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"The joy of your company is overwhelming really. What is it you want?"
"Oh, nothing much. I don’t suppose you’ve seen my dog? About so high;" she waves a hand at about three feet to demonstrate, "black; hairy."
((Going through all the stuff I’ve written on my computer because I have to send some of it to a uni, and I don’t actually remember writing half of this stuff…))
((It is at this time of year that I am reminded of the really weird Robin-Hood-themed version of Merry Xmas Everybody that my older sister and I made up for my little sister several years ago. I think the fact that it begins with the line “Are you hanging Guy of Gisbourne on the wall?” says it all, really…))
((I was reading Lokasenna last night, and I genuinely haven’t grinned that much in a long time. It’s just really funny and kind of cute and Loki’s such a prat, but in a way that makes me smile.))
((Does anybody else have weirdly vivid dreams of going into battle with a rather beautiful axe and a green shield at the head of a horde of warriors, or is it just me? I can’t for the life of me remember what we were fighting for, but I was slightly surprised to wake up from it.))
((I’m so happy! I got three books in the post today - a translation of the Poetic Edda; a book on Old Icelandic literature and society; and a collection of Icelandic sagas. Still waiting on the Prose Edda and the book about reading Old Norse, but I am feeling joyous nonetheless.))
Gabriel grabs hold of a rope and swings down to the deck, landing lightly beside Hel with a grin. His head tips to one side as he thinks for a moment.
“Midgard’s boring, let’s go realm-surfing. You get to pick. It’s your ship.”
After a moment’s thought, Hel rubs her hands together gleefully, cackling.
"I have it. You up for a little ice-dodging, old man?" It’s been many centuries since Hel last sailed on the seas of her childhood home, and she misses the game her mother taught her of ducking and slaloming between the vast icebergs that ride the fickle waves of Jötunheimr’s northern waters. Of course, she’s never played it with quite such a large craft before, but that only adds to the excitement.
The archangel cocks an eyebrow at his daughter, smirking.
“Please. Like this ‘old man’ can’t handle a few Jötunheimr glaciers. You get the wheel, I’ll take the tiller? Or you wanna play it safe and take the brakes while I do the driving?” He’s done the runs through Jötunheimr's seas a few times, but he's a little rusty, and he kind of wants to see how good Hel is at driving the boat.
Laying an easy hand on the rudder-bar, the young goddess sends a smirk and a wink in her father’s direction.
"Well, then - what are we waiting for?" A soft whistle passes her lips, and the wind begins to pick up; heavy fog suddenly swirling about the ship as the temperature drops. It feels good to be going home.
((My twitter feed is cruel:
I’m just sat here like ‘thanks for reminding me of my failure, twitter’.))
GUYS LOOK THIS IS SO CUTE. HOVER OVER THE PICTURE WITH MOUSE
click the cyan button on the left side of the donut box and hover over the grey donut
^ I AM THE DANGER
CLICK THE RED BUTTON ON THE DONUT BOX AND LOOK AT THE GREEN APPLE
The orange in the back on the left turns into Totoro and that’s awesome.
DUDE! Click the little brown button at the far right of the donut box! DO EET!
((I enjoy the fact that apparently bearded axes are on the list of things I doodle when I’m bored.))