#nannathedaring

Mustardseed was not fond of Nanna Iwaldisdottir. Well, perhaps not at first. Considering when they met, she'd practically yanked him out of the air, and proudly announced that he was now her faerie. 

Well.

Mustardseed was no one's faerie. Though as he watched her make the tiny clothes she'd spoken of wanting to make, perhaps he did have a friend in her. A loud, wild, frankly terrifying friend. But.. an ally, to say the least.

((Anything I write here with Romulus and  Nanna would be way too creepy, even for me. So hi! Hello! Have a headcanon that has nothing to do with your character at all!))

Romulus detests Batman. He detests the Joker. He detests Harvey Dent, and the Penguin, and Harley Quinn, and Commissioner Gordon and everyone else in that franchise.

They never seem to be able to PLAN, except the Joker, and the character was simply insane. Romulus had no use for insane geniuses.

(hi, welcome and have some headcanon!)

Maria, by and large, gets along better with the warrior classes in Asgard than the healers or sorcerers. It's only natural, after all.

''You are most kind,'' Baldr laughed, running a hand through his hair at that. He wasn't the greatest receiver of compliments.

''Then it is a pleasure, Lady Nanna, to be of your acquaintance.''

He couldn't help the smile in his voice as the god watched the woman, noting the day dream sparkle in her eyes. Not forgetting his manners, the prince bowed deeply, curled locks falling over his face for a moment until he met her eye again.