Stopping packing to doodle…yeah that’s how it works with me xD distractions galore xD
I’m comfortable in assuming that my NSA file concludes with “really really fucking weird, but poses no threat”
I touch myself whenever I think about you. More specifically, I rub my temples because I get a headache because you’re awful.
"I, Odin Allfather, cast you out!"
"Frigga is the only reason you are still alive, and you will never see her again."
~the look of someone who has just lost what he loves most in all the realms.
My King Sexy fix. aaaaaahhhhhh
King Henry anyone?
Oh yes please, always make room for the King.
Don’t touch my bloody face, Erik.