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Am I the only one annoyed about how some LoZ fans treat Zant?

I’ve seen alot of people call him disappointing and too crazy/insane.

But seriously,

have you guys 

even been paying attention

to what he did.

These scenes pretty much showed Zant’s TRUE personality: an arrogant, calm, collected,sinister, cunning tactician.

Oh, and does anyone remember what the Light Spirit said to Link at Lanayru spring about the Fused Shadows?

‘’Those who do not know the danger of wielding power will, before long, be ruled by it.’’

Let’s not forget that he said that quote along with a creepy vision that was enough to bring the holder of the Triforce of COURAGE to his knees.

So after Lakebed Temple, Zant stole the Fused Shadows from Midna.Then, once you find him at Twilight Palace, he acts like a huge psychopath.

Think about this for a second. 

Everything from the beginning all the way up to before the Stallord fight was Zant’s real character. But he didn’t know how to properly control the Fused Shadows and was corrupted into a lunatic as punishment.

To sum things up: Zant was not always a crazed and pouty manchild, guys.

Layers of meaning! These rocks show the deep and shallow waters of an ancient Martian lake could’ve supported different kinds of microbes. This evenly layered rock imaged in 2014 by my Mastcam shows a pattern typical of a lake-floor sedimentary deposit near where flowing water entered a lake. Shallow and deep parts of an ancient Martian lake left different clues in mudstone formed from lakebed deposits. Credit: @nasa/NASAJPL-Caltech/MSSS

anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your writing! Even the fics in fandoms or about pairings that I'm not usually into! It just makes me want to go and write and try to reach your standard :) I was wondering, would you ever do maybe an FMA/HP crossover ? Or FMA/YOI crossover ?? Or a crossover in general? They're pretty hard to do I think. But you'd ace it, because I'm sure if you did, it would be the best darn crossover and I'd love you

thank you that’s so sweet to say!!!!

okay so here’s the thing: i don’t LOVE crossovers usually, it takes a certain something to get me invested, and i one hundred percent don’t have a full fic in me. but –

edward elric, the cleverest wizard of his age. edward elric, who is just as extraordinary in this as he is everything else. he’s a hufflepuff, of course he is, you’d think he’d be a ravenclaw except literally the only thing more important to him than knowledge is loyalty and fairness  and what’s right. so.

he’s quiet and even surrounded by people he seems alone and there’s more than one slytherin vying for his attention, desperate to claim some of that shining talent for their own. but he rebukes them all, has no patience for stupidity or being used or political games. he’s the son of a muggle and a long absent wizard, and his brother – his brother is a squib.

edward hates hogwarts, hates the time he’s forced to spend away from his family. he has a single friend, winry, a fast talking ravenclaw, and she’s the only one who can pull genuine smiles from him.

his house doesn’t dislike him, but they know he likes to be left alone and they respect that. he gets them more points with perfect spells and perfect essays than any other student, so they like him and he’s never mean or rude, just quiet, so they all have a general sense of goodwill towards him but aren’t really friends. except alex armstrong who bursts into tears whenever he seems him, because armstrong is the hufflepuff quidditch captain and ed refuses to be the team’s seeker, or anything at all, even though anyone who’s seen him on a broom knows he’s just as capable and talented at it as anything else.

and lets talk about ed’s talent. ed who midway through first year got bored and started doing spells wordlessly. then wandlessly. who spends every waking moment in the library studying who the hell knows what because it’s certainly not classwork. he does all his spells without a wand or word now, no one has seen him even touch a wand since his second year. and it’s fear and awe that mark him too, because even dumbledore keeps track of his wand, uses it if he doesn’t have to, but ed doesn’t bother. he got straight Os in all his owls and he never pays attention in class but can answer any question or perform any spell asked of him so it’s not like the teachers can do anything with that.

then there’s slytherin seventh year roy okay, and his merry band of people – slytherin maes, gryffindor riza, gryffindor havoc, falman and fuery in raveclaw, breda in hufflepuff. and he’s fascinated by ed, they all are, who wouldn’t be? roy’s the quidditch captain for the slytherin team and hast to listen to armstrong cry at least once a week about ed’s wasted potential.

then the triwizard tournament happens. whole schools are submitted, and the best is chosen from each. everyone expects it to be roy – handsome, popular, powerful, with a special studies in fire spells.

roy knows better. he doesn’t say anything but he’s not surprised at all when edward elric’s name pops out of the goblet. the hufflepuffs are going crazy, and roy makes sure to cheer just as loudly with them.

the other two champions are rose, a quiet girl with a friendly smile, and ling, a not-quiet boy who already spends all his free time attempting to irritate ed into being friends with him, and this isn’t going to help at all.

so the first task happens. the dragons. ling uses a freezing spell to slow the beast down and gets a broken arm and a gash down his side for his trouble, but gets the egg. rose conjured a flock of birds to distract it and went for an egg, but the dragon used a puff of fire to kill the birds and burn half of rose’s body in a singe breath. but she gets the egg.

then it’s ed’s turn. he stands there, staring. does nothing. he takes a step forward. waits. takes another. waits. takes another, and the dragon rears up against him, so he takes a step back. she quiets back down, and he waits, and takes another step forward. that’s what he does. for hours. people have literally fallen asleep in their seats by the time ed has worked his way to the dragon’s nest, being watched carefully but not attacked, being trusted, and picks up the golden egg. the dragon’s nostrils flare and ed holds it up for her inspection, and she realize it’s not her egg at all, and settles back down, and ed backs up and away.

and that’s how ed gets the dragon egg with not a single bit of a magic and without a scratch on him.

roy wonders why ed is even bothering to compete, because he doesn’t seem that invested in it. the other champions are seen studying and practicing, are found with their professors colluding and working. ed continues on as if nothing has happened.

then the second task takes place. ed shows up late but he shows up furious, and roy wonders who it was that they took, because he can see winry sitting anxiously in the stands below him. ed reaches into his sleeve and takes out his wand and roy goes rigid in his seat and maes lets out a curse besides him. ed hasn’t used his wand in four years, hasn’t needed to, and if he’s using it now –

he says a spell they can’t hear and makes large encompassing swish – and then the entire great lake is lifted into the air.

the lakebed is dry and edward suspends the massive ball of water and merpeople and giant squid likes it’s nothing, is holding aloft something bigger than the hogwarts castle, and ed uses his other hand to point and direct, is doing two spells simultaneously, and roy didn’t even know that was possible. a hole opens up in the lake and a mer-person drops out, screaming. then another. then another. the screams are so high and so awful that roy is certain he’s going to have nightmares about it.

“give him back,” he says, voice clear and rippling with banked fury. “give him back

and a merperson swims to the edge, holding out a sleeping boy that looks remarkable like edward. ed lets the lake drop back to earth with a thunderous wave that soaks the judges. the boy comes gasping awake, still suspended in the air, and ed levitates him gently to the ground. the other champions are still in the lake.  the boy clings to ed, wet and shivering, and ed presses a kiss to his forehead and glares at the judges table. they give him a perfect score, shaken by what they’d seen as much as the students, and they march away.

later, roy and company worm their way into a conversation in the library, where ed sits with his brother going through a book in a language roy doesn’t recognize. “so,” he says awkwardly, now with two sets of scarily intelligent eyes fastened on him, “that was an impressive spell.”

ed snorts and rolls his eyes. “spells,” he scoffs, “great big waste of time if you ask me. wave a stick and say some words and you too can do the same damn spell as thousands before you. pathetic.”

“oh,” maes says, taken aback and wide eyed, “that’s uh,” he looks to alphonse, grimaces, and goes, “okay.”

“he’s not saying that because I’m a squib,” al says, “he’s just a nerd who like things that can be quantified and explained. magic isn’t really his thing.”

roy stares. the most powerful wizard he’s ever seen, and magic isn’t his thing.

“fuck flamel,” he snarls, “if he didn’t insist i get my newts before taking me on as an apprentice – he didn’t make you wait to begin learning!”

“but i cant do magic,” al says reasonably, “besides, i’m learning from his daughter now. we’ll learn from him together when you graduate.”

ed wrinkles his nose, “better hogwarts than izumi. i guess.”

“nicholas flamel?” falman breaks in, “you want to learn alchemy?”

“we want to master alchemy,” ed corrects, “the basics are easy enough, but flamel made a philospher’s stone. do you have any idea the level of mastery that takes?”

“we don’t really want to live forever,” al frowns, “but it is the ultimate test. we won’t rest until we make one.”

they all stare. “alphonse,” havoc says hesitantly, “are you – can you –“

he blinks, “of course. i may not be able to do it without circles like brother and flamel, but i’m not inept. that’s why i’m learning from izumi – she’s a squib and has to use circles too.”

“circles,” maes repeats, completely lost, “what?”

al sighs and takes out a piece of chalk, “like this,” and sketches out an array on the table. he grabs a notebook and puts it in the center, and with a crackle of energy its transformed into a bouquet of live flowers.

“nice trick of pulling water from the air,” ed says.

they’re all flabbergasted. “transfiguration?” maes asks.

“yeah sure,” ed rolls his eyes, “the same way cutting out a snowflake from a piece of paper is like origami.”

they keep staring. ed stares back. it’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

ed doesn’t win the tournament because he lets ling win for reason he refuses to explain, will only say that it was more important to him.

roy pesters and irritates ed until he agrees to teach him alchemy, and even grudgingly says roy has a knack for it. so he sets it up that when al and ed are studying with flamel roy is studying with his daughter, and he goes to ed and al whenever he gets confused because they’re at least less scary than izumi.

ed and al create the philosopher’s stone, and promptly destroy it. roy becomes a master of fire alchemy. they all live happily ever after.

The Ballad of Georgie Collins

(Based on the Ballad of George Collins. This story brought to you by the following Wikipedia pages: Water Spirits, Huldra, A Full List of Latin Phrases, and Baseball Metaphors for Sex. Warning for saucy language and themes)

Maddie sat in the campus health centre waiting room, and watched the other girls in the room. Across from her sat a freshman with dark curls, desperately trying to avoid everyone’s eyes. Beside her was a tall girl with the tanned-blonde look of a Scandinavian sports program exchange student. Another girl had positioned herself near the door and kept her head down, occasionally flicking invisible lint from her black dress. Still another dressed in a thick knitwear sweater leafed through one of the glossy magazines on the table.

There could be any number of reasons why five girls might be sitting in the health centre waiting room at nine in the morning, Maddie told herself, and it would be unlikely that those reasons would be connected. She, idly scrolled through her phone while a terrible thought built in the back of her mind. She read and re-read the text from Elsewhere University Health Centre, telling her that her boyfriend was in a nonresponsive, and hoped she was the only one in the room who had received the same text.

Disappointment is inherent in hope, a fact demonstrated moments later when a nurse walked into the waiting room and asked who was here to see Georgie Collins and all five girls stood up.

The girl in the thick knitwear held up her hands and walked out of the door without a word. The Scandinavian folded her arms and narrowed her eyes, while the girl with dark curls sat down, blushing furiously.

“Oh no,” said Maddie, demonstrating her staggering capacity for understatement, even as she felt rage and panic building in her chest.

The girl in the black dress rolled her eyes. “We all are. The four of us.”

The nurse nodded without a word, her face a professional blank slate.

“Could I take your names?”

“Sigun,” said the Scandinavian.

“Mortessa,” said the girl in the black dress, without so much as blinking.

“Maddie,” said Maddie.

“K-Killstreak69,” stammered the girl in curls.

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Listening for History: Exploring Thunder Bay National Marine Sanctuary with Sound

How do you find a shipwreck in a 23,000-square-mile lake? For researchers, it can be like finding a needle in a haystack. 

This spring, researchers in Thunder Bay National Marine Sanctuary undertook the second phase of a research expedition to find lost shipwrecks within sanctuary waters in Lake Huron. From May 15 through 26, they used acoustics to explore deep water areas off Presque Isle.

University of Delaware researchers monitor incoming survey data from R/V Laurentian’s science lab. Photo: NOAA

Unlike on land, where features can be documented with aerial imagery or satellites equipped with cameras, visual survey isn’t practical underwater. In some cases the water is too murky, or turbid, to take photographs. At deeper depths there simply isn’t any ambient light. A camera, therefore, would only see darkness unless an array of lights was lowered down with it to illuminate the area.

Sound, however, is astonishingly efficient underwater. The density of water, both freshwater and saltwater, allows sound waves to travel great distances. When these waves encounter an object, they bounce off and in some cases reflect back in the direction of their original travel. In fact, by knowing the speed of sound through water, researchers can calculate how far away an object is. If the object being mapped is the lake floor, in this case the bottom of Lake Huron, the distance to the bottom, or water depth, can be determined by the time delay between a sound wave emitted at the surface and its travel to the lake floor and return back to the source at the surface.

The behavior of sound in water is so reliable that hydrographers can make detailed maps of the seafloor, accurate to within inches. Archaeologists can also use this technology to locate undiscovered shipwrecks. Where the lake bottom is flat and even, a historical shipwreck will appear as a large “anomaly” in the sonar data, a feature that sits upright off the bottom in stark contrast to the surrounding natural features. Once located, researchers can return with additional tools, such as underwater robots or divers, to further document a potential discovery.

University of Delaware sonar technicians Kenny Haulsee and Peter Barron route cables from the echosounder (yellow device in foreground) along a pole mount used to lower and secure the echosounder along the side of the vessel. The team installed and tested the entire sonar system while dockside to ensure proper operation before getting underway within the survey area. Photo: NOAA

Using sound to reveal lost shipwrecks

When researchers are first characterizing the lakebed or seafloor, we use a sonar system that can see a wide strip of the bottom at once. By running a pre-planned grid of overlapping passes – a technique referred to as “mowing the lawn” for the pattern it creates – researchers end up with a complete map of a given area. However, this wide-scanning sonar results in a less detailed image, or lower-resolution one, than a more focused sonar would reveal.

As a result, a dual-phase approach is often needed. That’s where the multiple phases of the Thunder Bay shipwreck expedition come in. In Phase II, completed in May, researchers used a wide-reaching sonar to scan large portions of the lake floor. By surveying large areas as quickly as possible, previously unexplored areas can be covered and new discoveries made.

Once surveyed, archaeologists will examine the data and tag anomalies against the surrounding lake floor. These may turn out to be lost shipwrecks. Then, in June’s Phase III, researchers will return to those targets with more detailed documentation methods.

University of Delaware sonar technician Peter Barron prepares to lower a device that will measure the speed of sound throughout the entire water column. These sound velocity profiles were collected once every four hours during the entire survey. Photo: NOAA

Presque Isle: The intersection of a maritime highway

The waters off Presque Isle in central Lake Huron form a sort of crossroads for the area’s shipping lanes. The lanes for vessels traveling up and down the lakes, whether to and from the Straits of Mackinaw or the Soo Locks, all converge within about 10 miles of the Presque Isle lighthouse. Within this area, many ships have collided and sunk during periods of bad weather or limited visibility. Dozens of known shipwrecks are spread across the lake floor off Presque Isle, and many more have yet to be found.

Many ships have met their end off the shores of Presque Isle in Lake Huron. Photo: David J. Ruck/NOAA

For this reason, researchers from Thunder Bay National Marine Sanctuary selected a large, 100 square mile area off Presque Isle for a wide-area exploratory survey. Partnering with the University of Delaware and using a research vessel from the NOAA’s Great Lakes Environmental Research Lab (GLERL), they conducted a two-week survey mission in May to search for undiscovered shipwrecks.

With a six-person survey crew, the mission involved 24-hour continuous operations for six days. Breaking into two-person watches, members of the team would spend four hours running the survey gear, followed by eight hours off, then another four hours on within a given 24-hour time period. That way, a team of researchers was constantly operating the sonar. The teams logged and organized data files, selected and managed survey scan lines, and communicated with the research vessel’s crew regarding navigation, survey speed, and general movement throughout the survey area.

A preliminary side scan sonar mosaic composed of 24 individual survey lines. Across the lake’s bottom, numerous features can be seen, including geological formations and variable bottom types. Image: University of Delaware.

As sonar data was logged, researchers also took additional measurements of the speed of sound through water. Approximately every four hours, a device was sent to the bottom of the lake. As it traveled, it measured the speed of sound and produced a sound velocity profile. By accurately measuring how fast sound was moving through the water, the researchers could accurately determine the distance to the bottom.

As six days passed, over 400GB of sonar data was logged and 100 square miles of area were covered. Now, researchers have to process all of the data and review it for anomalous objects that may turn out to be new shipwreck discoveries. During Phase III operations, these targets will be investigated with high-resolution sonar onboard an autonomous underwater vehicle operated by Michigan Technological University. Stay tuned for a recap of that leg of the expedition in a few weeks!

5. Zant
Toru Minegishi, Asuka Ohta
5. Zant

The #5 Spooky Scary Zelda Tune is…Zant’s Theme!

This particular variation of Zant’s theme comes from the cut scene that plays after Link finds the last Fused Shadow.  Zant confronts Link to steal the pieces and critically injures Midna. The Usurper King is certainly a disturbing and creepy villain, with his theme heightening that unsettling factor

A Bathhouse in Hyrule

“Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar.”

- Pablo Picasso

Notwithstanding the somewhat facetious quote above, bathing has always proved a persistent and critical element of health in many of the world’s longest-standing civilizations, evidenced by bathhouses from the Japanese onsen to the Roman thermae. Bathing is the servant of Cleanliness, and has always taken various cultural forms, adopting different rituals and serving different functions. Bathing can be done out of necessity - the simple need to become clean, so as to be free from dirt, dust, and disease - but it can also take on a sacred aspect, often serving in purification rituals and ablutions in many religions, from Islam to Shinto. In the Hyrule of Twilight Princess, there is also evidence of an ancient bathhouse, though whether it was created for respite and pleasure or for ceremony and spirituality is as yet undetermined.

Behind an unassuming rock facade on a path leading to Zora’s Domain from North Hyrule Field is a small series of chambers hollowed into a cave. It consists of five small rooms - three main chambers, an antechamber, and a far room - arranged on a single axis. The rooms, when divided horizontally from the very center, are laid-out symmetrically, with the three baths in the three central chambers. And these are not truly separate chambers, as the walls which divide them do not actually make contact with the cave above, creating open, individual spaces under one large ceiling.

Much of the cave has been left in a natural state, and a constructed shell has been built within its space. Low, flat walls with protruding arches, lintels, and pillars extend to all five rooms, separating the baths from the stark cave walls, giving it a distinctly man-made environment under an organic roof. Rough masonry of oddly-fitted stones creates the corner piers and parts of the wall, while other areas are covered by a carved arabesque or screen. Other pieces of stonework are decorated with an opus reticulatum theme of green and pink tiles, which give off the distinct feel of a bathhouse; they seem an incredibly modern element when compared to rather traditional design of this building. The screens, done in a diamond-and cross pattern, often carry the crest of the Royal Family as seen at Snowpeak, and many of the alcoves (designated by the gentle arches above them) are hung with a tapestry bearing the royal symbol of Hyrule: the Wingcrest. Weapons are hung upon the walls, much the same as at Snowpeak, creating a clear cultural connection between the two far-flung structures.

With its clear connections to both lowland Hylian architecture and to the mansion at Snowpeak, this bathhouse might seem rather straightforward. But, then one notices the gates which separate each room from the others. They are Zoran gates, of the same design as those found within the Lakebed Temple, with their curvilinear forging, aquatic themes, and nautical coloration. At first, this may seem puzzling, but, in reality, it makes perfect sense. Twilight Princess, as has been noted several times, displays an incredible depth of cosmopolitanism and trade relations; because of the location of this bathhouse in Lanayru Province, given its proximity both to Hyrule Castle and to Zora’s Domain, and given the close relations between the royal families of Hyrule and the Zora, that the Zora should have had a hand in the construction of this water-dependent building is completely logical. The Zora, with their river, give the land its life and nourishment, and they likely created the water-channeling devices which made this bathhouse function. Architecturally, their legacy is bound up in this space alongside Hylian tradition, which gives us a magnificent look at cultural dispersion and connections within Hyrule - and in a place that was likely meant only as a simple puzzle.

I suppose the remaining question is: what happened to this place? It is readily apparent that these baths have seen no visitors for many years, as the entrance was closed off with a massive boulder. And, any cursory inspection of the interior must take note of the old frost and ice upon the walls. The baths themselves have frozen solid, creating mirrored pools of an unknown depth. There are many spots for torches upon the walls, and we can easily imagine steaming baths, the warm vapors rising overhead and filling the cave ceiling, slowly dripping back down to the floor in an endless cycle. The freeze could have been a side-effect of the icing-over of Zora’s Domain, or it could have happened after the cave was sealed - the fires slowly dying and giving way to the creeping ice. We could speculate for hours about the nature and history of this bathhouse, which would likely come to naught, or we could simply enjoy it for what it is: a symbol of relaxation, purity, and cultural synthesis.

Meadowflowers and Misunderstandings

This is technically part of the Mini Ficlets I’m doing on that monster quote but, well, it turned out to be not very mini, and I liked it to the point I was Like nah this needs to be its own thing.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Warnings: angst, but not to much (a little self hatred regarding his legs from Ivar)

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Sigurd was flirting with you. Again. And once again you had to try to smile as you accepted the 56th bouquet of thrice-damned meadow flowers the blond Ragnarsson had given you. You quickly found some terrible excuse to leave his company and fled to the forest.

You rested your back against your favourite oak tree, and let out a deep sigh.

“By the gods,” you muttered to yourself, “He doesn’t give up!”

“No, he doesn’t.”

You jumped up with a half scream, and whirled round to find the source of the voice. It was Ubbe, Sigurd’s elder brother.

“If you need Sigurd to stop, I can tell him, if you’d like.” He said, shrugging.

You stared at him blankly for a while, then realised you should probably reply.

“I wouldn’t want to anger him like that.” You replied, looking down. Offend a prince? You didn’t bloody think so.

Ubbe laughed.

“Seriously, Y/N. If you feel harassed by my brother, he needs to stop. He also needs to learn that wooing a maiden does not consist of trying to kill her via hayfever.”

At that exact moment, you sneezed. When you had recovered, you looked up again at Ubbe to see his eyebrow cocked in a manner that clearly said, ‘That’s what I thought’.

You sighed again. Ubbe was right.

“I’d be eternally in your debt, Ubbe,” you laughed, and the prince nodded with a smile. “By the way, Have you seen Ivar anywhere? We’d agreed to meet today.”

Ubbe raised his eyebrow again, this time in surprise. You blushed.

“Ivar? No, I haven’t seen him. I’ll tell you if I do though.”

“Thank you Ubbe.”

“Any time, Y/N.”

-

Incidentally, Ivar had been at the other end of the street where Sigurd had given you flowers. And, incidentally, Ubbe knew exactly where he was now, which was Floki’s boatyard. Ubbe approached his crippled brother, who sat aggressively volleying stones into the water.

Ivar heard the crunch of the stones, and looked up at his brother. His eyes were mildly swollen, and his jaw tight, as though not that long ago the Ragnarsson had had a fit of angry tears.

“It’s a fitting punishment for a monster. To want something so much – to hold it in your arms – and know beyond a doubt you will never deserve it. And that your brother does.” Ivar muttered darkly, running his thumb over the next pebble that was to find itself on the lakebed.

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“You’re a damned fool, Ivar,” Ubbe said, calmly. “She’s just accepted my offer of getting Sigurd to stop bothering her. And the very next thing she did was ask for you. You’re meant to be seeing her, I believe?”

“Oh, what’s the point, brother? She has no interest in me. I’m cripple, an undesirable dead weight, a useless, pathetic, twisted-“

“Shut your whining mouth, Ivar,” Ubbe groaned. “The girl likes you. Man up and stop all this moaning and dramatics.”

Before Ivar could reply however, a voice sounded from the other end of the beach.

“IVAR RAGNARSSON!” you yelled, stomping over to the pair with some vehemence. When you reached them, you jabbed a finger at Ivar.

“You! You’ve been avoiding me all day, I know it. You promised me that archery lesson, Ivar. Since when do you go back on your promises, huh?” Ivar opened his mouth to respond, but he couldn’t get a word out as you whirled around and pointed the accusing digit at Ubbe.

“And you! ‘I haven’t seen Ivar’ my arse! Odin’s beard, you are the most difficult and ridiculous troop of men I’ve ever met! Hvitserk’s the most sensible of you all, and even he’s a secretive swine sometimes! What’s going on? And I warn you, if I don’t get a straight answer, I’m going to give tanning your hides a damn good shot.”

The brothers looked at each other in mild shock. They knew you could hold your own, but they had no idea that you could chastise them like that; and they certainly didn’t think they’d listen.

Ubbe spoke up, much to the panic of Ivar.

“Ivar is convinced he’s a pathetic, twisted monster you’ll never love, because you’re infatuated with Sigurd.” He said blankly, folding his arms. Ivar’s face was ashen.

“You’re having me on,” you muttered, a frown knitting your brow.

“I’m not. Want to hear his exact words?”

Ivar finally joined the conversation.

“No, she does not!” he yelped, trying to surreptitiously break Ubbe’s foot.

You looked between their faces, one trying to hide a smirk, one pallid and clearly wishing for a large hole to appear beneath him; to allow for death or escape, you were uncertain.

You burst out laughing.

“You- You think that – that -I’m – infat- infatuated with Sigurd?” you choked out, unable to contain the breath-stealing, racking laughs that had erupted from your stomach. You slowly collapsed onto the gravelly shore, tears streaming down your face. After about a minute of this, you had calmed down enough to look Ivar dead in the eyes.

“Who are you, and what have you done with Ivar? As far as I know, he’s at least mildly intelligent, and would be fully aware that if I’m interested in anyone it’s not some lad who continually aggravates my hayfever.” You smirk, but your face then turns serious.

“He would also realise archery isn’t the only thing I see him for.”

Ivar swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.

“I think I should be going.” Mumbled Ubbe, backing away until he was at a distance at which running away would not look ridiculous.

“Trust me,” Ivar muttered, “He wouldn’t have figured it out, whatever it is exactly.” His steel eyes refused to meet yours, uncertainty radiating from Ivar like heat from the sun.

“Then maybe,” you whispered, your own nerves starting to increase your heartrate tenfold, “He needs to be told.”

You started to lean forward, your face toward Ivar’s. You had wanted to do this for so long – oh, so long; you remembered when you first met, an embarrassing affair; at one of the gatherings in the great hall you had been making your way to a friend when you found yourself on the floor, lying on top of the crippled prince, having tripped over his form half hidden in the throng. You had expected him to be furious, but he just laughed and asked your name. After that you began spending more time with him, and his brothers. You went from intrigued to admiring to loving within a matter of months. And now you were able to show him.

Your lips met Ivar’s softly, little more than a whisper of connection, testing the waters; you were still unsure if he felt the same, or if Ubbe was just teasing.

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You were answered by a warm, calloused hand came up to your face, pulling you in closer, adding pressure to the kiss, which became ever warmer. You felt wetness on your face, and pulled away, worried.

Ivar was crying.

“Ivar…” you said softly, using your thumb to wipe away a tear. “Ivar… what’s wrong?”

His eyes were full of pain as he whispered, “Me. I’m wrong, Y/N. Look at me. Why would you want this?”

He still didn’t get it, did he?

You placed a hand softly on his legs.

“Because regardless of these, or perhaps, because of them, you are who you are,” you smiled softly, moving your hand up to his chest.

“I want you for what’s in here, Ivar,” you muttered, moving your hand once more to cup his face, and gently tapped his temple.

“And for what’s in here. I don’t think you understand how beautiful you are, Ivar Lothbrok, how beautiful you are to me.”

Ivar’s tears had stopped, and instead love, pure, unbridled, grateful love filled his eyes, and he pulled himself into you, your heads resting in the crook of the other’s neck.

You sat on the shore like that for some time, in each other’s arms, and when you headed back into Kattegat, you saw Ubbe and Sigurd talking down a side street, a bouquet of meadow flowers lying discarded on the ground.

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Come Away to the Water

I am only able to watch whilst others play. The heat of the summer sun makes us all weary. Hot, parched and sweating; it would seem a trip to the nearest body of water is always in mind once the summer swelter hits.

Coastlines, riversides and lakesides swarm with human bodies, sometimes ponds are used when in dire need, but most stray from the stagnant water. Man-made pools are good too, but there always seems to be an allure of nature.

I share this love even if I’m not free to interact with those making themselves at home along the stream and lake it leads to. I must be content to watch and listen as they splash and frolic, as they ride their boats and throws their balls, as they scream and laugh with delight.

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En Garde

Another deleted scene style fic, around the time of 6x09. Emma hasn’t told her family about her visions yet, and decides that fencing lessons from Killian might improve her chances of defeating Gideon.  I’ve written Killian teaching Emma to fence before, fluffily, but it seemed a good time to update the headcanon with the added angst of those visions!  

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There was no time for a moving day; not when every day brought a new disaster, a new story no one was sure if they wanted to see the end of. A single chest of Killian’s belongings moved in the first day, set carefully next to a box in her closet, waiting for a quiet moment to be shared. His jackets mingled with hers in the closet, his boots sat neatly underneath the hung leathers and books and papers were gradually filling the empty spaces of their house. Sometimes Killian mentioned something that he would need to get from his ship and within a couple hours it would appear on the kitchen table. He suspected she was testing her magic on his belongings when he was not looking, but it saved him a trip and hopefully calmed her frayed nerves, so he simply thanked her with a kiss on the cheek and filed another hole in a still too empty home.

Two battered sticks joined her boots next to the door, growing more banged up each day as Killian and Henry sparred in the front yard in their spare moments. It warmed her heart to see them spending time together, but from time to time the sight filled her with sudden dread as wooden practice swords were replaced in her mind by sharp steel and unresponsive magic. She fought for her life without a sound, clasping her hand tight to hide her battle from her family no more than a few paces away.

Henry hugged her tight when her eyes were distant and Killian pressed her shaking hand to his lips with questioning eyes. She caught them glancing at each other sometimes, when she told them again that she was fine. They had finally stopped asking with their lips, perhaps hoping she would tell them eventually on her own, but their eyes ever begged her for an explanation that was not forthcoming. She refused to give voice to the whole story, refused to interrupt the happy illusion she had built for herself.

The stick flew from Henry’s hand once more and Killian laughed, leaning his own against the steps. “You’re doing better, lad. But I’ve the reach of my arm and a couple hundred years training head start.”

“Aren’t you supposed to let me win sometimes?” Henry grumbled halfheartedly, diving to retrieve his ‘weapon.’

“Never!” Killian insisted. “One of these days you will disarm me. And you will know for certain that it will not be because I let you do so. Now off with you, lad, your mother will end me if you’re late for school again.” Henry tossed his stick to Killian who caught it as the boy bolted for the bus, grumbling about how between two magical moms, shouldn’t he just appear at school?

Killian laughed and gave Henry’s pole a practice swing or two as he turned back towards the house, to his surprise he was met with the sudden appearance of a pole aiming for his head. He ducked by impulse, his arm moving before he’d the chance to identify the person on the other end of the attack. Emma grinned at him, blocking his swing with the stick he’d put down a moment ago.

“My turn, pirate. Someone ought to bring you down a peg or two!”

Killian smirked, breaking away and moving to circle her. “You think so? You may have the advantage with firearms and fireworks but swordplay… Swordplay is my strength, love.”

“You underestimated me the last time we dueled. Haven’t you learned your lesson?”

“I did. But that is not why you won.”

“Why did I win, then?” Emma retorted. She grew tired of waiting for Killian to make the first move and dove forward, seeking an opening that was gone as soon as she moved. Suddenly she was on the defense, pressed backwards step by step until her boot smacked against the bottom of their steps. She wavered for a moment and then fell backwards, only saved from a bruised backside by Killian’s hook, which had suddenly slipped through her belt loop and tugged her upright again.

“You won because I did not wish to see you die on that lakebed, my dear.”

“Okay… maybe I could use a few pointers,” she admitted.

“Why the sudden interest in fencing, love?”

“It couldn’t hurt to be prepared, right?”

“And you think a few tricks with a blade will make you better prepared?” He reached for her hand, which had begun to tremble.

His eyes were questioning her again and she forced a smile. “I mean why not? Things are crazy, and it doesn’t look like they’re gonna let up anytime soon And it’s an excuse to spend some time together, just the two of us. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Of course, Emma. Perhaps once all this madness with the untold stories is ov- ”

“Not after. Now.”

“Now?” Her eyes were blazing with determination and he tilted his head to one side, studying her intently,

“Right now!” She held out her hand to him and he took it without question. Their house vanished and the smell of salt brought a smile to his lips. When his vision cleared they were on the deck of the Jolly Roger.

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