#nidhogg ingebretsen

shrugs vaguely

lovecraftian superpowers

what is even your deal, nid

(erk when i draw from sketch my art comes out terribly unsaturated and i have to use filters aw man)

In Norse mythology, Níðhöggr (Malice Striker, often anglicized Nidhogg^[1]) is a dragon who gnaws at a root of the World Tree, Yggdrasill.

he blazed too hard

nice hat

old picture of mine that i retouched

the old general once told her, “girl, there is no power in this world–not love, not magic–that can bring a person back to life.”

then, he’d smiled ruefully. “not completely, at least.”

have some weak-ass body horror featuring an oc i never shut up about

he pretends that

the thing she dragged out of the lake a year later

isn’t him anymore

(she knows better)

sometimes i get so lonesome i can’t breathe

sometimes i get so scared that i can’t speak

sometimes i get so worried i can’t hear my heart beat

anyway, anyway

hi again everyone! sorry, ive been tied up by exams a lot recently and haven’t been able to draw much, but i managed to whip this up in firealpaca, i hope you like it! <:

Excerpt from a 1960 encrypted file:

“Níðhöggr Ingebretsen was a Scandinavian-born tier 7 magician that served as acting lieutenant to an Andolucian covert operations cell based in Basilica, Haurent. The cell was lead by the infamous operative mage Lafayette Hajjar, and he was known informally by all relevant members as her second in command, carrying out numerous assassinations under her direction. Certain agents have posited that their relationship was more than professional, a claim that both Hajjar and her handler have denied. He served in her unit for approximately seven years.

On January 15th, 1959, Ingebretsen and Lafayette Hajjar were engaged by the tier 12 magician [NAME OMITTED] during a routine package drop outside the Andolucian embassy in Haurent. Both were grievously wounded during the battle by [NAME OMITTED], whose unprecedented ability to [REDACTED] enabled them to violently incapacitate both agents. The fight mainly took place upon the frozen lake surrounding the embassy, and as a result, the water was heavily contaminated by demons drawn up by the magical energy of the participants.

Analysts surmise that Ingebretsen fell through the rapidly thinning ice at some point during the engagement. Hajjar, who survived the battle, testified that they had become separated due to poor visibility from weather conditions on the battlefield. When finally relocated, she reports that he was found facedown, half in the water. Although alive, demons had visibly eaten away at roughly three-quarters of his body–during her debriefing, Hajjar described the damage as catastrophic and beyond medical help; they had burrowed into his chest cavity, adhered to large patches of exposed epidermis, and reportedly were forcing their way out of his left eye socket when she found him. 

Nonetheless, Ingebretsen was said to have recognized her, and although badly damaged, managed to communicate a request for a mercy kill. Hajjar reports that she took out her sidearm with the intention of shooting him in the head, but suffered a crisis of conscience and instead moved in pursuit of the fleeing [NAME OMITTED], leaving him on the ice. Ingebretsen’s body was subsequently never found–authorities arriving on scene in the immediate aftermath recovered several of his fingers and a number of teeth, but little else. It’s been presumed that he was dragged into the water by the accumulation of demons.

The Andolucian intelligence bureau officially lists Níðhöggr Ingebretsen as deceased, but like most of its drowned operatives, it holds out the hope that he will resurface as an amalgam in one of their regular-interval summonings and return to active duty.

Lafayette Hajjar reports that his last words to her as she held him on the ice were a barely coherent, "It hurts.”

“

you could be the king but watch the queen conquer

firealpaca continues to show me, in excruciating detail, how much i can’t draw anything. lafayette and nidhoggr again. hopefully next few posts will be some worldbuilding/graphics explaining their story.

and its hard to dance, with a devil on your back

            “Don’t you fucking talk to me about Ingebretsen,” Cutler says, more sober than anything. He thumbs a match out of the box, snaps it against the side like a master guitarist. The room becomes incrementally brighter. Mercedes waits.

            “Lafayette saw him drown, you know. Montblanc’s a sadistic asshole, even for a magician. Cut both of them up. Went out on the lake afterwards, saw his blood smeared all over the ice. He’d been dragged under by something abyss-side. Place was black with it.”

            He pauses. “Cigar, Arroyo?”

            “No thank you,” says Mercedes, staring into the teacup. Across from her Cutler is hunched and unreadable, a dark, wiry thing slotted into the dense shape of the armchair.

            “Didn’t see him again until about two years later. One of AMSD’s facilities happened to pull him out of the water in one of their routine systemic summons. Lafayette got the call, ran down. Think that’s the most emotion I’ve ever seen on her at once. Soon as Nid saw her, he nearly tore her arm completely off,” Cutler moves to indicate, “At the elbow. He was crazy like a dog. Didn’t speak at all.”

            A long sigh. “I hear you hate anchor demons, Merché.”

            “Always and forever, sir. I don’t agree with their usage in warfare.”

            “You afraid of water?”

            Mercedes pushed away a bad memory with a shudder. “Aren’t most magicians?”

            “So you know, then, the reason.”

            “Of course.”

            “Laf fought him to a standstill. Took two hours. Wouldn’t let any of the guards or me interfere. I still don’t understand why she didn’t just kill him. They let him return to active fieldwork after all that, incredibly.”

             “I knew Nid. Watching him now, there’s something really wrong. Doesn’t move right, doesn’t talk right. Grins and says terrible things. Most amalgams are like that. I’m inclined to conclude something found his corpse and is wearing it to screw with us.”

            Cutler leans in, fingers steepled underneath his chin. There is a quiet, unnerving desperation in the gesture that makes Mercedes subconsciously inch backwards in her chair. “You know, one of these days, I might kill him, if Hajjar doesn’t. Laf liked him and all, but there’s only so much of his bullshit she can take. You’ve seen the eyes on that kid? There’s nothing in them anymore. He’s empty. Sure, you can search for some resemblance of a soul in him, but if I had to be honest it’s probably rotted away and dangling by its shoelaces somewhere.”

            He stabs his cigar out on the table, a slow, humorless smile smoothing out his features. “The truth is, Mercedes, we’re all too chicken to go in and dredge it up.” 

tips4girls: true boyfriends will let you don their horrific alien visage as a Battle Shawl when it’s cold

nid: tests are in. character is thematically appropriate to depict w/ flower crown

things i do at 1 am, sorry

relationship status: call a fucking exorcist, kid

queens have knights, but sorceresses have dragons.

iguanamouth:

UNUSUAL HOARD commission for caninecompanion, a hoard and oc after my own heart

!!!!! so my best pal caninecompanion surprise-commissioned me a pic for my birthday from this rad artist of a dragon horde featuring my baby Nidhogg!! :> I love it so much @_@ please check out both of these peeps, they do awesome work!

sorry for the long radio silence–i’ve just finished finals, so expect art to resume shortly. :)