#cat jotun

[bahanbangunan-kisaran]

[onlymyqueen]

[wilder-fangirl]

It's really weird going from defeating Malastaire immediately into "hey go check out this weird little place :)"

[liminalpebble]

Stray (A Lokitty Tale): Winter Blues

Hi, my darlings, since we all could use a little (or a lot) of cozy emotional comfort during these difficult times, I wanted to offer you just a bit of Jotun Loki/Lokitty fluff. This does take place in the Stray universe, in the middle of the story, but you don't need to have read that series to read this.

For a quick, tl;dr summary: human lady in 70's Seattle takes in Loki (disguised as a kitty) after his D.B. Cooper stunt, adorable shenanigans ensue.

Here's the series link

Lokitty/Jotun Loki x human shop girl reader

cw: Talk of depression and loneliness (remedied, of course, by our favorite handsome icy boy). The biggest hazard is the tooth-rotting fluff. Enjoy.

“Come on!” you grumble to your elderly space heater, giving it an encouraging pat on the side. Luckily, the coils eventually rouse themselves into a faint orange glow. You breathe a sigh of relief and sit cross-legged on the floor of your apartment, staring daggers at the broken radiator which the landlord never really plans to fix.

The newly-adopted black cat pads towards you and immediately curls into your lap with a graceful slinky twist. You slide your hand gently over his silky fur, feeling the knots of your anger and frustration gradually loosen.

“Sorry, buddy,” you say to the cat, who fixes you with his stunning aquamarine eyes. “It's not usually snowing like this yet, or quite this cold. I guess the whole city is stuck inside.”

Loki gazes up at your face. Bathed in the warm amber glow, the contours of your cheeks, lips, and lashes look like a work of art to him.

She's so lovely. I hope some day I can tell her so...really tell her so.

But beneath your loveliness, he can see the circles under your eyes, the way you rub your temples and slump your shoulders, the way the growing darkness (literal and metaphorical) are weighing on you. You gather him up in your arms and sling an afghan around your shoulders, shuffling towards the window. He watches as a bittersweet grin spreads over your features.

“At least it's kind of pretty, isn't it? And at least I have you, little friend.”

He purrs contentedly as you scratch lightly between his ears on your journey to the couch. Loki watches with concern as your silence gradually turns into the telltale gasps and sniffles of tears. He flinches slightly as the salty drops hit his fur.

“Oh. Sorry, kitten,” you say, sniffing and swiping a hand across your cheek. “I just...god, I'm so tired and...and so alone. It feels like all the cards are stacked against me sometimes. My paycheck barely keeps us here...shitty as the place is. I'm just so frustrated, and tired, and angry, and afraid....and sad...and...”

You shiver. “And cold.”

His paw pats gently but insistently on your hand. You feel crazy even thinking, not for the first time, that it's as if he understands you. Those bright, clear, eyes seem so wise and perceptive. You'd swear he's trying to comfort you.

Sweet human. If only you knew how much I care for you. I'm the god of outcasts. Appropriate, I suppose, as I'm always being cast out...but not by you, my sweet human because you are special...unique. I wish I could hold you. I wish you could understand me.

And then, he considers a way. It's a way he's used cautiously only once before, uncertain of how it might affect his precious human, but desperate times call for desperate measures. He smiles to himself and nuzzles his velvety head against your arm.

Patience, human. Your savior is here, you just don't know it yet.

----

It's an absolutely adorable habit, your little naps in the evening. Or, at least, Loki thinks so. Sometimes, he'll even join you under the tattered old throw blanket to sleep against the undulating warmth of your body.

He joins you today, but not to sleep and not just to use you as a heating pad. The little cat pulls the blanket carefully up and over your shoulders by his teeth, ensuring that you're warm and comfortable (all the while cursing his lack of opposable thumbs). Then he settles himself in between the curve of your neck and shoulder, holding one delicate paw against your temple. A green glow shudders through the little creature and flutters around your head like glitter swirled in water.

----

Your vision is foggy at first as your eyes blink open. Initially, everything is a mass of pearlescent white and a pale aquamarine (a shade you could swear you know from somewhere). As your eyes open wider, and the fog clears, you begin to orient yourself to the sharpening view.

You're standing in the center of a clearing, in a dense snow-covered forest. It's a far cry from the filthy gray slush of downtown Seattle. This snow is a shocking white, glowing, even in twilight. The vast crystalline carpet unfurls beneath you as the sky above dances with northern lights. All you can think, for a long suspended moment, is that this place is ancient. You breathe in and it hits you; the complex aroma of pines and evergreens which have been there long before you were born, and somehow you know, deep in your bones, that this is a magical place.

To your surprise, you don't feel at all cold. Your body is swaddled in rich furs and draped in lush velvet, keeping you warm as you observe it all. Everything is quiet, draped in the muffling blanket of snowfall, and you feel your breathing quiet in kind.

The crunch of footsteps catches your attention as a figure moves gracefully, deliberately, towards you. It glides, back lit, from the inviting amber glow of a wooden lodge where candles sparkle and flicker in every window.

You guess that this mystery person must be over eight feet tall, broad-shouldered and sure-footed, striding through the ice and snow easily as a cape of regal black fur dances around him. As he nears, you see a pair of majestic onyx horns rising from a crown on his noble head.

Closer still, you see his skin; a striking cobalt blue moving against the snow, and his eyes; two crimson rubies cutting through dusk like stars.

Finally, he stands before you, and though you know you should be afraid, you feel only curious and struck by his otherworldly beauty. He acknowledges you with a bow and the sharp lines of his cheeks raise to show a wide, striking, smile. His teeth are as white as the snow itself.

Loki extends his huge hand to cradle yours and you feel your heartbeat kick up with the thrill of it. As it is so often with dreams, it doesn't occur to you to ask where you are, or how you got here, or who he is, or even if he means you harm. You simply trust this beautiful creature of a man before you.

“Come with me,” his deep voice invites, and you accept, taking his offered arm as if you were a princess at a ball.

---

He opens the enormous doors and steps aside for you to enter. The entire cottage (or really, more of a Viking longhouse, if such a thing were made cozy) was perfumed by a roiling fireplace, giving off a toasty, woody incense, like honeydust.

The stranger removes his hooded cloak and impressive crown. He smiles that same charming smile and runs a hand through his long hair, as black and shiny as raven feathers. It occurs to you that this regal being seems nervous, downright boyishly giddy, around you.

“Please. Make yourself comfortable,” he says, gesturing magnanimously to the plush velvet couches with their layers of warm furs and quilts. You nod and gladly obey, lulled and comforted by the heat as if sinking into a warm bath.

The giant returns with two warm mugs (one the size of a pot, and one of normal size) of something delicious and spicy-smelling, then settles beside you in the heat of the crackling fire.

“Thank you,” you say, reaching for the cup and enjoying it's warmth against your palm. Finally, your rational brain kicks in and you ask, “Where...what is this place? I'm...dreaming?”

He laughs, a deep rich baritone chuckle, and you think it might be the most beautiful thing you've ever heard.

“In a sense.” The corners of his crimson eyes crinkle as he smiles and says, “Your body is asleep, yes. But I'm real...this place is real.”

“And...not to seem rude, but you are...?”

He finishes a sip quickly and politely dabs at his lips before speaking, “Oh yes, I suppose this form must be rather...exceptional...to you.”

You sigh and nod with a smile, relieved that he was the one to address the elephant (or rather, the frost giant) in the room. Meanwhile, Loki thinks that this shy smile must be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I'm a frost giant...a Jotun. King of Jotunheim, actually...not to brag,” he says with a flirtatious wink.

He chatters on genially, careful not to give you time to ask his name. “I've brought you here because you deserve some kindness. You've taken in a creature quite sacred to us and cared for him diligently, asking nothing in return.”

You're about to speak but you're momentarily distracted by the beverage you've just sipped. It might be the most delicious thing you've ever tasted; sweet and rich and spicy. You make the rather absurd mental note to ask the King of Jotunheim for his mulled wine recipe. That thought alone makes you chuckle.

“What is it, darling?”

“It's just...all so strange and...wait, are you trying to tell me that my stray cat is a sacred creature?”

“Well, yes. All cats are. But that one is very special, in particular. Some day, you'll find out why.”

He sets his mug down with surprising dexterity, considering his size, and continues in a more somber tone. He takes both of your hands in his and scoots closer. He smells subtly of mint and pine, and his mere towering presence sitting beside you, curled around you, makes you feel safe, protected.

“I know that you are in need of some kindness, some hope, and I'm here to tell you there is good yet to come. There are splendid things yet to come. I know you're exhausted, sad, and frighted. It pains me to see it, but I know you're strong.

“I don't feel strong,” you admit, bowing your head toward you lap.

His long finger slides gently beneath your chin, lifting your face to meet his kind ruby eyes.

“Please, meet my gaze. It's a pity to hid that lovely face from my eyes.”

God, he's charming. Are all frost giants just oozing charm like this, or is it only their king?, you wonder, as your cheeks begin to burn brighter than the fireplace.

He wraps one strong arm around you and assures you, “Needing some kindness or help doesn't mean you are no longer strong. Everyone gets lost sometimes. Everyone stumbles and needs some tenderness occasionally.”

You give him a wry smile. “Even you, Your Highness? I find it hard to imagine that the world could make you feel small."

He laughs, then he kisses your hand in a gentlemanly gesture that has chills running down your spine; chills that have nothing to do with his slightly chilly skin.

“Even me,” he whispers as he strokes your cheek. The comforting touch melts you into his arms, into the comfort him, of this place, and you dare to put you head on his shoulder. He strokes your back and pulls a blanket more closely around you, then says lightly, “you know I'm actually a runt, for a Jotun. I often feel small. It's all a matter of perspective.” He breathes deeply and you feel the smooth waves where you rest against him. The sound and feeling join the crackle of the hearth in a sweet lullaby of sensation.

You close your eyes and whisper, “I wish I could just stay here.”

“Ah, but you can't, darling. I'm sorry. But you can visit. You must live your life because there is so much good yet to come. In the meantime, know that I'm your humble guardian, always.”

He sees the sorrow in your eyes and decides to ease it with humor. “Besides, who would feed the cat?”

You laugh, your face lights up, and it utterly melts him.

He moves in very gently and cradles your face as your eyes close in anticipation. Planting a light chilly kiss against your eager lips, he whispers, “Time to wake up, my dear.”

-----

You open your eyes to your lamp lit living room and sigh at the vivid memory of your lingering dream. As you stretch, the cat hops away from you with an indignant little chirp. How dare you remove his warm seat!

As a peace offering, you kiss his velvety head and scratch between his ears before rising to your feet. You know it was only a dream, but it's left you feeling better, more hopeful.

Silly, you think, silly brain...putting me on a date with the King of Jotunheim. At least it made me feel better, anyway, imagining some kind of magical guardian angel.

As you cross the room, still yawning, you stop in your tracks. Right before your eyes, the radiator softly tings and hisses into life, sending warm balmy air into the room after weeks of cold. You step nearer, gingerly, as if it might be possessed. How can it possibly be fixed?

On the coffee table beside it, There's a piece of rather fancy looking antique parchment with a delicate cursive skating across its surface. You hold it up to your face and read the title at the top.

Jotun Mulled Wine (courtesy of His Majesty)

A recipe...for mulled wine...from...

You feel the wheels of your mind trying desperately to gain traction and explain this, but you're interrupted by the cat, begging to be held again.

You oblige him, holding tightly to him like a security blanket. When his blue-green eyes meet yours, you finally say, “Well kitten, this is all pretty weird. I guess I found this earlier and forgot, but it sure did give me some wild dreams.”

As you walk to the kitchen, feline in tow, you say, “Christ, here I go, talking to the cat again.” You pause and smirk playfully to your companion, “Say, kitten...did you know that you're a sacred animal?

Well, obviously, Loki thinks, I'm a god.

You chuckle at his sassy mews as you cut carrots and begin to heat up a skillet.

“I love you, you cocky little jerk.”

I love you, too, pathetic little human.

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[taw-k]

From what we've seen of Jotunheim it looks really dark so jotuns have to have night vision and long slit pupils like cats which would also make Loki quite sensitive to light. I really want Marvel to explore them more, their biology, culture, history.

[riotingflora]

Bucky and Loki would be such a cute couple. Imagine...them bonding over knives, and of course the trauma of being found by evil maniacs and turned into someone they're not and also not getting the acceptance they need because everyone around them is to busy judging on the monsters that they were made into, not their past or the fact that they didn't CHOOSE to be monsters. Angsty stuff aside... They'd probably also bond over having to constantly get their respective blonds out of trouble bc they just rush into things like the morons they are(affectionately meant). Theyd both like cats and be nerds, talking about the technological wonders of earth. The relationship would start of slow and a bit rocky, perhaps, but I like to headcanon both of them actually get good therapists(who tf is Raynor? Certainly not a therapist because what the actual hell was that?), and manage to find comfort in each other and heal and get to the point where their relationship is as stable and as healthy as ever. I can imagine Loki being a bit nervous to come out as genderfluid because of the time period Bucky grew up in, but I imagine Loki, after trying to force themself to present male is in tears alone in her room because it's just not comfortable having to look male and not feel like her body matches her gender. And then, Bucky finds her because he's worried because he came home and his partner is crying uncontrollably and when he steps into the room, he immediately rushes over to Loki who is currently shaking on the ground and trying to stop crying, because she was raised to believe crying is for the weak and she needs to be strong because what if Bucky sees her and realizes she's just not enough for him and that there are better options-Until Bucky wipes her tears away and gently asks what's wrong, and what he can do to make it better, and Loki turns away from him, whispering quietly through more tears that she's genderfluid, and that she's not always a guy and that she understands if Bucky doesn't want to see her as a female, or neither, or in between. But Bucky just smiles gently, kissing her cheek and telling her that he'd love her no matter what, because no matter what shape or form, asgardian or jotun, she's always his Loki and he loves her because she's herself.

[nekoamamori]

Masterlist

Updated 9/11/2023

Loki - multichapter:

Loki and the Witchling - You are a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team

Loki’s Witchlings (direct sequel to Loki and the Witchling)

Packless Monsters - You’re a werewolf who ends up in the company of Loki in the Avenger’s tower after saving Pepper Potts’ life.

The Sound of Silence - A mute Enhanced and Loki both move in to the Avengers tower on the same day.

The Witch’s Familiar - You’re a witch working with the team.Thor brings Loki to live at the Avenger’s tower after the events in New York. Problem is, Loki is in cat form and refuses to change back.

Winter’s Hearts - You’re a half-Jotun Valkyrie who has to live with the Avengers after helping them during a battle. Then Thor brings Loki to join the team. Can either of you thaw your frozen bruised hearts?

Monsters and Magic - You’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of vampires. Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody.

Soulbonds and Fairy Dust - One of the fae decides to help out the Avengers. But there is more to this aid than what it first appears.

Beauty and the Beast - Loki is trapped in Jotun form under a curse. Can blind Morgan Stark somehow be the key to helping him break it?

Exam Day - Imagine Loki walking you home after a long school day. - On hiatus

Giftless -  You’re Tony Stark’s niece, living with the Avengers, but have no powers of her own. Loki, a former villain, joins the superhero team, claiming that he has reformed, but can he be trusted?

Gifted - Sequel to Giftless

Handcuffs - Imagine you get accidentally handcuffed to Loki

You Have Heart - Soulmate AU where the first words you hear your soulmate say are tattooed on your skin. The reader has the words “You have heart” tattooed on her and learns what those words mean when it’s Loki who says them.

Hidden Strength - During the battle of New York, Loki meets a remarkable young woman. What will happen when he meets her again while he’s serving penance on Midgard for his crimes?

Omega Mine - You’re an unclaimed Omega who comes to live and work in the Avengers’ tower due to your healing abilities and Omega qualities. You haven’t found your Alpha yet, but things start to change when you meet the mysterious Alpha and former villain: Loki.

Prince's Mate - Prince Loki of Asgard is expected to present as an Alpha. Things don't always end the way they're expected to, even before the Battle of New York makes things even more complicated

Loki x reader one shots:

Day at the Beach - The Avengers decide to take a day off at the beach.

Sick Little Jotun - Imagine when Loki is ill he shows his true form and is very insecure about it, but you comfort him

Imagine Braiding Loki’s Hair - Post mission with the avengers you get bored on the flight home and braid Loki’s hair.

Sleepless - Imagine not being able to sleep and wandering around in the Avengers Tower, but then Loki sees you and he reads you a book until you fall asleep in his arms and in the morning, the rest of the Avengers find you cuddling on the sofa.

Surprise - NSFW - Imagine Loki admitting he secretly enjoys being submissive and asking you to tie him up.

Loki and the Coffee - Loki messes with SHIELD’s coffee supply

Bored - NSFW - You’re Loki’s wife, Sigyn, and make the mistake of telling your husband that you’re bored one day. Though is it REALLY a mistake?

Heat - NSFW - Loki goes into a Jotun heat, and he’s absolutely terrified of what he might do to you, (Mortals being so fragile and all) so he does everything he can to protect you from himself

Prayer - NSFW -  Imagine Loki can hear the prayers of his worshipers. And he decides to come answer yours in person.

The Ball - NSFW -  Imagine Loki and Sigyn get bored at a feast on Asgard and decide to sneak off to enjoy each other instead

Shield’s Monster - NSFW - Imagine Jotun Loki in heat, chained to the wall in the basement because SHIELD don’t know how else to deal with him. You’re new, you go down, intrigued to see the ‘monster’ people are talking about. And you ‘accidentally’ set a really horny Jotun Loki loose…

Feels Like Death - Reader is on her period and miserable and Loki saves the day

Loki one shots:

The Courting of Lady Sigyn - Loki realizes he wants his friendship with Sigyn to become more

Too Much Mischief - NSFW - Sigyn gets called to teach her husband a lesson for causing too much mischief around the tower

Loki Other:

Of Numbers and Strange Friendships - Loki & Spiderman PLATONIC - Loki and Peter Parker somehow forge a friendship after one flippant comment. No one on the team quite understands how it happened. But it seems to do the god some good to have Peter as a friend.

Winter Soldier x OFC

Alpha and Omega - The Avengers rescue a werewolf from Hydra. Can she warm the Winter Soldier’s heart?

Captain America x reader:

Savior from Fangirls - Steve needs a date to a charity gala and you get voluntold to accompany him… despite of, or because of your crush

Friendly Face - You help Captain America as he’s fleeing from shield the day he wakes from the ice

Original works:

Child of Darkness -  A vampire’s slave escapes and fights for her freedom.

Daughter of the Night (sequel to Child of Darkness)

Chosen - Shapeshifters are immune from becoming vampires. What will happen to Samantha when she suddenly finds herself Chosen?

[sharksscripting]

Loki Laufeyson

Headcannons

As your husband

• Your wedding was a mix of Asgard and Jotun traditions, one of them being fucking directly after the ceremony.

• Would tear off your wedding dress (Fix it later with magic obvi.)

• Kisses your knuckles

• Bondage! 💚

• Reads mortal smut to you, will have you reenact the scenes—sometimes will make you read them to him and he will follow them like instructions. Also loves to read to you in general.

• Will indulge in all of your kinks

• Hates, HATES coffee.

• Quite literally will kill for you, you’re hurt? Someones dead.

• Spoils you with the riches of Asgard

• Reassures you that he loves you whenever you seem sad

• Love languages are gifts and psychical touch

• Has two cats.

• Overstimulates you, will edge and edge you forever.

• ADORES cockwarming, will have you sit on him whenever he is reading, writing, working, ANYTHING!

• Would hate showing you his Jotun form but eventually gives in, fucks you later in that form. 🥰

[gloriousburden]

question for any other fans of loki who specifically like the 2011 - 2013 versions of him:

if we did have a loki centered movie/series exploring either loki after the events of tdw, a prequel, or anything else, what would you guys want explored, explained, etc… in it? please add onto this, or even send me an ask! would love to see what you guys would think loki content should’ve consisted of/been about. or even just anything where various questions would’ve been answered. like more about his jotun heritage, his time with thanos between 2011 and 2012, etc..

please rb for reach, truly would love to see what everyone else thinks lol ^_^

loki cat gif bc i can’t get enough of them

[stalkerofthegods]

Loki Deep dive

Signs he's reaching out- seeing the Snaptun Stone, Large numbers of spiders, Fire seeing his symbols and things that remind you of him in a dream, a close brush with danger, Dreams of Loki speaking to you, Repeated appearances of any of the animals related to Loki, sudden obsession on him or seeing things related to him that you wouldn’t regularly notice

Days & holidays! - Autumn Equinox, Samhain, Yule, Sep 5 UPG (tumbler meme devoted to him day) , Julaften, Saturday, April fools, Lokablót

Equivalent- logi  (the personification of fire), Prometheus, Tantalus, Jesus, Pan, Cernunnos, Dionysus, anasi, Bacchus, Lugh, Hermes, Mercury, Elegua, Eshu, Prometheus, Veles, Coyote and Crow

Dislikes- in my experience he wasn’t a fan of Hermes, he doesn’t like Heimdall (Heimdall kills Loki ) 

Married- he is married to Sigyn! (the goddess of Victory)   Also, Loki’s first wife (Angrboda who was a Jotun ) taught Loki magic, later he devoured her heart because she was an ‘evil’ witch.

Zodiac- Aries and Gemini 

Siblings - Blood Odin, Hellblindi and Balyestyr

Devotional- volunteering to help survivors of trauma, helping with orphanages, and those who are in need, laughing at yourself.

Animal - Coyote, Salmon, Snakes, Foxes, vulture, Quiscalus quiscula, wolves, serpents, cats, falcon, butterfly, raven, flies, dragons, spiders.

colors - yellow , green , red, pink, neons, purple, gold, silver, Black, violet 

offerings - Candy, Atomic Fireball (he loves alcohol ex- tequila, rum, brandy, and mead, but he does get tired of it beacuse it’s offered so much), Pez, Pixie Sticks, cookies/pastries, caramel apples. Speaking of apples, He loves red food (ex-Red Velvet) He likes things with a lot of pepper spice, or even just the peppers themselves (habaneros seem to be a favorite), good whiskey, bread, knives, whatever reminds him of u, also baked goods, or anything really, you can give him just sugar or just food, whatever says “LOKI!!”, he also loves caffeinated drinks!, he likes cinnamon, chocolate, Tobacco, weed, cheesecake, especially with berries,  old granddad brand of alcohol, and hard cinnamon flavored or spicy liquor, and spicy runs and mulled wine! Carmel golden apples!  He also loves Nutella, I would recommend giving whatever you think he would like, he likes new things I heard.

Number - 13  and Kaunaz, Naudiz, Thurisaz, number 3, The Berkana rune, 

Planet- Pluto, Dark Moon

To do in his honor  - Inner Child work, Llaughing at yourself, Accepting that no one and self is perfect, and mistakes are okay, Feeling all of our feelings, drawing, coloring, singing, dancing, being creative, working with children or the elderly, collecting and sharing jokes, going on a walk, get lost, go on an adventure with friends or fellow outcasts, go clean up a local park in his honor, do something ur scared of, joke in their honor 

What he favors in devotes - Passion and drive, inc stubbornness, a go-getter, hunger for life, child like playfull Ness

God of - Celeverness, change, Creation, Cunning, Divine, Discovery, Humor, knowledge, sex, Seduction, shapeshifting, trickster (mischief), wit, truth,  temptation, the hearth, nature. 

Patron -outcasts (black sheep), earthquakes, changing cycles of the moon, nature, fire itself.

his weapon- Lævateinn

Herbs - daisy, mistletoe, Lavender, Patchouli, Cinnamon, Clove, Hemp, Holly, Mistletoe, Cedar, Juniper, Elder, “yellow rattle” plant, lokasjóður, “Loki’s Purse” (a plant), Loki oats, wild oats, birch, alder, mullein, acorns, Aspen trees (UPG)

Preferred coffee- very very sweet. (I also heard he likes mocha) 

Remind me of him - smiling, laughter, dancing, knives, horns, flowers, trees, flies, foxes, rings, black nail polish, masks, spiders, red hair, cat eyeliner look, eyeliner, blue eyes, plastic toys, nature 

Blessings - sharper knives (be careful they may be blunt one second and then sharp)

Tarot- The magician, Wheel of Fortune, the sun, the devil, the tower, the magician, 

Signs - spiders, vultures, snakes, seals, foxes, flies, wolves, Dandelions, coyotes 

Alter decorations - boats, kids' toys, anything listed here really.

Scents - He likes cinnamon, mulled wine, cotton candy, and peaty whiskey and yew, but nothing strong or overwhelming or alluring and anything too feminine, he also dislikes super masculine colognes. He likes Pine, cinnamon, sugar & spice, honey, and wild berry incense and dragons blood incense 

Animals• Fox, spiders,Flies, salmon horses, vultures 

Crystal• Volcanic and Sulfurous stones (ex. Obsidian Gypsum, Hematite, etc.)((is associated with tectonic activity)), pyrite (fools gold), color-changing stones, Bloodstone, Xlead calcite, Sunsgone, Stones associated with the air element, red stones, Stones of any other color you associated with Loki (ex- red Jasper, Garnet, Carnelian, Ruby), Stones that scream “LOKI!!”, but mostly - Red Jasper, Amber, Garnet, Goldstone; Plastic, Acrylic, Glass, Gold, Bronze, Silver, Magnesium, Orange calcite, hematite, fire agate, onyx, etc.), serpentine, fire quartz, smoky quartz, pyrite, multi-colored/color-changing stones (labradorite, fluorite, alexandrite, bismuth, etc.), carnelian, and tiger's eye, kambaba jasper, prehnite, garnet, green aventurine, malachite, and petrified wood, Yellow calcite

Symbols•fox, Knox, web, Tangles, snakes, Flies, salmon, horses, Mistletoe, (I've also heard vulture, hawk, skull

Names•known as sky traveler, Ve, or, father of monsters, Flamehair, “that bastard” (UPG), Lie-Smith, Sly-God, Shape-Changer, Sly-One, Lopt, Sky Traveller, Sky Walker, Wizard Of Lies, and Loftur and I'm sure there's more. (I’ve accidentally called him Taco Bell before myself.) 

Mortal or immortal • immortal, but has apples to live longer, suspected the Apple effects last YEARS (like more than 100+ years. Because he is not “old” or dead yet, and in mythology, they take it to stay young and live forever.) and ragnorok

Vows/omans• Blood brother with Odin, Loki swears oaths that he will devise a scheme to cause the builder (of the wall of the asier home) to forfeit the payment, whatever it may cost himself.

Morals• He's morally grey 

Personality• understanding, and fast going, can be jealous and has a quick temper.

Fact• He had a wife before Sigyn and he is in a cave until Ragnorok. I also heard he like farts a lot. And sends spiders, so beware, he made spiders in Sweden mythology 

Roots• Norse mythology 

Appearance in astral or gen• red hair and fair skin but not too red or too fair. Also, blue eyes I think or green. Or anything at all really.

Children- Hel, Jormangandr, Fenir, Sleipnir, Vanir, Narfi, (from sigyn) Svadilfari,  and Einmyria and Eisa (with Glut.) He also ate a woman’s heart and bore the first witch, some say also a HUGE cat. 

Season• the month of Gemini and Aries 

Status• God and Yotan

Element- Fire, air, nature.

Personality- Loki is not always the most mature and can sometimes act like a toddler. Also chaotic Neutral. he is not an omniscient Deity, but true to his word.

Parentage • The tree Lufey and farbauti

Prayers•

Flame-hair, your soul burning into the night, Throwing caution to the wind And casting the die of fate, Teach me your fearlessness. Lie-smith, your sharp words like daggers, Cutting through illusions to the bone And revealing the reality we refuse to see, Teach me your clarity. Silver-tongue, whispering carefully veiled truths, Sowing shrouded mystery in your wake, And leading only the clever onward, Teach me your secrecy. And leading only the clever onward, Teach me your secrecy. Gift-Bringer, recognizing all the overlooked, Giving rightly earned reward where it’s due, And in turn, blame as well, Teach me your justice. Scar-lip, ending silence in the face of injustice, Grinning down at the outcasts And rallying your voice with theirs, Teach me your anger. Pain-holder, accepting your punishment, Embracing the consequences of your deeds, And taking the fall of those who are weaker, Teach me your resilience. World-breaker, harbinger of chaos, Spitting fire upon the stagnant And carving the spear of change, Teach me your courage. Cruel-striker, slanderer of the gods, Burning the inefficient and stale, Revealing potential in the ashes, Teach me your insight. Sly-walker, throwing your mischievous grin about And casting laughter into the darkness Where before there was only despair, Teach me your joy. Shape-changer, manipulator of all walks of life, Confidently adapting to every situation, Commanding the strength of any form, Teach me your cunning. Hearth-fire, warmth of my heart, Your arms a sanctuary where none is found Light and life of the home I can always return to, Teach me your nurturing. Sky-treader, ever true to your wild heart,Letting none even try to contain your spirit As free as the sky itself, Teach me your passion. Hail Loki, And thank you, my God, For everything you bring to my life.I love you so.

- by @klawl

Links/websites/sources •

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Loki is the Norse god of mischief, and the hard cold truth, even tho he may be cold, he is wise, and charming in many ways.

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

[theworldvsyoshiko]

And, for actually getting started...

I turned off all the baseliner-heavy factions that I could. No generic settlers, no generic colonies. The only one left is the empire. Everybody else is some kind of genetically engineered weirdo: pigs, wasters, angels, demons, ogres, cats, snakes, spiders, oni, kitsune, jotun, dwarves, gnomes, etc. All of them except the empire, mercenaries, and one of the angel factions start out hostile, but most of the factions are also open to diplomacy.

Our cat brat scrappy protagonist follows an ideology known only as... The Family:

Because of course, she's out here to make a society populated only by herself, and is a cat genetically inclined toward playing with dead bodies, this is a less upbeat ideology than any of the others so far. But! She's fine being equal with her clones. Some highlights:

For the character herself... the one unique requirement is that she needs to have a passion for Construction. Nekomata get -4 to Construction, and a lot of cloning equipment, mechanoid equipment, and general electricity stuff requires 4+. So, she's got to get to about 10 Construction before she can achieve her goals, unless she gets lucky.

(She can get lucky by: gobbling a gene for it from somebody, getting a constructoid as her starting robot once she gets a mechlink, or taking in a quest NPC with the skill for a while.)

My computer pretty much screams in pain the whole time, because generating 13-year-old catgirls who fit all the requirements for a starting character is difficult.

Finally, the game spits out:

She isn't actually the best character it offered me, but I mean. Look at her messy hair. I wanna tousle it. Also the idea of a catgirl who just fuckin loves dogs is inherently funny to me.

Oh right, and she's starting in a giant crater in a mountainside.

[frostironbasket]

Here be FrostIron.

Snarky ✔️

Competent ✔️

Hot ✔️

Well-Adjusted ❌

At each other's throats. But like. In a good way.

Coming from ao3, I'm rather enamoured with the idea of finding things easily because of useful, accurate tags. Below is a list of commonly used tags on this blog (though some are unused yet; but I think they'll be employed soon enough), sometimes with explanations in [ ] following. I will be updating it as I add tags.

When looking for a specific thing, it is best to input multiple fitting tags into the search field. Like this for example:

#danger maybe, #jokes teasing banter

#cute, #cat loki, #hugs cuddles contact

If the search function in your app has some difficulties, you can do the same in a browser on mobile: Go to frostironbasket.tumblr.com and search there. For more search options, like chrono (reversed) and archive, take a look at this. More general info down below, but for now: Happy frostiron!

Tags:

absolutely lovely, actually hilarious, air flying falling, are you kidding me this is absolutely adorable, armor, arranged fake pretend, asgard, au, aww[more platonic than cute], beautiful, cats, cat loki, cat tony, chibis and cuties[art style], coffee, cold winter snow, cooking and food, cute, danger maybe, death, dogs, dog tony, domestic, dragons, dragon tony, fanart[with the name of the artist in front], fanfic rec, frostiron, frostiron flash bingo, frostiron?, funny, getting it on[sex or getting there], god of mischief, hair brushing braiding, hands fingers holding, horns, hugs cuddles contact, hurt sick suffering, in action[fighting, badass and adjacent things], incorrect quotes, jokes teasing banter, jotun loki, kisses, lady loki, lies and truthbending, merpeople, merman loki, merman tony, mouthfilter.exe not found[Tony. you know how it is xD], oh my god what, peasant[for Loki all condescending and princely], perhaps not in public, robert downey junior, sad, snake loki, tea, temperature rising[hot stuff yes yes], this is frickin delightful, thor, tired sleeping rest, tom hiddleston, water, why? here's why, writing[for text directly on tumblr; small fics or headcanons]

I'll most likely input(reblog) posts from now to 2017 or 2018 — partly because before then, there were quite a few active frostiron blogs that compiled things. (Also because tumblr search only works on posts from 2017 on lol.)

Personally, I have my own understanding of these two, which the description above (snarky, competent, etc...) barely scratches the surface of. I won't go into detail here, but one specific tag in this post of mine gives a most accurate, if vague, representation of my feelings towards them:

"they are... guys. with... issues. and... histories. and I just want them healing and happy"

[clankythecranky]

I just thought of some interesting theories regarding Remus and Romulus but also Freya and Freyr as well as the player.

Theory 1:

Player is Romulus in this story. If I remember correctly Nomura describes Romulus as a brother figure to the Player. Player is supposed destined to be the “Attacker” as far as we know, Romulus kills Remus, and if Remus gets possessed or Player does it could fit the myth. But the myth isn’t finally as with Baldr and Hoder as evidence, but I do think that their strange budding friendship and Player’s disappointment at Remus’s absence is very telling of how Player already views him despite their slightly rocky start, because before the founding of Rome, the twins were as close as close could be.

Theory 2:

Freya is Romulus and Remus is Freyr. This is due to them both being from a set of twins but one isn’t present. Freyr gets killed by a fire Jotun after losing his sword in Ragnarok and Remus dies to his brother after increasingly getting bitter about not having his hill chosen by the gods. Remus becomes the first king of Rome and finds it on the Heaven hill and then kills his brother. While Freya is the goddess of love beauty and wealth but also she has first pick of the dead on the battlefield riding her cat driven chariot, she is also the daughter of the Sea God Njord. They both serve Nept and we know that Norse names like Freya’s become common in Scala Ad Caelums future and that Radiant Garden might be a different hill that Remus wanted his city on. And I don’t think I need to point out the “parental” relationship Nept has with both of them.

Of course because it’s kingdom hearts nothing is one to one but you can hopefully see why I think these theories have some merit.

[aya-the-double-great]

//This is one of my favourite oc's, so I thought I'd bring them to life!//

(First 2 pics thanks to @multifandomer537 <3 )

❄️ AYASARI NJARAPURA SKAĐIDOTTIR ❄️

Gender: Fluid

Pronouns: they/them

Age: 18

Height: 6’5”

Family:

- Mother: Skađi

- Father: Njord

- Half-siblings: Frey and Freyja

Herritage: Jötun and Vanir

Aliases: Alice, Sabrina, The Arctic Medusa

Nicknames: Aya (pronounced ai-jə), Frosty, Elsa, snowflake etc

Titles: Duchess of Jötunheim, Prince of Vanaheim, Daughter of Skađi and Njord, Goddess of Balance and Truth

Powers: Ice manipulation, water manipulation, truth-telling and more

Physical Features (Jotun form):

- Blue skin

- Minor facial markings (jotun scarification)

- Sharp teeth

- Eyes with red iris with black sclera

- Horns

- White hair

- Pet albino python

Physical Features (Vanir Form):

- Olive skin

- Hazel eyes

- White hair

- Crooked teeth

- Glasses

- Eyebrow slit

- Facial pearcings

Background:

Ayasari was born to Njord and Skađi, who were married despite living in different realms and being forbidden by Odin to have children. When Skađi fell pregnant, she stayed in Jötunheim and raised Aya in secrecy, hiding their existence from Odin and the rest of the Aesir. Njord and many other Vanir knew of their existence, though they had to be cautious discussing Aya around any Asgardians. As they got older, Njords eldest children Frey and Freyja grew jealous of their half-sibling and reported a half-jötun child to Odin. Skađi was forced to discreetly send Aya to Midgard, where Odin would never think to look. With new powers at barely 18 (young for an Asgardian and yet still fully grown) Aya has been adjusting to life on what the locals call “earth” and hiding their powers and herritage from everyone. Well, until they find out about the Avengers…

TLDR: forbidden child with powers sent to Midgard

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//mod is @v3ggyqu33n, other rp blogs are @0din-borson and @a-scruffy-stray-cat

I've had issues with people not being able to tag me so if in doubt tag my main blog

Under 18 dni unless in rp, plz be kind and rp anons only

No homophobia, transphobia, racism hatred or other vile behaviour, mod stands with Palestine

I am autistic and also an idiot so if I misinterpret anything let me know <3

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(Edit: made them even taller to spite my bf)

[tarithenurse]

The beast in the mirror

Fandom: MCU Pairing/starring: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader Word count: 3071 Content: Smut (DUBCON/NONCON, magic use, oral, anal, vaginal), hints of Jotun Loki, no plot whatsoever, kinda rough. A/N: For this one, Loki is well aware of his heritage even though it’s a secret to most in Asgard. Betaed partly by the always amazing TanteFrutsel-CreativeNurse.

The beast in the mirror

You’ve imagined feeling his gaze upon you but never actually caught him in the act. The other maids and servants only describe the young prince as aloof and even ignorant to their existence...so why this feeling?

Perhaps you are simply smitten, after all. He is young and beautiful. The face of prince Loki haunts your dreams causing you to wake near feverish and body thrumming with need.

Do you love him? You cannot even claim to know him!

Most likely all it is, is the urge to be wanted, desired by someone powerful. Or maybe it is the poor maiden’s dream of being pulled from poverty by a handsome prince.

And he is handsome, that you can not deny. Ivory skin pulled taught over a lean and muscular frame, raven hair framing high cheekbones and glistening green eyes. His lips, delicate, speaking words of intellect and wisdom. Not to mention his hands. Norns! They are to swoon for!

Truly, you are no match for him and so your bury your silly dreams and ignore the so-called sense of his gaze upon you as you go about your duties of cleaning his rooms and tending to his needs.

Until one day, you catch the reflection in the mirror.

A day like many others is coming to its close and you have brought prince Loki his supper as he wishes to dine in privacy this evening. On your way out, you pause to collect his laundry and straighten a few things – you know how particular he can be. Bending to pick up a discarded tunic, you catch a glimpse of movement to your right but a glance proves that it’s nothing more than the reflections in the tall mirror: you, bend over and cloth bundled in your arms; him behind you, a goblet in hand and gaze stuck on your most prominent feature your position considered.

Flushed with embarrassment, you straighten quickly and then nearly drop your armful as you notice something in the reflection. His eyes! Gone is the usual green, swallowed instead by a crimson more intense than rubies.

Startled (scared), you twirl around but now as you look upon him, his eyes are back to normal. Confused, no words come out as you open your mouth to question reality – which perhaps is for the better as you shouldn’t speak out of turn but of course Loki notices.

“Cat got your tongue, little mouse?” he mocks. Then he motions to the dirty clothes. “See that they are returned without a wrinkle.” And with that he returns to the seat by the fire.

...

It happens again a few days later.

Cleaning the chambers, you’ve taken to polishing that very same mirror and as if to mock your memory, Loki enters the room behind you, shamelessly looking you up and down although you can see his actions without needing to turn.

But what can you say? So you continue, rubbing vigorously with your cloth to finish the task quicker...until you reach the spot that holds his face and your eyes lock with his through the reflection.

Red. Red like spilled blood or the roses from the queen’s garden. Gasping, you drop your cloth and turn only to suddenly find him standing much closer than anticipated.

“What seems to be the problem, little mouse?” he smiles coldly, voice nothing but a shivering whisper.

Looking up at him as he towers above you, the odd colour has drained from his eyes, leaving the usual emeralds to mesmerize you.

“Y-your eyes, my prince,” you manage to mutter. He doesn’t move his attention, just smirks and motions for you to go on. “They were...I thought...” But now that you’re to say it out loud, you realize how silly it is. How impossible.

Rather than say anything, he turns you around so you both face the mirror. One hand rests on your shoulder even as he points to his eyes which remain the same forestry hue as you should have expected. Still, you find that you have to release a breath of relief. Briefly, you admire the hand that still holds you steady before lifting your head once more...and freezing.

There it is: the crimson. Ominous and undeniable, both his eyes are drowning in a sea of blood made all the more hellish by his grin that bares teeth akin to fangs. Now both hands are on your shoulders, fingers digging into your joints and making you whimper. And still you can’t tear your eyes away.

“Afraid of what you see, mouse?” he growls.

You are. Or you should be at least. Your heart is galloping and your legs threaten to buckle and bring you to the knees before the prince where you could – NO! Stop it! Unbidden, an image of what you could do for him on your knees has sprung into your mind, making wetness pool between your legs and the air stick in your lungs for a second before you can push the twisted and inexplicable desire aside.

But a second is all Loki needs to perceive that something is up. You can tell by the smirk and raised brow that he knows. Nostrils flaring, he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, his hands glide down your arms before locking your wrists in a punishing grip.

“I smell it, mouse,” he purrs, sending shivers down your spine, “I smell your lust. You cannot hide it from me.”

A part of you doesn’t want to, though. Your body is urging you to give in but you know better than that. Still you don’t object as his hands begin to wander again, feeling your bosom through the drab linen of your dress before moving to cup your ass, caress your waist, pinch your thighs. His hands seem to be everywhere as he circles you, long fingers working your heart into a frenzy.

You don’t know when you’ve moved, but suddenly you find the back of your legs bumping against the ostentatious bed and you struggle to maintain balance both physically and mentally.

“We shouldn’t -” you begin only to be silenced by a searing kiss that seems too intimate for him yet serves its purpose by silencing you. Lost momentarily in the conflicting sensations, it takes a moment before you force yourself from his lips. “Your highness! We can’t!”

Something dark flashes in the crimson pools and he growls with a warning voice: “And who would stop me? You?”

A light push is all it takes for you to topple over, bouncing slightly on the bed before he pins your wrists with a single hand above your head. He’s supporting his weight on a knee by your side, leaving the other hand free to hoist up your skirt, baring your less than glamorous intimates to him. He doesn’t seem to care that the undergarments aren’t made of silk or gossamer, though. He simply purrs with delight and strokes your weeping folds through the fabric.

You don’t know what causes you most shame: to be seen in a state of undress by the prince...or in such a state of need. You know you ought to at least try to resist it and so you begin to wriggle in his grasp if only for a brief second because the movement brings added friction, making your cunt clench around nothing in response.

Repositioning you both properly onto the bed roughly, it’s a relief when he removes his hands but the sensation is short lived as a golden flicker conjures a gleaming dagger and a new fear courses through you.

“Please!” you squeak, afraid of what Loki might do to you.

He scoffs. “Relax, little mouse, this is not for you...well, not directly, anyways.”

He slips the blade down the side of your undergarment and tears back with a flick of the wrist, causing the fabric to split. Of course he repeats the action on the other side but this time you know what he’s about to do and you have time to register the cool whisper of steel against your skin. Dangerous. Tantalizing. Like the prince.

Pulling the loose fabric aside, Loki brushes his nose against your folds, breathing in deeply. His proximity makes you squirm, heat rising to your scalp and causing your heart to up the speed a notch – something you’d have sworn was impossible if you’d had the wherewithal to think that far.

“Lie...still...” the god growls, moving a hand to close loosely around your throat.

Of course you do as he says. A part of you understands that it would be useless to struggle anyways but mostly you don’t want to. You want to know what it’s like to be taken by him and so when his tongue darts out, delving into your slit to lap at the juices, you moan rather than whimper.

“Oooh, my little mouse enjoys the game,” he singsongs, biting into the supple flesh of your inner thighs, “let’s see what else she likes.”

If you’d hoped for more magic wrought by the silver tongue, you’d have been disappointed. Thankfully, you’ll never make the mistake of trying to predict you master’s actions and you manage to stop yourself from wincing when he drags you flush against his crotch, ankles resting on his wide shoulders. You can feel the bulge through the leather and you know that he must be frighteningly well-endowed. At least he’s still dressed, giving you some time to prepare mentally.

His fingers snap and a golden shimmer surrounds him. He was dressed.

Now you can marvel at his creamy skin and the ropy muscles that serve one purpose right now: making him grind against your heat. The long shaft of his erection fits snugly between your folds and he angles his hips in such a manner that the cock head, weeping and purple from the strain, nudges your clit. Each time, it sends a shudder of delight through your core.

As if he can read you – he probably can – Loki presses your legs against your chest with his own body weight and spears you.

He does not grant you time to acclimate or even regain you breath, but sets a punishing pace that makes the whole bed shake. Each thrust hits deep in your core and drags over the sweet spot. You would have cried out in pain and joy if he didn’t clamp down against your windpipe.

“Not a sound, little mouse,” he hisses, making sure to thrust particularly hard.

All you can do is nod. Your hands are scrabbling for purchase but you’re too afraid to touch the prince without his explicit consent and so instead you end up reaching above your head, finding the headrest to push against and stop your body from inching closer to it, instead granting you the ability to meet his movement.

Your body is fighting a losing battle, trying to retain a semblance of control over itself. Your legs are shaking. Lungs burning, your vision starts to blur but just then Loki releases you long enough to cough and breathe in deeply.

It hurts but it feels amazing too, making the tension in your womb build and threaten to spill over. You fight to stay quiet, clamping your hands over your mouth instead in a fool’s attempt to hold back the moans but they slip past anyways.

An annoyed growl escapes Loki as he pulls out, leaving you hollow and throbbing with need. You were so close and now...now you fear you’ve lost it and upset the prince to boot.

“On your hands and knees,” he growls, guiding you around to face him in all his glory.

You know what he wants and your mouth already fills with saliva at the thought but he leaves nothing to chance and instead grabs you by the neck to guide your lips to his cock.

He’s big, far bigger than any other man, and veins and ridges adorn the shaft which in hindsight explains the friction you’d been too fucked out to consider before. Now, however, you get to run your tongue along them before your lips wrap around the crown and you try to take him in.

He tastes of you but you also register a hint of something else that must be his precum. Then his strong hand pushes onto your neck. Slurping and toying with the frenulum with the tip of your tongue, you set to work obediently.

You’re not even close to fully taking him in and you want to use a hand to compensate for the rest, but Loki tuts at you: “No, little mouse...try harder,” and frames your face with both of his hands to angle your face just right before pushing in.

Hitting your gag reflex, he groans in delight as your throat constricts around him and he stills for a moment. Once again, you can’t breathe, not even as you try to through your nose and your hands find the only purchase available: his hips.

He takes to fucking your throat with a fiendish vigour. Tears run down your cheeks, mixing with the spittle as they drip from your chin and onto the silken sheets beneath you and you vaguely realize that you will never be able to see his bed again without thinking of this moment.

You’re whimpering, but the sound stays in your chest, unable to push past his thick cock except in brief bursts when he pulls back. Your jaws ache and yet you want more, so much so that your cunt clenches around thin air. Trying to be discreet because you don’t know how he’d react, you reach between your legs to find the sensitive little nub, rolling it between your fingers.

“I see,” Loki grits out, “but I shall be gracious and allow it. In fact...”

Letting go for a moment, Loki snaps his fingers and your entire body is enveloped in the golden shimmer you are learning to associate with his magic.

It’s as though a dozen hands are touching you. Although invisible, the hands impatiently tears your dress asunder, gaining access to fondle your breasts, tweaking the nipples to the verge of pain, and playing with your clit.

Then, without warning, something is inserted into your core. A deep groan rips through you, causing Loki’s hips to stutter and his balls to tighten and instinctively you cup and tug them, making his breath hitch.

Whatever is filling up your cunt increases its pace and the rubbing of your clit intensifies causing the impending ecstasy to build within you like a bubble ready to burst. You want to call out to him, tell him that you are close but there’s no time and you’re taken over by the roaring luxury of wave after wave of bliss. You entire body seizes, your walls fluttering and your clit throbbing almost painfully as the stimulation continues.

Then Loki cums. Thick ropes shooting into your throat as he slams his pelvis flush against your face, a guttural sound escaping him. For a few moments, he holds still while the magic still works on you, making you whimper and cry.

Eventually, you try to push away, wanting to escape the overstimulation that’s causing the tension to grow inside you again.

“Not so fast, little mouse,” he purrs, partially out of breath.

Though he does pull you off his cock and onto your side, you realize that even now his erection shows no sign of lessening. Swallowing hard, you scramble to get a bit of distance, but he won’t let you, hooking an arm around your thigh instead to keep you in place. His fingers, real fingers, dance through your soaked slit, collecting all they can and smearing it around your other hole and fear grips you once more

“Don’t worry, pet,” he smirks, “I’ll be gentle.”

A single digit plays with the puckered ring before pushing in, adopting the same rhythm as whatever is working your cunt. It feels foreign...but not bad. In fact, it only adds to the build-up in your lower abdomen and you know you’ll be loud if he inserts another finger so you reach for one of the fluffy pillows, burying your face in it.

You can hear him chuckle. “Smart girl.”

And then, as you had predicted, he adds to the intrusion, scissoring and wriggling and pumping until you think you can handle it no longer. You breathe a sigh of relief when the emptiness returns even though you know that it’s a brief respite. Still, tears stream freely into the silk covered pillow.

Invisible hands keep still, simply holding you. Blunt and big, you recognize the insistent pressure against your hole for what it is.

“Too big!” you whimper when it feels like he’s splitting you open.

“Nonsense, my mouse,” he gasps, voice strained.

And indeed: somehow he does manage to fit. This time he pauses (although you’re sure it’s for his own sake rather than yours) before slowly beginning to rock. Slow at first, he eventually finds a rhythm that he probably could keep up for a long time if it wasn’t for the tightness you provide.

You? You’re forgetting how to breathe, finding a new pleasure that you had no idea existed. Your logic tells you to relax, but the adrenaline coursing through your body makes you clench, causing the god to swear.

As if to reward or punish you (you aren’t sure which) the magical stimulation begins anew. Rough, borderline painful. Circles are rubbed onto your clit and the feeling of both holes filled has your squeaking into the pillow but it far from hides the squelching sounds caused by the lewd actions.

Then he ups the pace, thrusting harder and deeper than you thought possible to bear and the dam breaks, flooding you although you never fully had recovered from the first time. You can’t help but scream, muffled as it may be. He rides you through it, prolonging the ecstasy until you beg him to stop and only then does he snap his hips one last time, filling you as he roars.

There’s no tenderness once it’s over. Just a simple dismissal causing you to dress in your ruined clothes, the trace of your sins still sticky between your legs and running down your thighs. But as you stand with the hand on the door handle, he calls to you from the bed:

“I expect you to bring my supper.”