#bjarg

I did not but I decide to finally draw them for this ^^^^^^

All of their names come from the earth

Bjarg = rock, Leir = Clay, Gimi = Gem.

Since @ravenwritesstuff has jokes, @fericita-s and I got jokes too!

A collaborative list:

1. Like adults who've had an emotionally mature conversation

2. As functioning adults

3. After having a tender heart-to-heart about their childhood trauma

4. Sober

5. Exploring necrophilia

6. Bjarg still in troll form something something "rock hard"

7.   After starting a new religion once he returns from the dead like a Nordic Jesus

8. After Kristoff emerges from the tattered remains of his Bjarg exoskeleton

9. In front of Tom Hiddleston - I mean, Loki - who set this all up as an elaborate prank

10. Bjarg is Baldur

11.  Wandering Hearts is actually a modern AU that takes place during the 2020 Pandemic and is sex play between Anna and Kristoff that got out of hand after they drank too much

12.  After an owl drops lube into Logi's lap

13.  Three-way with Nadir

14.  Someone says 'show me,' not even about sex, and they hump

15.  Alva gets sick of their shit and locks them in a small storage shed until they bang it out

16.  It's all a shared hallucination inside of Lost in the Woods, which is itself a shared hallucination when they sauna too long at Oaken's

17.  Sex on the chest he is building her!

18.  While neither one of them has ANY wounds from some dumbass attempt to run or fight something

19.  With Elsa's blessing

20.  During Anna/Logi's coronation

21.  Without a bunch of thirsty fangirls eagerly reading every word like a bunch of salivating wolves

Bjarg: We finish each other’s - 

Logi: Wound care regimen!

She is pretty but he does not let himself notice, not at first. Not when the cuts and bruises on her face made it easier to ignore. He ignores her as much as he can, ignores her fine clothes and soft hands and marked inexperience. He ignores her trim waist and the way her little pink tongue darts out to wet her split lip.

He ignores her. Until he doesn’t.

The fire is bright as they sit beside it. Her small hands work to mend a few tears in his garments and he is glad for her efforts. He had learned to stitch but never much liked it and if she is here he will not begrudge her a way to pass her time.

He focuses on the work in his hands, blade and grit stone, as he works to keep it sharp. The slide of the metal on mineral is familiar, soothing, and he lets his mind wander. His eyes follow suit.

Her hair, always vibrant, takes a deeper shade of red by firelight. The strange white streak shimmering in unnatural brilliance in the braid along her thin neck. His eyes linger there on the column of her throat, on the junction of where it meets her shoulder, and he wonders if it would taste as sweet as it looks.

So let’s talk about the oh-so atmospheric Chapters 26 & 27:

There are a bunch of spoilers for @ravenwritesstuff Wandering Hearts below the break.  If you haven’t read this “Hold My Beer” of Kristanna Slow Burns, you haven’t lived your best life.

He never should have opened his mouth. He has no right to speak to her about such things, to speak to her this way. He had undressed her to tend her wounds, knew the extent of them - the cause of them, saw her struggle to heal in ways he never had. He’s been intentional, careful - always keeping a respectful distance because he knows she trusts him.

He won’t do anything to compromise that, not when she is so strange and soft. Not when he still does not quite understand her.

Show me. She says.

And he could. She is healing prettily. The external evidence of the incident are but faint shadows, but he can see the rawness in her eyes. Something there is too restless there, desperate. He looks at the white stripe in her hair, the freckles on the bridge of her nose, the thin curve of her waist and knows that while it would be easy to show her it would be anything but simple.

He steps in and takes the pitchfork from her hand. She stiffens on a breath that he is certain hurts, and tries to keep his expression soft because he knows that her wounds are not just physical, as he meets her eyes.

I think

This

Is

All

of