#helreginn

( @helreginn pressed the ♡ for a thing )

The beast’s enormous head shakes. Moder knows well how DEEP her family’s bonds lie; how strong their love for each other is ( and how desperately she ACHES for them when she is alone ).

Wide, yellowed eyes stare as Moder regards her sister. Hel is like her, she thinks. For they are both monstrous ( herself far more than Hel ); they are both STRANGE. Deemed unsuitable for a life among the Aesir — a life aside her father. A life, the beast knows, will NEVER be.

“I… cannot…” gravelly and soft, Moder speaks to the dirt beneath her more than Hel. “… be… a bother…”

Sigrid Heljardottir, eldest of three, name meaning “beautiful victory”, and appears like Isolde Dychauk. Skilled like her parents in shapeshifting and magic. Heir to Helheim.

Orla Heljardóttir, second of three, name meaning “golden princess”, and appears like Ellie Bamber. Skilled in magic like her mother and aunts.

Brynhild Heljardóttir, third of three, name meaning “armored warrior”, and appears like Jodie Comer. Skilled in dragon magic and necromancy like both her parents. Born several years after her elder sisters.

᯽ how has your muse changed since their relationship? In what ways do they rub off on one another?

Beleg is a good influence on Mablung - he brings him out of his shell, makes him laugh, pushes him to be bolder and braver. Mablung is a calming influence on Beleg’s racing mind, and they work well together. They’ve picked all sorts of little habits from each other.

❉ what was the first quirk of the other's which became endearing but annoying?

Mablung likes fashion and takes great care over his appearance. Beleg finds this amusing and endearing - but frustrating when they are trying to go to an event and he has to wait around for Mablung to finish doing his hair or picking a shirt. (Beleg, of course, would not know fashion if it slapped him in the face).

It might seem like Mablung finds Beleg’s incessant cheerfulness and silliness annoying, but he actually only pretends to (most of the time) because he knows it amuses Beleg. What he actually finds endearing yet annoying is Beleg making him read all his letters. He does not mind when it is related to their work, but there have been times he has had to read very personal letters out to him, and he still isn’t sure that it wasn’t an elaborate prank. He’ll still do it, though, because that’s his bestie.

❁ what moment made them realize they're in love? 

Beleg was around on and off when Mablung was very young, and they did not start becoming real friends until Mablung was nearly grown, as he wanted to explore further away from Atyamar. Beleg would take him out and show him his favourite hiking paths.

The King's palace in Anadûnê was truly no place for a child, especially not one so small and naive as the wizard's new apprentice. She was underfoot constantly when she wasn't in magic lessons with Zigûr, unwilling to stay in one place if she didn't have to. This day was like any other, Zigûr and the King were in meetings, leaving her to entertain herself. After escaping the ladies maid's watchful eyes, she snuck into the kitchens and made off with several fresh rolls before anyone could spot her.

❝ i did miss seeing you around. ❞ your words are calm indeed and yet they carry with them a soft tone of enjoyment. it’s been a few months since the day she had left, better saying set free upon her world again. you better than anyone knew the need of revenge that ran down her veins            at least used to when she was part of this place you had learned to call home. once, long ago, you had also felt such anger, such need of revenge            yet now you feel free. ruby red eyes fall open the goddess and you share a soft and almost unseen smile to distracted eyes. ❝ have you found your revenge ? ❞

"Hel!!!"

Dustfinger's voice choked with a sob as he shouted the name at the sky, his last desperate hope that she might find him as she always did when he needed her most.

He'd fallen into some cursed place, full of soulless monsters with growls louder than any bear's, brightly lit by fire that didn't dance or respond when he spoke to it, paved and built in seamless stone.

The sun was just lightening the horizon. It had been difficult to tell, with all the unnatural light that seemed to shine from all around him, even beaming from the beasts' eyes. It had been night when he'd arrived here, but he had no concept of how many hours it had been since then.

He must have spent some time cowering on the floor in that suffocating house that smelled of paper and glue. He knew he'd been on his knees before the magician for long enough that his legs began to ache.

And when he'd been forced to leave, there was no hint in the world around him as to how long he'd spent wandering wherever his feet carried him, eyes blown wide in horror and fear.