#jotunn loki x don

[spacemonolithart]

Jotunn Loki and Don on vacation~~~~

[wolfpup026]

WIP Folder Tag Game

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents (or as many people as you want). Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Thanks @blackbirdofasgard and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for the tags!

I've got 3 WIPS that I'm actively working on:

-Loki X Jujutsu Kaisen opening crossover (this is like 70% done, it's the most time consuming project I've worked on so far)

-getting a drink

-don on couch

Here's a preview of that last one!

And here's some of the list of ideas that I haven't started or put on hold:

-mobius and giant jotunn loki (like really giant, bigger than in What If)

-xmas cartoon

-'the amazing loki' vintage magician poster

-coffee shop

-watch ad

-bounty hunter/outlaw AU

-yuri on ice AU

Tagging: @snowflakesnsundry, and I think pretty much everyone else I know has already been tagged!

[tarithenurse]

The Bathhouse - 3

Fandom: MCU AU Pairing/starring: Jotunn!Loki x Fem!Jotunn!reader Content: Hints of longing/pining, some fluff due to reunion but mostly a lot of smut. Less tender than the previous chapter? A/N: The final instalment of The Bathhouse...I hope this will be kindly received like the first part especially. Betaed by the lovely TanteFrutsel-CreativeNurse!

Reunion

You arrive at Utgarde at noon after five months on the road and you only begrudgingly take time to stop at the bathhouse before heading to the palace, leaving your friends behind to get rooms for themselves at the inn.

“His highness isn’t present at the moment, but I know he wouldn’t mind,” Loki’s personal servant, Coranzen, divulges, “please, make yourself at home, miss. Perhaps you would like a drink on the balcony until he returns?”

You smile, giddy with anticipation. “Yes, thank you, that would be lovely.”

...

You don’t have to wait long before you can hear Loki’s voice from within the quarters, followed by the rush of footsteps and suddenly he’s standing in the door, chest heaving as though he’s been running and his ruby gaze fixed upon you.

“[Y/N],” he gasps with a wide smile.

You stand and walk towards him, holding out your arms for him and he almost falls into the embrace. Mouths meet without coordination at first, teeth clacking at the first impact before you both force yourselves to slow down and the kiss deepens.

Inhaling deeply, Loki suddenly pulls away. “You smell different.”

“I did bathe before I came here,” you try to joke but worry starts to pool in you as you know what he means.

“No, I mean...” he studies you closely, realization dawning on him, “your heat...it’s finished.”

You bite your lip as the worry intensifies, flaring in your gut along with a whirlwind of thoughts in your mind. Maybe he won’t find me attractive any longer? You start to look away to prevent him from noticing but he hooks a finger under your chin to turn your face back and your concerns are squashed as Loki kisses you again before lifting you. Carrying you to the bedroom, he marches straight to the bed and sits you on the edge.

“This is perhaps not courteous of me...but please...” he begs and you nod with a relieved smile.

All this time, your body has been aching for him and now, finally, you can give in to the carnal longing you’ve dammed up.

At least undressing is easy as you’ve forgone re-donning the armour after the bath and soon you are both naked, clothes strewn about haphazardly on the floor as you both move frantically. Hands gliding across blue skin. Lips finding the tender spots to suckle and kiss.

“Let me show you what I’ve dreamt of doing since last I saw you,” Loki pleads, laying you down with your head on a fluffy pillow.

Giving in willingly, you allow him access to your throbbing wet core and he purrs the moment his tongue starts to work on it. Like a man starved, Loki licks and sucks and even bites, bringing you too quickly to the long needed climax. Spasming, you can’t help but squeeze his head between your thighs but he just hums as if pleased and the vibrations extend the bliss until you finally can’t take it any more and beg for a respite.

Wiping his mouth with his hand, the god looks down at his gasping lover with a pleased smile. “Oh, I’ve missed those sounds...missed hearing you call my name when you topple over the edge.” You reach for him, hoisting yourself up on an elbow so the fingertips can brush against his erection but he gently pushes your hand away. “No...you just lie back and let me, my love.”

The pet name makes your heart sing, rendering any arguments invalid if you had had the wherewithal to formulate coherent sentences. Instead, you watch with growing apprehension as Loki slots his hips between your thighs and runs the head of his cock between your weeping folds, sending new waves of excitement through your core. You know what he is about to do and trust him to be gentle...but it seems impossible that he should fit within you.

As if reading your thoughts, Loki pauses and kisses you gently. “I’ll be slow but stop me if you don’t want it.”

“I do want it,” you assure him, “it’s just...so big.” Studying the aligned member with its pattern of ridges mirroring those on his body, you ache for the fullness it will provide, though.

Slowly, gently, Loki begins to push in, drawing gasps of wonder and delight from you while you throw your head back at the foreign sensation. It’s almost overwhelming and he just keep pushing deeper. He’s got a thumb resting on your bundle of nerves, drawing lazy circles and making you long for more than the slow filling so you tip your pelvis and wrap your legs around him, urging him deeper until he’s bottomed out, breathing raggedly as he suspends himself over your form.

“Fuck,” he whimpers.

For a moment none of you move but rather just relish in the sensation of finally being joined.

Then he rolls his hips, drawing a guttural moan from you. Your hands fly to grab his shoulder, his arms, anything you can hold on to.

“Want me to stop?” Loki’s voice is strained as he holds back.

“Don’t you dare stop.”

And so he picks up the movement again. Slow rolls that withdraw his cock almost completely before he fills you up once more in a steady rhythm that have you both keening and gasping despite the controlled pace.

You’re almost at the edge again and your body wants more, wants to feel a wild abandon. “More,” you mewl, “harder...please...”

“I won’t last long,” he warns you but obliges nonetheless.

The careful roll speeds up and he drives into you, deep and perfect each time he snaps the hips. Your back arches. Your muscles tighten. Everything comes together in perfect harmony as you clench around him, making him stutter and growl as he too topples over the precipice of delight.

You make love many times throughout the evening and night until you fall asleep exhausted and intertwined.

...

You wake to his kisses. Warm. Dragged out to last entire heartbeats before moving on to a new patch of skin. On the shoulder, the neck, the back. Stretching in his arms, you become foggily aware of a pressure against the butt and smile because you have learned what it can do, leaving behind a sweet soreness deep in your core. Memories rise, welcome to your mind and you roll the hips to grind against the erection. It makes him moan, a breath of cool air that fans your cheekbone and ear.

“Good morning.”

You try to turn in his arms, but a hand on your hip prevents your from doing anything else than twist the upper body until Loki is in view.

“Good morning, love,” he smiles before kissing the tip of your nose.

Then your cheek.

Then your mouth, slow and deep until you forget the day beyond the room and his hand snakes between your thighs to play with your core, strumming your clit to create what he believes is the sweetest music: your moans and whispered calls for more. For him.

Lifting your leg, Loki angles himself until his cock is lined up and he can push through the already soaked folds effortlessly.

“I’ll never tire of this,” he groans into your ear before starting to rock, deep and grinding against the perfect spot.

“Me neither,” you agree, “it feels ah it feels so...so good.”

Already you’re starting to whimper, torn between the fullness thrusting into you and the insistent rubbing of his fingers against the bundle of nerves. It feels amazing but you want more and you say as much. Beg. With your eyes closed you can’t see how his eyes smoulder with desire at your words.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he suggests.

Curious, you do as asked, bracing yourself for anything with the arms against the soft mattress as Loki kneels behind and aligns himself once more with your needing entrance.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

You nod, silently doubting it’ll be necessary because he’s been a gentle and generous lover so far. But then he rams in and pushes the air from your lungs with one powerful stroke.

“Fuck!” you cry out, automatically pushing back against him because it feels so good.

But he stops, buried balls deep, to ask with worry in his voice: “Too hard?”

“No! It’s perfect!” you force out, “More!”

He grits out an approval before picking up the pace once more.

Feral. Quick and deep. The force pushes you towards the headboard until you brace against it, fingers clawed from the intensity of what you feel: a deep, devouring sensation that pulses from you core through the limbs and blinding you, making the world disappear in a white haze.

“Breathe...”

You hear it as from afar and do your best to live up to your lover’s demand. Gasping for air, the lightheaded feeling softens which only causes to heighten every other sensation. Your core is throbbing and clenching as if to catch the thrusting, ridged member. Strong fingers are digging into your hips, holding you steady or each time Loki bottoms out, you’d topple headfirst into the pillows.

But you want more. You need more.

Repositioning precariously to support on just one arm, you reach down with the free hand to rub circles on your clit, earning praises from the male when he realizes what you’re doing.

“Yes, just like that...chase it...fuck...”

He’s out of breath but the strain in his voice is from being so close to cumming and you want to tumble over the edge with him. Rubbing furiously, you feel the control over your limbs slipping and know what it means.

“Almost...so close!” you gasp.

Spurred on by the words, Loki somehow manages to slightly change the angle, his cock now drilling against a sweet spot as he frantically pounds into you.

There’s a big chance that you screamed out the moment your world explodes in ecstasy – frankly, you’re not sure – yet you’re still aware of how Loki’s hips stutter before he rams into you one last time, deeper than before.

Holding you tightly, it takes a moment before he collapses onto your back and you fall together in a tangled mess onto the bed. Out of breath. Smiling broadly. Blue bodies slick with sweat.

[lokikingofasgardslover713]

Sea Maiden {Oneshot}

Masterlist

JOTUNN Loki Laufeyson x Plus Size Mermaid Reader

Prompt: Backstreet Boys – as long as you love me

This is my entry for @fadingcoast and @fandom-and-feminism    MCU vs BSB Writing Challenge!

Warnings: SMUT! Some fluffy Loki.

Summary: Reader is a MERMAID! Yay for mermaids! The reader and Loki have an established relationship. The team were sent by Fury to recruit her and they haven’t a clue as to what she is just that she is strong, fast, and unrelenting in a fight. Her secrete is revealed by Thor and Sam who decide it would be fun to throw her into the water at there day off at the beach. Loki is present and before he realizes what is happened, it is to late and the reader is upset her talent was revealed along with the traditional Tattoo of the Maori people.

A/N: I hope this makes since. I post links to what I am speaking of such as the Maori people and Tattoo. I didn’t use the song for say in my fic but I took the general meaning of it for the inspiration. I hope I did this justice!

“Love look at me,” came the quiet plea of the god in the driver’s seat. The passenger covered in a large beach towel gazing straight ahead. Hair soaked, body shivering with anger as she looked through wet lashes, eyes red but not shedding a tear as she continued to tune him out before finally speaking.

“This was stupid. I should have… Things were OK… Then… let’s just go back to the compound,” was all she uttered, keeping gaze fixed on the sky outside the windshield. Sun kissed hand holding tight to the towel. Not realizing it had blown up to expose heavily tattooed thigh, glimmering with bioluminescence, one gifted from the Māori people of New Zealand. The skin of said thigh shimmering with grey iridescent, reminiscent of the shark skin she had shown earlier.

Loki hated Midgardian transport. It was so outdated and agitated him, but he had a feeling the silent ride was what the woman; no, she was what was referred to as a mermaid, needed. One with a sparkling gray iridescent tail resembling a shark, but it was even more entrancing since it was covered in the traditional Tattoo of the Maori. He never realized it was hid with a simple spell, one that glowed with blue bioluminescent making her all the more attractive.

The tangles of patterns that flowed from the tips of the fingers on her left hand, covering her entire arm, flowing along voluptuous curves. It coiled down her body, over plump hip and around her entire left leg. It only ended at the tip of her toes on the same foot, the winding path of the blue glow enthralling.

Though the way it was revealed was wrong. Thor along with Sam had grabbed her from the blanket she sat on and tossed her into the ocean while kicking himself for not acting fast enough to stop them. The god having been coaxed out to the beach to sit in the back of her jeep to watch the idiots throw her, a tail appearing moments before she hit the water. The black tipped shark like tail thrashing too get just beyond the surf. Her baleful shimmering blue eyes telling them all it was a thing she wanted to keep hidden.

Everyone knew Y/N had abilities, she was stronger, more agile than the others, even the captain but no one knew what she was. The woman stormed out of the water, minus the bottom half of her bathing suit, the top held tightly at her back in a black taloned hand, the sharp spiked dorsal fin had split it. Legs sporting the decorative blue iridescent Maori Tattoo that ran leg, plump side as well as her shoulder to her finger tips but only on the left.

It was delicate and obvious it covered an old wound as she stomped to the blanket to grab the towel  to wrap it around her in place of the shredded suit. The spiked fin folding over her spine as the shark skin shimmered in the sunlight with millions of colors, not looking at Loki as she got into the passenger side of the jeep to sit quietly.

The god had been quick to close the back and curse the idiots before getting in the drivers side to take her back. Loki knew she hid something from him, that there was a reason she refused to shower with him when he invited her. Though they were intimate it was as if she was afraid and had left him wondering if she was embarrassed because it was him. The traitor, the outcast that she had fell in love with, but now it was much deeper than that.

The god seeing his chance when she kept the towel wrapped in one hand as the other fell to her thick thigh. He never held her hand, nothing that would truly be a public display of love but this warranted it. Taking his time, he slipped his hand into hers, lacing long fingers with it feeling her wanting to resist but it seemed she was heartbroken. It felt as if she didn’t care or at least until the hand in hers turned cooler than normal, ridges appearing under her fingers as she finally looked over the hand she held.

No mistake, it belonged to Loki, but it was blue, a deep blue with raised markings. Unable to let go as she looked up to him, his face taking on the same markings. Finally, he stole a glance at her to reveal crimson eyes that made her heart stop, trying to grasp what she seen as she shook her hand out of his grasp. Releasing the towel, she reached up to touch his face because she had to know. It was perplexing and wonderous at the same time.

The god pulling to the side of the road to allow her to do what she wanted. Turning to face Loki, the towel pooled in her lap as calloused fingers gingerly touched his face, surprised he was allowing it as a blue hand traced over the bioluminescent Tattoo. A tingle under his fingertips making him wonder it was alive as it even glowed brighter before he laid the hand on her cheek pushing their foreheads together.

The silence between them was enough for the moment, Loki knew she needed time to process it. He had explained to her he was not like Thor, he wasn’t Aesir he was Jotun, a frost giant but never showed what it meant. It was obvious in her mind it was just a person that didn’t look any different from the next. Carefully he laced his fingers into her wet hair, he could tell she was upset, nervous about him finding out.

The god knew she kept hiding something from him, but he just guessed it was her nature since she was living alone in the middle of the wilderness in the Rockies when they found her the first time he ever allowed Thor to convince him to help the Avengers. Y/N was very standoffish with them all when they sat foot on her plot of land, surprised them all with how fast she was and how well she fought them back. They had only been sent by Fury to speak with her about joining, not a fight.

Y/N couldn’t help but shiver slightly, it was one of relief actually, that she didn’t have to hide it any longer. No fear of rejection since it appeared Loki was hiding as well, and it felt like it was enough.

“Lets go enjoy the beach to ourselves lover. This is beautiful,” Loki breathed hinting to her true self, cool breath fanning over her lips as she nuzzled at his nose. She knew he would never admit to enjoying it when she done that to him, but that was just fine, she would just make sure she done it when he silently asked for it.

The god laying his freehand on her thigh to caress over the Tattoo that was there. Looking down he noted the sparkle of her skin was gone. What was once the shape of a beautiful shark tail that glimmered with all the colors of an oil slick was now mortal skin covered in the blue art. “I would like to see it again if you permit it.”

“You're not upset because I never explained what I was? I know your temper Loki,” Y/N finally spoke after her long silence. The lump in her throat threatening to cut her off if she continued to speak.

“We all have our reasons little shark,” he smiled leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her lips as she fell into him, not caring if the bathing suit she once wore was in shreds thanks to the tail and the spike fin along her spine that had rendered it useless.

“Go for a swim,” she smiled as they parted, and she tugged the towel around her shoulders.

“I thought you would never ask lover,” Loki smiled. With a flash of seidr he was standing next to the passenger side door, opening it to jerk her into his arms with a yelp. The jeep gone in the blink of an eye with a quiet reassurance it was in it's parking spot at the compound as he carried her to the shore.

Sitting her to her feet in the surf Loki could honestly not believe what he was witnessing when the sea water splashed over her legs. The skin turning to the shimmering grey flesh of a shark but staying separate as the Tattoo sparkled for a moment. Y/N turned to face the god, stepping flush to him to stand to black tipped toes to place a kiss on his lips before flinging the towel in his face and taking off running into the surf. A quick dive in and she splashed back with a beautifully made sharks tail. The god smirking as he pulled the towel away and watched her head pop up beyond the breaking waves.

“Well?! Are frost giants afraid of the water,” Y/N yelled back, the water just below her shoulders. The gods smirk even bigger as he realized he was still donning his blue skin, the pants he wore soaked, a flash of seidr and he was gone.

“Think you are a sly creature do you Y/N,” came Loki’ calm voice behind her. She knew he was going to do that, turning to realize he wore a black rash guard, shark tail curling around his legs that had to kick slightly.

“You could charm a tail,” Y/N spoke up looking into his still crimson orbs and swearing he was enjoying being himself.

“I could, but that would take the fun out of it,” he smirked looking down to note the top of ample breast were exposed just before she dipped under the water, tail surfacing to splash at him.

The god felt the swirl of water as she circled him for a moment then jerked him under with her, pressing lips to his to realize she was able to help him breathe. Taking note that her process of breathing had to still be same as on land, as he felt no gills as he caressed over soft curves to place his hands around her neck to hold her close. Her body arching out, tail wrapping around him before uncurling to move strongly to take them back to the surface to break the kiss.

“Besides lover, I would never look as beautiful as you,” he smirked as she kept him afloat, pressed flush to him as they bobbed in the water, still he kept his blue lined skin.

“Mmm, blue is my favorite color by the way. It looks handsome on you, and the red eyes, beautiful,” she breathed as he pulled her for another kiss. Loki was surprised as legs wrapped around his waist having never realized she had drifted them far enough back to the shore to stand, hands caressing over voluptuous curves as he reached to grip her waist the spike fin folded against her spine.

“Let’s go back to the compound and take that shower you have always asked me about joining,” Y/N smiled showing a set of sharp fangs, three on each side of the two front teeth both top and bottom.

“You don’t have to ask twice,” Loki spoke up as Y/N smirked at his impatience as with in a blink they where standing in the large shower of his room.

Still he kept the Jotun blue skin. He surprised her by putting her to her feet, having her turn to look over the fin on her back and trail his fingers over the spiny appendage. Y/N smirked at his curiosity of her, crimson orbs looking over her bare buttocks as he ran fingers over the Tattoo again obvious it was the most fascinating.

“Here I thought you would be more intrigued by my tail or the skin that covered them but my Tattoo mesmerizes you more,” she spoke, Loki tugging her hip to return her to face him realizing he was now bare before her. Loki not backing away as she reached up to touch over the lines on his chest, smiling at him, it was clear she was more intrigued by him than he was her.

“What is the markings for,” he finally asked as she turned to cut the shower head on, keeping her legs that where covered in the shimmering iridescent shark skin that traveled to just under her breast to end in a point between them. On her back it traveled her spine to end at a point somewhere under her hair, a shiver making it's way up her spine as he ghosted is fingers over the flesh next to the fin that was covered in blue Tattoo.

“They mark me as a warrior,” she began turning back to look up at Loki smiling as it appeared he was keeping the blue skin just for her. “When I was younger, I had been drug onto a ship of merchants and treated… Well let’s just say that they were cruel. When I wouldn’t give them a show they lashed me to the mast to bake in the sun, or so that was the idea. It's not that easy to kill a mermaid. But I managed to get free somewhere around New Zealand.”

“Did they do this to you,” he began hinting to very faint edge of a scar at the base of her skull, cobalt fingers touching over it as she turned and tugged him under the rain head.

“Yeah. My entire left side was splattered in lamp oil. They sat me on fire, scorched my skin, my hair before I could plunge into the ocean. Killed several before I jumped, by that time the Māori noted the ship and me. Thankfully they are very accepting of my kind. They hid me from the trade ship, healed me, accepted me and marked me as one of their own.”

“So, you’re older than 36,” Loki smirked at Y/N who smiled to show the same set of fangs as he pulled tighter. This left nothing to the imagination of how he felt about her, erection pressing into the plump stomach he happened to love to lay his head on.

“Hmm. All that dramatic swashbuckling and all you take from that is I am older than I originally told you,” the woman chuckled up to the god that was leaning down to press lips for a chaste kiss before pulling away. “ I was born in the summer of 1701. I was captured when I was 16. So technically I am 318 years old, but still not as old as you.”

“Glad you survived love. Sorry I didn’t know you then, so that I could have prevented this,” he spoke quietly hinting to the iridescent Tattoo that he felt tingle under his fingers before smashing his lips to hers in the heat of passion.

Blue lined hands falling to her thighs to squeeze them and lift her with ease to place them around his waist. The god swallowing her breathy moan down, drenched folds rutting over erect man hood. Loki continued to hold her tightly, her hands snaking into his hair as sharp nails raked his scalp and she nipped at his lip with sharp fangs making him jump, pulling away to look her over.

“You are a feisty little shark,” Loki grinned as she rutted to tease throbbing cock with dripping hole that begged for him. Her thumb rubbing over his bottom lip to smear the dark blue blood that had ebbed out, crimson orbs flickering to the sharp black nails she sported.

“Have to be to survive,” her voice quivered as it dawned on her his shaft was covered in the same raised markings, the chafe of the ones over his torso making her even more excited as she teased the head of his cock with a quiet whimper.

“Thank the Norns for that,” he breathed as he lowered her over throbbing cock, feeling velvet folds clinch around his girth as she moved her hips to seat fully over him.

“Your beautiful lover. Never hide this again,” he breathed out, not waiting for her to adjust before setting a bruising pace but evident by the whimpering moans she let out it didn’t matter.

Pleasure ran her spine as she captured the gods lips once again, allowing his tongue to dance with hers while matching his thrust as deliciously lined cock hit all the right parts in sinful cunt that threatened to squeeze even tighter. Y/N filling desperate as she rubbed throbbing nerve against the god with every perfect thrust into needy cunt. Lined girth hitting the right spot that made her cry out to the room.

Lewd noises hung thick in the air while her nails dug into his shoulders to draw a thin trickle of blood. A cobalt blue hand going to the nape of her neck to prevent her from pulling away like he could feel her doing. Holding her head so she had to look down at him, crimson orbs burning with desire.

“Cum for me lover. I want to drink in your form writhing over me,” he rasped out, filling her body quiver. He knew her all too well, knew when she was fast approaching her undoing and loved to watch her fall to pieces before him. Now, and now he had her right where he wanted her, she was perfect, she was his and there were no secrets to hold them back any longer.

He felt the quiver working it's way through her body, knew she was coming undone as velvet cunt squeezed tight around already spilling cock. One last harsh thrust had her crying out to the room as he kept crimson orbs on her, gazing up at her as they finished the chase and pulling her head to his shoulder.

Carefully Loki looped an arm under plump buttocks while tracing over her shivering back and the fin that was there in efforts to soothe her. Her legs trembled as she remained wrapped around him, body spent. A quiet admittance of love whispered into her ear as he kissed the Tattoo on her shoulder while she slipped to her feet.

Both looking over each other, letting the water clean them before Loki turned it off. Watching as it seemed her skin soaked up the moisture and her iridescents began to fade. The bioluminescent Tattoo staying prominent but not glowing as much.

“Keep this love, it's all I ask,” he spoke hinting to the Tattoo, watching as it dulled to a deep blue that still didn’t look natural but appeared to be where it stopped.

“Then promise to show me this side of you more often? I understand about having to keep certain things hidden. This will be our peace to ourselves,” she bargained, caressing over the raised markings on his face as they began to slowly fade back to his Aesir form.

“I swear to the Norns that I will,” he breathed, pulling her into his arms to carry her out to the bedroom. In no time he was laying her on the king size mattress delicately to fall between her legs rutting at her as she done the same.

“I was worried I was losing you love,” the god finally admitted as she paused to look up at him. Never had she thought how it must have made him feel that she refused to accompany him to the shower or refused to allow him to step into the shower when it was just her.

“You weren’t. I was just hoping I could find a way to show you before what happened today. This wasn’t how I planned it,” Y/N smiled as she felt him still over her, he was ready she could fill him hard and pressing at her readied cunt.

“Well, either way, it changes nothing Y/N. I fell in love with you and not the creature you are,” he smiled, knowing she was still sensitive as he teased her carefully before slowly sinking into readied cunt. This time would be slow, meaningful. Y/N gasping out as he filled her up once again.

“Agreed. I love you as Loki, and only Loki,” she smiled up at him enjoying the slow fuck this was turning into.

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