A Hunting We Shall Go | Closed RP

shieldofasgard:

firstsonofasgard:

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

"It’s going we—" Balder paused in his amiable answer when her kiss landed on his cheek. "—ah, well," he swallowed, finishing with a flush to his cheeks.

"We … ought to have this set up soon," he went on, trying to cover the heat in his face with the industriousness of his activity. He jabbed the notched post upright beside the fire, shoving it down until it stood on its own before he went about whittling the second one smooth. "Sif and Thor will make quick work of what you brought in."

"Did you have any difficulty," he settled his voice with the mechanical motion of his knife over the wood, easing his nervousness at her display of affection, "in bringing the stag down?"

"Oh…" Nanna paused, wondering how to word her reply in such a way that would not make him worry. She had spent many years perfecting such a technique on her father, but Balder was different. "The stag and I went down together. I speared it from horseback and didn’t let go and ended up on top of it." 

She laughed and ran her fingers over her shoulder, the joint still aching a little after her fall. She smiled at her fiance as he worked on the spit. “I’m fine though. It was not the best technique in the world but it worked quite well.” 

"You know as well as I do that things aren’t supposed to bend that w—" Thor had to stop himself in his irritation. "It wasn’t about things being soft on my end," he huffed. "You’re just entirely unfamiliar with the virtue of sensitivity—and its particular applications."

"And Nanna and I got on just fine," he mentioned pointedly as he made his own cuts to the hide, making quick work of the skinning. "It is only you who are difficult." He pulled up a chunk of skin and hide.

"You would not have me any other way than difficult," she returned in a chipper tone. "You have to have someone telling you that the sun doesn’t shine out your ass,” Sif pointed out, grinning.

"And please," Sif chortled, "if you would like to give me instruction in sensitivity, then be my guest."

"You fell upon it?" Balder paused in his carving to turn a concerned glance to her. He caught how her fingers rubbed over her shoulder, and he set the post he had been working on aside. "Did you injure yourself at all?"

"If it’s … ah, if it’s all right," he hedged, raising his hand, now freed from his knifework, in a hesitant approach to her skin, "would you let me see?" He grazed his fingers over her collarbone, sliding beneath the fabric of her clothing and feeling along until he reached her shoulder. "Did you land here?" he pressed in a little, sensing for any tears. "It feels a little swollen. You might have sprained it."

A Hunting We Shall Go | Closed RP

shieldofasgard:

firstsonofasgard:

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

"I suppose that leaves me to get a spit going," Balder smiled after turning to see Thor’s arrival and Sif’s enthusiasm for preparing the kill to be eaten.

He picked up a few of the unused wood branches around the fire, notching them with his own knife to put a groove in the end. “You can join me if you like, Nanna,” he suggested as he sat back down, smoothing out his cut to make it a rounded semi-circle.

Her hand was quick up to her face to brush off the dirt, moving deftly down and over her clothes to remove any remnants of her ride before Sif found them and made further comment. 

Nanna took the horses over to a small trough and slipped their bridles off so they could drink. She was quick to settle them in for the night, untacking with a practiced ease before moving to sit beside Balder with a smile. 

"Hi." She breathed, the ache in her limbs from her fall lulling beside the warm fire. Nanna leant over and pressed a soft kiss to Balder’s cheek as settled by his side. "Having a nice time?"

Thor hefted the deer down to the ground off his shoulders, dropping it with a dull thud into the grass. He eyed Sif’s blade and keenness with a wry look.

"Why is it he gets greeted with a kiss and I get the knife?" he joked with a thumb pointing at Balder as Nanna leaned a kiss to his cheek. "Or are you just happier to see this fellow," he lifted up the head by the short, knobby antlers to face Sif, "than you are to see me?"

The tongue of the beast lolled out with Thor’s movement of its head.

"Aww," she gave him an expression of mock sympathy, raising an eyebrow at the puppet show he attempted with their dinner, "what’s the matter? Sweetness over there did not respond to your charming personality?"  Sif shouldered Thor playfully, cackling at her own joke, motioning to him to hang the dear by its hind legs so she could bleed him.

"Besides, I thought I was too rough for you and your baby soft skin to handle," she narrowed dark eyes at Thor, not soon to forget what he’d said to her before departing.

"It’s going we—" Balder paused in his amiable answer when her kiss landed on his cheek. "—ah, well," he swallowed, finishing with a flush to his cheeks.

"We … ought to have this set up soon," he went on, trying to cover the heat in his face with the industriousness of his activity. He jabbed the notched post upright beside the fire, shoving it down until it stood on its own before he went about whittling the second one smooth. "Sif and Thor will make quick work of what you brought in."

"Did you have any difficulty," he settled his voice with the mechanical motion of his knife over the wood, easing his nervousness at her display of affection, "in bringing the stag down?"

ask-balder:

There was that time..

ask-balder:

There was that time..

A Hunting We Shall Go | Closed RP

shieldofasgard:

firstsonofasgard:

goddessnanna:

"I know a similar feeling." Nanna adjusted the spears in her grip as she wandered along beside Thor, picking a path that was easy enough for the horses. "Everyone looks at you and expects you to do things a certain way, to be a certain person even if…even if you arent that person at all." 

Her gaze flitted to the man at her side and she sent over an encouraging smile. “It must be much harder for you than it is for me, its definitely a different situation. But I think I understand. So far though you have proven to be quite worthy of your title, and I hope you one day find someone who you think, more than anyone else, is worthy of standing beside you.” 

"Thank you, Lad—Nanna," Thor corrected himself from the title, feeling a little more comfortable around her now as they walked. "I hope so too," he smiled at her as they came over the edge of the brush and to the clearing of the campsite.

Three peaked tents circled around a column of smoke that rose up from the centre, and Thor could make out the rounded mass of Balder’s shoulders beside Sif’s more slender form, perched atop a stump beside him.

"We brought dinner!" he called over to them cheerily, waving the hooves of the dead stag in their direction in greeting. "Who’s helping me skin it?"

Sif turned quick as a flash at Thor’s announcement, their arrival preluded by their noisy footsteps through the underbrush. She hopped up, near-prancing over to the two that had returned, a scrutinizing gaze raking up Nanna briefly. “You’ve some dirt on your…” she indicated her own chin to show Nanna where the dirt still clung to her pale skin.

Sif grinned broadly at Thor, forcing herself to be chipper. “I will skin it,” she announced, loosing the knife and tossing it up in the air, catching it by the hilt again.

"I am starved."

"I suppose that leaves me to get a spit going," Balder smiled after turning to see Thor’s arrival and Sif’s enthusiasm for preparing the kill to be eaten.

He picked up a few of the unused wood branches around the fire, notching them with his own knife to put a groove in the end. “You can join me if you like, Nanna,” he suggested as he sat back down, smoothing out his cut to make it a rounded semi-circle.

aseaofquotes:

Bryce Courtenay, The Power of One

aseaofquotes:

Bryce Courtenay, The Power of One

Calm Before the Storm | Closed Rp

nornqueenkarnilla:

balderoncebrave:

Balder sought to soothe her, his voice warm and mellowed as they climbed the stairs through the corridors and headed down hallways by the dim witchlights atop the torches. “You are tired, to be so contrary,” he smiled at her indulgently. “You ask that I be with you, but say I should have gone …”

"You know," he came upon the door to her chambers, those he had so frequently shared with her, and pushed open the door with his shoulder, "that there is only one answer to that. I will not give you up so easily a second time," he brought her to the bed and knelt down to rest her upon the mattress. "Not for the witcheries of the Norns, not for death, nothing," he stayed beside her on the bed, one hand stroking over her forehead, "we have come across has been able to limit us. You were right Karnilla," he trailed his thumb over her cheek, "perhaps we truly have come to be beyond all of that."

She smiled slowly, languidly. “I like it…when you say that I am right.” Karnilla laughed shallowly, lifting a weak hand to place against Balder’s arm. “Our love is stronger…than the boundaries and limits that others try to set for us. See?”

"Does this mean you really will stay with me forever?"

"I cannot think what might make me wish to part with you," Balder leaned down, a kiss for her eyes, her nose, her lips. "We have overcome this much—what else could possibly even attempt to come between?"

He rose from the bedside stepping around with a trailing of his hand to show he was still present before he climbed upon the other side, resting his head on the pillow next to her. “I am happy,” he pulled up the furs to cover them halfway, leaving his arm free to wrap around her at the waist, “right where I am.”

A Hunting We Shall Go | Closed RP

shieldofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

"I do not think you would have disapproved of me, Sif,” Balder clarified, “but that you would likely not have noticed I was there at all.”

"Your father is exactly the person to judge such things by," he countered glumly. "He may be many things, but wrong is not one of them. A name, a title, family and standing—it doesn’t seem all that important to you, maybe, but it is because you … well, that is nothing to worry about for you, is it?"

"And that is why I cannot help but be grateful to Lord Gevar," he ran his hand over the grass before the firepit, rubbing a thumb over one of the blades, "and to Nanna—for taking such a chance … for thinking me worth the chance."

Sif grew quiet, sad. “Are you happy, Balder?” she finally asked, turning to him, her forearms still rested against her knees, fingers entwined. “At least…tell me that you’re happy. If you are then…then I’ll leave it alone.”

Balder let his gaze rise up from the smoke that had started from the fire, his blue eyes following the tufted clouds that rolled in the wind at the higher altitudes, not quite low enough to bother their tents or chill the sunlight that remained for the afternoon. The top caps of the pillowed cloud forms swirled away like cream as they trailed along, all flowing the same direction with the breeze’s set path.

"I think … I will be," he answered softly, watching the indistinct shapes the wind pushed into the cloud.

Calm Before the Storm | Closed Rp

nornqueenkarnilla:

balderoncebrave:

Balder had swung his other arm beneath her legs, cradling her as he made his way up the stair and back to the torch-lit corridors. “I reached for you,” he answered, “and you were not there.”

"When I searched for you," he rose up the next flight of stairs, his steps slow, wearied from the ordeal, "I could see nothing, and only heard something faint—through the walls and coming from below. I followed it to you."

He leaned his head lower toward hers, brushing lips over her forehead. “I think I would prefer it if you might stay the rest of the night with me. I still sleep better with you near.”

"I would prefer if you were with me too," she’d been so close. So close to losing him again, so close to losing her life. Karnilla’s head rested comfortably in the crook of Balder’s shoulder, her arms folded lazily over her torso.

"You should have gone when I said," she told him then, voice weak.

Balder sought to soothe her, his voice warm and mellowed as they climbed the stairs through the corridors and headed down hallways by the dim witchlights atop the torches. “You are tired, to be so contrary,” he smiled at her indulgently. “You ask that I be with you, but say I should have gone …”

"You know," he came upon the door to her chambers, those he had so frequently shared with her, and pushed open the door with his shoulder, "that there is only one answer to that. I will not give you up so easily a second time," he brought her to the bed and knelt down to rest her upon the mattress. "Not for the witcheries of the Norns, not for death, nothing," he stayed beside her on the bed, one hand stroking over her forehead, "we have come across has been able to limit us. You were right Karnilla," he trailed his thumb over her cheek, "perhaps we truly have come to be beyond all of that."

A Hunting We Shall Go | Closed RP

shieldofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

Balder kept his head down, working at a flint to the fire as the afternoon waned above them, rolling puffy clouds over the shining skies. The thing sparked, and he breathed the flame upward into the centre he had surrounded with stones, pausing once it seemed to catch.

He sat back from it, hazarding a glance at Sif as she paced. “Tell me, Sif,” he broached gently, “if you did not know me as shield-brother, if you knew me only by my name and my reputation, those deeds that have been seen worthy enough to report—do you still think I could dare to ask for anyone’s hand? Anyone of your station, or Nanna’s?” He shuffled his knee up toward his chest, tucking the other ankle beneath it, half-crossed and leaning forward. “Do you think your father would ever be as approving of my joining the family as Lord Gevar is?”

"If you think I would not then you know me less than I had thought, Balder," she sobered a little, huffing a breath out as she settled heavily on the stump next to him, her forearms caught against the blunt edges her of knees. She pouted a little, still unhappy, but dulling the steel edge of her temper.

"My father is hardly the person to judge such things by, Sif pointed out, "he would not want someone without any standing in his family but…I believe fully that it ought to be weighted by your merits." She looked at Balder, worry etched into her brow.

"At least Lord Gevar seems to notice that and not the former."

"I do not think you would have disapproved of me, Sif,” Balder clarified, “but that you would likely not have noticed I was there at all.”

"Your father is exactly the person to judge such things by," he countered glumly. "He may be many things, but wrong is not one of them. A name, a title, family and standing—it doesn’t seem all that important to you, maybe, but it is because you … well, that is nothing to worry about for you, isn’t it?"

"And that is why I cannot help but be grateful to Lord Gevar," he ran his hand over the grass before the firepit, rubbing a thumb over one of the blades, "and to Nanna—for taking such a chance … for thinking me worth the chance."

RPer Wanted: Fandral

beyond-the-bifrost-rp:

Fandral the Dashing

Canon Faceclaim: Josh Dallas/Zachary Levi

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Backstory (open to revision and reinterpretation):

Fandral is a top-ranking Einherjar swordsman from a long line of distinguished Aesir. His father, a well-respected Jarl, fell in the Great Jotun War that ended with the confiscation of the Casket of Ancient Winters when Fandral was hardly a boy, and his mother assumed the head position of his clan, a position she reminds her son he has a duty to fulfill. Despite her dogged insistence on his settling down, Fandral thinks the world of his mother and is always certain to bring her back something from his many missions abroad, often enduring the joke from friends that his mother is actually his greatest love.

Fandral joined the ranks of the Einherjar more for adventure than soldierly duties, finding the idea of leading an Aesir clan full of tedium and restrictions on his behaviour, particularly in his romantic interests and exploits. An irrepressible swashbuckler and romantic, Fandral often charges ahead of his team in search of excitement, no matter a mission’s gravity, and can at times get the team into highly disadvantageous positions.

He met Hogun and Volstagg within the ranks of the Einherjar, and the three of them formed an unbreakable bond of fellowship that endures to this day. He likewise befriended the two princes of Asgard in his duties, often serving as a comrade-in-arms or at times stationed as a guard for their protection (much to the protests of both royals). Though several years their senior, Fandral has no trouble including the two of them in whatever escapade he might come up with. Within the ranks of the Einherjar, Fandral also encountered the Lady Sif and Balder, and as a senior officer, helped them rise through the ranks among training and missions.

Fandral is expected at some point to settle down and marry a girl from another clan of good standing so that he may take on the rank of Jarl and provide an heir, but his dalliances with various women (and rumoured a few men) as well as his constant wanderlust and search for adventure have been a delay in his taking of the mantle. Despite this distracted nature, he possesses an excessively noble spirit and will always come to the aid of his brothers-in-arms and companions without thought to his personal safety or prosperity.

Personality:

Adventurous, daring, fun-loving, witty, flirtatious, noble, dedicated to his friends and family, sometimes an instigator, rash, and promiscuous.

Relationships:

Mother: Irpa (suggested name), regent leader of the Arathi clan

Volstagg the Voluminous: The second member of the warriors three, Fandral enjoys Volstagg’s jovial personality and, though he will not admit it, at times his fatherly care of the group.

Hogun the Grim: The third member of the warriors three, and a common companion. Fandral tends to take no notice of his abrasive personality and thus remains friends with him no matter Hogun’s mutterings.

Thor Odinson: His prince and one of his closest friends. Thor is often as fun-loving and daring as Fandral, and the two tend to enjoy themselves immensely on missions (as well as stir up quite a lot of trouble).

Loki Odinson: Also his prince, though Fandral and Loki are not so close. He finds himself often suspicious of Loki but is welcoming enough of the younger Odinson. He appreciates a good practical joke, after all.

Sif the Unstoppable: One of his companions along with the other two of the warriors three, he initially had endeavoured to pursue a sexual relationship with her, but has found all advances are met by particularly sharp rejection.

Balder the Brave: Shield-brother of Sif and a constant companion. Fandral always manages to pick up his understated humour and is glad to have another solid fighter, albeit with a cooler head, on a mission. He is not hard on the eyes either.

Odin All-Father: His King and sovereign, Fandral is steadfastly loyal to the his liege and performs all duties with enthusiasm and his signature flourish.

Frigga All-Mother: His Queen and second in his heart only beside his own mother, Fandral serves his liege lady with the utmost courtesy and honour.

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