#esjegrimmthread

[wilddwcrds]

esje has never known desire until now. she has never known how intense and consuming it can be. the way loki wants her, the way he views her, holds her and fucks her. she can't ignore how adored he makes her feel. her breaths drawn in with heavy pants from the rhythmic meeting of their bodies. steady, like the heartbeat of a battle drum, a primal resonating that instills anticipation into her heart. esje sighs his name, savoring the lust as it rolls through her veins. selfish with how she doesn't want the moment to end. longing and passion collide with each thrust he drives into her, pleasure entwining within her and humming through her stifled moans. esje's hands scramble wherever they can reach against loki's arms and shoulders, her sighs blossoming into eager gasps.

because then he quickens the pace, and it awakens a lust that shakes through her. her body trembles and her back arches to him, a needy roll of her hips as they seek further friction. now she's taking every inch of his cock with each thrust, his thick size stretching her and sinking deeper into her. her mind hazes over as she can feel the familiar wave of pleasure that she couldn't previously contain. she's hyper aware of every sensation through her body, every tingle and lift of euphoria. he fucks her into the mattress and esje clings to him with a dire need to cry out, stifling the noises as much as she can. but then she hears loki's encouragement, the way his voice crackles in a low rasping whisper through his own groans of pleasure. the possessive way in which he handles her now ignites something dormant within her, and esje's body acts from its own instinct. she finds the rhythm he's set with his thrusts, moving her hips to heighten the friction and that's when her moans tangle into louder and longer sounds. torn straight from her lungs, carried purely by pleasure as he takes her closer to the edge.

the intense need for release coils in the pit of her stomach again, esje now knowing exactly what it means as her cunt soaks with anticipation. her entire body ready for the fall, pleasure lifting through her as moans of his name are followed with hurried whimpers. she's prepared to come undone at any moment. overwhelmed by the deliberate and constant thrusts of his cock, diving into slick desire, throbbing deep into her. her sensitivity heightens, and suddenly the eager need for release has her hips grinding to his, a wild bucking where she can feel his thick cock hitting deep within her cunt. but she's still selfish, she doesn't want the moment to end, lost in a shared ecstasy. she loves the way his skin feels against hers, the radiating warmth. she adores his mouth at her neck, his hand tangled through her hair. she loves the way he fucks her, the way he pushes every inch into her and the way her cunt stretches to take him. and then, a grind of her hips to meet his makes his thick cock hit against the devastating place inside her and she's thrown over the edge in a crash of pleasure. it's sudden and instant, esje desperately catching loki's mouth into long and passionate kisses so she can moan into them. the sounds becoming loud and helpless cries as her body shakes, hips still finding friction as she rides through the overwhelming euphoria. his cock is buried in her, desire coating every inch of him as it rushes from her cunt while the movement of her hips gradually slow. every muscle in her body twitches in pleasure, esje tearing away from the kisses to catch her frantic breaths. her ragged gasps filling the room as her body is caught in the collision of lust and passion.

He recognizes the treasure of the gift that she trusts him with. How delicate and profound it is for Esje to surrender herself and her body, all for him. But, Loki senses a surrender of himself. He can feel the beckon from her heart, and how his is more than willing to respond to it's call. It no longer feels like his at all, peeled and pried and carved from his chest, and now it beats away in hers instead. This isn't one of the meaningless moments he has spent with a woman before, and he isn't fueled by primal lust. He's driven by adoration, pulled into a moment that feels shrouded within love. An intense and divine sensation that slips into the realm of worship. Obsession.

Every kiss, every touch and every thrust are praises for her. Hungry and idolizing. For how she feels, how she takes him. The beautiful sounds of pleasure that fall from her lips intoxicate him, Loki lost in the passion that drives him. The trembles of her body, the contracting of her muscles, only cause her to squeeze around his thrusts. Her tight and soaked cunt pumps his cock with each movement, his whole body alight with a euphoric rush that twists his groans into a deeper and lower sound. The pace he sets is deliberate and slow, barely able to retract his cock enough to make her take every inch with each stroke. And it's killing him as he remains cautious of the moment, his cock is aching for harder thrusts. His hand eagerly searches against her body, groping her breasts and his thumb brushing over her nipple. The arm that keeps him hovering above her tenses with pleasure, and his grip finds a fistful of the sheets as he fights against the agonizing urge to fuck her, rougher, deeper and harder. But then, the whisper tears from Esje's lips in a stunning cadence. A plea so beautiful that a groan emits from Loki at how perfect it sounds from her.

It's kindle to an already burning fire, and Loki responds without hesitation. It's all he's needed to hear, finally able to let go of the torturous restraint. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, driving his cock deeper, a tilt of his hips to grind inside of her with each movement. He can hear how Esje still battles with her own restraint, the muffling of her whimpers and Loki demands with a low whisper for her to be as loud as she needs to be. Because, he needs to hear it. He's determined to hear her gasps shake with her body, to feel a release drench from her and coat him. He draws his hips back further, retracting thick inches from the restrictive clench of her cunt and groaning out at the way it works his cock. Now, the worshiping of her body is primal and he sinks into her, over and over again with long and deep strokes. The rhythm of his thrusts deliberate and hard, and now, so are the touches against her body. The hand at her chest gliding up and tangling into her hair with a controlling grip, tugging her head at an angle to expose her neck to his rougher kisses. He fucks her with a possessive pace, feeling the way his cock hits against the tight resistance as she takes every inch of him with every thrust.

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esje sucks in her lips, now holding her sore knuckles with her other hand as she bows her head in a small bout of embarrassed shame. "it was partly instinctual, i am so sorry." she admits in a worried mutter. but perhaps she can be the first wolf in grimm lineage to say she punched a white river alpha, and the thought has her fighting a grin. she nods then, composing herself to take the moment seriously. her eyes lock to roan's movements, as if trying to anticipate them before they happen and esje tenses with an alert reaction. as he moves, she does, both hands now taking his wrist to stop the dagger from meeting near her neck. but her true aim had been to disarm him entirely and she huffs while trying to yank the dagger from his firm grip. "i...almost have it. give me a moment! maybe if you...hold it looser."

Roan isn't too proud to admit he doesn't expect Esje to actually hit him. Not because he's alpha, though he suposes that's part of it, but because that's just...not what they are doing. Or, rather, not what Roan thought they were doing. A bark of sharp laughter escapes Roan as he rubs his jaw. "Do you think it is what I meant?" He replies with some amusement. "Listening is just as important as reacting," the alpha chides gently and shakes his head. "But, I suppose, so is taking whatever opening is provided." He concedes with a nod in her direction, gesturing at her. "Again. This time...do not punch me, Esje." Roan warns, twisting the blade in his hand again and moving with the type of practiced grace earned through decades of training and discipline.

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esje snorts, thumping her steps through the trees. "å vær så snill. slutt å late som du vil at jeg skal slåss i det hele tatt." she flails, childish and dramatic but she knows she makes a point. she even swivels as she walks, taking angry steps backwards so she can look at her brother. "you know i was in one of their..." her hands mime around. "de store ... festningene!" esje exclaims, willing her tears to remain away from her eyes, and to let them bury to her heart instead so she can face cas with his same coldness. "pirket og kuttet, laget for å endre seg igjen og igjen. jeg var der! fortell meg hvordan jeg ikke fortjener å kjempe!"

the irony isn't lost on her that despite her protests, esje still wanders through the thick of trees and towards the trucks. "i will not wake up in a better mood because i will wake up to your stupid face still stopping me from doing anything!" her voice bursts in emotion and it's the last echo that's heard from her while they move together. esje's arms cross over herself as she stomps, climbing into a tuck before she notices cas hovering with the blanket and food. a huff leaves her when he snatches them away again. a deep frown on her face before she sniffs. "i missed you too." she mutters, yanking the blanket and food. in her last dramatic display, esje whisks the cover over her as she throws herself across the back seat of the trucks, hiding her face in a quick wail. "but i really do not like you right now!"

END.

"Ikke vær krigersk." Cas demanded next, and it was always the way this went. As soon as Esje found reason or logic, he would combat it with authority. It wasn't uncommon for his final words to simply be because he said so. "Å kjempe for å beskytte seg selv er én ting, men å lære å kjempe som en Jansen gjør er en annen." he added, but the truth was he didn't like the thought of Esje fighting even in any scenario. The world that now existed was pushing his ideals to change, uncomfortably and too quickly for his liking. "Var det nok av dem til å beskytte deg uten at du måtte kjempe? Det må ha vært hvis det tok måneder å trene." and Cas, as childish as it was, made a quick face at his sister's exclamation of Adrie. "Jeg klemte deg." he grumbled, faltering his steps slightly before pressing on again. Choosing, purposely, to only respond to her question with an indignant gruff.

Cas had never considered that raising Esje with the strict hold was in part the reason why she longed desperately to be free from it. It was rare for him to see an error in his own ways, and it always caused this eruption. Even as Esje turned to him with the annoyance she always had, Cas returned it with his sullen sternness. "I am directing you to where they are, Esje. Be quiet." he pointed, urging her on again. "There is food and water in them, and you can rest. Wake up in a better mood." Cas fell into step behind her, if only so Esje couldn't double around him and run back towards the chaos. He also fell into silence, even by the time they wound through the thick forestry to the vehicles. Without a word, Cas rummaged through supplies for food and blankets, giving them to Esje with a stern look. And when she reached to take them, their sibling bond was made apparent by the way Cas held onto them and retreated them from her grab quickly. "I did miss you. I was worried."

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esje lets out a gentle snort, taking egil's words as an attempt to lift the melancholy that floats around her. she welcomes it, even as she tilts her head at him to playfully feign a subtle irritation. "vel, du kommer til å vente lenge." esje chuckles but when he pries into the moments frozen in time, the time her and adrie were captured, esje's expression flattens. a frown pulls over her lips quickly, unsure if she likes the implication that cas is to blame. but she blames him, doesn't she? she blames adrie, too. prevented to do a thing to stop any of it and powerless against the force that seized her. "han vil ikke ombestemme seg, egil. men det er en fin drøm." esje mutters, drawing in a deep breath that emits as a tired sigh.

her eyes wander from the other wolf, yet she remains attentive, and they trace their way back to him. esje nods gently, a subtle smile gracing her lips. "du har rett. men så blir jeg lei av midten. jeg vil være i stand til å kjempe som deg og dine brødre." she believes so, at least. the excitement of it feels far more exhilarating than mere capability. but then again, it was the desire for capability that set all of this in motion.

there's no reason to distrust egil's words. after all, he has always been a friend. esje nods when he mentions loki accepting if she needs to train with somebody else. and she can't fathom why it wouldn't be true, her mind not registering loki's usual intensity capable of jealousy. esje feels revitalized, as there's now an idea that could propel her closer to her goal. she eagerly nods when egil instructs her to wait, hopping toward him with an excited laugh. "ok, takk egil. jeg må gå, jeg har mye å tenke på. men takk, jeg skal snakke med ham senere." she says hurriedly and eagerly, grabbing him into a quick hug before she rushes away. "takk takk! du er en god venn, egil!" she calls to him as she disappears from the cabin.

END.

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Egil smirks, amused by the fact that he and his brothers only need to exist in order to irk at Adrie and Cas. But it makes him more appreciative of Esje's rebellious spirit. "Har du prøvd å fortelle ham at vi ikke er så ille?" he jokes, sure that she has plenty of times. Esje clashes with her brother consistently, even if Cas never listens. "Det ville vi aldri. Ikke uten det rette ordet." Egil promises, hand over his heart, a playful grin accompanying his oath. The mood shifts as Esje speaks of her lost parents and Egil nods slowly. "Men noe skjedde med deg." he says carefully, tilting his head. "Du og Adrie ble tatt, ikke sant? Så kanskje Cas må ombestemme seg. Bare litt." Egil shrugs, grinning as he watches Esje contemplate Loki, quickly hiding it before meeting her gaze. "Du er kanskje bare i hodet ditt. Loki og Cas er to ytterpunkter på hver side. Kanskje du trenger midten." he hopes his suggestion helps, because from his own perspective, Egil simply wants her spending less time with his brother. The rest doesn't truly matter to him.

But Esje has always had a loyal heart. First for her family and now for Loki, it seems. Egil listens intently, fighting another visible frown. He waves a hand casually to her as his head shakes subtly. "Nei, han ville aldri blitt fornærmet hvis du ble trent av noen andre. Han ville forstå, spesielt hvis han vil ha det beste for deg." he says, disguising Loki's true nature. He doesn't truly think any of his brothers are the sharing type, as he knows he isn't either. Everything seems to be going well, Egil confident that he has redirected Esje's attention from Loki. But it appears she is still intent on finding him, and Egil has to hide yet another frown. "Han er sammen med Vidar, du får ikke mye vett ut av noen av dem. Du bør vente." he advises, hands dropping to the edge of the table and ready to push himself from the seat to stop her from leaving.

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esje has never considered herself a worrier, until astrid's statement clarifies her own thoughts for her. she has been worrying, thinking about every step that is ahead of her rather than taking them. it brings a soft frown to her lips but ultimately she laughs. "i would be esje the worrier, wouldn't i? not warrior, worrier. well, that is just great." she snorts briefly. "it feels as if i have a lot to think about, astrid. all of the time. there is no moment where my thoughts are simply quiet. i think it is going to make me insane."

she gives another roll of her eyes, simply in an attempt to hide the bashful reaction astrid's questions bring. "the group saved me. he was not a lone hero, astrid." she mutters belligerently to put a stop to the fairytale sounding scenario. "and nor have we said...that word." she waves an arrow around dismissively. "you tell me focus is what matters and now wish to change the topic, stop it. i want to learn the bow." she adds with a jut of her chin into the air.

the smile is proud on her face for astrid's reaction to her first shot, esje trying to contain the excited laughter but it slipping out regardless. "okay, i can do it." she nods, self assured now as she readies the next arrow, implementing her friend's advice. she may not be sure how to truly be one with the bow, or what it means to be. but she imagines it feels as if it is simply an extension of herself, that her hands are just as much the weapon as the bow itself. she takes aim, drawing back the string and focusing her attention to the strange head-cushion. she holds the tension, waiting for it to hurt her fingers before she releases. but this time she watches the arrow dart through the air in a confused direction, missing the cushion entirely and snapping against the wall. esje huffs suddenly, dropping her bow to her side with a slump. "esje the wiggly arrow worrier has an okay ring to it, i suppose, if that is to be my fate."

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Astrid can see why her friend worries, as there have been eight years difference in their training. However, she still firmly believes that ambition and drive are far more important so Astrid shakes her head to dispel Esje's concerns. "It is less about time and more about dedication. I am sure of it. And just because you are behind does not mean you can not catch up, or even overtake." she tells her warmly. "But worrying takes away your focus, Esje. We are here now, in this very moment and I am promising to teach you the art of archery. Everything else before or even after does not matter."

Yet Astrid is a friend first and a tutor second, meaning she giggles loudly at Esje's quick fluster about Loki. "I demand to know everything. You already know I do." she laughs. "Did he save you? Like a hero? And did he pretend to be helping you but use it as an excuse to hold you?" she's giggling again. "All of the Jansen brothers are so strange when it comes to love but you and Loki...it makes sense." she nods in full approval, almost forgetting that she needs to be a still target when the arrow whizzes through the air. Much to Astrid's delight, it misses her and she hears the whack of it hitting against the cushion above her head. "Yes! Just like that, your stance was perfect. Do not change a thing." she encourages with excitement, resuming her hold on the cushion above her head once more. "Well, there is not a simple answer for that. It also depends on the bow and how it is strung. You need to feel the pressure when you draw it. This is what I mean when I say become one with it, you should be able to feel the tension through your entire arm and know that when you release it will be with power. Really tune to it with your senses."

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as loki speaks, esje studies him closely. uncertainty lurks in her gaze, unsure if his words sit between a delicate balance of sincerity and mockery. a skeptical narrowing of her eyes meets his soft tone, questioning the authenticity concealed within his words. as his thumb grazes her cheek, it leaves behind a feather-light sensation and reminds esje of their closeness. and with each teasing remark loki makes, she finds the frown she harbored melting away. it's replaced by an involuntary grin that betrays her attempt at defiance and she huffs in a feigned annoyance. "okay. fine. enough, loki." esje concedes, playfully swatting his arm with affection rather than rebuke. over the course of their shared year, esje has witnessed why loki is considered a confusion with his ability to blur the lines between sincerity and guile. but now she mirrors his grin, embracing the warmth of their interaction. "you really mean those words, don't you?" her voice is a mixture of intrigue and serenity as she studies him intently. touched that even behind loki's jests and teasing, he has no intentions of going elsewhere. "but you you are right," she continues, her tone laced with playful determination as she extends her hand, inviting him to take the lead and jutting up her chin to the skies. "i decree it. i am the seer now. and my vision dictates that we seek refuge in the castle, away from the burdens of thought." she declares with an air of regal authority, waving stubbornly for him to move along.

END.

Loki's smirk isn't fueled by Esje's words but by the essence of her being. The defiance in her tone, the unmistakable touch of belligerence in her mannerisms. He watches her with a mixture of amusement and affection, his hand lingering against her cheek as she speaks with a certainty. As she speaks so stubbornly of abandonment, Loki keeps his touch against her face in a silent reminder. "Yes, that was supposed to make you feel better but now I know that does not work so I will not say it again." he murmurs with a playfulness in his voice, but he tries to stifle the chuckle that threatens to escape. "I apologized for my words that night, Esje." Loki reminds her, his touch soft and tender against her cheekbone. "And now you think that Cas speaks for me. He does not haunt anybody's thoughts but yours." he offers her a small, knowing smile. "This is a very strange vision of abandonment. I have never held a woman I wish to abandon before." Loki teases, gesturing at how close they stand as his fingers trace delicate shapes along her cheekbone. His grin grows again, nodding his head in a playful but challenging gesture along the path they stand on. "Is this where I go now? You obviously are a Seer now, predicting my actions. Do I go this way?" then he takes an exaggerate look to the other side. "Or that way?"

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esje smiles, one that's hopeful but also proud as she nods to sigrid's encouragement. she wishes there was a switch she could flip, although if there was she'd punch it desperately, allowing her to manifest into a strong fighter. but she knows it will only come with hard work instead. she chuckles about the jansen wolves, but a fond sound as she's never thought of them in the way her brother does. "i like them. that they don't seem to care about what others think. they will just do what they want anyway." she laughs about thorin too. "he always sounds like he's losing a competition when i hear him talk to you." esje grins, nudging sigrid's arm softly before she nods. tucking her arm through sigrid's so they can venture for their cabins and find them. "yes, i suppose we should. they look so tiny and strange, but let's hope we were given the best ones."

END.

Sigrid nods in agreement, hoping they're both right. She looks on with some amusement as Esje shares about her journey and training. "I can tell. You will only continue to improve with practice." She encourages in their native tongue, glad that the younger wolf is taking strides to equipping herself with skills necessary to survival. "It is because they are chaotic," Sigrid laughs, still speaking Norse because I don't feel like translating, "and people fear chaos. It makes them feel less in control." But control is an illusion, and has always been. "And Thorin snores like he's trying to live up to his name," she adds with a snicker. "I have seen them. Briefly. Some were at the camp. Maybe more but still less than us," she says proudly, ushering Esje forward with a nod. "Shall we find our cabins?"

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"and i answered." esje quips with a self-satisfied grin curling over her lips. it's always a challenge to decipher loki's intentions, his words veiled in layers of mischief and cunning. but beneath his jests lies a reservoir of wisdom, a trait she's learned to appreciate, even if it's not always readily apparent. "so in a way, i will one day be thankful for how difficult all of this seems to be." she muses, her gaze drifting to the weapon cradled in her hands. with a decisive nod she looks back to loki. "okay, i will focus on this first and then the bow." the path forward may seem clear now, but esje knows all too well how swiftly the tides of her mind can change. perhaps tomorrow, something else will seem a better idea instead.

"you are one of the best and worst liars i have ever met, loki." esje remarks with a laugh, her amusement bubbling forth despite the hidden bitterness lingering in loki's tone. but she isn't deterred by it. especially when laughter happens far too easily between them, esje all but cackling. "i am hilarious. you would not like me so much otherwise. you would be bored." she states in full amusement, waving the blade again in a point toward him, but it's lowered as he approaches and draws the session to a close. esje feels the weight of exhaustion settling over her and sighs softly. "fine." she concedes with playful defiance and as loki takes the sword from her, she can feel a sense of relief. the day has been long and even if she would never admit it, she can feel the heavy pull of her eyes wishing to close. "of course i can walk!" she laughs out at him, but her lips then twist with a mischievous grin. "actually, no, you are right. i am too tired to walk." she swiftly changes course, moving behind loki so she can hoist herself onto his back. "there, at least now you are useful."

"That was not what I said. I asked you the question." Loki wears a soft grin as he watches Esje, his gaze lingering on her mischievous smile and his ears tuning to the note of it in her laughter. He notices how her humor mingles within the seriousness of her ambition. In many ways, he wishes he held the answers she seeks, but all he can do is chuckle gently at her words. "Nobody wakes up as a warrior." he begins, his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability reserved solely for her. To the outside world, he always remains a Jansen wolf, born into a lineage of brutes that suggests every battle comes easy. "We've endured years of training, Esje. But one day, and suddenly, all of the earlier lessons become clearer and make more sense. This part is the worst. None of it seems useful, none of it seems important. It all seems boring and slow. But, then you progress and the foundations laid become second nature." his grin widens, a fleeting smirk masking the depth of his words. "You should learn the sword and axe first, I agree. They are the staple of a warrior, especially when you are given your own."

Feigning offense at her accusation, Loki scoffs lightly. "I am happy for you." his reply is sincere, though the sharp glint in his eyes betrays a different sentiment. But Esje's laughter breaks through his bitterness, drawing him away from his intense brooding and bringing a quick laugh out from him. "Please, don not tempt fate by suggesting my brothers as your tutors next." he playfully warns, pressing a finger to his lips as if disallowing the Gods from even hearing her words. And as Esje laughs, Loki can't control his own laughter in response. "You are not funnier than I am, you are simply laughing at yourself." he mentions in full amusement to the moment, gesturing to her floppy laughter and deciding that tiredness has certainly swept over her. "We should go, this is not an important trick to learn now." Loki says fairly as he stows his blade, his steps lazy as he approaches her. With a gentle touch, he takes the sword from her hand, mindful of the danger her laughter poses. "Let me take this before you laugh so much you injure somebody. Which will be me." he's still laughing to her, a tender kiss dropped to her forehead before his hand sweeps against her jaw and rests gently at the back of her neck. "Can you even walk!?" Loki teases as he guides her so they can leave. "Or do you consider yourself too funny to walk now?"

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esje feels a growl of frustration rising in her throat. she's unable to explain herself because she can't put a single thing she feels into words. she feels everything. vengeance swirls in her veins, but reflection swarm her mind in equal measure. hauntings of watching the last breath of a dying man, and she still doesn't know why it struck her. or why it's made her hesitant now. because she is angry, but she isn't hateful. "jeg vet det er det samme! men, ikke nå loki!" esje snaps, moving from the man when loki nears. she doesn't realize how she echoes the words of her brother and sister. not now, not now. the words she hated to hear and wanted to ignore. now she says them to herself and she knows whatever this block is, she needs to undo it. she watches as loki handles the man, a furious expression on her face for the way he looks at her. "of course he deserves it! they all do, loki that is not what i am saying!" esje insists, a firm voice but then a wave of emotion that shakes it. "nei! jeg vil ikke det, jeg har allerede sagt til deg! jeg vil kjempe som deg!" she snaps again, but her eyes train with a precarious glance to the blade as it lifts to the man's throat.

she refuses to flinch when the cut is made, but her eyes blink slowly as a frown tugs her lips. she makes a point to watch, to be unmoved as the man bleeds out. she knows she can't match the blank stare that has now captured loki's gaze. but she watches, hands balled into fists at her side until there's only a faint twitch of life in the human's body. she watches loki drop the corpse and now her expression is furious, wiping splatters of blood that specked her face. "it is not regret." esje mutters with a scorned remark. "i do not know what it is. you are the one that told me what it could be and so i trusted you." failure sits uncomfortably on her shoulders now, and anger crushes her chest. so esje's voice resounds into the still night, targeted sharply at loki. "hvorfor kan du ikke være tålmodig med meg? dette er alt ... du har gjort dette i årevis. jeg har ikke! hvorfor får du meg til å føle meg dårlig når jeg prøver?"

He can feel the electricity that sparks from Esje and into his own veins. The shared excitement of the kill, a homage to their predator genes. He laughs to her declaration, but death is simply death to Loki. It doesn’t matter what it looks like, only that it comes. Death is a certainty whether fast or slow, easy or with challenge. It comes to the weak, sooner, merciless and relentless. But, it also comes for them all. A balance that must always be kept, by the edge of a sword or by nature’s course. And right now, he is driven by nothing but his natural instincts. He is alert, to the crisp scent in the frosty air, to the sounds of bullets from the men’s useless guns. To Esje's wild heartbeat and to the sound of men's final screams. He knows that Esje feels unstoppable. Alive and free, just as he does.

Or, so he thinks. Loki reads the hesitation in her eyes when the moment grinds to a halt and she hovers the dagger above the human's throat. The way she looks at him is different now, as if she sees a monster. But he's never felt like one. Loki has always screamed coarse and loud about what he is. Look at what I was made into, look at how you will never be me. Loki's ingrained teachings radiate through his gaze back to her. His head shakes, just solemn and the once at her refusal. "Det er ikke annerledes, Esje." comes his remark, but he approaches when the man begins his struggle.

Loki ushers Esje from him so he can grab the human into his grip, back to chest and facing the other wolf as his pleas fill the air. "Do you think he does not deserve it?" he asks, a genuine curiosity despite his own answer to the question already existing. "They think we are all the same. Are they not, too?" Loki tilts his head to catch the fearful glance in the man's eyes who still struggles and fights with a desperation to live. "Hvis du ikke kan se livet du tar som det går, Esje...da er du bare en fighter og ikke en kriger." he looks to her then, a harsh scowl on his face and eyes full of contempt. "If you want to be someone who fights simply to protect themselves, that is fine. But, I can not teach you that." that will never be his way.

All the while, Loki's eyes fix to Esje and attempt to read every thought behind her eyes. He fails to see any urge of action from her and with a disappointed tsk he reacts for her. His sword is taken, the edge dragged across the man's throat where the spray of blood hisses into the air. The human springs forward, still gripped harshly by Loki's hand as he positions himself to watch the final moments of life. An unmoved expression, save from the small twitch of his lips into a smirk. The minutes might drag for Esje, but Loki savors them until finally the spluttering stops from it's violent sounds into a lighter gargle and the jerking finally relents. The body is dropped then. "Kanskje det ikke var kraft du kjente her om dagen." he decides. "Maybe it was regret."

[wilddwcrds]

loki’s intensity is blazing, a fire that consumes everything in its path. he revels in the carnage he creates, intense with his anger and bloodthirsty heart. but he's intense with his joy, his laughter echoing like thunder. and esje always laughs with him. suddenly, the uncertainty that surrounds her has faded into nothing. gone, and dimmed like the soldier's eyes. when loki lifts her, esje's laughter bursts out. and as she soars up, the feeling elates with her. it is excitement, isn't it? it is power? a taste of vengeance for the things endured within a facility. "ja! jeg tror jeg føler meg bra!" esje laughs with nervous excitement in her chest. "jeg tror jeg vil gjøre det igjen. jeg vil at alle soldatene skal falle, jeg vil finne adrie." she's giggling then as she's lowered to her feet, stumbling from the rushed movements.

but loki is gone in a flash, esje watching him with surprise before a certain nod tilts her head. "of course." she follows willingly, pushing her hand into his once she's scurried to keep up. "være rask med hva? hva gjør vi? loki du må fortelle meg fordi det kan være en dårlig idé." esje's voice bounces with her hurried steps, uncertain where he leads her but still happy to follow. even if jansen trouble is more than likely afoot, and she can sense it.

Loki wishes to revel in the sound of Esje's laughter for as long as he can. He doesn't flinch to the raise of her hand at his arm as it only spurs more chuckles from him. Amusement lifts into his eyes, brightening them like a flash of lightening. "Å, og du er ikke det minste irriterende." he laughs to her but his tone is warm, endeared by her. There's many ways why they're drawn to one another, and he can see each one. Esje's curiosity ignites sparks with Loki's mind of riddles. A parallel to one another...but not quite, as these fates can meet. Her eagerness for excitement matches his impulsiveness. Her anticipation matches the thrill he finds from pushing everything over the edge it may dance near.

And he does wait for every word she says, head tilting while Esje talks through the emotions brought to her by the swing of a blade. But now it's his turn to live excitedly through a tale she tells him instead. His hand finds hers as it travels, placed atop gently. He cannot fathom how it can be anything but power that has found it's way into her veins. Or rather, her power of being a wolf has finally been uncaged. He chuckles, a sound of his cunning and mania slipping through. "Whatever you want." he whispers, full of wonder. "You can do whatever you want with it." that's the beauty of power, he thinks. But Loki doesn't hesitate next, he ducks and wraps arms around Esje's legs to lift her off the ground quickly as he laughs out in exclamation. "Føler du deg bra nå? Den følelsen. Det er ditt. Du har drept, du kan gjøre det igjen. Når du vil." Loki cackles, lowering her gently to her feet but tearing away from Esje and away from the castle grounds.

Perhaps he should have asked his mother why Loki was given as his name. Or, if it's plain to see for anyone with knowledge of the God's story. This Loki isn't a trickster or shapeshifter, but he is a storm of chaos and spark of creativity. He is a dutiful rebel, a hero and a villain. A paradox, that often lures and entices. And he moves ahead, turning with his hand extended for Esje to follow. "Do you trust me?" a simple question, that she's already answered. "Kom med meg." and he may be vague with his ideas, but he still speaks surely. As Loki knows exactly what needs to happen next. "Kom kom. Fort. Vi må være raske."

[wilddwcrds]

esje laughs at the sudden burst of excitement from loki, chuckling more at him instead of what he says. "you can not kill someone with words." she tsks with skepticism but after she says it, she can see exactly what he means. words can pierce. the two words her brother and sister always said to her. not now. they could have been as fatal as any sword. catching loki's question, esje's words escape her. sometimes, there's moments like this one that urge her. but, hesitation has always found a home in her. or rather, she has always been tethered to it.

but the urge to change the course they have been following doesn't go away. it becomes all the more prevalent when loki's words dip in praise. when he reminds her of the very things she tried to convince adrie and cas. all she can do is nod to him, and be thankful that the looming attack on the camp is a perfect excuse as any to not say anything else. "you helped me change mine." she admits, giving him a soft smile. taken by surprise at his next words, her sharp look is more confusion than sternness. she wishes for him to elaborate, but just as she does, loki moves right along. it's as if neither of them want to linger in what they both already know. "no, i am fine." she responds about roan, shaking her head. "i trust you."

END.

“Oh, but they can!” Loki responds, excited almost as his voice drips with mischief. “Words can be as strong as any shield.” But Loki knows the value of steel, the cold comfort of a blade in his hand. His stories are for his own amusement, when he sees how easily they can undo others. Some men fall to words, just as they fall to a sword. He chuckles at Esje, his smile wicked and constant. Oh he could tell her now, how he desires her more than approval from any of their Gods. The words are on his tongue, sharp and sweet but he lets his eyes speak for him, that knowing look they share. "Is that what you think, hm?" he knows it isn't.

More laughter follows at her graceful tilt of head, but Loki's playfulness melts away. It starts with a simple statement, a soft nod of his head. "You are already." a statement of fact. "No wolf is born weak, they just become it. And you refused to." which makes her a survivor and a fighter, just like the rest of them. And this isn't the only seriousness he responds with, despite the grin still on his face. "Your trouble is my trouble, Esje." it's a pledge and a promise, as he keeps an unwavering look to her eyes.

"Fools think they're Gods." he responds, and Loki chuckles as Esje's words twist in his thoughts for a confusing second. "Now who is weaving words." but he nods to show his agreement, never considering himself a man who should speak on behalf of his Gods. "Maybe. Maybe it is a fate for some to change it. And change others." he gestures to her. "You changed yours." it's a moment of seriousness that stays but Loki smiles, a slow blink of eyes as he disagrees with her next. "I think you teach me many things." that a gentleness has existed in him that he never knew was there. "Did you want to speak to Roan about what happens if we are separated?" he points with the blade in his hand before it's tucked back to it's sheath. "Or will you trust me that it will not happen? Since you believe fates are decided already."

[wilddwcrds]

rineike's words flutter through esje's mind, stirring a mix of reflection and curiosity within her. she wishes the world didn't twist her thoughts so easily, finding herself caught between the desire to learn and the longing for something she can't quite name. despite her inner turmoil, a flicker of amusement ignites when she notices rineike's smirk. "why is that so funny!? rineike, you are laughing at me!" her own laughter is tinged with a blush of her cheeks, though it fades when thoughts of her brother darken her mood. she can't envision a world where cas embraces change. "convincing adrie would be simpler. she could sway cas eventually. but…" adrie isn't here and the absence weighs heavily as rineike weaves the braid into esje's hair, a silent ache for the way things were supposed to be.

the journey of self-discovery is a maze, one that she wasn't prepared for and esje listens intently as rineike speaks. ever eager to learn, she ponders quietly. "i don't think so. i was envious when everybody else could fight and not me. but it wasn't envy that led me to this." her words resonate with a soft bitterness, memories of feeling overlooked and underestimated surfacing. she absorbs rineike's wisdom on fear, the weight of failure heavy on her heart. "i fear failure more than anything. that it would prove i should never dare for more."

finally, a smile can lift over esje's lips as the braid completes, a silent sense of celebration and accomplishment. "thank you." she grins proudly, hope rekindling in her chest. even when the question about loki prompts a moment of hesitation, esje's initial response shifting with contemplation. "no, i wanted this before loki. not because of him. he was among the first who ever listened." she tells rineike surely. "but i do want to fight like him, one day."

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Rineine is softly confused at the statement, her head turning to watch for Esje's reaction as the younger wolf ponders positive changes. "Du har klart å lære deg å kjempe. Det må være en god ting." and then her elbow gently nudges to Esje's. "Og du har kommet nærmere Loki." she turns her head away as she says this, concealing her teasing grin before it can break into a chuckle. It remains even as she considers Cas' stubbornness, shaking her head to the comment. "Jeg undervurderer ingenting. Jeg vet bare at han kaster bort energien sin. Det er bare så lenge han kan trampe med føttene."

As her fingers work through soft tresses of hair, Rineike's demeanor shifts into relaxation. Tuning to the tone in which Esje speaks with, her mind constantly deciphering what the girl feels as she works an intricate pattern into her hair. "Sjalusi er barnslig, men når du er ung vet du ikke noe annet." she explains, tilting her head as she pauses the design. "Tror du at du ville ha dette av sjalusi?" the question is direct about Esje's desire to fight, but delivered with a tender voice when Rineike turns to tucking strands of silver hair over her fingers and around. A small hum resonates as Esje continues and the confusion is palpable, Rineike witnessing it written all over the younger wolf's features and even her mannerisms. "Bare vi vet hvem vi er, Esje." she tells her truthfully, a statement of fact. "Og frykt er noe som forsvinner. Vi er alle redde til tider. Jeg tror du allerede har vist at du er fryktløs på måter. Det samme vil skje når du kjemper mer."

There's another question that Rineike is determined to ask, and the braid slowly winds to a finished design. She sweeps it around Esje's hair, holding it in place with her fingers lightly as she gestures with her free hand. "Nå trenger du bare en til for at denne skal bli med. Og så kan den jobbes inn i en større." she encourages, letting go of the braid gently so it hangs loosely again. "Tror du at du ønsket å lære å kjempe for å komme nærmere Loke? Og det fikk deg til å tro at du også måtte kjempe som ham?"

[wilddwcrds]

esje chuckles, glancing to revna with a quick widening of her eyes. "it sort of happened because cas was being difficult." which isn't news, she thinks. "i think roan must have got sick of his tantrums," which only cas has, of course. "and decided that enough was enough." she laughs again slightly. "but it is good...to be taught by the alpha. even if it is kind of...intimidating." esje admits, feeling as if one wrong footing and she might be exiled entirely. "what do you think so far of hollow cove? this town is a lot better than other ones i have heard."

+ ESJE / AROUND TOWN

"I hear you managed to convince Roan to train you," Revna says with a twitch of her lip as the young wolf shows her around the town. "How'd that come about?" She doesn't think swaying their alpha is an easy feat, but she's not surprised that Esje's managed to do so. The Grimms are known for their stubborn resolve after all. @wilddwcrds

[wilddwcrds]

the uncertainty of loki's upcoming journey lingers around esje, her body entwined beneath the soft furs and sheets and mirroring the way her thoughts twist and turn. in the quiet of the room, the warmth of his arm draping over her draws her closer, his kisses easing her tense shoulders. "of course i'm worried." she whispers softly, turning to face him as a hint of a frown creases her brow at his question. his playful grin melts her defenses, coaxing a chuckle and a roll of her eyes. "i am not jealous, that's stupid. i am nowhere near ready to go alone. i only wish more of us could go, so I could join you." esje confesses, her fingers tracing the contours of his face. "because I've realized, we've spent every day and every night together for a year. this will be the first time we won't." her touch lingers as another frown tugs at her lips. "i think i'll miss you." she admits, pulling slightly away from him to read his reaction within the darkness.

@wilddwcrds loki x esje - jan 26th

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Before even a whisper of light dares to grace the skies, Esje stirs restlessly beneath layers of furs. Enough to bring Loki from his own sleep, a slight huff escaping him as his eyes lift open. His arm winds around her frame with an instinctive desire to draw her closer and anchor her back against his chest, a silent plea for her to stop disturbing the tranquility in their shared warmth. He gives delicate kisses along the curve of her shoulder, shifting to bury one into her neck. "What is it?" he murmurs to not disturb the silence that blankets the schoolhouse. With a gentle turn he meets her gaze, studying her features momentarily in the darkness. "Are you worried because I am leaving?" he assumes and his hand weaves through the soft strands of her hair in an absentminded caress. And he's sure she can see the playful grin etch over his features. "Or..." he begins with a teasing whisper. "Perhaps it's not worry that keeps you awake." Loki feigns a contemplative hum as he drops another kiss to her skin. "You're jealous." he decides and chuckles warmly. "Because you wanted to go?"

[wilddwcrds]

there is beauty in the vulnerability that esje is ensnared within. she feels loki's eyes and touch everywhere, every glance and caress from him laden with anticipation. this is the giving of her body, a surrender that's offered only to him. a showcase of her trust, and it doesn't leave her feeling exposed but instead devoted. his tenderness with her has created a sanctuary of safety, and in this moment all she can think of is him. the way the heat of his body radiates as he situates between her thighs, the draw of his hand slipping between their bodies. anticipation and excitement entwine through her heart, propelling it to her throat and her breaths stagger with fervor. her arms envelop his shoulders, a hand cupping the back of his head to ensure their kisses don't dare break for even a second.

she needs him, already her breaths quickening desperately before they are cut into a sudden gasp. his cock sinks into her, and she can feel the way she stretches to take him. esje releases a loud moan, muffling the noise into his mouth as she kisses him. but now, any life beyond the room may as well not exist. her entire senses have been overwhelmed, all of them focused to the pleasure loki brings her. her body tenses, knees lifting higher around him. her hips buck slowly and of their own accord, timing with the unhurried thrust that drives him deeper into her cunt. she feels every inch, pushing into her, stretching her limits. sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body and dazing her. her shallow breaths synchronize with his movements, gasps escaping her lungs in harmony with loki's groans, the deep rumbling sound merging with her whimpers. her body anticipates his size, eager to take him and soaking her cunt to ease the way he thrusts into her. shivers dance down her spine as her hips buck again, and inch by inch he fills her. esje moans his name as nails carve into the taut muscle of his back, and pleasure swirls in her head. the drift of ecstasy lifting her again into a haze. the gratifying burn of being stretched gives her the need to cry out. and she nearly does, burying her face into his shoulder, instead releasing a desperate string of whimpers.

esje clings to him as the shattering of pleasure breaks through her when she takes all of him. he's filled her and she can feel the throb of his cock pulsing inside her. and she can barely stay still. a tremble of noises and a shiver of her body against him, her legs hooking around him. as esje is convinced she can't endure a moment more of such intense pleasure. but then his thrusts move again, drawing long and languid moans from her lungs. the grip of her cunt around him allows her to feel everything, and the sweet restrictive friction sends her thoughts spiraling. but then loki's voice vibrates against her neck and his words alone are met with another moan from her. the moment is loving now as their bodies move together, and her hand dips against his beck, her hips eager to find yet more friction. an encouragement for him to not be so gentle, as desperation has overridden everything. and esje doesn't even think as her kisses span close to his ear, a whispered gasp leaving her where she pleads for more.

The moment becomes tender, and Loki willingly follows. His palm glides against Esje, delicate and marveling. His touches whisper of his admiration, as does the way he kisses her. Their mouths colliding and their tongues weaving around one another, stealing each other's breaths with faint hums of contentment in their throats. A loving desire fuels him, and her hands traversing over his arms and shoulders leave behind a burning trail through his skin. When she anchors him between her legs by wrapping them around him, Loki's smile isn't cunning or wild. It's adoring against their kisses, because with the tender moment there is still a passionate lust. It simmers beneath the surface of all of their affection. Her first question is a sweet one, he thinks. Loki's black-ice heart thawing as he hears it. "Hvis det gjør det, vil jeg stoppe alt jeg gjør." he whispers his answer gently, a sincerity to his quiet tone as he shifts to hover above her, stealing stings of kisses as he does. And then he dips a hand between their bodies, taking grip around his cock and aligning to her soaked cunt. He has the same anticipation that he senses from Esje, although Loki's is different. His anticipates the tightness that will stretch around his inches, the flood of sensations that will spark through his body. His lustful gaze lowers to greedily witness the moment she takes him, the tip of his cock stroked back and forth at her entrance and drawing out a low grunt from his chest.

And then her other question follows and it pulls Loki back to the depths of her gaze. His initial response is another deepening kiss, the room filling with their quickened breaths. Urgency courses through him, and lust is now a resident in his veins. He can't wait a moment longer. His cock pushes into her drenched cunt, sinking with an aching slowness. Her slick desire eases him into her, but he immediately meets the same resistance his fingers did. The tight grip around him elicits a low groan from his chest, momentarily breaking their fervent kisses. "Du er." he whispers with a ragged breath as her cunt embraces around his throbbing shaft. It takes all of his restraint for Loki to resist temptation. Wanting and needing to stretch her, holding back the primal urge to thrust every inch of him deeper and deeper. She's already clenched around his first few inches, and Loki's breath sharpens as waves of pleasure cascade through him. His thrusts remain shallow, each movement accompanied by a low quiet groan.

His face buries to her neck, kissing there and catching soft skin between a graze of teeth briefly and gently. There's another slow and measured thrust, his cock gradually sinking into her inch by inch and stretching her to its full thickness. He hisses out quiet cusses, and then whispered praises melt from his lips and against her skin. Adoring words of how perfectly she takes him, how good she feels around him. A rhythmic roll of his hips pushes his cock deeper, and Loki lets out a longer groan into her neck, stars dancing behind his closed eyes. His cock is buried into her now, pushing against the final stretch of her cunt until it squeezes around the base of his shaft. Pleasure igniting through him as their bodies connect, and finally his cock has filled her completely. His thrusts remain slow when they start, the slight withdrawing of his cock causes a divine friction that has Loki's deep breath shuddering. And more praises follow, more answers to her question. She isn't just his, she was made to be and she always has been.

[wilddwcrds]

her body still shudders from the shock-waves of pleasure. it's spanning through her muscles even moments after the release and esje's breath stays hitched in her throat. slowly, the dreamy lift drifts her to the present and her eyes find loki's. now she knows what the look they share has always been. his eyes still possess the power to pause her with anticipation, watching as he climbs towards her. but she doesn't need to be coy or hesitant any longer. her gaze soaks him in, chuckling at the flashes of mischief he shows with his smirk and words. she appreciates his form of strong muscles and broad shoulders, hands gliding over them once he's close enough and she's eager to kiss him. but she sighs gently as his face buries to her neck again. his praises linger in her ears, the way he called her his. the way she likes how it sounds and how it feels. and then he utters two other words before he kisses her, and she's sure he can see the way she takes in a sudden breath in response to them. until their mouths connect, and she tastes the aftermath of passion against his tongue. she moans into his mouth faintly, her hands traversing over his arms to his shoulders, rising to his face as she kisses him hungrily. the words still buzzing in the back of her mind. his.

they peel back from the affection but the electricity of it still surrounds them. esje certain that they're blanketed in adoration for one another. she can see it behind loki's eyes, and she knows she searches his hues with the same expression. his question draws anticipation through her mind again, along with the weight and warmth of his cock pressing to her thigh. her skin still sensitive to every touch and sensation against it. esje nods slowly to his question, hovering closer to steal another kiss. her arms ravel around his shoulders as their mouths part, tongues dragging over one another in a deepening desperation.

esje's knees languidly rise against loki's sides, legs winding around his frame. and her mind flares with a thousand thoughts. how there's a vulnerability that spikes through her body as her legs are spread for him, granting him access to her. wanting him to take it, to take her. "vil det gjøre vondt?" esje whispers in a breath when she pulls from the kiss, nervousness but excitement rolling through her veins and sending a shiver down her spine. she clings to him. as if her heart has leapt right out of her chest and into his, tethering her closer on instinct. there's another burning question, one that she's nervous to ask but it's spreading through her mind just as intensely as the anticipation that loki brings. "vil du at jeg skal være din? du har sagt det mye. i går kveld også."

He senses Esje's impending surrender to bliss before she herself realizes it. He can tell from the shifts of her body, from the building tension through it and the rhythmic contractions around his fingers. Loki is consumed by the anticipation, driven to witness her unravel. His tongue stays working against her clit, each stroke a deliberate step toward the precipice. He guides her right to the edge, ready and waiting for when she tumbles over it. Her cunt is dripping, her body ready and waiting for it's own release and Loki hums against her with a deep noise of appreciation. For her, for how she tastes, for how she's going to be just moments from now. She's so close, and his palm presses against her stomach so his curling fingers find the exact place that brings her undone.

And when she does, it sparks a blaze of desire in Loki. His fingers withdraw from her cunt just as he witnesses her body right at her tipping point, pleasure cascading from her in a torrent. His lips abandon her clit, eager to savor the taste that rushes from her cunt. Hushed praises escape him as his tongue laps her up, a string of admiration. How good she tastes, how good she looks. His perfect girl. Loki fixates his gaze on her, captivated by the sight of her as she rides the crashing waves of her pleasure. He revels in the delightful chaos she's woven across his fingers, his mouth, and the bed. A warm chuckle escapes him, a quiet but genuine amusement as he wipes the glistening remains of passion from his mouth with his hand. He slowly ascends towards her, carefully climbing over and shifting her legs apart again and a hand traces tenderly over her quivering frame, careful to not overwhelm her sensitive nerves. Despite the stern glance she shoots him, his grin widens, placing gentle kisses on her shoulder.

"Jeg gjorde ingenting." Loki murmurs through a smirk, followed by a chuckle as he witnesses her bewilderment from the overwhelming sensations. "Du skulle tro det." he offers in a soft voice, his hand delicately cradling her jaw to anchor her for the kisses that venture up her throat. "Smak på deg selv, min kjære." he whispers, his mouth covering hers softly to share her divine excitement still lingering on his tongue. He pulls away, hovering and sharing the same breath as his eyes search between hers, waiting for the moment he can see clarity return to her thoughts. Grinning, with a somewhat smug smile. "Vil du ha mer?" he asks, voice still soft and tender despite the way his cock throbs for her. Aching against the inside of her soaked thigh, and his eyes ablaze with his own need.