:D I'm such a geologist, I always forget to look up.
I'd love more icons, but that would mean buying a paid account, and I am stingy. Also, I generally forget to switch away from Mia.
My little Slepnir! My little Slepnir is both my religious and cracky icon. Way back when, the Aesir and the Vanir (the two tribes of Norse Gods) decided that their long-running feud was not the most productive way to spend their time, made peace, settled down, and being Norse Gods, looked about for someone else to pummel. Defence being part of a good offence, they hired a giant to come rebuild the fortifications of Asgard. As is the way of builders, as payment he wanted the sun, the moon, and Freya. Freya, being a Goddess of war as well as love, and not known for meekly going along with other people's plans, went 'HellfuckNO'. Loki, being Loki, had an idea - the giant would have to complete the wall in 6 months, and if he didn't, they'd kill him, because you can do that sort of thing if you're a god. The giant agreed, but asked that he could use his horse to help him out. Loki agreed before anyone else could argue.
6 months pass, and the giant is preparing to add the last stone. The Gods are in a godlike rage as they're about to lose the sun and the moon, and Freya in particular is explaining to Loki how if he doesn't come up with a plan 5 seconds ago, she will perpetrate an infinite number of inventively ungodly torments on him. Loki comes up with a plan. He turns himself into a white mare and frolics out to seduce the Giant's horse, who is duly seduced. The new couple elope, and the Giant can't complete the wall. Hed goes splat by big hammer.
Some time later, Loki comes back with his newborn son, Slepnir, the adorable 8-legged bestialty-mpreg assbaby of a god and a giant horse. Slepnir grows up big and strong and becomes Odin's warhorse, but I do like to remember where he came from.
And that is the story of My Little Slepnir, the artwork of which I can no longer remember where I got. Also, it my explain my love for DC, especially when they're on the good drugs.
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I'd love more icons, but that would mean buying a paid account, and I am stingy. Also, I generally forget to switch away from Mia.
My little Slepnir! My little Slepnir is both my religious and cracky icon. Way back when, the Aesir and the Vanir (the two tribes of Norse Gods) decided that their long-running feud was not the most productive way to spend their time, made peace, settled down, and being Norse Gods, looked about for someone else to pummel. Defence being part of a good offence, they hired a giant to come rebuild the fortifications of Asgard. As is the way of builders, as payment he wanted the sun, the moon, and Freya. Freya, being a Goddess of war as well as love, and not known for meekly going along with other people's plans, went 'HellfuckNO'. Loki, being Loki, had an idea - the giant would have to complete the wall in 6 months, and if he didn't, they'd kill him, because you can do that sort of thing if you're a god. The giant agreed, but asked that he could use his horse to help him out. Loki agreed before anyone else could argue.
6 months pass, and the giant is preparing to add the last stone. The Gods are in a godlike rage as they're about to lose the sun and the moon, and Freya in particular is explaining to Loki how if he doesn't come up with a plan 5 seconds ago, she will perpetrate an infinite number of inventively ungodly torments on him. Loki comes up with a plan. He turns himself into a white mare and frolics out to seduce the Giant's horse, who is duly seduced. The new couple elope, and the Giant can't complete the wall. Hed goes splat by big hammer.
Some time later, Loki comes back with his newborn son, Slepnir, the adorable 8-legged bestialty-mpreg assbaby of a god and a giant horse. Slepnir grows up big and strong and becomes Odin's warhorse, but I do like to remember where he came from.
And that is the story of My Little Slepnir, the artwork of which I can no longer remember where I got. Also, it my explain my love for DC, especially when they're on the good drugs.