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The Return of the Viking Daughter - Chapter 10 (Ivar X Sera)

Rating: M - Mature (angst, swearing, violence, eventual domestic violence, eventual attempted assault, eventual smut)

Genre: Drama, angst

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*****This is the chapter I’ve been warning about! *****

************TRIGGER WARNINGS!!*************

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The sun was warm on my back and I tipped my head with a smile. Although I was full-blooded redhead, I didn’t burn to the degree of some of my brethren and was taking advantage of this balmy day to get a bit of colour while I puttered in the yard. I wore the bikini top Ivar had liked in LA and a pair of ragged jean shorts. Ivar and I had returned a few weeks ago, after dragging out the drive from Silver Lake to Greenwich into a ten day long road trip. We’d stopped at all manner of lurid tourist traps, drove as far as we felt like on any given day, and stopped when we wanted to. Ivar and Lemmy had even become friends, with me snapping more than one picture of a sleeping Ivar draped by a massive black and white cat around his neck like a purring travel pillow.

I’d rented a U-Haul trailer and hitched it to my baby, a 1974 Toyota Land Cruiser, restored and jacked-up, a gift from my stepfather, a decent man who either thought he either deserved penance or was love-blind; that was the only reasons I could think for him hitching himself to my mother’s crazy wagon. I’d been loathe to sell it or leave my Cruiser behind, so I’d chosen a road-trip and Ivar had come with me, reluctant to be separated that long while I traversed the whole country.

The back of my shoulder itched and I scratched at it absently, pulling away sharply when I remembered why it was itchy. A few days ago I’d gotten my first tattoo, a stylised Valknut to match Ivar’s on his bicep. I’d never been a tattoos-matching kind of girl before, but I loved the design, or maybe I loved the soft skin of Ivar’s arm when I’d lay beside him and trace it with a finger tip. Either way, I loved my new ink and couldn’t stop glancing at it every time I passed a mirror.

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Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief Makers

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Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief Makers

 I solemnly swear that I am up to no good…

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That time stitch got hold of Cinderella’s castle at Walt Disney world 2004.

That time Disneyland Paris celebrated thier 5th Anniversary by adding a Hunchback theme to the castle back in 1997

That time Disney World launched thier happiest celebration on earth in 2005 as a tribute to Disneyland California being open for 50 years!

That time Disney World celebrated thier 25th anniversary with a gigantic cake in 1996!

And most subtle but most impressive, that time in 2015 that Disneyland California announced they were lacing the castle with diamonds for the most expensive and elegant castle yet for the big 60!

Imagine that you have terribly insomnia and it doesn’t take long for Loki to catch on, as he doesn’t need to sleep as often as Midgardians do.  As he typically reads a lot while waiting for you to wake, he’s taken to reading out loud to you to help you fall asleep. There’s something about his smooth voice, or possibly it’s his magic, that finally allows you to slip into peaceful slumber. 

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                                     Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
                                     Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers
                                                           are proud to present
                                                T H E  M A R A U D E R ’ S  M A P

- Messrs Doe and Vulpes would also like to add that Padfoot and Prongs are morons.

                                                       - Hey! You have no right to say that in O U R map!

                         - Messr Raven agrees.

                                                               - Y’all can rot.

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                       “Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
                         Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers
                                            are proud to present
                                       ‘THE MARAUDER’S MAP.’”

Two Tutors

TITLE: Two Tutors

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter One

AUTHOR: SassyShoulderAngel319

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine somehow obtaining magical powers and watching Loki and Doctor Strange fight over who gets to take you as their apprentice.

RATING: K+/PG

NOTES/WARNINGS: No warnings to speak of except for a single reference to Thor: Ragnarok without being too specific. As well as police stations and daggers if anyone is uncomfortable with either of those. Side note: Tumbler is actually a last name that is, apparently, on the brink of extinction?(I’d have to fact-check that but that’s one of two reasons I chose it.)-(Oh MAN it’s been a long time since I wrote for this blog! Good to be back!)

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I sat boredly on the chair in the police station and stared straight ahead at the wall opposite me, chin in my hand. I was just grateful they hadn’t handcuffed me. The officer sitting on the other side of the table repeated his question. “Where were you the night of the meteor shower?”

I glanced at my other hand, which was resting on the table. “Yes,” I said.

“Yes?” the officer challenged. “Yes what? You’re finally going to answer?”

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