#day 7: mead

[therealvikingstrash]

My Entry for the last Prompt of @vikingsevents Winter Solstice. Day 7: Mead

Honey Mead

Aslaug always threw the greatest feasts for her subjects on the holidays. Midwinter was no different. Ubbe caught Hvitserk eating a chicken leg while chatting up two maidens and couldn't help but smile. It didn't fade as he walked past, patting his little brother on the shoulder to find someone for himself.

With his cup in his hand he walked through the masses gathered inside the Great Hall, passing people he knew and greeted as usual without stopping. There was someone who'd caught his eye earlier and he needed to know if he was right about her.

Many years ago Siggy died for Hvitserk and him and they never saw Thyri again as she left Kattegat for good. His mother once told him it was due to all the horrible things that had happened to her family that she felt the need to leave this place behind.

She was a little older, he noticed once he finally was close enough to be convinced it was her and none other. "It's been a long time," Ubbe said, loud enough to be heard over all the music and chatter of the guests. "Thyri, right?" he asked, effectively pushing another man out of the way who'd been about to try his luck.

Thyri smiled at him over the rim of her cup. He knew she only had ale in it and offered his own, filled with honey mead. "You must be a son of Ragnar," she said, a fire dancing in her eyes that captivated Ubbe immediately. He nodded to confirm and she offered the seat next to her. Then she took a sip from Ubbe's cup, a surprised expression crossing her face. "I haven't had this in a long while." Thyri said wistfully.

"You could have it whenever, if you were to marry me," Ubbe said cockily, a smirk on his lips.

Thyri laughed, the sweetest sound to Ubbe, "I don't even know your name, son of Ragnar." He regarded her with a hungry look. She was something else, he decided. Older and probably not what Aslaug wanted, but as far as Ubbe remembered Thyri used to be a princess.

"If that's the only condition holding you back," he remarked, looking over the people who danced and were having fun around them. "I'm Ubbe."

The way Thyri bit back her smile entranced Ubbe and he swore he'd do anything to see her smile more often.

[mymindcreatedthis]

The Question Game part 1 of 2

Y/n x Keira Walsh x Alexia Putellas x Georgia Stanway x Alessia Russo x Katie McCabe x Leah Williamson x Ella Toone x Sam Kerr x Jessie Fleming x Rachel Daly x Millie Bright x Lucy Bronze x Claudia Pina

Warning: Smut! Smut! smut!

Word count: 3.4K

*Y/n's Pov*

It was the second day of camp. We had today, yesterday and tomorrow off to get settled in and get situated. Leah was hanging out in my room with me. We were watching a random movie.

It was 5:30 pm and we had just finished Dinner and were hanging out watching movies and having a few drinks. After the first 2 movies and our final drink Leah straddles me and sits on my lap.

"Mm we should play a game love." Leah says.

I bite my lip as I place my hands on her hips. "What game did you wanna play?" I ask.

Leah smirks and cutely giggles. "It's called the question game." Leah says.

I smile. "Okay Williamson hit me with it."

Leah pulls the questions up on her phone. Leah bites her lip and slowly grinds against my lap. I bite my lip and place my hands on her ass.

"Question 1. Who would you pick to give you a handjob?" Leah asks.

"Mm Keria Walsh." I reply.

Leah giggles and types Keira's name. "Question 2. Who would you pick to give you a blow job?"

Fuck that's a good question. "Jessie Fleming." I say.

Leah writes Jessie's name for the question. "Question 3. Who would you pick to fuck in Doggy?" Leah asks.

"Georgia Stanway." I say.

I would give anything to watch her fat ass ripple as I fuck her in doggy. Leah giggles and types Georgia's name for the question.

"Question 4. Who would you pick to fuck in missionary?" Leah asks.

"Alessia Russo." I say.

Leah types my answer and continues to ask me the questions and record my answers for the questions.

"Question 5, who would you pick in Cowgirl?" Leah asks.

I smirk and squeeze her ass. "You." I say. Leah blushes darkly and moans as I squeeze her ass.

"Q-Question 6. Who would you fuck in reverse Cowgirl?" Leah asks.

I bite my lip as I think for a minute. "Mm Alexia Putellas." I say.

"Question 7. Who would you pick to give you a tit job?" Leah asks.

"Beth mead." I say.

Leah giggles and reads the next one. "Question 8. Who would you pick for Anal?" Leah asks.

Oh my god. Lucy bronze i have to pick Lucy I mean have you seen that ass of hers?! "Mm I'd pick Lucy Bronze." I say.

Leah giggles. "Her ass was definitely made for fucking anal." Leah giggles. "Question 9, who would you eat out?"

"Grace Clinton." I say.

"Question 10. Who would you Jerk off to and cum on?" Leah asks.

"Mm Rachel Daly." I say.

Leah smiles and types Rachel's name. "Question 11. Who's folds would you use to get off?"

I think for a second. "Millie Bright 100%." I smile.

"Oh I'm interested for your answer for this question. Question 12, who would you surprise with a surprise creampie?" Leah asks.

"Mm Viv Miedema." I say.

"Question 13, who are you giving a facial too?" Leah asks.

"That's a good question. I'd have to pick Ona Batlle." I reply.

"This one would be sexy to watch. Question 14, who would you pick to twerk on your dick and make you cum?" Leah asks.

"I'd definitely say Lena Oberdorf." I say.

"15 who would you let ride your face until they cum?" Leah asks.

"....Claudia Pina." I say.

I bite my lip as my eyes trial up Leah's toned abs. Leah was only wearing a sports bra and shorts.

"16. What team would you pick to have a orgy with?" Leah asks.

"England." I say.

Leah smiles and nods. "Don't blame you, England has some really fine players." Leah says.

"17. Who would you pick to throat fuck?" Leah asks.

I lay there quietly and think for a moment. "Mmm Ella Toone."

"18. Who would you pick to fuck standing up?" Leah asks as she goes down the list of questions.

"Uh I'd have to pick Sam Kerr." I say.

"19. Who are you fucking agsisnt the window?" Leah asks.

I smile and tap my fingers against her butt as I think for a moment. "Most definitely Katie McCabe."

Leah giggles and types Katie's name. "Good choice love."

"2 more left. 20, who would you pick to have a threesome with?" Leah asks.

"Fuck that's a really good question.... I'd have to say, Alessia Russo and Georgia Stanway." I reply.

"They're a good choice for a threesome. They'd definitely be a great duo in bed." Leah agrees with my choice.

I smile and giggle at her comment.

"Okay last question. Who would you pick to wake you up every morning with a blow job?" Leah asks.

"Oo good question.... I'd say Caitlin Foord." I say.

Leah smirks and types Caitlin's name for the last question.

*Leah's Pov*

I bite my lip and blush as I feel Y/n's bulge rub against my clothed pussy making me wet. She felt big, she was definitely turned on from the questions. I get even more wet as I feel her length growing more against my clothed pussy as I ask her the questions.

It was getting late little did Y/n know that I had a plan in mind. We finish the questions, I go to my messages and send the questions I asked Y/n to the girls.

I giggled as my phone was blowing up. The girls went crazy and extremely turned on from what I had told them and what Y/n had said about them.

They agree to play the game and agree to meet at Y/n's the next day. Y/n and I watched another movie, it was now 9:30 pm. I decided to call it a night.

"Hey it's getting late. I'm gonna call it a night." I say.

Y/n nods and smiles. "Okay good night love, I'll talk to you tomorrow." Y/n says.

I smile and nod, I kiss her cheek and leave the room and head back to my room. I smile to myself. Y/n had no idea what was in store for her. I get ready for bed and fall asleep.

*Y/n's Pov*

The next morning my alarm blares through the room. I turn it off and look at the time, 10am. I get up, and start getting ready for the day. I shower, get dressed and brush my teeth.

11:30 rolls around and there's a knock on the door. I get up and answer the door confused. I blush darkly as I see Leah, Keria, Alexia, Georgia, Alessia, Ella, Katie, Sam, Jessie, Rachel, Millie, Lucy, Claudia Ona, Gracie, Lena, Viv, Beth and Caitlin all standing there.

Leah giggles. "May we come in?" Leah asks.

"Yeah of course." I say, I move to the side and let them in. I close the door behind them and lock it.

"I told them that you and I were interested in doing a game day and just hanging out." Leah says.

I smile and nod. "Yeah we can play a game and hang out."

Leah and the girls giggle. "We were thinking of playing a certain game." Alessia says.

"Okay. What game did you guys wanna play?" I ask.

"The question game." Katie says.

I shrug. "Sure we can play the question game."

Leah pulls up the game and I suddenly get really nervous as it hits me. This is the game that Leah and I were talking about.

I blush darkly as Beth takes off her shirt and Bra and tosses them off to the side. I bite my lip and moan as Keira rubs my bulge over my shorts.

"Come on baby, it'll be fun. Don't be a pussy, you were pretty confident last night with your answers." Keria whispers as she rubs and grabs my dick over my shorts.

"Mm F-Fuck, O-Okay. Yes please, L-Let's play the game." I cutely stutter in response.

The girls giggle at my comment. I smirk as Keira gets on her knees. I look around the room and blush even more as the girls get undressed and get naked.

Keria grabs the waistband of my shorts and pulls my shorts and boxers down my legs as tosses them off to the side.

Kiera bites her lip and checks out my cock once it's freed from its condiment. "Fuck baby your huge."

I smile. "Thanks baby."

I take off my shirt and sports bra and toss them off to the side Keira stands back up, I bite my lip and giggle as she pushes me back onto the bed. Keria smirks and locks eyes with me as she slowly strips her shorts and panties off and tosses them off to the side. Keria smirks, she strips her shirt and slides her sports bra off and tosses them off to the side.

"Like what you see daddy?" Keria asks teasing me.

I smile and nod and bite my lip. "You're beautiful babe." I say.

Keria smiles at my comment. "Thank you baby." Keria says.

Keria joins me on the bed. Keira smirks and spices it up, she sits on my chest with her back to me. Keria leans down and spits on my cock. She wraps her hand around my cock and slowly strokes my dick.

I moan and squeeze her ass, Keira giggles and moans as I squeeze her ass and strokes my dick faster.

"Mm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

The girls giggle and watch as Keira gives me a handjob. I moan loudly in pleasure and grip the sheets as Keria continues to stroke my dick.

*Keria's pov*

I squeeze my thighs together and bite my lip as I get wet. I giggle as some of her precum leaks out. I can feel her throbbing. She really needed a release Lip. I bite my lip as Y/n grabs my ass.

Y/n cutely moans and grips the sheets. "Mm fuck Keria baby I'm close." Y/n cutely moans.

I smirk and play with her balls as I stroke her dick faster. "F-Fuck I'm gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that." Y/n moans in pleasure.

"Cum baby girl. Be a good girl and cum for us." I say.

The girls smile and bite their lips as they watch me stroke her dick and play with her balls. Y/n moans loudly in pleasure. I smirk and giggle as cum spurts and oozes all over my fingers and hand l.

Some cum lands on Y/n's lap and and and some lands on my thigh and on the sheets.

"Woah look at that. Fuck that was a sexy cumshot baby." I giggle and lick her cum off my fingers and wipe the rest of her cum off the sheets.

I giggle and get off her. Y/n lays there and moans as cum slowly oozes out of her dick as she comes down from her high.

*Y/n's pov*

I blush sanely as I come down from my high. I was still trying to comprehend that I had just got a handjob from Keria Walsh.

Leah giggles. "Next up is Jessie." Leah says, reading off the answers.

Jessie smirks and joins me on the bed. I blush and bite my lip as she lays between my legs. I bite my lip and watch as Jessie licks my dick and swirls her tongue around my tip.

I moan as Jessie spits in my cock and takes my dick in her mouth. I moan and run my fingers through her hair as she slowly bobs her head and locks eyes with me.

Jessie chokes and gags a bit as my tip hits the back of her throat. I moan as she bobs her head faster.

"Mm fuck Jessie your mouth feels so good." I moan in pleasure as I lean my head back against the headboard behind me.

She swirls her tongue around my tip as she continues to suck my dick and plays with my balls with her other hand.

I moan and grip the sheets as she bobs her head faster and faster than before. Jessie lets my dick pop out of her mouth as she kisses my inner thigh and smiles.

"Mm you taste amazing." Jessie moans.

I giggle and moan as she takes my dick back in her mouth immediately deep throating me causing me to be a moaning mess.

Jessie locks eyes with me and hums against my dick seeing the reaction she was getting from me.

"I'm gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that." I moan and close my eyes.

I gripped the sheets with one hand and held the back of Jessie's head with my other hand. She was making me closer and closer to cumming.

My balls tighten as my dick hits the back of her throat. "Fuck Jessie I....."

*ThroatPie*

I moan firing Jessie's hair pushing her head further down in my cock as I explode in her mouth. Sweat dripping modem from my forehead, my legs shake and buckle.

Jessie lifts her head up and swallows my load. I bite my lip as Jessie sucks me dry, getting every drop of my cum and swallowing it. My dick falls from Jessie's mouth and falls limp. Jessie giggles, she kisses my inner thighs and kisses my dick.

"Mm you taste amazing daddy." Jessie says. I blush darkly at her comment.

"Thank you." I moan.

Jessie giggles and kisses me. I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips and kiss back. Jessie gets off the bed.

"Next up is Georgia." Leah says.

I smirk and blush as I get to fuck Georgia in doggy: "And there's only one rule. When you fuck us there's no pulling out." Leah says.

The girls giggle as I blush darkly. "O-Okay." I say.

I was gonna enjoy this even more. If I'm being honest, I don't think I would've been able to pull out in time. Georgia smirks and joins me on the bed and gets on all fours.

Georgia giggles and shakes her ass. "Come on daddy. I wanna feel that cock in my pussy." Georgia says seductively as she shakes her ass.

I bite my lip and check out her ass, smirk and get behind her on the bed. I slap her ass, Georgia moans and jumps as I slap her ass.

"Mm fuck." Georgia moans.

She moans as I spank her ass again. I smirk and rub my tip through her folds. "Mm your ass looks amazing in this position." I moan as I slide my cock inside her pussy.

We both moan, I place my hand on her hip and grab her hair with my other hand, I wrap her hair around my hand. I slowly thrust in and out of her as I pulled her hair.

We both moan in pleasure as I thrust in and out of her faster and faster. "Fuck...Fuck...Fuck." Georgia squeaks out with each thrust.

"Like that slut? Me deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask, teasing her.

Georgia moans and Nods. "Fuck yes I love you deep inside me stretching me out." Georgia moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her in doggy.

We both moan as I fuck her faster and faster as I pull her close to me. We both moan as this allows me to go deeper inside her. Shit this feels so good, I'm balls deep inside her.

"Shit I don't think I'll last long G. Ugh, your grip is amazing." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Georgia giggles and moans throwing her ass back against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out.

"Mm guess I should help you out and make you fill me up with your thick load." Georgia moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven.

"Mm I'm close." I moan.

"Ugh shit, me too." Georgia moans.

I moan loudly, my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan as her walls clench around me letting me know I was close to cumming.

Georgia throws her ass back against me as she slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster. Fuck she's really gonna make me cum.

Georgia screams in pleasure and squirts. Georgia squirts all over my dick and on the bed.

"Georgia baby I'm close." I moan loudly as I feel my balls tighten. Georgia moans and cums all over my dick.

Creampie #1:

Georgia moans and cums all over my dick. I can't take it anymore cum began to ooze out of my dick. Filling up Georgia's entrance and filling her up to the brim. A final spank to her ass I slowly pull out.

Cum began to leak out of her pussy and onto the bed sheets. Georgia mains as my cum continues to ooze out of her and drip into the bed.

I giggle and squeeze her ass as I admire the sticky mess I left behind in her pussy. The girls giggle and moan as they see my cum ooze and drip out of Georgia's pussy.

"Fuck daddy. You filled her to the brim." Keira moans.

I giggle, I kiss Georgia's ass and spank it one last time. Georgia moans and gets off the bed.

"Next up is Alessia." Leah says

I smile and look at Alessia. "Missionary now baby." I ordered.

Alessia giggles, she smiles back at me. Alessia gets on the bed and lays in missionary. I begin to tease her clit and push my tip in and out of her entrance.

I giggle as Alessia moans and pouts. I bite my lip and slide my cock inside her making her moan and grip the sheets. I grip her thighs as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

"Fuck Y/n you're actually huge." She moaned as she adjusted to my size in this position.

Her head moved side to side as I sped up my thrust and thrust into her faster and faster.

"F-Fuck Y/n." Alessia moans in pleasure.

"Does it feel good baby?" I ask as I hold onto her right boob.

"So so good." Alessia cries out in pleasure.

We both moan as I thrust in and out of her tight pussy faster and faster. Alessia moans and wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer to her. This allows me to go deeper inside her and we both moan.

"Mm you feel so good clenched around me." I moan in pleasure.

I pick up the pace and go faster, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

"Fuck...Fuck...Fuck." Alessia squeaks out with each thrust.

I smirk, I gently grab her throat and choke her as I fuck her tight wet pussy. "Fuck yes, choke me as you fuck my slut pussy." Alessia moans.

I smirk, I choke her as I continue to fuck her. "Ugh fuck." I moan.

"Shit you feel so good inside me." Alessia moans.

After a few more thrusts I feel my balls tighten. I smirk as I watch Alessia's tits bound up and down as I pull her left leg up over my shoulder giving me more of an angle to go deeper inside her pussy.

"Fuck! fuck yes right there. You're gonna make me squirt." Alessia screams in pleasure.

Alessia squirts all over my dick, abs and thighs. I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

Creampie #2:

"Fuck." I shout at the same time with Alessia. We both begin to cum at the same time, her juices leaking out of her pussy as I fill her up. Both of us become a moaning mess under each other's touch.

I kiss her calf up and down as we help each other come down from our highs. "Such a good girl for me." I whisper as I kiss up Alessia's body reaching her lips. "So beautiful." I say.

Alessia smiles and kisses me. "Fuck that was amazing." Alessia moans.

I smile and kiss her again. I look over at Leah. "W-Who's next?" I ask.

Leah smirks. "Me."

I smirk, Alessia gets off the bed. I lay on the bed, I bite my lip as Leah straddles me. Leah lines my tip up with her entrance, Leah puts the tip in and slowly sinks down taking my length deep inside her.

We both moan as I’m deep inside her pussy. Leah grabs my tits steading herself as she takes a moment to adjust to my size. Leah and I both moan as she slowly slides up and down on my dick.

“Mm fuck.” Leah moans, her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room.

I moan and spank her ass. Leah moans and slides up and down on my dick faster and harder.

“F-Fuck.” I moan in pleasure.

Leah moans and massages my tits as she continues to ride me. “Gah fuck it feels so good.” Leah moans.

Leah moans and grips the top of the headboard as she rides me faster and faster. I moan loudly as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

“Gah Leah slow down a bit. I’m gonna cum.” I moan in pleasure.

Leah cutely giggles and moans. “That’s the point I’m gonna drain your balls and collect every drop of cum.”

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I’ve heard. I moan and watch Leah as she continues to ride my dick.

“You close baby? You gonna bust your load deep inside my pussy?” Leah asks seductively.

Leah grips the head board as she continues to ride me. I bite my lip as my precum leaks inside her letting her know that I was about to bust.

“Leah baby I’m gon-“ I’m unable to warn her in time.

Creampie #3:

Leah moans and cums all over my dick I can’t take it any more, Leah slams her ass Devon my dick. Cum oozes and spurts out of my dick filling up Leah’s entrance filling her up to the brim.

We both moan as she slowly slides up and down on my dick helping us ride out our Highs. Leah slowly slides off my dick. Cum began to leak out of her pussy and drip onto my lap, abs and sheets.

I smile and rub her clit as I admire the sticky mess I had left behind in her pussy. Leah cutely giggles and moans as I rub her clit.

“Mm fuck daddy that felt amazing.” Leah says.

I giggle at her comment. “Who’s next babe?” I ask as I squeeze her ass.

Leah giggles and bites her lip. “Next up is Alexia.”

To be continued in part 2

[williamvapespeare]

The facts, as Edwin understands them, are thus: 1. Edwin Payne spent 7 decades in hell 2. Edwin Payne spent the majority of those years being ripped apart by a spider demon meade of doll heads 3. On Tuesday 12 March, 2024, the Dead Boy Detectives investigated an old railway station on the outskirts of York which was home to a nest of unnaturally fast and magical spiders being bred by a local mage for unknown purposes. 4. Approximately 5 minutes after entering the nest, Edwin Payne began to experience the following symptoms: shortness of breath, blurred vision, shaking hands, a curious sensation as if something very large was trying to crack ribs he does not have by squeezing him in its fist. In which Edwin's trauma catches up with him and he finds the whole thing quite tedious. For @dbdpromptober days 7-9: blood, hell, and past. This is a collaboration with my lovely friend Tash! She did an AMAZING drawing to go along with this and you should all go give it some love!

[fornasedensgudar]

A starter guide for new norse polytheists.

1. There are manny gods, you dont have to like them all or give offerings to all of them, work with those you feel close to and vibe with. If you dont like a god, then dont work with them, no shame. Try things and dont be afraid to do things wrong.

2. There is no such thing as a bad offering, or to little. A poor mans grain is worth more to the gods than a kings gold. Its about what the offering means more than the offering it self.

3. You dont have to drink or offer mead, its good, but if you cant or dont want to have anything to do with alcohol then thats fine, I recomend honey water and Milk mixed with honey as non alcoholic toasting.

4. Tbh, the gods are not that important for every day, the animistic is more. And if you have a hard time to conect to the gods, then trying to conect and work with with your local nature and house spirits is a good start. They are in no distant realm, but right there with you.

5. You dont have to know evrery myth to have a strong connection to the gods and nature, its good to read and know things but its not a who can read the most contest.

6. You dont have to follow or litsen to others, walk your own path in the heathen forest, and when you feel ready, walk with others if you like, but dont feel like you have to join a group or follow some "spiritual leader".

7. The less money you spend the better, your spirituality should be personal and grounded in what you feel is important. Buy the mead horn and god statue if you like, but your not a bad heathen for not having the space or wealth for a sick as altar.

8. Every forest is a temple and evey stone is a altar, and for you city heathens out there, remeber, the gods are not magically band from city parks and towns. You can conect to them wher ever and when ever.

9. Dont be a natzi!

[bloomingdarkgarden]

In Fading Hush of Eden Lost

An Elucien Story // Start at the Beginning

Chapter 7 Snippet

“Quick- before he comes back,” Feyre whispered, eyes alight and curious. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” Elain hummed.

“Nothing happened?” Nesta gave her sister a long suffering look. “He’s been blushing like a schoolboy every time you enter the damn room.”

“I’ve never seen Lucien cut a blush in my life,” Feyre added with a smirk. “What did you do to him?”

“Nothing,” Elain simpered.

Lie.

She had kissed him. He had kissed her back. For the first fragile time, their lips had graced each other's skin. Ardent and true and intensely shattering. It was perfect, and yet somehow, it was far from enough.

Lucien’s footsteps echoed outside, clambering down to the wine cellar below the cottage.

Elain huffed an indignant breath and stared down her sisters. They stared her down far more piercingly across the oak table. She buckled beneath their mirrored blue-grey gazes. She was always a terrible liar and all three of them knew it.

“It’s private,” Elain edged hushedly, the glow in her cheeks giving her immediately away.

“We are your sisters, nothing’s allowed to be private,” Nesta barbed back.

Elain shrugged, sipping from her glass, a bashful grin curling upwards.

“He took you in the meadow, didn’t he?” Nesta whispered. 

Without pause, Elain spat out her mead all over the table.

Nesta stifled a hushed cackle and Feyre immediately refilled Elain’s empty wine glass, urging her courage onwards.

“I do have boundaries, you know,” Elain choked out, attempting to retain her composure before the male they were so lewdly speaking about waltzed back upstairs and directly into this conversation. “I don’t abandon all sense of propriety for a handsome face and a few gallant words.”

Feyre drained the last of her mead and arched a brow. “I had boundaries once too. And they all went up in flames the second Rhys took his pants off.”

Nesta snorted, saluting Feyre with a near-empty chalice.

“I told her you she’d never allow him to do such a thing in the open,” Feyre nudged Nesta. “You owe me fifty gold marks.”

Nesta swatted her away immediately. 

And Elain willed the Mother above to save her from prying sisters.

The hatch of the cellar door could be heard closing below, and again, Lucien’s booted footsteps were echoing- up and towards the ground level now.

Bashful panic sent Elain’s treacherous heart beating into overdrive.

“He agreed to stay for the evening,” she uttered, willing a general’s command into her chestnut gaze. “Don’t embarrass me with vulgar-”

“He’s staying? Gods and heavens above,” Nesta grimaced. “Do you intend to die atop the infallible walls of propriety or shall we plan to sleep in the toolshed?” 

“Stop it,” Elain fettered in her seat, eyes darting nervously to the back of the cottage. “I don’t even know if he wants that sort of thing yet-”

“Would you though?” Nesta grinned like a cat, surveying her flustering sister. “Let him take you in the meadow one day?"

Feyre batted Nesta on the shoulder with a scowl.

"My damn money is still on the line,” the eldest Archeron hissed back.

Elain sighed, exasperated, bringing a hand to her temple.

“If he behaves himself effectively she will,” Nesta declared.

And Elain, despite herself, let a little of the truth leak out, if only to shut her blessed sisters the hell up.

“More likely if he misbehaves effectively,” she uttered wryly. "I've been wondering what other uses that clever mouth of his might have, anyway."

All females broke into peels of laughter.

Lucien stood silent at the cottage's back door, slightly ajar. One hand caught vacantly reaching towards the knob. The other was gripping a bottle of honeymead so tightly it might shatter at any moment.

The war with his instincts was wholly lost.

A deep breath in, a deep breath out. And it did nothing for him.

He swallowed. Made an abrupt, noticeable noise opening the door to feign his re-entry.

And promised he would sell his soul to every reigning demon in hell if they would guide him to misbehave very, very effectively in regards to that female.

[clonefandomevents]

Trans Clone Week 2024 Prompts!

Prompts are here! We have three prompts, a quote prompt, an image prompt and a battalion prompt for the first 6 days! Choose one, choose them all! Day 7 is a free day, anything you like or a prompt you couldn't decide between for an earlier day.

Day 1- July 14th:

Kamino Guard-

-Cadets

-Gender Affirming Technology

-Snuggling

-"For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream." Vincent Van Goh

('Becoming' banner by Jasper Alexander- https://www.tumblr.com/sunshineprincejeremyknox/744761034799202304?source=share)

Day 2- July 15th:

212th-

-Trans Commander

-Gender Affirming Dirty Talk

-Intimacy

-"Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes: You already are. You always were. And you still have time to be." Anis Mojgani, from “Here I Am”, Songs from Under the River: A Collection of Poetry

(A State of Mind by Robert W. Chambers- https://images.app.goo.gl/7BF1f723M5GKoGJDA)

Day 3- July 16th:

501st-

-Clone Gender Expression vs Other's Expectations

-Vod'e Cultural Gender Markers

-Tattoos

-"God has given you one face, and you make yourself another." - Shakespeare

(Barbie and Ken- https://images.app.goo.gl/4LEZ424od96RffeY7)

Day 4- July 17th:

104th-

-During Wartime

-Trans4Trans

-Hair Braiding

-"Invigorated by the possibility of reinventing my own body. The meaning was mine, as long as I was with those who had the vision and vocabulary to understand my creation." -Nick Krieger

(https://www.tumblr.com/sunshineprincejeremyknox/722124686135361536?source=share)

Day 5-July 18th:

Coruscant Guard-

-A Senator/Natborn Finds Out

-Internalized Transphobia

-Nightclubs(79's)

-"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known." -Chuck Palahniuk

(https://www.tumblr.com/sunshineprincejeremyknox/742328449316880384?source=share)

Day 6- July 19th:

Original Units-

-After the War

-Gender Euphoria

-Community

-“Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.” -Margaret Mead

(https://www.tumblr.com/sunshineprincejeremyknox/722349367302012929?source=share)

Day 7-July 20th:

Free Day!! Create any and everything for your favorite clones!

[eulaliasims]

Round 1, Hill Farm 5/7

Xiang: Wolf time?

Elmet: Arooooooo--yep. G'night.

Xiang: Night.

You guys, Elmet leads such a hard life. 😔

Drustan: What's wrong, Uncle?

Elmet: Ehh, nothing. General tedium. I don't recommend growing up in general, Drustan.

Drustan: I don't think it's a choice?

Mouse's problem is that SOMEONE is on HIS BENCH!

Okay, he's at the point where it amuses him to fart on the bean plants, we need to get this Pleasure sim to the mead hall, stat.

Spotted: Townie Derelei amusing the patrons, and Wulfric and Helenet making a connection.

What's this? Someone who enjoys listening to Elmet? (This is actually Derelei's sister, uhhh-- *checks notes* --Brigid.)

Yeah, boy, ruin it your self! Wooooo!

Elmet: *hic* Hey, Norweni.

Norweni: Elmet.

Elmet: Norweni... what's wrong wit' me? Why's everything end up going wrong for me?

Norweni: How much did you drink? Do you want a list?

Elmet: Yeah, really, I do.

Norweni: You try too hard and not enough at the same time, somehow. Try actively listening to people, even if you think it's boring. Maybe you'll learn something. You mope too much and you don't seem to have any idea what you want out of life. I know you think your... curse ruined everything, but it's just something you have to live with and live around. Maybe give some thought to how you might want to do that, huh?

Elmet: ...Wow, brutal.

Norweni: You asked.

Elmet: Yeah, I did. Okay. *hic* Thanks, Norweni, I'm gonna think about stuff and things like you said.

Norweni: Please do it safely at home, without another cup of mead. Actually, maybe I should walk you back there--

Elmet: I'm not that wasted!

I didn't realize Mouse could climb the ladder into the loft, simply because he hadn't done it yet. But look how cute and cozy he looks up there!

Xiang thought today would be a good day to take Drustan on a hike to explore and learn from the natural world.

It was not, in fact, a good day.

Xiang: I swear that hive looked abandoned!

Drustan: AHHHHHHHHHHH!

Drustan: I hate bees. :(

Eisu: *yawn* How was your walk?

Xiang: Bad. Bees.

Eisu: Bees?

Xiang: Bees.

[southern-god1]

Beer And Thunder: Thor and The Southern Avengers

Out of the clear blue Florida sky, there was a massive bolt of lightning, followed by an earsplitting crack of thunder that boomed for miles. The bolt of blueish lighting was immense, and persisted for a few moments, unlike regular lightning. The literal bolt from the blue shook the ground and left a deep crater, as though something had slammed into the Earth at high speed and with great force. From the smoking crater came a large hand, gripping the lip of the crater and hauling someone up. 

The figure stepping from the crater was a huge man. No, not a man; a god. Standing at 6 foot 3 inches, he stood tall and strong, and would have loomed over many a mortal. He wore a suit of armored plate that weighed as much as an Abrams main battle tank, yet he barely felt it. His armor covered his chest, leaving his massive biceps free, ready to swing the immense hammer in his right hand. His long blonde hair fell down over his bright blue eyes, and he swept it away. Thor, Son of Odin, frowned in confusion. This was…definitely not Midgard. Or, not the Midgard he remembered. Where was the snow? The “big” and “strong” Viking warriors -small to him, like all mortals- come to offer him tribute and mead? The small mortals bowing before the mighty God of Thunder? And why was it so hot?!? It was hot and humid, like the fires of Muspelheim! In the far distance, he saw strange clusters of steel and glass, rising into the horizon. Ah, mortals! He begin to swing his hammer, before slingshotting himself far into the distance.

It was a fine day in Jacksonville, Florida. There was going to be a Gators game later that day and people were getting ready for tailgates; buying beers, brats, and Yankees to worship them as they enjoyed the game. Huge trucks drove through the streets, blaring both the AC from the vents and bro country from the speakers. That changed abruptly when something came slamming into the pavement, leaving a small indentation where it landed. A huge Ford slammed on the breaks, narrowly avoiding toppling into the hole, front wheels hanging into the hole. Baffled passersby got close, only to see a tall and muscular figure with long blonde hair standing in the hole, climbing out. He was tall, very muscular, and was already sweaty from the heat as he rose and took a look around, surveying the mortals. 

“Ah, mortals! I have found you, at last. I am Thor, Son of Odin, God of Thunder, Lord of Asgard, and this land is mine to claim!”

Thor looked around, confused when they did not kneel before him in stunned worship. These mortals were quite tall, some even taller than him. They must be giants? Their words had a strange accent as they whispered.

“Who is he?”

“One of the Avengers?”

“Claim? This is Florida, not California!”

Thor had no idea of where he had landed; one of northern Florida’s biggest cities and the birthplace of Tim Tebow, Jacksonville was full of Southern men who did not take kindly to the idea of being “claimed”. He knew it was hot, and he was sweaty. 

“Mortals! Bow before-“

Before he could finish his sentence, a booming voice cut through the crowd.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Thor turned to see a trio of men, each standing at least 7 feet tall, looming over even the Mighty Thor. One of them was a tall and thin -relatively, he was still quite muscular- figure with a scruffy beard, wearing an armored jumpsuit in grey and dark red. His hair and beard was dark brown, and a pair of intense green eyes peered at Thor as he hefted a heavy shield; it was clearly very sturdy, strong, and bore a red, white, and blue emblem Thor did not recognize. It was pointed at one end, enabling it to be used offensively and defensively. 

The man next to him was not a man at all, at least Thor didn’t think so. Its flesh was shining in the Florida sun as though made of metal, and was red and blue. A central sphere glowed, as did the creature’s eyes. The only way Thor knew it was alive was that it spoke. 

“Getting impressive energy readouts Cap.”

The first man nodded curtly. The third figure loomed over even his comrades; he was a bulky behemoth of a man, huge and beefy, with muscles that made even Thor look small. This impressed and confused Thor. He wore a tight-fitting shirt that hugged his arms, and a pair of mesh-like pants that did little to conceal his beefy ass. It was a mix of red and grey and blue and orange, an odd mix that managed to work surprisingly well. He said nothing, but his blue eyes roved over Thor. He folded his arms over his pecs and smirked, satisfied that he was bigger. The first man spoke again.

“Again, who the fuck are you?”

Thor hefted his hammer.

“I am Thor, Son of Odin, God of Thunder, Lord of Asgard! And yes, I am quite impressive, metallic imp. Who are you? It is clear that you are the lords of this land, aye? You must be related to Frost Giants! But this land is not yours; Midgard rightfully belongs to me. Do you intend to deny my righteous claim as Lord of the Nine Realms?”

The first man almost laughed.

“I’m Captain Confederate, and you seem to be lost; this ain't a damn renn fair…and is that a goddamn hammer?”

The metal man spoke to Cap, evidently the team lead.

“Uh, Cap; Thor was the Norse god of thunder, lightning, fertility, and trees. I think that’s Mjolnir, his hammer.” 

Thor brightened.

“So you have heard of me. Good, the mortals still worship me!”

The third man unfolded his arms and strode forward.

“Thor, huh? God of Thunder? I’m Tim fucking Tebow, but you can call me Stonewall. Yer lookin pretty puny for a god, and you sure as hell ain't from here, so you ain't a god. Put down your toy before I have to break it.”

Thor grew irritated and indignant. 

“You dare challenge my might, ogre? I shall claim this land for Asgard, and you shall kneel before your rightful Lord. Now, feel the wrath of the Mighty Thor!”

Thor aimed Mjolnir at Stonewall, and there was a huge blast of lightning, arcing from the mighty hammer and into the humungous football players beefy chest. To Thor’s astonishment, the hulking brute was knocked back maybe half a step, but was otherwise unharmed when the smoke cleared. Stonewall glared at Thor.

“That tickled. Now I get to break you.”

Taking two steps forward, Stonewall swung his huge fist at Thor, hitting him right in the chest and sending him flying into a wall. Thor was dazzled, but stood from the wall and charged forth. Just as this occurred, the tall Texan, Captain Confederate, took a running leap, vaulting up a truck and leaping from the roof, coming down as fast and hard as surely as a shell on Fort Sumter, his shield with the battle flag slamming down hard into Thor. The shield itself weighed several hundred pounds, and there were several hundred pounds of Texan muscle behind it as well, propelling the pointing shield down onto his head, a single tiny drop of divine blood falling from his forehead as he was propelled backwards by the impact. Thor roared and emitted a mighty blast of lightning all around him, throwing Captain Confederate back, though he swiftly converted the tumble into a deft roll backwards, already kneeling and using his shield for cover as he fired on Thor with his custom 1911. The bullets compacted into tiny metal discs upon impact with Thor’s massive muscles, completely useless. Cap frowned, concerned by this, as Iron Rebel hovered overhead, blasting Thor with his energy weapons.

The Alabama billionaire hovered in his armored suit, blasting Thor with his repulsors, but was confused. They didn’t seem to be having much impact. His AI, Jaxon, chimed to life. 

“Sir, energy levels rising in the target.”

“Explain.”

Colin replied as he kept blasting Thor, pumping up the energy in the blasts, hoping they might prove more effective.

Thor grinned below, and locked eyes with him.

“Energy levels increasing dramatically s-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Thor emitted a burst of lightning directly at him, thunder rumbling through the cloudless Jacksonville sky. The suit was of course, fully insulated, but the sheer power behind the blast shut down his armor, and he dropped like a rock, slamming into the ground and attempting to reactivate his systems, cursing loudly as he did so. 

The clang of Iron Rebel against the ground drew Cap’s gaze, and he rushed to his aid, still firing with one hand at Thor. Stonewall gave his partners a quick glance, and, almost sensing that Colin was ok despite having fallen from the sky, strode towards Thor. The bulky footballer walked forward casually, as though walking out to the middle of Gators stadium for the coin toss. He reeled back to punch Thor again, casually ignoring another blast of lighting as he drew closer. Thor, frustrated that nothing seemed to be hurting the Florida football colossus, hefted a nearby truck that had been abandoned, and hurled it at Stonewall. That caught his attention, eyes widening as it came hurtling towards him. Tim put out his arms, and, to Thor’s astonishment, he caught the truck and simply set it down, gingerly, as though he wanted to avoid breaking a fellow Southerners property. He continued to stride towards Thor, steps leaving small divots in the asphalt as he grew himself slightly bigger with casual ease, gaining two more feet in a few strides, looming over Thor. The thunder god hurled Mjolnir at Tebow’s head, which actually seemed to have an impact; the force behind the throw seemed to hurt, knocking his head back on his neck as though he had just received a strong punch to the face. His casual grin was now an irritated frown. 

Thor held out his hand for Mjolnir, waiting for it to come back to him. It came racing back to him, but then, at the last second, the red and grey figure of Iron Rebel rocketed past, snatching Mjolnir from the sky. Iron Rebel was surprised by how easy it had been to chart the hammers course and arrange an intercept pattern. His systems had rebooted and he was eager to do something, so upon seeing him hurl his mighty hammer, he decided he could at the very least take away Thor’s weapon. The hammer strained, exerting force, trying to return to Thor, but Colin’s armor -and his muscles under it- was strong enough to keep it firmly held in his gauntlet. Thor was about to fry the iron pest when Tim Tebow slammed into him with all the force of fifteen freight trains, propelling him backward. His legs, which had driven even other Southern Gods back with their sheer driving force on the gridiron, pumped, combat cleats tearing into the asphalt, muscled arms pushing Thor back, and then pinning him. Thor fell onto his back, and felt an impossibly heavy weight on his chest; Stonewall’s huge combat cleat, pinning him to the ground as if he was a magnet stuck to it. He struggled, but couldn’t move. 

“Unhand me, ogre!”

Captain Confederate strode forth, glaring down at Thor, and placed his shield against his throat, the pointed tip like a guillotine blade. 

“I should kill you right now for what you’ve done. Challenging us, hurting my friends, causing so much damage. For challenging our honor…”

He pressed the tip into Thor’s neck, a tiny pinprick of blood oozing forth. He did not press it further, thinking. Stonewall spoke up.

“Thanks for that. First real fight I’ve had in ages. That hammer a yers packs a punch.”

Speaking of the hammer, Iron Rebel strode up, still holding Mjolnir, effortlessly keeping it from Thor’s hands.

“Please just cut his head off Jensen. I’m going to have to completely redesign the suit now.”

Thor let out an indignant roar, struggling anew against the combat cleat. Stonewall frowned.

“Naw, that’d be a waste. He’s big, strong, hot, just needs a haircut to get rid of that damn hippy hair and a Rebel Brew to become a real God. Let’s Southernize ‘im.”

Colin was alarmed by the idea.

“WHAT? No! I am NOT being partners with a walking Tesla coil! You saw what he did!”

Jensen paused, seeming to consider this. 

“You recovered. Tim’s right.”

He pulled the shield back, resting it beside him, as he reached into a small pouch on his belt. Between his fingers rested a small metal vial, marked “SS-004 CONCENTRATE.” A heavily concentrated form of Southernizing agent, he kept a few vials on his person if he ever ran across someone worthy of ascension during a field op. He opened the vial’s lid.

“I heard ya like beer? Get ready for the best beer of your life. Yer about to become one of us.”

As Thor continued to protest, he leaned down and poured the vial right down his throat. The god spluttered, almost gagging on the substance. 

Thor continued to protest the mortals when the scruffy one with a heavy shield poured something right down his throat. He spluttered as it splashed down, the intense taste of hops too much even for him. Almost immediately, a strange heat washed over him. Then, his eyes almost rolled back in his head from the sudden explosion of power blasting through his body. The warmth washed over every inch of his body, every atom suffused with energy and power. His biceps and triceps, already impressive, began to grow before the eyes of the Southerners. Thor’s muscles, be it in his boulder biceps, thunder thighs, princely pecs, or elsewhere, grew hundreds of times denser and stronger in moments, flooded with strength, strong as white titanium. His muscles and sinews stretched, bones popping as they expanded. Sweat covered his body anew, glistening in the hot Southern sun as he kept growing. His cock would be an impressive eight inches when completely soft, balls churning with superior seed as his DNA was augmented and remade into a hybrid of Southern strength and Norse divinity. 

As if being diverted from one part of him to another, Thor’s long blonde locks receded back, becoming a much more conservative cut, as a beard grew out, thicker and mightier. His feet strained against his boots, growing several sizes in moments, stinking and sweaty. Thors mind began to change. He felt a haziness wash over him, clouding his memories. No longer had he been entirely Asgardian. No, his father had had some fling with a mortal from the South, and he was the result. A mighty hybrid, raised to take over when his father passed. He felt an immensely strong attachment to the South, having visited it and fallen in love, and now he fought alongside the Southern Avengers when he was not expanding the Asgardian Empire, which he ruled as God-Emperor. Thor looked around, wondering why he was on his back. His armor had expanded to accommodate his new size, but now bore motifs of miniature battle flags alongside norse runes, his dual heritages reflected in his armor and his accent when he spoke. Standing up, he opened his mouth to speak, but something else came out. 

“BBBBBUUUUUUURRRRPPPP!”

The thundering beer-heavy shockwave of his burp shook the ground under his feet, and shattered windows already weakened by their fight. He flexed his immense white biceps, soaked in sweat, and proudly proclaimed.

“I am Thor - Son of Dixie!”

He smirked as he flexed, feeling absolutely at home in the Jacksonville sun. The others watched him in awe, and Thor was puzzled. 

“What’s wrong my friends?”

Jensen spoke first, improvising quickly. He was pleasantly surprised by the results of the vial. Perhaps because Thor was a god to begin with, the results were especially impressive, making him into a very literal Southern God.

“Nothin Thor. That was just…a damn good burp.”

“Of course it was! What has happened here?”

Tebow spoke up now, clapping Thor on the back; he was delighted by the new stud, his muscles rivaling his own beefy muscles. 

“Oh, we took down some terrorists. Made a real mess, but nobody got hurt. Ya did good today Thor. Now, let’s help em fix things up, then we all go out for some dinner?”

Thor nodded enthusiastically, and began effortlessly hefting vehicles that had been turned over. 

Two Days Later:

The ground shook as the Yankees prayed, invoking their precious God, imploring him to save them, to deliver them from evil, to watch over them in their hour of need. The ground shaking was itself not unusual; Southerners frequently made the ground shake for one reason or another; walking, burping, farting, rumbling by in their huge trucks. But now the stained glass windows shook dangerously, quaking in their frames as if the saints themselves feared what was coming. They prayed harder. Then, a huge hand ripped apart the church steeple, massive fingers ripping apart the roof and steeple, sending beams falling down into the church and onto the terrified parishioners. The hand pulled away and the remains of the roof and steeple were casually tossed over the titan’s shoulder as if it were merely a beer can. A huge face bent down to peer at the puny Yankees; it was huge, filling the sky, a scruffy dirty blonde beard taking up a lot of the view, each hair easily three times the size of the largest man north of the Mason-Dixon. They didn’t recognize him, but that, again, wasn’t unusual. Southerners came and went, sowing havoc in their wake as surely as ozone follows lightning. He smirked down at the tiny Yankees, and chuckled, voice shaking the ground when he spoke.

“HELLO YANTS! ARE YOU PRAYING TO YOUR RIGHTFUL SOUTHERN GODS?”

The accent was not one they recognized; it was kinda Southern, but there was something else. This was confusing. He peered closer, and his huge lips pursed into an irritated frown. 

“ANSWER ME, KNAVES.”

Knaves? What sort of person called someone a knave?

The terrified father seemed to regain some small measure of faith and stood, trembling but still standing.

“N-no, we are worshipping the one true God-“

He was cut off by an amused guwaff from the titanic stud looming over them.

“GOD? THERE IS NOT ONE GOD, PUNY BUGS, BUT AN ENTIRE RACE OF THEM LIKE ME. BOW BEFORE THE MIGHTY THOR, GOD OF THUNDER, PATHETIC YANTS, AND PERHAPS I SHALL TAKE YOU AS MY PLAYTHINGS.”

The terrified Yankees stared up in horror at the colossus. Since when did the so-called gods have dominions? Some were already on their knees, knocked down by falling debris, the quakes from his footfalls or the beer-scented wind from his booming voice. Others, however, refused to kneel, secure in their faith, albeit still alarmed. Thor titan waited for a few moments, before opening his mouth to speak again, only for a hurricane-force burp to rumble forth from his mega stomach. There was an ominous rumble and then when his lips parted, hell burst forth into the sanctuary. 

The beer-and-protien-scented shockwave of gas and heat obliterated all the remaining stained glass windows as if purging the land of false idols in an act of masculine potency and southern rage, leaving not a trace remaining. The doors flew off their hinges, one door slamming into and through the store across the street, the other door reducing a passing Yankee to a bloody smear on the sidewalk. The walls bulged and strained, bulging out in crazy angles in some places, completely destroyed in some places. The inhabitants fared worst of all. 

The sheer heat of Thor’s massive burp seared them, their screams utterly inaudible as they were cooked to a crisp, burned and charred in a few mercifully quick seconds before death supervened. They had literally been fried by the heat, skin forming a crust-like texture of flash-hardened burns. 

A low whistle came from beside Thor. Stonewall towered beside him, having been watching beside Thor as he exercised his power.

“DAMN! YOU COOKED EM!”

Thor grinned with pride.

“DIDN’T KNOW I COULD DO THAT! I WONDER…”

He trailed off and grabbed one of the petrified Yankee bodies, still kneeling in terrified supplication, and tossed it into his gaping maw.

“NOT BAD! CRISPY AND WARM.”

He reached down and grabbed more, as Stonewall just laughed, thunderous laughter shaking the ground. This had been quite a fun way to see Thor in action, allowing Tim to gauge how he was acclimating to his powers. Evidently he was adapting quite well. He knew it had been a good idea to Southernize the colossal Nordic hunk, and this casual display of power and dominance seemed to confirm it. He smiled and patted his friend on the back. 

“WANNA GO FIND SOME DUMB PROTESTERS TO STOMP ON, MAKE SOME YANTS BOW DOWN?”

Thor grinned. 

“OF COURSE! MAYBE I CAN FRY SOME MORE!”

With that, the two stomped off, Cap joining them, having been busy stomping out a minor disturbance under his boots. The trio of titans stomped off to find more Yants to have fun with, knowing that they would tremble at the sight of the newest member of the Southern Avengers: Thor, Son of Dixie.

-

How Thor joined the ranks of the Southern Avengers! Hope y'all liked it! Lemme know that ya think; comment, send me a message, or via an ask -anon or otherwise-.

[the-raven-lady]

Ok here me out a slaaneshi space wolf

Oh sweet baby jesus the knotting porn that would ensue

I also think that the overindulgence side of slaaneshi corruption fits them really well. Slamming back mjød every day and night and breeding the poor unfortunate souls that get in their way. Woof.

I should have drank mead instead of whiskey. I have 7 gallons of it.

[little-forest-goblin]

Hey guys so a did a recent post about the diner deli scene and the different variations of five there and i had listed all of the ones i can put a name on (its all a personal opinion my word is not law) and we all know that they have some odd subtle differences between each other though they still may be five they are still from other universes and timelines and not one five is gonna be the same completely. So i decided to list and give them the personalties and such that i can (Again my word is now law please by all means make whatever you want this is just personal opinion and thought)

So here is the list of the fives that i had personally named.

1. Booth five

2. waiter five

3. brisket five

4. Newspaper/good with numbers five

5. Mathematician/journaling/theorist five (There is three cause if i remember correctly there is two fives and i just know one of them is obsessing over numbers and i was wondering what the other one is doing and thats what i got)

6. Anxious antsy/waiting five

7. Drunk five

8. Loose neck tie five

9. chef five

Those are the ones i could put a name too. Some of them i have no clue what to call them but if you have a suggestion or an idea please let me know.

1. Booth five

Booth five is probably a funny laid back guy who is just wanting to chill after having tried and failed so many times to save the world and his family only to have it blow up in his face time and time again. He is mostly unintentionally funny it seems. He wont get why what he said is funny at first but once he does he will probably laugh it off with you or give a playful eyeroll.

2. waiter five

Waiter five looks like he would be that person in the friend group who is always mothering the group. Attentive and caring can be serious when need be but for the most part also pretty laid back and not really a stick in the mud.

3. Brisket five

You cant tell me he wouldn’t be a sweetheart. He looks like he would be making small talk and smiling and cracking a couple jokes here and there and just overall you would be comfortable around him. He is probably one of the fives that the others go to vent or just need something to take their mind off of whatever they got going on. There’s that and let’s not forget he apparently wrecks shit sometimes as confirmed by booth five.

4. Newspaper/good with numbers five

Newspaper five has always newspaper always in hand whether it be old news or new news he has one nearby or in hand. This is also helping him with his good with numbers part. He is just uncannily good with numbers obviously having been shown in the scene where he tells the amount of times they tried to save the world. He is basically that scene from criminal minds where Spencer Reid gets the guess right for how many boats are on lake mead. He knows random info and facts and when engaged in conversation he is a fact and info dumper.

5. mathematician/journalist/theorist five

-mathematician five is somewhere writing in his notebook with equations and numbers all probably trying to find a possibility for any possible safe timeline that isn’t gonna go to shit. He could also just really like numbers.

-Journalist/diary five is always writing in his notebook about his days there at the deli/diner. he can recap anything that has happened from the start of when he arrived there and more then likely has a log of all the fives that have arrived and whether they have stayed or went off to try and save the world and the family again.

- theorist five i believe is a variation of five that had driven himself crazy with possibilities and theories whether it be about the apocalypse and saving his family or it might be over something small and insignificant. sometimes this can spiral and cause outbursts of panic and rage or straight up mental breakdowns. His notebook is filled with possibility after possibility. Theory after theory. Some of the pages are random scribbles and writings and if you sit close to him you can hear him muttering to himself about the writings. His hair is also probably a little greasier than others considering his obsessive behavior with writing theories but he isn’t unclean.

6. anxious ansty/waiting five

Anxious ansty five seems to be on edge a lot. All the trauma he has gone through has finally bled through and has made him anxious or antsy. He can be seen with his hands always fidgeting or chewing on a random object like a pen or the tip of his straw to try and silence the anxious thoughts even for just a minute. He may be seen waiting for his order at the counter but he isn’t always waiting for that he can be seen waiting anxiously for some kinda ball to drop and everything to go to shit. He is probably more than likely a paranoid person.

7. Drunk five

Drunk five is quite self explanatory. It’s a variation of five that is drunk but when you think about it. Why was he called drunk five in the first place? why wasnt he called something else kinda like how newspaper/good with numbers five is or theorist five is? its cause he is more then likely always drunk meaning this variation of five is probably the one filled and consumed by regret and grief and sadness and has given up completely. Not all variations of five are happy or composed and this is one of them. He has done so much, seen so much and has dealt with so much to where he drinks to forget and drinks to have a good time. When you approach him you can get a few different emotions whether it be a sad drunk one day or a cracking jokes and making drunk conversation. He is more then likely the one getting into some form of trouble (as seen with S3 where five makes boozy cereal or does random stupid things) he may not always be sad but deep down we know why he drinks.

8. Loose neck tie five

People may argue and say that this is drunk five but if memory serves me right drunk five was off doing something stupid and this one is just hanging out by the door. Now i don’t quite know what personality to give this one since its just a loose neck tie and doesn’t really correspond with personality other then maybe being tired or exhausted or being disheveled in the first place. He may be a five that is a little less organized and put together. I will leave this one up to y’all.

9. Chef five

Not be confused with brisket five cause yes brisket five i guess technically would be a chef considering he is making food but brisket five is called brisket five for a reason. Chef five is the other five behind the counter. If you look at the picture you can see a five eating a soup meaning there probably isn’t just sandwiches here in the diner/deli. Chef five can always be seen hard at work cooking and probably trying out new recipes or making new ones too.

There we have it folks my personal opinions on the five variations in this weird five verse. I hope yall have fun and if you have ideas and different names for some of them put it in comments and i made add them to a list or something who knows what i might do.

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

"But the Entwives gave their minds to the lesser trees, and to the meads in the thicket, and the wild apple and the cherry blossoming in spring, and the grasses in the autumn fields."

- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers, "Treebeard"

@lotrladiessource's lotr ladies week || day 1: fairytales/legends + music/lyrics || the entwives

[ID: a picspam comprised of 18 images in shades of golden brown, with some light blue accents.

1: Swirling tree bark / 2: Two pears hanging from a leafy branch, lit from behind by the setting sun / 3: yellowish text reading "when summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown; when straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town" on a brown background / 4: A basket of mushrooms and moss / 5: Wheat / 6: Cows in a hazy field at sunset or sunrise / 7: Grasses against the sky / 8: The hands of a person with brown skin cupping some cocoa beans / 9: A traditional Ohlone thatched house / 10: text reading "entwives" in all caps / 11: A fruit hanging from a bough, half lit by the sun / 12: Brown fields / 13: Tree roots / 14: The sun setting through trees / 15: same format as Image 3, except the text reads "when honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the west, i'll linger here beneath the sun, because my land is best!" / 16: A basket woven in a traditional Ahwanechee style / 17: A carved face in brown rock / 18: sun shining through grain /End ID]

[meowmeow-motherfucker]

Covenant- Chapter 7

Summary: With the five year anniversary of the attack on New York approaching, Odin and Fury come to the agreement that an arranged marriage between Asgard and Earth would show good faith toward all future interactions. When Odin refuses Jane’s candidacy, Agent Coulson is tasked with finding a suitable wife for the prince of Asgard.

Pairing: Loki x OFC

Chapter warnings: Claire being a badass, imposter syndrome, mutual pining, tooth rotting fluff, feelings, FIRST KISS!! There's also vague mentions of the former laughingstock of a US president (if you know, you know). He is not mentioned by name because I refuse to put his name in any of my work, but he is his usual "charming" self and no one likes him. All opinions spoken by Claire and Loki are my opinions and also fact, but I'm not trying to end up on an FBI watch list so take everything with a grain of salt. Also, do not come at me with political commentary, I'm literally just trying to have a good time and write y'all an entertaining story.

Read it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51197938/chapters/129363727

Taglist: @lokisgoodgirl @gigglingtiggerv2 @icytrickster17 @mysteriouslyfriedjellyfish @lokislilkitten @justjoanne242 @amlocked @ddmariegirl @mags-04-blog @sharris8 @meepycheep @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @the-fantasy-loving-angel @jaidenhawke @smolvenger

Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist! Thanks for coming along on this journey with me!

Four days until the wedding

The next morning, Claire was hating life. The mead, like the wine, was delicious, but good grief did it pack a punch. Claire trudged her way to the bathroom, barely keeping her eyes open as Ragna helped her clean up and dress, and would have flopped on the couch if not for the nausea.

Instead, she was doing her best impression of a corpse until she had no choice but to leave in order to get breakfast.

Loki was already there when she dragged her sorry ass into the great hall, giving her a knowing smile when she dropped into her seat beside him.

“I did warn you-”

“Don’t-” Claire grimaced, waving his smug face away. Her head began to throb from the loud commotion in the great hall, and she cradled her head, her eyes falling closed in relief. “Oh god, I’m gonna die.”

“You won’t die,” Loki chuckled as he flagged down a servant to bring her wine. “Have some wine, it will help.”

“Not if I barf it up!” Claire whined.

“Humor me, won’t you?”

“Ugh, fine, I’ll do it for you,” Claire accepted the wine and swallowed a mouthful, groaning as her stomach complained loudly. “Are you sure I won’t die?”

“Positive,” Loki replied. “You need a good meal, and some scandalous gossip.”

“Oh my, is it about the prince and the soon-to-be princess who escaped the palace and spent the night drinking in a seedy bar?”

“Slightly more scandalous, which is truly saying something,” Loki snickered. “Have you seen Fandral today?” he muttered as he jutted his chin toward the other side of the great hall. “He’s acting...stranger than usual.”

“Is he?” Claire replied innocently as she glanced over at the man in question. To her delight, the arrogant man was squirming in his seat to the point his companions were all eyeing him warily. Even in her pitiful hungover state, she could tell what happening. “Interesting.”

“It’s as if...I couldn’t possibly speak of it- it’s inappropriate.”

“Tell me anyway,” Claire inched closer to Loki, hoping he would share whatever he was thinking. “You know I don’t care about propriety.” Loki patted her hand fondly. How could he forget?

“He’s behaving as though he’s picked up a disease,” he shook his head. “One obtained through...questionable behavior.” Claire gasped dramatically, leaning even closer.

“Surely you don’t mean…” she trailed off, resting her hand on his arm as they shared a meaningful glance. “Oh dear,” she said with false concern. “I hope he’ll be able to recover.”

“What have you done?” Loki asked without ire, looking at her expectantly.

“Me?” Claire balked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m certain you don’t,” Loki said casually, taking a sip of his wine as they watched Fandral squirm, now fidgeting so hard that his chair scraped loudly on the stone floor with each movement. It was causing quite a stir, and drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the great hall. “Oh dear.”

“Poor guy must be itching for relief.” Claire snickered at her private joke.

“I knew it,” Loki chuckled. “What did you do?”

“I might have snuck itching powder into his clothes,” Claire admitted from behind her goblet. “I forgot to tell you about it last night.”

“When did you do this?”

“Yesterday afternoon,” Claire replied guiltily. “I had some unsupervised free time and I used it to sneak into his rooms. Don’t look at me like that; it’s not my fault his staff just let me walk in.”

“That is quite devious of you, darling, but was it worth it?” His ridiculous question was punctuated by Fandral dropping his mead to grip the underside of his chair with both hands, now wiggling from side to side as he grew increasingly panicked.

“Of course it was worth it; look at his face!” Claire cackled behind her goblet. “Besides, his constant man-whoring is annoying. Did you know he’s slept with every one of my staff, apart from Ragna? Not that I blame them; who hasn’t fallen for a guy like that? Maybe now he’ll act like less of a lech,” her lip curled in disgust as Fandral began actively itching his privates. “Or not.”

“Color me impressed. Well done,” Loki murmured as a frantic Fandral scurried from the great hall, his body contorting in an odd dance as he itched himself all the way to the door and presumably beyond. “Perhaps it was a bit harsh.”

“He deserves it,” Claire tucked into her breakfast without remorse. “Especially with the way he treats you.”

“You did this for me?” Loki asked in surprise. “My lady, I am touched.”

“You’re welcome,” Claire nodded, drinking deeply from her wine. “I’ll teach that prick to mess with my man.” she grumbled to herself. Loki grinned, warmed by the sentiment. He pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

Eating with one hand was a challenge, but Loki found he couldn’t be bothered to let go of Claire’s hand. And if he used his seidr to soothe her hangover, it was really no one’s business but his own.

~~~~

Frigga was convinced that something secretive was going on between Claire and Loki. Claire had improved significantly in her daily lessons over the last several days, and during her appointments with the couple, Frigga had noticed their behavior toward each other had changed. They still argued from time to time, but there was an undercurrent to their interactions that hadn't been there before. As if the pair knew secrets no one else in the universe was party to. Frigga had been a mother long enough to know when something was going on under her nose. Something was going on, but for the sake of her son and the bond she could see growing day by day, she couldn't (and wouldn't) prove anything. With barely a week left before their wedding, the stakes were higher than ever.

She just hoped they were being smart.

Across the palace, Claire and Loki were embroiled in a heated argument in her chambers. Loki's top hat game piece had just landed on New York Avenue, which Claire owned, and upon which she had built four hotels. The commoner had bankrupted the prince.

“How. Dare. You. Madam,” Loki hissed as he was forced to surrender his properties one by one to her pile. “You tricked me, you sly little-” he growled as he then forked over a rainbow of colored bills. Claire cackled, counting the money before sorting it into the piles in front of her. The piles in front of Loki had dwindled to nothing thanks to Claire's construction efforts, leaving her the victor in his inaugural game of Monopoly.

“I told you to unmortgage your properties when you had the money but noooooo, you didn’t want to listen!” She said defensively. “Not my fault you're stubborn.”

“What are you talking about, I did exactly as you said!” Loki gestured uselessly to the still mortgaged properties in front of him. Claire laughed heartily, softening his ire. He'd tried everything and she'd slaughtered him. Mercilessly. He admired her ruthlessness, rolling his eyes affably at her smug smile when he collected the dice and handed them to her.

“Wanna play again?” She offered, eyes glinting mischievously as he glared at her.

“Absolutely not,” he laughed. “You'll just bankrupt me again.”

“Well I had fun.” Claire giggled.

“I'm sure you did,” Loki replied. “Tomorrow night I'll bring a game for us to play, and I shall win.”

“It's a date,” Claire grinned. “You probably need to go, don't you?” She asked as she began to gather the game pieces.

“Probably,” Loki said sheepishly, gathering the cards on the board in his large hands. “But I don’t wish to.” Their fingers brushed as she took the cards from him and Claire grinned.

“It's okay to admit you like spending time with me, you know,” she said as she put the cards in the box. “Just sayin'.” She folded the board and put it away, slipping the lid into place.

“I enjoy spending time with you,” Loki chuckled. “Without the crones, preferably.”

“Yeah they need to lighten up,” the couple shared a laugh before Claire jolted. “I have an idea!” She crowed excitedly, jumping up and bounding from the room. Loki was debating whether he should follow her to her bed chamber when she returned with a slim black rectangle. “Have you done a crossword before?”

“A what?”

“Okay, didn't think so,” Claire giggled as she sat beside him on the lounge. Her perfume had faded since their earlier outing, but only slightly. From afar she'd smelled enchanting, but up close her sweet scent was even more potent and made him yearn to reach out and touch her. “This isn't a competitive game, since someone is a sore loser.”

“I am not!” Loki protested lamely. Claire looked at him skeptically, her raised eyebrow making him scoff.

“Okay,” she snickered. “Like you didn’t literally throw a tantrum and call me names.”

“I called you madam; in what realm is that offensive? There are far worse things I could call you.”

“But you didn't.”

“Exactly.” Claire smiled in spite of herself. He was right.

“I think that's possibly the only time I've been called madam by someone who's mad at me. Usually I get called a bitch. Or a cunt. Or a whore.” Loki laughed sharply, immediately schooling his face.

“Apologies,” he said. “I was not expecting-”

“It's okay, I know it's not ladylike, but I ain't a lady.” Claire snickered.

“The men of Midgard do not know how to treat your sex, do they?” Loki asked.

“I would argue men everywhere don't. There are exceptions of course,” Claire hedged when Loki bristled. “But the vast majority? No.”

“That is unfortunate,” Loki murmured. “I shall endeavor to remain in the minority. Now, teach me this new game and defeat me again.”

“You like losing all of a sudden?” Claire teased.

“To you, perhaps,” Loki admitted as Claire opened her crossword app. “I said perhaps!” He added quickly when she laughed at him.

“Don’t worry, mischief, this isn’t that kind of game.” She patted his leg absently, and all of Loki's focus concentrated on that small point of contact. They sat shoulder to shoulder, with their arms pressed together. It would be so easy to lean over and- No! He chastised himself mentally. You have less than a week- surely you can last a week! “Does that make sense?” Damn, he'd missed her explanation while staring at her mouth! What had she said?

“...yes.”

“Lie.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You were staring at me, not the game,” Claire grinned when Loki’s cheeks became pink. “Oh, you’re adorable.” Loki scoffed.

“Madam-”

“Sir?” Claire replied cheekily, her grin blossoming into a wide smile at Loki’s dismay. “Would you like me to explain it again?”

“Yes, but…” Loki chuckled. “Do you know,” he paused before smiling shyly. “I was beginning to think your lips changed color. They've been a different shade each day since you've arrived,” his eyes dipped down to her lush lips. “Yet each night they are the same rosy pink.”

“Well I have to keep you on your toes somehow,” Claire snickered, enjoying the heat in his gaze as he glanced at her mouth. “Would you like to pick tomorrow's color, or should I surprise you?” Loki's brain seemed to stop working for a moment, as he gaped at her open-mouthed. She waited patiently, basking in her victory.

“Green,” he cleared his throat nervously. “Please.” He finally requested.

“As you wish, Your Majesty.” Claire winked at him, already looking forward to knocking him on his ass.

“I have an idea,” Loki said suddenly, changing form as he leapt to his feet. “I’ll return shortly.”

~~~~

Half an hour later, Claire and Loki sat in her chambers embroiled in a battle of wits. Loki had returned with his chess set, challenging her to best him. Claire was aghast to learn it was three-dimensional. She liked Star Trek as much as the next girl, but this was ridiculous. Loki had beaten her in three rapid fire games, and they were now locked in their fourth bout.

“We can stop if you want.” Loki suggested as he waited for her to make a move.

“And let you claim victory again? I don’t think so.” Claire replied stubbornly as her eyes roamed the boards between them.

“Whilst I admire your determination darling, it’s time to admit you’ve been bested,” Loki chuckled. “See here? You are trapped.” he pointed to where his queen had indeed trapped her last lonely knight as he stood in defense of her king.

“I can still win,” Claire doubled down, leaning closer to him. “And when I do, you should kiss me. As a reward.” Loki grinned, wishing he could give her what she wanted.

“Claire, you know we can't.” he said, pulling away from her even though he didn't want to. Claire groaned, rolling her eyes. They’d already broken several rules, what was one more?

“It's a stupid rule.”

“Yes, but it's one we all agreed to-”

“-For the sake of appearances, I know I know. What is it with you princes and having to marry virgins anyway? It's not like sitting on a dick really changes you as a person,” Claire said. “No offense. I'm sure yours is very nice.”

“You'll find out in four days, you impatient creature,” Loki huffed in amusement. “Surely you will survive that long?”

“Fine,” Claire rolled her eyes. “It's still stupid.”

“Yes it is,” Loki replied as Claire yawned. “I should take my leave. Get some sleep, little wife. I shall see you in the morning.”

“I don't think you can call me that yet.” Claire teased.

“We may as well get used to it, don't you think?” Loki asked softly, looking relieved when Claire grinned.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Do you think I can do this?” Claire asked. “I’m almost done with princess lessons, and my head feels like it’s close to bursting with all the shit I have to remember, but that’s just protocol stuff. What about everything else?” The imposter syndrome was hitting really hard and Claire was struggling.

“Such as?”

“I don’t know, meeting foreign politicians, helping orphans...I’m still a little unclear on what exactly I should be doing and I’m kinda freaking out. I can’t quite wrap my head around the fact that less than a week from now, I’m going to be a princess. What am I supposed to do?”

“It will get easier with time.”

“Of course you think that, Loki, you grew up here. I grew up poor in LA. Maybe you’re right and it will get easier, but what about now?” Claire asked. “People aren’t going to want anything to do with me if they think I suck, and let’s face it, I’m good at lots of things but I suck at this! I’m barely even a real adult,” she scoffed as she ranted. “I’m-I am three owls in a trench coat, Loki!”

“You’re what?” Loki looked her over with alarm.

“Ugh, it’s a figure of speech,” Claire groaned. Yet another communication error. “I’m just worried I won’t live up to all the expectations.”

“I understand your concern, but we will work through it together. I meant what I said, Claire. I will not let you fail.” Loki murmured as he leaned closer. Claire swallowed, wondering if he would actually break the rule and kiss her. All this waiting felt like middle school all over again; the anticipation was killing her. At the last second Loki pressed his lips to her forehead, and though it wasn't what she wanted, Claire's insides turned molten and gooey.

“That was rude.”

“Is that why you’re blushing?” Loki laughed as he pulled away, winking at her as he got to his feet.

“Shut up. It's still rude,” Claire grumped. “I’m still sixty percent sure I’m going to crash and burn.”

“I would apologize, but I'm not the least bit sorry,” Loki dodged the pillow she threw at him with a laugh. “You'll have to be faster than that, darling.”

“Get out!” Claire laughed, throwing another pillow at him. He bowed sarcastically before making his way to the door.

“Try not to worry too much. Everything will be fine. I swear it.”

“I’ll try. Now go away, I need my beauty sleep.” Claire threw another pillow at him, giggling when he batted it away.

“Good night.” He smiled as he looked back at her.

“Good night.” Claire smiled back, holding back her girlish squeal until the door closed behind him. She still thought marriage was stupid, but things with Loki were going so well that it gave her hope they would be happy together. And even though she wasn’t fully convinced she’d be a good princess, she trusted Loki when he said he would help her navigate her new role.

Three days until the wedding

The next morning, Loki was distracted as soon as he woke up. He wasn't due to see Claire until the late afternoon, but already he was consumed by thoughts of her. Would she actually wear the green as he'd asked?

Through his council meetings and appointments with the tailor, Loki’s usually sharp mind wandered. He found himself daydreaming of the soft pillow of Claire’s lips, painted in a rainbow of colors, while his fellow council members droned on about taxes and new regulations for businesses.

At long last, after a swift mid-day meal of soup and crusty bread, Loki readied himself for his outing with Claire and hastened to her chambers. Outside the door, he adjusted his leathers and fussed with his hair like a nervous boy.

The crones had arrived before him, to his dismay, but Claire’s personal servant Ragna welcomed him inside.

“My lady will be out momentarily, Your Majesty.” she curtsied as she closed the door behind him.

“I’m here now, Ragna,” Claire announced as she stepped into the room. The crones stepped aside, curtsying low. A beaming smile lit Claire’s face as her eyes landed on him. “Hi.”

It was as if every ounce of breath had left his body. Claire was radiant, draped in a flattering tulle dress. The sweetheart neckline left her shoulders exposed, a quaint gold and emerald necklace gracing her collarbone. Her long dark hair hung in delicate curls, and her hands looked more delicate than usual with the long sleeves of the dress hanging past her wrists. The silver band on her bicep blended almost perfectly with the sheer sleeves.

“Hi.” he managed finally, the fluttering of his hands matching the fluttering in his stomach. Her lips were painted green as promised, light in shade like the kiwi fruit of her home. Loki had never had anything that was truly his, but here she was- claiming him with her jewelry and her lip paint.

“It's poison apple.” Claire said, pulling Loki from his thoughts.

“W-what?” his stammered response gained him another smile.

“My lipstick is called poison apple. You keep looking at it, so I assume you like it. Wanna borrow it?” She winked at him, setting the butterflies into motion once again.

“What?” Claire giggled, not even slightly remorseful for the effect she was having on him. They shared intense eye contact, simply staring at one another. Their chaperones burst their bubble, one of them clearing her throat rather harshly.

“Shall we move along to the market?” she suggested. Loki snapped to attention first.

“Yes, we shall,” Loki replied, offering Claire his arm. “My lady?”

“Let’s hit it, my lord,” Claire gave his arm a squeeze when she looped hers around his bicep. God damn, his biceps were incredible.

~~~~

“Tell me something,” Loki asked as they walked through the market. “What exactly was your role with S.H.I.E.L.D.? You mentioned investigation, but what exactly did that entail?”

“I was responsible for determining threat levels,” Claire replied as she inspected a woven basket. “Analyzing people and their behavior was my specialty, but whenever something weird happened, my department would check it out and decide how best to proceed.”

“Which is why you were present-”

“When you sent the destroyer, yes,” Claire replied. “I was part of the team investigating Mjolnir when it showed up.”

“I am sorry you were in harms way.”

“Oh no biggie,” Claire waved off his concern. “Happens all the time. It was cool, you know?”

“Cool?” Loki asked skeptically, his brows rising high.

“I mean, sure, it was terrifying. Buuuut if I had a super awesome robot I would probably send it to break stuff too,” Claire laughed softly. “Can I ask-”

“Why I sent it?”

“Yeah,” Loki looked down, unwilling to admit his petty reasons. “You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I was just curious.”

“You would be the first.”

“What do you mean?” Claire asked. “No one asked you why?” Loki shook his head.

“They assumed I was jealous of my older brother and his claim to the throne; I was content to let them. But that was not why.”

“So what was the reason?” Claire pressed. Loki hesitated, his gaze flicking toward their chaperones. The two older women glared back, and Loki frowned.

“I should not say,“ He finally answered. “I have been...encouraged, shall we say, not to bring up unpleasant memories.”

“Why?”

“I believe Odin is concerned you will become too sympathetic.” Loki gave a sarcastic smile.

“Well that's horseshit,” Claire said. The chaperones gasped behind them and she turned to stare at the older women. “Yeah, I said a bad word. Deal with it,” She turned back to Loki. “Look, we're going to be married for a long time. I know I said I wouldn’t push you for answers and I meant it, but I think at some point I deserve answers to my questions.”

“I don't disagree,” Loki replied gently. "I do not trust easily, my lady.”

“I've noticed,” Claire pretending to inspect a skein of fabric while she thought. “You know, there’s a quote from Earth- those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it’.”

“England’s Wintston Churchill, I believe,” Loki's mouth pursed as he chose his words carefully. “It would be...beneficial, perhaps, for someone to hear my side of things. Someone who would not assume my guilt automatically.”

“I'm all ears, mischief.”

“You are not,” Loki smirked. “You are also have a charming wit and pleasant curves I find myself staring at far more than a respectable man should,” Claire blushed at his earnest words. “Forgive me, that was forward.”

“Don't apologize,” Claire replied. “The feeling is mutual.”

“I have pleasant curves?” Loki joked, delighting when Claire laughed and struck him on the arm.

“You have lots of pleasant things.”

“Such as?” Loki scoffed.

“Your hands,” Claire replied. She held up their clasped hands, unfurling her fingers and pressing her palm against his. His long fingers and wide palm dwarfed hers in size, and his gentle grip made her feel delicate- a feeling she was not familiar with. “Your eyes.”

“My eyes?” Loki asked doubtfully. No one in Asgard had eyes like his. “They are an oddity here.”

“I think they're beautiful,” Claire smiled. “I like odd,” The tops of Loki's cheeks turned pink, and she curled their fingers together again. “Also you have a cute butt.”

“I beg your pardon?!” Loki spluttered.

“Okay.” Claire shrugged.

“What?”

“You said I beg your pardon. So beg.” Loki snorted, tugging her closer by the hand until they were chest to chest.

“You are demanding,” he murmured. “I like it.” Claire preened, a smug look on her face as the chaperones chastised them for being too close. Ignoring them, Loki pulled her even closer, grinning when she squealed giddily. “Once we are wed, I shall tell you what you wish to know.” Claire pulled back, patting his chest plate fondly.

“In your own time, mischief. We have plenty of it.” Loki grinned, releasing her at last. He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“Shall I tell you all the ways I find you beautiful instead?”

“Who am I say no to a prince?” Claire laughed as they began to walk again. Loki plucked a long stemmed rose from a vendors basket, offering it to her.

“You are refreshingly honest and utterly enchanting,” he said, admiring the red against her creamy skin as she smelled the flower. “I will confess I worried we would be ill-suited, or that you would be unattractive in some way. Even when we fight,” he chuckled. “I admire that you challenge me head on. Each time I think I have you figured out, you surprise me. I find myself appreciating each new thing I learn about you. I look forward to learning more about you in the years to come.” Oh my. Loki, coming in clutch with the silver tongue.

“I’m looking forward to that too,” Claire leaned against him, her cheeks beginning to hurt from smiling so much. Her smile faltered when their chaperones scolded them once again for being too close. She rolled her eyes as she took a step back from him. “Mostly I look forward to spending time with you, alone.”

“The feeling is mutual, my lady.” Loki chuckled. Claire giggled, twirling the rose between her fingertips before her face grew serious.

“Loki?”

“Hmm?”

“I know babies are expected at some point, but...how soon is soon? Do we get to enjoy being married for a little while first?”

“Is that what you want?”

“At least a year,” Claire chewed her bottom lip. “Maybe two? I like fun, but what about baby-free fun?”

“There are ways to avoid conception, my lady.”

“There are? Even here?”

“Of course. I am a master of seidr,” Loki replied. “It may be different from what you are used to on Midgard, but it will work just as effectively, if not more.”

“Whatever it is, sign me up,” Claire breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s okay, right?”

“Of course. Who am I to tell you what to do with your body?” Loki replied, smiling when Claire leaned her head against his shoulder. “I like the idea of being able to enjoy you without worry. We’ll decide together when the time is right.”

~~~~

“There you are,” Loki sighed in relief as he opened the door to her en-suite bathroom. “I came for our lesson and could not find you, and I...well, I worried.”Loki admitted sheepishly as he hid behind the door. He heard the water splash in the room beyond, and his body responded to knowing Claire was naked mere feet away.

“Are you supposed to be in here?” she laughed.

“Technically, I am not,” Loki replied cheekily, grinning when he heard her laugh. “I wanted to check on you. I know today was a lot for you.”She’d spent the morning perfecting her riding form, and the afternoon being drilled by all of her instructors, each of them wanting to make sure she was flawless before the ceremony. It was draining and frustrating and while their outing to the market had been wonderful, Claire wanted to pull her hair out from the stress of it all.

“Oh god, don’t remind me,” Claire groaned, sinking deeper into the water. “I’m in a weird mood tonight.”

“What troubles you?”

“Lots of things.” Claire sighed heavily. “I don’t even know if I understand it myself.”

“Try me.”

“This is gonna sound nuts, but just stick with me, okay?” Claire pleaded. “I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you one-on-one. I’m feeling a lot more confident about signing up for this now that I know you better,” she smiled. “I enjoy our supervised dates too, but I like spending time with you without all the rules,” Loki smiled to himself, warmed by her admission. “I understand that all of this is pretty much a performance, like the circus. I know that in three days, there’s going to be a ton of people here to watch us get married and that’s fine.”

“But?”

“But I hate that all those people are going to see our first kiss,” Claire confessed. “Again, I understand we can’t break the rules and that our marriage is basically a spectacle, but I don’t want us to be a spectacle. Does that make sense?”

“I understand completely.”

“I know we can’t do anything to change it. I don’t want you to risk your safety, I just needed you to know how I’m feeling.”

“I’m honored you trust me with that knowledge.” Silence hung in the steamy air for a stretch, the only sound the rippling of the water. Loki sat on the opposite side of the door, sure to preserve her privacy but wanting to be nearby. He could sense that she needed him.

“Loki?” she called.

“Yes, darling?”

“Do you really think I can do this?” Claire asked softly.

“I was worried at first,” he admitted with a fond smile. “You were loud and brash and opinionated-”

“That’s me, baby- bold and brash,” Claire snickered from the water. “I understand the concern.”

“I no longer have it,” Loki admitted. He heard Claire jerk suddenly in the water- no doubt looking at the door as though he’d sprouted a second head. “Something you said struck a cord with me; that either you would walk beside me as an equal or not at all. We are different, you and I. We may not fit elsewhere but we fit each other. If you were the person you were expected to be, we would not. We will always be equals, this I promise. I am not saying you will not stumble, but I will be with you every step of the way,” Loki pledged. “I have no doubt that in time you will bring the entirety of Asgard to its knees.”

“Thank you. Are you included in that?” Claire asked. The question hung in the air until she snorted, bursting into laughter that echoed in the bathroom. “I’m sorry, you’re out there being serious and I’m making dirty jokes. Feelings make me uncomfortable.”

“I have that difficulty also,” Loki replied. “Would you want me on my knees?”

“I could be persuaded,” Claire chuckled. “I like a good challenge.”

“I shall keep that in mind.”

“Can you toss me my towel please?” Claire laughed from inside the bathroom. “I forgot to grab it before I got in.”

“Here,” Loki stepped into the room, careful to avert his eyes and tossed her towel into her outstretched hand. “I’m going to set up our lesson for tonight. Join me when you’re ready.”

Claire stepped into the main room a few minutes later, dressed comfortably in her pajama pants and an old S.H.I.E.L.D t-shirt. Loki had not set up for any lessons- it looked more like he’d prepared for a book club than anything else. A stack of books sat on the table, as well as the usual tray laden with snack foods.

“I thought you said you were setting up a lesson.”

“A clever ruse,” Loki grinned. “I thought perhaps we could simply spend time together. It has been a difficult day for you and you deserve a break.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, thank you.”

“Of course,” Loki smiled as she sat on the couch beside him. “I wondered if I could ask you a question.”

“Shoot.”

“When you first arrived, you had-” Loki mimed monstrous claws, making Claire laugh. “You no longer have them.”

“Yeah, I took them off,” Claire replied. “I really just wanted to look a little scary, and the claws are a good way to do it.”

“Ah,” Loki nodded. He could see why she would want to appear intimidating. “And the hoop in your nose?”

“The hoop stays. It’s permanent,” Claire plucked lightly at the purple hoop. “I’ve had it for years. I got it when I was sixteen and man, was my mom mad,” she laughed. “I thought she was gonna spit fire.”

“Was that a talent of hers?”

“No, it’s just an expression,” Claire shook her head. “Although she was Puerto Rican and probably could have done it if she put her mind to it.”

“I see. Is that a nationality?”

“It is, actually. You’ll find Puerto Ricans of all ethnic backgrounds, but she was born on the island. Her parents moved to the United States when she was a kid. That’s where I was born.”

“In LA?”

“Yeah. Los Angeles, or LA for short, is in California on the west coast of my country. I lived there until I was sixteen.”

“Would I be correct in assuming that is when you lost your mother?” Claire nodded.

“Yes. Phil took me in after that, and I went to the S.H.I.E.L.D academy, then I was out in the field within a couple of years.”

“And you’ve done nothing else?”

“Hey, my career is nothing to sneeze at. I had to work very hard to get to where I was,” Claire said defensively. “The S.H.I.E.L.D academy trains kids from a very early age, but I was able to pass their tests and get in late. I broke tons of records there, both at the academy and in the field. I’ve been to places most people couldn’t even dream of visiting.”

“Asgard included.” Claire laughed despite herself.

“Yes, Asgard included. You could probably make a killing in the tourism trade.”

“We have enough money, darling, believe me,” Loki chuckled. “Please, help yourself to something.” he held out the plate of snacks.

“What book are you reading?” Claire asked as she helped herself to a fruit tart. Loki produced a thick text on philosophy, already marked by a book mark.

“I am trying to refine my argument for the next council meeting,” he explained. “What will you read?”

“I’m reading a history of Asgard.”

“Your tutors will be pleased.” Loki chuckled as Claire scooted closer.

Loki set the snacks between them as they both settled in to read their books.

~~~~

Claire closed her book once she’d finished her chapter; the question niggling in her brain demanding to be aired.

“I have a question.”

“Of course,” Loki put aside the book he was reading from to look at her. “What is it?”

“So I understand that people aren't supposed to touch members of the royal family. Am I included in that?”

“You are,” Loki nodded. “Even though we are not yet wed, you are my intended and that courtesy ought to be extended to you as it is to me.”

“And if it isn't?” Claire had though she’d seen Loki angry. She'd seen him annoyed, when he'd told off the crones or when they bickered, and he’d been furious after the glitter bomb incident, but this was different. His eyes darkened and his jaw tightened, a muscle ticking as he clenched his teeth.

“Give me a name.”

“I don't think it's that serious.”

“You said someone touched you. Or at least implied it. Who?”

“Why?”

“Why?” Loki balked. “I assume this cretin is still breathing. I intend to put a stop to that,” Claire couldn't help but smile. “You laugh, my lady, but this is no laughing matter.”

“No, you're right, sorry,” Claire nodded. “But why don't you let me handle it? I was really just asking for clarification.”

“Is that what you want? To handle it personally?”

“I think it would be best.”

“Do you not trust me?”

“It's not that,” Claire shook her head. “But we're getting married in a matter of days and I imagine this will cause a stir. The last thing we need is a scene.”

“I am capable of discretion,” Loki scoffed, clearly offended. “Honestly.”

“Loki, why do I feel like if you had your way, I would have a dead body outside my door?”

“Seems reasonable to me,” Loki shrugged. “Would that upset your delicate sensibilities?” He asked darkly.

“Of course not; I’m hardly a stranger to dead bodies. But I'd prefer if our marriage didn't start with one or both of us in prison.”

“You're no fun.” Loki purred.

“I'm plenty of fun. You'll find out exactly how much in three days.”

“Hmm,” The deep rumble from his chest made Claire's insides turn to goo. Fuck, she wanted him. The fact he offered to kill for her...it sent a dark thrill down her spine. He shot to his feet, preparing to leave. “I will ensure there is additional security at your door. I should-”

“Can I give you a hug?” Claire asked abruptly. Loki paused, surprised by her question.

“You may.” He grunted when she squeezed him around the middle, pressing her face into his chest. Loki stood awkwardly as she embraced him without fear. He couldn't remember the last time...

“I knew it.”

“What?”

“We fit.” Claire murmured, practically purring with contentment as Loki's arms wrapped around her. His head came to rest on hers as he pulled her tightly against him. His heartbeat was steady and comforting in her ear, his body molded perfectly to hers as his chest rose and fell. This was the most they had touched since meeting, and Claire adored the feeling of his solid form against her body, as though he were the anchor to her ship lost at sea.

“Are you certain you wish to handle-”

“Yes,” Claire said stubbornly, keeping her face buried in his chest. “But if I need help, I'll tag you in.”

“How shall you handle it?”

“I'll beat him up, obviously.” Claire giggled.

“I would very much like to see that.” Loki replied.

“You like the fact that I can defend myself, don’t you?”

“I do indeed,” Loki chuckled. “I’ll admit, I’ve thought of it often since our fight on the training field.”

“I still want that rematch.”

“You shall have it. For now I shall have to hope that I can see you dispense justice to whichever lout dared to put a hand on you.” Claire laughed as she shifted her weight, grinning when she felt what was hiding in his pants.

“Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?” Claire snickered. Loki sighed in exasperation.

“Is this how life is to be with you? Hmm?” He jostled her playfully, making her laugh. “You tease me relentlessly then mock me for reacting?”

“For now,” Claire said apologetically. “Sorry, I can't do anything to help.” She wasn’t sorry at all.

“You are a dreadful menace. Go to bed, you little imp,” Loki huffed without ire, pulling away from her. “I shall see you in the morning.”

“Think sexy thoughts about me, k?” Loki laughed, his tongue flashing as he licked his lips. He grinned down at her, every inch a predator observing his prey, and Claire could have come on the spot.

“Darling, all of my thoughts are about you. Especially when I bring myself to release.” He growled, hands fisting in her clothes as he pulled her back into his chest, and Claire desperately wanted to feel his hands on her bare skin.

“I think about you too.” She confessed, shivering with delight when he backed her up against the nearest wall.

“Your pupils are dilated,” he noted as he towered over her. “I would wager if I touched you, you would be wet for me.”

“You're welcome to,” Claire challenged. “Or are we still pretending we're following the rules?” Loki growled as the neckline of her dress slipped lower, exposing unseen flesh to his desperate gaze. “Wait, can you lift me?” Loki furrowed his brows at the silly question. Of course he could. He lifted her effortlessly, stepping between her parted thighs with a growl. Claire sighed sweetly as he took her weight, her lithe arms closing behind his neck.

“Better?” He asked softly, his lips a mere inch from hers. It would be so easy to break the rules and kiss her, claim her until she begged him for sweet release.

“I've been thinking how I wanted to fuck you first after we're married,” nimble fingers combed through his hair, and Loki melted into the affection. “This is pretty high on the list.” Claire sighed, wrapping a lock of his hair around her finger as she squeezed his waist with her delectable thighs. Even though she was fully clothed, Loki could feel the heat of her skin through the cloth of her dress and it was driving him mad. Loki grunted with want and his cock throbbed between her legs. The whimper that escaped her nearly drove him to his knees. He dropped his head to her shoulder, inhaling her intoxicating scent as his eyes drifted closed.

“Sometimes,” he swallowed nervously. “I worry this is all a dream and I will wake to find myself still locked in that accursed cell,” He longed to sink his teeth into her flesh and mark her for all to see, but to do it now would have grave consequences. “I should go while I can still think clearly.” Claire brushed his hair back gently, clinging to him as he gingerly set her back on her feet. His hands trailed up her body, giving her goosebumps. He clasped her hand and gave the softest kiss to her knuckles, his eyes burning into hers as he put all his longing into his kiss. He pulled away, but pressed another kiss to her forearm as his other arm held her against him.

Holy shit. He was doing the Gomez thing. Without her asking! Claire was pretty sure he didn't even know who Gomez Addams was. His mouth burned with promise as he laid another kiss at the delicate fold of her arm. Claire's eyes were half closed with pleasure as he blazed a scorching trail along the heated nerves of her skin, kissing at her bicep and again at her shoulder. Claire's knees went weak as his lips pressed to the curve of her neck, only remaining upright thanks to his tightened grip when she wilted. Loki's tongue darted out to taste her flushed skin, teasing her with the sharp tip of his canines.

“Loki,” she pleaded breathlessly. “You should leave before I tie you to the bed.”

“Such promises, darling,” he murmured, pressing a final kiss to her neck before pulling away. “Are you sure you can stand?”

“Shut up,” Claire laughed. “Fuckin' neck kisses get me every time.”

“I shan't forget,” Loki promised, enjoying the needy way she grabbed his sleeves when he leaned in to kiss her. He didn't fully press his lips to hers, enjoying the dizzying pull of her mouth. She was utterly enchanting, sapphire eyes closed and cheeks flushed. “How could I with such a lovely reaction?” He released her, grinning when she groaned with want. “I shall take my leave. Good night, my lady.” Though his words were formal, his tone was anything but. This wasn't him testing her knowledge again. He was claiming her.

“Good night, my lord,” Claire replied. She welcomed the claim, and returned it. “I hate these rules.”

“As do I,” Loki said. “Though I believe it is past the midnight hour now. Two more days and you shall be mine.” Claire groaned, wishing time would hurry up and pass already.

“Two more days.” She sighed as the handmaiden replaced Loki. The guard at her door nodded in greeting when the massive door opened, and she waved at him as Loki slash the handmaiden strolled past him without incident. Frustrated, Claire began making mental plans to have a steamy bath before bed. She knew she should have packed more toys.

Two days until the wedding

“Good morning, darlings! A fabulous day awaits you- your guests arrive shortly and the wedding games will begin tomorrow!” Frigga greeted Claire and Loki in the great hall during breakfast. “Eat quickly; you must approve all the final touches before the guests arrive.” The couple shared a knowing glance. This was undoubtedly the last bit of calm they would have for the next few days.

~~~~

After giving final approval of the seating arrangements, decorations, and the various menus of the coming feasts, Claire and Loki retreated to the garden with Frigga for tea. Frigga was practically vibrating with excitement as they rested before the madness truly began. The first official wedding event, the opening feast, would take place in a matter of hours.

“Mother,” Loki began as Claire nursed her cup of tea. “I wonder if I could ask something of you.”

“Of course, my darling,” Frigga patted his hand fondly. “What do you need?” Loki glanced at Claire before turning back to Frigga.

“I wondered if Claire and I could have just a moment alone.” he asked. Frigga challenged him with a raised brow, staring at him pensively over the rim of her teacup.

“More than you’ve already had?” she asked. Loki and Claire both froze, Claire choking on her tea and beginning to cough. “Relax, my darlings-”

“We haven’t broken the rules!” Claire said urgently.

“I’ve been helping Claire prepare for her role, nothing more,” Loki added. “Mother-”

“Hush,” Frigga said calmly as she straightened in her chair. “I already know this.”

“You do?”

“Darling girl,” Frigga scoffed gently as she pierced Claire with her knowing gaze. “You made a rather drastic improvement without warning. It was obvious you had assistance. And simultaneously, by some miracle, Loki’s outlook also began to improve. It was not difficult to discern what was happening,” she smirked, glancing between the pair. “I am no fool; I have raised two sons to adulthood. But results are results, and I was glad to see you happy,” she smiled at Loki. “And to see you faring better.” she extended a hand to Claire.

“Mother-”

“If you did not break any additional rules, it shall remain our secret.” Frigga promised.

“We have not.”

“The risk isn’t worth it,” Claire added, warming Loki with her sincerity. “We both understand the rules and the reason behind them. We’re both doing this for bigger reasons than ourselves, and we understand we will largely be in the public eye. We just didn’t want the start of our physical relationship to be the same way.”

“Ah,” Frigga nodded in understanding. “As someone who did not meet her husband until we arrived at the altar, I completely understand.”

“Would you allow it?” Loki asked. Frigga said nothing, bridging her fingers in front of her tea cup as she stared them down. Claire was used to being under scrutiny, under threat of death, but her future mother-in-law’s discerning gaze made her sweat.

“I will cover for you for exactly five minutes,” she finally agreed, relaxing and taking a sip of tea. “I am trusting you to follow the other rules as you have until now.”

“Thank you, mother.” Loki got to his feet and offered Claire his hand. Claire grinned and took it, letting him lead her away from the table.

“What shall we discuss in our time together?” Frigga asked as they disappeared into the garden. Claire looked back to see Frigga chatting with mirror images of the two of them.

“Your mom is awesome,” Claire laughed as they made their way deeper into the thick of the garden. “Can you do that too?”

“I can,” Loki replied as they came upon a lush willow tree. Loki tugged her beneath the tree’s canopy, the long leafy boughs shielding them from any passersby. “I could show you, if you wanted. But is that really how you wish to spend our limited time together?”

“Nah, I’ll take a rain check. I’d rather kiss you stupid.” Claire let him press her against the tree.

“You, kiss me stupid?” Loki scoffed as he towered over her. His gaze dropped to her lush lips as he leaned closer, his arm snaking around her waist. “You’re rather confident for someone who gets weak in the knees when I merely kiss your hand.”

“Shut up,” Claire giggled. “I’ll have you know I’m quite the ball-buster back home. You should be flattered.” She poked a finger in his chest, flattening her palm against him as he stepped even closer. They were chest to chest now, and Claire’s heart was thundering in her ears. Loki looked so handsome she wanted to eat him alive.

“Who says I’m not?” he purred. His lips hovered over hers teasingly, both of them drunk on the delectable liquor of finally being able to touch. Tired of waiting, Claire cupped the back of his neck and pulled Loki down, sighing happily as he crowded her against the tree. The kisses on her knuckles had alluded to Loki’s skill, but this was a different experience with all new thrills. His lips were soft and warm, and she could faintly taste the tea he’d sipped before they’d escaped. After being denied any sort of touch for so long, Claire wanted to remember everything.

Loki licked at her lips, humming with delight when she pulled him closer. Their shared breath became heated as they both fought the urge to tear off the offending clothing between them. His long fingers grasped at the material of her dress, tugging her against him insistently.

Loki’s hair was soft and looped easily around her fingers as she sank her hands into the tresses. Claire pulled away long enough to work her fingers beneath his collar, gasping when his large hand groped at her breast. Loki reclaimed her mouth, making her dizzy with want as he made love to her with his tongue. Unlike other men she’d kissed, Loki didn’t shove his tongue down her throat. Instead, he stoked her desire with measured teasing strokes that had her insides melting and her knees quaking.

Loki pulled away from her reluctantly, supporting her weight with a knowing smile.

“Do you feel better?” he asked softly.

“Much better.” Claire smiled up at him, soaking up the feel of him pressed against her as he kissed her forehead. He wrapped his arms around her, tucking her under his chin as she hugged him tightly. She could feel his pulse racing in his throat, and felt a wave of satisfaction that he was just as affected as she was.

“This was an excellent idea,” he murmured. “It may be difficult to steal moments like these once we are both entrenched in our duties, but I would like to-”

“I’d like that too. I know all this-” Claire gestured beyond the tree’s hanging boughs. “Is mostly a performance for others, but this is private.” She wound their fingers together, clasping their hands tightly.

“It shall stay that way. I am a very private person.”

“I’ve noticed,” Claire smiled. “But I agree. I don’t share well.” she hummed with satisfaction as he kissed her again, her eyes slipping closed as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“You’ll never share me, little wife. I am yours as you are mine,” Loki promised softly. “We should return,” he ran his hand down her arm, lifting her knuckles to his mouth before dotting kisses upon her wrist and forearm. “We are overdue.”

“If you keep doing that, you’re gonna have to carry me.” Claire murmured as his lips caressed the exposed skin at her inner elbow.

“Are you unwell?” he gave a teasing smirk when a whimper escaped her. It was unfair, honestly, how a simple kiss could make her clit throb with need. He traced his lips along her skin, pressing more kisses inside the sleeve openings at her bicep and at her shoulder. His warm breath caressed her skin delicately as he clutched possessively at her waist. “Perhaps I can help,” he placed another kiss upon her collar bone, searing her flesh and making desire flood her veins. “Better?” he breathed against her flushed skin, grinning mischievously when she clutched him to her. “Your scent...it shall drive me mad.” he murmured as he nosed at her neck, peppering kisses upon her skin and making her writhe against him.

“Loki-”

“Gods, I cannot wait to make you fall apart beneath me,” he licked at her skin, drawing the tender flesh between his teeth as her nails dug into his shoulders. “We shall have endless amounts of fun together.”

Approaching footsteps pulled their attention from each other and they sprung apart. The skin at Claire’s neck smarted delightfully, but any mark would have given them away instantly. Loki soothed the skin with a brush of his thumb, using seidr to remove the faint mark he’d left behind.

“Thanks.” Claire grabbed his hand appreciatively, grateful he’d thought about it.

“Of course.” the couple shared a secretive smile as they emerged from under the tree to see Frigga approaching them. The queen took in their flushed faces and smiles before giving them a knowing look.

“There you are, my darlings. I trust all is well?”

“Very well, Mother. Thank you.”

“Of course. Now! Let us finish our walk before I must turn you over to the mercy of your guests.” she winked at them, gesturing for them to walk ahead of her on the cobblestone path.

“My lady?” Loki offered Claire his arm. Claire looped her arm through his, knocking into him gently with her hip. Loki looked at her with surprise before he knocked into her with his hip. Claire bumped into him again, making him stumble slightly. Frigga looked in with mild concern as Loki bumped into her harder, her concern giving way as the two burst into giggles. The pair took off down the path, shrieking with laughter and wearing matching smiles as Frigga trailed behind them with a smile of her own.

~~~~

After their interlude in the garden, Claire and Loki were ushered to their respective chambers to get ready for the guests arrival. Claire felt like she was floating on air, chitchatting with Ragna as they walked.

All through her preparation, as her hair was combed within an inch of its life, her nails buffed until they gleamed, and her lips painted with a shimmery gloss, the feeling remained. Looking in the mirror, Claire saw not just herself, but a respectable lady. Someone in love.

Was it too early to call it that? Claire had long since given up on any meaningful connection, but Loki had found a way past her defenses in such a short time that it frightened her a little.

Okay, a lot.

But wasn’t that part of love? Didn’t it make you feel like you could fly, but also like you were a ship about to be dashed upon the rocky shore?

“Lady Claire?” Ragna caught her attention with a gentle hand on her shoulder. “It’s time.”

“Right,” Claire took a deep breath, looking back at her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t have any answers, but maybe this was one of those things you just have to go through. She felt confident that because of their bond, she and Loki would work well together, and hopefully, be happy for years to come. “I’m ready.”

~~~~

Claire arrived in the throne room shortly after Loki, who looked devastatingly handsome in his formal leathers and cape. Claire’s intrusive thoughts wanted her to hug him from behind and bury her face between his shoulder blades. She settled for complimenting him since they were under heavy surveillance still.

“You look so fancy,” she murmured as she stepped up beside him. “No helmet today?”

“Not today, darling, you must be serious for once.”

“I can be serious.” Claire argued. Loki shot her a skeptical look. Claire made a silly face at him, catching him off guard and making him laugh. Behind Claire, Frigga made a stern face at the both of them, silently warning them to behave. This only served to make the pair laugh harder despite their best attempts to quiet down. The large doors opened, revealing the sea of people who’d come to see them. Claire’s stomach dropped, her anxiety suddenly dialed up to eleven. What if she did something stupid? What if she didn’t look the part?

“Don’t fuss, darling,” Loki said gently, squeezing her hand and preventing her from picking at her pristine nails. “You can do this.” he reassured her in the quiet before the storm.

“Thank you.” Claire squeezed back, grateful that he had noticed her distress, and that he had stepped in to soothe her.

“You’re welcome. Now chin up. You look lovely, and I know how confident you are,” he smiled. “Act like it.” he gave her hand another squeeze before the first guest approached. People were still spilling into the room, the line of guests to be greeted growing longer and longer. Loki stood at the head of their receiving line to Claire’s left, while Frigga and finally Odin stood to her right. Claire had assumed that the king and queen would greet the guests first, but Frigga had explained that the majority of the guests were allies of Asgard and therefore would come to pay respect to Odin, but also Loki and her by extension. Because they were the ones being celebrated, they would greet the guests first.

As a staff member told Loki the names of the first guests, Claire had a thought that maybe she should have binged The Crown before she came to Asgard. It probably would have been at least a little helpful.

She’d certainly get her curtsy down pat after today.

~~~~

Good God, was there any end to this line?! Claire felt as though she’d met enough people to fill an entire stadium. Her hands ached from shaking so many, her face hurt from the smile she had plastered on, her feet were screaming at her from inside the shoes she wore. She just wanted this to end.

“I didn’t realize you would be coming!” Claire exclaimed as she saw a group of familiar faces approaching Loki. “It’s so nice to see all of you.”

“Please,” Tony said, holding up a hand to stop her. “Don’t get too emotional, I’m a person just like you. Actually I take that back-” He grunted when his wife smacked him in the ribs.

“Ignore him,” the blonde said with a small smile. “I’m Pepper.” She offered her hand for Claire to take.

“Oh hi!” Claire said excitedly. “I’ve heard lots of great things about you; it’s nice to finally meet you.”

“You too. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey, Rock of Ages, how’s it going?” Tony asked casually, unfazed by Loki’s glare as he held out his hand.

“How do you think?” he asked harshly, pointedly ignoring Tony’s hand.

“It’s just a question, buddy, relax. Congratulations.” Tony retracted his hand. A muscle ticked in Loki’s jaw as he clenched his fists. Beside Tony, Pepper facepalmed.

“Thank you.” Loki replied tersely as the couple continued down the line to greet Frigga. Steve stood waiting to greet Loki, along with Anja and a brunette man Claire didn’t recognize.

“Loki.” Steve offered his hand as he stepped in front of Loki.

“Rogers.” Loki shared a tense smile with the captain, squeezing his hand tightly. He released the captain after the appropriate amount of time, allowing him to sidestep and greet Claire.

“Hi Cla-”

“Captain,” Claire said icily. She still hadn’t forgiven Steve for choosing Rollins over her for the STRIKE team several years ago. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, thank you for the invitation,” Steve nodded politely. “Congratulations.” Steve stepped aside to greet Frigga, allowing Claire to observe Loki and Anja’s interaction.

“-Not being incarcerated has done wonders for me,” Loki said warmly. “Thank you for asking.”

“Of course,” Anja replied. “I’m glad you’re doing better.” she gave Loki a warm smile before stepping over to greet Claire.

“Shadow, right?” Claire asked, taking her hand.

“That’s me,” Anja smiled. “I’m your uncles favorite.” She stage whispered.

“Don’t let her lie, I’m his favorite.” Tony objected from further down the line. Frigga looked at him quizzically.

“I’m sure,” Claire giggled as Pepper dragged Tony away from Frigga to greet Odin. She turned back to Anja, clasping her hand in her own. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course! I love weddings, and this place is gorg-eous!” Anja sang. “Congratulations. This is my husband Bucky.” she gestured to the dark haired man beside her.

“Hi.” Claire shook his hand too.

“Oh, hi. I thought-” Claire glanced at Steve, her head cocked in confusion.

“I got a two-fer,” Anja grinned. “Our rabbi is very modern.”

“Oh, right on!” Claire laughed. Kudos to Anja for bagging two hot relics. “Thanks for coming.”

“Thanks for inviting us.” Bucky replied, shaking her hand before the throuple moved down the line.

Bruce and a brunette woman Claire didn’t recognize stepped in front of Loki. The tension between Bruce and Loki was instantly palpable and everyone seemed to take a collective breath as the two stared each other down. Claire remembered from the file in her room that Hulk had thrown Loki around Avengers tower like a rag doll. Yikes. Talk about awkward. After a moment, Bruce offered a hand shake in a show of peace. Loki glanced down at his hand and up to Bruce, pausing briefly before taking his hand grudgingly.

“Hi, Claire,” Bruce said softly as they stepped in front of her. “This is my wife Darcy.”

“Hi there!” Darcy chimed in brightly. Claire smiled back at them and shook their hands, thanking them for coming. The couple seemed to balance each other; where Bruce was reserved, Darcy was exuberant.

“Uh…congratulations.” Bruce offered meekly.

“This must be so awkward for the both of you,” Darcy said gently. “No offense, arranged marriage just seems so...eek.”

“It was at first,” Claire chuckled. “It’s gotten better.” Darcy patted her hand comfortingly.

“Good, good. I hope your first child is a masculine child.” Darcy spoke with gravitas, in a perfect impression of Luca Brasi. Claire curled her lips inward to contain her laughter. She liked Darcy. They would have been good friends.

“Thanks Darcy.” Claire finally managed. Loki looked on with confusion as Darcy curtsied before moving on to greet Frigga.

“What was that girl talking about?” he leaned close to ask.

“It was a movie reference, dear, I’ll explain later.” Claire snickered as Thor appeared (finally), at the end of the line. Claire was overjoyed to see the president of her home country bringing up the rear of the line as she’d asked, sulking like a spoiled child just as she’d known he would. She’d known he couldn’t be uninvited for the sake of appearances, of course, but he was no doubt the furthest from where he wanted to be. If Claire knew the slimy bastard like she thought she did, he was surely hoping to use the occasion for some peacocking.

“Welcome to Asgard,” Loki greeted the man politely, as if he hadn’t suggested the man’s miserable place in the line. “I trust your accommodations are to your liking?”

“Yes, yes, very fine,” the man mumbled. “Not as nice as my resort, but very fine.” Loki glanced over to Claire with a pointed look that clearly meant Is this fool serious? Claire arched her brow in response.

Yes. Unfortunately.

Loki’s brow ticked just slightly, as if to say I see.

“We will do everything we can to make your time in Asgard more comfortable. We appreciate you coming.” Loki said diplomatically.

“Congratulations,” the man mumbled, ambling over to Claire with an awkward gait. “I’d love to meet while I’m here-” he wheezed, sticking out his small hand for Claire to shake. “Get your opinion on a couple things.”

“That depends,” Claire replied coolly, pointedly ignoring his tiny hand. “Are you actually interested in what I have to say, or are you hoping I’ll fix the next election to keep you in power?” Loki glanced at her with giddy interest, delighted to see her sink her claws into her prey. The puny man grew red in the face and withdrew his hand.

“I won fair and square.”

“I’m sure,” Claire said placidly. “I’m also sure we can both agree that Asgard is a far more powerful ally than Russia.”

“Maybe we can work something out. You’re from the States, after all.”

“Be that as it may, I won’t be interceding on your behalf. You’ll have to get by on your own merit, if you’re able.”

“I’m more than able- the most able,” the man insisted. “I can make things very difficult for you.”

“Can you even reach my shoulders?” Claire scoffed. “I will not be blackmailed by some ineffectual, privileged, effete, soft-penised debutante. You want to start a street fight with me; bring it on, but you're gonna be surprised by how ugly it gets. You don't even know my name,” she sneered, leaning into the man’s space and making him shrink back. “I'm the fucking lizard king.”

Gods, she was magnificent. Was this what love felt like? Loki would have gladly given her anything she desired in that moment.

Several emotions flickered across the mans face; fear, indignation, embarrassment, and finally, rage. He looked comical with his wide eyes, his eye sockets two large circles of white amidst the rest of his carrot-orange face. He mumbled something unintelligible to Claire and beat a hasty retreat.

“That is the leader of your country?” Loki leaned in to scoff. “Why is he orange?” his lip curled in disgust as he watched the odious man greet Frigga and Odin, his off-colored lips flapping as he no doubt said something offensive.

“He insists it’s a tan.”

“He is delusional,” Loki muttered. “He looks like a sunburnt Krylorian,” Claire couldn’t have contained her laughter if she tried. She did manage to reign it in, but only after the butt of their private joke glared at her. “Oh dear, I think you’re in trouble darling.”

“Oh my god, stop,” Claire cackled, slapping at him ineffectually, as he continued to mock the short man and make her laugh. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

“You don’t need my help for that, menace,” Loki said with pride, pulling her against him with an arm around her waist. “You’ve sent him running like a frightened dog. But what exactly is a lizard king?” Claire laughed again.

“It’s a quote from a tv show,” she replied as Thor arrived, heralding at last the end of the parade of guests. “Don’t worry, I’m not in any competing lines of succession.”

“Good to know,” Loki chuckled. “I should hate for anything to derail our big day.”

“Looking forward to it, are you?” Claire asked teasingly as he offered her his arm to lead her to the great hall. A long night of feasting, drinking and dancing with their guests awaited them, and Claire for one was very excited.

“It would be a pity if it didn’t happen. Everyone is already here, after all.” Loki murmured, pleased beyond measure when she laughed and let her head drop onto his shoulder. No one else quite grasped his sense of humor like she did. It made him feel something he couldn’t quite name but whatever it was, he knew he wanted to feel it always.

~~~~

Claire sank into the water with a groan of delight, overjoyed to soak her aching feet after such a long night. The opening feast was still in full swing in the great hall, but having accomplished everything she’d wanted to for the night, Claire had made an excuse to go to bed early.

She turned toward the open door as a creak sounded from outside it, smiling to herself. It could only be one person.

“You left early too?” she called.

“It was rather dull without you,” Loki replied from his post beyond the door. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine,” Claire laughed. “People think women are fragile so I was able to make an easy exit. Did I miss anything?”

“Not really. Things quieted down after your country��s...leader was separated from the captain and sergeant.” Claire snorted as she wet her hair in the steaming water.

“That’s probably for the best,” she cackled. “I can’t believe he had the nerve to ask them to take a photo with him,” her head shot up as a foul thought occurred to her. “You don’t think he’ll ask us for one, do you?”

“If he does, we’ll simply say no,” Loki chuckled. “I have no qualms about upsetting such a...how should I describe him?”

“An idiot?”

“Yes, that will do,” Loki agreed. “I have no qualms about upsetting an idiot,” The pair laughed together for a moment as they thought of the bumbling man downstairs. “Were you pleased by tonight’s event?”

“Oh yes, everything was wonderful! I am so full, I couldn’t eat another bite, but the food was so good I want more.”

“What of our guests? I saw you flitting about.”

“I’ll admit I had a bit of an agenda,” Claire laughed. “There were several politicians I wanted to talk to, and it was the perfect opportunity to pick their brains.”

“Did you manage to catch everyone you wished to speak to?”

“Yes! I was most excited to speak to Angela Merkel- she’s the first female chancellor of Germany; and Michelle Obama! Ah, such a remarkable woman, I really admire her. I asked her for leadership advice.”

“And did she give any?”

“Oh yes,” Claire sighed happily. “I don’t know how much I’ll be leading here, but I’d like to be like her. She’s very intelligent. Resilient. Level-headed and compassionate. She really cares about people.”

“I’m sure you’ll find opportunity,” Loki smiled. “Did you speak with anyone else?”

“Yes, I can’t believe I forgot to tell you!” Claire squealed excitedly. “Let it be known that, I, Claire Fisher, a lowly S.H.I.E.L.D agent and childhood resident of Compton, spoke to the QUEEN OF ENGLAND!”

“I had no idea you would be so excited about this,” Loki laughed, charmed by her enthusiasm. “Did she meet your expectations?”

“YES!” Claire squealed. “She was wonderful! She gave me leadership advice- and some marriage advice- and she’s SO funny! I love her so much, Loki, I never want her to leave.” Loki laughed heartily at that.

“Eventually we must let her go home, darling.”

“Oh alright, fine, she can leave.” Claire replied grumpily, sulking deeper into the water. She began to rub body wash into her skin, filling the humid air with the scent.

“What is that?” Loki asked. “That smell.” It smelled of intoxicating sweet flowers and musk.

“It’s body wash. In the Stars, from Bath and Body Works. It was a gift from my friends you met. FitzSimmons?”

“Ah yes, the scientists. I would have liked to speak to them more.”

“You should; I think you’d get along,” Claire smiled. “Anyway, they made me a going-away gift of self-care items and makeup. All of the scents are space or astronomy themed, which is so on brand for both of them. They also gave me all the lipsticks you’re so fond of.”

“I shall endeavor to thank them,” Loki smiled. “I assume you know them from S.H.I.E.L.D., but how did your role correlate to theirs?”

“Ah, well, as scientists, they would develop weapons and gear and whatnot, and every so often I would get to test their new toys in the field. They made a plasma cannon once that sadly did not get the final approval from the higher ups, but it was fun to play with.”

“I can imagine it was quite destructive.”

“Yeah, I spent a week filling out damage reports,” Claire cringed. “Still, it was disappointing to see it scrapped,” the pair fell into easy silence as Claire continued to scrub her skin. “Loki?”

“Yes?”

“Tell me about one of your disappointments.” the loaded request sat heavy on Loki’s shoulders. It was a request to be vulnerable, and Loki wondered how far he was willing to let his guard down where Claire was concerned.

“When I was a boy- well...I was at an odd stage- not quite a man, but no longer a boy- I had a very exciting opportunity to study some insects that were on the brink of extinction. I have always preferred my studies to the practices of Odin and Thor, but this was an exceptional chance to study creatures that were vastly important to their ecosystems. For whatever reason, it was nearly impossible to get them to breed, and so their numbers dwindled, and dwindled, until finally, there were only two males and one female left.”

“That does sound interesting.”

“My tutor was one of the utmost experts in the field, and whether by design or luck, he came into possession of these three beetles. For weeks we studied them, and my days were consumed with them. I felt...a kinship of sorts with them, because they were the last of their kind, and I was- I am- an outsider. I wondered whether they could feel, or perhaps even shared, my profound sense of isolation.”

“Oh, honey…”

“One day, Odin stormed into my daily lessons, demanding to know why I was not on the training field with Thor. I tried to explain what my tutor and I were attempting, but he would not listen. He cared only that I was neglecting my training. I should mention that military service is compulsory at one’s majority, which was rapidly approaching for me at that time. He meant well-”

“That doesn’t matter. Your studies were important too,” Claire replied. “What happened?”

“Odin crushed the female,” Loki said softly. “He then told me it no longer mattered and since the beetles were doomed, I would be better served focusing on what did matter. He dragged me to the training field and made me stay there for hours.”

“Jesus.”

“At one point I collapsed, because I had been in the hot sun for so long without food or water. Odin instructed one of the older boys to dump water on me, and when I woke, I was told I was pathetic and not fit to serve in the infantry, let alone as an officer.”

“That’s horrible.”

“Yes, well...I cannot isolate the time I learned how little I mattered to Odin into a single memory; it is a running theme of which he enjoys reminding me.”

“I’m so sorry, Loki. No one deserves to feel that way,” Claire said angrily. “For what it’s worth, you matter to me.” Silence fell once again as Loki wrapped his arms around himself on the other side of the door.

“Thank you.” he murmured after a beat.

“Would you like to know my disappointment?” Claire asked softly.

“Yes, of course.”

“In one of our first meetings, when we were talking about my-” Claire laughed. “My parentage was questionable at best, I believe were your words.”

“Which I regret.”

“That’s mine as well. That I don’t know who my father is. I don’t know what kind of person he is, what his favorite food is,” she said softly. “At least with Odin...you know what color his eyes are, what tea he likes.”

“Is it worse to know, or not to know?” Loki asked somberly.

“I don’t have an answer to that.”

“Hmm,” Loki said absently. “Finish your bath, darling. Meet me on the lounge when you’re ready.” he withdrew quickly, needing a moment alone to collect himself. Claire let him go, already knowing what he needed. She needed it too.

She finished her bath quickly, wrapping her hair in the towel after slipping into her pajamas. She stepped out to find Loki stretched out on the couch with his eyes closed.

“Scoot over.” Claire nudged him gently as she reached the couch, settling beside him when he scooted to make room.

“That is a rather daring head piece,” Loki squinted at her. “You’ll make quite a statement at court.”

“Shut up,” Claire laughed. “I’m not gonna snuggle with you if you’re gonna make fun of me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” came the chuckled reply. “What was the marriage advice? From the queen of England?” he asked as they settled on the couch facing each other. Claire laughed softly, smothering her mirth in the pillow beneath her head.

“To find little moments to share, so that even when the job prevents big moments from happening, you have something to hold onto.”

“That is...rather honest.”

“I was going to invite you to join me in the bath, but I knew you would say no,” Claire murmured, glancing over at him. “These rules are dumb; we’re breaking several right now.”

“Indeed we are,” Loki purred. “Less than forty-eight hours to go, little wife.” Claire giggled as she stretched out alongside him.

“Stay for a little while?” Claire asked as tiredness washed over her. Her eyes fluttered closed and she reached for him, tugging him closer with a hand on his hip.

“Of course.”

~~~~

Loki wasn’t sure what woke him, but he quickly realized he’d stayed far too long. The fire had died down, the dying embers casting a faint glow about the dark room. Claire lay tucked into his side, her warm body pressed deliciously close. Her hands clutched his bare skin, having wormed beneath his clothes as they slept.

“Norns,” Loki swore under his breath as he spied the blue tinge on the horizon. As much as he was enjoying their current predicament, he needed to leave. “Darling, I have to go.”

“Did we sleep too long?” Claire mumbled.

“A little. Get to bed, little wife.” Claire hummed when Loki kissed her forehead.

“Wait, let me walk you out,” Claire mumbled as she got to her feet. She rubbed her tired eyes as Loki stretched. Claire seized the opportunity and hugged him, nuzzling her face into his chest as he returned her affection. “I wish you could stay.”

“I shall see you in just a few hours, darling. Will you miss me terribly?” Claire nodded, eyes slipping closed as he squeezed her tightly.

“Yes,” Claire’s voice was muffled against his chest. “See you soon.”

“Sleep well, my darling,” Loki leaned down to kiss her forehead, but he was taken by surprise when Claire rose up to her tiptoes to kiss him. She wound her arms around his neck, pulling him in with the spell she cast. Loki let himself be pulled in, any argument dying as his hands skirted beneath her clothes. His fingers danced along her skin, palms bracketing her ribs as his thumbs just grazed the swell of her breasts. “Claire-”

“Sorry, not sorry,” Claire sighed as she released him, trailing her hands through his curly hair before she fully let him go. “I couldn’t help myself.” she grinned mischievously as he brushed her wild hair from her face. Miraculously, her still-damp towel was still on her head, but several locks of hair had escaped.

“Good night,” Loki drew both her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “See you soon.”

[simdertalia]

🌞 Liberated for Lughnasadh 🌞

I've been feeling awful for the past few days, so I have had to rest a lot. I did a little set of liberated items from the "Hare Stylist" decor object from Cottage Living. Now you can use the sign for your stores and shops, and the barrel as a real table, plus the freely placeable rabbit and sunflower planter. I hope you'll find them useful!

Sims 4, Base game compatible - 4 items

Set contains: Large Barrel (Table & has slots) - 12 swatches Mini Mead Barrel Planter - 7 swatches Rabbit Statue - 12 swatches Cottagecore Retail Sign (wall decor) - 12 swatches

Always suggested: bb.objects ON, it makes placing items much easier. For further placement tweaking, check out the TOOL mod.

Type “liberated” into the search query in build mode to find  quickly. You can always find items like this, just begin typing  the title and it will appear.

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📁 Alt Download (still no ads): HERE

As always, please let me know if you have any issues! Happy Simming!

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*The sun wall decor and large sunflower are TS4 base game items

[worldswithoutendings]

Eye for an eye [Michael Langdon] pt.4

Pairing: Michael langdon x female!reader

warnings: mentions of death

words: 1540

summary: your first date with michael and your first workday at Kineros (filler chapter)

AN: I'm still trying to figure out what format works best for me so bear with me, any feedback is highly appreciated <3

When the clock hit 7 you got ready for the dinner you had with Michael, all he said before he left after abusing your closet was to wear the dress and let your hair loose. But nothing more. So you added some black heels and a silver necklace. You did your makeup a tiny bit heavier than usual and for once you didn’t put on perfume in the hope that he would linger more around you like his coat did. Because damn he smells good it should be illegal.

I’m here.

you curse as you run down the stairs, almost breaking your ankle as you grab the door handle to reveal Michael. Clad in an all-black outfit, smelling absolutely divine and his short curls framing his face “Hi” you breathe out and Michael smiles at you “Look at you, you look stunning” he smiles as he holds out his arm “Shall we?” you say nothing, just taking his arm as you follow him to his car, which, of course, is also expensive “you’re picking me up in a Bugatti?!” you gasp out “what, it’s a nice car” “it is! But, so expensive” you breathe out and Michael laughs as he opens the door for you “my lady” “oh, thank you sir” you act with him as you sit down on the seat. Feeling the expensive seat as Michael sits in the driver seat.

Satan watches the two of them spend the day together from his throne “Good, everything is all going to plan” he says as he stretches his fingers out over the armchairs “Now we need to get rid of that Rosalie figure, I hope Michael hurries up with that girl”

Arm in arm you walk with Michael to the restaurant he picked out. And of course, it’s a Michelin-starred restaurant making you huff “What is it?” “I just feel out of place, I’m so used to visiting a McDonald's or a Five Guys as a date. Never set foot in a Michelin-starred restaurant” you mumble and Michael smiles “Good, I can show you how a real man is supposed to treat you” He walks inside with you and a guy comes scurrying towards you both “Mr. Langdon. Such an honor to have you here again. Shall we go to your booth?” the guy stumbles over his words and Michael gives a short nod

“do you come here often?” your mouth speaks before you can think “Yeah, not a lot. just for business” “Did you come here with Rosalie?” you ask self-conscious and Michael smirks “She is on your mind a lot isn’t she? The answer is no” he says as the guy mentions to the booth in the far back of the restaurant where the mood is actually kind of romantic “that’s a shame, it’s beautiful here” you say as you sit down in the booth, realizing both your knees are touching you scrape you throat “well, I only want to bring important people here. So, mostly Ms. Mead. But not since a few months ago” his voice dies down a bit and you can’t help but feel sorry for him even though you don’t know who Ms. Mead is and what happened a few months ago.

The food that was served was divine, just like the wine that was served. You talked about anything and nothing that your minds could think of, Michael even told you what happened to Ms. Mead. How she was set on fire and now, at Kineros they’re trying to make a robot version of her. Michael held her dear and close to his heart like he expected his grandmother to do ‘what happened to your grandmother?” you say as you put a piece of gnocchi in your mouth “She killed herself when she realized that I was aging to quick and murdering people instead of animals” his voice became flat and his knuckles were starting to turn white with how hard he was holding his utensils.

You couldn’t help yourself but touch his hand “I’m so sorry Michael” you whispered but you tried to sound neutral, knowing how much you hated it when your parents died and how everybody started to talk to you like a baby “You, you lost both your parents right?’ Michael asks questionably and you nod as you take a sip of your wine “my dad passed away of a cardiac arrest, my mother died shortly after due to a drug overdose, I was.. 16? Yeah, so, after the deal” your voice becomes quieter and quieter

“do you think that, you know, satan may be behind it? Seeing if I would get deranged?” “I don’t know, y/n, you have to ask him that” “I did actually, multiple times, but he waved it away, saying I was delusional” You play with a single piece of gnocchi and feel a hand on your kneecap. You sigh softly “he probably didn’t mean it like that, he also left me in the dark for years I didn’t know what I was supposed to do until I got to Kineros”

After dinner, Michael took you for a walk through the park. Deciding to sit on a bench with the hot coffee you bought from the stand even though Michael wanted to go to a coffee shop you shook your head “No this is actually good coffee!” you exclaimed so Michael wanted to believe you. And indeed, it was damn good coffee “So, tomorrow you can just come to Kineros, I’ll show you around and get you settled, you don’t have to worry about anything, well, maybe, your clothing but just, wear a button-up shirt or something. We’ll go shopping for it” Michael says before he takes a sip “damn, this is good coffee”

Nervously you arrived at Kineros the following morning. Especially because you just left your old job and your wrist still hurts. The clicking of your heels on the marble floor echoes off the walls as you see two guys with bowl cuts they must go to the same hairdresser because it looks awful. Michael is in a conversation with them but you see that all of a sudden he has trouble with his laughter

“Are you making fun of us?!” the brown-haired one exclaims and Michael immediately stops “No, no! I wouldn’t dare. You do look ridiculous” Michael exclaims and now you really have to hold in your laughter, they both turn around to look at you “Ah our new secretary! Miss y/n. right? We’d appreciate it if you respected our wishes,” the blonde one says immediately “actually, she only respects my wishes” Michael chimes in, yeah you wish.

You learned that their names are Jeff and Mutt, but you would mostly be working for Michael. Ruling over his agenda and keeping him up to date with meetings and calls. Further, you are the one responding to email, which mostly consists of rich dudes who are aching for their new sex doll.

A girl with a familiar face walks, well, storms in. looking like a drug dealer with her hair all matted, and clothes she had probably worn the last 2 weeks and never heard of the word shower or bath. She composes herself the moment she is at your desk and scrapes her throat “Yes?” you reply while you're typing an email to a client “I’m here to see my boyfriend, Michael” Oh shit it’s Rosalie “Are you scheduled?” “no?! I don’t need to schedule anything” she bursts out and you bite your lower lip “One second please,” you say as you reach for the phone. The foul stench of Rosalie makes its way to your nostrils Michael you’re kidding me. You only type in the number 1. Knowing it will connect to his office he immediately picks up “yes?” “Michael, you’re… girlfriend is here” he hangs up with a loud groan. Not much later his door opens and you hear him curse under his breath “Rosalie, what are you doing here. You can’t just barge in at my work” he says as he leans against the doorpost.

Rosalie immediately runs to him which means you can catch a breath we need to buy air fresheners and perfume and incense to get rid of this smell did she fall in a well or something?! You open up a website for fragrances to check out what can be delivered today as you try to hear the conversation as Michael doesn’t want her in his office “I have a meeting in 5 minutes” No you don’t “so you really need to leave” yes you absolutely do “but Michael! You promised!” she screams out “we were supposed to go on a date this week and you declined me! Twice! I can’t do this anymore!” Michael sighs deeply “Just, go. Rosalie. I’ll call you after the meeting okay” “Can I get a kiss?” “did you brush your teeth?” he blurts out and she gasps “Yes?!” she sounds incredibly shocked and you hear him audibly gulp. You reach for your bag as Michael cautiously gives her the tiniest peck on earth and she walks away confidently “Here” you wave around a travel-sized toothbrush and toothpaste you always keep in your bag.

[eulaliasims]

Round 1, Hill Farm 6/7

yeah, woooo, festival day! I am absolutely not going to eventually forget to play these!

Glamaer, WHERE is your FATHER?

Glamaer: Playin' skittles across the green.

Oh.

Speaking of, Elmet inquired if Brigid would like to play a game or two with him, and maybe take a turn around the dancing square afterward, and for some unfathomable reason she said yes. But it's not too long before the setting sun starts to cast a warm glow over the festival. Elmet can practically feel the moon lurking behind him.

Elmet: This was fun, but I, uh, have to go... take care of the sheep.

Brigid: Well, you can go do that and come back afterward? We could have a cup of mead together.

Elmet: I wish, but... I can't. Lotsa sheep to care for.

Brigid: Uh, okay.

[secondratefiction]

How do you think Loki sleeps? Light or deep sleeper, does he sleep on his back, side etc, does he snore, sleep talk

Apologies for the delay, but I literally could not out off my school work any longer, and it took me a solid two days to get everything done.

Also... I have like 7 other requests in my inbox, but this is the one that latched onto my brain and refused to let go, so we get to you first.

- Loki is one of the freaking lightest sleepers in existence, the man wakes up at even the slightest hint of sound.

- Thor would tease him about paranoia... Loki in turn changed his mead into mud.

- Usually, he sleeps either flat on his back or sitting up, hands folded either on his chest or in his lap.

- This is to conceal a small dagger is he's feeling particularly on edge.

- When he's like this, there is no snoring, or sleep talk or anything like that, because he's just barely asleep really, if he made any kind of noises like that he'd end up walking himself up before it became noticeable to anyone else.

- However... if he actually is feeling safe and secure somewhere, it's a different story...

- He's still a light sleeper, but the reactions aren't as violent. He doesn't snap immediately to full awareness and on the defensive.

At this point he's more relaxed and tends to be more of a side or 3/4 sleeper. Not full on his stomach, but curled up around a pillow, blanket, bedmate. etc.

- Now here, here he might talk a little bit in his sleep. Just vague mutterings, nothing you'd really be able to make up, but still undeniable muttering all the same.