#mercialachesis

Last ask answer before I go to bed! because the next one for the character meme is longer and requires more thought, so instead I will do this one (fact about a WIP).

I feel like I haven’t talked much about a thing of darkness, but since I was just talking about Sif and Loki - it’s the fic where basically Loki disappears from Asgard after Thor’s banishment, and no one can find him - until eventually Sif tracks him down and finds out why he vanished. Namely, he’s stuck partially in Jotun form.

Untold eons ago, a volva had predicted that one day Brunnhilde would marry a warrior of strength and wisdom and delicacy, clad in lightning.

In her youth, she'd loved a fellow Valkyrie called Gunnhilda, a woman stronger than any other among their sisterhood, and more clever than any man, warm and richly feminine and so loving. Brunnhilde had thought that certainly, this was the warrior that the old witch had foretold. And then Gunnhilda had fallen to Hela's swords, along with the rest of the Valkyrior, leaving Brunnhilde to the mercies of fate in more ways than one.

Over a thousand years later, she had stumbled upon the Odinson, Thor, proclaimed the god of thunder, in that stupidly pompous way the Asgardian royal family had of titling all their children with the epithet of deity. And he was certainly strong, and perhaps one day would be wise, and had a kind of awkward charm that could be mistaken for delicacy. And he could control lightning.

Brunnhilde was of two minds about the prophecy after that. Especially after Thanos obliterated what remained of their people. But once the world was restored as well as it could be and Thor was reassured of his worthiness once again, she began to wonder...

And then Thor left. Made her Queen of Asgard, and just left.

For a while, 'To Hel with prophecies' became Brunnhilde's motto. Until loneliness got the better of her, and until Mjolnir reappeared on Earth, in the possession of a human woman who Brunnhilde had heard of but never seen, right up to the day that she appeared in New Asgard.

"Uh, hi," said Dr. Jane Foster, shifting the hammer so she could hold out her hand in greeting. "I was looking for Thor? I think, uh, I think he lost something."

Brunnhilde slowly took her hand, and a shot of lightning rippled through their clasped hands like water crashing over stone.

"Probably," said the Queen of Asgard with a grin. "Or maybe I've found something."

Femslash February Day 03 - Cartinelli (Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli)

Prompt: Injury (thanks to @fine-i-give-in for spamming me w/ prompts ily)

Never let it be said that Agent Carter doesn't get the job done.

It isn't too serious, no, but a few inches to the left and it could have been. Could have severed somewhere important instead of her shoulder. Peggy has only gone and gotten herself stabbed, after all.

It really isn't as bad as it sounds.

Except Peggy said she'd be home hours ago, and it's already such an ungodly hour of the night, and she just knows that Angie will have stayed up to wait for her. Probably with dinner still sitting ready, warm on the stove, and a cup of English Breakfast tea made just how Peggy likes it. Not even just to take care of her, Peggy reckons, but out of spite.

She’s lucky it’s not also raining.

The lock turns and the door opens mercifully quiet. And Peggy's name isn't Agent Carter for nothing, so she can handle a bit of stealth in her own bloody house. Already the smell of rich tomato sauce and all sorts of herbs reach her, and she follows the smell down the hallways unthinkingly.

Foolish girl, she thinks as she realises she's stopped just in front of the kitchen door, the one place she wasn't meant to go.

Angie stands, arms crossed with an entirely unimpressed look on her face. And then —

Oh, bloody Nora.

Peggy follows Angie’s gaze with great resignation as it lands on her shoulder, bandaged by JARVIS just an hour ago but with a bright red spot of blood which has soaked through. She can't even say it isn't hers this time.

“Alright, Darling?” she begins, cringing at herself. She's usually much more level-headed than this.

Angie raises an eyebrow at her before she uncrosses her arms and steps forward into her space.

“Alright, Darling,” she mimics under her breath, one hand gently touching the small of Peggy’s back and the other hand coming up to rest of Peggy's cheek, eyes scanning over her face and the rest of her anxiously. “That's what you're leading with?”

“I'm fine, I’m fine, Love,” says Peggy, even as she allows herself to be led over to the table and sat down on one of the seats. She feels Angie's fingers running through her hair, untying the tight bun it's held in for practicality, and combing softly through the tangles.

“Fine?” she echoes incredulously, “Why is there blood? Why is there a bleeding bandage on your shoulder? How is that fine?”

Her voice is shrill and high-pitched and panicked and unsteady, her posture tense wound tight. Her hair is in loose unkempt curls, and her eyes are bright and… scared.

“I'm sorry,” says Angie after a second. She looks away, smooths down her skirt with shaking hands and turns towards the kitchen counter before setting a hot plate of freshly made pasta and cup of tea on the table, just how Peggy likes it.

Peggy doesn't say anything, she's too tired from the mission tonight and she just wants to curl up in bed, cuddle with Angie and sleep.

“I'm sorry,” Angie repeats, sitting down in the other chair and holding her gaze. She offers a small, tentative smile. “You've just had a long mission with all that secret agent stuff — your shoulder is bleeding for God's sake — and here I am fretting about, trying to be mad at you for doing your job.”

Peggy sighs and bites her lip, looking at her lover. “Angie, you're fine. You were just worried and I appreciate just how much you care for me, Darling,” she says, reaching forward with her good arm and taking Angie's hand.

“Well,” huffs Angie, rolling her eyes wetly. “You sure aren't doing it yourself, and someone has to.”

She stands and leans down to plant a soft kiss on Peggy's lips, and Peggy relaxes into it automatically because she's warm and smells like home and tastes like Schnapps and all the good things.

“I love you,” says Angie, pulling away slowly. “Now eat your dinner, it's going to get cold. I'll run you a bath because you're not getting in my bed filthy like that.”

“I wouldn't dream of it,” she replies, and pulls her down for one more quick peck. “And I love you too.”

Respond with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable)! ☀️

I’m a ridiculously slow writer but I’m quite proud of the few fics that I’ve managed to upload. And in my first ever shipping fic I’ve even managed to get several “I usually don’t like this pairing but you’ve convinced me” comments, which. YES.

I love taking photos and I’m quite proud of my photography skills! I don’t post them on here but they’re on my PF account totally not plugging

I’ve been playing around with PhotoShop since around 13, so I’ve gotten quite good at editing and manipulating pictures now!

My grades are pretty decent- as of now I’ve got a Distinction average

I know 4 languages (2 dialects) which honestly isn’t much at this day and age but it’s still something

ABSOLUTELY

JARVIS was a delight, disembodied British sass that always knew how to push Tony’s buttons, I loved him, Paul Bettany loved playing him and is very dearly missed. And Vision on the other hand... meh. I like him because of Wanda (if you make my girl happy you get a pass) mostly, but that’s it. (Also looking at your icon, how awesome would it have been Wanda and Nebula together? Raw magical power, raw cybernetic rage, the world didn’t stand a chance)

Pairing:  Angie Martinelli/Peggy Carter For:  @mercialachesis Prompt:  #6.  Fairs

“Is this your idea of a fun time, Angie?”  Peggy asked, eying the ferris wheel warily.  “I feel a ride on that thing could be our last…”  

“C’mon, English.  Don’t be such a stick in the mud…” Angie leaned over to link her arm with Peggy’s.  “It’s not that far of a fall from the top.”  

“I’d much rather have one of those…”  Peggy’s eyes followed a child who was mouth deep into a ruby-red candied apple.  

“A kid?  Or the apple?” her partner asked.  

I actually...hm. For the most part this isn’t a terribly important thing to me, but if I thought about it real hard...

1. Steve was always the first one, and now we finally got that wish fulfilled, but I’m putting him on here anyway because for many years he’s been the one I most wanted to see pick up Mjolnir.

2. Natasha. Her “that’s not a question I need answered” in Age of Ultron broke my heart a little, and secretly I always kind of wanted to see her get the chance to take up Mjolnir. She did in the comics once - in an alternate universe - and it was amazing. I didn’t actually think they’d do it in the movies, but because of the difference between who Natasha believes she is and who she really is...I would’ve loved to see her realize that she’s more of a hero than she knows.

3. Valkyrie. It would piss her off so much, and it would be amazing. That’s really all the justification I’ve got here, and now that I’ve thought of it I’m not going to forget about it.

4. Jane Foster. I’d love to see her - someone who is not a warrior, at all, but is immensely brave nonetheless, wield Mjolnir - after all, fuck you Kevin Feige, Jane is amazing and deserved better than she got, and also it would be a great nod to Jane in the comics becoming Thor.

5. Okoye. This would be a really interesting one to see, because it’s obviously not what she usually does - Okoye usually stands back and behind, that’s her duty - but it would be super interesting to see what she would do with this kind of power.

The funny one you might have noticed is left off this list is Loki - because what’s more important to me, for Loki, is that he realize that he doesn’t need to judge his worth based on Mjolnir. Mjolnir is in a lot of ways symbolic of the way Loki feels shackled to expectations, and shackles himself to those expectations, and sees there only being one right road to being a hero - and since he can’t fit that model, he can’t be that at all. 

Not dumb! Livejournal was a blogging platform like Dreamwidth, if you’re familiar with that, but older. For a long time it was a big fandom center - it’s where I got my blogging start and where my fandom community was for my first seven years-ish in fandom. 

It was geared toward longer-form blogging as a rule, and was a very writing-oriented platform (rather than Tumblr, which was built in a lot of ways as an image-oriented/visual platform, and also for shorter-form blogging. 

It’s also pretty thoroughly dead now. I mean, there is, I hear, still some life on it, but the center of fandom isn’t there anymore. People who wanted to keep the format of Livejournal largely migrated to Dreamwidth, which was built off the LJ codebase, as LJ started to decay (for a lot of reasons involving Russian bots and censorship crackdowns, among others). 

There are definitely things to miss about LJ fandom/format, though sometimes I think people have rose-colored glasses about it. 

If you’re interested in starting a blog like I’ve described, I’d recommend going to Dreamwidth instead - there are some starter guides around that were circulating when the explicit content purge started. (It didn’t really take, I don’t think, largely because Dreamwidth is a fundamentally different style platform than Tumblr and doesn’t serve many of the same functions.)