#bb!hel

Message me with “Hey there little one” to interact with my muse as a child (From Jörmungandr. Because who else.)

She pulled her brows low but there was a distinct gleam in her eyes as she stared up at her big brother. He called her little? He will see the fury of a little giant. Before he could speak a fourth word, she crouched low and sprung fast, leaping onto his arm and clambering up onto the back of his shoulders, her little hands around his neck.

Just giggling the entire time.

"Who's little now?" She asked, reasoning that she was just as tall as him since her eyes were near enough to his level.

“Hey there little one” - from anyone! I just want bb Hel!

Hel brings her brows down and close as she glares up at the raven haired boy before her. She is squatted down in the dirt, happily piling pebbles into a little upside down cone. She didn't care that her dress was getting dirty or even her long hair.

Until he came, she'd been all smiles. Enjoying the warm and kind summer air of Elfhame. This place is beautiful and she is excited to explore when her Uncle returns from his "grown up talk".

Message me with “Hey there little one” to interact with my muse as a child.

Tiny feet, mud stained and bare, thundered over wed grass and leaves as the little íviðia caught sight of her mother. "You're home!" She squealed happily, falling with her entire weight into Sigyn's arms. She hugged her legs tightly and beamed.

Someone: Pushes bb Hel over.

Message me with “Hey there little one” to interact with my muse as a child.

Hel inhaled and exhaled deeply. Content and happy as her weight settled on her mother's chest. It was a rare moment for them. When the village outside did not ask the presence of it's leader and the child within was settled enough to rest. Hel was not asleep. But she smiled at the flickering firelight on the far wall. Reveled in the comfort her mother's arms provided.

There was no safety like this. No serenity like this. She had been crafted with such love and care, a soundtrack of the heartbeat thrumming beneath her ear, ever in the background.

This was the definition of safety. Tranquility. Laying against the warmth she once belonged within.