10 Things About Mun

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10 Things About Mun

Write 10 things about yourself and pass it on to 10 followers. Tagged by addictiveking

  1. I apparently have a skill for binge watching TV shows in a very short amount of time.
  2. I too have amazing followers.
  3. I have conflicting feelings about Halloween.
  4. I still haven’t unpacked everything in the apartment I’ve been living in for 3 months now, mainly because I have nowhere to put the stuff if not in the boxes it’s already in.
  5. David Bowie in Labyrinth makes me feel good about my dance moves. Like any of you are looking at his dance moves.
  6. I was a cheerleader…
  7. I don’t have an Ipod, so I use my blackberry to play music because it’s the only thing Blackberry’s are good for.
  8. I’m hungry. For coffee.
  9. I nearly drowned in the sea when I was in Crete.
  10. I’m convinced the only friends I had growing up were being paid by my mum and that’s why I couldn’t have nice things.

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the-mosthappy:

annaleyson is the cutest and by cutest i mean in the ‘could totally take over the world’ way

What did I do?

And when do we start?


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tastefullyoffensive:

[nodunno]

tastefullyoffensive:

[nodunno]


troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

She couldn’t help but laugh as her arms wrapped around his back and tightened her grip, pulling him down onto her as she wiggled her way to get more comfortable with him on top of her like that. “Nervous about being a King or nervous about being my husband?” She asked, tilting her head slightly on the pillow.

"Or both? It’s not both is it? Because I honestly have no idea how I would be able to help you out with those nerves." She let out a breath of laughter, raising an eyebrow at him.

He kept the lower part of his body off on the side while with the help of his elbows kept his upper body ontop of her torso without crushing her,
"A bit of both. I mean, the horror of those days I will not be able to protect our people from their Queen on a Coffee-high… It is truly terrifying to think of what might happen," he teased her, nuzzling his nose against hers.

He hummed in amusement at his own joke, stroking her cheek with his finger,
"In all seriousness however, of what I am nervous for it is the good kind. The joy of knowing that you will be mine. The slight fear of not knowing how it will be or if I will be worthy of you. If you might tire of me," he admitted,
"It is still a good sign. If I felt nothing that is when you should start worrying," he kissed her lightly, feeling a weak beat of her heart against his chest with his bare skin against hers,
"I guess I am more nervous about the expectations I suppose. I know you are the one I want. I have never felt this for another woman. But ever since I was a child I was meant to be a King and somewhere in the distant future there would be a Queen. And she is you."

"I’ll try to cut down on the coffee for you." She whispered, turning her head slightly to kiss his fingers. Her hand slid around and up to his face, brushing her thumb over his lower lip lightly, it was so perfect right at that moment, and she couldn’t even remember the last time she was so hopelessly in love with someone.

She looked down and shook her head slightly when he brought up her being a Queen again, that was something she would never get used to. “As long as you love me, consider yourself worthy.” She looked into his eyes and slid her fingers along his jaw and behind his neck. “The expectations terrify me too. But I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and I know that you’ll be a great King.” She sighed and lifted her head to kiss him. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, however long that might be.”


A Queen and her Huntsman

troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

Anne laughed and pulled back from him, reluctantly pushing him away so she could reach for the lacing up the back and tug it loose. “Eventually you will figure them out.” She wrapped her arm around him again, her free hand going down to tug up the layers of her skirt so she could more easily hook her leg around him and keep his body close.

"Although I am sure there is much fun to be had in teaching you." She smirked, turning her head to kiss him. "If you are willing to learn?"

His fingers crawled around her waist to start pulling at the back of her corsette now that she had loosened it. Once it was more open he slid his hands in to her skin and up along her bare back, a slight satisfied smile on his lips.

"I am more than willing to learn what you have to teach," he smiled, keeping on hand on her back to pull her in to his chest as the other slid down under her skirt too up her thigh.

Anne sighed contentedly at the feel of his fingers on bare skin, pulling up the skirt around her hips properly so he could have more access. She curled a hand around his neck, her fingers combing through the dark ends of his hair as she kissed his lips and moved around to his ear. “I have missed this so very much.” She closed her eyes and moaned softly, more for his benefit than her own. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”


"Fingers Through Your Hair"

ladysifwarriorborn:

annaleyson:

ladysifwarriorborn:

Send Me “Fingers Through Your Hair” for My Muse’s reaction to opening their eyes and finding their head layed back in Your Muse’s lap, while Your Muse Strokes their hair..

"Mhm?" Sif’s eyes flew open, but she immediately relaxed when she recognised the presence of Anna, stroking her hair gently. It was hardly dignified position, her head in Anna’s lap where she did not remember falling asleep, but since no one else was there to see it, Sif allowed herself to close her eyes and nuzzle softly against Anna. She heard music and electric noises in the background. "You still watching the movie?" she mumbled drowsily.

"We could always just wrap up and go up to the roof and watch it?" She suggested, sliding her arms into the jacket one at a time. "There’s an old parasol in one of the tables up there that I’m just too lazy to take down, but it would give us some shelter?" She grinned.

"That sounds lovely." Once Anna had the jacket on, Sif wrapped arms around her and pressed a kiss on her hair before going to put on her own boots and the long coat she had brought from Asgard. Its design was not too different to blend in on the fashion here.

"Onwards!" Sif held the door for Anna.

Anna fastened her jacket and looked outside through the window, smiling at the sky since it seemed to be that thick greyish white that meant it would snow soon. It made her feel like a kid again, and she was glad to know that Sif didn’t mind it. She grabbed her keys before going out the door and took Sif’s hand, pulling her along with her once the front door was closed.


troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

"Well now you can tell them that their prince and his wife to be are eager to have this royal wedding as soon as possible." She pushed herself up on her elbows and kissed him, lightly nipping his lower lip before pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "Leave out the bit about getting it all over with of course."

She laughed and dropped back down on the bed, stretching out underneath him and running her hands over his back. “I love you… My King.” She smirked. “Are you nervous yet?”

"I suppose ‘getting over with it’ might come off as a bit rude yes," he smirked and kissed her back, remaining on his elbows too so they were face to face, his hands holding onto the back of her upper arms, gently stroking the soft skin.

"I love you, my Queen," he winked, his hand continuing it’s exploring journey over her body again,
"Sometimes more than other times."

She couldn’t help but laugh as her arms wrapped around his back and tightened her grip, pulling him down onto her as she wiggled her way to get more comfortable with him on top of her like that. “Nervous about being a King or nervous about being my husband?” She asked, tilting her head slightly on the pillow.

"Or both? It’s not both is it? Because I honestly have no idea how I would be able to help you out with those nerves." She let out a breath of laughter, raising an eyebrow at him.



troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

"Maybe we should just turn the TV around to face the wall?" She suggested, almost laughing at the idea. She reached over to where he was sitting to push back some of his hair, it didn’t change how he looked that much, maybe made him look a bit older. But it was hardly her place to complain when she had used a knife to cut out the blonde dye from her own hair so long ago.

"Right-" She sat forward to put down the now empty bowl on the floor before standing up. "Are you coming to make sure I don’t get eaten looking through the other rooms?"

"Seems like a lot of work," he huffed and looked at her,
"So, how long’s it been since you had a haircut and manicures?" he teased her. Though really did want to know. Had she always been this badass? Had she been a badass on the side with a thing for manicures and hello kitty? Would he have fallen for her if they met under normal circumstances?

He finished the bowl of cereal, more or less sliding down the rest before getting up too,
"Mm sure alright. I’ll make sure you wont turn into dinner."

She held up a few strands of hair and looked at them. “I think it’s been about two years now, and I still take care of my nails.” She said as she pulled out a mini nail file from her back pocket and held out a hand to him, sure, her nails were much shorter than they used to be, but they were still in pretty good condition considering how rare any forms of calcium were.

"You checked the rooms yesterday." She reminded him. "I just… I’m still shit with guns and-" She gestured at her shoulder with her good arm. "I don’t know what kind of rodents might have got in during the night."


"Fingers Through Your Hair"

ladysifwarriorborn:

annaleyson:

ladysifwarriorborn:

Send Me “Fingers Through Your Hair” for My Muse’s reaction to opening their eyes and finding their head layed back in Your Muse’s lap, while Your Muse Strokes their hair..

"Mhm?" Sif’s eyes flew open, but she immediately relaxed when she recognised the presence of Anna, stroking her hair gently. It was hardly dignified position, her head in Anna’s lap where she did not remember falling asleep, but since no one else was there to see it, Sif allowed herself to close her eyes and nuzzle softly against Anna. She heard music and electric noises in the background. "You still watching the movie?" she mumbled drowsily.

"More or less." Anna said while leaning down to pull off her slippers, that she then threw into the living room in passing before going to find her boots. "Can you get my longer coat out of the hallway cupboard? I think it’s finally going to start snowing today."

"Sure." Sif went to rummage through the cupboard and pulled out the coat, then held it up for Anna to slip into. "Maybe we can get ingredients for some glögg and drink that while watching the snow fall. Unfortunately I don’t have a ice bear rug to wrap us in…"

"We could always just wrap up and go up to the roof and watch it?" She suggested, sliding her arms into the jacket one at a time. "There’s an old parasol in one of the tables up there that I’m just too lazy to take down, but it would give us some shelter?" She grinned.


troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

"Oh… Ok, uh… Did you have a date in mind?" She asked, finally lifting her head to look down at him. "I’m guessing they want it all done sooner rather than later?” She raised an eyebrow, rolling her eyes and dropping her head back. “Especially considering how eager your father was…”

She sighed and shook her head. “Just pick any date, before or after our one here I don’t mind.” She pulled one hand free of his and reached down to run it over his hair. “As long as I have you there to keep me standing that’s all that matters.”

"What can I say? They do not like to waste time and they do love planning big events," he told her, smiling into her hipbone when she rolled her eyes. They were painfully different in many ways and often that doesn’t work well, but somewhere along the way they had found a common ground and understanding to one another. 

"I think we should do the one in Asgard first. Since it causes you such stress I would like to get it out of the way so we can focus on our little wedding here," he smiled, using his elbows to push himself up to kiss her lips.

"Well now you can tell them that their prince and his wife to be are eager to have this royal wedding as soon as possible." She pushed herself up on her elbows and kissed him, lightly nipping his lower lip before pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "Leave out the bit about getting it all over with of course."

She laughed and dropped back down on the bed, stretching out underneath him and running her hands over his back. “I love you… My King.” She smirked. “Are you nervous yet?”


"Fingers Through Your Hair"

ladysifwarriorborn:

annaleyson:

ladysifwarriorborn:

Send Me “Fingers Through Your Hair” for My Muse’s reaction to opening their eyes and finding their head layed back in Your Muse’s lap, while Your Muse Strokes their hair..

"Mhm?" Sif’s eyes flew open, but she immediately relaxed when she recognised the presence of Anna, stroking her hair gently. It was hardly dignified position, her head in Anna’s lap where she did not remember falling asleep, but since no one else was there to see it, Sif allowed herself to close her eyes and nuzzle softly against Anna. She heard music and electric noises in the background. "You still watching the movie?" she mumbled drowsily.

"Oh right, so you’re taking me with you to beat up the old ladies?" She laughed and finished off her breakfast too, still having a mouthful as she took the plate to the sink. "I don’t mind though." She said, still covering her mouth as she spoke. "I’ll do that if you carry the bags."

"That’s a deal, my Lady," Sif said and carried her own dishes to the sink. "We will fight old women and afterwards feast on fast food. Are you ready to go?"

"More or less." Anna said while leaning down to pull off her slippers, that she then threw into the living room in passing before going to find her boots. "Can you get my longer coat out of the hallway cupboard? I think it’s finally going to start snowing today."


troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

"Your eyes look tired." She smiled and looked down at him as she lightly brushed her fingers over his cheekbones. "But still very blue, so don’t worry about that." She smirked and let her head drop back down on the pillows, covering his hands with her own as she stared up at the ceiling.

"So when do you have to go back to Asgard again?" She asked, still staring up but trying to lace her fingers in his. "Is there any more official business coming up that you need to take care of?"

"You can start worrying if they start changing color. That should not be possible with me. Other than the whole lightning thing," he shrugged. He figured what she tried to do and laced their fingers together and rested them on her belly over him. 

Looking almost like an exploring animal as he moved his little kisses to her hip bone before pausing again to look at her,
"They do wish for us to set a date for the wedding. The one here they don’t really bother with, but they want a date for the Asgardian one," he explained.

"Oh… Ok, uh… Did you have a date in mind?" She asked, finally lifting her head to look down at him. "I’m guessing they want it all done sooner rather than later?” She raised an eyebrow, rolling her eyes and dropping her head back. “Especially considering how eager your father was…”

She sighed and shook her head. “Just pick any date, before or after our one here I don’t mind.” She pulled one hand free of his and reached down to run it over his hair. “As long as I have you there to keep me standing that’s all that matters.”


"Fingers Through Your Hair"

ladysifwarriorborn:

annaleyson:

ladysifwarriorborn:

Send Me “Fingers Through Your Hair” for My Muse’s reaction to opening their eyes and finding their head layed back in Your Muse’s lap, while Your Muse Strokes their hair..

"Mhm?" Sif’s eyes flew open, but she immediately relaxed when she recognised the presence of Anna, stroking her hair gently. It was hardly dignified position, her head in Anna’s lap where she did not remember falling asleep, but since no one else was there to see it, Sif allowed herself to close her eyes and nuzzle softly against Anna. She heard music and electric noises in the background. "You still watching the movie?" she mumbled drowsily.

"Mmf." Anna shrugged, swallowing the mouthful before speaking again. "I wouldn’t really say so, I just have no interest in dying in some humiliating way."

"Not all people have resolve to keep from dying, even when they do not want to. Do not sell yourself short, Anna." Sif wiped her plate clean and ate the last morsels. "I will need that strength by my side today in the supermarket. Those little old women are nasty, and I am afraid of breaking them if I try to push them aside."

"Oh right, so you’re taking me with you to beat up the old ladies?" She laughed and finished off her breakfast too, still having a mouthful as she took the plate to the sink. "I don’t mind though." She said, still covering her mouth as she spoke. "I’ll do that if you carry the bags."