frosty days

mcsmc day 2: Assembly Required

“Thanks for coming back, Lukas. I mean that.”

I’m behind a day or two oh well. This episode is PACKED with so many great things like characters being introduced and new places being explored but I just love the goofy moment thinking that you and Reuben just died cause you missed a jump and then Lukas coming down right after you into the ender pit

Someday Your Child May Cry

Previously: Question | Preparations | Irrational | Confession | Collateral | Thoughtless

7. Interrupted

They haven’t talked about it, haven’t addressed it at all. Mulder knows that they should, that he should apologize for his complete insensitivity, his unforgivable callousness at promising to be there for her, and then forgetting. But to bring it up could invite further discussion on things like his potential involvement, should the pregnancy take… not to mention questions about his past involvement with Diana. Neither of these are things he feels equal to talking about just yet, and so he lets it go. And after several days’ frosty reception at their new home in the bullpen, Scully seems to let it go, as well.

But when he’s locked in a vending machine room in Dallas, staring at enough explosives to vaporize him in half a second, it’s all that he can think about- not just that he’s failed her, already, but that she could be pregnant right at this moment with his child, and unless someone arrives to cut him out of this room within the next few minutes, he will not be around to see it.

It’s only when faced with her loss, with her imminent departure for Utah, of all places, that he manages to make some halting, stumbling attempt at making his position a little more clear to her. When she tries to tell him that he doesn’t need her, that he never has, when she turns and leaves him standing broken in his apartment, that he realizes for the first time: she has no idea. What he feels for her, how he relies on her, what she means to him… she knows nothing about any of it. And how could she? He’s never really even tried to tell her.

He races out of his apartment with only one clear thought in his head: he has to tell her. Now. Before it’s too late.

But of course, he never gets that far. There are very few certainties in Mulder’s life, but among them is this: whether it’s ex-girlfriends, bombs, or bees, something will always interrupt them whenever they come close to anything approaching real honesty about what they mean to one another.


She runs over the sequence of events in her mind as she lies curled over him on the ice, repeating each step in the process over and over again, trying to stave off unconsciousness. It’s the same thing she does on stakeouts, on long drives, whenever she’s trying to stay awake- she repeats autopsy procedures, every muscle in the human body from head to toe, the proper way to disassemble and clean her firearm.

So now, lost in a vast expanse of snow and ice, at the edge of a crater whose bottom she cannot see, she recites the symptoms and stages of a healthy pregnancy, everything she can expect to experience, should it come to pass that the embryo transferred into her weeks ago has made itself at home.

Somewhere between “quickening” and “round ligament pain,” there’s a shimmer at the very edge of her vision, something she first dismisses as a hallucination, too good to be real… at least for someone whose luck seems to be as awful as hers.

But it’s not a hallucination; it’s a Sno-Cat, driven by coming to investigate the sudden seismic disturbance registered on the monitors at McMurdo Station. The last thing that Scully registers, as she finally succumbs to unconsciousness, is a pair of wide, shocked eyes, shielded behind the tinted plastic of their owner’s ski goggles.

She still feels frozen when she comes to, in spite of the warmth of the sterile, white room in which she’s lying- and in spite of the warmth of Mulder, lying on her cot next to her. He’s fast asleep, his arm locked stubbornly around her waist, the set of his face, even in unconsciousness, suggesting that someone in charge has already attempted- unsuccessfully- to remove him from her side.

She stirs, and in his sleep, Mulder tightens his hold on her. And even with the pervasive sense of cold still permeating her limbs, Scully begins to feel warmer.


She’s been telling herself, ever since waking up in the infirmary at McMurdo Station, that it’s not going to happen this time, that she can’t expect the IVF to be successful when her body has been through so much in such a short time. After the stress of losing their office and their work, the impact she’d been through when the bomb in Dallas had sent their car flying into the curb, the introduction of an unknown pathogen into her system, and her near-death by freezing in Antarctica, her body is hardly the most hospitable place just now for a developing child.

(The same could be said, really, of her entire life, but that’s not a thought on which she wishes to dwell, just now.)

But in spite of all her mental preparations, it still takes her by surprise, while she and Mulder are waiting for their flight out of Sydney, when her period starts.

Mulder reads her expression the moment she leaves the restroom, and his face falls. He opens his arms, and she doesn’t hesitate to walk into them.

“We’ll try again, Scully,” he promises, whispering in her ear as he rubs her shoulders consolingly. “We’re gonna get this right eventually.”

She wonders, as she leans against his chest and fights back tears, whether he’s only referring to the IVF.


Hnossa, the child of Freya and the lost Odur, was the youngest of all the Dwellers in Asgard. And because it had been prophesied that the child would bring her father and her mother together, little Hnossa was often taken without the City of the Gods to stand by Bifröst, the Rainbow Bridge, so that she might greet Odur if his steps turned toward Asgard. 

In all the palaces of the City of the Gods little Hnossa was made welcome: in Fensalir, the Halls of Mists, where Frigga, the wife of Odin All-Father, sat spinning with golden threads; in Breidablik, where Baldur, the Well Beloved, lived with his fair wife, the young Nanna; in Bilskirnir, the Winding House, where Thor and Sif lived; and in Odin’s own palace Valaskjalf, that was all roofed over with silver shields.

The greatest of all the palaces was Gladsheim, that was built by the golden-leaved wood, Glasir. Here the banquets of the Gods were held. Often little Hnossa looked within and saw Odin All-Father seated at the banquet table, with a mantle of blue over him and a shining helmet shaped like an eagle upon his head. Odin would sit there, not eating at all, but drinking the wine of the Gods, and taking the food off the table and giving it to Geri and Freki, the two wolves that crouched beside his seat.

She loved to go outside the great gate and stay beside Heimdall, the Warder of the Rainbow Bridge. There, when there was no one crossing that she might watch, she would sit beside Heimdall and listen to the wonders that he spoke of.

Heimdall held in his hands the horn that was called the Gialarhorn. He would sound it to let the Dwellers in Asgard know that one was crossing the Rainbow Bridge. And Heimdall told little Hnossa how he had trained himself to hear the grasses grow, and how he could see all around him for a hundred miles. He could see in the night as well as the day. He never slept. He had nine mothers, he told Hnossa, and he fed on the strength of the earth and the cold sea.

As she sat beside him day after day, Heimdall would tell little Hnossa how all things began. He had lived from the beginning of time and he knew all things. “Before Asgard was built,” he said, “and before Odin lived, earth and sea and sky were all mixed together: what was then was the Chasm of Chasms. In the North there was Niflheim, the Place of Deadly Cold. In the South there Was Muspelheim, the Land of Fire. In Niflheim there was a cauldron called Hveigilmer that poured out twelve rivers that flowed into the Chasm of Chasms.  

"Ginnungagap, the Chasm of Chasms, filled up with ice, for the waters of the rivers froze as they poured into it. From Muspelheim came clouds of fire that turned the ice into thick mists. The mists fell down again in drops of dew, and from these drops were formed Ymir, the Ancient Giant. 

"Ymir, the Ancient Giant, travelled along by the twelve rivers until he came to where another living form was standing in the mists. This was a Giant Cow. Audhumla was the name of that cow. Ymir lay down beside her and drank her milk, and on the milk she gave him he lived. Other beings were formed out of the dew that fell to the ground. They were the Daughters of the Frost, and Ymir, the Ancient Giant, married one, and their children were the Giants.

"One day Ymir saw Audhumla breathe upon a cliff of ice and lick with her tongue the place she breathed on. As her tongue went over and over the place he saw that a figure was being formed. It was not like a Giant’s form; it was more shapely and more beautiful. A head appeared in the cliff and golden hair fell over the ice. As Ymir looked upon the being that was being formed he hated him for his beauty.

"Audhumla, the Giant Cow, went on licking the place where she had breathed. At last a man completely formed stepped from the cliff. Ymir, the Ancient Giant, hated him so much that he would have slain him then and there. But he knew that if he did this, Audhumla would feed him no more with her milk.

"Bur was the name of the man who was formed in the ice cliff, Bur, the first of the heroes. He, too, lived on the milk of Audhumla. He married a daughter of the Ancient Giant and he had a son. But Ymir and Ymir’s sons hated Bur, and the time came at last when they were able to kill him.

"And now there was war between Ymir and Ymir’s sons and the son and son’s sons of Bur. Odin was the son of Bur’s son. Odin brought all his brothers together, and they were able to destroy Ymir and all his brood–all except one. So huge was Ymir that when he was slain his blood poured out in such a mighty flood that his sons were all drowned in it, all except Bergelmir, who was in a boat with his wife when the flood came, and who floated away on the flood to the place that we now call Jötunheim, the Realm of the Giants.

"Now Odin and his sons took the body of Ymir–the vastest body that ever was–and they flung it into the Chasm of Chasms, filling up all the hollow places with it. They dug the bones out of the body and they piled them up as the mountains. They took the teeth out and they made them into the rocks. They took the hair of Ymir and they made it into the forests of trees. They took his  eyebrows and formed them Into the place where Men now dwell, Midgard. And out of Ymir’s hollow skull they made the sky.

‘’And Odin and his sons and brothers did more than this. They took the sparks and the clouds of flame that blew from Muspelheim, and they made them into the sun and the moon and all the stars that are in the sky. Odin found a dusky Giantess named Night whose son was called Day, and he gave both of them horses to drive across the sky. Night drove a horse that is named Hrimfaxe, Frosty Mane, and Day drove a horse that is named Skinfaxe, Shining Mane. From Hrimfaxe’s bit fall the drops that make the dew upon the earth.

‘’Then Odin and his sons made a race of men and women and gave them Midgard to live in. Ugly Dwarfs had grown up and had spread themselves over the earth. Odin made them to go live in the hollow places beneath the earth. The Elves he let stay on the earth, but he gave them the tasks of tending the streams and the grasses and the flowers. And with the Vanir he made peace after a war had been waged, taking Niörd from them for a hostage.

‘’Bergelmir, the Giant who escaped drowning in Ymir’s blood, had sons and daughters in Jötunheim. They hated Odin and his sons and strove against them. When Odin lit up the world with the sun and the moon they were very wroth, and they found two of the fiercest of the mighty wolves of Jötunheim and set them to follow them. And still the sun and the moon, Sol and Mani, are followed by the wolves of Jötunheim.

Such wonders did Heimdall with the Golden Teeth tell Hnossa, the youngest of the Dwellers in Asgard. Often the child stayed with him by the Rainbow Bridge, and saw the Gods pass to and from Midgard: Thor, with his crown of stars, with the great hammer Miölnir in his hands, with the gloves of iron that he used when he grasped Miölnir; Thor in his chariot drawn by two goats and wearing the belt that doubled his strength; Frigga, with her dress of falcon feathers, flying swiftly as a bird; Odin, the All-Father himself, riding upon Sleipner, his eight-legged steed, clad all in golden armour, with his golden helmet, shaped like an eagle, upon his head, and with his spear Gungnir in his hand.

Heimdall kept his horn in the branch of a great tree. This tree was called Ygdrassil, he told little Hnossa, and it was a wonder to Gods and Men. "No one knows of a tune when Ygdrassil was not growing, and all are afraid to speak of the time when it will be destroyed.

Ygdrassil has three roots. One goes deep under Midgard, another goes deep under Jötunheim, and the third grows above Asgard. Over Odin’s hall a branch of Ygdrassil grows, and it is called the Peace Bough.

You see Ygdrassil, little Hnossa, but you do not know all the wonders of it. Far up in its branches four stags graze; they shake from their horns the water that falls as rain upon the earth. On the topmost branch of Ygdrassil, the branch that is so high that the Gods themselves can hardly see it, there is an eagle that knows all things. Upon the beak of this eagle a hawk is perched, a hawk that sees what the eyes of the eagle may not see.

"The root of Ygdrassil that is in Midgard goes deep down to the place of the dead. Here there is an evil dragon named Nidhögg that gnaws constantly at the root, striving to destroy Ygdrassil, the Tree of trees. And Ratatösk, the Squirrel of Mischief–behold him now!–runs up and down Ygdrassil, making trouble between the eagle above and the dragon below. He goes to tell the dragon how the eagle is bent upon tearing him to pieces and he goes back to tell the eagle how the dragon plans to devour him. The stories that he brings to Nidhögg make that evil dragon more fierce to destroy Ygdrassil, the Tree of trees, so that he may come upon the eagle and devour him.

There are two wells by the roots of Ygdrassil, and one is above and one is below. One is beside the root that grows in Jötunheim. This is a Well of Knowledge, and it is guarded by old Mimir the Wise. Whoever drinks out of this well knows of all the things that will come to be. The other well is by the root that grows above Asgard. No one may drink out of this well. The three sisters that are the holy Norns guard it, and they take the white water from it to water Ygdrassil, that the Tree of Life may keep green and strong. This well, little Hnossa, is called Urda’s Well.”

And little Hnossa heard that by Urda’s Well there were two beautiful white swans. They made music that the Dwellers in Asgard often heard. But Hnossa was too young to hear the music that was made by the swans of Urda’s Well.

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Getting A Pet (Loki/Reader)

The understanding was, that when you and Loki started dating, you wouldn’t do anything to upset one another. And, well, you weren’t quite sure how Loki was going to react to this.

The kitten meowed from where you had it tucked under your coat to keep it warm.

Surely Loki couldn’t turn down the little white ball of floof you had found, laying abandoned in a box in the street.

Apparently he could.

“No, Y/n.” Loki said, glaring at it, as if it had the plague.

“Why not.” You whined, holding the kitten in front of him. “She’s so sweet look at her.” You cooed, rubbing the kitten’s belly.

“I believe that is a he, if I remember my anatomy classes well.” Loki said, with a dull expression.

You frowned and checked under the kitten’s tail. “Oh, so it is. Guess I have to changed your name then, huh?”

“Dear Gods, you named it.” Loki groaned.

“I think we should call him Frosty.” You said, putting the kitten on the floor.

He walked around wobbly then looked up at you with clear blue eyes and let out the most adorable meow you’d ever heard.

“Loki, we can’t send Frosty away!” You wailed, scooping up the kitten.

Loki let out a deep put-upon sigh. “Fine. We shall keep it until we find it a home.”

You let out a squeal and threw your arms around his neck and kissed him, careful not to squish Frosty.

The next day, armed with Tony Stark’s credit card (He lost a bet), you bought Frosty whatever a kitten would ever want, toys, food, a bed, food bowls, a litter box, the fancy litter, and the cutest green coller with a tiny bell.

The thing is, Frosty used everything but the cat bed, he always meowed until you picked him up and put him in bed with you and Loki, something the latter protested against, but you swore Frosty would stay on your side. He never did, he always ended up on Loki’s side, snuggling with the God.

Loki pretended he hated the cat, threatened it when he rubbed against his leg, stole scraps of food, or hogged the spot next to you, but you knew he must like Frosty to some extent, he never did try to find him a home.

You definetly knew Frosty had grown on him when you walked into the livingroom and saw Loki, on the couch, a book in one hand, and the other gently stroking Frosty who sat comfortably on his lap.

Loki looked startled, as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but he huffed at you and pretended to be interested in his book.

“So, I take it we wont be looking for a home for him, hm?” You said, grinning as you slide up next to him on the couch, cuddling into his side, and giving the cat a good scratch on the head.

“I wasn’t aware we were looking for one in the first place.” Loki said, notcholantly, wrapping his spare arm around you.

You hummed quietly and kissed his cheek.

“We should totally get a dog next.”

“Absolutely not.”


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