#loki citrus fruits

[november-rayne]

Chapter One: Prologue

Young Prince Loki of Asgard is the God of Mischief and Chaos, the wild and unscrupulous little brother of Thor, and the son of the King of the Æsir.

Being second in the line of succession, Loki meticulously performs his palace duties by day, but by night he can be found living up to his reputation as a hard-core partying playboy.

Alas, a prince of Asgard cannot remain a fun-loving bachelor forever. Loki's world is turned upside down when duty calls for him to take a wife. His parents have betrothed him to the daughter of the most prominent Lord in the kingdom.

Loki would rather be dragged to Hel than to the altar, that is, until he finally lays eyes on his bride-to-be. Meeting Sigyn cracks the foundation on which he built his hedonistic reputation.

Can Loki give up his philandering lifestyle and become the husband Sigyn deserves? The Nornir have brought the two of them together; will outside forces tear them apart?

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Warnings: Explicit descriptions of sexual acts, alcohol intoxication, and drug use. Specific trigger warnings will be attached before each chapter when applicable.

This story is NON-CANON. This is an MCU/Norse mythology hybrid AU: Thor and Loki are biological brothers, and Odin isn't the worst father. Comparably, in human years, Loki is in his mid-twenties, and Thor is late twenties. Set in Asgard, the realm is described as a large kingdom with territories and hierarchies among Odin's Lords and Ladies.

Genre: Fluff and Smut. An all-round feel-good fic.

Pairings: AU Loki x Sigyn

A/N: A short prologue to get a little taste of our prince. A little canape before the feast. There is plenty of plot in this story. I promise. With that said, the first few chapters are smut heavy, but it tapers off before picking back up toward the middle.

Word count: <700

Rating: Explicit for smut

Tags: Oral sex, Loki being a charming young man-slut

Chapter Index

“That’s a good girl. Yes... just like that. Good, good girl.” Loki rubbed the back of the maid’s head with a tender touch. He was standing, legs splayed wide, leaning with his back against the door of the laundry hall, blocking entry to whoever may try to disturb them. The servant was kneeling on the stone floor between his feet in front of him. Bright sunshine streamed in through the high stone windows. Steam rose from the tubs of palace linens, the scent of fragrant citrus fruit and soap mingling in the air.

“Such a pretty little mouth. Ah… Look at your prince.” She raised her eyes to meet his, not slowing her pace; she switched hands at the base of his cock, pumping him while she sucked. He drew in a sharp breath. “Good girl,” he grunted.

His eyes fluttered closed as his head fell back. He could not suppress the sound that escaped his mouth as he emptied himself into her throat. The guttural groan echoed off the stone walls back to the young prince. He laughed to himself, a mischievous smirk tugged at his lips as he thought about the palace grounds just outside the windows and the possibility of people hearing his gratification as they went about their daily business.

Eyes still closed, he leaned more heavily into the door, letting the ripples of pleasure wane through his body while pulling his fingers gently through the maid’s short hair and catching his breath. “Good girl,” he cooed.

Giving her a final pet on the top of her head, he righted himself. He reached for a towel on a nearby laundry cart, drying himself off before handing it to the maid, still kneeling on the stones. She pressed the towel to her mouth as she stood up with a hand from the prince.

“You’ve honored me today, sweetling,” he said as he quickly fastened his trousers. “Your service will help your prince sleep soundly tonight; I have no doubt.” He flashed her his most devastating smile. “I will dream of those soft lips and wake up rejuvenated in the morning.” He took a silver coin from his pocket and placed it in her palm. Closing her fingers over the coin, he flipped her wrist over and kissed the back of her hand.

She curtsied shakily, her knees red and sore, her lips swollen. “Your Highness,” she managed to squeak out. And with that, Loki was out the door and headed down the hall. Already forgetting her name, he made a mental note to himself, ‘Laundry maid, pouty mouth, short brown hair: high marks for enthusiasm, but her technique needs practice.’

He took the stairs two at a time and paused before opening the door to the main palace hallway. He peeked out slowly, checking to be sure it was empty. He did not need another nosey sycophant running to his mother, telling her they saw him sneaking out of the servant’s entrance… again.

The library was expectedly quiet. The high windows were open, letting in the bright sunshine and fresh air as dust motes danced in the sunbeams. The air was warm and smelled of old books and mahogany. Soft brown leather sofas circled the fireplace in the sunken reading area. Rich, thick rugs covered the marble floor, and soft cushions were strewn about on the floor and chaises.

Loki picked out a thick tome and headed for the sofa. He was feeling particularly pleased with himself this afternoon. As he stretched out on the couch, he recalled how he had not planned to seek out lascivious company this day. Yet, somehow, he found himself receiving lusty kisses from the laundry maid as she pulled him through the halls by his tunic. ‘It is strange how the fates intervene.’ he thought. A smile broke across his face as he recalled the past hour spent trading oral pleasures with the cute brunette.

Next Chapter

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[mistrdctr]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

italicize what your muse likes. bold what they love. strike what they hate.

Taste :

Sweet | Salty | Bitter | Umami | Sour | Chocolate | Bacon | Vegetables | Fruit | Berries | Carrots | Cake | Cookies | Pretzels | Pasta | Tomatoes | Applesauce | Sauerkraut | Pickles | Olives | Potatoes | Ice Cream | Pineapple | Pineapple on pizza | Fish | Beef | Garlic | Spinach | Mushrooms | Cheese | Milk | Juice | Marmite | Beetroot | Anchovies | Gefilte Fish | Peppers | Wholewheat bread | Marshmallows | Mango | Broccoli | Peanut butter | Nutella | Mint and chocolate | Cashew nuts | Tofu | Brussels sprouts | Grape flavor

Touch :

Soft | Rough | Smooth | Sticky | Slimy | Hot | Cold | Damp | Wet | Clammy | Coarse | Fur | Velvet | Silk | Lace | Hot metal | Cold metal | Paper | Plastic | Bubble wrap | Wool | Wood | Tree bark | Hot asphalt | Leaves | Wicker | Sand | Rocks | Rough rocks | Smooth rocks | Hair | Skin | Tight hugs | Gentle hugs | Lip kisses | Skin kisses | Holding hands | Rough touches | Gentle touches | Scratches | Bites | Sunlight | Light sheets | Thick blankets | Baggy clothes

Scent :

Flowers | Sea water | Chocolate | Fish | Cooking onions | Cleaning products | Citrus | Lemons | Grapefruit | Oranges | Rain | Freshly cut grass | Wet dirt | Wood | Cologne | Perfume | Fire | Smoke | Gasoline | Tires | Paint | Chlorine | Pools | Fresh bread | Cooking bacon | New books | Coffee | Linen | Vanilla | Cinnamon | New car | Coconut | Sunscreen | Nail polish | Mint | Cigarette smoke | Leather

Sound :

Loud sounds | High pitched sounds | Low pitched sounds | Quiet sounds | Loud voices | Soft voices | High voices | Deep voices | Morning voice | Snoring | Rain on windows | Fire crackle | Crickets | Frogs | Typing on a keyboard | Horse hooves on gravel | High heels | Laughter | Deep laughter | Giggling | Purring | Dog bark | Howling | Car engine | Distant chatter | Bird chirps | Classical music | Pop music | Folk music | Rock music | Country music | Klezmer music | Violin | Piano | Frying food | Nails tapping

Sight :

Red | Orange | Yellow | Green | Blue | Purple | Pink | Black | White | Silver | Gold | Shiny | Dull | Shapes | Orange lighting | Natural lighting | Seaside scenery | Forest scenery | Field scenery | Patterns | Clear skies | Cloudy skies | Night time | Day time | Sunrise | Sunset | Stained glass windows | Old buildings | Stone buildings | Wood cabins | Spring | Summer | Fall | Winter | Brick buildings | Moss | Flowers | Gardens | Hedge mazes | Corn mazes | Lakes | Rivers

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[tarithenurse]

All is fair in Love & War - 8

Pairing: Loki x reader Content: I did put in some fluff...even if it’s to outweigh some angsting. Please don’t hate me. A/N: It’s just a short chapter this time due to plot, and intership and visiting niblings the entire past week, but don’t worry: I’ve heard your pleas.

8. Winter’s chill

…   LOKI’s PoV   …

Hurrying through what has turned out to be a veritable snowstorm, Loki tugs the listless woman closer to his chest while damning himself to Muspelheim and back. I should have taken better care. Midgardians are by nature weaker than even the scrawniest Jotun, and [Y/N] is still recovering.

But for a sweet moment, both of them had forgotten it, allowing a deep-rooted passion to take over their bodies and control their actions. His hips had risen to meet her descend on his cock, making the woman groan in pleasure that washed away the last bit of his self-restraint. Loki had even felt a raw pride when, already at the third or fourth thrust, he had seen her eyes roll backwards under fluttering lashes and her body stiffen…next second that victorious rush was washed away as she collapsed. Lifeless. With the restraint gone, Loki had also forgotten to channel his “magic” (as she insists on calling it) to harness the deadly cold that runs in the blood of his kin.

Glancing at the Midgardian’s face, he cringes at the paleness. The blue of her lips. The breathing is shallow and her heartbeat nearly non-existent even though he has poured almost all of his seiðr into her to protect the remianing embers of her life-flame – the rest he is using to keep his own chill at bay, and so it is in his Jotun form that he arrives at Utgard.

He will have to bring her back from the precipice once more. He will have to keep his distance. There is a way. Angrily, Loki pushes the thought away while settling the lifeless form on her bed before barking orders to a few servants. Perhaps the king is harsher in his words than normally, but the ache deep inside from seeing what he has done to the Midgardian is vexing. She should only have been a tool, a toy. Now he can no longer pretend to himself that it is pure curiosity or simple greed that drives him closer to her. Yes, there is a way to prevent this from happening...he sighs, brushing the stray hairs from [Y/N]‘s face.

“But I cannot force that upon you, beloved, “ the whisper is for her deaf ears only, “not with the consequences it would entail.”

And still, if ever she were to ask of her own free will, he knows he will grant it to her without hesitation.

...   READER‘s PoV   ...

You know something is wrong the moment you wake. Or…maybe not wrong but at the very least different because you are certain that there were no furs cocooning you in your fuzzy memories and you can both smell and hear a roaring fire. Blinking, stones lit by blazing flames frame a window with snow piled against the outside of it. It is a familiar window. My window. The wood of the ceiling holds a similar familiarity, the dark knots forming patterns alike those of nightly constellations. My room. It takes a fair amount of effort to wriggle free of the tight fur-wrapping for you to sit up. Each moment makes your body ache with a million complains.

“How are you feeling, [Y/N]?”

Looking towards the fireplace, you find Loki sitting on the edge of a chair. Darkness is circling his eyes and there is a frown not just weighing on his brows but tightening his lips too.

“I’m cold,” you answer truthfully, “through my bones, almost my heart. Loki, what happened? We were…were in the forest? At the circle.” Memories are coming back to you slowly. Oh…right. “I…we…did I do something wrong?”

The barking laughter startles you, and maybe the god too because he stops just as abruptly. “No, my pet, the mistake was mine.”

Finally, he comes over to sit on the edge of the bed, tugging the furs around your shoulders despite your weak protests. Studying him, you can faintly see lines on his face and hands, but otherwise there are no indications of his true form which he had revealed to you. He’d been nervous. But how can you not admire him for what he is? The stories and tales of the king of Jotunheim have all been lies, fed to your people to keep you in line through fear though the reality is another entirely. Instead of full-scale war, Loki apparently favours stealth and sabotage to hamper the Midgardian forces’ invasion. Though he is unforgiving and harsh against disloyalty, he is still able to care deeply for those who appear to deserve it. Even now, he is nothing but gentle, worried even, as he tentatively places a warm wrist on your forehead to check for a fever.

“What d’you mean?”

His emerald eyes contain a pain you have rarely seen on him. “I became too…eager. Forgot to take the proper precautions to protect you. Please forgive me.”

“There’s no need.” The words just come on their own, surprisingly you with their honesty. “Loki, what can I do to…to ermm…” Now a heat is crawling back, even if it is only in your face.

His voice wavers, when he stops you. “Shush, little one, do not fret over such things now.”

You recognize the soft darkness that envelops you and try to protest, but with it comes a bit of warmth.

…

Next time you wake, there is a new sound mingling with the crackling of the fire. Peering over the heavy furs, the endearing sight of Loki asleep in one chair with his long legs resting on the other adds to the growing warmth inside you. As silently as possible you worm out from the covers, find the largest one, and tip-toe over to the sleeping god where you carefully place the coat of what once must have been a bear over the sleeping figure. A soft sigh is the response together with a tiny smile.

It is peculiar. When Loki is awake, his lips are a thin line…now they are fuller. Not downright plump, but the calm features have allowed for the jaw to slack and his features to soften, making him less fearsome. This is the grace that you have started to notice within him, the tenderness he reserves for you when you least expect it or when you need it the most.

Gently, you press a kiss to his raven hair before returning to your bed, not noticing how his eyes have snapped open and are following your every move.

[stuckybarton]

The Forsaken II

Summary: You had only known about the many stories of Greek Mythology, interest peaked from a young age. Of the Gods and Goddesses as well as the monsters and heroes. But never in your life, during one of the many tours have you joined in seeing the ruins of the temples of Greece, did you even think of seeing your image in one of the bust. Persephone was her name, the most protected daughter of Demeter, and the beloved wife of Hades. Character: Hades!Loki Laufeyson x Persephone!Reader. Zeus!Tony Stark. Artemis!Wanda Maximoff. Apollo!Pietro Maximoff. Word Count: 1,145 Series Warnings: Toxic Overbearing Mother-Figure.

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Chapter 2: Lemon

/ˈlemən/ a yellow, oval citrus fruit with thick skin and fragrant, acidic juice.

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟsᴇ."

“Are you sure that you’re doing the right thing moving here? I mean, the city? Why can’t you just stay in the farm, there are Community Colleges closer.”

You had gotten so used to this side of your mother growing up. Having every aspect of your life controlled by her, this was, by your own recollection, the first time you would be miles away from her. You couldn’t hide the relief for such fact. It was fresh start in a new place to live a life away from your mother’s ever constant need to control every aspect of your life.

“The University has the best Business College in the region, I can’t miss out on it.” It was true that the university you’re now in has the best Business from your location, but you weren’t gonna tell your mother what you realty took as a degree.

Greek History. Specifically anything and everything that has to do with the numerous of Gods and Goddesses that shaped them. Your love for the array of Mythology was something you wanted to pursue further and if and only if you have the degree and accreditation that comes with it, can you finally escape from your mother and every single thing she has against you holding you back.

Your mother’s infamous lecture was cut short by the door opening and the sight of your new roommate—rather, roommates. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, whom you had met while getting your footing in the university when you inquired. An accomplice that helped in convincing your mother to have you finally be in the school and live in a Dorm with them both. You owed them by cooking food—but it was the least you could do for them both with what they had to accomplish for your freedom.

“You’re finally here!” Wanda practically squealed shoving the box she held onto her twin brother’s hold before coming to embrace you. A smile on her face to which was far too contagious not to join. She pulled away to come face to face with your mother. “Mrs. Y/L/N, we promise to make sure Y/N is safe at all cost.”

Trust Wanda and her charms as she begins to explain how the Dorms were the safest in the University as well as the constant activities that would keep you busy throughout your stay. You were left to greet Pietro with a wink as you helped him out with the last of their own boxes for their move.

All throughout, you had listened to how your own mother insisted that Wanda should ensure her about your whereabouts—but the fact that you were also to do such a task seemed more tiring than it needs to be. But for this one last moment, you agreed to every single demands she might have if it meant that she will leave the apartment to finally seal your freedom away from her.

Eventually with the twins tag teaming against your mother, she had finally relented, asking for you to walk her out of the door. You tried to keep your steps less preppy as the excitement was bubbling. This was finally it.

“You are to call me the first moment things aren’t going as planned.” Your mother demanded to which you nodded in reassurance, having nothing else to say that you haven’t already said to her since you’ve decided to study in this University and during her time in the apartment. “If I hear anything out of the ordinary, you will come home and I will see it personally that you are chained to the bedroom if it means I get to see you safe.”

“Mom. Don’t you think that’s too much?” You snort, already used to this side of her, often times fearing that there might just be a possibility of her doing exactly what she says she would if you weren’t careful.

But as her hand had grasped onto your jaws and had you looking up at her, you know just how serious she was in the moment.

“You are my daughter before you can be anything else.” Her words brought a shiver down your spine. It was so unlike her to do. “And all I want is to make sure you are safe and sound especially now that I’m far away from you.”

“I promise to keep safe.”

“No boys and no parties, Y/N.”

“I promise.”

Finally releasing her tight hold, the softness of her eyes was a shift that you were so prepared for. It was a whiplashed that genuinely disturbed you in the moment, but you held your tongue knowing it would do no one any good.

“Call me if you need anything, Darling. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

As you closed the door behind your mother, ensuring it was locked, you peaked through the hole to watch your mother slowly disappear and it was only then did you realize the coast was clear. Squealing to yourself and jumping as the excitement of this new found freedom was something you would have never thought you could have for yourself.

“I think this calls for a celebration.” It was Wanda that broke you from your little happy dance as you made your way back to the living room. “I’ll order pizza then we can all get settled in dealing with the boxes.”

Nodding in agreement all three of you had made a good wave in organizing all of your boxes, with Pietro being the one to do most of the talking, sometimes asking you questions of your life in the farm with your mother and more often annoying his sister in any shape or form that he could.

“And that’s the pizza, I’ll go and get it.” Pietro stood moving even before you could insist on getting it and even paying for it.

“Is he always this—energetic?” You asked turning your attention to Wanda that seemed all too familiar with her twin brother’s antics.

“You should see him in the morning without his coffee, you’d think he’s two different persons.” She smirked before the both of you were left in a momentary silence. “It’s good to have you here with us, Y/N. You seemed to look like you need company—other than your mother, no offence.”

“None taken.” You smiled knowing just how right she was in her words.

All your life, all you could remember was being glued to your mother’s side. Helping her out in the fields and helping with tending to the animals. It was downright suffocating at times when you couldn’t even have your own personal space at times when it comes to her. This moment, this four or more so years was the only opportunity you think you had of freedom and you would try to make the most out of it.

Whatever it may take.

[butterbabyflapjack]

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Three ships: Hmm, this one's tough. At the moment I'm kind of obsessed with Buck/Eddie from "9-1-1" (which I will forever refer to in my head as 9-1-1 original recipe). I've known it was a huge fandom ship forever, but I fought it really hard even though I ended up watching most of season 4. Then 4x13 and 4x14 happened and I was completely screwed. I have since watched seasons 2 and 3 in a mad rush and have SO MANY FEELINGS. 

I love Loki/Mobius dearly - it's the gifs that made me start watching Loki in the first place - and though I've only written one tiny little fic thus far I wouldn't be surprised if more end up happening. 

The ship I'll probably always be associated with most, though, is Steve/Danny from Hawaii 5-0. Yes, the show isn't on anymore, and yes, the finale was stupid, but I'll always love them. Also, I'm pretty sure I've written more fic about those two idiots than I have anyone else anywhere. 

Last song: "Forever After All" by Luke Combs

Last movie: I'm a movie critic, so I got to see a pre-release screening for "Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings." It was SO INCREDIBLY GOOD, and I desperately need everyone to go watch this thing the second it comes out. I need this to be a trilogy SO BADLY. 

Currently reading: I'm strictly doing comfort re-reading at the moment, which means I'm going through a LOT of Terry Pratchett

Currently watching: Tumblr sucked me into "Ted Lasso" on Apple TV+ (and other sources, if you know where to look). I swear I didn't have the slightest bit of interest in this show, but holy crap I love it so much. I'm full-on hooked at this point. 

Currently consuming: Sweet and sour Twizzlers (cherry kick and citrus punch) and Welch's Passion Fruit juice

Currently craving: A re-watch of Shang-Chi, which is super annoying because it isn't out in theaters yet

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[monthlychallenges4all]

Only One Bed

Tony stepped into the large studio apartment, suitcase in hand.  He scanned the space and very obviously noticed another important detail that was missing or overlooked in the description during the last minute Air BNB booking. The first was that his host would be his roommate, but that was something he couldn’t nitpick considering there was literally nowhere else to go during the holiday and the massive blizzard that grounded his plane.

“There’s only one bed,” he pointed out, flicking his eyes to his host.

Loki smiled coyly, gesturing lazily to the couch nearby.  “I assure you our arrangement will be honored, Dr. Stark. I’d hate to see you left out in the cold, after all.”

Tony sighed, it was only for a couple of days, what was the worst that could happen?

Name/Link: Only One Bed

Fandom: MCU

Inspired By: N/A

Challenge(s): Shipping War; Shipping Bingo; Settings Bingo; Fall Bingo; Community Garden

Ship & Team: Loki/Tony Stark (Frost Iron)

List (Prompt): [Garden] Chores (Cuddling/Snuggling); Bed Types (Hotel/Inn); Flowers (Silver); Tools (Blanket); Personal Favs (Tony Stark); Mixed Bag (Cuddling/Snuggling); Citrus Scents (Licking); Fruit Stand (Licking); Blossoms (Charcoal); Duties (Licking); [Ship War] Sp Med 1 (Only One Bed)

Space Address (Prompt): Ship Bingo (2B - Only One Bed); Fall Bingo (3B - Blanket); Settings Bingo (5E - Apartment Building)

Warning(s): Sexual Content

[diaryofabeautyfiend]

Body Shots

(A Small Time Witch small story)

Asgard, like much of the Nine Realms, was a weird place. Technologically advanced in space and dimensional travel but they still rode horses. They revered magic and spoke like their lines were written by Willie Shakes himself. Somehow, Earth seemed so much more advanced but not evolved in the least.

If there is one commonality Asgard and Midgard share it’s that they love a good party. They needed very little to have an excuse to throw one and they lasted into the wee hours. It had been a long time since you were able to have that much fun. So, when Odin suggested a feast to welcome you as the Princess of Asgard, you jumped at the chance.

This was the first time Thor was meeting you. Of course, you had already know him. It was a little unsettling at first how comfortable you felt with him. After a few moments he warmed up to you just as much. It was not long before he was laughing too loudly and the two of you were acting like idiots. Fairly typical of your relationship. Loki would roll his eyes at the two of you but he secretly loved it. That didn’t matter tonight because Loki was still on Vanaheim.

Thor introduced you to Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. They were a good time. Idiots to be sure but fun none the less. Sif was slow to warm up to you. She was jealous that you found favor with Loki. According to Volstagg Sif and Loki had a long not so secret affair. She originally came on to him to make Thor jealous. Loki delighted in the fact that Thor never cared. After a while she kept doing it to find physical comfort. Sif was not exactly an eligible bachelorette in Odin’s court. Men were either intimidated or disgusted by her. You felt for her. When you didn’t act like the jealous wife around her, she was eager to party with the lot of you.

After the feast was over Odin excused himself and the real party started. Volstagg told wild stories of battles and Hogun was quick to correct his exaggerations. Thor kept a protective arm draped over the back of your chair and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He kept teasing you about the small amounts of liquor you consumed which awoke your competitive nature.

“Your tiny human liver can’t handle Asgardian liquor” he said with a booming laugh.

“Try me, old man! Anyone ever heard of body shots?” They looked at you confused but intrigued. “Ok. I need small glasses, salt and a lime or citrus of some kind.” Thor sent one of the staff to procure all of the items you requested. You explained how to do a body shot and volunteered Sif to take the first shot. You sprinkled salt on Thor’s hand, shoved a wedge of fruit into his mouth and instructed her to take the shot. When she grabbed the fruit out of his mouth Thor was smiling and you were certain their lips touched. They banged on the table and urged someone else to go.

When it was your turn all the men backed away too afraid of what Loki would do if he found out. Since you didn’t much care, you enlisted Sif as your partner. To up the anti you sprinkled the salt on her neck. You licked her painfully slow, slammed your shot and full on kissed her. The juice of the citrus dribbled out of the corner of your mouths. When you came away with the wedge in your mouth the four men cheered goading you to do another.

By the end of the night, Thor had to carry you to your room. Frigga’s staff was there to tend to your needs. Before Thor could leave the room you were tossing off your dress and underpinnings. One of the women hurried to hide your nakedness from him. He laughed and playfully hid his eyes. “Goodnight, Princess!”

“G’night big brother.” He sure did like the sound of that.

The next morning you cursed yourself for not bringing sunglasses. The great hall was much too bright. You flopped down in a chair next to Thor and groaned at the sound of all the hustle and bustle of the court. With your magic you summoned a glass of water and partially froze it.

Thor’s eyes widened as he watched you drain the glass in one gulp. “You use seiðr too? Loki could not have found a more perfect woman for himself if he made you.”

“Yeah well. Too bad he doesn’t want me.” You popped a grape into your mouth and looked away.

“My brother is a stubborn ass. I don’t have the same intuition as my mother but I can tell you love him. I suspect that is why Odin agreed to this ludicrous plan of yours. Fear not, little sister. With time he will come around.”

Everyone straightened up as Odin approached the table. He bid you all good morning and took his place at the head of the table. “Y/N, I trust my son and his friends showed you a good time last night.” They snickered remembering all of your shenanigans.

“Father, it was Y/N who lead the evening. She held court like a proper princess.”

You choked on your grape. Fandral patted you on the back laughing into his tea cup.

“I am not certain a proper Princess goes around court licking her warriors but I’m glad you enjoyed your evening” Odin said with an amused smirk.

All five of you stared at each other mouths agape. Volstagg broke the tension with raucous laughter while you buried your head into Thor’s side. “What happens in Asgard stays in Asgard” you whispered to him. He laughed and agreed to keep you out of trouble.

[magick-with-a-k]

Witchy Knowledge with Waya!

⚔️Norse Deities⚔️

Hi guys!

By popular demand, here’s a list of Norse gods and goddesses, their correspondences, and some offerings for them :)

~As with all posts, this is my take, my opinion, my knowledge. If you make your magick in a different way, great! Don't hate on other ways of the Craft. As I say again and again, there's no wrong way to witchcraft.~

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Air/Sky

- Gods: Kári, Njord, Odin

- Offerings: Air related plants, chimes, music, and feathers

Animal/Nature/Earth/Plant/etc

- Goddesses: Jord, Idun/Ithunn, Fjörgyn, Freya/Freyja, Skadi, Sif, Zisa

- Gods: Freyr, sometimes Thor

- Offerings: Plants, stones, gems, earthy foods, acts of kindness towards the earth and animals (volunteering, cleaning up trash, planting trees, etc)

Arts/Music/Dance/etc

- Gods: Odin, Bragi

- Goddesses: Freya/Freyja

- Offerings: Handmade art, dances, songs, wine

Chaos/Discord/Strife/etc

- Gods: Loki

- Goddesses: Vali/Váli

- Offerings: Rotten fruit, messy art, dead plants, blades, bones, blood, anger, mistletoe

Childbirth/Children/Fertility/Life/etc

- Gods: Lodurr, Njord, Freyr

- Goddesses: Eostre/Eastre/Ostara, Freya/Freyja, Frigg

- Offerings: Play, children’s toys, breast milk, baby dolls, fresh fruits, warm blankets

Communication/Messages

- Gods: Hermod

- Offerings: Writing implements, paper, prayer, communication

Death/Underworld/Afterlife/etc

- Gods: Odin, Ve, Vili

- Goddesses: Beyla, Freya/Freyja, Hel, Irpa, Rán/Ran

- Offerings: Deadly herbs, pomegranates, Fire, rich soil, gems, death, antiques, mistletoe

Fall/The harvest/Food/etc

- Gods: Freyr

- Goddesses: Sif, Zisa/Cisa

- Offerings: Apples, wheat, honey, scythes, sickles, seeds, grains, bread

Fame/Renown/Riches/Wealth/Heroes/Athletes/etc

- Gods: Freyr, Tyr

- Goddesses: Saga

- Offerings: Statues, gold, coins, prayers, adoration, laurels

Fire

- Gods: Loki

- Goddesses: Sol

- Offerings: Fire herbs and stones, bonfires, candles, coals, metals

Home/Hearth/Family/etc

- Goddesses: Frigga

- Offerings: Fire in a fireplace, love, brick from a home, pinecones

Justice/Judgement/Law

- Gods: Baldur, Forseti, Tyr

- Goddesses: Ullr, Syn

- Offerings: Scales, scythes, righteous acts, silver

Knowledge/Wisdom

- Gods: Bragi, Odin

- Goddesses: Gefjon, Mimir, Saga, Snotra, Vor

- Offerings: Books, writing, studying, researching, apples, tea, coffee, silver

Love/Beauty/Sex/Marriage/Women

- Gods: Baldur

- Goddesses: Freya/Freyja, Frigg, Gersimi, Lofn, Sjofn

- Offerings: Romance, love, sex, self love, roses, flowers, brushes, sweets, candles, mirrors

Luck(bad and good)/Changing Luck

- Gods: Freyr

- Offerings: Aventurine, clover, dice and cards, liquor, green candles, apples, almonds

Magick/Prophecy

- Gods: Loki, Odin

- Goddesses: Frigg, Saga

- Offerings: Anything purple, plants for psychic enhancement (like mugwort), tea, mirrors, crystal balls, crone, maiden, and mother statues, triple moon sign, moon glyphs, runes

Moon/Night/Darkness/Stars/Dreams/Sleep/etc

- Gods: Mani

- Goddesses: Bil

- Offerings: Moon Art, herbs related to the Moon, good sleep, silver, Moonstone

Peace/Joy/Hope/Harmony/etc

- Gods: Baldur

- Offerings: bright flowers, sweet songs, smiles, laughter, play

Protection/Healing/Medicine/etc

- Gods: Heimdall, Thor

- Goddesses: Eir, Eostre/Eastre/Ostara

- Offerings: healing and protective herbs, protective runes, citrus fruits, self-care, baths, keeping yourself well-maintained

Spring

- Goddesses: Ostara, Idun

- Offerings: Greens, seeds, songs, eggs, blooming flowers

Summer

- Gods: Odin, Thor, Loki, Baldur,

- Goddesses: Sumarr, Freya

- Offerings: Sun art, sweet wine, sport and play, summer herbs

Sun/Day/Light/Time

- Gods: Dellingr, Loki, Odin

- Goddesses: Sol

- Offerings: Sun art, herbs gathered in the daylight, mindfulness, hard work, cool drinks, hourglasses, watches/clocks

The Hunt/Archery/The Wild/etc

- Goddesses: Skadi

- Offerings: Fresh meat, water, dog/hound statues, arrows, antlers, walking in nature, burnt offerings

War/Warriors/Victory/Men/etc

- Gods: Odin, Thor, Tyr

- Goddesses: Baduhenna, Freya, Hariasa

- Offerings: Blood, blood stone, blades, bones, war water

Water/The sea/Rain/Sailors/etc

- Gods: Njord, Odin

- Goddesses: Baduhenna, Nerthus, Rán

- Offerings: Sand, shells, clean up of water areas, meditation, blessed water

Weather

- Gods: Njord, Odin, Thor

- Goddesses: Baduhenna

- Offerings: Rainwater, enjoying the weather, prayers, dance, cotton

Winter

- Goddesses: Skadi, Vetr

- Offerings: Berries, bonfires, meat, hard liquor, warm drinks, winter herbs, mead, furs

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Hope you enjoyed this post! Look at my earlier post for the same list, but with Greek deities! Blessed Be 💕

[bandrlodge]

Munchies - Daze drabble

Loki x plus size!reader

Word count: ~780

Warnings: 18+ explicit sexual content, recreational marijuana use, there's no actual sex in this...just some heavy allusions.

Not proofread. So...have fun. 😂

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Indulgence.

The finest fruit from the Outer Rim farms.

Her favorite wine brought from Midgard.

Chocolates made by the literal, Universe's Greatest Chocolate maker.

He brought her everything, planned a lavish night for her.

Instead, she sat between his legs and puffed away at a "bowl".

When she said she'd packed some flower for them to share, he had assumed it would be the edible kind. Maybe some honey suckle to tickle his tongue. He had always remarked her cunt tasted just like them.

No. Thor had actually been the one to inform him, albeit he was very nearly stabbed during the explanation. Something about his brother getting 'high' with his lover didn't sit right with the God. Thor had explained they didn't even think the plant would work for him, so he sat with the little Avenger in her room one night and whilst watching Disney movies with her, they'd blown through almost a pound of the plant in one night. Mostly his brother had. The effects for the old God were short lived but, as long as he smoked regularly he was effected just like their tiny Avenger was.

Now, with her mind filled with smoke once more she offered him some; her hands held the small, purple and gold glass piece carefully up to him. An ember burned in the small bowl, smoke curling in a thin whisp from it; it smelled of citrus and spice and frankly, he wished he could burn it as incense in his bath chambers. Loki grasped the pipe in his hand and held between the tips of his lips and inhaled. Y,N's eyes lit up watching him inhale. She never could believe he'd never tried weed before, he was thousands of years old after all. But, the cultures he had had interactions with weren't into the usage and honestly, like Thor he'd never messed with it on assumption it wouldn't work for him.

He was very, very wrong.

It had started as a warmth in his cheeks and then spread like a virus.

"Ya feeling anything yet, horns?" She'd asked, placing a hand on his chest and swinging her perfectly, thick legs over his hips to straddle him. Her softness had been his undoing the first time they'd met. Never had he seen a Midgardian woman with the curves she carried be as soft and gentle as she was. In his experience, Midgard hardened the soft women. It was almost as if being a gentle soul and having a soft, full body weren't compatible. They kicked and berated those women until they grew shells to protect themselves, just like he had. But, Y/N was unburdened, gentle, and full of life. She was like a sip of freedom he could drink every day.

Loki nodded and nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her scent and tracing his tongue over the slick skin.

"It seems, my fawn, that my dear brother was correct about this plant. It takes a good deal of product to achieve the desired effect, but," his teeth nipped at her incessantly, drawing pitiful mewls from her bite swollen lips. Loki lingered there, lavishing her neck and shoulders with his kisses. Her chest was heaving, cheeks tinged with red, and her eyes were glazed, not only from the haze of the drug but, from the pure lust he had inspired. At the precise moment when Y,Ns eyes began to roll back into her head Loki had the most wicked idea. It was simple really, he was hungry, but, he didn't want to leave his poor sweet fawns breasts and neck so...unbothered.

"My dear, please, eyes up. I have a surprise for you." Her eyes fluttered open, the y,e,c orbs consumed within the pitch black of her blown pupils. It took her a moment to put a full picture together. One Loki behind her, now positioning her to lay on his chest, breasts now having spilled from the black Asgardian gown he'd conjured for her. One Loki, naked as the day he was born, beginning to crawl up the bed, watching as the former pried her legs apart and hitched the gown up.

"Fawn, it seems as you warned, one of the side effects of this plant has started to rear its head. I am...quite famished. If you've noticed, I am...a little indecisive, though. Do I tongue fuck that sweet little cunny or play with these perfect breasts and mark this elegant neck with my own constellations? However, I've learned,"The original Loki palmed her breast as his duplicate settled between her thighs, licking up each one and suckling each of her sticky lips, "When you can have both? Why choose?"

[weaponizedembrace]

a very descriptive and detailed profile of your muse

Fill in questionnaire for your muse, including headcanons. If you can’t answer any questions, add some of your own. When finished, repost and tag 15 other people.

name: Steven Grant Rogers

mbti: INFJ (The Protector)

age: 20s-30s (physically, timeline dependent)

birthdate: July 4, 1918

species: Enhanced human

gender: Cis male

sexual orientation: Bisexual, leans demi-ish

romantic orientation: Biromantic, demi

eyes: Blue

hair: Blonde

skin: Fair

height: 6′2″

body type: Peak human physical fitness, tall, muscular

weight: 240lbs

profession: Timeline dependent: U.S. Army Captain, Howling Commando, Shield Agent, Avenger, vigilante...

interests: Justice, equality, art, music, baseball, combat and acrobatics, motorcycles, history, politics (he hates politics, really, but it’s a necessary interest)

companions: Verse dependent, but closest and most constant are: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, and Sam Wilson

antagonists: So many. Red Skull, anyone Hydra, Loki, Ultron, and Thanos top the list (and sometimes Loki gets a pass *eyebrow waggle*)

smells: Coffee, fresh cut grass, leather, lemons/citrus, cedar/pine, blood/copper, sun/sweat warmed skin

fruits: Strawberries, cherries, peaches

favorite foods: He loves exploring all different kinds of foods (it’s one of his favorite things about the “future”), but corned beef hash tastes like his childhood, and a fried egg on top makes it perfect.

favorite drinks: coffee, water, beer

alcoholic beverages?: Drinks beer (or whiskey if offered) casually, but cannot get drunk unless Asgardian booze is provided XD

smoke?: Never

drugs?: Never

driver’s license?: Yes

random headcanon: He really enjoys art house and B movies, and he always finds small “artsy” movie theatres wherever he’s living to support. He enjoys going by himself at times just to “escape” when he needs to, but also thinks of it as a good 3rd-4th date option if he ever thinks someone would be interested and wants to let them into another part of himself most don’t see.

tagged by: @hyperverbalbillionaire​ (TY!) tagging: Steal it and tag me!!

[marvelmadam08]

Girls Night In

Part of 100 Days of Marvel

Prompt 23: Chocolate and alcohol are a girl’s best friends, fuck diamonds.

Summary: What happens when the ladies of The Avengers get together and kick the boys out of the common room for the night? (Featuring Jennifer Fury from Uncle Fury)

Warnings: swearing, mature content (i.e. grown women conversation), mentions of sex, death, anger and grief.

A/N: I do not recognize the events of Endgame. 

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“Out!” Everyone in the room commanded

“But-” Bucky starts to protest

“You can’t just-” Scott argued

“Begone!” Hope cut him off

“This is my building!” Tony argues, Pepper cleared her throat “Our building, but you can’t just kick us all out.”

The guys started talking over each other, agreeing with Tony.

“Yeah, we can. The first rule of girls’ night is: no guys allowed.” Natasha threw an arm around your shoulder “Right (Y/N)?”

“Right.” you smirked

The elevator dings, drawing everyone’s attention. Gamora, Nebula, and Shuri strut into the room, Nebula thanking Shuri for her repairs and the upgrades. Behind them a slim black cat zoomed through the room before its mystifying green eyes land on you. It hopped in your lap, purring.

“The cat gets an invite?” Tony asked, offended 

“Relax Metal Mouth, Sir is my emotional support cat.” you cooed and scooped the cat into your arms “Aren’t you, silly kitty.”

“But he’s a boy cat.”

Jennifer fell back onto the couch with a large bowl of pretzel sticks in one hand, and a margarita secured in her other.

"Face it boys, you aren't gonna win this fight." She smiled "And don't you have like ninety-nine more floors to run around on?"

"But this floor has everything on it." Scott pouts, eyeing the pool table in front of the fully stocked bar. Thor's drinking buddy, and newly appointed Queen of Asgard, Brunnhilde, was already on her sixth drink, and showing no signs of slowing down.

"Which is exactly why, we're taking over for the night." Carol said from Tony's designated armchair

Tony opened his mouth to speak again when he was cut off by the super solider formerly known as Nomad.

"Guys, I say we let the ladies have the space for the night. Like Jen said we can use a different floor." The look he gave to his best friend didn't go unnoticed "Besides I think I'm gonna turn in a bit early tonight."

The dark haired soldier locked eyes with Steve for a brief moment on his way to the elevator. You looked to Natasha, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Fine, I'll let you ladies have your fun tonight." Tony gave in "Besides it's no fun if we can't poke fun at Steve. Let's go gents, there's a bar on twenty-fifth with my name on it."

Accepting defeat, the guys filed into the elevator, Bucky volunteering to take the stairs.

Shuri, Mantis, and Jennifer took over the TV, surprisingly agreeing on RuPaul’s Drag Race. Brunnhilde (a.k.a Valkyrie), Carol, Gamora and Nebula had all started a drinking game, and honestly you didn’t think the bar would have anything left after they got through with it. Nat, Hope, and Pepper drifted over to the pool table, Okoyke standing not too far away, mainly for Shuri’s protection, but still involving herself in light conversation. You caught Wanda up on everything that happened in the last five years, Sir curled up on your lap.

“So do you think Steve will finally come clean to Bucky tonight?” You asked her

“Fifty bucks says he’ll chicken out- again.” Natasha called out from across the room “It’s Steve, even with the beard and that ‘Your daughter calls me Daddy’ attitude, he’s still the king of waiting too long.”

“But he was gonna tell him before the snap.” Wanda pointed out “Fifty says he will.”

“Please, if anything Barnes will make the first move.” Pepper chuckled “Hundred says he does.”

“Do I hear a betting poll happening?” Jennifer turned her attention away from the TV “If so I’m in. A hundred on Barnes making the first move. It’s always the quiet ones you have to keep any eye out for.”

“She makes a good point.” Wanda agreed “It’s the quiet ones that always surprise you.”

“Which is exactly why my next boyfriend will be a mime.” Jennifer declared

“A mime?” several voices asked

“Yup, bright side he won’t mansplain everything. Downside is he won’t be able to say those four little words I long to hear.”

“Aw, is it will ‘you marry me’?” Mantis chewed on a pretzel stick

“No, it’s ‘Can I cum, Mistress’?”

Pepper nearly spit out her drink laughing, Wanda was red in the face but still smiling behind her own drink.

Sir purred approvingly.

The later it got, and the more everyone drank, the funnier and raunchier the conversations got. Okoyke eventually escorted Shuri out and up to her own room, even though Shuri assured her that there were worse things on the internet. Everyone gathered back towards the couch, having one conversation with five sidebars.

“Is it just pineapple that makes it taste good or is it fruit in general?” Hope asked the others

“It’s pineapple, papayas, citrus fruits, surprisingly bananas.” You listed the foods, Sir mewled “Yeah, you like bananas, don’t you Sir.”

“Why did you name him Sir?” Wanda reached over to pet him and he flinched away

“I dunno, I just called him that one day and it stuck.”

“Peppermint also helps.” Hope added to the previous topic “Scott swears by it.”

“Really?” Pepper raised an eyebrow

“I’m confused, why would you want it to taste better?” Nebula’s nose scrunched

“For the same reason you wait for the yaro root to ripen.” Gamora explained “But it’s the juice you get from it instead.”

“I see. Is that why you told Quill to drink the yaro root shake?”

“I love yaro root.” Carol drizzled chocolate sauce onto a marshmallow before shoving it in her mouth “And chocolate!”

She received several cheers in agreement.

“I don’t care what anyone says, chocolate and alcohol are a girl’s best friend, fuck diamonds.” Jennifer drank the last of her fourth margarita “Nat, is there more?”

“We’re not gonna have a repeat of Halloween are we?” Nat brushed Jennifer’s hair back

“No, I’m still co...here...clog.... I can still talk.”

“Water it is.” Nat stood to go grab a few water bottles

“So, Pepper, I heard that Tony is finally retiring.” Wanda spoke up

“Yeah, well sort of, he’s still gonna be around the tower. Possibly help rebuild the compound, but as for fighting.” she shook her head “I know he’s gonna miss it though, especially the post-battle sex.”

“The what?” Mantis gasped softly

“Post-battle sex, it’s basically when you’re adrenaline is still high, or you get closer to death than normal.” Hope explained “You come home and celebrate that you aren’t permanently, severely injured or dead.”

“Oh, and is this a normal human custom?”

“No, I think we’re the only nut jobs that get close to dying on a regular basis.” Natasha forced Jennifer to drink her water

“I remember, I had some amazing post-fight sex with Loki.” You admitted, you half notice when Sir’s ears twitch.

“You and Loki?” Brunnhilde nearly gagged “What the hell would possess you to do that?”

“Emotions run high, thoughts get thrown out the window. And you jump in bed with the closest demigod.” you shrug “I just can’t believe he’s been gone for five years.”

Wanda wrapped a reassuring arm around your shoulders.

“You haven’t been with anybody in five years?” Gamora asked

“I didn’t say that. Don’t get me wrong, Loki was great in bed, but an actual relationship was never the plan. He was too...”

“Sneaky? Underhanded? Murderous?” Pepper listed 

“And emotionally constipated, besides I actually met someone a few months ago.” you state proudly, Sir was now on his hind legs and pressing his paws to your face. “Stop that.”

 You moved Sir to the floor, and he did not like that. He clawed at your legs, begging for your attention. “Ow, what has gotten into you?”

“You might to get him spayed.” Carol suggested, Sir hissed before he ran behind the couch “And you never told us that you met someone.”

“I didn’t take it seriously at first, he doesn’t even know I’m and Avenger, but now that everything is back to normal I might go for it.” 

A green light emits from behind you. Mantis screams, several people scream actually. Natasha swore in Russian, and backed away from you. The vengeful voice that followed sent a chill down your spine.

“Over my dead body.” Loki seethed

“Loki? What the hell?” you jumped up from your seat “You’re alive?”

“You know what, I’ve fucking had it with cats!” Jennifer cried “It’s always something with them. Throwing up tesseracts, being aliens, changing into once dead demigods. I’m fucking over it.”

“But you died on the ship.” Brunnhilde stated

“Clearly I didn’t.” Loki looked to you “How could you say that stuff about me? What do you mean I’m not meant for a relationship?”

“You pretend to be dead for five years, and I’m the one in the wrong for calling you sneaky?” you jabbed an accusing finger at him “I can’t believe you were sitting here, listening to our private conversations and letting me go on about-”

“How fantastic I am in bed?” he smirked “I’m flattered, and no mortal will be able to replace me.”

“You jealous prick, I’m gonna kill you myself.”

“You’ve got help.” Natasha stood to her feet

The others followed and marched towards the retreating trickster.

“I’m sure we can come to some type of agreement here, ladies.”

“Get him.”

[yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy]

The Willow Maid Part 2

Thank you to @waiting4inspiration​ for hosting another challenge where we take myths and legends and do fun things with them, like what I’m trying to do here. @inforapound​ wanted to be tagged too. Those who read the Bible, will find references that I honestly am not trying to be sacreligious or offensive or anything, I’m trying to have some harmless fun here and provide entertainment as I mash so many things into one and connect dots here. 

Ha. Anyway, enjoy. 

The Willow Maid

Part 2

When Floki woke up again, the willow maid had returned with a bowl of stew, some bread and some more tea for him to drink. 

“Thank you Rayth.” He thanked her graciously, as he took the wooden platter and settled it over his lap before he dug into the spread as he couldn’t help but stare at her. She was so beautiful and eerily perfect, which he mused a goddess should be, it was a little unnerving to look at her but the more he did, the more he felt at peace because he could sense that she meant him no harm, only good. 

“So what are you a goddess of?” Floki asked. “Protection?” He guessed. 

“I suppose, if you say so.” Rayth nodded in agreement. 

“How would you like to be worshiped?” Floki asked and Rayth had to think about that for a moment. 

“By being kind and respectful to the women and children in your life.” Rayth answered. 

“Are there more like you?” Floki asked. 

“Yes, when I agreed to look after you, my sisters who have shown themselves to you told me that you were special and worth saving.” Rayth answered. 

“The bee woman and the raven woman?” Floki remembered. 

“Yes, among others.” Rayth nodded. 

“Is this the World Tree?” Floki asked. 

“It is, and you are the first son of Adam to be welcomed into it since the great flood, it is connected to all the other trees in the world, any fruits that can be found on trees, even bushes and shrubs can be found in it. And in some areas, we bring other plants like root vegetables and vines and grains and of course some animals get left at other trees as offerings, so I keep them, the chickens eat the bugs in the tree, that's where we get the eggs, the goats eat the excess foliage so I get my milk and cheese from them. 

“So no meat other than the eggs?” Floki asked. 

“No, men have only ever wanted meat after the great flood, neither I or my sisters crave it, but if you do, I can check the other alters for an animal sacrifice.” Rayth answered. 

“Do you not take pleasure in them?” He asked. 

“Me personally? No, some of my brothers and sisters do though, I personally think animals are more useful alive than dead but my siblings would argue that there is nothing like life blood because it’s been set as sacred since the beginning of time and they take pleasure in it, but I do not. I think there has been too much death in the world already, no use in adding to it.” Rayth shook her head no. 

“You keep calling me a son of Adam, who is Adam?” Floki questioned. 

“Who do you call the father to all?” Rayth returned. 

“Odin.” Floki answered. 

“Ah, then, you are Floki- son of Odin then. I realize that names change with time as do languages. I remember when there was only one language in the whole world, but my own grandfather put a stop to that.” Rayth recalled. 

“Who is your grandfather?” Floki asked. 

“You would not know his name, since he has banished my own father and erased my father’s own name so that no one may know it, not even my mother or myself know my father’s real name. So I will not speak of my grandfather’s name.” Rayth insisted. 

“What is your mother’s name then?” Floki asked. 

“Lilith.” Rayth smiled proudly. “Once you’ve eaten, you should rest some more Floki son of Odin and I will bring you back to your people, well, what’s left of them.” Rayth said. 

“My people?” Floki repeated. 

“Yes, the people you brought to the land of the gods. The volcano that erupted that caved you in- my sisters spitefully threw burning boulders at your opposers, only believers are left. And the soil is now very fertile and you’ll be able to grow whatever you want to now, they couldn’t bless the treacherous with the good.” Rayth informed him before she took the tray back, once she saw that he had eaten and drank his fill. 

“Also, feel free to eat whatever your eyes desire and if you need help, just call and I’ll come.” Rayth told him as his bed laid down again before the leaves opened up to reveal the cosmos above his bed as Floki gazed in awed wonder at it all as his hands reached out and grabbed a bunch of grapes that were growing near his head, marveling at how sweet they were- like candy and giggled to himself, tickled that he had so many of the gods favor- to the point that it was the goddesses who took care of him now. He only wished everyone else could see the truth. 

The next day, he felt better than he ever had, like his heart, mind and soul were whole and his sleep was the most restful he had ever had in his life, he almost didn’t want to leave as he eagerly got out of bed and investigated every centimeter of his “room” and got to try and taste fruits he had never seen before, let alone tasted. 

“Want some help?” Rayth asked as she came in with his breakfast, more bread with berries mixed in, fried scrambled eggs and fried potatoes with onions. 

“Yes please,” Floki said as she got a stone knife from her belt and opened up kiwi for him and handed him a spoon before she opened up some oranges and other citrus fruits and even some dragon fruit, sliced some star fruit, opened up mangos, papaya, pineapple and other exotic tropical fruits, even coconuts and had him drink the milk from those. 

“What are these hairy ones?” Floki asked. 

“Rambutan,” Rayth said as she peeled it and ate one for demonstration as he imitated her as she showed him so many fruits, he lost track of which ones were which and from where but he ate until his stomach was sure to burst and his face had streaks of sweet sticky juice to his his neck.  

“You need to bathe,” Rayth insisted as she took his hand and led him down the seeming maze of hallways and rooms made out of this tree before he came to a room where there was a tub in the wood itself that had an ever flowing spring in it, the water warm like from a sulfur spring but there was no sulfur. “Here, I have all the kinds of soap I make here to choose from, this one is best for your face, this one is  better for your body however for your private regions, this one is best and of course your hair and even your beard should be washed with this one.” She specified as she pointed them out before he put his hand up to his head and realized he had a full head of hair again. Which was odd. 

“You get in and I’ll return with a clean garment for you when you’re done.” She excused herself and left him to take care of himself before he got out of his tunic and got in the water with the soaps, watching as practically years of dirt and grime and oil came off of him in an instant as he washed everything with the soaps she told him to before she came back several moment later with a fresh clean garment, made out of a silk and cotton blend of cloth and some trousers.  

“Stay in the water as long as you like, I’m in the next room making soap.” Rayth said as she caught herself trying to sneak a peek at what the creator gave him and forced her eyes away as her cheeks stained cherry and even the tips of her pretty pointed ears got dark as Floki tilted his head as he realized...she was attracted to him. 

He got out of the natural tub and the water drained itself before it refilled itself anew as he put the clothes she provided on himself before he looked in the mirror, he looked...younger and healthier, he had never seen himself look so clean before as he wandered out of the room and listened for sounds of his host until he heard faint singing and followed that sound to find Rayth sitting down, pouring different colored liquid soaps into molds with different things like dried flowers as she mixed them in before she set the molds aside. The song she sang was peculiar, like he had heard it before but he couldn’t place where. The language the song was in- he didn’t recognize, but it sounded beautiful nonetheless, like his soul was being uplifted while his heart became happy and he had peace in his being. 

“You have a lovely voice Rayth.” Floki praised which caused her to jump a little in surprise before she put her hand over her heart and smiled in relief at him. 

“Thank you, I thought you’d be in the bath a little longer, you surprised me.” She explained. 

“What language was that? That you were singing in just now?” Floki asked as he leaned against the door “frame” that was huge branches growing vertically. 

“The original language my grandfather spoke to humans after he created them. It is the language he speaks to his own kind in the spirit world. All spirit beings know this language as our mother tongue, it’s humans who have deviated from the true tongue.” She answered. 

“So..it’s the language Odin speaks?” Floki realized. 

“Sure.” Rayth smiled politely. 

“So your grandfather is Odin, does that make Loki your father? Or Thor?” He asked. 

“Not exactly but my father is very much like Loki so for your sake and simplicity’s sake, sure, because otherwise, you couldn’t understand.” Rayth nodded in agreement. 

“When was the last time a son of Odin was in this tree?” He asked. 

“Never, you are the first.” Rayth said as she popped other soaps out of their molds and began to slice them with wire. 

When was the last time a son of Adam was in this tree?” Floki inquired as Rayth took a deep breath and a measured exhale. 

“A very long time.” Rayth answered as her face grew somber. 

“What was their name?” Floki asked. 

“His name was Abel and I don’t like to keep track of how long it’s been since he has died.” Rayth answered as tears began to well in her eyes as she tried to distract herself and will her tears away before they could fall. 

“You loved this Abel.” Floki realized. 

“I did, he was my first love, and my last.” Rayth answered with a sad smile. 

“Come, I think we were left some meat at one of the alters today. I know you must be hungry for it.” Rayth changed the subject and walked down a different hallway as she checked hollow stumps like they were cupboards, secretly wiping at her eyes as Floki could feel her sadness like it was his own. It had been eons of time since her heart was broken and her own heart had never truly healed. Time had only made her loss bearable. 

“Ah, a piglet, the poor thing.” Rayth took it and cradled it in her arms and wiped off the dirt before she presented it to him. 

“Should this be enough?” She asked. 

“More than enough.” Floki nodded before she led the way back to her kitchen. 

“You can cook it here,” Rayth said as she pointed to the fire as she worked on getting more bread dough made and a delicious rice and vegetable dish for them as Floki picked some herbs and onions and garlic for his dead piglet as he patiently roasted it with all of that inside of it. 

“So is it only you and your sisters in this tree?” He asked. 

“It’s been just me and my animals as of late, this tree was overflowing with my family before the great flood, but after...not so much. I was spared because I can disappear into the tree itself, some of my family wasn’t so lucky. Of course since then my parents made more siblings for me, but...they like to be elsewhere among the other sons of men. So, unless they come to visit, it’s usually just me.” Rayth answered. 

“So you’re lonely.” Floki realized. 

“Yes and no, I like living by myself and not having to answer to anyone. I like cultivating this tree and taking care of it and I like my animals and what they provide for me, I like the vast variety of foods I have at my fingertips at all times and I like not having to depend on anyone. And since the tree is connected to all the others, I can travel all over the world without ever leaving home. And when I do get lonely, I can always leave for short periods of time and blend in with anyone else and attend parties and festivals. People leave coins and other goods at the other alters so I have no shortage of coins or trinkets or jewelry or anything else I could ever want.” Rayth shrugged her shoulders. 

“So they leave gifts at your alters for blessings? Answered prayers?” Floki inquired curiously. 

“Usually. My other sisters usually take care of that. I only have access to alters that are in the hollow bases of great trees, my other brothers and sisters watch over the others and take care of their chosen people.” Rayth answered. 

“But you don’t have a chosen people?” Floki gathered. 

“No, I never preferred one race or tribe over another. I think they are all wonderful in their own ways. It was only because I can travel like I do that my sisters and your daughter and your wife asked me to save you. I am very partial to children myself, I love their innocence and imagination and sense of wonder. It seems that the more time goes on- children lose all of that sooner and sooner in their lives. But you are an exception- you never did lose yours. That’s why you were able to see my siblings. That’s why you’re able to see me.” Rayth smiled fondly at him as she turned from kneading her dough before she turned back to it and once she was done she washed her hands before Floki left the pig to roast as he came up behind her and gently hugged her from behind. 

“What are you doing?” Rayth asked. 

“Hugging you, it’s been a long time since you got a hug, everyone needs a hug every now and then.” Floki answered and Rayth was touched by how pure this gesture was and how gentle his soul had become in his relatively mature age before she turned and hugged him back. 

“Thank you Floki.” She whispered before the pig began to burn which broke them up before they returned to their tasks of making a meal together. 

“So you’re able to see them then? To talk to those who have passed on?” Floki asked as they ate their meal together. Rayth graciously taking a bite of the roasted pig but not wanting any more than that. 

“Yes, even though you are spiritual, you are still mortal. You can see spirit beings when they choose to be seen by you. But otherwise, this is as close to the spirit realm that you can ever be in your living state.” Rayth explained as she looked up to the light filtering through the leaves in the ceiling for emphasis. 

“Wait, the spirit world, is just right up there?” Floki realized. 

“Yes, but again, you can try to look but it will blind your eyes, you can try to touch but it will deaden any limbs you put through the leaves. You can try to hear- but you’ll go deaf. But there is a way to sense them, come.” Rayth invited as she took his hand again and brought him to a room that was clearly an alter of some kind where there was a stump, carved with living and moving designs that were almost hypnotic.  

“Come,” Rayth invited as she had him stand on the stump with her before she took his hands and hand him reach up simply place his hands on the leaves, pushing up into them ever so gently but not pushing through the canopy at all before Rayth seemed to call and whisper- her mouth moving but his ears could barely hear what she said but he felt what she was saying in his body- in his bones like the sounds she was making were moving through him before he felt a little hand press against his in the foliage- like feeling it through a cloth. 

‘Hi Daddy,’ came a message directly into his brain- in his daughter’s perfect little voice before his other hand felt another hand touch it, this one bigger, it was Helga. 

‘Floki’ came his wife’s voice, she was laughing yet crying and so happy to be so close to him again, yet so far. 

“There, the connection is stable, take as long as you need.” Rayth told him before she had vines grow down from the canopy to help support his body and his arms so his body didn’t strain to stay as connected as possible before she left to give him privacy. 

[zahraalgernon]

OC GUSHING ( accepting ! )

@citrus-himmel​​ said:

🖊 + Loki :3

Lorelei dek Percival

  Loki, the one and only-- I fucking love Loki, probably one of my most developed characters and they essentially started out as a beta Zoro/Nami mix. When I first made them, I had no idea why they had eternal youth, who they were, what their history was, why they were related to snakes, etc. I started with their name, their devil fruit, them being non-binary, and the fact they were a beta Zoro/Nami mix.       With research about the Orochi fruit and seeing it more, I eventually got that to be the reason for their eternal youth-- They were also a faster pretty early on, with them not eating originally being something dealing with cannibalism. I remember I wanted them to be a sort of ‘ doesn’t eat but when they do, they devour people around them ’ which although that’s not how it is anymore-- It still does transfer over with one of their Orochi heads. I ended up going with Alabasta as their place of origin because their name got that snakey feel in addition to being long as hell--relating to Ancient Egyptian pharaoh names feeling like just...keysmashes.        Them being a beta Zoro/Nami came into part with them being quite lazy and napping a lot while also acting as sort of the second in command of the ship with Monkey D. Embla. Additionally, they were the navigator. Loki initially joined to just lead the (at the time) two people to Alabasta. They then got dragged along and sort of forced to travel for the rest of the time.        Their hatred of Dressrosa and the Donquixotes came after I made Donquixote Lucinda. It sorta set in place as an inverse parallel to present time where Vivi and Rebecca are presumed to have a good working relation while Loki/Alabastan royaly and Lucinda/Dressrosan royalty had a horrible relation. There’s also the fact that Loki got toy’d by Lucinda, and that just wasn’t the best for healing that imbalance.        The relationship between Loki and specifically Vinsmoke Sinclair is relatively new. The idea of what Loki is and what they could have become if they actually took over the throne is very similar to Sinclair. And although Loki never witnessed them-self become King of Alabastan, they got that feeling from Sinclair. That relation when they first met. That allowed Sinclair to sort of push a little further till he eventually decided to jumble sections of their memories. In a way Loki doesn’t hate Sinclair, or at least theoretically they wouldn’t, yet they still do. It’s just an interesting relationship I want to look into more.

[quellthefire]

The Avengers and their Starbucks orders

@pookiethefrickinbunn and i are fucking nerds and came up with a list of what everyone would order. feel free to add on the characters we missed!

Nick Fury gets a caramel macchiato, extra drizzle. He will side eye you so hard if you skimp out on the drizzle.

Tony orders a black coffee or if the cafe isn’t too busy, he’ll ask for a french press of his favorite roast. When he needs to finish a project he sends one of his bots for 15 shots of ristretto espresso over ice and he chugs that thing so fast.

Steve orders a grande blonde flat white, extra shot with 1 raw sugar. He’s the regular that everyone loves and the baristas start making his drink as soon as they see him about to walk through the door.

Peter gets whatever fruity frappuccino is on special in the summertime, and gets a vanilla bean frap if there’s no limited time drinks. He loves posting pictures on instagram.

Nat orders a london fog latte. She absolutely knows if you missed a pump of vanilla in there, and none of the baristas can figure out how she can tell just from the taste.

Bucky and Clint both get tall black coffees because it’s cheap and simple. Clint has a gold card and gets his money’s worth in free refills, while Bucky sips on his cup of coffee for hours.

Bruce likes the green tea latte with 2 pumps of classic. He’s super kind to the new baristas who fuck up his drink occasionally.

Loki orders a venti milk steamer with 1 pump of every syrup in it. He loves watching the look of extreme concern on the face of whoever’s ringing up his drink as they realize he’s serious.

Thor likes the vanilla sweet cream cold brew. Someone turns him on to nitro and he becomes obsessed with it. One day he drinks like 8 grande nitros and keeps accidentally shocking people from all the lightning running through his body.

Pepper likes the violet drink, but Tony forgets and always orders her a pink drink. She politely thanks him and gives her secretary the strawberry-laden drink when he’s not looking.

Happy fucking loves the caramel ribbon crunch frappuccino, but if anyone comments on it, he pours it over their head and walks away wordlessly.

Sam always orders a water with a splash of mango dragon fruit juice and a lemon loaf to go with it. He’s so silently annoyed whenever the barista on register forgets his lemon loaf, but won’t say anything.

May always gets a mint majesty tea or a honey citrus mint tea if she’s feeling sick.

Scott orders an iced white mocha because he panicked the first time he went in and didn’t know what to get, but he actually really likes it and refuses to try any other drinks now.

Peter Quill orders a strawberry frappuccino, extra strawberry puree. The baristas always hook him up with extra whip too.

T’challa is a chai guy all the way. Iced in the summertime, hot in the fall, and he asks for extra cinnamon powder.

And Stephen Strange orders long shots of espresso and stares straight at the barista on bar as they pull the shots. He walks away silently after receiving the drink.

[tarithenurse]

All is fair in Love & War - 5

Pairing: Loki x reader Content: Everything. We’re talking violence and killing (though not detailed), angsting, illness, fluffing, scheming, master/pet, citrus fruits (one sided...but detailed), probably a lot more. But hey! No swearing! A/N: This is a semi-AU in the sense that it is in a sort of medieval/fairy-tale setting, but Loki and MCU’s version of Nordic mythology still applies. I’ve taken the liberty of tagging people who’ve reposted, but if you do want a tag pls let me know.

5. Limits

You hear the shouting but cannot be bothered to look around for what is happening. Only when the noises turn to screams do you attempt to sit up although each movement makes your head pound and spin. It takes a few tries and by then it is quieting down again but you still struggle to open your eyes that have begun crusting together, dry like your mouth and throat from too long without anything to drink. Squinting through the haze, you can see someone slumped on the floor in the hallway. Is the place under attack? Slurred thoughts dance in and out of your mind, constantly eluding focus although a part of you attempts a certain optimism in the midst of your weakened condition. Perhaps the Midgardian forces have been able to finally move past Loki’s defenses? Someone will find you, bring you home? They can’t. The rejection surprises you, although not as much as your own silent laughter, and you collapse back into the bed just as someone enters the room.

The voice is familiar. Strangely comforting. Gentle hands examine you and lift you into the arms of the person. Black hair. Soft words are cooed as encouragement to cooperate, but they are not needed as you neither can nor want to resist as a glass is pushed to your lips and the cool content dribbles in. Greedily you suck at the rim, slurping the liquid into you as if your life depends on it…which it does. That is why you whine as your caretaker stops administering the drink.

“Mmm-mo…” Despite your efforts, your voice falters.

The man, because it is a man, has understood you anyways. “I know, but we must take care, pet. It seems  you have gone too long without wet or dry and we do not whish for you to get worse.” He returns you to the warm embrace of the furs, allowing you to drift in and out of sleep.

Each time you wake he is there. Tending the fire, proffering sweetened water and later broth for you to drink…or simply sitting by the bedside watching over you. As your health returns, so too does the knowledge of what has happened and who is playing nurse. It should make you wary. Instead it comforts you. Soon, you can sit up in bed unaided and eat solid meals which Loki himself brings you, and you actively strife to regain you strength through exercise in the brief moments the captor and guardian leaves the chamber.

It is after one of these intervals, where Loki has been gone for a while, that you decide to find out what happened. He has brought paper and thin, bark-wrapped sticks of charcoal for you to practice your writing while he himself sits nose deep in a book. Crooked letters and raw sketches of people only you remember litters the page before you…however, one is a figure slumped against the wall.

“Lo-your highness?” No fault in staying on his good side. He hums in a manner you interpret as a go-ahead. “When you came back…what was happening? Was the keep under attack?”

Green eyes bore into you as if to discern what you know, but eventually his face transforms into an emotionless mask. “It was not,” he offers coldly, “however I expect any servant of mine to follow my commands. Failure to do so has consequences.”

“But the screaming, sire?” The small hairs on your arms and neck are standing to attention.

The smirk is dark. Gruesome. “Consequences.” Closing the book, he puts it down and comes to sit on the edge of the bed. “Understand this, my pet, although my servants do not understand much of what I do or why, they have been warned never to disobey me or mistreat anything belonging to me.” A cold hand pushes a strand of escaped hair away for your face. “Those at fault have been punished to set an example for the rest to understand that I, their new master, will tolerate nothing less than pure loyalty.”

As frightening as the words are, coming from a monster with the powers of a god, it is something else that catches your attention. “New master?”

The chuckle is surprisingly warm. “Yes. Do you recall we spoke of the Aesir-Jötun War?” You nod. “After the death of Laufey, someone else was sent to rule Jotunheim under the watchful eye of Odin. To ease the transition, a descendant of Laufey, but one who had lived his entire life in Asgard, was chosen. In blood from Jotunheim. In allegiance…to Asgard.”

The schemes of royalty and their rich allies had never been something you spent much time considering. Things were as the were and you could do nothing to influence the events either way. Still, listening to Loki, you can see the strategical value in the choice. You can also see that his whish to be called king is not as far from the truth as you had hoped because the king of Asgard would undoubtedly back up the claim.

“That’s where you went while you were gone…back to Asgard…”

Reaching over, Loki takes the writing tools from you and puts them aside on the dresser before returning to his spot. He sits in silence. Perhaps he’s contemplating what to say? You can feel his gaze burning on any part of you that is visible from the furs as if he is evaluating your condition, assessing the effect of the treatment he is subjecting you to – successfully. Though still emaciated, there is a healthy glow to your skin and your body is beginning to seem a bit fuller. Not much, but enough to help you stay warm, stay awake. He has taken better care of you than you would have expected when he first caught you.

When Loki finally speaks, it is with a severity that startles you. “[Y/N], what are your thoughts on the war between our nations?” His hand is resting on the fur where your knee is hidden beneath.

It is strange to hear your name on his lips, but that (as well as other of the names he calls you) is becoming endearing. “I…” You pause, because frankly you do not know what to think anymore. “It seems that I don’t know all there’s to know…” An image of a commander sleeping in a tent stirs in your memories. “That we, us common soldiers, haven’t been told the…the entire truth.”

Instead of pulling away when he reaches for your hand, you allow him to run his thumb over the knuckles while he talks about the journey that he has been on to visit outposts and fortify the defenses at the front, to meet with allies and spies to attain information crucial to the campaign. According to the god, things are going well, and the Midgardian armies have been forced to retreat in many areas with a minimum of losses on both sides. Perhaps he’s lying, you think, but a part of you objects at that notion. From the little you have seen just of Jotunheim, the hosts at Utgard alone would make short work of the scattered companies trying to cross the border.

You fall asleep to his soothing voice, drifting into a dreamless slumber peacefully.

…   LOKI’s POV   …

[Y/N]’s breathing has slowed to a steady rhythm long ago, but he still finds himself sitting on the edge of the bed, holding her thin hand. I should not be this soft. And yet, how can he not want to care for this fragile, little creature that she is?

The moment he decided to spare her life, to turn her against her own king and utilize her, he also knew that he would have to treat her much kinder than it would be appropriate in the eyes of his own people. Violence and mistreatment would not be the way to get her to do his bidding. The fierce stubbornness should be guided, not be broken…it is too endearing anyways. And that there is the problem. Somewhere, during her time as his captive, he had begun to see her as more than just a tool and a body he normally would ravish, take repeatedly until he would grow bored and then throw away. The day he returned and saw what his servants had done, he had feared for the Midgardian’s life and it had sent him into a fit of rage. A desperate panic had fueled the violence as he sought out every single one of the people responsible for [Y/N]’s care. And after he was done with them and had tended to the woman’s immediate needs, he had scoured the palace for any who had known of the disobedience. He saw to it personally that they were tied up in the courtyard and then he flogged them. The message could not be clearer: do not betray your king’s trust.

A sigh escapes the sleeping woman, bringing him back to the present. Turning in her sleep, she holds on to his hand and a tiny smile graces her full lips for the first time. She may be a mortal, but the power she is beginning to hold over Loki is unsettling and he knows he will have to do something about it.

…   READER’s POV   …

Day by day you grow stronger and take to pacing the room and seeking any other sort of exercise possible within the chamber. Naturally, it cannot stay hidden from Loki for long, but he seems pleased with your initiative rather then scolding you for pushing yourself and he even walks beside you the length of the corridor and back several times to study your prowess. Dark patches stain the floor as though pools of dark liquid have seeped into the wood, and you try not to think of what it must be from although you know beyond a doubt. Frighteningly, your captor seems not to be the slightest bothered by it. His eyes are fixed on your form sweating under the sudden change in activity, and when your legs threaten to give out under you, he is there to hold you in an almost tender embrace.

“Well done, my pet,” he beams at you with sparkling eyes, “I believe you deserve a reward.”

Without further ado, he lifts you in his arms as though you weigh no more than a kitten and carries you all the way to the bathing hall where he perches you in one of the chairs before calling for water.

Since you were left to die in your room, this is the first time you see anyone else besides Loki and you cannot help to feel a certain apprehension as the servants begin to hurry to and from with buckets of steaming water, but none of them dare glance as you as long as their master is present.

The door closes behind the last one, leaving you alone and safe with the god. I shouldn’t feel safe. Yet, you do…until he stoops by you to remove your shawl. Clinging to it, you are painfully aware how little strength you have left to oppose him, but rather than enforce his will with violence he kneels to meet your frightened gaze.

“I understand, little one, but you have nothing to fear.” Slowly, he reaches to cup you cheek in his cold palm so gently that you find yourself leaning into his touch. “Allow me to help you.”

This time you do not object when he begins to undress you, carefully avoiding touching your bare skin until you sit before him completely naked, arms pressed against your chest to shield your self from his eyes as much as the prickling air. With a quick movement he lifts you like a child once more, holding you so close against his chest that his heartbeat is strong through the silk of his blouse in the few seconds it takes to carry you to the large tub.

A sigh escapes you as the warm water engulfs you, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. For a moment that is your entire world: the scalding cocoon of liquid and Loki’s hand still supporting your back. You can hear him rummage with the bottles of scented oils and soon the aromas of pine needles and lavender fills the air around you, luring you to relax and lean back with closed eyes. A part of you prompts you to cover yourself while the god washes your face and hair before moving along the shoulders to each arm with lazy circles of a sponge.

“Move forward so I can scrub your back.”

Silently, you obey, gripping the rims of the tub for support as you press against your thighs to rest the chin on the knobbly knees. There’s soft splashing of water and you feel the waves kiss your face, still it is not before you feel two strong limbs slither past you on either side in the tub that you realize that Loki is sitting behind you, his legs barely grazing you skin. A hot fear rolls over you, stealing your breath in the process. Flashes of memories present themselves in quick succession: the tight grip on a throat, wandering fingers across breasts, and the hard erection pressed against comparatively small body. But it is the sponge that touches upon your back, stroking in lazy circles to allow the oils and herbs in the water to affect the tense muscles.

At some point, he hands you the sponge, prompting you to clean the last areas. Happy to be allowed to see to cleaning your private parts, you do as you are told, deciding in turn not to object as cool hands massage your shoulders. Somehow, as your own hands move downwards, you find yourself leaning into Loki’s embrace, smothering a moan of appreciation at the sensation of his chest against your bare back. Reaching between the folds at your core, you cannot be bothered to be surprised at the slickness there that not even the water can completely rinse away. I shouldn’t want this…but it is needless to chastise yourself for the smoldering need and growing trust that has arisen between you and the god.

Strong hands move to your hips, pulling you flush against him with no effort to even attempt hiding the stiff cock that presses into your lower back, coaxing a tiny gasp from you. Cradling your head, he lowers it to his shoulder, granting a view of your body disappearing into the milky waters.

“Let me –” a soft kiss on your jaw punctuates the sentence – “make you –“ this time the kiss lands below your ear – “feel –“ on your shoulder – “good.” The last kiss is on your neck, making you sigh in delight.

Loki is surprisingly gentle as he explores your curves. The big hands that have grabbed with near untamed strength on other occasions are now stroking and massaging every inch of skin, often favouring your breasts and the tender nipples that happily perk in response to his ministrations. The first soft moan escapes you when cool finger dance on a hidden path from hip to apex of your thighs. A shudder of anticipation and apprehension runs through you as Loki strokes along the folds while nudging your legs apart with the other hand before it returns to cup your breast.

The god is skilled with his hands. Playing you like an instrument, he soon has you creating the most sinful sounds and arching under his touch as waves of delight rolls through you each time he strokes, circles or adds pressure all the right places. More often than not, he slips a couple of the long fingers inside your burning core to find new ways of calling forth waves of growing sensitivity. Your own hands can find no rest until you bury your fingers in the black tresses to pull yourself closer to him and you feel a growl reverberate in his chest, feel his cock twitch against your back. Whatever the simple action has released in Loki, you feel the shift in his body and in the way he holds you tighter while kissing and nibbling at your neck before finding your lips.

That’s how you topple over the precipice. Lips locked in a first kiss, his arm possessively holding you to his chest, and his finger playing with every nerve of your core. You ride out the orgasm on his hand. Each guttural moan swallowed greedily by the god.

…

What have I done?

Somehow, you had managed to fall asleep after Loki had carried you back to your room, but you woke up before sunrise and found yourself unable to chase away the many self-reprimanding thoughts that woke with you.

Pulling the shawl closer around the shoulders, you dig the last embers free from under the ashes and add kindling with practiced hands. Soon, the flames are dancing eating happily off the firewood, casting long shadows that leap and dance with each flicker. I shouldn’t have let him.

Dressing yourself is bothersome due to the silly ribbons and impractically flowy sleeves (even though you’ve carefully chosen a dress with as little embellishment as possible. If this is the fashion of noble women, then you are more than happy to remain a plain girl from the country side. In the little village by the quarry, there is no room for these delicate fabrics and frilly laces. I should never have left – look at me now!

Then you make the bed and sit to practice the writing, carefully tracing each letter to spell out your name, Midgard, the capital Sjöblik, and Jotunheim (although you are fairly certain you must have gotten that one wrong: J-O-O-T-U-N-H-A-Y-M). Running out of names, you start scribbling your thoughts onto the paper, allowing your memories of home to guide you until you grow frustrated with your own lack of speed. Words are slow and clumsy, you feel, and the charcoal begins a different dance across the page to depict the jagged mountains so high that the snow never leaves the pinnacles. The darkness of the forest skirting the slopes rubs onto your fingers, finds the fine lines of your hands to nestle in before becoming smudges on anything you touch. Filthy.

The part of you that is an obedient Midgardian who has been raised to serve her king unquestionably feels a suffocating guilt that makes the bile turn in your stomach. As long as you remember, everything in your life has been a question of what the king needs to secure the country. Your father worked for many years in the quarry together with your two older brothers until the captain came to the village and drafted them to the war. But the king needed his taxes regardless, so your mother took over her husbands work while you kept tending to the livestock (both your own and the rest of the villagers’).

It wasn’t enough.

Next year when the tax collectors came, they took the old cow, the handful of sheep and all but one scrawny chicken. Unless you could get to town regularly to buy food, then you would have to hunt or fish. But hunting was forbidden, and even if you had had the money the town was too far away. So you went to the quarry with your mother one morning, and while the workers went to their daily task, you sought ought the foreman hoping to be accepted as a day labourer. That’s when it happened. The rumble of falling stones overpowered every other sound, the earth shook, and you knew. You just…knew. You did not need to run to the site of the collapse for any other reason that find the one or two survivors. Without warning you were alone.

That’s why you had left to join the king’s army. Maybe, you had thought, you would be lucky to find your father or brothers or at least get news of them. Were they even alive? As it turned out, the probably weren’t because the battalions they had been in had been unsuccessful in their raids of what had been called the reclamation of Midgardian territory in the north.

Now you know better.

Well, if I can trust what Loki says.

If only you could find out more. Words spoken many months ago come back on dark wings. What once sounded like a threat from the god is now becoming a promise, a viable option to consider: become a tool, a spy to gain access where Loki or other of his allies cannot to learn what the Midgardian king and his supporters are plotting. Find the truth.