of fated men Oct 27, 2016 16:28:55 GMT
Post by Baldr Odinson on Oct 27, 2016 16:28:55 GMT
|[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/gXwkX.png) ][style=width: 400px; height: 250px; background: #fcf76b url(http://i1291.photobucket.com/albums/b559/mortalends/mortal%20ends/hunnam.png); border: 1px solid #161616; border-left: none;] [/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: great vibes; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #f3f1ba; text-align: right; background-color:fcf76b; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: -23px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 16px; padding-right: 10px;] How beautiful you are [/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 5px; color: #222222; text-align: right; background-color:#fcf76b; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 8px; padding-right: 10px; font-style: bold; text-transform: uppercase;] completely torn apart[/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #f3f1ba; text-align: right; background-color:#fcf76b; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 1px; padding-right: 10px;]- - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; background-color: #f3f1ba; color: #222222; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]Suddenly things were different. Baldr had fallen asleep in Helheim, after what had been quite a delightful afternoon - if any time in one of the darker realms could truly take the moniker of ‘afternoon’ - of trading stories with his niece. Now, he was in Asgard, blinking up at the pale sky of early morning as he laid on his back in familiar woods. They were a place he had played in many times as a child. They were near the fields of his childhood home, away from the central palace of Asgard.|
“Something went wrong,” Hela’s voice came from nearby and Baldr turned his attention towards her. He climbed slowly to his feet, feeling more solid than he had felt in some time. He was alive, he realized slowly. The heart that had not beat during his time in Helheim was doing so again, and his breathing was coming in without thought.
“What do you mean?” he questioned his niece, even as he frowned down at himself. He should not be alive. He had been killed. Thanos had used his own brother’s hands to do so.
Hela shook her head, stepping closer and placing a hand on his chest. “Midgard. Something went wrong. Your death was… erased.”
Baldr frowned further at the thought. Erased how? What could have the power to do such a thing? He would surely need to investigate this claim, although first he must return to Asgard’s capital to see his Mother. “I have enjoyed the time I spent with you,” he told his niece earnestly, a smile returning to his face before he kissed her forehead, “But I must investigate these strange occurrences.”
He bid Hela farewell and began his journey towards his true home at the palace and not the farm he spent his boyhood days at. There was much to think over as he walked, and he could not truly say what it was that could erase time from Midgard in such a way that would restore his life. The only objects he could think of were the Infinity Stones, but he was unsure as to many of their locations. This was certainly a concept worth investigating, however. But later.
His mother wrapped him in a tight hug as soon as she saw him and Baldr returned the affection just as fiercely. “Something is wrong, my son,” she murmured in his ear, and Baldr nodded his agreement.
“I feel I am needed back on Midgard. It is where this wrongness originated,” he explained softly and his mother sighed gently.
“First, let us celebrate your return. Then I shall not feel so sad to see you off yet again,” she requested, and he could not say no to this plea. There would be a feast and celebration, and then Baldr would return to Midgard. He would discover what it was that was happening here and would assist in any ways that he could.[/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:#fcf76b; text-align:right; color: #333333;]CLOSED.
TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]