#asks.algrim

send ‘❤' + a url & i’ll write positivity / what i think abt them.

You're one of my closest friends on here and I love you to bits. We're like those cozy cat siblings that laze together and I love talking to you about anything, from our daily stuff to our darling ship. There's no drama, only chill, and our love for the same stuff like the Loki fandom, pretty bois and etc.

You're also a very lovely lovely person who is kind and always offering me a listening ear and paying attention to stuff I send you and that's super sweet.

Algrim is also someone I like to tease because he's such a cute tsundere.

Anyone who gets to be your friend is blessed. 💖

anonymous impressions

♕  I’m impressed with your writing! ♋︎  I feel like we’re really similar and would get along well. ♡  I have a tumblr crush on you ☯︎  you’ve helped me improve my writing ∞  I hope we write for a really long time!

(◕△◕) Awwwwwwwwww thank yous QwQ I hope to write with you for a long long time too~ ❤

Random Headcanon Meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?

I’ve never really thought about this in detail, but I’ve always thought it’s light, with a little lilt in his voice. It’s also smooth and soothing to hear. He can growl though aha.

The closest I can find is Tartaglia from Genshin Impact atm. A broader range of his voice would be the Voice Actor Griffin Burns for Tartaglia.

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

Lise loves wee mornings (unlike me) He loves the coolness of the morning air, the dim brightness in the sky and the creeping warmth. He loves morning breezes. 

He prefers it over evening/sunset because he gets sleepy at that time instead.

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

He’s a dramatic romantic, the kind that will likely sacrifice everything for the person he loves. For him, he doesn’t see it as an obligation or a must for the person he fell for to love him back - though of course that would still hurt him. Likewise, he responds to love from another person in the same way - he’s fair emotional wise.

And of course he believes he’d find that perfect someone eventually.

Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

Blood scattered about the ground, drops over dead leaves, streaks on shrub branches and small puddles of footprints. Some white fur could be found stained with blood fallen in clumps here and there. It had just rained, but the smell of blood was still fresh in the air. Soft growls and sounds of flesh tearing could be heard further ahead.

It wasn't his fault. They attacked him first. The two older elves chased him out from the gardens and hunted him through the woods. Their weapons were cruel, with spikes embedded in their clubs. The little fox ran- but he still got hurt. It was so painful.

It got so painful, he didn't know what happened next. By the time he became aware, he was tearing away at the guts of an elf, snout dug deep into that chest cavity, fangs around a squishy heart. He didn't know where the other elf went, naturally biting down on the heart in his mouth, chewing. His ears caught sound of Algrim calling and the sound of rustling bushes behind him drew his attention from eating.

He looked up behind him, seeing his guardian and mentor. Vaguely, he thought he should stop eating. But he was so hungry. Another bite and he swallowed the heart in his mouth, not realizing his wounds rapidly healing.

Your muse comes home covered in bruises. Send me “It’s nothing.” for my muse’s reaction.

Never has Vuhs seen Algrim in such a poor state. 

The elder elf has always been pristine and poised, well dignified and self assured. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what could have happened to lead to such a scene, his first thought flying to the Accursed. After all, in his opinion, only that one person who was above the advisor could have done such a thing. Vuhs hurried to Algrim’s side, wanting to make sure the elf was not more injured anywhere. “What happened?” He asked, moving to get ointment for those bruises, flustered despite trying to keep himself calm enough to assess the situation. 

“You promised you’d be my dance partner if I couldn’t find one. And of course you should dress for the occasion.” Thor replied sternly, having been the one to arrange Algrim’s outfit and style. Theme of the party was spring, so naturally the elf had to have flowers in his hair, teased and tied up in an elaborate half-do. The robes too, were sheer and floral, to match his own crystalline dress armor. It wasn’t that Algrim was the only one with flowers in his hair though, so did Thor. 

And Thor thought Algrim looked lovely out of his usual garments.

** sour  sentence  starters.

Lise took the elder into his arms, holding him protectively. He had heard what the Accursed yelled at Algrim, knowing how much effort his beloved had put into the task given to him that had gone to waste. His hand patted down Algrim’s back, trying to offer what comfort he could. The younger knew how harsh the Accursed could be when he wanted to, and how much fear and respect Algrim had for Malekith. The judgement given earlier was devastating. And he could not defend him. Lise bit his bottom lip, his embrace tightening.

NSFW Prompts

Wearing sultry skirts of Svartalfheim’s sword dancers, Vuhs purred as he was pulled into Algrim’s lap. The fox had been taking some lessons lately, learning the fine art of dancing so he could offer one of his lover’s culture to his love in private. He had just finished one dance, and to his humbled delight, he took this action from Algrim to be approval.

Looping his arms around Algrim’s shoulders, he traced a finger down the elf’s lips. “Was it good?” He still asked, entangling his legs with the elf’s while his toes rubbed along Algrim’s calf.