#hollustu

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Alright félagar, kynslóð, sveit & hverrfleiri, There seems to be some ósœmd, FUCKED up, comments going around the community. SHOCKING I know. Most seem to be anons.

-Side note, you at the AAA ( anon anonymous allegiance) you're fine, this is not about you.

I, Naki of @valkyrthra, declare a nið, challenge those who have been picking ᚾᛁᚦ apart my friends, family & community here on tumblr. A nið, in old Norse / Viking culture, was a declaration of a Flyting Senna. Let's see how good your knowledge is to pick a part people's knowledge of the Sagas, stories, lore & mythos fairs again me, since you seem so proud of your knowledge of the Norse Mythologies that you feel the need to come on to other's blogs & nitpick minor details. Details that you corrected that didn't needed correcting, factually, regardless of IF the muse was altered for someone's own universe that you have ZERO say in. You in the cases that I am aware of, you have been factually WRONG.

-Flyting for those who do not know. Flyting or fliting (Classical Gaelic: immarbág, Irish: iomarbháigh, lit. "counter-boasting") is a contest consisting of the exchange of insults between two parties, often conducted in verse. (Wiki) Or in other words a battle of wits & insults using poems. In other words, & this is NOT my words but still describes it pretty well, its a Viking Rap battle.

Okay by the rules flyting, I have declared a challenge, now to issue ᚠᛚᛁᛏᛁᛜ the terms. The rules of the dual are

That it has to be poetry done in HISTORICAL Viking metrical principles, but in English.

It has to rhyme at least every other half line.

Insults to each other are accepted & in the true spirit of flyting is encouraged.

You can keep your anon status, my anons will be off, but you will be considered dishonorable by Viking cultural rules. If you chose to stay on anons then I will be posting the responses. You may do the same.

We will each do one Ljóðaháttr (ᛚᛃᛟᚦᚨᚺᚨᛏᛏᚱ), song meter, consisting of two sets of 3 lines but the first two lines are half lines. Below is clippet of the Lokesanna from the Eddas as an example of what I am describing. Thorpe's Translation Lokesenna 1a.) Hail, Æsir! 1.b.) Hail, Asyniur! 2a.) And ye, all-holy gods! 2.b.) all, save that one man, 3a.) who sits within there, 3b.)Bragi, on yonder bench x2

Those are my terms, if you so accept.

Behold the Ergi anon, ᛖᚱᚷᛁ Speaking where they should not.

When this Sigyn's heritage is gone, An Asian faceclaim you for fought.

For all of this I hope you do not spawn, Passing on a fool's genes shouldn't be sought.

Next let me call out & fight, The supposed errors in spelling,

The name of the god of beauty & light, Being questioned is pretty telling.

To make yourself feel at your height, Every minor incorrect detail are you dwelling.

There WILL be more to come, with or without response from those that I challenged. That all being said....

COME AT ME!!!!!!

i'LL BE WAITING

Mutuals may interact & reblog. I want this to get back to whom it may concern. [Graphics & edits smithed by @galdrameistari & myself.]

"...Surely you mean that he's LITERALLY swooping in on her, as in flying, with his SUIT on..."

"...In which case, Stark would be wise to be more MINDFUL. Let him know that there will be HEL to pay if any harm should come to her."

there had been many moments in loki's long life where death stood waiting at the doorstep, sometimes knocking rapidly and eagerly awaiting for him to fling the door open, and sometimes with more foreboding patience, the presence a looming and heavy reminder that oh yes... death could wait.

of all of said moments, between fire and blood and wailing and begging and daring (stupidly, usually thor's fault), none were quite so painful as this.

death stood at his door and it was grinning.

well! it was always grinning, wasn't it? but this time it was different. this time it was a know-it-all sort of grin. a sort of 'ha ha ha, got ya now!' smugness.

this was because loki was certain, absolutely and completely certain, that he was going to die of embarrassment.

"why can't YOU show her around?" how many times had he asked this question of thor now? twice? thrice? fifteen million fucking times?? if he was going to lose his life to this mortifying task then at least he would be obnoxious about it until the very end. he could tell it was wearing thor down.

his brother was wearing scrubs. the mortal equivalent of a healer's set of robes, only... well, actually a little more practical if loki were to be honest. thor was also wearing a watch and he kept looking at it as if one glance from him might make the seconds decide to skip ahead on his account. thor wore impatience much better these days but it was still there, in the small motions like that.

"because i have a shift i promised i would take and- ah, here we are!"

one of strange's sparking portals began to sizzle and hiss softly as a tiny speck that grew wider and wider and wider until it was large enough for a child to step through. maybe a tad bigger, but still it wasn't nearly as large as what thor or loki would require if they were going into it, which they were not.

they were waiting for someone else to come through it toward them and loki's stupid heart was about give up the ghost on him. he hated that he remembered her and hated even more that there was a possibility she remembered him.. only the memories of her were far nicer and he knew for fact all those of him, as of late, were awful.

thor was grinning. loki swallowed hard.

"lady sigyn, welcome to the sanctum santorum of new york city. i'm afraid our resident sorcerer supreme is not here to greet you himself but i'm all too pleased to have the pleasure. and you remember loki, yes?"

loki made no gracious bow the way thor did, just lifted a palm and gave a sort of 'welp, here i am, sorry about all this' look that was about as awkward as he ever felt in his entire life.

"hello."

Kara had been watching Sigyn as she told the people around them where to place the gifts she'd received for her marriage to Kara's brother. She took a deep breath before laying back and looking up at the stone ceiling. She loved the feeling of being at their castle but the dark always seemed to get to her. She turned her head so that she was facing her sister. "So tell me, is marriage all that they say it is? I'm so confused how it could be any different than it was for the two of you before."

Propping up on her elbow, her head tilted to the side. "I'm never going to get married." She chuckled, "maybe I should go to midgard and find someone the way Thor did. There are some quite handsome midgardians but I'm so afraid that I would find myself bored." She'd had her mind set on someone but refused to tell a soul who she cared for, always acting as though she could never find someone.

the lands of lupos had a visitor today. caspian was on his horse until he saw a certain familar face. the wolf king got off his stead and walked over. he looked scary because of his dark royal clothing, but he wasn’t. caspian is a welcoming person, and he will allow strangers to stay in lupos until he knows their intentions here.

the adopted ' son ' of the allfather hated boredom more than anything. the chaos god took pleasure in mischeif - in pranks pulled all across asgard. very few tended to find themselves safe from such things. and so now loki practically flew into the room sigyn was currently in - no doubt fleeing from an angry asgardian who did not appreciate one of loki's pranks.

"Tell me, little dove - what occupies your mind so greatly?"

a starter from Freyja, for @hollustu