aseaofquotes:

Julie Murphy, Side Effects May Vary

aseaofquotes:

Julie Murphy, Side Effects May Vary

Dog Days are Over | Closed RP

shieldofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

Balder hummed a little as he folded his clothes, setting a rhythm to his motions as he attempted to clear up the mess his new roommate had caused in his room, only to watch her drag more stray laundry across the bed. “Hey, that’s—” he picked it up from where Rafka had set it beside him. “Sif gave me this too.”

He held it up, letting the deep blue colour deepen against the light and the slight silver embellishments at the collar gleam near the laces. He breathed a little long, thinking on it before he stood from the bed. “This is a nice one. It has to be folded differently,” he said, setting the garment down in the place where he had sat, now with enough room to lay it down long-ways. He worked at lining up the seams for the sleeves and tucking them down just right before he pulled up the bottom and flipped it, flattening the chest down to a smooth plane. “There. Now the shiny bits won’t get wrinkled on the collar or on the ends of the sleeves.”

He let his gaze go to the wooden sword beside the tunic he had just folded on the bed and paused, thinking.

Then he shook his head, set the tunic atop the stack of shirts he had made, and sat back down in its place.

She noted the pause, and her ears twitched forward once more, her tail raising itself in excitement before Balder quickly dashed her hopes. Sif pranced about on top of the bed, resisting the urge to bark at Balder.

She gave up on the gifts she’d given him this time, jaunting over to the lyre and then back to Balder a number of times, sniffing at the instrument when she finally made her way back to it a third time. Sif gave Balder a meaningful look, tail wagging.

"Hey, calm—hey!" Rafka bounded over the top of the bed, bouncing a bit around the stacks of folded clothes. For a moment Balder feared she would let out another yap, but she stayed quiet, if a little hyperactive. "What’s got into you?" he wondered, glancing at the lyre.

"Oh that," he leaned over to pick it up from off his pillow. The weight of it was familiar in his hand, and it sat almost instinctively at his hip when he held it. His hand hesitated over the strings a moment before they slid more safely to the wooden frame, feeling over the small etchings that decorated the sides. "I don’t really play anymore," he offered in almost an apology to the wolf. "I mean, I’m not going to much in the barracks soon, am I?" he laughed a little low. "Just can’t … really get rid of it—even though I can since it’s mine."

"Guess that’s why I can’t too, though," he let his fingers trail down the strings, "since it’s mine."

He brought himself out of his stillness staring at it and brought a weak smile to Rafka. “But I don’t know what you’d want with it. You can’t play, and I can’t afford to have you sing in here yet without getting caught.”

Rules of Engagement || Closed RP

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

Balder’s breath caught in her motions, sparked by the closeness of her body and covered by the press of her lips over his. The drowsy, half-formed senses he had started with jumped to activity, and he keenly felt the touch of skin against his own, the warmth of her lips, and the softness of her thighs and dip along her pelvis that cradled his morning hardness at the moment.

He broke from her a moment with a rise in his pulse that pushed his breath to come out faster. “A—again?” he asked, his front still flush against hers.

His question felt awkward, it had Nanna pausing for a long moment and laying back to look at him. “If you want to…” She let the sentence linger awkwardly where it was, hanging between them. “It was good last…I do want to.” 

Nanna felt her breathing falter a moment, the nerves from the night before returning uncomfortably as her fingers faltered in their motions, halting their exploration as she swallowed. She could feel him pressed against her hips, feel the swell between his legs against the gap between her thighs. Surely that was a sign that he wanted to. Maybe she had misread it. Maybe she’d got it all wrong. 

"I do want to." Nanna breathed, eyes closing as her forehead came to rest to his. "Dont you?"

Some part of him had wondered if after the first time he had not been somehow in the clear—that after their initial love-making session he had not passed some sort of test and succeeded. Looking at her now and hearing her affirmation that she wished to go again, he began to reevaluate his interpretation of the importance of the act.

That is a thing men do, isn’t it? he thought. Wanting to … with their betrothed … and it’s all the time, right? You wouldn’t want her to think you are somehow … sexually abnormal … or impotent—or worse, that she is undesirable in some way. The thought of that sort of offense burgeoned up within his chest, prompting him forward. It’s simple. You ought to want to. That’s what’s normal. That’s what’s right. Stop making this more complicated.

"Of course," he cleared his throat a little, bringing his hand up her back to rise into her hair. He kissed her forehead, closing his eyes and focusing down on the touch of their skin, each point of contact from his lips to his legs. "That’s …" his hips rose forward, brushing his length upward. "That’s what I’d like too."

It’s simple, his fingers came up through her gold curls. It’s right.

Dog Days are Over | Closed RP

shieldofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

shieldofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

"Well, at least you didn’t do that with the letters," Balder scratched his head, unable to remain angry at the pup, and even sounding a little impressed with what short work she had made of the food.

He picked up a few garments from the floor, stacking them over his arm before he came to the bed and dropped them down in a pile, beginning to fold them. “So what’s all this then?” he glanced at the collection of gifts on his bed. “You’re kind of a nosy one, aren’t you?” he tilted his head at Rafka, trying to read her a bit.

She had an idea.

Sif jumped up onto the bed, stumbling about the mattress until she reached the first of the gifts that she’d found. It was one of the first things she’d ever given him, a wooden sword that she’d found at a shop. She was his sword and he was her shield. The gift had had meaning, at ten years old. Apparently it still did to Balder.

She brought it forward, stopping short of his folding to keep from jostling it. Sif nosed it toward him, insistent. It’s me, see? I know this gift.

"Hmm?" Balder blinked up from his work folding a pair of trousers. "What is it?"

He glanced down at the small piece of wood she nudged to him, picking it up in his hands. “Oh this? This is from Sif,” he patted Rafka’s head. “I told you you’d like her. She and I work as a team, you know,” he grinned at her, arcing a mock-attack motion with the sword. “I’m the shield,” he brought up his forearm in a blocking motion, “and she’s the sword,” he pushed the toy weapon forward in a stabbing motion.

He flipped it up in his hand, turning it to angle the blade downward. “That’s the idea anyway. Though when we got our weapons, I got the sword and she got the shield—but I think that’s because we already have all we need to be the other parts,” he shrugged before setting the wooden toy down.

He picked up another tunic and continued folding.

She grumbled a little as he continued in his obliviousness. She would need to find something more inventive. Sighing out with a grunt, Sif paced back toward the other items, continuing in her game now that she’d started it.

She chose a dress tunic this time around. She remembered it being deep blue, but the colour didn’t seem quite the same. Sif puzzled at that, but dragged the cloth forward, giving the smallest of yips to Balder.

It was one of the things she’d given Balder, too. It was a more recent gift. She’d thought he would appreciate the gesture, seeing as he was always complaining of not knowing what to wear when it came to feasts.

Balder hummed a little as he folded his clothes, setting a rhythm to his motions as he attempted to clear up the mess his new roommate had caused in his room, only to watch her drag more stray laundry across the bed. “Hey, that’s—” he picked it up from where Rafka had set it beside him. “Sif gave me this too.”

He held it up, letting the deep blue colour deepen against the light and the slight silver embellishments at the collar gleam near the laces. He breathed a little long, thinking on it before he stood from the bed. “This is a nice one. It has to be folded differently,” he said, setting the garment down in the place where he had sat, now with enough room to lay it down long-ways. He worked at lining up the seams for the sleeves and tucking them down just right before he pulled up the bottom and flipped it, flattening the chest down to a smooth plane. “There. Now the shiny bits won’t get wrinkled on the collar or on the ends of the sleeves.”

He let his gaze go to the wooden sword beside the tunic he had just folded on the bed and paused, thinking.

Then he shook his head, set the tunic atop the stack of shirts he had made, and sat back down in its place.

Rules of Engagement || Closed RP

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

Balder languidly followed her kiss, slow and hardly yet aware in all his senses. “Was a good night’s sleep,” he muttered to her lips. “Nice and rel—”

Her hips moved into his and his eyes snapped open as he felt his own hardness brush upward along her skin, firm to soft, and her arm entwined them closer.

"—relaxed," he finished, still a little startled to be caught in such a state.

"I’m glad." Her fingers brushed through the hair above his ear, hips resting just against his. She’d heard the change in his tone, her own eyes opening to see his. Nanna smiled and watched his gaze, lips touching to his once more, wondering how he might respond to such a simple kiss. Maybe she had misread the signals; even the one pressed up against her thigh. So she shifted a small way closer, hoping he might react warmly, hoping his gut was heating in the same way hers was. 

Balder’s breath caught in her motions, sparked by the closeness of her body and covered by the press of her lips over his. The drowsy, half-formed senses he had started with jumped to activity, and he keenly felt the touch of skin against his own, the warmth of her lips, and the softness of her thighs and dip along her pelvis that cradled his morning hardness at the moment.

He broke from her a moment with a rise in his pulse that pushed his breath to come out faster. “A—again?” he asked, his front still flush against hers.

Dog Days are Over | Closed RP

shieldofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

"Well, at least you didn’t do that with the letters," Balder scratched his head, unable to remain angry at the pup, and even sounding a little impressed with what short work she had made of the food.

He picked up a few garments from the floor, stacking them over his arm before he came to the bed and dropped them down in a pile, beginning to fold them. “So what’s all this then?” he glanced at the collection of gifts on his bed. “You’re kind of a nosy one, aren’t you?” he tilted his head at Rafka, trying to read her a bit.

She had an idea.

Sif jumped up onto the bed, stumbling about the mattress until she reached the first of the gifts that she’d found. It was one of the first things she’d ever given him, a wooden sword that she’d found at a shop. She was his sword and he was her shield. The gift had had meaning, at ten years old. Apparently it still did to Balder.

She brought it forward, stopping short of his folding to keep from jostling it. Sif nosed it toward him, insistent. It’s me, see? I know this gift.

"Hmm?" Balder blinked up from his work folding a pair of trousers. "What is it?"

He glanced down at the small piece of wood she nudged to him, picking it up in his hands. “Oh this? This is from Sif,” he patted Rafka’s head. “I told you you’d like her. She and I work as a team, you know,” he grinned at her, arcing a mock-attack motion with the sword. “I’m the shield,” he brought up his forearm in a blocking motion, “and she’s the sword,” he pushed the toy weapon forward in a stabbing motion.

He flipped it up in his hand, turning it to angle the blade downward. “That’s the idea anyway. Though when we got our weapons, I got the sword and she got the shield—but I think that’s because we already have all we need to be the other parts,” he shrugged before setting the wooden toy down.

He picked up another tunic and continued folding.

Rules of Engagement || Closed RP

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

Balder inched his face down lower as he curled into Nanna’s motions, his lips finding the line of her hair and grazing a light kiss over her forehead. “Mm,” he muttered drowsily above her head. “‘Morning.”

He burrowed a little back into the pillow, not quite ready to blink his eyes open to the day.

"Morning." She murmured back, eyes searching his face before she kissed him; a long, slow, sleepy kiss. Nanna brought herself back a small way, breath mingling with Balder’s. She took a breath, her bravery from the night before still in her veins as her hips rocked ever so gently to his. Her skin felt the press of his shaft, her arm winding its way about his body in a lose tangle. 

"Did you sleep well?" Nanna let her nose skim Balder’s, her forehead rested to his, eyes closed as she let her form sink against his. 

Balder languidly followed her kiss, slow and hardly yet aware in all his senses. “Was a good night’s sleep,” he muttered to her lips. “Nice and rel—”

Her hips moved into his and his eyes snapped open as he felt his own hardness brush upward along her skin, firm to soft, and her arm entwined them closer.

"—relaxed," he finished, still a little startled to be caught in such a state.

Dog Days are Over | Closed RP

shieldofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

shieldofasgard:

Balder went to the letters in a frenzy, and Sif’s chest clenched in guilt. Oh. She hopped to the floor, eyeing the food once before she started looking for the letter he seemed to be missing. She found it tucked behind a leg of the bed and dragged it out, taking it carefully over to Balder and placing it at his side with a nudge of her nose.

She whined, ducking her head in shame for what she’d done.

Balder scrambled among the papers, shuffling them to check their order until Rafka scooted a straggler toward him. He paused, breathing out some relief when he caught the date on the letter. He picked it up and filed it in place among the others, and snatching up the string from the floor, proceeded to tie up the bundle with care.

"Rafka, you have to be careful," he calmed his voice a little more now that he had ensured all of the letters had been accounted for. "I know maybe it’s a little boring in here, but there are … some things are special, all right? And they need to stay together, in their places. I just … I don’t want to lose them, you understand?"

He stood up, coming over to the chest and setting the stack of letters inside gently before he went back to the desk. He uncovered the two stuffed potatoes and set them on the floor, the cloth spread out beneath them as they still steamed a little. “I got you these,” he offered. “I hope it’s enough—but try not to make another mess, all right?”

Sif trotted with him to the trunk, looking in at the letters as he set them back neatly where they’d come from. She stared at them almost in longing, whining at the manilla colour. She snuffled her nose at them in discontent, but was quickly distracted as Balder moved to the desk and the food that she had been awaiting so long.

Her stomach rumbling, Sif nearly ran to the food, biting at it enthusiastically. Her tiny body absorbed it almost as soon as it met her tongue, and she licked her chops when she’d finished, sniffling around to make certain she hadn’t missed anything.

She gave a satisfied huff to Balder, coming toward him once more as he moved about the room.

"Well, at least you didn’t do that with the letters," Balder scratched his head, unable to remain angry at the pup, and even sounding a little impressed with what short work she had made of the food.

He picked up a few garments from the floor, stacking them over his arm before he came to the bed and dropped them down in a pile, beginning to fold them. “So what’s all this then?” he glanced at the collection of gifts on his bed. “You’re kind of a nosy one, aren’t you?” he tilted his head at Rafka, trying to read her a bit.

Don’t You Worry Child | Closed RP

shieldofasgard:

firstsonofasgard:

lightofthenine:

balderoncebrave:

Balder dropped to the ground, barely breathing before the creature regathered around his body in its fluid embrace. It circled back around him, coating him and warming against his skin, attempting to burrow down deep beneath the layer of enchantment.

"Don’t—" he gulped, eyes closed and hand grasping for the arms that had held him, "—don’t send …  me away … again—" he curled inward, clutching to the remnants that he could as they came to envelop him once more.

A screech and confusion. He was there — her morsel was right in her grasp, still lodged within her, but she could absorb nothing. She tried to gather his energy away from his skin, to sink her millions of tiny teeth into him, but to no avail.

It was like attempting to chew on rubber. Her teeth merely bounced back, and they kept coming and she needed to feed.

She let out another piercing howl, anguished and frustrated all at once.

The head burst out with Mjolnir’s crash, splashing down to the ground as Thor made his landing. The puddle of it seemed to be reforming, gyrating in odd, gelatinous patterns before it regrouped to form something resembling a skull once more.

Thor felt a sick feeling drop through his stomach. He raised Mjolnir and struck down once more, splattering the reformed skull into a spray. “Sif, get it off him,” he shouted to his teammate. “I can’t light it up if he’s in contact with it!”

There was a rumble around the trees as the air began to spark, gathering a charge to it as Thor built up his reserves.

At first she made to slice it off of him. Balder couldn’t be cut, but the monster could. It fell away in blobs, reforming slower and slower the more damage they did to it. The hairs on her skin raised with the charge of static in the air, and Sif threw aside her sword in frustration, using her hands to tear at the creature.

It fell away in wet blobs, and, finally, she revealed Balder’s pallid face to the air.

Sif dragged at her shield brother, feeling the grip of the creature loosening little by little. “Give me…himm…!” they flew back with a sudden lurch as the force counteracting Sif’s strength suddenly gave way. She tumbled to the ground with Balder’s weight on top of her, losing the compass, too, in the process, and finding herself winded, unable to move for a moment other than to attempt gasping a breath into her lungs.

The cold air struck his face like ice, and Balder’s eyes flew open, wide and nearly colourless. He struggled against whatever held him, whatever unfamiliar hands had torn him from the mother he had only just found again. Unseeing in his haze, he pushed against her, scrambling, shuffling blind along the ground and reaching out ounce more.

"No—don’t … don’t let me go," he stretched out his pale hand. "I promise—I’ll do everything right this time …"

Rules of Engagement || Closed RP

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

Balder’s eyes remained closed, but he tipped inward at the feel of her fingers over his jaw and at his collar. The instinctive reaction had his hand pulling inward, drawing her hips toward his for a moment when his muscles tensed. They released again as she slid over the shoulder, and he settled back into his pillow, lips barely moving over unintelligible sounds on his slow breathing.

The slackened sinews of his arm lowered his hand down her side, only stopped by the slightly rising curve of her backside.

Drawing her near again Nanna felt the press of his hips to hers, felt the undeniable pressure there that she had only really become acquainted with the evening before. She bit her lip, her body moving to his, wanting to move to his as the haze of sleep lingered very gently over her. 

His hand over the lines of her body had a shiver running up her spine, breathing increasing a small way as she let her lips skim Balder’s before trailing down his neck. Her hand continued its exploring, winding its way beneath the covers to take in the shape of his back, the way his torso curved and moved as he breathed, how his heart throbbed against his ribcage. 

Nanna closed her eyes and let herself feel the nearness of him, her body warming, growing restless even with a cloud of sleep lingering above it. 

Balder inched his face down lower as he curled into Nanna’s motions, his lips finding the line of her hair and grazing a light kiss over her forehead. “Mm,” he muttered drowsily above her head. “‘Morning.”

He burrowed a little back into the pillow, not quite ready to blink his eyes open to the day.

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