#olafsdottir

[evilhorse]

Don’t even think about calling him.

(Power Girl Special #1)

[bearforceone3]

finished an old sketch i had

[huariqueje]

Purification    -    Asdis Olafsdottir

Icelandic , b. 1977 -

50 x 60 cm.

[mmepastel]

In extremis avant la fin de l’année, j’ai un de mes plus gros coups de cœur de lecture de 2023 avec -encore- Audur Ava Ólafsdóttir et son Éden !

Il s’agit de cultiver son jardin… comme Voltaire le préconisait il y a longtemps, phrase qu’elle paraphrase et prête à d’autres écrivains dans le roman… (ou bien ces autres citations existent vraiment et je ne les connaissais pas ? Hypothèse plus crédible)

Plus libre que jamais, l’autrice nous emmène dans un genre de fable enchantée. Elle a l’air de se promener avec son héroïne placide (tout le monde lui parle mais elle répond très peu, ce qui est déconcertant, comique et assez puissant à l’arrivée, j’ai trouvé), de passer du coq-à-l’âne, de digresser, mais un vrai itinéraire se trace, mine de rien.

Alba, l’héroïne assez taiseuse et pourtant amoureuse des mots (elle est linguiste et attache un intérêt infini à ceux-ci, leur étymologie, leur évolution, leur déclinaison, leurs échos…), évolue grandement du début à la fin du récit. Le langage et ses racines, les arbres et les leurs… drôle d’écho et de paradoxe. Au début du récit, Alba parcours le monde en avion pour participer à des colloques sur les langues menacées d’extinction. Mais dans ce monde, très moderne, le dérèglement climatique s’impose à elle. L’Islande a trop de vent pour posséder beaucoup d’arbres, et ceux qui ont peu de racines sont vite menacés. Et pour sauver des langues, elle alourdit son empreinte carbone ! Elle procède à un calcul et réalise qu’il lui faut planter 5600 arbres pour compenser ce qu’elle inflige à la planète. Elle aime toujours les mots, mais elle semble aimer de façon croissante le silence. Hop, changement de vie, face à son père perplexe et à sa sœur bavarde et assommante de questions. Elle garde le cap. Fait fi de rumeurs concernant une liaison tapageuse. Se tait, agit.

Avec beaucoup d’humour, de poésie et une forme d’optimisme résolu (bienvenu en ces temps catastrophistes anxiogènes), on assiste à sa mutation. Elle devient semeuse ; semeuse de mots : dans son nouveau hameau où elle a acheté une petite maison (plus petite que son appartement de la capitale !), elle dépose ses livres de linguistique à l’épicerie solidaire. Contre toute attente, ses livres séduisent et circulent ; tous ces gens prétendument peu cultivés se passionnent pour les mots et en redemandent). Elle sème aussi dans son jardin, ou plutôt elle plante bouleaux et mélèzes, un érable symboliquement important, répare une serre pour d’autres cultures, construit lentement mais sûrement un mur de pierres pour protéger ses plants du vent. Elle sème la langue islandaise au hameau qui a accueilli des migrants, et se prend d’affection pour un jeune homme qu’elle va prendre sous son aile. Par ces petits gestes, elle réenchante sa vie et celle de ceux qui l’entourent sans perdre de son œil acéré. Elle se réinvente et donne au lecteur une immense bouffée d’air frais, extrêmement appréciable, revigorante. Elle se place au centre de son existence comme si elle arrangeait son environnement autour d’elle. Pas pour être importante, mais pour être au cœur de quelque chose de vivant, en faire partie, être à l’intérieur d’un tout.

Cette lecture fait du bien, à partager sans modération, on est loin de risquer l’overdose d’optimisme en ce moment, ce serait bête de se priver.

[machiavxlli]

Open Starter

Open to: M/F/NB Muse: Yrsa Olafsdottir, 23 - 25 years old, Witch/Huntress, Pansexual I will make a new post for any replies! DO NOT LIKE THIS STARTER PLEASE! READ MY RULES BEFORE INTERACTING!

Summary: Based on this - Second point !

"Come to kill me finally?" The witch taunted as she set eyes on them. She figured that sooner or later they would have to perform their duty, to honor they oath they had taken. Or perhaps this would be like all other times, when the two would end up tangled together in bed. The blonde eyed them from where she stood. Her hands fiddled with the knife, tracing the handle. Yrsa waited for their next move, and silently hoped it would be what she expected.

[chaosrisingverse]

ARIAS TORASON, eighteen

ALIAS | Ísnum

FAMILY | Tora Olafsdottir aka Ice (mother), (siblings tba)

ENDGAME SHIP | Sylvan ‘Syl’ Ortega

ORIENTATION | bisexual, cis man

POWERS / ABILITIES / EQUIPMENT

POWERS | Cyrokinesis,Flight, Superhuman Strength, Weather Manipulation (via Ice-Magic)

ABILITIES | Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced), Multilingual

EQUIPMENT | n / a

FACECLAIM | Hunter Doohan

PINTEREST | Arias

[lesgensdeslivreslisent]

-Je n’ai pas pu m’empêcher de remarquer la manière dont tu abordes les livres, poursuit-il. Tu en choisis un, tu lis le début, tu le feuillettes, tu lis à nouveau quelques lignes. Puis tu passes les pages à toute vitesse jusqu’à la dernière et là, tu lis la fin. Après tu le reposes à sa place sur l’étagère, tu prends le suivant, et tu recommences. Il est très rare que nos lecteurs suivent l’ordre des livres sur les rayonnages.

Auður Ava Olafsdottir, Miss Islande

[dcsnextgaycharacter]

[polkadotmotmot]

Asdis Olafsdottir - Untitled, 2023

[woozapooza]

Incomplete list of minor Sopranos characters I want to know more about:

Birgit Olafsdottir, the tennis instructor who was blatantly hitting on Adriana

Janine Cammarata, Carmela’s cousin’s wife who, upon meeting a dental hygienist (Jessica, the woman Carmela set Furio up with), immediately started talking about how she finds going to the dentist erotic

The “fuck you, Santa” child

Saskia Kupferberg

Alexandra Lupertazzi

Dale, the manager of Totally Not Starbucks who was unfazed by Patsy and Burt trying to shake him down

Ambujam, Meadow’s friend who came with her to catch Jackie Jr. cheating

Will Arnett’s character, Agent Ciccerone’s husband who definitely has a name but I don’t remember what it is and I don’t really care because he’s just Will Arnett to me

Michael K. Williams’ character whose name I also don’t remember

The woman who’s with Mahaffey in the pilot when Tony and Christopher attack him, then later in the episode she’s in bed with Christopher (I didn’t realize it was the same woman until I listened to Talking Sopranos; apparently there was a scene of her flirting with Christopher that got cut)

Father Obosi, the priest Carmela talks to in “Amour Fou”

Dr. Sam Reis, the family therapist who, when Melfi and her ex-husband are arguing about whether she should treat "Patient X," chimes in to boast about having a distant connection to Murder Incorporated

Richie Aprile’s possibly gay, definitely ballroom-dancing son

[bearforceone3]

this was just supposed to be a sketch, honest

[lazyrants]

The Big Season One Review!

Original airdate: August 16, 2004 - May 18, 2006

Story by Magnus Scheving, Mo Williems, Inger Le Gue, Matthew Donlan, Martin Cartlon, Hanna Maja, Rocky Garibaldi, Tom K. Mason, Dan Danko, Mike Weiss, Ole Olsen Steen, Mani Svavarrson, Adam Peltzman

Written by Noah Zachary, Cole Louie, Magnus Scheving, Ken Pontac, Rocky Garibaldi, Adam Peltzman, Steve Feldman, Scott Gray

Directed by Magnus Scheving, Jonathan Judge, Raymond P. Le Gue, Rufus Scott Church

Executive producers - Magnus Scheving, Ragnheidur Melsted, Raymond P. Le Gue, Mark Read, Brown Johnson, Kay Wilson Stallings

Starring Magnus Scheving, Stefan Karl Steffanson, Julianna Rose Mauriello, Kristjana Sæunn Olafsdottir

Puppeteers - Gudmondor Thor Karason, Jodi Eichelberger, David Matthew Feldman, Julie Westwood, Sarah Burgess, Amanda Maddock

 I finished LazyTown's first season today and it was a wild expierence.

With thirty-five episodes that structure around the plot, they all have a different formula. Some are captivating and some aren't like those dreaded clip shows, which didn't add any value to the season, except 'Dear Diary'. The story of this season is non-existent. There are no arcs which makes for a much better watching experience.

The characters are the brains and minds of LazyTown and they are all relatable, essentially, everyone is a part of us. This makes for a relatable season, so that whenever a character learns a lesson, WE learn that lesson. Every show does need a good role model, and Stephanie & Sportacus are the two role models of this season. They are perfect, and every boy and girl should strive to be like them! Every one has their own issues, and that's good! A character should never be perfect.

The production of the season is up and down. With re-used shots all over the place, mediocre green screens in the first few episodes, it makes them a bit dreadful to watch, but the season's editing gets better and better over time. As with the CGI shots of the airship and town, those are actually very good, but more detail is needed sometimes.

The music of the season is very mixed with different genres - pop, blues, and so much more. The music is so energetic and captivating that you have to listen to every song hundreds of times, and that's why it takes so long to watch these episodes. If Mani wasn't hired to make the music for this show it'd be horrible!

The humour of the season is definetly some of the funniest, with some of the episodes getting a 10/10 because of this. Most of the jokes are just super simple and nothing too complex so the audience can understand it, and it works out for everyone! Everyone laughs, giggles, smiles, chuckles. The show delivers you the message straight-forwardly with no filler and with tons of comedy.

Now, while this season's characters and editing had their flaws, it still makes for a very enjoyable season. Time well spent.

In order to celebrate the fact I finished this season, visit https://tinyurl.com/wrapmegamix for the megamix composer Mani Svavarsson made to celebrate the fact the season's filming finished.

Favourite episodes

I - Records Day

II - New Superhero: Part 2

III - Sportafake

IV - Sleepless in LazyTown

IIV - Rottenbeard

Overall rating

261.25/350

[i-mybrunettelady]

1, 5, 6 and 10 for Eirene :3

EIRENE!! god i need to play her more. thief is fun when i actually play it.

q1. Why did they choose their profession?

she was drawn to the acrobatics of it. she'd always been a nimble child, had excess energy growing up, so high energy thief combat styles suited her best when she grew up and was old enough to start training to hunt, back when she was still eirene olafsdottir.

5. Is there anything atypical about their usage of their profession? If so, what?

she doesn't use her stealth to actually steal. she's never stolen anything in her life - barring when she was icebrooded by jormag, when she did a lot of things she regrets - she just uses it as a pretty fast-paced combat style that requires precision and, well, stealth.

6. How are they regarded by others of their profession?

given the fact that she was caught as an icebrooded, ex-owl shaman sometime during the second third of the icebrood saga, not very favorably. few people view eirene favorably. she wasn't well known outside norn circles beforehand either, but what fame she did have as a shaman and something of a community leader went down the drain, alongside any reputation she might've had with the other thieves.

this doesn't mean she's a bad one, mind; it's just that people will always remember her mistake.

10: What’s the most impressive assassination (if they’ve ever performed one) that they’ve ever pulled off?

one of the largest remaining svanir leaders post jormag's fall. and she did so with little outside help, falling on her old deadeye tactics from her time as an icebrooded person, one of the last times she used a rifle since her exile from the norn community. she also managed to take down other prominent members of that particular group in the same assassination.

[mudaship39]

Kanai Makoa Latu/Attahua Kamalani Latu

A Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika Oceanic demigod 

The Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character is born a demigod/demigoddess and is later given divinity to become a god/goddess/mahu deity. After being chosen as a champion of a more senior god/goddess and underwent trials as a hero. It was trials hard for even a metahuman and superhuman cuz divinity to them should not be easily given in this world. As a demigod they only had power over a few elements thanks to family bloodline. Only when they were given divinity did they unlock most of the elements to use as a deity. They were chosen by Tiʻitiʻi to be his champion and chosen one as a hero.

Descendent of Namaka a Polynesian Hawaiian water goddess, Chinese god Hou Yi, an unknown Tongan god rediscovered after reconnecting after post cultural genocide, and Amaterasu a Japanese sky goddess 

They are a mahu demigod of the art and sciences. They are a new era god/goddess of the elements.

Even as a demigod and alien hybrid they needed to prove worthy as a champion and hero. They underwent tests. The demigod trial was a physical and spiritual trial. The alien hybrid trial was an emotional and intellectual trial. During these trials they still had their powers. Trials are difficult and made harder than normal since they are a demigod metahuman and alien hybrid superhuman superhero. The divine trials they go through as a demigod to be given divinity as a hero and champion. Their valor, heroism, and selflessness was tested. The reason they go through as an alien hybrid was to… After the demigod trial. They were given divinity. After the alien hybrid trial. The reward given to them was… Their…was tested. After the tests and trials they learned a lot about themselves as a person and grew as a person. Even as a hero they had to learn about their powers and why they were given them.

Kanai Makoa Latu/Attahua Kamalani Latu or Kalani the fakaleiti or mahu deity of storms. They are usually laughing as a trickster, comedian, & jokester. They were born as a mahu demigod with power over air, mist, smoke, fog, water, snow, & ice and demigoddess with power over earth, wood, stone, metal, fire, magma, lava, lightning, thunder, & storms. They are a god of philosophy, business, and law and goddess of magic, dreams, resurrection, and prophecy. They are divinely beautiful. They have brown skin the color of polished oak, brown eyes the color of new forged copper, & short black hair color of the night sky. They are very tall, broad shouldered, & very muscular. They wear stylized gold and ruby colored chainmail, metal, and leather full plate armor. They usually wear a hooded cloak that is dyed gray-blue over their full plated armor. They are a titan and titaness associated with friendship, brotherhood, valor, honor, and strength. They are associated with weapons, armor, and shields. Their followers who are magic users are distinguished by the shrines they have in their homes and the charms they wear on their armor. Their followers who are magic users are distinguished by their magical tattoos and the robes they wear. There are a respectable amount of offerings of food, water, tea, incense, and liquor to them on islands. There are a large number of statues of him/her/them in most villages. They are many myths about their polyamorous relationship with Diona Artemis Megalos (the daughter of Ares and Athena),  Atlantean demigod Olle (who is the daughter of a goddess of the ocean), Aesir Asgardianand Vanir hybrid Ylva Helga Olafsdottir, and Carina Bellona Ragorio (the daughter of Mars and Venus) who are both goddesses of justice, heroism, love, & beauty. They are known to sometimes place obstacles in the way of villains as a demigod of fog and mist. They are known to challenge mortal warriors. There are myths involving their enduring friendship with certain mortal artists and storytellers. They as a demigod granted full godhood divinity and immortality are the great grandchild of namaka the Hawaiian water goddess, Chinese god Hou Yi, and Amateratsu  a Japanese sky goddess. 

[thewarriorspecial]

Making Her Squirm

*Archive Edition* Previously only linked to AO3, full work now available under the cut.

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Rating: Explicit | Guy Gardner/Tora Olafsdottir

Additional Tags: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, vanilla stuff this time folks

"Something fearless in your eyes Something careless about your smile Something fragile when you hold your breath And when you move You move right through me" --"Underwater", Delerium

Guy was an antagonizer. He loved making Tora squirm. The redder she got, the better and if he pissed her off she craved his touch. It was probably toxic but Guy wasn’t exactly into healthy shit. What was fun that was healthy? Running laps? Coffee with no sugar? Salad? 

Nah, what feels good is fighting, fucking, and drinking too much. What tases good is beer, waffles, and pussy. If Guy played his cards right tonight he’d have all of the above by morning. He just had to pry her out of her room so they could play.

“C’mon Tora, this’ll be fun. Lemme take you for a ride!” Guy hollered through her door. Why was she always closing doors? If she’d just let him in he wouldn’t have to push so hard.

“Take me where?” She had her back against the door, arms folded. She kept the door locked now that he had felt entitled to just let himself in when she was in the shower.

“You know,” he said, waving his hands about, “Around. Out. We could use some air. Let’s get away from this place.” Away from Bea and her always running mouth. Hater.

“You’re not gonna take me somewhere full of bears and try and wrestle them this time?” She distinctly remembered the camping incident.

“No. No bears. Just us and the open road.” Chrissakes. One Yogi bear comes sniffing around their pick-a-nick basket and suddenly camping was off the list. They’re not even that big. And he didn’t wrestle it; he picked it up and put it down somewhere else, NBD.

Mercifully, she finally opened the door a crack, her lovely blue eyes peeking up at him. “You promise you won’t drive too fast?”

“Yes!” Guy hissed and pumped his fist, “Promise!” 

Tora bit her lip as she mulled it over. Guy’s excited grin bordered on insane. She sighed as she looked him up and down. He could be such a cantankerous pain in the ass but he was so good behind closed doors, sweet and well behaved even. 

“C’mon, doll I see you thinking about it,” he leaned on the door and flexed, “I see you thinking about me.”

Her eyes went straight for the bait. God she loved watching his body work. She was always asking for his help moving heavy things for no good reason. She wanted to be able to just admit it. What she really wanted was to be the easy girl he was looking for. She wanted to skip this whole date bullshit and just drag him inside. She just felt like she wasn’t…supposed to? Like he would just hop off to the next girl if she gave it up too fast. But that doesn’t make sense. If she was putting out, why would he work for someone else? And wasn’t that it? He was supposed to work for it? 

“Hmm…” she thought out loud. She shifted her weight, rolling her shoulders forward which pushed her cleavage up. Guy’s eyes quickly snapped down and back up to hers as he licked his lips unconsciously. He looked hungry and that’s what she loved the most, to feel so wanted. 

“C’mon honey,” Guy’s expression went soft as he gave his just-for-her smile; the one that was mostly around his eyes, “Spend some time with ‘ol Guy, huh?” He pushed in a little closer and she let the door open just a little more, “I won’t bite ‘cha unless ya ask me too,” his voice went quiet and rumbly as he zeroed in on her neck.   

Tora put her hand on his chest and gently pushed him back, “Okay, but you be sweet to me today.”

“I’m always sweet to you, what are you talkin’ about?” Guy scrunched up his face and Tora giggled. Her hand lingered on his chest as she felt how warm and solid he was under his shirt.

“Let’s go for a ride,” she said as she stepped out, closing the door behind her. “I’ve never been on a motorcycle before so go slow.”

“I always start out slow,” Guy leered as he put his big arm around Tora’s tiny frame.

Tora had her arms wrapped tight around Guy, not because she needed to but because it felt good. He had taken them out of the city and onto a mostly empty road. She leaned with him as he instructed and watched the world go by through the visor of Guy’s helmet. The bike would roar and settle, roar and settle as Guy shifted through the gears. Between the warm summer wind and clear blue sky, it was the perfect day for this. 

A few turns later and they were entering a park. The bike slowed down and crunched through a gravel parking lot. Guy put the kickstand down and patted Tora’s leg. She swung herself off of the bike and pulled the helmet off. She could hear her hair crackle as it stuck out every direction.

“Well sugar, what’d you think?” Guy smiled at Tora’s wild helmet hair. She looked like an abused cotton swab. 

“I loved it,” she said with a little hop. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, slowly twisting back and forth. She was so cute. Guy couldn’t resist the urge to hug her and lay a kiss on the top of her head. She wound her arms around him, careful not to drop the helmet. She pressed her face into his chest. He smelled so good. 

Guy reached behind his back and took the helmet, flinging it in the general direction of the bike so Tora’s hands would be free to roam as she pleased. Everything was coming together perfect. His shy, lovely Tora would never let him near her with a sex toy and yet he’d managed to get her to sit on one for the better part of an hour. Between that and a couple spritzes of her favorite cologne under his leather jacket, she must be wet to the knees by now. 

Tora reached her hands through the vents in Guy’s jacket, wanting to touch everywhere she could reach, “Aren’t you a little warm in this?” She asked shyly, tugging at the lapels. 

“I‘m always hot for you, sweetheart.” This is great, Guy thought, I haven’t even walked her to the waterfall for the romance-y stuff and she already wants my clothes off.

Tora blushed and looked away. Guy put his fingers under her chin and brought her eyes back to meet his. She put her hands under his lapels, sliding the jacket slowly down his arms and he let it fall to the ground. He surged forward, capturing her mouth in a kiss. His one hand tangled in her hair and the other slid down her back. Her hands gripped his shoulders and he could feel her tremble. He slid his hand further down, grabbing a generous handful of her perky rear. 

“Guy,” she gasped, angrily shoving him away.

“What? How is that not what you wanted?”

“We’re in public!”

“We’re in the woods!”

“We’re in a parking lot,” Tora crossed her arms and turned away. 

“Fine,” Guy sighed and walked over to the bike. He detached one of the saddlebags and slung it over his shoulder for phase two of their day trip. He walked in front of Tora and offered his hand, a little stiffly, “Let me take you somewhere more private.”

“Good,” Tora took his hand and fell in step next to him.

They walked for a while on a well-worn trail. It was peaceful and empty save for one person who jogged by them, uninterested.  

Tora settled into their pace, rubbing her thumb along the back of Guy’s hand. Her head turned as she listened to the ample birdsong. Guy thought the way the sun danced through her hair made it look like fresh fallen snow. 

They came to a split in the trail with one side blazed blue and the other white. Guy took the right fork. He got a little bounce in his step as they speed up. “You’re gonna love this,” Guy told her over his shoulder. “It’s almost as pretty as you,” he added with a shy smile.

Tora could hear the sound of rushing water. The clean, damp smell filled the air. She stopped suddenly, tugging Guy’s hand. He looked over his shoulder and saw her face transfixed in wonder. He followed her eye-line and just over the crest of a hill, he could see the churning top of the waterfall and a pair of antlers sticking up. 

“C’mere,” he whispered. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around her legs, slowly standing back up with her bracing herself on his shoulder. “See ‘em?” He asked when he heard her soft gasp. 

“Oh, Guy! It’s a baby! Oh! We have to wait until he gets a drink, okay?”

Guy smiled as he counted six points on the deer. Big enough to eat, so definitely not a baby. Tora calls every animal but Guy a baby and he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world. “Sure thing, hon,” he whispered as he gently kisses her thigh. 

The young buck got his drink and Guy set down his prize. Tora took his hand again and started dragging him down the trail like this whole thing was her idea. Every time she looked back to smile at him, he felt his heart flip-flop in his chest. So this is love, huh?

Guy opened the bulky leather bag and pulled out a soft blanket. He snapped it open and let it drape over the ground with a, “Ta-da!” He dropped down noisily and offered his hand to Tora.

“It’s perfect,” Tora said, taking Guy’s hand as she elegantly lowered herself to sit next to him. 

She offered her hands, reaching and looking up at him through her eyelashes. Her sweet little smile. He loved the way her hands fit completely inside of his own. He took her hands in his own, embracing them lovingly, watching them vanish, enveloped, protected. 

“C’mere,” he drew her closer, “Let me kiss you.”

She let herself be pulled into his lap. He cradled her gently, in a way that made her feel like a precious, tiny bauble. He pressed his lips to her forehead and her cheek like he was using all of his senses to wonder what lies beneath her shiny surface.

Guy lost himself in the salt of her skin, her cool fingertips trailing over his face and arms like the spray of the sea. He kept one arm around her waist and one hand free to tuck her hair behind her ear. He trailed his fingertips along her jaw and then cupped her head as he pulled her close for a kiss. Each press of his lips to hers was languid, lingering. His tongue lapped against hers like slow, midday waves.

Tora’s hands roamed all over her favorite parts of Guy’s body. She loved the rasp of his stubble against her palms and her cheeks and she especially loves the obvious line just under the collar of his tshirt where he decided his chest hair ended and his beard began. She wants that shirt off, now. She began vigorously unticking his shirt from his jeans, frustrated with how tightly it was trapped under his belt. 

“Easy, T. Here?” He asked, grinning and blushing a little. Tora nodded, the tip of her tongue poking out in concentration. Guy laughed and he leaned back to start unfastening the belt. Tora leaned back to give him room. “Woah,” Guy breathes when he saw the little wet spot on Tora’s tan cargo pants. He hadn’t really noticed her clothes until now. She had dressed really practical in cargo pants, hiking boots, and a sweater. How Tora of all people was one of those girls who’s always cold would forever be a mystery to him. That outfit was gonna be a pain in the ass to take off. 

“What?” Tora asked, challenging his laugh with a hard stare.

“This,” he says, as he laid his warm palm over the spot between her legs. Tora gasped as she almost fell out of his lap. Her hands flew to his wrist and he froze, but she didn’t push him away. “Wow,” he breathed as she pressed the heel of his hand against herself and experimentally rolled her hips. 

No sense hiding it now, she thought. They were really, truly alone and she wanted him. She wanted everything. She wanted him to shove his hands down her pants and do those incredible, magic things he does with his fingers. She’s tried to replicate it when she was alone but it just wasn’t the same without his weight on top of her and his deep voice growling filth into her ear. She draped herself over his shoulder as she continued to grind into his hand and he sucked love bites into her neck. 

Guy started to open her fly and she leaned back, sliding out of his lap. She lifted her hips so he could push her pants down. When he started to struggle with her boots, she couldn’t take anymore. 

“Guy, please,” she whispered. 

“Yeah,” he breathed as he sunk down, sliding his arms under her legs and resting his hands on her hips. He flattened his tongue and ran it along her pussy from bottom to top, trying to get as much of her wetness into his mouth as he could. She squealed and covered her face with both hands, but she didn’t ask him to stop so he does it again, and again. Her knees squeezed his head and when he chuckled it reverberated through her core. She couldn’t help bucking and rubbing herself all over his face. She couldn’t get her feet out from under him because of the pants. She had no choice but to writhe under his attention. She wanted more. She so desperately wanted more and she couldn’t get the words to form in her lust fogged mind. 

She tugged at his arms, at his shirt, trying to pull him all the way on top of herself. He sat up, grinning, and slowly worked the hem of his shirt up his torso. Tora’s hands flew to his abs and followed the path of slowly revealed skin. 

Guy loved to taunt her like this. No one’s ever reacted to him with this much interest before. 

But Tora’s was already opening his fly, pushing his pants down, pulling him down again. 

“Yeah?” Guy asked with a lopsided grin.

“Yeah, now,” Tora demanded, then shyly added, “please.”

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Tora toed her boots off so she could wrap her legs around him. She pulled him down for another kiss and they rolled their hips together slowly, searching for each other with just their bodies. She tilted her hips just right and finally felt him slide inside. This was her favorite part, the initial push that overwhelms her senses. All she wanted to do is spread her legs and let him take as he pleases. He felt so good, like he was made for her. Just when it felt like it was too much she feels his hips slap against hers and he starts to slide out. He slides back in, starting his familiar rhythm. Tora’s back arched and she could feel the perfect curve of his cock deep against her center now. 

Guy heard Tora moan, a real one, uninhibited and he realized he had closed his eyes. He looks down at Tora’s lovely face, cheeks flushed, hair spread around her head like a halo, one delicate hand still pressed to her own forehead. Her eyes were open so he slid down until they were flush together, nose to nose. 

“Good?” He panted.

Tora noded, mouth hanging open and delicious sounds spilling out. She reluctantly let go of his bicep and squeezed her hand between them. Guy’s eyes went wide and he lifted himself up again to watch. 

“It’s good. It’s good I’m just really close Guy, please. Please.”

“Yeah?” He asked, grinning.

“Yeah.” She smiled back and it made Guy warm all over.

Tora grunted and sighed and Guy felt her pulse and clench like she was trying not to give him his dick back. He sat up on his knees, pushing his stupid hair out of his eyes. He kept his slow strokes going while she made little circles on her clit and twitched. 

He pulled out when she stilled. There was a sticky string of her wetness dripping from his cock so he swiped it off with his hands and then licked it off of his fingers. He licked his lips and hummed happily. 

“So uh,” he cleared his throat, “Sun’s starting to go down. It’s gonna get cold. We should probably skedaddle.”

Tora grabbed Guy’s sticky hand and gave it the tiniest lick. 

“Baby…”

“I’ve got another one in me as long as you keep me warm,” Tora’s eyes sparkled as she reached for Guy’s hard-on. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

A/N: There was gonna be a part two on this one, and the how the hell is Tora ever cold thing was a little cute joke scene I was setting up. I promise I'm not a dummy, and hopefully I can make time to finish that WIP up and stick it with this one where it belongs. Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading! <3

[varinsson]

Tfw you're reading up on the Oseberg ship and you have a moment because there's speculation that the remains found were Harald Fairhair's grandmother.

So that ship is in your line.

Because Harald Fairhair turns up a couple times in your family tree. Down a bit from Ragnahildis Olafsdottir.