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Glistening, indigo orbs of shimmering light lit the breath taking throne room. Swirling, sapphire symbols patterned the pearl white stone singing a ancient language.
Oh Thor, oh Thor, just look at you, waltzing in to save the day, The All-Father would be proud of you, the people of Asgard would say: "Hail our God of Thunder, hail our next in command, With flowing...
#adventchallenge Mistletoe was said to be the sacred plant of Frigga, the goddess of love. When her son, Balder, dreamed of his death, Frigga rushed about seeking promises that her son would not die.
This is a tale of jealousy and mortal ire, scripted by a divine yet convoluted mind, corrupted by the mere ignorance of that mind's "kin" and "family." My name is Loki Laufeyson, and this is the...
I look at you. Each and every day. I watch the venom trail down the rock, splashing into your eyes. I hear your screams of pure anguish as it burns you alive.
I'll admit this isn't love As is always portrayed, This is more like loyalty The way this game's been played.
I call out to every man of the sword. Every lost soul in torment. Stand up tall and bring your spear. We will sail out into the new world. This is no time to stay dormant. Stand tall.
Soooo I watched the film, Marvel's Thor, and I'm totally in love with the plot and all the characters ❤ Sooooooo there goes my first fanfiction with my own character .
Sigmund was a berserker, he was fierce, as he was brave. He excelled in blood and battle, sending countless to their grave. His blade was legendary, forged by Völundr's hand.
How beautiful, little dwarves, Your necklace seems to be. Beautiful beyond compare Would you give it me. No, you say. How terribly odd To deny a goddess her way.
There was something in the air, like a calm before the storm, like the charge before the lightning, silence, from which, thunders born. It was the Fimbulwinter, the prelude to the end.
The Friday wife, Knower of all But withholder of all she knows, Crying tears, Eighteen carat gold, For the source of all her woes.
Dark haired freya with eyes of black, claiming warriors hearts after attack,. Hair a veil of purple black night, flowing all around a never ending sight,.
She looked out at the carnage, across a battlefield of death. The sky was dark with storm clouds, the wind had lightning on the breath.
As Gilderoy Lockhart (aka Kenneth Branagh) once said, “Amazing. This is just like magic!” And I get the feeling Branagh felt the same about his first foray into the wonderful world of CGI.