OF GIANTS THREE THE MOTHER ART THOU;;

︵‿︵‿୨ ˚✧  𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞!

My name is Andy ( she / her ), 25 +, and I’m from the south of Spain. This is an independent, highly selective, Angrboða, wife of Loki and mother of monsters. Based on Norse mythology and my own headcanons (may add some marvel elements).  

𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐒.

lost?

no he wasn’t.. well maybe. the young man fiddled his fingers. “ no, i am a traveller from.. well asgard? i just came from the palace madam, and i am just here exploring.” he says. the werewolf stared at the giantess. he dipped his head as if he was meeting a member of the royal family.

the werewolf knows that maybe strangers aren’t so welcomed here? has anyone even been in this part of the forest? caspian held his book in his hand. he was reading about the creatures that roam here.

“ my name is caspian.” he fixed his long hair that was covering his face.

The giantess raised an eyebrow. An asgardian. She cursed the day asgardians came to take her most PRECIOUS treasure, a treasure more valuable than gold or power. However, his manners were not usual in someone from the mighty realm. The Aesir definitely knew who she was, and they wouldn’t show any respect to the giantess. Did they forget about her?

She takes the seat eagerly, crossing the room to sit down in no time. Keen eyes watch her mother, and more tension seeps from her body as she finally relaxes. Being so tense does her no good, after all.

Her mother speaks, and Hela vaguely remembers what she talks about; she remember the thunderous crashing in the heavens above that would shake her bed and wake her from her sleep. She remembers climbing into the large bed to sit with her mama and would feel all panicky every time lightning crackled through the darkness. Hela would be lying if she said she could sleep through thunderstorms now.

The thought brings a smile to her lips, fingers intertwining in her lap. “I remember,” a soft chuckle passes her lips, “the thunder would be so loud in my room, nothing I did to block the sound worked. It’s still so loud, even now.” Loud noises never sit well with Hela, her domain is so utterly quiet that she relishes in its silence, everywhere else is far too loud for her.

A little sad smile crossed her face. A mother would always miss the times her children needed her LOVE and comfort. It was sad to see them grow, and realizing a mother was no longer necessary to survive in the world. However, she was proud to see her daughter kept her innocence and purity when she was surrounded by pure darkness in her realm.

“I miss those days” She continued, “Life was so simple back then. Now, everything feels so chaotic, not even asking for help to the Norns seems to work anymore.” 

    with  @iarnvidiaa​

he    decided    to    go    and    explore    beyond    asgard,    and    well    he    did    this    sort    of    sneakly.    caspian    knows    about    nothing    what    is    used    to    when    he    thinks    of    asgard.    the    werewolf    got    on    his    horse    and    rode    into    the    woods.      caspian    hears    the    leaves    rustle.    there    were    wild    animals    out    here,    even    other    wolves    (    not    werewolves    )    .

his    brows    furrowed    to    see    something    in    the    distance.    a    castle    or    some    sort    of    hut    ?

getting    off    the    horse,    caspian    walked    to    the    strange    structure,    and    he    knocked    on    the    door.  “        hello    ?    ”    he    called    out    from    outside.

She knew something was different about that particular day. From the moment she woke up in the early hours of the morning, she had that feeling, that sensation in her BONES, the forest whispering to her. It was the knock on the door what confirmed her suspicions. 

panthecnn​:

She lingers for a moment, before finally urging herself forward and entering the space. Once it was declared that now was a perfectly good time, Hel visibly relaxes, shoulders no longer tense like they usually are.

She is the goddess of death, life and death hangs in the balance of her dainty fingers and she gets lonely?! It's sometimes a disgusting feeling, one that reminds her of something mortal and weak. Other times, Hela wants nothing more than to feel mortal, to allow her feelings to come flooding in. If there was anyone she could receive comfort from, no one did it better like her mother.

"I just...well, I just wanted to come and sit with you."

The giantess offered her daughter the wooden chair next to her. It was pleasant to see her child still needed her COMFORT and presence, and she would always try to ease her concerns. It reminded her of the old days when Hela was nothing but a little infant, crawling and babbling.