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Round 7
norsekink
norse_kink wrote in norsekink
ROUND 7 IS NOW CLOSED.

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Format of Prompts

  • Alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Heimdall/Loki/Thor).

  • Put [RPF] before RPF prompts. (e.g. [RPF] Chris/Tom)

  • For crossover prompts: "[Crossover], Thor Character(s)/Other Character(s), [Fandom]" (e.g. [Crossover], Loki/Tony, [Iron Man])

  • No "!" in pairings, only in descriptions. (e.g. Jane/Darcy, Quarterback!Thor, CFO!Loki)

  • Anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other." (e.g. Jane/Other)

  • Put [GEN] before GEN prompts.

  • Put any content warnings in the comment header. For a complete list of required warnings see here.



Names

Thor Loki
Jane Odin
Erik Darcy
Coulson Hawkeye
Heimdall Laufey
Volstagg Hogun
Fandral Sif
Frigga Isabel


Fills (new rules in bold)

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  • Prompts may be filled as many times as you like. There are lots of really interesting prompts, and if one inspires you, feel free to fill it again even if someone already has.

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I am probably setting myself up for a lot of angst and misery her...., but could someone please write a fanific in witch Hel is in love?

Oh man, I should not want to start this, but I so do.
Just-ohman. I love this prompt.
Do you have any preferences for who she falls in love with? I've been toying with a similar idea for a while, and I was thinking one of the avengers.

Really? Wonderful!

I don't really have any prefences, but I'll give you Thor's hammer if you make it femslash :) But anyone is awsome. I just want to see her in love...

I've once read a book where she was in Love with Baldr.
That could be one more reason why Loki killed him/let him be killed.

Ah, that's my headcanon too. Or rather, it's that Loki "gave" Baldr to her as a gift.
That's featuring in the story, but Baldr isn't the object of affection there (He has Nanne, unfortunately).

want to know My headcanon?
Hel is in love with Baldr.
Loki gives her Baldr as a present through killing him.
Nanna, heartbroken, dies of sadness/follows Baldr without even needing poison/knives or anything. So she has a bit of a liason/affinity to death.
Baldr doesn't return Hel's feelings.
Baldr and Nanna become estranged (Baldr wouln't have wanted her to follow him. Death ain't that nice)
Loki comes to visit his daughter/to flee a while the other realms.
Baldr re-falls in Love with Loki.
Loki is Thor obsessed. Might still have some admiration for Baldr, that he would never admit.
Nanna tries to make a deal with Hel. They have lots of conversation and become closer.
Boom goes the dynamite/All is well in Love and Hel (in slightly psycho way of course)

Edited at 2012-02-03 11:57 am (UTC)

Of course that is my headcanon. I wonder what yours is? I would love to see a fic where it actually works out with Baldr. Or a story with Tony Stark and Hel? He seems to have some suicidal tendencies every once in a while? Or a cracky fill with one Wade Wilson. (actually anything is love)
The possibilities are endless with this type of prompt and I would love it if this could be filled more than once.

Any ways. Does someone have some pictures of comic Nanna? I feel like polishing my pencils on the Hel/Nanna front

Edited at 2012-02-03 12:07 pm (UTC)

I have a feeling that I'm going to end up writing a lot of stories for this prompt. ;^^ That Tony idea really struck me though, and now I'm working on one with him along with my original one (the pairing for that I am going to keep under wraps until I post it, though).
The thing with Nanne, though, that I just realized is that she wasn't really seeking Baldr when she died. She was seeking death, and was thus seeking Hel.
IDK. Just thoughts that may possibly spawn fic.
You mentioned a book with Hel being in love with Baldr. Which book is it? (I think I have to read it now)

http://marvel.wikia.com/Nanna_%28Asgardian%29_%28Earth-616%29
^ That's the only pic I could find of her, does it help?

That would be such a sweet/creepy thing for Loki to do! Taking care of his daughter... Kinda makes you feel all warm inside.. :)

FILL: Brighter Burning Stars 1/?

hiding_places

2012-02-07 03:54 am (UTC)

Alright, here goes! I hope this pleases. :)

~*~

Few are the things capable of calling Hel from her cold, dark domain. One of them is death. And there is much of it to be had on the fields of Europe. She walks among the bodies of the dead and the dying that carpet land that used to thrive with life (an irony that is not lost on her), watches, and wonders. Wonders why these mortals fight and kill each other so. Thinks them foolish.
(Hel is not known for her kindness.)
But as her kingdom fills a little bit more every day with fathers, sons, and brothers (and occasionally a mother, sister, daughter with poison in her veins or scars on her limbs and darkness in her eyes), she deigns to visit the realm of the living and bear witness to the calamity that is taking place.
The grassy plains of France give way to thick coniferous forests, and the scent of death remains. There is an aura of despair about the place, and by and by she reaches the source. An army camp- mostly deserted from the looks of things. In fact, it’s almost completely empty. But soon she hears the murmur of voices, and finds a stage with singing women on it. Most of the soldiers are seated in front of it, but by her count of them there are still a great many more tents than there should be. (She figures the rest of them are out in the field, stargazing with unseeing eyes)
Oh. It’s one of those “You Ess-Oh” shows. Well. It’s none of her concern. Nor is she interested. She turns to leave, to find another field, when she is struck by light.
A man steps onto the stage, and she is blinded. It barely registers to her that he is a buffoon, that he has clearly never seen the war he speaks about-he lacks the hollowness in his gaze that the men before him have-all she sees is that he glows.

~*~

Hel is not weak. She is unflinching, unswerving, and austere.

That does not mean she does not feel.

Or that she does not love the light.


~*~

She takes to following this bright man, and learns that his name is Steve, that he is a talented artist, and that he believes in what those soldiers fight for even if he is not allowed to fight himself.
She learns that he hates when the strong prey on the helpless, and part of her cries out.
Goddesses should not want mortals. Especially not goddesses who are monsters, and mistresses of the bleakest domain mortals can conceive of. They are simply not allowed such wants.

Hel has always been a contrarian.

~*~

It is out of a need to be near his light that Hel follows Steve into the plane with Howard and Peggy, that she wears the skin of a raven as he jumps into the dark forest. And as far as anyone else is concerned, that is all she does. If Steve should happen to be miraculously safe when he lands, if mortars should just happen to curve around him, then who’s to say he isn’t just very lucky? Who’s to say she had a hand in it at all?
The Queen of the Dead does not do favors for mere mortals.
But she comes close.

Re: FILL: Brighter Burning Stars 1/?

cancerjanus

2012-02-07 06:00 am (UTC)

I must see more of this wonderful pairing.

Re: FILL: Brighter Burning Stars 1/?

hiding_places

2012-02-07 02:38 pm (UTC)

*happy blush* I'm so glad you're liking it!
Ask and you shall recieve!

Re: FILL: Brighter Burning Stars 2/?

hiding_places

2012-02-07 02:40 pm (UTC)

Well, here's part 2. There's going to be 1 or two more bits after this, maybe 3 depending on what I do with the epilogue.

~*~

She meets Bucky (or rather, she sees Bucky. He does not see her) not long later, bound to a table in a hidden part of the base. He is very close to becoming one of hers, so close in fact that when she lets her withered right hand rest on his sternum, he does not shiver. But for the moment, she does not call him. She only steadies him. Bucky’s eyes close, calmed by a presence he cannot see. He lets loose a rattling breath.
But Steve-oh, how this bright and beautiful man grips her heart-Steve’s stricken face at the sound moves her, and she lets her grave-cold fingers trail off over Bucky’s face and come to a rest on the edge of the table.
(Then Bucky shivers, because the metal is suddenly as cold as the tundra)
Steve helps his friend with tender grace, and Hel can watch no more. She can hear the casualties beyond the walls, and the hurt of others was always more attractive to her than the ache in her own sunken chest.

~*~

She is not meant to have such things. That is only part of the problem. Men like Steve are for women like Peggy. She sees the way he looks at the stern agent, the blind admiration and virginal desire painted across his face. He draws her in his books, all dark eyes and heavy curls and symmetry. Her evenness, her smooth pale beauty is what stings Hel the most. Steve spends five minutes sketching Peggy’s mouth, and Hel pokes her tongue against a decayed cheek, worries a withered lip, and thinks herself unworthy. (Her, a queen with emeralds braided in her hair, a mistress of the most arcane arts, a daughter of Loki, is never unworthy)
So she tears herself from his side, and strolls through fields once more.

~*~

There are many stories told by the wounded veterans who fought in France. Most of them have to do with their various battles, and no two of them are ever the same.
With the exception of one. They all speak of a maiden, cloaked in green, who bends over the dying soldiers and whispers to them. Sometimes they can recall fragments of what she said, but their old wounds begin to ache so fiercely that they can no longer speak.

Re: FILL: Brighter Burning Stars 2/?

cancerjanus

2012-02-07 03:15 pm (UTC)

Was Hel talking to all those soldiers because she had lost track of Steve when he crashed the plane?

Re: FILL: Brighter Burning Stars 2/?

hiding_places

2012-02-08 02:43 am (UTC)

Ah, not quite. It's mentioned in the next chapter. ;)

Re: FILL: Brighter Burning Stars 2/?

eci_frog

2012-02-07 10:31 pm (UTC)

"He draws her in his books, all dark eyes and heavy curls and symmetry. Her evenness, her smooth pale beauty is what stings Hel the most. Steve spends five minutes sketching Peggy’s mouth, and Hel pokes her tongue against a decayed cheek, worries a withered lip, and thinks herself unworthy. (Her, a queen with emeralds braided in her hair, a mistress of the most arcane arts, a daughter of Loki, is never unworthy)"

God, I loved those lines!

I'm so glad you are filling this. This is so wonderful! It's really great how you've included how the soldiers react to Hel's present. You're story is very beautiful. A wonderful combination of Hel the queen of the dead and a young woman in love. I'll be looking forward to reading more :)

Re: FILL: Brighter Burning Stars 2/?

hiding_places

2012-02-08 02:46 am (UTC)

Thank you so much! I'm so pleased that you're enjoying this. I really wanted to strike that balance, and I hope it continues to deliver.

Re: FILL: Brighter Burning Stars 3/?

hiding_places

2012-02-08 03:29 am (UTC)

Here we are, at the penultimate chapter!

~*~

She is never far from him for long. She is like a plant, turning towards the sun. She will be bent over the corpse of an infantryman, whispering the passwords to the Gate, when she feels him drawing near. She will stand up and cast her vision over a far-off hill in time to see him crest it.
She reveals herself to him, one day in a village. He is sitting in a small churchyard, and for a moment she drops her glamour. For a moment, she is visible to mortal eyes in all her stark, dark and light glory.
Steve startles, turns in her direction. She ducks behind a tree.
“Is someone there?” He asks in halting French. Not because he is afraid- he does not fear as most mortals do- but because he never had a talent for the flowing language. (In these imperfections, these fissures in the gem that Steve is, Hel manages to squirrel away even more affection)
Hel gathers her magic about her and weaves herself a new skin in the blink of an eye, and steps out as a young woman wearing a blue and yellow dress. Her skin is smooth and even, her hair is a glossy blonde in the afternoon sun. The one thing that remains unchanged is her right eye, vacant and glazed over with cataracts.
(Perhaps it is a challenge)
“I apologize, I didn’t see you there. I don’t want to disturb you,” she replies. (The illusion fits snugly and the lie comes easily. She is her father’s daughter, after all.)
He takes a moment to parse her words then smiles a brilliant smile. A blush rises, unbidden, to her face, but she manages to not fidget.
“It’s alright, miss. I wouldn’t mind some company, if that’s alright with you.” He pats the sun-warmed bench next to him, and she sits. He is unfailingly polite, keeping his hands neatly folded in his lap over the sketchbook he was working in.
“You are a soldier?” she asks, and he nods. She turns her head to look at the sketchbook. “And an artist, it seems,” she finishes, a smile on her voice.
(Her voice has not been so warm in centuries, not since she last saw her kin)
“I’ve always loved to draw,” he says, humble. “I’m grateful for every chance I get to indulge myself, especially in these times.”
He turns the conversation away then, and they discuss trifles. Things like the gentle slope of the hills and the wildflowers that carpet the leeward side, their particular tastes in music and art.
“I’ve always enjoyed sculpture,” she says, “because sculpture tells you what is. There are no lies in marble. You can take it in your hands, and know it without eyes.”
She is looking away from him, out across the smattering of headstones, but he is looking at her. He seems put off by her answer. But if he has a rejoinder it never leaves his mouth, trapped there by the approach of Howard.
“Time to go. We’ve gotta move out,” Howard says in English. He looks at Hel (makes an obvious double-take at her dead eye) and tips his hat. “Excuse us miss, but my friend and I must leave,” he says to her. She gives him a wan smile, and shrugs as if to say what can you do? (Hel finds that she enjoys pretending to be this provincial French maiden, and tries to not get too attached to the persona)
Steve stands up, and she does as well. “It was nice talking to you miss…”
She holds out her right hand, soft and small in the light of the glamour. “Hélène.” Steve takes it and presses a gentle kiss to the back. “Miss Hélène.”
“And will you go without telling me your name?” She says. He flushes, obviously embarrassed.
“Steve,” he says. “Captain Steve Rogers.”
“Fare you well, Captain. Thank you for everything.” Steve and Howard walk away, and Hel gets just past the church’s gate before she pulls the glamour off and fades from mortal sight.
Once safely hidden, she clasps her hands to her chest and sighs.

Re: FILL: Brighter Burning Stars 3/?

cancerjanus

2012-02-08 03:35 am (UTC)

It's great that Hel was finally able to interact with Steve, her crush on him is adorable.

Re: FILL: Brighter Burning Stars 3/?

korilian

2012-02-08 04:03 pm (UTC)

This is adorable! I find it especially sweet that she's been protecting him, when it would arguably be in her best interest if he died sooner (I guess the girl's got time though :).

Re: FILL: Brighter Burning Stars 3/?

hiding_places

2012-02-09 04:09 am (UTC)

Thank you! And yes, Hel certainly has a soft spot for our dear Captain (or rather, her Captain).

Re: FILL: Brighter Burning Stars 4/5

hiding_places

2012-02-09 04:13 am (UTC)

Here's the penultimate chapter! I hope you like it. :)

~*~

But that hour in the churchyard, that stolen moment with him was just that-stolen. It was something she should not have allowed herself, and now she is paying for it. Watching Steve and Peggy dance about each other twists in her heart like a screw. She cannot bear to see him turn that bright, nourishing light to one who cannot even see it. But still she watches, still sees him through each battle. (The children of Loki are born to suffer, she thinks) But eventually it becomes too much. She has been allowing him to rule her life, and she will allow it no more. She has become weak, and needy by basking in Steve’s light (a voice in her ear says “love is not weak, love makes you strong”, but she rejects it. A liar can always hear a falsehood.). So she wrenches his hooks from her heart, and bleeding returns to her dark, damp castle.

~*~

Sleetcold is tranquil with its Queen back upon Her throne, and Helheim seems to settle, as though the realm missed her. (It is a strange thing to be missed)
Baldr kneels and kisses the hem of her dress when she returns, and she is strangely glad to see him. (If he notices how much she aches, how she bleeds, he says nothing.)
Hel turns her eyes away from Midgard and its battles and its soldiers.
(Bucky passes through her gates, and she takes dinner with him. She is content to let him speak, when he will. Mostly he speaks of his childhood, and his friendship with Steve. From time to time he seems to flicker, his image shudders as though something is very wrong. She loosens her grip on him the following evening, and loses track of his spirit in her realm. She does not search for him, knows it would be futile. She spends the time instead sewing up the cracks in her heart, but finds she lacks the thread.)

~*~

It always occurs to her that he could belong to her. If she wanted, she could pluck him from the land of life like an apple from a low-hanging branch.
She imagines walking through the many forests in Helheim with him, telling the secret stories that only the Monarchs know.
She imagines entire existences with Steve.


~*~

She greets the morning (or the grey gloaming that counts for morning in Helheim) while bathing in one of the many vast lakes that dot the land. The water is black as ice and does not reflect the dreary sky.
So to see the pale hand of one of the Norns reaching toward her comes as a small surprise. Within its withered grasp is clasped a thread, which is currently being proffered to the Queen.
Hel takes it, and the hand slips away, with the vague whisper that accompanies everything the Norns do. She stands in the thigh-deep water, and runs her fingers over the gold thread. It sings her a song she has not heard for some time. A memory of melody and warmth, and she smiles like the moon as it flits between clouds.
She clasps the thread to her bare breast and knows what she must do.

Re: Re[Artfill]: Hel in love

eci_frog

2012-04-25 09:02 am (UTC)

I present to you, Thor's Hammer *holds forth the legendary hammer*

That is an amazing drawing! Absolutely gorgeous! I keep going back to Hel's hand gripping Nanna's shoulder, I think it says a lot. I love that Hel seems a little bit unsure, but is still wanting it. And I absolutely adore the look on Nanna's face. You have done an amazing job with this! It's good to see Hel also getting some love :)

Thank you so much for filling this. And femslash as well!

Re: Re[Artfill]: Hel in love

heyy13

2012-11-30 05:45 am (UTC)

Both of these fills are amazing. Hel's an awsome character. You get the comment because you need more and I'm so happy for there to be more femslash on the meme. :D

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