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this land was barren in her opinion, vast and frozen in white flakes of snow that never melt. the stark white was blinding, making the figures before them much more ominous. frost giants was a fitting name, for the towered over her though she felt a twinge of unease, fear was vacant from her body.

evelyn remained silent, knowing her place was not to speak but to watch. crimson eyes bared into her own, watching like she was. though her face remained expressionless, her lips pursed as the guard faced them.

she was unmatched in her skills but this land was theirs, they knew the layout better than she ever could, which made it hard to sense how many were truly present.

Thunderer's breath misted in thick clouds, eyes sharply fixed upon the scenery before them, the gate and guard assessed without any other movement in the Asgardian. The god could feel her at his back, the quiet steadiness and a sliver of heat, a comforting sensation that staved off the rising of concern once gate creaked open.

More guards approached from the gaping opening, spears as pillars of ice catching the faint light, coaxing a rise of thunderer's chin and mild narrowing of eyes.

Ceruleans meet glowing crimson, the Jotunn's captain already towering during the stride onward, settling in front of the duo with rolling shoulders and straightening spine.

' We come under truce,' and declaration is given in even, measured tone cutting clean through the chill,' to speak, not to spill blood. Word has reached us you are blessed with new leadership. We have come to honor him, and renew allegiances between our people.'

Behind the broad shoulders thunderer senses the soft shifting of Evelyn's stance, the barely audible whisper of steel and heartbeat alike. A silent pact existed between them, wordlessly renewed with each motion of the assassin.

The Jotunn allows gaze to trace both prince and companion, lingering on the woman lasting a fraction longer than absolutely necessary, Judgement evident in the crimson gaze a smirk rises into being, fleeting and short-lived.

Her face void of emotion, their eyes seem to bore into her without any hesitation. Though she stands behind him, even they are aware of their dynamic. She may seem shielded by the god of thunder but everyone is aware how foolish that thought is.

His words echo through the air, sending warmth through her frozen limbs, a soft swell of pride fills her as she watches the man who once ran through field with her turn into a king.

Her gaze lingers on the Jotunn who speaks , his smirk is matched before she moves forward. A soft snort leaves her lips, directing her eyes towards Thor with a soft whisper. “A true diplomat, my dear.”

There was a twisted beauty to the fortress, frost covered solid structures that could be seen. An almost blinding gleam reflected off the walls of the palace. Her eyes remained glued to the giants that surrounded them .

his low laugh sends heat pooling in her lower stomach, his touch is like flames licking at her skin. she knows the effect she has on him, but she doesn't think he knows his own effect of her. despite the anger and pain, evelyn could never not sense whenever he walked into a room. his presence alone sucked the air out of any room, leaving her breathless but starving for any little interaction he would give her.

her wounded pride kept her from begging for his affection, but she relished in anything he gave her any scrap of attention she could receive was buried deep in her heart as her prized possession.

his effect on her was something that left her near the point of obsession when it came to her husband, a silent possessiveness that made her want to claim every inch of him even if it was his hate and anger.

her gaze follows his own, the alleys and small hideaways sent a thrill up her spine, she felt twenty years younger as she pulled the hand she held. pulling herself closer to his chest, chin tilted upward to seek his gaze.

her own lids dipping, peaking through her lashes with a simmer heat up at him, her tongue swept across her top lip before she spoke in a soft whisper.

For a moment Thor forgets the city, the noise, the fractured piece of the life they have built and broken a dozen times over. There is only her, fierce and trembling, all silk and steel in his arms. The tilt of her chin, the way breath ghosts across his skin, the way that word, husband, leaves her lips like a confession too holy for the streets.

Jesus Christ, how he missed her saying that word...

And maybe one day he will admit it, proudly and out loud, that despite it all this was the only thing that would ever bloom happiness in him, them, her, and no other care but what tempting ideas they could conjure next.

Right now he would not be able to deny her anything, and hand rises, threading through silken hair, guiding her closer until the city light showers her in golden flares.

' Funny how every time we explore the path leads only to you...'

A crooked smile curves his lips then, a flash of wicked youth beneath the devotion turning features and smile deviously teasing.

' Careful darlin', ' and he drawls, fingers tightening around hers as he takes a step back, then another, coaxing her with him. ' You tempt me to be indecent.'

He leads and Evelyn follows like a devoted follower, guiding her towards sin and salvation. His words leave a soft flush across her bare skin, her palm resting against his broad chest to steady herself.

He was far more tempting than any devil around.

Each step has Evelyn drawing closer to him, allowing this moment to bring them together, a soft giggle leaves her mouth as she notices his direction. She felt almost half her age following her husband into a dark alley.

“Funny..maybe it’s a sign that we are bound to be together.”

Her tone is soft, testing the waters in hopes of getting the answer she wants. The shadows of the alley do nothing to hide her husband. Nor do they hide her feelings, instead it seems to make her bolder.

His kiss is met with her own feverish desire, the hand that rested on his chest finds its way up to his neck, pulling him down closer to her. She craves his touch like an addict, the cologne he wore fills her lungs, leaving her wanting more.

his touch sooths the simmer of anger that ripples beneath her sink, he was a beacon of light in the darkness that would consume her, something that connected her to the present. he held a firm faith in her, something that many did not. while others looked at her with wary eyes, ready for her to strike, thor only looked at her like she was something worth praising, worth treasuring.

his word was his honor, evelyn knew that Thor did not shy away from how he truly felt. if he claimed he would not be swayed then he would not be swayed. it brought a sense of relief and security to her, knowing that he stood beside her and weather whatever storm that came.

Huginn's cries brought tension to her shoulders, her spine straightening as she allowed an exhale of breath to leave her lips. their battle was just starting, she knew that odin would not be pleased with what has transpired between them. the beady eyes of Huginn seem to pierce through her soul as her beloved grips her hand.

Yet when ceruleans trace Evelyn's features the fury bends to her will as lightning bends to his call, and there is no fear noted in her, only understanding. There would be no cowering from either of them, and she will walk proudly beside him, rage or not. The Allfather would call it defiance, yet thunderer knew the truth of it; she steadies the thunder in his veins, and tempers it into purpose rather than destruction. And no resistance to it would ever change that.

' Let the Norns weave what they will,' and the murmur comes steady yet low, a rumble beneath the tension. Fingers tighten around hers, the strength in his grip still measured, more promise than command, and it was guidance and gentle coaxing towards the outside, both forms greeted by the all-too bright beams of sunlight.

The faint hum of the Bifrost begins to whisper through the air, that ancient call of rainbow light that bridges the realms, and turning towards her a small strand of hair is brushed before the wind catches it.

Heimdall answers the summons, and sky splits open, radiant and fierce, enveloping them as the god draws Eve against him, arm coiling protectively around her waist. The warmth of her grounding the god even further as the cosmos blurs into a thousand colors.

Whatever awaited them beyond the gates they would face it as one, and the thought runs repeatedly through his mind even after the beam fades, leaving them upon Asgard's soil.

Almost immediately there is a heavy tension and setting in his jaw, their arrival welcomed by the Watcher's unmoving features and piercing golden eyes.

they completed each other in ways that many could never. Their story is written in blood, intertwined so tightly that not even the norns could tamper with it. His touch is not a claim but a constant reminder of the hold that he has on her, she would follow blindingly knowing he would never steer her wrong.

Her palm drags to interlace their fingers, a public declaration of affection that she is sure will no doubt upset the allfather. Her gaze steady on the golden eyes of their watcher, showing she held no fear of what was to come.

A soft squeeze of his hand in hers is an unspoken act of encouragement, while they were here for a confrontation does not mean further angering Odin would be a wise move.

Sentence Quotes Starters of absolute bangers my girlfriend has said. Adjust pronouns as needed.

❛ OH SO I'M NOT ALLOWED TO MISS YOU NOW? ❜

❛ I'm gonna punch him. ❜

❛ I'm gonna just go melt in the corner, thanks. ❜

❛ I'mma kick your booty. ❜

❛ YOURE IN DANGER TODAY MISTER! ❜

❛ MY EVERYTHING HURTS! ❜

❛ YOU'RE MY LITTLE GUY! ❜

❛ OKAY BUT HEAR ME OUT, MY CLONE AND I COULD COME TO A TRUCE! ❜

❛ You're analyzing my clown levels, I respect it. ❜

❛ You're voted off the island. I trusted you. ❜

❛ I'm the morning rain cloud. I roll in with unexpected showers of violence. ❜

❛ You can just steal babies? ❜

❛ YOU BOTH ARE OVER HERE KILLING PEOPLE!! ❜

❛ My sims just complain about doing the clothes all the time and about how their neighbors have horrible music taste and their kids are a mistake to society. ❜

❛ Imagine having your own toddler pull a knife on you. ❜

❛ If I was a teenager then that punk better also have the same nerve to hold their ground like an adult because we're both doing time for assault.❜

❛ You'd let a teenager just stab you? ❜

❛ Oh my gosh you could have a pet hedgehog! One that doesn't want to suck your blood! ❜

❛ Eating soggy cereal is one thing, but swallowing gum?! ❜

❛ YOU LITERALLY EAT SOGGY CEREAL WHAT?! ❜

❛ Soo is cereal just breakfast soup? ❜

❛ I bet [Name] loves melted ice cream. ❜

❛ That's why you and I get along so well, we're from the same circus. ❜

❛ Yeah I was a middle school mob boss. We ran that school. ❜

❛ Being a preteen girl was difficult. ❜

❛ That's traumatizing. ❜

❛ I think you're more intimidating than mysterious. ❜

❛ Thank you for the blackmail material. ❜

❛ Can I put a picture of you on my desk? ❜

❛ I called upon my spirit guides to run you over with a car. ❜

❛ Everyone wants you dead. ❜

Questioning Sentences, Vol. 51

(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"What do you know about demons?"

"What have you become?"

"What has become of your pity?"

"Do you understand that you can't do this alone?"

"What's he got that I've not?"

"Did you just call me a bitch?"

"What brings you here? You can't possibly have more bad news?"

"Do you ever stop and wonder why people hate you?"

"Do we really have to do this?"

"Are you going to stand there all night?"

"Are you trying to ask me out?"

"What exactly did you do during the war?"

"Will I see you tonight?"

"What the fuck happened to your arm?"

"You believe in all that old magic stuff?"

"Did you know that when people lie, their blood pressure goes up?"

"When have I ever let you down?"

"Would you like me to open that for you?"

"Do you still think about me now and then?"

"You really hate it when I'm right, don't you?"

"You can see that too, right?"

"Can we eat now, or do we have to wait until the arguing is over?"

"It was an accident, wasn't it?"

"Are you like this with all women, or is it just me?"

"How is it you're supposed to actually be helping me?"

"Which one of these guys is the bad guy?"

"Are you going to be a baby about this?"

"How long have you been planning this behind my back?"

"Why did you call me here at 3am?"

"Don't you like it here?"

"Why do you push away anyone who wants to help you?"

"You like to fight, don't you?"

"Would you stay with me for a while?"

"Is it hard for you to admit you're wrong?"

"Are you the kind of man who holds a grudge?"

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Where are you off to looking so pretty?"

"Do you think you deserved to be loved?"

"Was it a bad idea for me to stay here?"

"Why are you so hesitant to discuss this?"

"Why would I kill my mother?"

"Do you know what I crave?"

"Do you ever think about giving it all up?"