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I’s the B’y | Closed RP

firstsonofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

The ground shifted again, and as the light of his sword shone upward, Balder only caught sight of the long, jagged rows of spine-like teeth as they came crashing down over him. He scrambled, staggering upward to follow Thor, but the movement of the bottom jaw, upon which the two of them had been standing, angled steeply upward, and he slid, sword and all, back into the depths of its maw as two rows of teeth met. They clamped shut, sealing the cavern  from Svadren’s light.

Everything else within the cave, the lake, and the dark rocks surrounding the Prince remained dark but for the dim bulb that hung before the monstrous teeth of this new beast, suspended by a fleshy rod that mounted over its lipless snarl.

Thor’s eyes finally adjusted to the meager light that the bulb at the end of the antenna of the thing gave off, still barely sufficient to make out the outline of the creature though it was. The thing’s bulbous eyes glinted dully in the light of his lure, and Thor was at once filled with fear and rage. He couldn’t see an outline of Balder anywhere, nothing blacker than himself and the monster in the cave.

It had eaten Balder.

Thor stood in the muck, the water sloshing at his knees, and he hefted Jarnbjorn, baring his own teeth in a mocking grimace of what the creature looked like. He flew at it, swinging the battle axe with a yell.

The monster snapped at him, forcing him away, and he swung again, Jarnbjorn glancing off of its teeth before he went flying backward, smashing into the cave wall. Thor felt the deep ache of the wall connecting with his spine, and he fell with a splash into the water, coughing and sputtering, salt heavy in his mouth as he strained to stand once more.

The beast opened its mouth again, coming toward him and Thor lunged forward, aiming to wedge its mouth open. Perhaps he could pull Balder out of the depths of its stomach, if only he could cut the thing open. Thor grunted as he swung a third time, and the thing smashed him aside again with its great head.

Thor flew into the wall again, groaning this time, his body complaining as he tried to get up.

Balder could not move. Fleshy walls pressed up all around him, wet and constricting as he felt himself moving, first one way in sudden strikes, and then another, bending and twisting  The light of his sword had gone out in his fall, and he braced himself within the slippery confines to try again, summoning up his energy to light his arm and his sword.

The long tube that had tightened around him only allowed for his extended arm to drop a trickle of light that jostled and moved with his surroundings. Surrounding him, pressing up against all sides, the oozing walls burned against the leathers of his armour, and as he struggled to orient himself, to try to stand or kneel within the amorphously moving prison, something sloshed at his feet, releasing a bilious odour that nearly gagged him.

Stomach acid, he realised, coughing at the stench. The squeezing of the gullet walls and the air thick with its toxic smell left him gasping, and each movement of the beast seem to slosh the acid—and other still-solid contents—around his feet and legs, corroding his boots.

He struggled against the narrow tube that clenched around him, trying to pull his extended arm and Svadren back town to angle the blade. Each movement that left space around him from his arms was soon eliminated as the walls moved in more tightly, and he struggled against the internal muscles of the monster until he had wrenched his hand back down, planting a foot against the toxin-coated tissue to give him space. His heart hammered in his ears and it felt as though he was running out of air.

As the creature lurched once more, splashing acid up from its stomach around his knees, he jabbed the lit blade of his sword through one of the walls, forcing it down to the hilt as it passed through soft tissue, toughened muscle, and finally scales. 

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So We All Survived

lastshieldmaiden:

grim-facedhogun:

"I’ll see what I can do about  getting anything else for us." Hogun offered, stepping toward the pavilion entrance. "In the meantime, try not to pass out before we get a chance to finish what the healers started. Their medicines may work all right for most of the internal aches and pains, but a healing stone is still your best bet for the surface damage."

He swung open the flap of the tent, only to come face to face with the third member of their party. Hogun halted abruptly, dark eyes scrutinising up and down as he seemed to  intimidate Balder into backing away from him.

"Look who’s rinsed off to join us," he commented, resisting an amused tilt to his lip at how their field captain dripped and clutched at the coverings over his waist. "They couldn’t get you anything else?" he asked about the drying cloth. "Or was that going to cost extra?"

"What more could you want?" the young warrior said dozily. How heavy her eyes felt! Surely she could just rest them from a moment?

Hogun’s following comment made her groan, for Brunnhilde knew her spoke the truth of it. Already her shoulder was complaining from her otherwise delightfully comfortable position.

Staring at the top of the tent, Brunnhilde did not at first register that Hogun spoke to a new arrival-she was too engrossed in blowing a lock of fringe away from where it tickled her nose.  

"I did not want to be a bother." Balder’s cheeks tinged pink in the faint light he caught outside of the tent opening. "I told them I have a change of clothes in  m pack," he answered Hogun. "Just here to get them now."

He handed a bundled up mail shirt to the other man. “Thank you,” he returned it before setting a hand back on the drying cloth at his waist. “We managed to rinse out all of the wyrm’s toxin from it, so it should be clean to wear again now.”

He stepped inside the tent by the opening Hogun left him at the entryway, grateful for the warmth over his damp skin and hair before eyeing the cushion-laden ground for his pack. He passed a cursory glance over the rugs and Brunnhilde on the one side before peering around the divider to check the area there.

He blinked back, returning his gaze to Brunnhilde, who had sprawled over the pillows upon the floor in a familiar-looking tunic.

"Is … that my shirt?"

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shieldofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

"Well, dangerous as it was, he was right," Balder shrugged, somehow managing to do so while still guiding the ship without any erratic movement of the boat. "It was fun," he smiled at the memory. "I never would have thought it could be, but he sort of forces you to enjoy yourself," he glanced back at Sif as they crested yet another wave. "Even if it is against your better judgment."
He grew a little quiet after that for a short while, refocusing to watch the bow of the ship as he coasted them over the sea’s movements and into the current he knew would take them to Threyland. Of all the people he had seen since his return to Asgard, one had been noticeably absent.
Now was not the time to be melancholy over the matter, however. Sif’s nameday was more important, he considered.
"I haven’t had the chance to test this ship in the seas further south," he went on. "Since my nameday, I’ve only taken it up to the edge of the Sea of Marmora. It will be nice to test Lord Njord’s gift out in different waters."
A poor recovery, he nearly winced, and a poorer change of subject.

"…It was a good gift, Njord really knows you," Sif grins at him, "it was nice to see everyone on your naming day. I hadn’t seen them all together since we built Breidablik."
"Thor will return Balder…eventually," she patted her friend’s back, sighing as she guessed at his earlier train of thought, "he has to."

"It was," Balder agreed about his naming day celebration. "Thank you for arranging it."
"And … I know that," he admitted, caught in his gloom despite his attempt to cover it. "I know … I just—he is the only one I haven’t … sorry, I am being self-centred," he corrected himself. "Your nameday ought to be enjoyed for itself and not dragged through my doldrums."
As if insisting, the wind picked up, fanning out the large sail and accelerating them over the next few swells, picking up speed.
"At least the view here may lift both our spirits," Balder turned toward the coastline, where the gold spires of Asgard gleamed in the sunlight beyond a stretch of deep blue water. "I do not think I ever tire of that sight."

shieldofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

"Well, dangerous as it was, he was right," Balder shrugged, somehow managing to do so while still guiding the ship without any erratic movement of the boat. "It was fun," he smiled at the memory. "I never would have thought it could be, but he sort of forces you to enjoy yourself," he glanced back at Sif as they crested yet another wave. "Even if it is against your better judgment."

He grew a little quiet after that for a short while, refocusing to watch the bow of the ship as he coasted them over the sea’s movements and into the current he knew would take them to Threyland. Of all the people he had seen since his return to Asgard, one had been noticeably absent.

Now was not the time to be melancholy over the matter, however. Sif’s nameday was more important, he considered.

"I haven’t had the chance to test this ship in the seas further south," he went on. "Since my nameday, I’ve only taken it up to the edge of the Sea of Marmora. It will be nice to test Lord Njord’s gift out in different waters."

A poor recovery, he nearly winced, and a poorer change of subject.

"…It was a good gift, Njord really knows you," Sif grins at him, "it was nice to see everyone on your naming day. I hadn’t seen them all together since we built Breidablik."

"Thor will return Balder…eventually," she patted her friend’s back, sighing as she guessed at his earlier train of thought, "he has to."

"It was," Balder agreed about his naming day celebration. "Thank you for arranging it."

"And … I know that," he admitted, caught in his gloom despite his attempt to cover it. "I know … I just—he is the only one I haven’t … sorry, I am being self-centred," he corrected himself. "Your nameday ought to be enjoyed for itself and not dragged through my doldrums."

As if insisting, the wind picked up, fanning out the large sail and accelerating them over the next few swells, picking up speed.

"At least the view here may lift both our spirits," Balder turned toward the coastline, where the gold spires of Asgard gleamed in the sunlight beyond a stretch of deep blue water. "I do not think I ever tire of that sight."

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I’s the B’y | Closed RP

firstsonofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

firstsonofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

"Was there anything you read about the tablet glowing?" Balder asked, something raising the flesh behind his neck. His feet already had felt soaked before stepping into this new body of water, and he was not certain it was cold he felt rising up his spine.

"Should we … do you think it really is part of the tablet?" he asked to confirm before taking a step forward. The black water offered nothing but a reflection of the light he shone from his sword, all surface and no indication as to what might be at their feet.

"I do not know," Thor admitted, stepping a little forward of Balder, squinting, and realising that the light, small as it was, seemed much closer than he’d thought before. He squinted at the thing, brow furrowing.

"What…is…?"

Balder moved forward with Thor cautiously, following his friend. “I’m not s—” his shin scraped against something in the water, solid and pointed upward like a stalagmite, he stumbled a little in the water before righting himself and coming back into his wading strides.

"Perhaps it is some sort of beacon," he suggested as he came up beside Thor once more. "Something that is supposed to guide us t—"

The soft ground beneath the water lurched, and he fell backward, only barely managing to keep his sword up and lit as he plopped on his backside, now sitting chest deep in the water. He flushed, embarrassed. “Awfully clumsy today,” he muttered out like an apology as he struggled to raise himself back upward.

It was not only Balder who stumbled as the ground suddenly moved. Thor braced himself against some formation that was protruding from the roof of the cave, feeling the odd texture beneath his palm. He frowned, “no Balder I don’t think it is  y — ” he looked up, just in time to recognise (due to the positioning of Svadren) the rows of sharp, long, pointed teeth as they began to descend upon them.

Thor gave a yelp, howling at Balder to jump, even as the jaws of whatever it was they stood in the mouth of closed down, sending Thor skidding back along the wet floor of the cave, sputtering as he once again became water logged.

"Balder?" He cast about for his friend, but the light had gone out and he could not see, "Balder!”

The ground shifted again, and as the light of his sword shone upward, Balder only then caught sight of the long, jagged rows of spine-like teeth as they came crashing down over him. He scrambled, staggering upward to follow Thor, but the movement of the bottom jaw, upon which the two of them had been standing, angled steeply upward, and he slid, sword and all, back into the depths of its maw as two rows of teeth met. They clamped shut, sealing the cavern from Svadren’s light.

Everything else within the cave, the lake, and the dark rocks surrounding the Prince remained dark but for the dim bulb that hung before the monstrous teeth of this new beast, suspended by a fleshy rod that mounted over its lipless snarl.

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I’s the B’y | Closed RP

firstsonofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

"Was there anything you read about the tablet glowing?" Balder asked, something raising the flesh behind his neck. His feet already had felt soaked before stepping into this new body of water, and he was not certain it was cold he felt rising up his spine.

"Should we … do you think it really is part of the tablet?" he asked to confirm before taking a step forward. The black water offered nothing but a reflection of the light he shone from his sword, all surface and no indication as to what might be at their feet.

"I do not know," Thor admitted, stepping a little forward of Balder, squinting, and realising that the light, small as it was, seemed much closer than he’d thought before. He squinted at the thing, brow furrowing.

"What…is…?"

Balder moved forward with Thor cautiously, following his friend. “I’m not s—” his shin scraped against something in the water, solid and pointed upward like a stalagmite, he stumbled a little in the water before righting himself and coming back into his wading strides.

"Perhaps it is some sort of beacon," he suggested as he came up beside Thor once more. "Something that is supposed to guide us t—"

The soft ground beneath the water lurched, and he fell backward, only barely managing to keep his sword up and lit as he plopped on his backside, now sitting chest deep in the water. He flushed, embarrassed. “Awfully clumsy today,” he muttered out like an apology as he struggled to raise himself back upward.

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shieldofasgard asked: ❧☑✾

❧ - A ship I have with your character

Beta. Ray. Bill.

Don’t even get me started on how much I love these two losers together.

☑ - A fact about the character

Despite what seems to be a popular opinion in the Balder tag (when it happens to actually be about Balder from Marvel comics and not Baldr from some anime about deity-styled characters in school), Balder is not actually an idiot. He believes he is, mostly due to being told as much or implied to be as much by other characters (*cough*Loki*cough*). He is not only a master of nearly every form of combat, inclusive of the strategies, but also has displayed a diplomatic savvy that many other Asgardian counterparts seem to lack, including Thor.

In fact, nearly every argument that defends Thor’s intelligence can be made for Balder (sans anything he might have learned in comics as Don Blake), and I find it eternally frustrating that the inherent trust and goodwill Balder has naturally is interpreted as stupidity when with Thor there never seems to be a question about his trust not in any way diminishing his intelligence.

Balder’s lack of confidence in his intelligence should not be interpreted as fact of it. He lacks confidence in nearly every area, and yet he executes tasks on a heroic level akin to Thor in nearly every respect. I really wish people would stop calling him stupid (outside of ic interaction).

✾ - Why I chose my character

I’m pretty sure I’ve given the long meta reason before, so I’ll just say—I haven’t found a version I thought really did justice to the comics, and certainly not one that managed to mesh him into the MCU in any kind of integrated, canonical fashion. (Yeah, I’m picky.)

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Munday Symbols

therewitharose:

❤ - Any tumblr senpais
❣ - An unpopular opinion I have
⋆ - A ship I have with my character
❧ - A ship I have with your character
✗ - A ship I can’t stand
☒ - A fact about the mun
☑ - A fact about the character
✾ - Why I chose my character
◎ - Relationship status
❂ - Post a picture of myself
☄ - My opinion of you

(Source: memeinthevoid, via odinborsonallfather)

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"Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness."

Katherine Henson (via looktotheants)

(Source: , via looktotheants)

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I’s the B’y | Closed RP

firstsonofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

"I wasn’t about to let it go out now," Balder agreed about his sword. The farther inward they went, the darker things seemed to become, especially once the inky pool came across their path over the shellbed they had walked upon.

Thor pointed out the distant light once more and Balder narrowed his eyes at it. “Wait,” he waded out with Thor into the water and clasped his shoulder to stop him. “It can’t be part of the cave structure—opening or not. Don’t you see?” he directed his sword outward, holding it in place as a fixed point of reference. “It’s moving.”

Over the point of his sword, the small light jumped, swinging slowly from one side and then to the other.

"What…?" he squinted into the distance, watching as it moved beyond the point of Balder’s sword. He blinked light ghosts from his eyes, frowning and shaking his head. "What is…maybe that is the tablet?" maybe it could move on its own?

The thought was rather alarming.

"Was there anything you read about the tablet glowing?" Balder asked, something raising the flesh behind his neck. His feet already had felt soaked before stepping into this new body of water, and he was not certain it was cold he felt rising up his spine.

"Should we … do you think it really is part of the tablet?" he asked to confirm before taking a step forward. The black water offered nothing but a reflection of the light he shone from his sword, all surface and no indication as to what might be at their feet.