from the land of the ice and snow
oh how we've calmed the tides of war
Bergelmir. Farbauti. King of Jötunheimr.

But make no mistake -- he does not while away the hours upon his throne of ice. He is a warrior, a protector -- a predator. He has fought tooth and claw to bring his race back from the brink, and if they fall, surely will he. And he is nothing, if not vain.
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"I need a drink."
ASKED BY xbrokencrownxhollowhowlx

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                                                        [P]earlescent incisors make themselves known, a thin
                                          sliver of gleaming white amid streaks of dirt and long -
                                          coagulated blood, scars that twist and pull tight at the action
                                          and eyes that gleam perhaps too mirthful. “Beer — the cause
                                          and solution, to all of life’s problems —- ” he tongue pokes out
                                          gently, prodding the corner of his mouth. “I think a drink can be
                                          arranged.”

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"I can’t do this anymore."
ASKED BY somedaysyourthegoddamndeer

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                                                [F]arbauti frowns, thin slivers of knife - blade irises hyper
                                         focus on the individual before him. “Can’t do what anymore,
                                         boy?” words are carefully weighed as they slip from his tongue
                                         a righteous sort of fire that ignites in his belly, burning up his
                                         rib - cage and reducing marrow to naught but ash. his lips twist,
                                         a scowl engraving itself in the hollows of his cheeks and his
                                         brows inch upwards as he awaits an answer, grinding his teeth.

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Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song
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Immigrant Song // Led Zeppelin

Sentence Meme sentences

rpmememaker:

  • "Are you crazy?”
  • "Are you even listening to me?"
  • "Are you even listening to yourself?"
  • "Are you sure they won’t find out?”
  • "Are you sure this is legal?”
  • "Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
  • "Are you threatening me?"
  • "Be mine."
  • "Do I know you?"
  • "Do you love me?"
  • "Do you remember this?"
  • "Do you trust me?"
  • "Don’t go."
  • "Don’t let me die"
  • "Don’t look at me like that."
  • "Don’t make me beg.”
  • "Don’t you dare come near me!"
  • "Don’t you dare."
  • "Explain yourself."
  • "For you, I would _____"
  • "Give it back."
  • "Give me another chance."
  • "Have you ever even done this before?"
  • "How drunk are you right now?"
  • "I already regret this."
  • "I am not wearing that.”
  • "I can’t believe you missed that."
  • "I can’t do this anymore."
  • "I can’t even look at you."
  • "I could kill you!"
  • "I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."
  • "I didn’t do it.""
  • "I didn’t know you could do that."
  • "I don’t want to look at you right now.”
  • "I guess this is goodbye.”
  • "I hate you."
  • "I have to go."
  • "I just want to cuddle."
  • "I know your secret.”
  • "I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”
  • "I love you."
  • "I miss you so very much."
  • "I missed you."
  • "I need a drink."
  • "I need a hug."
  • "I never really loved you."
  • "I owe you."
  • "I think I broke it."
  • "I think I’m falling in love with you. "
  • "I think I’m forgetting something."
  • "I think it’s broken.”
  • "I trust you."
  • "I want to be yours."
  • "I want to try this thing I read in a book.”
  • "I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."
  • "I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”
  • "I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”
  • "I’m bad for you.”
  • "I’m dying."
  • "I’m going to be sick."
  • "I’m not speaking to you anymore."
  • "I’m pregnant and it’s yours."
  • "I’ve never heard that one before."
  • "If you stay quiet, no one will know.”
  • "Is that my shirt?"
  • "It was me"
  • "It’s so beautiful.”
  • "It’s time to choose.”
  • "Just five more minutes."
  • "Just go."
  • "Just leave me alone."
  • "Just let me die."
  • "Just relax."
  • "Just what did we do last night?"
  • "Kiss me you idiot."
  • "Kiss me."
  • "Make me."
  • "Marry me?"
  • "My Parents don’t know"
  • "My parents know.""
  • "Never again."
  • "Nh, don’t be so rough!"
  • "No, that can’t be my baby."
  • "No! You can’t die on me now!"
  • "Put it away.”
  • "Put your trousers on!"
  • "Put. The. Weapon. Down."
  • "Shut up and listen."
  • "Take responsibility."
  • "That isn’t mine."
  • "That looked easier on TV."
  • "That sounds painful."
  • "That was a bad plan."
  • "That’s mine!”
  • "That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."
  • "They’re coming.”
  • "This seems familiar."
  • "This stays between us."
  • "Truth hurts, don’t it?"
  • "Want to hear a secret?"
  • "We need to talk."
  • "We’re moving too fast.”
  • "Well that was unexpected."
  • "What are we doing here?"
  • "What are you afraid of?"
  • "What are you touching?"
  • "What are you?"
  • "What do you need?"
  • "What happened to you?"
  • "What have I done this time?"
  • "What if someone catches us?”
  • "What sort of noise was that?”
  • "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
  • "What were you thinking?"
  • "Where are my clothes?"
  • "Where did you find this?"
  • "Where do you even find this sort of thing?”
  • "Where were you?"
  • "Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”
  • "Why are you wearing that?"
  • "Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."
  • "You could have died!”
  • "You could have killed someone!"
  • "You coward."
  • "You don’t need to be so gentle.”
  • "You drive me crazy!"
  • "You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”
  • "You lied to me!"
  • "You mean everything to me."
  • "You owe me."
  • "You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"
  • "You’re all out of ____."
  • "You’re an idiot.”
  • "You’re bad for me.”
  • "You’re dead to me."
  • "You’re pregnant and It’s mine"
  • "You’re really good at this…”
  • "You’re so weird."
  • "You’re under arrest."
"Why are we in a graveyard?"
ASKED BY rebuild-your-ruins

somedaysyourthegoddamndeer:

somedaysyourthegoddamndeer:

Turning to look at Farbauti, his father no less, what a grand bonding moment this was, Jax gave a small shrug of his shoulders, a rather bland smile tugging at the corner of his lips,”We need a body.”He answered, yes, that was quite the grand explanation there, wasn’t it,”Unless you have a better way to get one?”No, don’t ask that question, because of course he did,”One that doesn’t have the lawmen looking at us funny.”There, that was much better clarification,”Trust me, there’s a good reason for this…unless father dearest is feeling slightly squeamish at such an idea.”

He is more than aware of what his father is capable of doing, and that, if needed, there would be a much fresher body to help them with their current issue. He wasn’t however, willing to pull too much attention their way, not right this moment,”That they do.”He agreed, a much broader smirk tugging at his lips, pulling them back as he moved through the graveyard, past stones rarely visited. One thing Jax didn’t want, should he die, to be buried. Burn him instead,”There’s potential that you could be.”He challenged, humor in his tone as he spoke.

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                                                [H]e smiles in earnest at the child before him — a wide,
                                       splitting thing, mirthful to the bone. ”Would it put you at ease to
                                       think there is something that could churn my stomach as such,
                                       boy?” he laughs a bit, a rasping thing like cracking ice, glacial
                                       irises scanning the field as they traveled through.in truth, not
                                       much could — he’d never been raised to fear the gruesome or
                                       detest the unfathomable. destroyer of man and beast; warrior et
                                       al, there is little, if anything, that Farbauti would not face. long
                                       dead bones do not shake him — though they are quite peculiar,
                                       a rest that unsettles his ancient body. he would not mention this
                                       to the boy. “And who is to be our lucky dame?” he inquires, pulling
                                       his mind from shaded thoughts and focusing on the task at hand.

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"Why are we in a graveyard?"
ASKED BY rebuild-your-ruins

somedaysyourthegoddamndeer:

Turning to look at Farbauti, his father no less, what a grand bonding moment this was, Jax gave a small shrug of his shoulders, a rather bland smile tugging at the corner of his lips,”We need a body.”He answered, yes, that was quite the grand explanation there, wasn’t it,”Unless you have a better way to get one?”No, don’t ask that question, because of course he did,”One that doesn’t have the lawmen looking at us funny.”There, that was much better clarification,”Trust me, there’s a good reason for this…unless father dearest is feeling slightly squeamish at such an idea.”

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                                                [F]arbauti smiles, wide and stretching. Eyes glint at the
                                        question and he lets out a low chuckle — yes, yes he does
                                        have a better way to get one. a fresher one at that, but —- his
                                        smile stretches wider, and he tilts his head in acquiescence.
                                        “Lawmen just have peculiar faces that way,” he sighs, over-
                                        bright blue irises searching the rows of stone at his feet. he is
                                        careful as he walks, avoiding stepping on the tops of graves.
                                        eyes flick to the younger, dangerous amusement glittering at
                                        the edges, “You think me squeamish?” he teases the word on
                                        the tip of his tongue, curling a brow. truth be told, he’d simply
                                        never gotten used to the idea of graveyards, as they are.
                                        stuffing a dead body in the ground with hundreds of others
                                        never seemed quite like respect.

"What are you doing?"
ASKED BY rebuild-your-ruins

xbrokencrownxhollowhowlx:

xbrokencrownxhollowhowlx:

Jumping, Elana scrunched her nose up and turned to look at the other, this not human, that was what he was going to be called anyway until she figured out what exactly he was. She arched an eyebrow, and gave a small tilt of her head,”Things.”She answered, yes, very mature answer indeed,”What are you doing?”

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A slight tilt of her head the other way, Elana wondered idly to herself just how serious this threat was. Probably pretty serious since he was a not human. Running her tongue along her teeth, she narrowed her eyes a bit,”Things that don’t require assistance.”There that was more specific.”Things that aren’t going to cause much trouble either…sort of.”Also more specific. She grinned, and took a step back, just for safe keeping,”Also things that aren’t so bad you need to chop anything off.”

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                                                [S]he tilts her head in a canine gesture, an innocent one, to
                                         boot, and he bares his teeth just slightly, a sliver of white
                                         between pink flesh. “Then you should take your trivialities
                                         elsewhere. My land is not a playground for you, stranger, but it
                                         can certainly be a burial ground.” 

"What are you doing?"
ASKED BY rebuild-your-ruins

xbrokencrownxhollowhowlx:

Jumping, Elana scrunched her nose up and turned to look at the other, this not human, that was what he was going to be called anyway until she figured out what exactly he was. She arched an eyebrow, and gave a small tilt of her head,”Things.”She answered, yes, very mature answer indeed,”What are you doing?”

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                                                [F]arbauti frowns, brows drawing together as bright eyes
                                         drifted to her movements. she is a stranger here, a creature
                                         that raises his hackles by purely being so.”Things,” he
                                         echoes — words dull as the fall from his lips, “how descriptive
                                         of you.” The jotun flicks his eyes back to her, running a
                                         tongue along his incisors. “I suggest —” says he, and he sets
                                         his jaw, fingers flexing at his sides, “you be more specific,
                                         lest you loose your means  to do things.

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nefariousfantasy:

From Vikings to Motorcycle Clubs | Jax Teller and Ragnar Lothbrok are related. I am so sure of it.