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izayoichan · 5 years ago

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“What's aquavit?”

Vy licks his fingers and lips, having just finished the leg, the bone standing squeaky clean as Vy ate everything that wasn't bone

“Alcohol from Norway, drunk mostly with the fatty food, they have for Christmas.”

Hayden smiles, kinda impressed with the picked clean bone.

“And if you are more hungry, just dig in. I think we have enough food.”

“Oh yes! I'd like some, mister Chris, I want to try it.”

River lifts his hand, only to get small chuckle from his princess.

“Yeah, me too dad, goes well with this food.”

Hayle just shaking his head, taking a bottle of sake instead, Chris pouring a glass for River and Rylan before he looks at Vy.

“So do you want to try it?” “Yes please!” “The trick to this, for you two new ones, down it all in one go, its why the glass is so small.”

Vy nods, though he's already scurrying the table for something else to bite on, finding some fish and sheepishly taking a bit to his plate with potatoes. Chris handing him a small glass with it, before lifting his own.

“In true Ward family tradition: Merry Christmas, and Skål!”

Smiles as they all drink at the same time. Rylan shuddering a little, remembering why he only does this once a year, but it does oddly help with the heaviness of the fatty food.

“Merry Christmas!”

River downs the drink in one go, letting go of a small cough and sneer, getting yet another chuckle from his boyfriend.

“Okay, strong stuff. But good!”

Vy drinking his own and grimaces coughing holds tongue out grabbing some soda to drink instead, Hayden trying his best not to laugh at the faces he pulls.

“Bitter!!” “It is bitter if I had to choose I'd take Sake, but me and alcohol is a bad combination, so I will stick with Cola.”

Rylan smiles, surprised Vy actually drank it.

“You are now both official family members, drinking that is the gateway” “It is bitter, your cola is better, Hay hay...Can I try sake too?” “Officially Wards then. And little lizard, don't you think it's best you go slow with the heavy drinks? You might get tipsy! “ "What's tipsy?” “Tipsy... It's what happens when you drink alcohol before you get drunk. - tries to think of another way to explain it without really coming up with anything” “You get giggly, silly and unbalanced and so on..”

Hayle nods, still pouring a small glass of the sake so Vy can taste if he wants to.

“He is right, also mixing different types often backfires, although I don't know if you can get drunk... I can't so I just like the taste.” “I don't know... can I still try it?” “Of course.”

Hayle hands him the small glass with Sake, having to wonder if it will have an effect on him or if he is like him not able to get drunk. River finishes his dinner, then pulls a serving of rice-cream with red sauce, taking some for Rylan as well.

“Okay, let's test this!”

Vy takes a sip of sake, smiling widely.

“Oooh! I like!”

He quickly drinks the whole glass and coughs a little, starts glowing green.

“I like it! Have you tried it Hay hay? It's good and sweet!” “I have, but I don't drink as it tends to end badly.”

Hayden smiles, honestly enjoying seeing Vy this comfortable with everything.

"Oh! This is delicious! I like it a lot!”

River grins as the taste of the sweet rice-cream blends with the raspberry red sauce. Rylan just smiling at him, happy he is here, and that his mother let him come after all. He had to admit, he was worried for a bit that he wouldn’t get to be there, and he did feel a bit bad for his mom, spending Christmas eve all alone.

Vy leans back as he is done eating, smiling, patting his stomach.

“Ooh... I am so full! I don't think I have ever eaten this well before! Oh! I forgot something! Be right back!”

He gets up and runs out of the table and upstairs incredibly quick, tripping only twice up the steps and cursing, enters Hayden's room and looks under the bed, pulling the cake.

“Almost forgot!”

River watches Vy go, with a spoonful of rice-cream in his mouth, wincing when he hears him trip up the steps.

“Where is he going?” “Oh... Yeah, I forgot about that, we got a present for you all.”

He smiles, still a little worried though, not sure how he reacts to the alcohol and the fact that he was already tired from healing him.

“Rylan, can you please make sure he gets back down?” “Sure.. And cake?” “From the cafe this morning.” “Oooh, nice!”

Rylan gets up to go help Vy, also thinking he might fall after two stumbles on the way up, Chris looking at the table, realizing there really isn’t any room for a cake.

“Let's make some room for the cake then.”

He starts carrying some off the food back to the kitchen, Hayle helping him, while Hayden just watches them, as River joins the two adults in packing away the leftover food. Vy is slowly going down the stairs when he notices Rylan.

“C-can you help me? I can't see the steps with the cake in front of me...”

he pouts a little, looking over the cake to try and see where he's placing his foot, and still a bit unbalanced.

“Yep, I'm here to help.

He takes hold off the cake, helping Vy down with it.

“You want me to carry it? You seem a bit off balance still.” “I'm okay... I wanna help”

They walk down to the last steps, both them and the cake making it

“Okay, let's take it to the table!”

They bring the cake to the dining table, Vy a big smile on his face” River whistles looking over at the cake.

“Look at that! It's the coffee shop cake alright! I love that cake!”

He laughs, looks at Hayden.

“Your idea?” “No, it was Vy's idea when we were there earlier, to share with everyone.

He looks at Rylan and Vy as they place the cake, noticing his dad giving the same oogly look at the cake that Vy does whenever he sees something tasty, smiling, thinking it must be a dragon thing.

“I just thought it was a great idea.”

Vy sits down next to Hayden again a bit flushed, but glowing green.

“We have cake! It's very tasty and sweet and I love it!”

River sits down and pulls Rylan to sit down next to him, sneaking a quick kiss.

“Who gets the first slice?” “Not you!”

He sticks tongue out at River who laughs.

“I say ladies go first, so princess should get the first slice!” “Oh no, this princess is a nice princess and will wait.” “Since this was your idea Vy, you can take the first slice, or, decide who you think should get the first one.”

Vy looks at the cake and thinks, cuts two slices and hands one to Hayle then the other to Chris-

“... I think you should get it first... thank you for allowing me here, to have dinner with you and live with you... thank you for being kinda parents for me since I d-... since my parents are far away...”

Then cuts two more and gives one to Hayden and the next to Rylan.

“Thank you for being my friends... “

He frowns at River and cuts a slice handing it to River next.

“Even you... stinky. Thank you for being my friend... “

River laughs, nodding at Vy

“It's from the dogs, isn't it?”

Rylan looks at River, then leans inn, sniffing his clothes.

“Yeah, you're clothing does smell of dog Mr, stinky.”

River laughs shaking his head looking at Rylan.

“I didn't even spend the day at the shelter today!”” “It's stuck in them, from all the other days there”

Hayden watches Vy as he talks, realizing he has his half-dragon form smiling to himself -

“You forgot one person Vy.”

He forces his body to stand up, taking the knife from him, and cutting one more slice, before handing it to him.”

“The one who had the idea off having this cake, and the reason I get to have a proper Christmas for once.”

He hands Vy the slice, slumping back down on his chair, smiling at Vy. Hayle smiles, looking up at his husband, then over at the young dragon, feeling proud of the steps he has taken just the last few days.

“Only one thing one can say to that: Welcome home Vy.”

Chris smiles, giving the young dragon a nod, happy he seems to feel as much at home as they want him too. River smiles watching them and presses lips to a thin line, now more than ever deciding to fix himself so he can also, one day be part of this family, which meant, facing his mistake.

“Well... Merry Christmas everyone and Bonn appetite”

Vy smiles at them all feeling home and taking his slice, he is tearing up but happy-

“Home... Thank you! “

Hayden smiles, as everyone starts eating their cake, taking a small bite out of his, knowing that's about all he can manage, smirking as he notices Hayle already eyeing his husband's slice after engulfing his own. Like always, he gets what he wants as Chris just shows the rest of his over to him, the happy grin from his husband just making him shake his head.

“Want to help me with this?”

He looked at Vy, as the cake on his plate had disappeared just as fast from his plate as it had from his dad's. Vy smiling at him, offering him a pice off it as well.

“Sorry, stomach after throwing up and a heavy chocolate cake tend to not mix. So all yours to enjoy.”

The rest of the cake is quickly eaten, Chris collecting plates walking them into the kitchen, followed by Hayle helping him to pack up the rest of the food.

“You can head to the living room if you want, I am just going to get these leftovers where they are needed, and I will be right with you.”

Rylan looks at River, slightly wondering if he is able to move after eating all of it.

“Food coma achieved?” “Almost, give me a couple of more chocolates, and you will be carrying me home. Come on princess.”

He steals a quick kiss before he takes Rylan with him to the living room, where the tree with all the packages under await them. Vy helping Hayden into the living room, putting him in an armchair, finding himself pulled into said chair and Haydens lap seconds later.

“So when do we open gifts?” “Oh, when my dad is back from delivering the food at the local homeless shelter. There might be Christmas songs, although they often happen tomorrow and not today.” “Oh no, Christmas songs!” “Fair warning, your princess can’t sing!” “Good, because this frog can’t either.”

He chuckles and kisses Rylan playfully, brushing back his hair. Vy flushes red, suddenly super conscious that he is sitting on Hayden's lap, he shrinks a little, his glow disappearing as he readies himself for what he needs to do.

“Hayden... I need to tell you something... “ “Mhm?”

Hayle hands the last few packages to his husband, then walks into the living room, just smiling looking at his kids, sitting down in one of the sofa’s just happy to see them so happy, losing himself in just watching the Christmas tree for a bit. Vy looks at Hayden, ready to tell him just how he feels, but stops once he sees Hayle and blushes, even more, getting off Hayden's lap.

“is it present time?”

Hayden looks slightly confused at Vy, having a feeling that wasn’t what he was going to say, then again, maybe it was him reading to much into things.

“Soon, missing one dad still, but when he gets back yes its present time.” “Dad is here, shall we then?”

Chris chuckles as he enters the room, something about this Christmas almost making him feel like when Rylan and Hayden were little kids again. The anticipation could be easily felt in the room.

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#Hayle Ward #Christian Ward #Rylan Ward #Hayden Ward #River Silversweater #Yvreon Nebulae #the ward legacy #Chris gets too much food so he can give to those that need it #he also just likes having alternatives #it was rylen that told him what to do with it all when they were much youngger #and with that it became a tradition for them to do this at christmas #Hayle is really just as bad as Vy when it comes to sweets #they make him happy #I did sneak inn some norwegian food #and drinks #I have tried aquavit once #and I hated it #but it is common here so #I had to add it #and yes #they do let their sons try #having read in books that this maybe stops them from trying on their own #not that either of them are very likely too #as they like their dad can't get drunk #Hayden gets very sick though #so he prefers not to #reusing pictures again #because I simply do not have the time to set it all up and write all this #I am sorry

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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years ago

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A Birthday Gift

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x fem-Reader

Word Count: 5665 (I know, I know)

Summary: The nomad crew have been holed up with you for months and tensions are high. Nat, being an unrepentant pot stirrer, decides to arrange a pleasant birthday surprise for you.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, explicit descriptions of consensual violence, SMUT! PORN! 18+!

A/N: Hello my fellow hoes and sluts! My birthday is today and it has me in some kind of mood, so I hunkered down and blasted out this fic. @stargazingfangirl18‘s lovely Tree Trimming fic has my holes quivering for some hot Nomad sex, so please sit back and enjoy my birthday present to all of you!

You had always hated your birthday.

Fortunately, Nat was completely willing to take your mind off it with a good sparring match. The snow was falling heavy outside of the large windows on the side of the gym, but the minor exertion was keeping you pleasantly warm. You’d been on the mat for almost an hour, but you still couldn’t seem to get your mind to focus.

Of course, it didn’t help when Rogers came in, glowering, to work the bags, giving you a wary look before he settled into his routine.

Nat and the rest of the team had been with you for almost 3 months now. When she had called you after the events in Berlin, to arrange a potential safehouse for her and her compatriots, you of course offered to have them join you at your isolated lodge on the Snæfellsnes peninsula. You were as off the grid as they come, and with the help of your Wakandan friends, still able to provide the modern creature comforts you were sure they had become accustomed to at the Avengers compound.

You had missed Nat, after all. It had been almost 7 years since you last saw her, but the grin she gave you when they landed in the early Autumn made it seem like she’d never left. You got to know everyone else over the months as well. Sam and you bonded quickly after you introduced him to Aquavit and spent the next 2 days helping him slowly move back to solid foods. Vision of course took everything that happened in stride, and while you couldn’t say you were friends, you had developed a mutual respect for each other. Wanda took longer to warm up (understandable after everything she had been through) but when you told her about the time you had spent in Sokovia, she quickly came out of her shell, and the two of you would often stay up through the night reminiscing about your homes. Even Barnes had softened once he got a look at your weapons room and you took it out to the Fjord to test out some next gen tech Shuri had sent you.

The only problem was Rogers.

No matter what you tried, it seemed that every time you got near him his hackles went up. You could feel him watching you constantly, and whenever you met his gaze, he would simply clench his jaw and stalk off like a cat.

“He’s just overprotective.” Nat always said. “He’s a big papa bear protecting his cubs. He’ll warm up.”

You snapped back to the present as Vis and Wanda wandered into the gym chatting idly. She had convinced him to join her out in the snow for a brisk hike, and was now laughing lightly as she brushed a dusting of soft flakes off his shoulders. Bucky was working his way down from the weights level, patting his neck dry with a towel. You heard the pounding on the bags stop, and glanced over to see Rogers unwrapping his hands as he stared at you, but this time he didn’t break eye contact when you met his gaze.

Those deep blue eyes disarmed you, and you lost your concentration for a split second. Nat seized her opportunity and crawled up your back, wrapping he legs around your neck and shoulders to try to get you into a submissive position. You tried to regain your composure, but your instincts kicked in for just a moment, and when you drove yourself back into the mat to break her hold, you landed quite a bit harder than you intended and thought you heard a snap as she gasped out in pain.

“Shit, Nat you good?” You scrambled onto your knees and looked at your friend with concern. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rogers striding over, jaw clenched and brow furrowed. Vis and Wanda stopped their conversation to glance over and Bucky moved quickly to intercept his best friend with a hand on his chest.

Nat broke the tension with a laugh, and everyone in the room relaxed. “God, Y/N, guess you’re still an aggro bitch. I though I might’ve had you for once.”

“Jesus, Nat. I’m sorry, lemme grab you some ice. Anything broken?”

“Don’t think so, just a bruised ego. Look at you, you haven’t even broken a sweat.”

You tossed a pack to her from the freezer, along with her typical post spar electrolyte drink. She gave you a wink as she pressed the pack to her ribs, and you could only shake your head at her.

“Steve, you wanna take over for me?” She said to the large man who was now leaning against one of the windows, only half listening as Barnes tried to distract him, while glaring at you.

You both snapped your heads around to stare at her and started protesting over each other while she grinned back and forth between you.

“That’s probably not a great idea…”

“Don’t want to hurt her…”

“Oh my god, you two are ridiculous. Y/N, you obviously still have to work out your birthday issues, and Steve, you’ve been complaining for the past 3 weeks that me and Buck are getting too predictable.”

“Y/N, it’s your birthday? We should bake you a cake!” Wanda exclaimed, always the little ray of sunshine.

“That’s ok Wand, please don’t.”

“Should we perhaps sing?” Vision was now adding his two cents to the discussion.

“No singing. Thank you, so much, for that, Nat.”

“She’s right Rogers, you’ve been looking pretty bored during our sessions, change of pace might be good for you.”

While you were eternally grateful to Bucky for getting the topic off of your birthday, you really didn’t think Rogers was going to go for this.

“Fine, we’ll give it a shot.”

You looked at him with surprise, but gave a shrug and nodded. You definitely still needed something to take your mind off the day. You loved Nat, but always felt the need to hold back during your sessions, and it might be nice to take the safety off.

Nat looked like the cat that ate the canary for some unknown reason, as she giggled and clapped her hands before setting down onto one of the stools to observe. Bucky looked relieved as he leaned back against the wall, chugging the contents of his water bottle. Wanda and Vis went back to their flirty conversation, content to let you two do your own thing.

You unzipped your hoody and threw it to the side, stretching your neck and bouncing on the balls of your feet to loosen up. Rogers looked you over, eyes lingering over your tattoos that you realized he’d never seen since most of them were easily covered by a long sleeve shirt. He pulled his own sweatshirt over his head, and you had a hard time not taking a second to appreciate just how good his torso looked in a simple grey tee.

“Jesus, you two, just get to it.”

The look you shot Nat was pure poison. You weren’t sure what her game was, but you’d be sure to break out the vodka later tonight and get it out of her.

You squared up with the captain, keeping a loose stance on the balls of your feet while he brought up his fists and shrugged his shoulders.

His first strike seemed sluggish, and you slapped it aside easily, frowning at him. He shuffled forward, throwing a few more jabs that you also dodged. Was he holding back on you?

The next few shots he tried to take all but confirmed it; he was pulling his punches. You ducked around them easily, starting to get frustrated. You stepped inside his reach and delivered three quick strikes to his abdomen, followed by an open-handed push to the center of his chest, causing him to take two steps backwards.

His eyes narrowed at you. He was just hoping to get Nat and Buck off his back. Nat had been trying to get him to interact with you for months, but there was something about you that set off warning bells in his head. He trusted Nat and Nat trusted you, which should have been good enough, but he couldn’t get over the thought that there was something dangerous about you that he couldn’t figure out. He’d hoped that a quick spar would appease Nat and get whatever was bugging him about you out of his system, but he had expected you to be on Nat’s level of physicality. The contemptuous way you slapped his blows aside, and the way you got under his guard fast, only made him more wary.

You saw him adjust his stance and tucked in his arms, and gave him a small smirk as you stepped back and raised your fists again.

He moved forward quickly this time, throwing a quick combo of punches aimed at your head and torso and trying to get his arms around you for a hold. You still dodged his strikes easily and when he tried to put you in a hold, you delivered a swift knee to the juncture of his waist on his left side, dancing back again.

His long hair had fallen into is eyes at this point, and when he straightened back up, the look of appraisal he gave was laced with frustration.

Your breathing was still even and relaxed, and Nat had been right, you hadn’t broken a sweat at all in the past 45 minutes. You loosely rolled one tattooed shoulder and gave him a grin, practically begging him to try again.

He clenched his jaw and rushed you. You kept dodging his blows or batting them aside but when he brought his foot around suddenly you moved a little too slow and felt it glance off your cheekbone. He took advantage of your brief surprise and moved behind you whip fast, wrapping one arm around your neck as he braced the other around your right shoulder and he tried to force you to the ground. You sprung your legs off the mat, raising them above your waist before swinging them back down as you got your left hand behind his head and grabbed the back of his tee, then used your momentum to fling him over your shoulders and toss him 15 feet across the room.

He shot up fast and turned back to with a look of complete shock on his face as he crouched into a protective stance. He stared at you like that for a beat before clenching his jaw and straightening up, rolling his head to right.

You followed his line of sight, perplexed. Bucky had jolted off of the wall and looked ready for a fight, flicking his gaze between you and Rogers. Wanda was staring at you with surprise, but was still relaxed. Vis looked at everyone around the room in confusion, trying to understand where the sudden tension had come from. The only person who seemed unfazed by what happened was Nat, all doe eyed innocence as she sipped her drink, not making eye contact with you or Rogers.

Poor Sam chose this moment to wander in. “Hey, Y/N, I heard it’s your b-day. You ready for me to drink you under… What happened?”

“Fuck’s sake Nat, you didn’t tell them.” You hissed at her.

“It didn’t really seem important, Y/N. Besides, it’s your secret.”

“Not a secret Nat. Jesus.”

“Someone want to tell me what the fuck I missed?” Sam was still flicking his gaze around the room, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Y/N just threw Steve across the room like a ragdoll.” Bucky said.

“Oh, word? Interesting.” Sam said.

“Someone want to explain this situation to me, slowly?” Rogers was looking murderously between you and Nat, and you honestly could have killed her yourself.

“Oh, did everyone not know about Y/N’s brain implants?”

All of you looked at Vision when he piped up, and he got a grin on his face like he had just solved an especially difficult puzzle.

“Baby, I think it’s safe to say only you and Nat knew.” Wanda whispered to him.

“But wasn’t that why we came here? Y/N has been hiding from multiple governments for years and her expertise has been very helpful in shielding us from both the United Nations and Stark industries.”

“Yeah, honey, just assume that you’re the only one who knows what you’re talking about.” Wanda said exasperatedly.

“Oh, well then, Y/N was part of an experimental program run by HYDRA under the guise of SHIELD during the 1990s where adolescents received brain implants designed by Dr. Emil Zola to increase sensory perception, decrease pain receptors, and specifically, maximize the efficiency of fast twitch muscle fibers via the phosphagen system, allowing use of these muscles for longer periods of time without negative effects. This was of course after multiple failed trials with a new super soldier serum.

“The program’s graduates were deployed at the beginning of the second Gulf War, purportedly to hunt terrorists, but were also used as HYDRA’s own assassination squad in the eastern hemisphere. The program was discontinued at the end of 2007 and it was thought that all the graduates were culled, but Y/N simply disappeared on mission at the Wakandan border. I admit, I was a bit surprised when she greeted us as she’s presumed dead by most intelligence agencies, but I thought her history was the reason we chose this location. Did I miss anything?” Vis looked at you with genuine interest.

“No that’s pretty much it, thanks.” You said flatly, running a hand over your face.

“See, not that big of a deal.” Nat shrugged.

“Well, Vis and I are going to head to bed.” Wanda chirped up, looking nervously between you, Nat, and the two super soldiers who were now staring at you again. She ushered Vision out of the room quickly and shushed him as he tried to ask if he had done something wrong.

“You really didn’t think this is something I might have wanted to know Nat?” Steve had now turned his attention back to your friend, murder written all over his face.

“No, Steve. Like I said, this is Y/N’s business and it changes literally nothing about how much I trust her. I can’t help it that you got your panties in a bunch over some perceived threat when I told you over and over again that I would willingly put my life in her hands in any situation.”

“You should have told them Nat.” You shook your head at her. She was still playing some sort of game, you could tell, but you didn’t know what.

“Ok, fine, I’m sorry. I just didn’t think you wanted the drama, or to have Barnes look at you like some little lost lamb.”

“Aw geez, Buck, stop looking at me like that or I’m going to punch you. I’m fine.”

“Ahm, sorry.” Bucky’s look of overwhelming sympathy would have been heartbreaking if it had been directed at anybody but you, and you really couldn’t handle that right now. “I’m here to talk if you ever need it.”

“Thanks, Barnes.”

“Besides, you and Steve are both in desperate need of a good fuck, and I thought an impromptu discovery like this would give you the push you need.”

And there it was.

“Well, I’m going to have to make it a rain check on those birthday drinks Y/N, look at the time, it’s… 6 PM. Let’s go Barnes.” Sam was now looking everywhere except at you and Rogers as he did his best to drag Bucky, who was doubled over crying with laughter, out of the gym.

You and Steve glared at Nat as she just sat there grinning, looking overly pleased with herself. A flush was creeping up Rogers neck as his fists tightened and loosened. You could see his jaw clenching under his beard and the tendons on his neck stand out in a look of absolute fury.

“You are such a meddling bitch, Romanoff.” You growled at her. Sure, it had been a while, but you were plenty capable of taking care of yourself, which you had told her after she plied you with three bottles of good Russian vodka.

“Yep.” She hopped off her stool and tossed her ice pack into the freezer. “I’m gonna leave you two to it. Talk, fight, fuck, do something. Your sexual tension is bringing down the vibe.”

She easily dodged the kettle bell you lobbed at her head with a laugh as she scurried out of the gym, closing the door behind her.

After about a minute of uncomfortable silence, you and Rogers turned back to each other. His face was no longer bright red as he looked at you, but you noticed something new in his gaze. His pupils were dilated as he peered at you through the hair that had fallen into his eyes. His breathing was deeper as he stepped closer and looked down at you. You were quite a bit taller than Nat, but still only came up to his eyes. He had moved his gaze to your chest, which was rising and falling in a slightly faster rhythm as he took you in, before moving it to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

“Wanna talk?” he asked.

“Nope.”

“Fight?”

“OK.”

You both took several steps back, retreating to your corners. Some unspoken agreement passed between you and Steve ripped off his t-shirt and sweatpants, until he was down to only his boxer briefs. You removed your sweats as well until you stood there in your sports bra and boy shorts. Neither of you examined whether you were doing this to increase your range of motion or for some other, hungrier reason.

You gazed at each other for a beat, drinking each other in. Steve rolled his broad shoulders and neck, bending from side to side briefly as you watched the muscles in his abdomen tighten and relax as he stretched. You reached your arms over your head before folding yourself over to wrap your arms around the backs of your thighs, twisting yourself to loosen your back muscles and feeling his eyes on you the whole time.

After straightening back up, you each gave each other a swift nod then rushed forward wordlessly.

You managed to gain the upper hand first when you vaulted over him as he dove at you, wrapping one arm around his throat as you carried your momentum and brought him to the ground, coiling your legs around his torso like a snake and stretching his right arm out with yours, pinning it in place.

He reached his left arm over his shoulder and punched you in the face.

You let go of him with a grunt and rolled up quickly, but he was able to get behind you and grabbed your left wrist with his right hand, hauling you over his shoulder while his left arm wrapped around your thigh and he drove you backwards into the mat, knocking the air out of your lungs before rolling over to try to pin you.

You got one leg between the two of you and drove your foot into the center of his chest, sending him flying across the room to crash into the free weights. You didn’t give him a chance to recover before charging back into him driving a fist into first his ribs, then his hip and causing him to buckle over before you wrapped one knee around his chest and rolled forward, slamming him into the ground so hard the floor cracked as you went to straddle him.

He caught your knee and carried you into a kneeling position before throwing you into the sandbags with enough force to knock one loose. You landed heavily and grabbed a kettle bell, whipping at him. He barely dodged it as he covered his head and it glanced off his forearm, giving you enough time to rush forward.

He caught you in the center of the mat and twisted you over him until you were pinned; one of your wrists in each of his hands above your head, legs wrapped around your thighs forcing them apart as he pressed his whole body weight into you.

You stopped struggling finally and stared up at him. You both were breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Steve’s hair was falling into his eyes, which were now lust blown as he stared at your lips. You could feel the muscles in his torso twitching against you as he held you in place.

He suddenly released your wrists without a word, and brought one hand behind your head to pull your mouth to his hungrily. His tongue ran along your lower lip and you opened yourself up to him, sighing into his mouth.

His other hand worked its way down your back as his legs loosened their hold on yours and he pressed your hips into his. You felt him start to grind his hardened cock into your mound and let out a low moan. He growled into your lips before releasing your head and started to kiss and bite his way down your neck, drawing soft whimpers from you as he did.

When he reached the tops of your breasts he pulled away from you suddenly to skim one hand up your abdomen before hooking three fingers under the edge of your sports bra and slowly drawing it over your head, eyes boring into yours as he did so. Once his obstacle had been removed, he nuzzled his face into the valley between your tits before gently sucking a bruise there as his beard scratched against your skin. He then moved his mouth to first your right nipple, then your left; rolling them between his teeth and tongue as you pressed your chest further into his face with a gasp.

He continued his downward journey, dipping his tongue into your navel before he reached the top of your shorts. He slowly drew them down your thighs and off until you were laying underneath him, fully bare and wanton, your cunt clenching around nothing as he stared up at you, resting his chin on your lower abdomen as his eyes asked you a silent question and you nodded, almost imperceptibly.

He drew your knees over his shoulders and pulled you down until his beard was flush against your mound. He nuzzled into the soft hair there before kissing the inside of your thighs slowly, his beard scratching the soft skin there as he gently ran the edge of his teeth up to your juncture then back down at an agonizingly slow pace. When you felt him breathe against your entrance, you wrapped one hand in his hair and moaned, and when his tongue found your clit you screamed and arched your back into him.

His tongue slowly circled your clit as he brought up his right hand and brushed his pointer and middle fingers through your arousal slowly, before inserting one finger into your pussy at a deliciously slow pace. You felt him smile against you as you moaned, wrapping your thighs around his neck as he moved in and out, curling his finger against that soft, spongy spot over and over again before adding another finger.

His tongue had stopped drawing it’s slow circles and was now pressing and releasing against you at faster intervals, causing your breath to hitch in your chest as you writhed against his face. He held a third finger at the edge of your entrance and when you pressed yourself into it, he inserted it into your canal, stretching you so good you let out a thin whine. He shook his head back and forth quickly but gently, adding a brand new sensation before he began to suck on your clit.

All the breath rushed out of you at once as you brought your second hand to press his head further into you. His fingers were fucking into you fast now and you felt the tension in your abdomen building as he alternated between sucking and licking at the small bundle of nerves. When he finally latched on, at the same time he curled all three fingers against your g-spot, you came apart around him, screaming his name as your thighs wrapped around his head like a vise as every muscle in your back tightened, thrusting your torso off the mat violently before you sank back down, relaxing as Steve helped you ride it out.

His name was the first thing either of you had said in almost 15 minutes, and he didn’t want to break the silence now. He was afraid if either of you spoke, you’d break the spell that seemed to have settled over you. Instead of saying anything, he gently pulled you down until you were straddling his waist, then nuzzled his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder before resting his forehead on yours and staring into your eyes.

You looked back at him, blinking slowly as you moved your hands down to his hips and slipping your fingers under the edge of his boxer briefs. You slipped them over his hips slowly, and you felt his legs shifting in between yours as he moved himself to help you remove them, never breaking eye contact with you. You matched each other’s breathing as he shifted his hips and lined himself up at your entrance, his eyes giving you a pleading look. You shifted your hips closer to him, and he slowly breached you with his tip, closing his eyes as he did so and letting out a low moan from the back of his throat. He started thrusting into you slowly, trying not to collapse on top of you as he held himself back.

You brought your face up to his and slowly kissed him, gently drawing your tongue along the outside of his lips. The hand you didn’t have buried in his hair moved to his lower back and pressed him into you further, and you softly whispered against his mouth “Please…”

He let out a feral growl and settled his full weight on top of you as his hands moved from their supportive positions. One moved underneath you to hold you against him as he fucked into you fast, the other buried itself in your hair as he wrenched your head back and ran his teeth over your throat, nipping at the small hollow at its base. His hand on your back tilted your hips so each drive of his brought him flush against your clit, and you started breathlessly whimpering as he drove into you at a punishing speed.

Your second orgasm came almost without warning. You felt yourself flutter around him one moment when he suddenly tilted your hips just right and you were seeing stars, your body spasming as an uncontrollable wave of pleasure crashed over you repeatedly.

Steve still wasn’t finished though. He gave you a kiss like a starving man before pulling out of you suddenly. You groaned at the loss before he flipped you over fast and slammed back into you, causing you to let out a cry as his tip kissed your cervix.

He maneuvered you into the position he wanted quickly; one knee hooked over his leg and brought up close to your side with your other leg stretched behind you. He brought one arm underneath you to wrap a massive hand around your throat while the other tangled itself in your hair and drew your head back enough for him to kiss you hard, shoving his tongue down your throat as he continued to drive into you.

You had another orgasm almost immediately. Your pussy was fluttering and clenching like crazy as your body almost vibrated with pleasure. Steve still wasn’t slowing down and you were having so much trouble catching your breath you were worried you were going to pass out. You couldn’t stop driving your hips back into him though, matching his pace and feeling the tension in your core begin to gather again. You rolled your eyes back in your head and let out a thin whimper as you moved a hand between your thighs, trying to gain some sort of control over your own pleasure before your brain short-circuited.

Steve ripped your fingers from your throbbing clit with a growl and replaced them with his own, drawing harsh circles around the overstimulated bundle as you gasped and whimpered. He moved the hand he had at your throat to cup your chin, and tugged at your bottom lip with his thumb. You opened your mouth to gently nip at the rough pad as you felt his hips start to stutter, and he when he bit into your shoulder harshly you let out a scream and came apart violently, shaking underneath him uncontrollably.

His own release was right behind yours, and you felt his hot spend coating your insides as you fluttered around him and he wordlessly roared into your ear. He collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your neck and breathing deeply as he moved his hand from your face to softly cup your breast, lazily rolling one nipple in between his fingers and you came down from your respective highs.

You felt him softening inside you as you started to untangle yourselves. He slowly pulled out and you let out a small sigh at the loss of him. You heard him groan as he caught the sight of his cum slowly leaking out of your swollen cunt, and he left a slow trail of kisses down your spine before gently turning you over.

You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and pulled your face up to his, kissing him deeply as your other hand trailed through the hair on his chest before coming to rest on his abdomen. He rested his forehead against yours again as you both got your breathing under control, before he broke out in an absolutely sinful grin.

You both started laughing then, the previous tension completely broken as you buried your face in his neck and he held you close to him, shaking with laughter.

“Oh my god, I really did need a good fuck.” You said breathlessly, tears leaking down your cheeks.

“Yeah, well I’d say we shouldn’t give Nat the satisfaction of knowing she’s right but I doubt she wasn’t listening in this whole time.”

“Jesus, of course she was. She’ll never stop meddling now.”

He grunted in agreement before giving you a brief kiss to the top of your head, then you separated yourselves to stumble around and locate your clothes.

The gym was an absolute wreck. Aside from the crack in the floor, the weight racks had fallen over in a domino effect after you had kicked Steve into one and two of the sandbags were leaking everywhere.

You were both covered in bruises from the sparring session and the stiffness you always felt after overexertion seemed to have multiplied tenfold as you struggled to pull your sweats back on, groaning at how tight your muscles were. Steve seemed to be feeling it as well as he let out a hiss through his teeth when he pulled his sweatshirt back over his head.

Once you were both dressed, he stalked over to you like a cat and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulling you in for one more kiss.

“Guess we should go face the rest of them.” He said, resigned.

You groaned as he dragged you out of the gym, hand in hand, to endure what you were sure was going to be a chorus of cat calls and innuendos, but when the two of you arrived in the living area, it was just Nat curled up on the sofa, giving the two of you a satisfied smirk.

“Where is everyone?” You asked her, looking around to see if maybe they had moved into the kitchen.

Nat threw back her head and laughed. “Oh they all ran out into the snow once you two really got started. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look as embarrassed as Bucky did in my entire life. He forgot his shoes.” She was crying with laughter.

“Outside, Nat, it’s freezing out there!” The sun had already gone down with how late in the year it was and once that happened, the temperature would drop severely.

“I told them but they couldn’t handle it. Bunch of prudes.”

“Yeah, while you sat here and listened, you pervert.” You and Steve started pulling on boots and coats to head out after them.

“I’m the pervert! While you two had the world’s loudest fuckfest less than 20 feet away from the rest of your housemates, hey!” You had thrown her coat at her face and she caught it to shrug around her shoulders. “They probably had to go out five miles before they weren’t able to hear you.”

Steve growled at her as he ripped the front door open and headed out with you on his heels.

“Oh, you’re welcome by the way! It sure would be nice to get some appreciation for your birthday gift, Y/N… shit.”

Steve had lobbed a snowball the size of a golden retriever at her that she barely dodged at the last minute, cursing under her breath.

Steve wrapped an arm around you as you headed out into the fields to find your poor housemates and apologize, nuzzling himself into your hair with a grin. “Happy birthday.” He murmured to you, giving you a quick kiss before ruining the moment by bellowing “Barnes, get your dumbass back here, you forgot your boots!”

You grinned at him, looking up at the sky where the borealis had started and thinking that maybe birthdays weren’t so bad after all.

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turnedtolead · 6 years ago

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Lifted - Part 6

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When they reached the restaurant, Loki managed to secure them the finest table - a private, spacious, dimly lit booth overlooking the sea. Anna initially stood to the side and watched him talk up an incredibly attractive blonde waitress who was falling all over him, touching his arm as she laughed flirtatiously. To be fair, the man could charm the skin off of a snake.

"This is amazing," Anna said as soon as she caught sight of their view. The boats on the harbor twinkled like fireflies scattered out across the water while the green lights of the aurora danced through the glass ceiling above them. It was an incredibly private table - the best in all of Alta, she was sure of it.

Loki smiled, always intrigued by her reactions to to even the most unremarkable things. The table was adequate, remote if nothing else. If she could only see Asgard... he thought, immediately forcing himself from his thoughts. The notion was absurd. Dangerous.

"Hi again," the same blonde said as she sauntered over to their table, her Norwegian accent as thick as the makeup plastered on her face. She had two long braided pigtails, bright pink lipstick and her skin was unnaturally tan for the arctic terrain. She looked like a Scandinavian barbie doll.

"I'd like a bottle of your finest red," Loki said nonchalantly as he inspected the menu, paying her no real mind. "Anna?"

"Red is fine," Anna smiled, nodding at the waitress who was looking down at her in disgust, no doubt wondering what the hell a man like that was doing here with someone like her. Still, she was all too happy to lean over Loki to fill his glass with water, her breasts practically spilling out onto the table. When he continued to pay her no mind, she sighed and stalked off.

"She's pretty," Anna said, her insecurities finally getting the best of her. Truthfully, she was curious about his tastes and wanted to gauge his reaction on the matter.

"Mmm," Loki said, entirely uninterested. "I hadn't noticed."

"So," Anna said casually, trying not to make a big deal of what she was about to ask. "Do you like - have a girlfriend? A wife?"

"Beg your pardon?" he asked, finally glancing up from the menu to look at her.

"Back home," Anna said casually, placing a cloth napkin across her lap as she looked down. "Just making conversation."

"I do not," he said after a moment, thrown off by her invasive inquiry. He continued to study the meal options.

"Oh. Boyfriend?"

Loki placed the menu down and crossed his arms over his chest, looking over at her irritably. "No."

"Okay, sorry," she said defensively, getting nervous from his reaction. "I just, there's a lot I don't know about you."

"And I you," he snapped, in a somewhat accusatory tone.

"Here you are," the waitress said cheerfully as she quickly returned with the wine, unknowingly breaking the growing tension at the table.

She filled their glasses and placed two shots filled with a clear liquid in front of them, winking at Loki. "Complimentary akvavit. Do you have any questions about the menu?"

"Lord," Anna whispered, picking up the drink and inspecting it. She knew this stuff well. One shot of it and on top of the wine, she'd be three sheets to the wind in no time.

"No," Loki said flatly in response to the waitress as he watched Anna. She was certainly a peculiar mortal. "I'll have the salmon."

"That sounds great, actually. Me too."

"I'll be back then," the waitress replied, once again disheartened by Loki's lack of attention to her.

Anna sighed as she looked at the array of alcohol in front of her. She shouldn't have it. But if she was going to get any answers from him, it was a necessity to drink - to really drink. She knew she didn't have the gall otherwise.

Loki lifted the aquavit to his lips and threw it back quickly, his eyes never leaving hers. Anna reluctantly did the same.

"That's vile," she laughed finally, wincing in disgust.

"Indeed," he agreed, smirking. Loki had never been one to get rip-roaring drunk, but he enjoyed a good wine or mead with a meal every now and then. Akvavit, however, was apparently repulsive no matter what realm he was on.

"I like that suit. You look nice," she said with a small, polite smile, pushing the loose strands behind her ears. Really, really goddamn nice.

Loki raised his eyebrows and looked down at his attire. Again, something so lacking in comparison to what he was used to.

"You look... well," he managed to say in response, taking a long swig of his wine. You fool, he said, silently reprimanding himself for the idiotic remark. Well certainly did not properly convey how she looked.

"Thanks," she replied, trying hard to take that as a compliment as she smoothed out the fabric on her lap. "It's the only dress I have, but I do love it."

"Do you desire more?" he asked suddenly, matter-of-fact. Why hadn't it occurred to him? She had very little to her name. Certainly there were other things she required.

"Oh, no, that's not what I meant, I-"

"Anna, I have means," he said, thoroughly enjoying the fact that he did. "You've been of great service to me. I wish for you to have whatever it is that you desire."

Anna felt her face go hot at his words. Whatever it is that you desire. She hated it, hated that every single time she was around him, her mind eventually went there. He exuded raw sexuality with every look, every breath he took - did he have any idea? Was he doing it on purpose?

"You've given me enough," she said quietly, looking down as she was afraid he could somehow read her thoughts.

"Perhaps a weekly stipend would be appropriate? For your services."

"Luke, I-"

"I must insist."

"Sure, I guess," she finally shrugged, throwing her hands up as she stifled a laugh. She knew that if she argued the night would go south quickly, and that was not what she wanted. She would fight him about it later, but decided to let it go for now. "This is crazy."

"Is it?"

"At the beginning of the month I was set to leave this place behind," she said, shaking her head incredulously. "Now I have a job, a roof over my head. I wake up every morning in the most beautiful place and..."

"And?"

"I don't even mind the company," she smiled, raising her glass of wine.

Loki smirked and took a sip of his own. "How is your wound?"

"Oh, fine," she said gratefully, wincing down at it in the dim light. "There's hardly anything there."

"May I?"

Anna swallowed and nodded. She reached slowly across the table, trying not to flinch as Loki took a gentle hold of her hand. He inspected the wound closely by the light of the candles, turning her hand every which way to get a better look. He traced the barely noticeable line with his fingertips, discreetly using his magic to feel beneath her skin. There was no infection brewing, no further complications. It was practically healed.

Just as he was about to release his hold, he caught sight of a ring she frequently wore, noticing the details for the very first time. It was tarnished gold with a familiar tree etched onto the flat face of it. Around the tree were nine incredibly small gemstones, each a different color.

"Yggdrasil," he whispered in awe.

Anna raised her eyebrows, shocked again by his knowledge of Norse mythology. "Yes. Wow. How did you know?"

"Where did you find that," Loki asked seriously as he released her hand, certain he had seen this ring before in his lifetime, though he could not place where.

"At a winter market, a couple of years back," Anna replied, looking at him curiously. "There was a Sami vendor selling old jewelry. She claims it's from the 10th century, if you can believe it. Probably just wanted to make a sale."

"Did she say where it came from?"

"I think Tønsberg?"

Loki's jaw tensed. He didn't know the names of many places in Norway, but Tønsberg, especially 10th century Tønsberg, he was familiar with. It was there Odin fought Laufey and the frost giants, protecting Midgard from a new ice age. Not long after, Odin brought the battle to Jotunheim, where he first found Loki.

A chill swept over him as he looked out onto the harbor. From the moment he met the girl he knew she was his ticket home. Was this the answer? Was this what he was supposed to retrieve? This ring was not of Midgard. And he had seen it somewhere before. But where?

"Luke, are you religious?" Anna asked, noticing how out of sorts he suddenly looked. "I don't want to keep offending you with this stuff."

"That I am not," he said, coughing as he tried to keep his composure. "It does not offend me."

"When Bjorn would - find my altars or find me doing anything that was, well, what he'd consider to be out of the ordinary, he'd -"

Loki stopped fidgeting, stopped looking frantically around the room for any sign that this was his answer. The waitress brought over their entrees and a basket of breadsticks and left again.

"He'd what?" he asked quietly, his eyes flickering to hers, his expression darkening.

"Hit me," she whispered after a moment, gazing out into the night as she took another drink. She was embarrassed, ashamed by the admission - one she wouldn't normally make so freely. It was clear that the liquor was starting to take hold.

Loki's grip tightened around the stem of his glass. He swallowed hard, but said nothing. It wasn't surprising - he remembered the imbecile all too well, remembered the way he'd handled her in the cafe. He recalled how she had acted in the kitchen when he lost his temper this morning, the look in her eyes, how she cowered from him. The realization made his stomach turn.

"I'm still paranoid he's there, you know," she continued, still staring out the window, her arms wrapped around herself as if she felt a chill. "Waiting in every dark corner. It's hard to sleep. Sometimes I think the fear alone will kill me."

"I'm sorry," was all he could manage, the rage surging within him. If he ever crossed paths with the man again, he would certainly end him. This he vowed.

"I'm sorry too," she said, shaking her head. "Sorry I stayed so long."

"Why did you?" he asked incredulously, trying hard to watch his tone. It would do no good to berate her on the matter. She had made her choices, good and bad. He found he could relate to that.

"For a while, he wouldn't let me go. And I was too sick, too afraid," she said, taking a small bite of her breadstick. "Eventually he started screwing around with someone else, so the focus was off of me. He wanted me gone, to go back to the states, back to a home that didn't exist anymore."

A home that didn't exist anymore... that too sounded familiar.

"I just couldn't leave Alta."

"But why?" he pressed, growing impatient.

Anna swallowed. "The dreams."

Loki remembered her briefly discussing her dreams the day they met. She had taken up residence with a man clearly not worth her time for... dreams? It was asinine, to say the least. Midgardians, on the whole, weren't exactly the prophets some believed themselves to be. Nevertheless, it intrigued him. She intrigued him.

"These dreams of yours," he said casually, taking a bite of his salmon. "There must be something truly extraordinary about them."

"If I told you, you'd think I was nuts."

"Try me."

"I've had the same recurring one for a long time. One where I find him," she said proudly, her chin raised with an unapologetic smile. The alcohol was most definitely giving her courage now, for this was something she hadn't ever shared with anyone. "I find Loki."

"I beg your pardon?" he asked, choking slightly on his drink. He never got used to hearing his name on her lips.

"I'm in a forest, lit only by the moon. I know it's Alta, because I can see the cathedral down below the trees and off in the distance," she said, taking another long sip of wine, recalling the dream like a fond memory. "I'm running and running frantically through the trees to get away from something and I'm terrified. And I feel sick - really sick. I see this faint green light, deep in the woods, so I go towards it."

"And?"

"And when I finally reach it, he's there. I can't remember his face, but I don't need to. I know it's him," she replied, wiping a stray tear from her eyes. "I cry, and he holds me. And I'm not afraid anymore. No matter how I've tried, I can't ever forget that feeling. I was safe. I was... home."

Loki felt sickened by her words. If by some chance in the nine realms she had been granted prophetic abilities, if it was no accident that they were to meet, then why hadn't he been sent to help her earlier? Why was it necessary for her to live through torture while she waited for his aid? The thought was maddening. He cursed Odin silently, for the billionth time in his existence. Why her?

"So that was it," he said, suddenly unable to keep his voice from growing in anger and disgust, the guilt overwhelming him. "That was the reason you stayed. You endured years of agony. All because of a foolish dream."

Anna was taken aback, hurt by his words, even in her slightly inebriated state. But instead of backing down, of being usual coward that she was, she simply glared at him.

"Look," she said impatiently, her voice shaky. "I'm grateful for everything you've done for me. Truly. But when I've had nothing, when I was beaten and bruised, laying in hospital beds, when I was sick and alone and no one could fucking help me, praying to him was the only thing that I had, the only thing that got me through. So no one will ever tell me again what's ridiculous."

Loki stiffened and his jaw tensed as he returned the glare. Her words cut him. She had no idea what a monster, what a fool she worshipped, but she worshipped him all the same. He didn't come here for her. In fact, he housed her merely for his own benefit. He was not a savior, not the god she fantasized existed. He wasn't worth her pain, her tears, her prayers. And she would never know the truth. Never.

"My apologies," he said quietly after a minute, tearing his gaze away from her. He had certainly done cruel, inane things in his time, but belittling a meek and abused mortal, one whose world apparently revolved around him, was a new low point. "I suppose it's not the proper time to inquire about your illness."

Anna wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and shook her head, unable to look at him. He knew. Somehow, he knew something was wrong.

"Not particularly."

Loki nodded. He had no desire to upset her further, but with the events of the morning and her frequently mentioning her ill health in passing, he began to suspect that something was going on. She seemed exhausted by dinner most nights, frequently complained about aches and pains and today he watched more blood pour from her hand than he knew was normal.

"I won't press the matter," he said, removing his napkin from his lap and placing it on the table. "But if you feel unwell, if you feel you cannot cook or clean, I -"

"I can," she said, rather irritably. "Please. I don't want to have this argument again."

"Very well, but if there's something I should know I -"

"Luke."

"And I would never harm you," he said suddenly, quietly, before he could stop himself. Every one back home surely hated him, surely thought he was the scum of the nine realms. He didn't give a damn what a single one of them thought. But he cared what she thought. For whatever reason, he did. And she needed to know. She needed to know that she was safe.

Anna looked up at him through watery eyes and nodded.

"I know," she whispered. And she did. "I know that."

Loki returned the nod solemnly, grateful when the second bottle of wine arrived. The two continued eating their meals in silence.

By the end of dinner, Anna was tired and intoxicated. Loki, much to his surprise, was also feeling the effects of the alcohol. A heavy depression hung over the table. She was certain by now he thought she was crazy but the worst was that she clearly harbored some type of feeling for a man she barely knew; a puzzle of a man that clearly had no interest in her. And why would he? She was pathetic, really. Battered. Sick. A complete mess of a person. She had no business being drawn to him, no business expecting anything from him. They had an arrangement, that was all. She was nothing more than a charity case.

Loki's own racing thoughts turned from Anna to Asgard, to his battle with Thor on the Bifrost, to his actions in Puente Antiguo. It had been a month and there was no word, no explanation, no time frame as to when this would all be over. Just exile. Just isolation. And now he had been thrust into the company of a kind, beautiful mortal, a mortal who unknowingly thought of him as her god, who was clearly suffering in more ways than he could admittedly comprehend. There was nothing accidental about it, about any of it.

His head hurt. He didn't want to think about it, about any of it. He didn't bring her here to give her the third degree about her painful life, but somehow, that's exactly what it had turned into.

"Did you enjoy your meal?"

Anna jumped at the sudden sound of his voice, as she had grown used to the silence. She smiled. "It was really delicious. You?"

"Indeed. The fish was quite fresh."

"They catch it right out on the Altaelva. I don't think there's better salmon in the whole world."

"Do you care for dessert?"

"I'm fine. What about you?"

"I do believe I drank too much," he said, unbuttoning his blazer for the hundredth time, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ward off his worsening headache.

"Cheers to that," Anna said, holding up her empty wine glass.

"She is attractive," Loki said randomly as he glanced over at the waitress who was walking back towards their table. "But not exactly my taste."

"No?" Anna said, leaning into the table curiously with a hint of an amused smile, her heavy mood lightening. This was much more fun, a good distraction. "And what exactly is your taste?"

Instinctively, before he knew what he was doing, before he could stop himself, Loki's heavy gaze fell briefly over Anna.

As soon as he had realized what he had done, his eyes shot back up to hers and the two stared at one another. He prayed she didn't notice, prayed she was too intoxicated to realized, prayed that he could merely blame it on the shot and the bottle and a half of wine he drank...

Anna's heart began to race. What the hell was that?

"Are you ready for dessert?" the waitress said, popping up with a fake smile.

"Ah, no," Loki said quietly, suddenly unable to look at the shell-shocked woman sitting across from him. "We'll take the check."

#loki #x #ofc #fanfiction #fanfic #thor #marvel #writings

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youhavereachedtheendofpie · 4 years ago

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whoa okay the thing is I’m not that interesting but I will try

1. I once got lost in New Zealand because I missed my tour bus, which was bad because that bus was supposed to take me from Mt Cook to Queenstown, so I had to make my own way there (I was on a vacation week during my school exchange year, and I was 17 and travelling alone). Luckily the tourism infrastructure in New Zealand is A+++, so I just had to jump buses a few times and got to my destination alright.

2. US customs at the airport in Detroit confiscated the bottle of booze I had in my carry-on that was supposed to be a gift for my stepfather’s colleague. All the customs agents were very short - I think the tallest one barely came up to my shoulder??? - and very jumpy and tense but I was too looped from my jetlag to fully grasp the gravity of the situation and tried to argue with them that I was of age and therefore it was okay for me to have this fine bottle of genuine swedish Aquavit that I had personally picked up from the liquor store. They wouldn’t be convinced and bagged it. Let it be known that I was either 19 or 20 at this point, so we were both right, though personally I think most US laws including that one are bull and therefore I think I am more right. Well, I hope the five dwarves enjoyed that Aquavit with their, presumably, equally as diminutive colleagues.

3. when I was 7 I won a drawing contest and had my work featured in our local newspaper

#pie replies #tag game #why were all those US customs dudes so short?#I'm tall but not that tall ya know?#I'm 5'9 and they were all at least a head shorter than me #I felt like a viking #an annoyed viking #ahopelessromanticwritersworld

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twentyminutemiso · 5 years ago

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Am i insensitive for going round in expectation of pipe?

He called me saying he was in a bad place and that I should come round. But obviously I thought that meant he was just feeling a bit sad and a bit low and i could probably lay some nookie on him and cuddle.

So I was surprised when I got there and he said he wasn’t sure what to do, that the people were shouting at him and having a go at him. I said who? And he said he didn’t know, just people. Voices.

His place was in even more of a state than it usually was. clothes towel on floor suitcase obstructing the door tobacco everywhere sofabed uncovered shoes empty bottles. He felt really embarassed about it. He said he didn’t want me to see it like this but he was just desperate to have someone round because of how alone he felt.

Had this happened before? What had he done in the past? How did his family feel about it?

He was on meds but he came off them very recently because they weren’t good for him he said. They gave him priapism. He’d been in an argument with his mum who isn’t on his side any more, she wants rid of him he says. She’s ashamed of him. His brother and his sister want him back for Christmas though.

He hears the neighbours talking through the wall and he asks me, doesn’t he hear them insulting him, and calling him names, and saying he’s a psycho. He says his coworker walked past him and whispered in his ear “psycho”. He says he feels very triggered by the word. People are talking to him then right when I’m there, saying he’s a bad person, that he’s done bad things. He talks about feeling a lot of guilt.

We talk about music he can listen to because when he puts on certain songs he keeps pranging out at the words, thinking that the songs are calling him names. I say he could try Steve Reich - obviously he says something about the Third Reich and I say I knew he’d bring that up, and he tries to laugh it off but I think he’s in a bad headspace. I say that I’ll send him some things, and ask what he’s found helpful. He says Dilla. He also says he likes an album called something like Blues in Motion or something In Blue and I say “is that by the guy who did Music for Airports” and he’s like “are you taking the piss out of me” and I’m like no I’m not, I’m talking about Brian Eno.

We’ve got the sofabed down so we can cuddle. It’s a bit unnerving when he’s pranging out towards me. I’m trying to be normal, but normal me involves a lot of sarcasm that isn’t very suitable in this context. But when I’m trying to be nice, he says I’m trying to trick him. He’s just finishing a zoot when I arrive and he’s working his way through a bottle of something he says is “aquavite”. He talks about the fact he just wants me to open up to him, says I’m cynical, that the squirrel doing the sideye from the other day is exactly how I always behave towards him, giving him the sideeye. I tell him I only do that because I respect him and at this point he shouts “oh my god”, gets restless, plays some music that really puts him on edge even more.

We talk about my “androgynous style”, about cooking, about the fact he won’t be going to no doctors, about his friends who are pagans - Fudge made a disparaging comment (possibly about his work/musical talent), another guy told him he should move to america. They said those things last week but he’s been thinking about them more and more, he says. He said I was right to shade them when we went to that gig of Fyushia’s. In my head I agree that am right about them, but I don’t want to worry him about them right now. I say there was only one guy who was a cunt and he’s not his friend anyway.

He says he’s been meeting a lot of people who know him. There were two women at a bus stop who were talking about him. Then one of them tried to get him to do what she wanted and he didn’t want to obey her. Another guy on the tube had a nice dog, He knew him too, he said. He told me that surely I knew how big it all was, the fact that he had a reputation, and that everyone knew him - he spoke of the pressure he was feeling in regards to that.

He asks me if I’m afraid of him. I say of course not, and that he’s a sweetheart. That seems to help him a lot. The physical contact also helps him a lot. I give him a lot of strokes and kiss his forehead. He says he felt really alone and he needed someone to be here. He says that it probably sounds pathetic. I say out of two options, one where you admit you’re lonely, and one where you keep it bottled up, it’s definitely the latter which is more pathetic.

He’s really concerned about what job he’s gunna have but he knows his life goal is to be a writer. I tell him he doesn’t have to worry about that right now. After a while of listening to Mulatku Astatke and Kokoroko he seems to feel calmer. Once or twice he does shout at a voice he’s hearing. His mum calls to check if he’s home but their call is short, barely 5 seconds. I think about what would have happened between them earlier.

Towards the end, when he’s improving, we go to Tesco to buy some onions for his dinner. We also get soy sauce and stir fry mix. He’s way calmer. He really wants rest, he says, he’ll get some tonight. I say yeah to which he laughs because he thinks I’m taking the piss. He tells me he hasn’t been sleeping for a week. He thanks me sincerely for coming round and helping him out. When I get back he’s still slightly frenetic but that’s probably half the bottle of mysterious alcohol he’s had. I’ve said I have to go so we hug tight and he lets me out.

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whiskyconsidered · 7 years ago

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What I drink when I’m not drinking whisky

If you’re curious about what I like to drink when I’m not drinking whisky, read on…

I cut my teeth as a beer drinker. I somehow managed to persuade my mother that she should buy me beer or wine on a fairly regular basis once I turned 18. I grew up in an era of very memorable Bud Light commercials, so I had long determined that my first beer would be a Bud Light. I quickly branched out from there, with my mom getting me anything that could readily be found at the supermarket. Before I started university, I spent roughly 8-9 months in Europe, pretty well drinking my way from the UK to Russia to the extent that I had a fairly sophisticated palate for alcohol before I started college.

Despite an extensive exposure to single malt whisky, fine Belgian ales, crisp German lagers, and sundry interesting European liqueurs, I spent plenty of time in college drinking like a college bro—with a firm emphasis on quantity over quality. Given my earliest exposure to alcohol, I really should have known better, but that didn’t stop me from imbibing copious amounts of Milwaukee’s Best Ice, Miller High Life, Carlo Rossi Sangria, bottom shelf supermarket brand vodka as well as experimenting with atrocities like Steel Reserve and Olde English high gravity malt liquors and bottom shelf brown spirits. I also demonstrated an imaginative capacity for what might be deemed “frat-boy mixology”, with such creations as “the bloody Keystone slushy” (frozen Keystone Light mixed with V8 and citron vodka), a ghastly mixture of bottom shelf vodka and cola, and most astonishing of all, a cocktail of Carlo Rossi Sangria and either cheap vodka or Everclear, served in a pint glass. And yes, inquisitive reader, I did play “Edward 40-hands” on more than one occasion, and yes, I once played a variant of “Edward 40-hands” that involved bottles of bargain sparkling wine rather than the standard malt liquor.

Happily, my days of drinking to get drunk are solidly behind me. I’ve still rarely met a drink I didn’t like, but my preferences are for things that I actually enjoy drinking rather than those that will efficiently render me black-out drunk. So.

Anyone who reads this blog knows that I like whisky/whiskey. My earliest exposure was to scotch, and I have built on that foundation, prioritizing scotch over other types of whiskey. Still, I enjoy good bourbon, good Irish whiskey, and good Japanese whisky, and I’m certainly not averse to trying other sorts of whiskey.

Here are other things I drink:

Beer:

My go-to drink remains beer, and I actually drink a lot more beer than I do scotch. For almost as long as I can remember, I’ve had at least one beer almost every day. My preferences tend to vary with the season—I drink lighter beers when it’s hot outside, and darker beers when it’s cold.

For lighter beers, I like continental lagers and a handful of brand American beers. I’ll gladly drink Stella Artois, Kronenbourg 1664, Lowenbrau, Beck’s, or Heineken. If I’m going American, my preference is for Lone Star or Budweiser (not Bud Light---ewww), or every once in awhile, Rolling Rock or Michelob Ultra. It is my firm belief that for all the great virtues of the American craft-brewing revolution, American craft brewers have failed spectacularly in the art of creating a simple, refreshing beer. Most craft blondes and pilseners that I’ve had are too malty to be refreshing, and while a good American style IPA can be enjoyable from time to time (especially in the early spring or late fall), those aren’t really refreshing, either. Every once in awhile, I go on a Belgian bender in the summer which usually involves a strong golden ale like Duvel and a mix and match of abbey or abbey-style beers.

When the weather gets colder and the days get shorter, I favor heavier, and often darker, beers. I like Guinness and various Guinness special releases, Abbey dubbels, and American craft porters and stouts. I also drink a fair amount of Newcastle Brown Ale and Bodington’s, and would happily drink more English bitter ale if it were easier to come by where I live.

I am fortunate to live in a city with a lively and thriving craft brewing scene. There are no fewer than 5 local craft brew tap rooms within 10 minutes’ walk of my house, in addition to several bars that serve an even greater variety of local draft beers. There are probably another 15 or 20 local breweries within a 15 or 20 minute drive. My girlfriend and I often go to one of these establishments, although given my dislike of lighter American craft beer, I tend to favor the darker offerings even at the height of summer when we’re drinking at a local brewery.

Given my fondness for beer, you might ask why I don’t write about beer. I guess I’ve never taken beer quite as seriously as I have scotch (despite my enjoyment), and I’ve also never quite been able to pull apart distinctive flavors in beer in the way that I can with whisky.

Herbal/Bitter Liqueurs:

After whisky, my favorite stronger liquors tend to be bitter herbal spirits or liqueurs. Traveling in Hungary, I took a shine to an astonishingly bitter drink called Zwack Unicum (not to be confused with the considerably sweeter version, Zwack Liqueur, that is now widely distributed outside of Hungary). Alas, Unicum is hard to find, especially in the US, but I also like other sorts of drink that are broadly in the same class, such as Fernet Branca, Cynar, Campari, Pelinkovac, and Chartreuse. I tolerate Jagermeister but mostly find it too sweet.

Cocktails:

I really enjoy well-made cocktails. Unsurprisingly, given my affection for a) whisky/whiskey and b) bitter liqueurs, I tend to favor “classic” cocktails with a brown spirit base and something bitter. Think Old Fashioneds, Sazeracs, and their friends and relations. I also like to make Mint Juleps, though I use Old Overholt Rye instead of bourbon, and brandy Sidecars.

Wine:

Generally speaking, I’m not much of a wine drinker. When I do drink wine, it is almost always red wine, mostly toward the dry end of the spectrum (I like malbecs and cabernets). I used to drink retsina, a Greek white with a pronounced pine-resin flavor, but after a very unhappy exercise in which my girlfriend and I got completely wrecked off a green chile-infused white of some kind, neither of us will touch white wine of any kind under most circumstances.

I do like ruby port and sherry (unsurprising, given my fondness for sherry-matured scotch), but I don’t drink either frequently.

Other stuff:

I’ve been known to drink sake once or twice a year.

I used to drink straight Gordon’s gin as an aperitif, and later, the occasional martini (which by the way, is a very particular drink made with gin, not vodka), but nowadays, I mostly shy away from gin.

Traveling in Russia and Eastern Europe, I consumed vast quantities of vodka, but aside from the occasional Harvey Wallbanger, I rarely touch the stuff, now. In the unlikely event that I get in a shot-taking mood, I’ll buy a bottle of Linie Aquavit.

I’d kind of like to get into good rum, but my experience has been limited so far, and I haven’t bothered much to explore, and I don’t really anticipate that will change anytime soon. I have similar feelings about cognac and Armagnac and various other schnaps (the liquor, not the liqueur).

Insofar as I’ve tried mescal, I’ve liked it (what I’ve had tastes sort of like a heavily peated scotch). Not so much with tequila, which, good or bad, always has an unpleasantly rancid quality to it.

#whisky #scotch #whiskey #liquor #beer #wine

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simplyadorkable-blog1 · 8 years ago

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Season 6, Episode 17 - “Rumspringa”

Jess is nervous about starting her new role as principal, so Nick and Schmidt take her on a relaxing day trip to Solvang; Cece helps Winston try to finalize his divorce from Rhonda.

“Welcome to Big Dinner, where the news is big and the dinner is regular sized. Not be confused with Big Supper, where we eat dinner and we watch the movie Big.” Jess welcomes us to the episode and I welcome you to this breakdown. Let’s just ignore that they watch Big often enough that they have a name for when they do so. Anyways, Jess and Schmidt have gathered the remaining roomfriends to announce their new promotions and as Schmidt puts it, “celebrate [their] final weekend inside the chrysalis of professional mediocrity before Monday, when [they] burst forth in fully pupated positions.” Let’s all give Jess and Schmidt a round of applause for their new positions as Principal Day and the Director of Non-Television, Non-Radio West Coast Marketing, respectively. Congratulations!

Winston interrupts their proud announcement with an announcement of his own: he has to divorce his wife, Rhonda. To be honest, I totally forgot about her. But Cece clearly has not because she tells Winston that she hates her. “Hey, that’s my wife!” Winston growls back, catching me entirely off guard and sending me into a fit of laughter. Nick comments that it was, “Such a good Harrison Ford.” Great point. Nick then interrupts the celebration to complain that Raisin said his room is stupid. Schmidt is livid that everyone keeps interrupting with all of their common topics. This is why he proposed Common Lunch! Too bad nobody showed up.

Jess tries to put the conversation back on the rails. She points out that she’s so happy and has been preparing for this job ever since she was young enough to believe leprechauns were real. Nick interrupts again to argue that they are real, Winston caught one. Before they can get into the leprechaun debate, Schmidt declares that it’s time for the rites of passage. To the tune of Pomp and Circumstance, Jess presents Schmidt with a new set of business cards and Schmidt presents her with her principal’s blazer. The thought that these two had this entire performance planned out might be funnier than the actual act. It’s quickly made clear that her blazer doesn’t fit and we skip to the middle of the night when Nick finds a frazzled Jess crazily adjusting it.

The next day, Nick approaches Schmidt to get a second opinion on his bedroom. Schmidt agrees with Raisin that it looks like he lives in an abandoned daycare. Nick disagrees because he knows exactly what that looks like. Queue flashback of little Nicky left in an abandoned daycare which is totally plausible considering his dad. “Okay, we need to talk about that a lot more later,” Schmidt is alarmed, as if he was also transported into the flashback. Nick changes the subject to Jess and how she is freaking out about work because he’s still the sweet, attentive guy we know and love.

The pair check on Jess in the kitchen, where she’s still crazily working on her blazer. She unconvincingly tells them that’s she’s “gawd.” Concerned, Nick and Schmidt retreat to his room to figure out how they are going to help. Nick reminds Schmidt of when he helped Schmidt in college by taking him on boy rides Rumspringa. We’re also informed that Schmidt took an Intro. to Environmental Feminism class—what even? Anyways, the decide to take Jess on a little Rumspringa of their own.

Meanwhile Cece is at the bar with Winston and Aly as they wait for Rhonda. Aly cutely coos over her ring and Winston grosses us out by saying, “I love that ring on your finger. I want to bite it off, and swallow it, and then digest it properly. And give it back to you in a day and a half.” This moment is interrupted by Rhonda’s sudden entrance. She’s holding a baby. Hopefully everyone caught onto her prank immediately because if not, Winston’s, “Now you listen to me, baby. My father walked out on me, and I swear I will never do that to you,” line will break your heart. Hell, I even knew it was a prank right away and I was still in awe over Winston’s sweetness. Thankfully Rhonda doesn’t string Winston along and reveals her prank. As we know, Winston’s taste in pranks is terrible so he is the only one to laugh along with Rhonda. Rhonda explains that she borrowed the baby from her obstetrician cousin, Dave, who is also in the bar. Cece points out that that’s a felony, not the two police officers in the room. Aly tries to play nice and introduces herself to Rhonda. She congratulates the engaged couple, signs the divorce papers, and leaves. Can we all agree that despite how annoying her pranks are, her enthusiastic tone is hilariously perfect? Unfortunately, Winston opens to the folder to see that she used disappearing ink and effectively pranked them.

Back at the loft, Nick and Schmidt barge into Jess’ room where she has unknowingly added two additional sleeves to her blazer. How did that happen? Wasn’t she just letting it out? Anyways, the guys suggest a boy ride/Rumspringa to take her mind off of her first day jitters. Jess adamantly refuses, citing, “Rumspringa is a hallowed Amish tradition, not a one-day buddy comedy. Second of all, I don’t want to go to a casino or a sexual petting zoo.” Schmidt explains that’s why they’re going to an old-timey Danish town oddly located in California wine country called Solvang.

At the craft fair in Solvang, Jess continues to pout and tries to leave. Schmidt tells her he paid for all-day parking so she’s out of her mind if she thinks they’re going to leave. That statement is vaguely paternal so we better get a Schmece baby in season 7 (#reNewGirl). Nick encourages Jess to have fun and picks up a sign from a nearby vendor. “Look at this sign: “When has it become a crime to rhyme all the time?” So true! And it’s really funny.” “Somebody just thought of that,” Schmidt chimes in. Nick’s truly grasping at straws, but it’s so endearing, I wish Jess would open her unusually large eyes! Instead, she wants to go home and practice her morning announcement voice. Schmidt thinks she’s overthinking this and tells her to exude confidence all the time like him. Jess tells him he can’t skate by on confidence alone since he’s the boss now. This scares Schmidt so they’re both freaking out when Nick reappears with a folksy, old-timey reenactment guy. This somehow convinces Jess to stay—Nick knows her so well—and she springs into Leslie Knope mode and starts firing off questions. But if you ask me, I’m 99.9% that’s not the real Ben Franklin. Wait, what? Before she can get through all 87 of her questions, he offers them Aquavit, which is a flavored spirit from Scandinavia, according to a quick Google search.

I guess Rhonda is still close to the bar because she’s already back and laughing at Winston for falling for her disappearing ink trick. Aly is justifiably furious and demands that Rhonda grow up and stop acting like Dennis the freaking Menace. Rhonda thinks Aly’s dislike of pranks is basic and is worried about Winston marrying her. She goes on say she’s never going to give Winston a divorce and she’ll prank him for life. Winston tries to reassure Aly and they’ll figure something out. It turns out that that something is agreeing to help pull a group Rhonda so she’ll sign the papers with permanent ink.

At Solvang, Jess gets hammered on Aquavit and Nick buys a quilted jacket that he wants to make into a throw pillow. Nick is going full country-living. When Jess tries to buy more Aquavit, the vendor informs her that it’s 4:30 pm and they close early on Sunday. Nick tries to keep the party going by taking them to the Aquavit cellar and inadvertently locks them in. To be fair, he really does keep the party going. Jess immediately starts shouting out the tiny window in the door that they need to pupate. “They don’t know what that means. Say something more accessible. Help!” Yes, much better, Schmidt.

After over an hour of being trapped, Nick is still trying to distract Jess like the perfect boyfriend we all wish he currently was. “Our bodies are trapped in this cellar, but our minds can go anywhere.” He switches his attention to Schmidt, who’s shouting that he’s the Director of Marketing for Associated Strategies out the tiny window, and asks him to pick a number. Schmidt picks 23, which is wrong. Jess picks 19, which is right. Same wavelength, those two. Nick tries to entertain them by saying a bird is going to pop out from the cuckoo clock that is for some reason in the cellar. Jess rips out the bird in anger and yells at Nick that they’re adults and can’t handle their problems by forgetting about them. Nick finally cracks, saying, “You’re right. Maybe I handle my problems like a child. Maybe I decorate my room like a child. I mean, I even undress like a child.” His flashback of trying to kick off his pants has me in stitches. Does he do that every time? “I’m usually the rock of this group. Once you lose old Nicky Miller, the whole thing falls apart,” He continues and starts to drink a bottle of Aquavit.

We return to Rhonda’s prank where Cece and Winston, dressed as nurses, rush into a delivery room with Rhonda covering her face on the bed. Dave, our second favorite New Girl female health practitioner, is in the room and lifts up the sheet to take a look. Aly’s jelly-covered head is poking up through a hole in the cart and scares Dave. She deadpans, “Wah. I’m a baby. I’m coming out.” Rhonda then reveals herself and “Rhonda’s” Dave. Aly crawls out from under the cart and starts to freak out that her skin in burning. Winston rushes to Aly’s side, worried. Rhonda apologizes to Aly. Rightfully so, because she just got Aly’d. Rhonda is impressed with her prank game and agrees to sign the papers and gives the couple her blessing.

Back in the cellar, it’s now 4:00 am. The guys have been peeing in bottles for hours and Jess is sad that she’s missing her first day. Nick promises that once they get out, he’s going to start growing up. He says there’s so much he wants to do like try cilantro, figure out what NASDAQ means, and not shimmy out of his pants. He also apologizes to Jess for kidnapping her, he just hated to see her with first-day jitters. Can they just start dating already? Jess realizes she’s being silly, she’s been preparing for this job her entire life. Nick suggests they toast with a bottle of champagne, which Schmidt points out has a wire around the cork. He channels his inner Nancy Drew and picks the lock, allowing them to rush out. Upon arriving at their car, they realize that they’re all too drunk to drive. Thankfully, Schmidt exchanged numbers with the reenactment guy and he comes to the rescue with the promise of getting on The Price Is Right.

Cece, Winston, and Aly’s storyline wraps up back at the the loft. The divorce papers are finally finalized. Winston assures the ladies that they’re good since the longest disappearing ink on record is only 42 minutes. Shouts to the blog I follow who pointed out that Winston has that memorized. Aly admits that she actually had a good time pranking Rhonda and that they could get into it as a couple. They can prank, have sex, and pet the cat. #RelationshipGoals. Remember when Winston’s proposal included his complicated relationship with God? Well it’s true, because he goes off on a tangent about how we are pranks because God pranked the animals with us. Aly finds this endearing and they kiss. Meanwhile Cece notices that there are adoption papers among the divorce papers and that Rhonda adopted Aly in Liberia. I guess she got the last laugh…? I hope that’s just a throw away line because I’ve had enough incestual relationships this season.

Jess makes it to her school just in time for morning announcements, but when Nick encourages her to get out of the car and be principal, she suddenly gets nervous again. Nick, like the sweetheart he is, asks Schmidt for a minute alone with Jess. Schmidt exits, saying, “Sure. A grown man standing around a bunch of ten-year-olds, holding bottles of his own urine. What could go wrong?” Now alone, Nick tells Jess he knows what’s wrong with her. She’s scared that she’s reached her goal. Jess admits it’s stupid, but Nick disagrees. “And as a guy who has never had a path like that, I’m personally really excited to see what happens next.” Then they stare into each other’s eyes. Jess, freshly emboldened, gets out of the car. She takes a few steps before realizing she forgot her blazer. When she turns back to the car, Nick gives her his new, quilted jacket. “But I thought you were going to make a pillow out of that,” Jess tries to give it back. “Ah, it won’t fit in my room. It’s not a good style for me. It looks great on you.” Jess thanks him and says, “And, Nick, I… I like your room the way it is. It already has a style. It’s… it’s you.” They smile at each other again and my heart breaks that they’re not together yet.

Originally Aired 2/21/2017

#New Girl #Season 6 Episode 17 #Rumspringa #Recap #Breakdown #Spoilers #Zooey Deschanel #Jake Johnson #Hannah Simone #Max Greenfield #Lamorne Morris #Nasim Pedrad #Episodes #simplyadorkable

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bewitchingkitchen · 8 years ago

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Back in November we were in New York City and took stepson Dr.A and his beautiful partner to a special dinner at Aquavit. Funny story here. I admit to having a virtual crush on Marcus Samuelsson the chef behind it. So when Phil surprised me with the news of our upcoming dining adventure, I almost passed out. Would Mr. Samuelsson come to our table to say hello? Would I be able to survive that without making a complete fool of myself? Then, the shock. Marcus has left the restaurant many years ago. I must be living in a cave or something. Well, it’s quite clear that I don’t follow the restaurant scene that closely. The current chef is Emma Bengtsson, a 33 year Swedish chef who is one of only three women to run a restaurant with 2 Michelin stars. No wonder our meal was memorable! Seriously, the food was spectacular. Absolutely top-notch, one of those evenings to be remembered forever. I include at the end of this post a little slide show. One item I fell in love at the first bite was their Danish Rye bread. They brought it in a small basket, three types of bread, the Danish Rye definitely not a heavy contestant for its looks. With no high expectations, I tried a bite. Then I saw Phil’s expression when he took a bite of his little roll. Our eyes locked, and a symphony started to play in our minds… It was moist, it was dense, but not heavy. It had this incredibly sweet/savory complex taste, like nothing I ever had before. I simply had to try and make it at home. Once we flew back, I started obsessively searching for recipes, even wrote the restaurant (no reply, unfortunately), and finally settled on a recipe by Planet Earth’s Baking Goddess Extraordinaire, Karen.

RUGBRØD – DANISH RYE (from Karen’s Kitchen Stories)

for the Rye Sour – (prepare 12 to 15 hours prior to the final dough) 300 g whole rye flour 245 g water 55 g sourdough starter at 100% hydration

Combine the ingredients in a medium bowl with a dough whisk or large spoon until you have a fully incorporated dough. Cover with plastic wrap and let sit for 12 to 15 hours.

for the Levain 103 g bread flour 103 g water 14 g sourdough starter

Combine the ingredients in a medium bowl and mix until smooth. Cover with plastic wrap and let ferment for 8 to 10 hours.

for the soaker 75 g rye chops 150 g water

Mix the ingredients in a small bowl and cover with plastic wrap. Let sit overnight at room temperature.

for the Final Dough 130 g bread flour 200 g whole rye flour 180 g water 2.5 g instant yeast 16 g salt All of the soaker All of the rye sour All of the levain 15 g black strap molasses 4.5 g whole fennel seeds, coarsely ground

In the bowl of a stand mixer, mix all of the ingredients with the dough hook on slow for about 4 minutes, then increase the speed to medium, and mix for an additional 3 to 4 minutes. The dough will be very sticky.

Heat the oven to 475 F.

Spray a 13 inch Pullman pan with spray oil, and sprinkle it with rye flour. Scrape the dough into the pan and smooth the top. Sprinkle the top with whole rye flour. Cover the dough with the lid of the pan, and let rise for 45 to 60 minutes, until the dough reaches about 1 inch below the top of the pan.

Bake the loaf at 475 F with the lid on for 15 minutes. Reduce the oven temperature to 400 F and continue baking for 15 more minutes with the lid on.

Remove the lid and reduce the oven temperature to 325 F. Bake for an additional 45 minutes, until the bread reaches about 205 F internally (check with an instant thermometer).

Remove the bread from the pan and cool on a wire rack. Let the bread sit for 24 to 48 hours to cure before slicing (this is important to avoid a gummy crumb)

ENJOY!

to print the recipe, click here

Comments: Danish Rye is the most beloved bread in Denmark, consumed by everyone particularly at breakfast, but pretty much whenever the mood strikes. I suspect if I lived in Denmark I could survive on it alone. Ok, maybe some butter. A little cheese. Some smoked salmon, but the pièce de resistance would be the bread. I realize that it doesn’t look like much. A brownish, tight crumbed, dense-looking loaf of bread. Looks can be so deceiving! This is the kind of bread that speaks to your soul, each bite a little different, it plays with your taste buds in magical ways. Trust me, you need to bring it to your life if you’ve never tried it. Plus, it’s pretty straightforward to make. You do not need the special pan with the lid, actually. Many recipes will bake it in a regular loaf type pan, and the bread will end up with a little crack on top. Nothing wrong with that. Make sure to plan ahead, Danish Rye must sit for at least 24 hours before slicing. Rye is a temperamental flour, with a tendency to develop a gummy texture.

The important question is – did it match the Aquavit concoction? Let’s say it’s pretty close, close enough to make me thrilled about this baking project. I still would love to have their recipe, but so far, no cigar. So my plan is to continue assembling examples in books and blogs, and try a few more. The bread freezes beautifully in thin slices, by the way. Removing from the freezer, in a few minutes it can go into a low oven to bring it back to life. It is quite simply put, a fantastic loaf of bread. Phil went nuts for it, in fact he now insists that at any given time we must have at least 4 slices in the freezer. Just in case. And of course, I am more than happy to make sure he is happy!

One very tasty lunch!

For those interested, a little slide show of the great evening we spent at Aquavit, NYC

November 2016

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ONE YEAR AGO: The Best Sourdough Recipe

TWO YEARS AGO: Mini-Quiches with Duxelles and Baby Broccoli

THREE YEARS AGO: Quinoa and Sweet Potato Cakes

FOUR YEARS AGO: Pumpkin Bolo de Fuba’ Cremoso

FIVE YEARS AGO: Citrus-crusted Tilapia Filets

SIX YEARS AGO: Bran Muffins, not just for Hippies

SEVEN YEARS AGO: Flourless Chocolate Cake

DANISH RYE BREAD Back in November we were in New York City and took stepson Dr.A and his beautiful partner to a special dinner at…

#Aquavit #Danish Rye Bread #sourdough starter #wild yeast

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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years ago

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I’m Going to Take Care of You

Pairing: Thor/Fem-Reader

Words: 3502

Summary: A fun night out with the Avengers makes you realize you want something more from you friendship with Thor.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, size kink adjacent, fluff, SMUT, 18+

A/N: Whoo, I managed to keep it under 4000 words this time y’all. I loved writing Thor though. He’s such a sweetheart and really treats our reader right! Please enjoy and message if you want to be added to my permanent tags list!

“I got shots, bitches!!”

You set your carefully balanced tray on the table in the middle of everyone and started distributing tiny glasses around, grinning around the table as you did so.

“Goddamn it, Y/N. You and Nat are trying to kill us” Clint groaned as he took his shot from you and looked at it like he was about to throw up.

“Suck it up Barton.” Tony scolded. “These girls are out drinking us and refuse to black out before they do. Knock it back.”

You made sure everyone got a glass before taking one for yourself and settling back on the couch.

Nat downed hers easily and gave you a knowing grin once the taste hit her tongue. Clint, Tony, and Sam tossed theirs back together and immediately started spluttering and coughing. Steve paused before bringing his glass to his lips when he saw their reaction.

��Son of a bitch, what the fuck is this?” Tony exclaimed, grabbing a glass of water and chugging it as Clint headed to the bathroom, looking like he was going to hurl. Nat clapped her hand against Sam’s back as he tried to get a hold of himself. Steve was just looking at his shot with abject horror.

“We’re in Oslo so I got us Aquavit!” You grinned at Tony as he stared at you murderously. “Oh, my god Rogers, suck it up and drink it, it’s not going to kill you.”

Steve gave a shrug and chugged it, sucking air through his teeth and wincing as he swallowed. “Jesus Christ.”

“I’ve told you a million times, Y/N, you’re the only one who can drink that shit.” Nat laughed at you as Sam waved her off, his coughing fit finally ending.

“You’re all just pussies. Where the fuck is Thor? He always appreciates new liquor.” You searched the club for that giant golden retriever of a man before you heard his deep voice behind you.

“Is that more liquor? Excellent!” he exclaimed as you turned yourself around to give him a grin and handed him the last shot. He threw it back without hesitation and gave an appreciative nod. “What is this delicious nectar? We should get a bottle.”

“Thank you, sweetie.” You said, giving the rest of the group an exasperated look as you headed over to the bar, and returned with a full bottle of the spicy liquor and two clean highball glasses. You poured yourself and Thor two hefty portions and sat beside him on the couch.

“You two are insane.” Tony said, shaking his head as you tossed your drinks back and poured two more. “How are you still standing, Y/N? You’ve had almost as much to drink as a literal god!”

You just laughed at him giddily. You were pretty drunk at this point, but there was no way you were going to let anyone outdrink you tonight, you wanted to let go.

You had just finished your fifth mission with the Avengers. You had been apprehensive when you first moved onto the compound six months ago. You of course already know Nat and Clint, but it was a tight knit group, and you sometimes felt like a spare tire.

You spent most of the first few weeks in the lab, working on your serums and formulas, doing calculations into the small hours of the morning. Tony did his best to engage you, but you both only had the most basic understandings of each other’s fields. You did develop a healthy respect for each other during that time though, and you started to feel more at home.

Nat had finally convinced you to join the rest of the team for a workout after you had been there for a month. You were concerned about losing yourself and accidentally injuring someone, but Nat almost shoved you onto the mat to square up against Steve. She sat there with a smirk as the group watched him chase you around the mat, growing more and more frustrated as you slid out of his reach over and over. When you accidentally threw him into the ceiling one handed, you were sure they were going to shut you out. But Thor started laughing hysterically as the rest of them started teasing Rogers, and just like that, you were one of the group.

Thor and you bonded the most for some reason. You made each other laugh constantly, and being able to complain about your crazy families with someone else was a relief. You’d often stay up late together watching stupid movies or drinking some new liquor or beer you had discovered. He had once mentioned that he missed the tasted of mead, and the next day you surprised him with several large bottles you had gotten from a friend who brewed it on his property upstate. Sometimes when you got drunk enough, he’d let you braid his hair in intricate styles, not feeling an ounce of embarrassment when Tony would give him shit the next morning.

You became sparring partners as he was the only member of the team who could actually get you in a hold, and that translated well to you partnering on missions.

This latest one had been a doozy, busting an arms dealing ring that was suspected of distributing old HYDRA equipment. It was a success overall but had been exhausting. Nat and you always did your best to come up with some sort of morale booster after a mission and you somehow had convinced the team that a night of clubbing in downtown Oslo would be just the thing.

“Aww shit, is this Ghostface Killah?” You asked the room as a new song started. “This is my song! Let’s dance!”

“Girl, you have the best taste in music.” Sam said as he followed you onto the dance floor while Nat tried to coax Steve and Tony to join you. Thor tossed back his drink and strode after you.

The Norse God was a surprisingly good dancer. He didn’t seem to have the hangups you noticed from most white guys about their movements.

“This is a good song!” He shouted at you over the music “It reminds me of ‘Krakemal’.”

You had no idea what he was talking about so you just grinned at him as you whipped your hair around and swung your hips, losing yourself in the music. You loved dancing.

The song ended too soon and Tony came to let everyone know that Clint had finally stopped vomiting and the group was going to head back to the safehouse. Thor threw you over his shoulder as you headed out the door, making you squeal as he gave your ass a playful slap, not putting you down until you were walking down the street. He grinned down at you and started telling you a story about a snake. You were staring at him, breathless and giddy from the alcohol and you laughed when his story reached its conclusion, suddenly realizing that you were going to sleep with him.

He walked forward to chat with Steve and Nat put her arm through yours to chat.

“Sooooo…” she said slyly. “What’s going on with you and Point Break?”

“Oh god, Nat. I’m pretty sure I’m going to let him fuck me tonight.”

She laughed at that, tossing her head back. “Jesus Christ, it’s about time!”

You slapped her arm lightly and told her to shut up.

“You couldn’t have come to this realization a little earlier, Y/N? Now Tony’s going to win the bet!”

“Fuck, you perverts bet on when me and Thor would sleep together? Was anyone else in on this?”

“I mean, it was just me and Clint to start off then Tony found out and looped in the rest of team into it. He made a spreadsheet and everything. Rogers took some serious convincing. That big puppy thought it was ‘inappropriate and mean-spirited.’ Of course, then he walked in on one of your sparring sessions where you let yourself get pinned by that himbo a little longer than necessary and turned over his money with no problem.”

“Great. You guys are such good friends.” You said sarcastically.

“Not our fault you two idiots don’t have the emotional intelligence to just get to it. I’ve gotta tell the rest of the team to make sure you guys have some privacy.”

You hissed and tried to grab her as she scampered away to talk to Tony, who turned back and gave you a thumbs up and massive grin. You slapped your palm into your face and rubbed your thumb and forefinger into the ridges above your eyebrows.

“So, Natasha told me I should come back here and talk to you. She wouldn’t tell me what about and just laughed when I asked.” Thor had a look of slight confusion on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, pulling the bottom edge of his shirt up enough to expose the top of his boxer briefs and give you a glimpse at his happy trail. You felt yourself clench and fought the urge to moan.

You arrived back at the safehouse then, and Tony and Natasha did their best to usher everyone upstairs discreetly. She gave you a wink as she followed behind Steve at the back of the group and disappeared from view.

“So, more drinks?” Thor clapped his hands and rubbed them together, heading into the kitchen as he shed his coat.

“God, yes!” You followed him, removing your own coat and tossing it onto the couch. You had no idea how to approach this without making things painfully awkward.

He found an opened bottle of mead and poured you each a glass, leaning back against the counter as he sipped at the sweet liquor.

You peered at him over the edge of your glass as you contemplated your next move. His plain white tee was just tight enough that you could see the shape of the muscles in his torso. His arms were crossed, making his thick arms flex deliciously. You wanted to take a bite out of his bicep. You moved your eyes back up to his face and found him staring back at you. Neither of you said anything as you gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Fuck it.” You said, tossing back the rest of your drink and setting the empty glass on the counter before you took three steps forward and pressed the front of you body into him, pulling his face down to yours and kissing him hungrily.

You felt his posture change as he set his own glass behind him before grabbing your hips and drawing you even closer to him. You felt his cock starting to harden through his jeans and you let out a moan. He growled softly into your mouth before bringing one hand up to the back of your neck and drawing you away from him briefly as he studied your face.

“How drunk are you, Y/N?” he asked, a look of concern on his face.

Your inebriation had faded on the walk home and that kiss had sobered you up considerably. “Just buzzed.” You told him, breathlessly.

“Good.”

He didn’t say anything else, just put a hand on your ass and lifted you to wrap your legs around him as kissed your neck, scraping his teeth along your collarbone.

“God, keep doing that.” You said, twisting your hands into the back of his tee as he dipped his tongue into the hollow of your throat.

He gave a low hum against your neck and you felt it resound in your core, a rush of arousal soaking your panties as you felt your cunt throb with desire.

“Not gonna make it to the couch.” He whispered into your neck, sucking softly and raising a small bruise.

“Fine.” You couldn’t focus on anything, his mouth was so good and felt like it was leaving a trail of fire wherever it met your skin.

He moved forward and lowered you onto the counter gently. He brought his mouth back up to yours and kissed you softly as he moved his hands from your hips to the buttons of your blouse. He started undoing them slowly, his thick fingers moving nimbly down the front of your torso. Once it was fully open, he slid the blouse down your shoulders and discarded it to the side.

He brought his large palms up to your breasts and kneaded them gently. You groaned into his mouth and drew him closer to you with your legs, forcing the hem of your skirt up around your waist. You ground yourself into the front of his jeans desperately.

His fingers found the clasp at the front of your bra and unhooked it as he brought his mouth down to your breasts. He pressed the flat of his tongue against one nipple before swirling his tongue around it and sucking on it softly, making you gasp.

“Fuck, just like that baby.” You scrabbled your fingers over his back as he mouthed at your breast and drew his shirt over his head. He broke his contact with your skin for just a moment to throw the tee somewhere else, then moved his attention to your other breast, laving his tongue over the nipple slowly and making your pussy clench so hard it was aching.

“Shit, Thor, I need you.” You whined at him, clenching your thighs around his hips, trying to get some sort of friction to relieve the tension you were feeling in your core.

“I need to make sure you’re ready for me, beautiful. Don’t you trust me?”

“Mmmmm, yes!” you gasped as one of his hands moved your panties aside and he brushed his fingers against your folds, making you twitch.

“Oh, good girl. I just want to make you feel good, sweetheart.” He swirled one finger through the arousal at your entrance before inserting it at a deliciously slow pace.

You clenched around him immediately, letting out a whimper as he started moving it in and out of you slowly, stretching you from the inside a little further each time before adding another finger.

Your breath hitched and you tried to buck your hips into him but his other hand moved to press against your abdomen, pinning you to the counter.

His face came back up to yours as his fingers flexed inside of you. He brushed a soft kiss against your lips as you swallowed a moan.

“I know pretty girl, but you’re going to be happy I’m taking my time in a few minutes.” His third finger slipped into you as he gave you another kiss before he moved his face between your legs.

You did your best to keep from screaming when his tongue found your clit and started drawing soft circles over the tiny bundle of nerves. He curved his fingers inside you and pressed them against your sweet spot before he stretched you even further by adding a fourth finger.

You bit your lip so hard you drew blood. His tongue had increased in pressure and speed while his fingers stretched you so good. When he started sucking you lost it. You let out a thin wail as your body went rigid with pleasure, releasing to make every muscle tremble. He kept his fingers fucking into you at a steady rhythm as you rode it out. He removed them once you had finished and you let out a groan at the feeling of emptiness.

He smiled up at you before giving your pussy a kiss and standing up, releasing his hold on your abdomen. “I think you’re ready now gorgeous.” He murmured around a grin.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him as he drew your soaked panties down your legs and threw them to the side with the rest of your clothes. He then unzipped your skirt and added it to the pile before he moved his fingers to the fly of his jeans.

You felt your pussy clench as he drew the zipper down slowly and you stared at him through your lashes darkly. He bent over briefly to remove his pants and underwear and when he stood up, all the air rushed out of you as you understood his insistence on preparation.

He had the biggest cock you had ever seen. It was almost as thick as your wrist and quite a bit longer than the span of your hand. Your mouth filled with saliva as he gave it a few pumps and stepped closer to you, dragging it through your slick folds to coat it in your arousal.

“I’m going to go slow, love. You promise to let me know if it’s too much?”

You bit your lip as you nodded at him, not trusting the integrity of your vocal cords at the moment.

He bent forward over you and gave you a gentle kiss as he breached you with just his tip and you let out a sigh. He drew his hips back slowly before moving into you a little further. He continued this slow pace, pulling out just a bit and before breaching you further, waiting to feel you stretch and relax around him before he pushed into you more.

It seemed like forever before his hips were flush against yours and you were stretched around the whole length of him. You had never felt so deliciously full and you let out a low moan to let him know how good you felt.

“You’re doing so good baby.” He whispered to you and you couldn’t help giving him a wide grin that he returned. “I’m going to move, now, ok?”

“Fuck, yes please.” You whimpered as his hips started to move.

He kept his mouth on yours as he picked up the pace, exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue. You tangled your hands into his hair and snapped your hips to meet his thrusts, the only sounds your soft moans, the slap of flesh on flesh, and the obscene wet sucking sounds your pussy was making as his cock thrust in and out of you.

You felt your pleasure starting to coil in your core and you cried softly into his mouth, urging him on as he moved one hand between the two of you to work your clit.

You came around him suddenly, every muscle in your body vibrating as the biggest orgasm you’d ever had ripped through you body. You had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming, and he growled into your ear as his paced picked up even more.

He drew your knees up to your shoulders as he kept thrusting into you. The change in position was too much for your overworked clit and you came again immediately, tears leaking down your cheeks as you tried your best to be quiet.

He saw the tears and started to slow down, a look of concern written all over his face, until you hissed at him.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

He gave you a grunt that may have been a laugh and rotated your legs to your right side, the twist in your spine arching you so your chest pressed up into his, the coarse hair dusting him rubbing against your sensitive nipples and making you whine.

You felt yourself building again and you dropped your head back against the counter, preparing yourself. Thor’s hips started to stutter as your final orgasm wracked you, and he released right behind you as you twitched and fluttered around him. He bent back down to kiss you, his long hair brushing against your chest.

You opened up to him and let his tongue run against yours gently as he slowly pulled out of you, leaving you with a soft ache between your legs.

“How you feeling sweetheart?” He asked you, one hand cupped against your cheek as he watched your face, wanting to be sure he hadn’t hurt you.

“God, that was amazing.” You grinned at him, groaning as you stretched underneath him, knowing you were going to be stiff and sore tomorrow.

He gave you a swift kiss before scooping you off the counter and wrapping you around his torso. You nuzzled yourself into his neck as he started to carry you upstairs.

“Let’s get you a bath, beautiful. Make sure you’ll be able to walk in the morning.”

You laughed softly against his skin. “Mmmm, baby you know just what I need.”

“Of course I do, Y/N.” He looked into your eyes, a serious expression on his face. “I’m going to take care of you.”

You couldn’t express how happy that made you so you just hummed against his shoulder as he kicked open the door to the bathroom. You didn’t even care that you had left your discarded clothes downstairs for poor Steve to find when he woke up for his morning run.

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A Warm Fire

Pairing: Valkyrie/Brunnhilde/Fem-Reader

Word Count: 3876

Summary: Val helps you warm up after you get caught in a storm.

Warnings: Fluff, Spoilers for Avengers: Infinity War and Endgame (erring on the safe side with this one), Explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex- f receiving, scissoring, fingering) SMUT, 18+

A/N: I’ve decided for my b-day week I want to bless all you sweet bitches with a brand new smutty fic each day. My holes are worn out from all the rough himbo sex I’ve been throwing at you, so today I wanted to soften things up with something for my WLW ladies. I sub for no man, but Val could spit in my mouth and turn me into a housewife!

“Well, fuck.” You sighed.

You had hoped you’d be able to outrun the storm you saw rolling in off the coast on your weekly trip to New Asgard but hadn’t even been driving for an hour when lightning started streaking across the sky and the clouds let loose a deluge that had your ancient pickup’s wipers maxed out. You couldn’t even see 20 feet in front of you and slammed on the brakes suddenly when you came upon a massive tree blocking the road. The engine stalled out and you had now been trying to turn it over for 10 minutes with no luck.

You had thankfully been able to contact Aud and Sigurd and have them bring your animals in and batten down the barn, but there was no way you were making it back tonight. You resigned yourself to sleeping in your front seat when a pile of rocks reared out of no where and tapped on your window, causing you to let out a shriek.

��Everything ok in there?”

“Jesus Christ, Korg, what are you doing out here?”

The massive Kronan straightened back up and you thought you saw his brow furrow before his face split open in a wide grin.

“Y/N, excellent! Some of us got concerned once the storm rolled in and Val sent out a group to make sure you made it off of the Fjord ok.”

“Ok, well clearly this piece of shit is not cut out for Skagerrak storms.” You told him as you stepped out into the deluge, pulling your parka around you tightly as the wind tried to whip your hood off. “I don’t suppose you drove here in any sort of vehicle?”

“As a matter of fact, Miek drove the Jeep.”

“I’m sorry, Miek drove?” The thought of the Sakaarian larval creature driving a vehicle filled you with equal parts horror and mirth. “Do you mind if I drive us back?”

“Probably for the best. I told him that knife hands are not conducive for steering but you know he doesn’t listen to me.”

You let out a laugh as Korg lumbered into the large trailer hooked to the back of the Jeep, causing it to sink into the mud a bit. Miek scooted into the passenger seat as you turned the vehicle around and started to head back to Tønsberg.

Your cautious driving extended the trip by a good 45 minutes. The thunder had stopped but it was still pouring as you parked the jeep in one of the converted stables. Korg and Miek gave you a wave as they headed back to Thor’s, Korg carrying 3 of the pallets of Aquavit you had brought with you earlier.

You headed towards the town square and saw Brunnhilde leaning against the posts in front of her small brick house, watching the storm that was still raging out at sea before she saw you and broke out in a grin.

“Y/N, I told you not to head out in this! That piece of shit truck of yours give out on you?”

“What do you think, Hilde? I just decided to walk all the back to your house for fun in this?” You shook out your hair as the two of you stepped inside, spraying her with a thin mist of rainwater.

“Ah, you bitch! Get out of those wet clothes, I got a fire started and some dry towels and blankets set out for you. Want a hot toddy?”

You winced at the thought as you started peeling yourself out of your soaked jeans. “I’d like to be able to wake up tomorrow hon. Your hot toddys are literally just a hot mug of Aquavit with a slice of lemon.” You cursed yourself silently for introducing the Asgardians to the spicy Scandinavian liquor that you now had to truck in every week. While it was extremely lucrative, they now put it in everything.

Hilde sauntered back into the main room carrying two steaming mugs as you wrapped yourself in a wool blanket and settled in front of the fire, wearing only your bra and panties.

She rolled her eyes at you and handed you a mug, which you took a wary sniff of and were pleasantly surprised to find it was just peppermint tea.

“You’re just a lightweight.” She said as she curled up in her armchair, wrapping one hand around her mug while the other picked up the worn book that was sitting on the end table.

“How do you like it so far?” You asked her, sipping your tea slowly as you waited for it to cool.

“The writing is lovely, but it’s pretty inaccurate.”

The friendship the two of you had built over the past 3 years was something truly lovely. When she and the rest of the refugees had landed, after the snap, they were all hollow shells of grief. Thor shut himself away almost immediately, and Hilde found herself thrust into a position of leadership she had never wanted. All of them wanted nothing more than to be left alone with their sorrows, doing just enough to keep themselves alive.

The first storm off the Skaggerak had almost devastated their new home though, and when she contacted Banner for help, he called you. You still kept in touch after your years together at university, and he knew you had settled somewhere in Norway and could arrive to lend a hand faster than he could.

Your arrival brought some much needed distraction to their sleepy town. You had managed to round up a group of your Norwegian neighbors, along with some fellow expats, and set about making the necessary changes to assure that New Asgard would be a thriving community. While the rest of your group set to restructuring architecture, and teaching the town’s new inhabitants the necessities of a seaside existence on the windy Fjord, you began the slow process of helping the refugees move on from their sorrow.

Your anthropology doctorate was specialized in Norse culture, after all, and you would often bring small reminders of their lost home with you whenever you came to visit. Whether it was a collection of replicated Talharpas, Skalmejens, and Lurs to give to the children to learn music or a large cache of drinking horns to stock their taverns, every time your truck came lumbering down the hills, Brunnhilde watched the faces of her citizens light up with anticipation for some new pleasant surprise. When you arrived with your first load of Aquavit and spent the night drinking with them and singing the drinking songs they knew well, you were all but confirmed as an honorary Asgardian. Your haunting rendition of Lilja actually brought tears to a few eyes.

Brunnhilde made sure to let you know how grateful she was as much as possible. She would always have some small gift for you when you arrived, but all you asked her for was to sit and talk, discussing the history of Asgard and the nine realms as you scribbled copious notes. She loved watching your face screw up in concentration as you bent over one of your notebooks, one stubborn lock of hair falling into your face.

She laughed to herself softly now as she remembered the visit a few weeks ago when she had first introduced you to her winged steed, Aragorn. Your look of awe had been replaced quickly with uncontrollable laughter when she had told you his name. You refused to tell her what was so funny, but she was determined to get it out of you at some point.

You had brought your original copy of Snorri’s Edda the next week, and she had read it through 3 times already.

She ran her hands softly over the spine of the book before tossing back the rest of her toddy and setting the book and her mug back on the end table before sinking to the floor behind you and nuzzling herself into your hair, sighing as she inhaled the scent of fresh rain.

You leaned back into her slowly, giving a soft hum of contentedness. She slipped the blanket off of your shoulders to pool around your waist as she left a trail of soft kisses down your neck, before softly raising a bruise into your collarbone with her mouth.

The moan you gave her made her grin against your skin, and she slipped one hand into the front of your bra, softly drawing her fingers across your nipple.

“Fuck, Hilde!” you pressed your chest further into her hand as her other moved behind you to unhook your bra and slip it off your shoulders, freeing your breasts. She felt your nipples harden against her fingers as she turned your head and slowly teased your mouth open with her tongue.

“Eyes open, pretty girl.” She whispered as her left hand continued to palm at your breast and roll your nipple between her fingers. You stared at her through your lashes as she brought her right hand up and put her index and middle finger in your mouth. You gave them a soft nip before sucking and swirling your tongue around them slowly.

She grinned at you wickedly as she dragged her soaked fingers down your torso at an agonizing pace, leaving a thin trail of your saliva before she tucked them under the edge of your panties and dragged them over your sopping cunt, separating the soft folds there to tease against your entrance.

“Oh, poor baby, look how much this pussy missed me?” She said as you let out a thin keen, screwing your eyes shut and dropping your head against her neck. She slapped your tit suddenly and tweaked your nipple hard, making you gasp. “You better keep those eyes open if you want me to let you come sweetheart. You want me to stretch this pretty pussy around my fingers and make you feel good?”

“Yes, god” you let out breathlessly, forcing your eyes open as she studied your face.

“Ah, ah, ask nicely.”

“Yes please.” You hissed as her fingers continued to tease at your folds, lightly brushing against your clit.

“Good girl”

She slipped one finger inside of you slowly and you immediately clenched around it as she pressed it against that soft spongy spot.

“Ooh, honey. You’re so fucking tight, I’m gonna stretch you out so good.” She whispered against your lips as she kissed you softly.

Her second finger slipped in easily and she started fucking them into you slowly, pressing her palm against your clit as she did so and your arousal seeped all over her hand. Your breath was hitching in your chest as she increased her pace.

You felt yourself flutter around her and it took all of your willpower to not screw your eyes shut and drop against her shoulder. You ground yourself against her hand as she suddenly slowed down, hungry for more friction.

“You want me to add another finger, sweet girl?” She asked slyly, teasing her promise against your entrance.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak so you nodded at her, your chest heaving as she continued palming your breast and you felt a resounding shiver in your core.

“You’re lucky I’m soft on you sweetie, I should be making you beg for this.” She murmured as she shoved all three of her fingers in suddenly, causing you to let out a small cry as she started fucking them into you at a rough speed. “I’m just finishing you off so I can feel this sweet mouth of yours on my cunt. You want to taste me baby?”

“Shit, Hilde!” The thought of her taste on your tongue sent you over the edge as she drove her palm into your clit one last time and you released around her, fluttering as you soaked her hand. Her strong arms held you still as your orgasm wracked you and every muscle trembled. Once you had ridden it out, she drew her hand out of your ruined panties to suck on her fingers.

“Mmm, you taste so good honey. Don’t you think?” She placed her mouth on yours and pressed her tongue against yours and you moaned as you tasted your own release.

“Help me out of my clothes baby, I need to ride that pretty face.”

She climbed around you and settled into your lap, kissing you deeply and making happy little humming sounds. You drew her sweater up over her head and tossed it aside, and were pleasantly surprised to see she wasn’t wearing a bra. You gave her a wicked grin before lifting her up and pressing her chest to your face, latching your mouth to one of her nipples as your hands cupped her ass through her leggings. She gave a light laugh and tossed her head back as her fingers carded themselves through your hair. You brought one of your hands between the two of you, shoving it down the front of her leggings and drawing your fingers through her slick, making her gasp.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking greedy.” She laughed lightly as you peppered her chest with kisses, occasionally creating some light suction with your tongue to raise a light bruise. “Mmm, you know just what to do, but I want to come all over that beautiful face of yours.”

You smiled against her chest as you gently nuzzled yourself between her breasts before falling back abruptly and making her gasp.

“You are being such a trouble maker, today, Y/N. Fine, I’m going grind your pussy so good before I rub that smirk off your face with my cunt.”

She sat up between your legs a drew your soaked panties off before removing her own leggings. She stretched your right leg off to the side and lightly drew her fingers up the inside of your thigh, removing them right before she reached your quivering pussy and making you whine.

“Don’t be a brat baby. Look at this pretty pussy, just weeping for me.” She stared at your swollen cunt with a grin as she hooked a hand under your left knee and positioned herself so she was straddling you, her soft folds just kissing yours as she hovered there. “You want to feel my pussy on yours, baby? Want me to grind that clit so good? You better fucking beg for it.”

“Oh god, pleasepleaseplease…” you let out in a hiss as she pressed herself down and ground herself into you.

“Mmm, I feel that sweet pussy quivering for me. God, you’re like my own fucking vibrator.” She kept twisting her hips into yours, hitting you at that perfect angle each time and making you mewl and whimper unintelligibly as she edged you closer to your release. She unbent your right leg slowly, running her thumb up your calf before nipping at the pad of your big toe, making you arch into her. “No no, sweetheart, isn’t it so much better when you hold still? You know I’ll take care of you.”

She stretched your right leg out so you were wide open and pinned your thighs down with her hands as she picked up the pace. She bit her lip and gazed down at you through hooded eyes and you felt her core twitch against yours. One more drive of her hips and you came apart at the same time, your releases mixing together to coat the insides of your thighs. You let out a scream while she just gasped, still managing to hold you down as your pleasure wracked through you and you wound your hands into the blanket beside you for some kind of anchor.

“Fuck baby, this pussy is so good to me. I wanna run my tongue over this pretty cunt while I ride your face. You better be good for me.”

She twisted herself around to straddle your face. You softly nipped at her left cheek then gave her ass a slap, making her yelp, and she responded by smacking your pussy twice before grinding into your face.

“Oohh, are you going to be a bad girl?” She scolded you as you wrapped your arms around her thighs and teased her folds with your tongue. “Am I going to have to edge you all nigh… Fuck!!” Your tongue found her entrance and you moaned into her cunt, causing vibrations that made her clench against your face. “God, baby, you’re so good at that. Your miss this pussy so bad, look at the mess you’re making.” She separated your folds and softly blew against your clit before shoving three fingers into you with no preparation. “Mmm, you’re fucking ready for me sweetheart, I’m barely even stretching you now. You want me to add another finger?”

She gave your clit another soft slap and you came suddenly, legs and core trembling as you clenched and released around her fingers. You tried to come up for air, but Hilde just ground her hips into your face.

“Na-ah.” She scolded you. “You wanted to get fresh with me and now you better make me come if you want to breathe. You get to work. I’m going to wring every ounce of pleasure out of this pussy until you give me what I want, I don’t care if you pass out.”

She inserted a fourth finger into your canal and started to fuck them all into you, flicking soft kitten licks against your small bundle of nerves before she latched onto it, sucking hard.

Tears started streaming down your face as another orgasm ripped through you. You were starting to feel light-headed from a mixture of pleasure and oxygen deprivation. She drew her tongue slowly up and down your entrance while her fingers kept moving inside you, doing her best to lap up your release before her tongue went back to massaging your clit.

You barely skimmed your teeth against her clit and she let out a soft cry against you, slapping your pussy in response and making you come again. You shook your head to bury yourself deeper into her folds and fought off the urge to pass out before shoving your tongue into her pussy and bringing your fingers up to rub harsh circles into her tiny apex of pleasure.

She collapsed against you at the sudden change in sensation with a gasp before she rose up to really grind into you.

You started fucking your tongue in and out of her, making sure to press it against her g-spot each time and felt her thighs tense around your face.

“God baby, don’t fucking stop. Fuck, just like that, right there. That tongue of yours is so fucking good. You’re so fucking good. Feels so good.” You knew when she started babbling breathlessly like this she was close. She brought one of her hands up to palm her breast as her other gripped the wrist of the hand you had working her clit, making sure you didn’t move away.

Just as the edges of your vision started to close in, you felt her core vibrate and her cunt clenched around your tongue as her release gushed into your mouth. The only sound she made was a rapid breathless pant and she rolled off of you slowly, finally allowing you to suck in oxygen as stars swam behind your vision. You did your best to catch your breath as you felt her stretch languidly beside you before she sat up to stare at you.

“Fuck, baby. I don’t know why I let you take this pussy away from me. I know you just lay there by yourself every night dreaming of my fingers buried in you.” She slowly drew a hand along your slit and you groaned when she brushed against your overstimulated clit. “Just swollen and crying for me. Whose pussy is this baby?” She asked you, curling her fingers against your mound.

You knew if you didn’t tell her what she wanted to hear, she would wring it out of you, and if you had any more orgasms you were going to pass out. “Yours, baby.” You murmured, staring at her through your eyelashes.

“Good girl.” She patted your cunt twice, making you twitch, before she bent down and kissed you softly.

She stood up and collected your mugs and brought them back into the kitchen, wiggling her ass at you when she felt you watching her, making you laugh.

“Can you throw some more logs on the fire, Y/N? I’ll grab us some clean blankets and pillows and we can sleep out here.”

“Yes ma’am.” You called back to her, breaking the current logs apart with the poker before adding three new ones and stoking it. You gathered your discarded clothes and the soiled blanket in a bundle and headed to the bathroom to put them in the hamper and run a damp towel against your sex to clean up, bringing another out with you as you headed back to the fire, where Hilde had piled a ridiculous amount of blankets and pillows in a massive nest for the two of you.

You sank down next to her and she drew your face to hers for a kiss. You smiled against her lips as you gently drew the soft towel you had brought with you over her cunt and along her thighs to clean her off as she gave a contented sigh.

“Stay.” She said softly, nuzzling softly into your neck as you held her against her chest and slowly sank back against the pile of cushions, giving her hair a soft kiss.

“Hilde, the road is out, I’m not going anywhere until tomorrow.”

“No, Y/N. Stay. Move here with me. I need you.” She looked up at you with genuine pleading in her eyes. You had never seen such open emotion on her face before.

You only had to think about it for a minute. The weeks between your trips were always spent planning your next visit. Thinking over what you wanted to talk to Hilde about. Your bed felt empty without her there.

“I need you too baby. I love you.” You whispered to her, tipping her chin up to look into her eyes as you gave her a gentle smile.

Her face split into a grin. “Is that a yes?”

“Of course, Hilde.”

“Oh god, Y/N, I love you too!” She drew your face down to hers and kissed you deeply, clutching you to her needily before releasing you with a grin. “I miss that pussy almost as much as it misses me.”

You laughed at that and laid back with a sigh. Hilde rested her head between your breasts and brought her hands close around your sides, pulling the thick wool blanket around the two of you tightly.

“Just make sure Miek doesn’t try to fight my sheep again.” You whispered to her, running a hand softly up and down her back.

“That was a misunderstanding.” She smiled against you as her breathing slowed and deepened, and she sunk closer to sleep.

The two of you laid there intertwined for the rest of the night, drifting off as the fire crackled and died. You had never felt so content in your life.

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