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A New King

Helblindi thought it about time to replace his father. Years had passed, as quickly as the seasons, even as Summer approached and the Heat was rising. The Casket, though, had returned, and it would banish back the unbearable heat that was threatening from Musspellheim, even as Jötunnheim’s cold seeped away once the Casket had been stolen away. But now Helblindi had it, and he was ready to take the throne for himself, to make Jötunnheim more powerful, the greatest of all the realms through more peaceful ways. Fierce and warlike Helblindi may be, but a fool he was not— Jötunnheim was in no shape for war, and he knew it. So, he would settle for refreezing the tundra and the land, and recreate their palace of ice into a true, glorious world.

He stood before the throne room, behind a pillar for a moment. His hands clenched and unclenched, remembering the feel of the icy Casket in his palm. He knew his plan of attack, and only hoped that it would work.

He went inside and put his left hand behind his back, raising his neck. “Father!” he called out loudly. “I would challenge you, as my birth right, for the throne!”




Quiet days and nights.

of-winter-winds:

theprinceoftheice:

of-winter-winds:

theprinceoftheice:

“I hope that he will gather all the men available. We have many— if we are gathered.” Helblindi pulled away slightly from the woman, just enough to place some distance between them. It was not meant to become anything other than an information exchange. “Have you any desires, in return for your message running?”

“He will do so.” Leaning back, she eased herself from his grip, untangled herself from him. “He has many men who are loyal to him, and think the same way he does, discontent with your father’s reign.” Biting her lip, she rolled her shoulders in a gentle shrug, fingers laced along one hip. “I do not require anything more than I am given.. I am happy to please my father.”

Helblindi let his hands separate from her, falling to his sides. “Thank you, then. I am surprised, but not displeased.” He leaned forward and pressed a gentle, chaste kiss on her lips. “May our meetings be fruitful and always positive.” It was rather stiff and formal, but a clear indicator that he wanted to meet with her again, multiple times. He found her interesting.

She smiled, after the brief meeting of their lips. “I do not wish you to think I am a greedy harlot, Prince. My father asks this messenger duty of me, as do you — and I cannot find it in myself to let either of you down.” Her hands smoothed along the stomacher she wore, embroidered in white silk threads, before settling on her hips. “They will be, handsome. Have no doubt in that.” Leaning up to dust his cheek in a kiss, she headed for the palace, skirts in hands.

His eyes flicked down to her body as she smoothed her material, then back up to her eyes. He was about to speak, but she was already gone. His words fell noteless upon the snow; “You are no harlot…”

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Quiet days and nights.

of-winter-winds:

theprinceoftheice:

“I hope that he will gather all the men available. We have many— if we are gathered.” Helblindi pulled away slightly from the woman, just enough to place some distance between them. It was not meant to become anything other than an information exchange. “Have you any desires, in return for your message running?”

“He will do so.” Leaning back, she eased herself from his grip, untangled herself from him. “He has many men who are loyal to him, and think the same way he does, discontent with your father’s reign.” Biting her lip, she rolled her shoulders in a gentle shrug, fingers laced along one hip. “I do not require anything more than I am given.. I am happy to please my father.”

Helblindi let his hands separate from her, falling to his sides. “Thank you, then. I am surprised, but not displeased.” He leaned forward and pressed a gentle, chaste kiss on her lips. “May our meetings be fruitful and always positive.” It was rather stiff and formal, but a clear indicator that he wanted to meet with her again, multiple times. He found her interesting.

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Quiet days and nights.

of-winter-winds:

theprinceoftheice:

Helblindi’s hand rubbed at her back softly, sweetly. “It would not do for them to even have the flicker of the thought. Let him know that I will keep the throne when Laufey returns from this. I would have Kvasir by my side.” The prince nuzzled into her hair softly. “Muster the men and once Father leaves, we shall have to fight amongst our fellow Jotnar. But I think that our people will join me.”

He smiled rather sharply. “I will become a great king and bring our people out of this mockery of our one great nation.”

She smiled up at him. “You will be a wonderful king, Helblindi.” She drew her palms down his chest, resting them on his hips, biting at her lower lip. The hand at the small of her back pressed her to him, and in doing so, the gap between their bodies closed. 

“I will tell my father all that you wish, Prince.. I am yours to command. He will be your right hand man, he loves you so.”

"I hope that he will gather all the men available. We have many— if we are gathered." Helblindi pulled away slightly from the woman, just enough to place some distance between them. It was not meant to become anything other than an information exchange. "Have you any desires, in return for your message running?"

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Quiet days and nights.

of-winter-winds:

theprinceoftheice:

Helblindi encircled her waist and pulled her close, almost whispering in the quiet hiss of the wind through broken arches. “Father is planning explorations? I was not told of this. Father is pulling away from me. I think he suspects something of me…” he said lowly. “He has avoided speaking to me and when I send messages, he does not answer.” He was silent for a few minutes, thoughtful, but clearly wanting to say more.

“I… Will assume the throne when he is gone. When he returns, I will keep it and fight him for it.” It was heavy, like he didn’t want to say it, but knew it to be true. “I must, else my men will think me weak for not acting.”

She shook her head. “My father said you would think that, but no. He says the King suspects nothing.” Fingers sliding lightly along his jaw, over his scars. “He says Laufey has been deep in thought, avoiding all, even his wife.. he has been brooding, my father says, over other events, and speaking little on anything.” She leaned up on her tiptoes, to gently kiss his chin.

Whispering, words quietly exchanged. “He says that he told no one of this leaving of his..that if you decide to keep the throne when he returns, that he will aid you should you need it, or stay back, if you deem it so.” Fingers trailing from his jaw, resting on his chest. “Your men do not think you weak, Prince..”

Helblindi’s hand rubbed at her back softly, sweetly. “It would not do for them to even have the flicker of the thought. Let him know that I will keep the throne when Laufey returns from this. I would have Kvasir by my side.” The prince nuzzled into her hair softly. “Muster the men and once Father leaves, we shall have to fight amongst our fellow Jotnar. But I think that our people will join me.”

He smiled rather sharply. “I will become a great king and bring our people out of this mockery of our one great nation.”

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Quiet days and nights.

of-winter-winds:

theprinceoftheice

of-winter-winds:

The palace had ears, listening walls — nothing was safe, and when her father learned that she had befriended the prince, he saw in her a golden opportunity — messages could be passed back and forth in secret, and no one would be the wiser. Helblindi was known for his consort with women, and if she was caught, it would be brushed off as some amorous meeting, and nothing more.

She was quiet, as she entered the palace, ducking the servants and guards, seeking the towering crown Prince out, fingers coiled in the dark blue velvet of her skirts, a snug dress trimmed in white fur, low cut and lusty — bared blue skin, the curve of her throat, the swells of her breasts. She paused to ask a guard of Helblindi’s location, and once he grunted and thrust in his chin in a direction, she thanked him with a broad smile, and headed that way, footsteps quiet on the cold marble floors.

Helblindi was leaving the throne room, after a talk with his father about the state of the kingdom, and when he saw Járnsaxa, he stopped. He let her draw close, then jerked his head slightly, indicating for her to follow. He headed towards the abandoned end of the palace, ruinous and twisting. After making sure they were alone, he stopped, turning.

“What news have you from your father?” he asked lowly. Though he was hoping it would be from her father, if it wasn’t perhaps a little touching and necking could occur, and that would require privacy as well. Either way, Helblindi was in a win-win situation.

She was careful to follow him without looking too suspicious — fingers gathering her skirts off the floor. The ruins of the palace were still beautiful, if a bit cold, and once they were alone, Járnsaxa stepped up to Helblindi to relay her message — that way, if anyone passed, they would think the two lovers, stealing a moment. 

“He says that he is ready at your command, to do as you will. His men are also with you, and prepared to die for your cause. He says that he also knows that your father plans to take exploration in a few days’ time, and leave you in charge.”

Helblindi encircled her waist and pulled her close, almost whispering in the quiet hiss of the wind through broken arches. “Father is planning explorations? I was not told of this. Father is pulling away from me. I think he suspects something of me…” he said lowly. “He has avoided speaking to me and when I send messages, he does not answer.” He was silent for a few minutes, thoughtful, but clearly wanting to say more.

“I… Will assume the throne when he is gone. When he returns, I will keep it and fight him for it.” It was heavy, like he didn’t want to say it, but knew it to be true. “I must, else my men will think me weak for not acting.”

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30 Days of Character Development

3.) Name one scar your character has, and tell us where it came from. If they don’t have any, is there a reason?

Helblindi’s face is scarred with marks mimicking those that a prince would have to replace the missing ones. Jötunn marks are representational of their status (except for some people, but those are people who married above or below their class) and his were marks of a second prince. However, because Loki was not around, he took the status of the crown prince, and with that, he needed the marks to complete the assimilation of Loki’s place. His father marked him personally with an ice knife. While clearly scars rather than marks, he wears them proudly.




of-winter-winds:

theprinceoftheice:

Helblindi’s grin grew more confident, and his posture straightened, almost into a swagger. “Then take yourself from here, if you do not want me to walk you there. Oh, and, would you take a message to your father for me?” he asked as an afterthought. He needed to begin to build his army so that he may take over his father’s position, and with the Casket, he was impossible to win against.

“Tell him….” he paused, thinking how best to word it. He needed to be clever and smooth, so that she may not know, at least, not obviously, and so her father would understand immediately. “Tell him that I have what we have been searching for.” A poor message indeed, but he was not one for playing or bandying with words.

With one last look to make sure that everything was in place on her dress, she gave him a knowing smile, leaning up to dust a kiss along his jaw, drawing one last touch against the muscles of his chest.

“Your wish is my command.”

Moving from him, to the door, her hips still retaining that come-hither tilt, the girl absolutely sauntered, with a dancer’s grace and the skills of a seductress, that curvy body was hard to miss in that tight dress. Dropping him a saucy wink before shutting the door behind her.

In the hall, where Helblindi couldn’t see, she was absolutely giddy, grinning as she hurried down the hall.

He turned to meet her lips with his own, brusque as always, but with a touch of some slight tenderness, now that he knew who she was. “Be well,” he called out after her, watching her glide away, eyes locked on her bottom as it swished back and forth until she vanished from sight.

He leaned against the doorframe. Now it was time to get things done. He left the room and headed out, going to speak to the generals he knew were loyal to him.

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of-winter-winds:

He didn’t know Járnsaxa well enough to know that she wouldn’t be complaining to her father about anything; and he didn’t know Kvaris well enough to know that the general would just tell his daughter to grow up, and quit sleeping around — he believed his daughters should be more independent, and take care of themselves. She tugged the sleeves of her dress up, fixing them around her wrists.

“Walk me home? My mother might get the wrong idea, Prince.” She fixed her bangs, brushing them from her brow. “And if you’re worried of my father, you needn’t be. He practically loves you as a son, you can do no wrong in his eyes.”

Helblindi’s grin grew more confident, and his posture straightened, almost into a swagger. “Then take yourself from here, if you do not want me to walk you there. Oh, and, would you take a message to your father for me?” he asked as an afterthought. He needed to begin to build his army so that he may take over his father’s position, and with the Casket, he was impossible to win against.

"Tell him…." he paused, thinking how best to word it. He needed to be clever and smooth, so that she may not know, at least, not obviously, and so her father would understand immediately. "Tell him that I have what we have been searching for." A poor message indeed, but he was not one for playing or bandying with words.

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