golden heart / ap

she is not herself when she is earth-bound, soil-touched, like some wild thing with her wings clipped; her skin presses too tight, too close. in the air she is all light, the way the sea is all light, glittering and untouchable, as endless as the ocean. the cold turns to freedom in her lungs, turns to a sort of ceaseless exhilaration. but the island looms, the great snow-swept peak of berk, and holding the sky alongside her, this girl and her gorgeous nadder, watching. she can feel it, trickling dysphoric through her skin. an audience. val and her dragon catch the sun, twirl, stretch their wings to catch the morning star. for a moment, their bodies eclipse the sun, and then, always :  feet touch the ground  –  hers and the dragon’s both, the sudden downward pull  ( as though gravity finally catches them, all of it a wild chase between her and the sky ) .  she banks even, presses her weight so they rise alongside viking maiden, and she laughs at the openmouthed wonder drawing gentle lines across her companion’s face.

“ hiccup says you have a few moves yourself. care to go for a whirl ?  ”

it is almost unfair  to intrude upon such graceful formation. to distract away from the liveliness that overwhelmed even the world when valka took to the heavens. she felt wrong for it. for the warmth the woman offered her with her eyes. for the chirping of her dragon that seemed all too thrilled to have company to soar beside. she felt guilt in her gut begin to blossom, but knew best to force it away. shove it down, with the rest of her emotional gauge, for just a while.

   ❛ h   --   hiccup said that ? ❜   she’s almost rendered dumbfounded. it hardly registers in her brain that hiccup may have ever talked her up to someone so awe-inspiring.  he was a blessing,  she was sure. she did not deserve such kindness. nevertheless, in slow lapses, the maiden regains her sanity  &  gestures with her hands in wide, flailing motion.   ❛ i’ll get stormfly ! ❜   it is a sprint towards a nearby hill to waken her sleepy child, but a glorious ride back atop the rainbowed leather of her scaled friend. astrid is aglow, sunlight radiating from a grin she simply cannot bother to bite back on. chuckles, perhaps nervous in their nature, fall from her pink lips.

          FULFILLED  would  be  her  curiosity;  desire  ever-satisfied.  but  maleficent  was  no  magician  performing  tricks  at  a  PARTY.       ❛    alright…   i’m  not  here  to  entertain  you.  so  in  return?  you  must  show  to  me  something  valuable  as  well.              do  we  have  an  accord?    ❜

1. what does your muse smell like? burning leaves. rising smoke. wildflowers. dulling incense. rusted iron & caked blood. fresh soil. the dew left behind after the rain. the stench of a sparking fire against wood.

2. how often does your muse bath/shower? any habits? not nearly as often as she should. maybe twice a week, at most. she doesn’t have the luxury of cleanliness 24/7.

3. does your muse have any tattoos or piercing? i imagine that as astrid gets older, she adorns her skin with a couple wood ash tattoos here and there. ones of knotwork, ones that depict her valor as she’s grown, ones that are told to grant their wearer to be feared on the battlefield. also probably something lame like a matching tattoo of thor’s hammer with hiccup tbh.

4. any body movement quirks ( ex.knee shakes )? not entirely. she can become a bit antsy due to her worrying and over-rigid nature, but it doesn’t provide her any movement quirks out of the typical.

5. what do they sleep in? in the summer, she sleeps in a long cotton tunic with short breeches. in the winter, it’s full breeches with socks sewn in and some furs.

6. what’s their favourite piece of clothing? anything she can kick ass in.

7. what do they do when they wake up? eat, study, train, make sure everyone’s pulling their weight, make sure everyone’s Not Fucking Dying, go and kiss stormfly a bunch hbu.

8. how do they sleep? position? on her side, usually curled up.

9. what do their hands feel like? strong. callous. rough. she tries to keep them gloved to prevent blisters anymore.