#hraunwyf

[normal-noodle-guy]

@hraunwyf || From here

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"Ah, I'm sorry." Len got off the lady, quickly getting up and offering his hand. "I get tossed around a lot."

"I really didn't mean to squish you like that, miss."

[igavehimlxfe]

X @hraunwyf

It was hard not to be distracted today. Nothing Loki had done in particular had been erotic. She'd been helpful, professional... but blame the dream, blame Edgar for telling him to 'take her for a test drive', his thoughts were not with work today.

The finger touch was the closest to intimate they'd been today, and it somehow felt like lightning in his bones. Was it the time to make the move? Or was Loki being just... friendly?

In the end, the risk didn't seem worth it, and he backed off. Thanked her for her help. Considered how he should 'make a move' later.

Perhaps fortunate that Loki ran out of patience then. Herbert made a quiet 'hmmph!?' as Loki dragged him down into a kiss, and another, and a few more, each one stealing his breath away. Her lips were soft, leaving those lipstick marks on his own mouth and on his jaw.

He knew his face was flushed when Loki finally ceased her kiss barrage... at least that might partially mask the lipstick stains. He cleared his throat a few times, nudging his glasses back into place as his mind tried to catch up to what just happened.

“you’re awfully dense for someone so clever.”

That snapped him back to attention. He scowled, but he tilted up her chin with one hand and rested the other on her hip, keeping her close. "I am not dense. I was just focused... on... my work..." His gaze dropped to her lips and the idea of them on his again was putting any thoughts about 'other things' out of his mind.

"... and I'm now focused on something else."

Herbert pushed Loki back towards the counter, now grateful she'd spent so much time cleaning- was the minx planning this all along?, pressing her up against it. Beautiful, terrible woman, both helping and distracting him.

Take her for a test drive.

He did pause for just a moment, his heart hammering in his ears, nerves pulled to their limits. But he worked past those nerves and pulled her into the kiss this time, perhaps a bit too roughly, a bit too much force, but she wanted his attention like this... apparently. He'd question her taste in men later.

[godblooded]

everyone’s reminder that @hraunwyf ‘s loki once crowned stark ‘engineer supreme’ and he doesn’t understand what she means but is said cosmic force all on his own.

[sebastianshaw]

Shaw had come to Asgard to court the goddess Loki. How did he get there? He was granted passage by Odin. He was also granted Loki’s hand already by Odin, so he didn't see why any courting was necessary, let alone such ELABORATE courting. Why could the marriage contract not be made and be done with it? So he and Odin could both get what they wanted from this binding? But Odin knew magic better than Shaw did---hardly an accomplishment, Shaw knew nothing of the sort, despite being the descendent of a Sorcerer Supreme---and had told him that rituals demanded this, that in their culture a marriage required a courtship, or else the old magics would not recognize the union once it happened. And all Shaw’s Midgardian money and power couldn’t rush it. Which bothered him, since Selene could strike any time. That was why he was doing this at all. He had never even met Loki before all this, let alone sought to marry her--- he would rather not marry ANYONE. There was but one woman he had ever wanted to wed, would ever want to wed, and she was long dead. Even with all his affection and commitment to his spitfire Madelyne when they had been lovers, marriage had never been on the table. But this was not a matter of love. It wasn’t even a matter of business. it was a matter of survival. For Selene, sorceress and mutant and Black Queen, had finally decided to stop toying with him. He’d yet again barely escaped with his life but emphasis on BARELY. Shaw had contacted earthly sorcerers, and they’d put up some wards for him, but he had been warned that these were fading fast. Selene was serious, and had likely made a bargain with something greater than herself. So he did the same, and reached out to forces beyond Earth as well.  And who but Odin had a bargain for him? For Odin too had a need---a need to wed one of his children to a monarch on Midgard, to a king. It was apparently a requirement for some sort of prophecy that would bring him some sort of power or object he desired. But all ACTUAL kings on Earth had refused, not wanting to give Asgard any claim on their kingdoms through a half-Asgardian heir, nor did they want a goddess of lies and trickery on their throne. But as was often the case with magic, there was a loophole, a technicality---the spirit of this prophecy need not be followed, just the words. And the words had said: king. Shaw’s title was Black King of the Hellfire Club. So they agreed. He would wed Loki, and Odin would get what he wanted. And by wedding Loki, Shaw would get what he wanted---magical protection from Selene on a scale she couldn’t hope to overcome. She called herself a goddess, but Loki was the real thing, and part of this contract would channel her powers to Shaw’s protection. Whether SHE wanted to or not. Notice that LOKI wasn’t asked in all this. Was that regressive and unfair? Shaw would say so, actually. He just also didn’t care, not when HIS life was on the line.  But whether he gave a damn or not, whether Loki could actually refuse or not, tradition had to be followed to make this work. So here he was to court, carrying a gift “I have brought you a star, my lady,” he said, “One that shines perhaps not as brightly as you, but perhaps a worthy satellite to your own brilliance.” He lifted up the velvet bag, and extracted from it. . . “This 94.8 carat diamond is called The Star of the East. One of the most famed jewels in Midgardian history. Its exact origins are shrouded in mystery, but  first surfaced in the collection of the Sultan Abdul Hamid. It was later acquired by the great French jeweler Pierre C. Cartier, then bought by actress  Evelyn Walsh McLean. It remained in her hands til her death, and then made its way to King Farouk of Egypt, then back to a New York museum. . .and disappeared entirely. I decided that finding a lost star would be a worthy quest to carry out for the wedding of a goddess. And I present the star itself to you now as proof I tracked it down---and as token of my sincerity in asking for your hand.” Sincerity in that he wanted not to die horribly at the hands of Selene, but sincerity nonetheless. @hraunwyf

[draggeddowntothedark]

@hraunwyf X

"In the park over there, I was wading through the creek to get a better look at the water striders and there was just- all the pretty rocks!" Em beamed at the stranger in front of them, completely ignorant of how their jeans were still soaked up to the knees and spattered with mud. "You can keep this one, if you like it. I think I'm gonna go back and hunt for more, you could come with if you like!"

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

❤️❤️❤️❤️

[bornbreathless-archive]

@hraunwyf from x

"you know what, it sure fuckin' is." bag of holding-ass purse—it what she gets for not wanting to actually pay attention to what's in there and charming it real quick just to have access to whatever. should've put limits on what whatever is, because the little spatula in her hands is very much not the anastasia mascara she was looking for. "i hate this."

If she's honest, she's watching in abject fascination. Technically the bag is big enough to hold the spatula, it's not like it's full-sized, but it just seems improbable that it would be in there. Who needs a spatula so regularly in their day-to-day lives that they need to carry one around in their purse?

Char realises that she's probably staring a little bit and switches to something more like a grin, unable to help herself asking "So what are you cooking up?"

[divinamour]

    “Her Majesty. Kikibelle. Elohim. Alldottir. the First. Esquire! AHHHHH!!” 

Complete with a FULL SHRIEK at the top of her lungs as she ran, arms out, for the biggest hug the nine realms (and also the secret 10th realm that, seriously, they were NOT supposed to talk about!) had ever seen!

    “I haven’t seen you in FOREVER! I heard from my worstie Daken-” She’d read his mind. No big deal. “That you were planning a reunion of the baddies! A Cabal thing... or- or like a Dark Avengers thing? I didn’t get my invite, though! Did you forget where I live?”

@hraunwyf​ || STARTERcall

[fferal-archive]

@hraunwyf sent a meme: we can help each other ,  right ?

"You know," he drawls, looking at his own manicured nails, "I desperately wish that this was about plotting Norman's downfall rather than us finally biting the bullet and hooking up."

Being acknowledged as her equal would be way better than being used as a fuckbuddy. But really -- who is he kidding? It takes work to become an intellectual superior to a god of clever misdirection.

Then, he looks at her. Then pouts, eyebrows furrowed in faux-deep thought, as if it's some sort of big dilemma.

"Hey, Loki? Beg me."

[avalior]

lyric starter / accepting

“In the darkness, there is so much that I want to do.”

@hraunwyf​ | i was made for lovin’ you

[igavehimlxfe]

[ waterfall ].

[ waterfall ] — your muse comes down my muse’s throat

"Loki..."

Herbert shuddered, his grip on the goddess' hair tightening as her head bobbed back and forth. They really shouldn't be doing this in the lab (again). But the pair had been so excited about the reaction of Herbert's Re-Agent coupled with some of her excised flesh... things just happened.

Things happened a lot around Loki, Herbert was starting to find out.

"Mmm.." Herbert groaned, uncontrollably bucking forward into the tight seal of Loki's lips. The woman on his knees in front of him had a wicked glint in her eye as she sucked his cock, tongue lapping at his shaft and rolling over the tip with incredible skill. He couldn't take this.

She seemed to enjoy how fast she could make him come undone, have him whispering her name like the only prayer he'd ever willingly spoken. Sometimes it found that embarrassing. Right now, he did not.

"Hold still."

Herbert actually pushed her back, nearly knocking the back of her head into his exam table, pressed up against the leg of it. Here he brutally snapped his hips forward, and oh so perfectly she swallowed around his cock, goddammit he was going to come-

The only warning she got was a catch of his breath before he finished, releasing down her throat. He kept her still until every bit of his semen had been swallowed down. Then he finally pulled back, knees about knocking into each other as he looked down at the flushed and grinning goddess in front of him, her thighs clenched together.

"... Let me return the favor."

It at least gave him a reason to lower himself to the ground so he wasn't standing on his shaking legs any longer.

[shieldretired]

@hraunwyf​ ;; incorrect quotes starters (still accepting) Loki said: “Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. if you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.”

                        STEVE IS PRETTY SURE THOSE WORDS AREN'T MEANT FOR HIM, but since he's the only one sitting in the treatment room right now, he guesses he should say something, just to be polite and acknowledge the tremendous work medical personnel is doing. (His mother had been a nurse, so Steve knows a thing or two about the work conditions that didn't seem to have changed during the last 70, 80 years.) "Working a double shift?" he asks, watching the woman put on some latex gloves. "I'm really sorry I, uh, am adding to your workload." Honestly, with the serum, he might have just slapped a bandage over it and called it a day, but now that he is back to being a regular squishy human, he has to admit this laceration might need a couple of stitches to heal. And maybe some an

[sebastianshaw]

i ship shaw with a solid foot of sharp-edged uru blade. bitch

"Not what I meant when I said I liked being penetrated by women.

"Though I suppose you did, as they say, rearrange my guts." @hraunwyf

[the-smallest-star]

a small gift box appears in front of hannah, wrapped neatly in a golden ribbon and with a note attached: "dear hannah, you don't know me, but my name's loki, and i'm your uncle edgar's girlfriend. i heard you got hurt today, and i happen to have a little magic that can help. i put it in your present—it's a little piece of caramel!—and eating it should make you feel a lot better.

"wishing you all the best, auntie loki."

Hannah didn't know Edgar had a girlfriend, that was nice! It was nice to have a family unit... so she popped the caramel into her mouth, she was meant to rest her arm anyway.

[thefastestaround]

name: loki laufeyson. age: i think i'm.... fifty-one thousand, two hundred and seventy-two. do you like to cuddle?: yes. can we make out?: yes. a night in or dinner out?: dinner out would be nice. ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: ice cream, i think? what makes you a good valentine?: —skip, next question. would you cook for me?: absolutely. would you let me cook for you?: do you want to?

@hraunwyf wants to apply for Valentine's day!

"I think I'm going to have to deny this because it is incomplete. Now If you want to fill it out fully, I will for sure think about accepting it." They both should know that he would accept it right away. But a little twist and tease in there would be very on-brand for him.

[godblooded]

@hraunwyf (x)

you stare at her. for. like. a minute. you literally can’t believe that worked. you don’t know how to deal with the fact that that worked. why did that work from, like, the other room? better than raising your own volume? why are you so stupid?

“ yeah. uh. i know you’re shorter than me but you have cool magic and i can’t reach the flour. i don’t even know how it got back there. did i put it there? i’ve been sober for like. a month and a half. holy shit. is that flour like a year old? oh fuck. ”