Regarding TDW

[you_have_heart]

Well that was invigorating! I particularly like the part where I got to kick Thor in the head as 'part of the plan' It totally wasn't part of the plan, I was ad-libbing.

Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go drown my sorrows celebrate my new found freedom with as much elven ale as I can stomach before passing out!

Comments

[fe_male]

While I'd propose that 'mad living' is technically highly accurate, I think it was 'libbing' that you were going for.

...mun might be a little tired

[you_have_heart]

Both are accurate, and you understand what I meant.

Don't patronize me, Stark. I'm reveling in my freedom.

it's okay he's just an asshole i couldn't resist

[fe_male]

Hey, revel away pal. Drink like there's no hangover tomorrow.

[you_have_heart]

I fully intend to.

[belovedone]

Among my other thoughts on your recent 'adventures', which are certainly mixed...I confess there is a part of my heart, significant if however small, in which I am glad to see you have the chance to do something with enjoyment again.

Though it is far from the circumstances I would have preferred, I feel relief in seeing you finally freed.

[you_have_heart]

[...yeah, he wasn't expecting her to be here. It only catches him off guard for a moment though.]

I would have preferred more favorable methods myself. But the opportunity presented itself.

[belovedone]

[No one expects the Spanish Inquisition Asgard's late queen, it seems.]

Ah yes. Opportunity. [Is that nostalgia or irony hiding there, tucked into the corner of her voice? Who can tell. Maybe both.] Ever were you a deft hand at pouncing upon and producing such astounding results out of those.

[She'll always be proud of his talents, and even the scope of the results. Just not how he prefers to utilize them. The aims he seeks.]

[you_have_heart]

If only opportunity came sooner. I could have done something to...[To help, to keep you alive, to kill that thing before it even thought about laying a hand on you.]

[belovedone]

[Glancing where that thread of thought lies, where it leads, she shakes her head in a firm manner meant to cut him off.]

There are many things in the past that I would like to change, if only it were given to me. But "the past" is called so for a reason. Those days are gone. It never does one any good to dwell.

[Otherwise she would censure herself a hundred times a day, for not having the boldness to go against her husband, and tell her youngest the truth.

That lie was a corrupted seed that bred further lies, and pain along with them. And look where they are now.]