#chainfated

       “   𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒹                                 ωιℓℓ вυяи 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽.                 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝕎𝔸ℝ𝕄𝕋ℍ  𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈    ”

                                                                                                     Loki youngest children.

Poetry Starters || @chainfated || accepting.

Hel knew the intent of her brother’s words were to comfort. But all they had done was strike a flame of guilt within her chest. She didn’t need to ask herself how her brother came to be in Helheim; he was dead. As accustomed to the concept of death that she was, her heart still ached at the still-young face of her younger brother…the boy she remembered looking onto as a newborn babe. Despite the shadow of facial hair against his face, she could only see a baby where he stood. He was too young to be down here with her just yet; he was supposed to grow up and give her nieces and nephews…not be slaughtered like a boar and have his body defiled, all in the name of revenge for Baldr.

Odin was a despicable son of a bitch. But not even Hel could’ve predicted him murdering a child…a baby. He’d once quested to be the wisest God of all time, but he was still a blind fool. His track of vengeance was no better than that of a human. He was no ‘wise God’. The level of his monstrosity put Hel and her monstrous siblings to shame. 

Crossing her arms over her chest, the Goddess idly paced the icy ground of her realm. Turning her back towards her brother, her anger beginning to boil and simmer within her chest. “ But you never even got to live it, Narfi…this…this world never even gave you a chance,” She said, her tone sharp. 

Her heart ached even deeper at the truth that leered, practically over her brother’s shoulder at her. This was her fault. The short laugh she had gotten from sending Odin–the man responsible for throwing her down here in the first place–on a quest she knew would hit a dead end, she was now paying for. It was ironic, the deal she’d made and the battle she fought now; she would’ve only released Baldr’s soul if every one of the nine realms wept for him. Now, it was her fighting against her own tears and tightened throat, as she stared into the face of the little brother she had once begged her step-mother and father to produce. 

Life…the thing that happens to us. 

The guilt weighed heavily on her and as much as her brother deserved the truth…she couldn’t tell him. She felt a string of fear through her. It wasn’t Life that happened…it was her. She had killed him indirectly. The thought of her hand in his death struck a thought of Vali; her brother’s twin. The baby of the family. 

@ me trashcanhoe. I’M SELLING YOU FOR A ¼ OF A CORNCHIP. CHANGE MY MIND.

@chainfated

          The coldness of the weather usually didn’t faze Sjöfn at all. Coming from Alfheim where it usually was cold, winter was never a problem. There was something different about the air in the past few days. Her hands rubbed her arms as she tried to herself in her own body heat. Then she turned to Narfi just to check up on him. “Are you still feeling alright?” Not noticing that her mouth was shaking as she spoke, she heard Narfi offered his coat to him.

         Sjöfn looked at him once more and then his coat. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m really okay. Alfheim weather is similar to this. However, this cold is a little bit harsher, I couldn’t deny that.” With a little bit of hesitation, she let him put the coat on her shoulders. She gave him a side glance and tried to hide the little smile that appeared on her face. 

Ten bucks says Vali wins. >:)

Are you, Narfi, the Golden Child, placing a bet on which one of our beloved siblings die first?

-wipes a tear from her eye-

There really hadn’t been a time where a being on a level with demi-god strolled into town and Jason would have been fine with that. They’re almost always trouble.

And so was he.

It wasn’t hard to track down and barge in on Narfi, fully suited and prepared to draw whatever weapon he had that may harm a god. They locked eyes, and listed as he spoke, remaining restrained as not to get into an unnecessary fight. That he could very easily lose.

@chainfated

       It has not been that long since they became friends. Compared to Vali, Narfi was easier to relate with. In a short time, Sjöfn felt close with him. She felt it easier to share to him things that she never thought she would share with anyone. Back in Alfheim, she never really felt like she belonged; and her father, Freyr was always joining the Aesir more. 

       When finally he decided to take her with him, it was a different experience. Somehow, she felt like she belonged in Asgard. She met other gods and goddess around her age, but the one who felt at ease was Loki’s sons. It surprised her, but her true nature understood theirs. Despite that, she still found it difficult to tell him what she shouldn’t have told him earlier.

      She let out a sigh and looked away from him. Could she really tell him that she was going to be banished to Midgard and would be able to see him anymore? There was not even a certainty that he didn’t care. No one would care if she would disappear in this realm. She wouldn’t even know if the banishment would be lifted come Ragnarök. 

@chainfated

       Alright, he has a point. Because of what he said, Sjöfn ended up tongue-tied for a little while. She rolled her eyes at him and raised her hands. “I swear, you’re being like Vali day by day.” Then she smiled and laughed. 

      “There’s nothing wrong with it. I’m gonna let you be a brat today. What else do you need, my lord?” She curtsied to him. She looked at him through her eyelashes as the sun cast through her red hair that made it look like they were on fire.