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    Thor rose to his full height slowly. Lightning ran across his skin, and Peter’s fingers curled into fists at his sides, so tight the leather of his suit creaked as anticipation warmed his belly.

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  2. Public Bookmark 54

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    Loki and Thor have always been on two different paths. But when the Ragnarok was about to fall on Asgard, things changed. Many things changed.

     "We are in the middle of an act. I'm sure you'll want to rest- "
    "We need to talk. Now".
    Thor cut off the attempt to twitch - the nostrils dilated by the unconcealed attempt to contain his disappointment. The two exchanged a meaningful look and it was Loki, intent on nervously fiddling with his hands, who gave away first.

      From the way his brother held Mjolnir, he would not have had any trouble using it if he had put his patience to the edge.
    "Go ahead" ended with a granitic look, giving him his back.
    Thor wanted to argue about what seemed almost an order, but he preferred to keep quiet.

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    In the wake of the war against Nilfgaard, countries like Redenia find themselves lacking in both fortune and name. When Earl de Lettenhove arranges a marriage for his son - the promiscuous cellist Jaskier - in the form of a notorious war veteran, Jaskier must acclimate to his new found courtship. Jaskier hasn’t the faintest of ideas as to why his mother might insist that he court the man he is already promised to marry, but he soon finds out that some courtships are not roses and strolls. Some courtships are horses and dandelions. Balancing a new composition, auditions for an infamous orchestra, and the abhorrent Valdo Marx will not nearly bring him to his wits end as much as verbally combating Lord Geralt of Rivia on the differences between weeds and wildflowers.

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  4. Public Bookmark 57

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    The Queen folds her hands. “So what, then, Lyra? Are you ready to face the reality of this choice? You'll happily marry this strange human you've coaxed to our world, at the cost of our possible alliance with Tellus?”

    Lyra bites her cheek, glancing uneasily to Jaskier before looking back at her mother.

    “Yes,” she says. “I will do so happily.”

    Jaskier goes still in the hands of the guards. His bewilderment is plain for all to see.

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    14 Oct 2021

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    When the days shorten and the trees shrug off their rusty coats Jaskier knows it is time to head towards Oxenfurt. They are somewhere in Temeria on their way to the little village of Anchor. Any day now, Geralt will feel a particular chill in the air and instinctively steer them towards the Pontar. There, Jaskier will steel himself and make some noise about the cold or the stinginess of the crowd – a prelude to his annual soliloquy about how it is about time he heads towards the harbouring arms of the university and its candelabra’d comforts: sans dirt, sans drowner guts, and sans Witcher.

    He strums his lute and sings, “Oh White Wolf, I fear if you do not hear my plea for an ear to my woe, I shall have to go bare, and just so we’re clear, my pants’ll be the first things to go.”

    Roach huffs, and a coin comes sailing towards him, hitting him in the forehead.

    “Fucking ow, you fuck.”

    Geralt snorts. “Just tossing a coin to my barker.”

    Jaskier is going to miss him so much.

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    Dear Reader, I present to you a tale of love, the value of faith and communication, and quite a ridiculous amount of horse content.

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