Mischief Unmanaged

witches whose day jobs is treating ill people with “alternative” remedies like crystal healing and herbalism that actually work

incubui and succubi who are models

dryads and other nature spirits who are huge environmental activists

schools designed for supernatural and magical creatures

witch tattoo artists who secretly disguise protective runes into all their tattoos

fair folk who sell potions at market stalls

mermaid marine biologists

normal humans that somehow come across dragon eggs and are trying to hatch it in their basement

elf scholars who run libraries filled with books about magic

werewolves running animal shelters

safety runes graffiti on apartment blocks

PLEASE FUCKING TELL ME

because i might also ship it

but i would be sitting there like

                              BLEEDING                              BRUISED  &                             BREATHLESS

Whip, whip Run me like a racehorse Pull me like a ripcord Break me down and build me up I wanna be the slip, slip Word upon your lip, lip Letter that you rip, rip Break me down and build me up

“When everything you touch turns to gold”

Burning her skin was burning. She looked to see parts of her true form showing the skeleton form and black blood coming from her skin as she heard screams and calls for people. She could still hear their pleas for aid.

The Goddess now human woke up with a jolt shaking looking around frantically terrified reminding herself she was trapped on midguard. She wound her arms around her body protectively trying to hide herself any would be attacker, a “small” dog was pacing close by listening. It’s teeth bared and growling at the room’s large oak door. She moved a hand and patted it on the head to calm it down sitting up, ‘Calm down Neyro’ She rubbed her eyes listening to the storm that was raging on outside. 

Thunder. Thor. The fighting. She rubbed the lightening burn some. She grabbed her Silk robe wrapping it around her black silk night gown. She walked outside on to the balcony and closed her eyes enjoying the feel of the rain on her skin and the crashes of thunder trying to calm down.

She’d moved to New York not 3 months prior from Norway and here she was outside in the rain listening to the thunder and missing home though it wasn’t that far away if she could only find the bifrost. The storm kept raging soaking her attire though she did not really feel the cool air causing the goosebumps. She felt at peace after the horrible nightmare she’d just woken from. The dog sat at the entry way watching its owner protectively feeling as if something wasn’t right but unable to prove that something was wrong.

The raven-haired goddess moved a hand to the dog like being and chuckled, ‘It is alright Neryo most of Asgard if not all do not know of me being around I can enjoy this storm for what it is, nutrients for the earth and helps the humans.’ The beast growled slightly in answer to his master.

‘Lady Hel. If you keep this up you will be found by Thor and the others.’

It probably wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened. In his instance, well, he hadn’t been anything special and had formed from another god, all of them concepts rather than names the way the major gods were.

And now, they were heroes. They were a modern set of gods, a pantheon all their own, and still, Thor was the odd one out. it was kind of funny, looked at in that light. Not that the others knew, but… well. He did what he could, and he tried what could be tried. Other days, he was just restless, wanting to go back to his roots, to the forge and concepts that weren’t humanity. Not that he minded being human but… He’d been a concept longer than he’d been a person, and sometimes it made him feel like too much for his legacy and the weight of a world believing. 

Somehow, this had led to him wandering a little, his timing poor enough to mean rain. Of course it meant rain. Since when did anything in the life of Tony Stark not mean inconvenience? Ducking into a building, he was honestly surprised to feel something that said god to him over his head, dark and soft, welcoming, and wholly unfamiliar. 

She didn’t recognize him until she got slightly closer. Tony Stark. Her dog was next to her, she was half deaf which made her familiar being her service dog the perfect cover to keep him close. She blinked and spoke softly, ‘Mister stark?’ she said pulling her jacket closer to her frame wondering why the power was coming from him. If he was someone who’d been a god that made this tricky. She’d made a name for herself now as a fashion designer, would he recognize her from the papers, could he feel that she was a goddess. 

         If I am for the axe, then for mercy’s sake just swing it.

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