#or some part jotunn

[nimblermortal]

hnnnnngh this author is doing really good stuff with grammar and gender

Hervor is pretending to be a man again, and passing herself off as a warrior

The author chooses to use a word for 'champion' that is a perfectly good and normal word to use, it just happens to be grammatically feminine

Then when she kills someone the king outs her, but the word he chooses to use is not a common word for woman but more 'female person'... hm. You know how historically 'man' was considered a gender-neutral term for a person, as well as a word for male people? It's that sort of suffix, a female man, as it were (hat tip Joanna Russ).

[thisdorkyblogthing]

This post but it's Thor being like "what if I pretended I was some poor explorer hopelessly lost in the wildest parts of Jotunheim and you were the sexy Jotunn loner who happens upon me as I'm dying from the cold and starvation and take me back to your humble but comfortable abode and carefully feed me soup and warm me with a fire made of your magic, the two of us getting to know each other as I regain my strength and then taking me slowly and gently one cold dark night and then we live a quiet, happy life together for the rest of our days?"

And Loki's just like, "I thought you were gonna just ask me to tie you down wtf."

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober 19

Kinks: Praise/breeding

The Perfect Jotunn Bride Part 2

Tags/warnings: SMUT, macrophilia (bc he's still a giant), overstimulation, vaginal fingering, p in v, creampie, breeding kink, no beta, Loki (he's a warning), slight dub con, praise (good girl), Spitting, monster fucking (ig), monster cock, stomach bulge, multiple orgasm,

My warnings are non-exhaustive and likely I've missed some, please read at your own risk. And Minors do not interact!!

Summary: Following the night of your husband’s return, Loki finds your notes on the Jotun language and introduces you to a new way of studying.

Word count: TBA (on mobile sorry!)

A/N: did I only have 5 hours sleep and got back from work two hours ago? Yes. Did my phone post a fic I'm working on before it was ready again? Also yes. I'm very tired... so the mistakes are aplenty (probably). I'll fix them later (probably).

Translations are at the end! I used this little website so I apologise in advance if there are mistakes!

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Loki was awake before sunrise. The memories of the night before flitted in and out of his brain as he held your small form in his arms. You looked peaceful in this state; a welcome change from the worried, fearful or angry looks you usually sported.

Loki did consider pulling you tighter to him but didn't want to risk stirring you from your slumber, knowing you would likely be in a foul mood after the events of last night. His ruby eyes flitted to the corset in tatters next to the bed, making a mental note to get another that would fit a little better and look as equally beautiful.

After half an hour, he removed himself from you with a sigh, careful to keep from waking you. He'd not had chance to investigate you what you'd been working on and, after setting the fire alight, he reached for the nearest notebook you had left strewn on the floor, flicking through the pages.

Some of the script is random notes but other parts are words and phrases in Jotun, with colourful translations in Asgardian next time them. An unfamiliar warmth blossoms in Loki’s chest as he looks between your dreaming form and your notes, but a wicked smirk quickly appears as his plans for the morning change.

Loki treads back to the bed, re-taking his place next to you, discarding your notebook lazily to drape his arm over your waist.

“Wife,” Loki punctuates the word with a nuzzle into your neck, making you stir. Your eyes flutter and then you blink a few times, brows furrowing as you wake. Memories of the previous night crash through your brain and your eyes fly open fully, face flushing as you look over to your husband lying beside you with a mischevious gleam in his red eyes.

“Wife," He says again, voice low. "Have you been trying to learn Jotun?"

You attempt to gather the bed sheets around you, swamping yourself in warmth amd protection, but Loki’s giant cold arm prevents it. He instead looks down at you, waiting patiently for your response. Slowly, you nod your head.

"You know I can help teach you.” Loki murmurs into your ear. "And I can make it fun."

Your head tilts back slightly, eyes wide and Loki drinks in the sight. Your chest is heaving under the covers and your face is bright red at the thought of what fun Loki could possibly have in mind for you.

"Loki," You breathe. "Last night-"

"You were exquisite, wife." Loki’s eyes bore into yours and you feel as if you're shrinking, however, your body betrays you by making heat pool between your thighs at his praise. "And I want more. Especially now, knowing you've been learning my tongue."

“You’re so busy – I couldn’t ask you to-“

“We can start right now,” he purrs, his large hand tugging away the covers, exposing your naked form. Loki's tongue drags across his lips, and you remember just how well he'd teased you with it the night before and you shiver. "I'd forgo any amount of royal duties if it meant being buried in your sweet cunt."

You can't stop the short gasp that bubbles out of your throat and your eyes widen. You heart is running circuits, blood rushing heat everywhere. Loki’s words leave you skin like gooseflesh, your nipples pebbling at the thought despite your thoughts of him. You didn't even want to think of the way your pussy throbbed.

Loki seems to enjoy the sight before him, knowing you want more of last night's activities and knowing the effect his words have on your delicate Asgardian body. He runs his hand upwards to cup at one of your breasts rolling and tweaking at your nipple gently and you fight back moans.

"Does my wife like that idea?" He taunts in a whisper. "Being split open by your husband? You already wear my mark."

His chilled thumb runs over the love bite he'd left on the top of your breast the night before and he eyes it proudly. His eyes flicker to yours for a moment before he presses his face against yours, the heat of your skin warming his own.

Your own small hands inch up his strong arm that's holding you down, eyes quietly pleading but for what you weren't sure.

"Loki." You murmur to him as he nips at the sensitive skin on your neck.

“I’m going to say things to you in your Asgardian tongue and you will repeat it in Jotun for me.” Loki’s tone doesn't leave any room for argument and your chest heaves with a mixture of nerves and excitement. "Each correct answer will be rewarded.”

You press your legs together as another wave of heat flushes through you and try to look anywhere but at Loki as your cheeks redden with sudden shyness. Loki smirks and trails kisses along your shoulder and chest.

"Isn't that a good idea?" Loki lips gently kiss over your breasts, his cold tongue licking playfully at your pebbled nipples. “Don’t worry, we will start easy.”

Easy was numbers. Loki held you close to his side  to murmur numbers to you in Asgardian, ensuring you couldn’t move away. His free hand trailed over your body softly, at first.  After each answer he would shower you with praises, often giving piece of soft, warm flesh a squeeze before continuing to trail your sides again. Each time he’d squeeze, you found yourself making small noises, and by the time you had reached the number ten, you found yourself agreeing that this was  a far better way to learn than through children's books and notes.

When you reached fifteen, Loki’s fingers trailed down to your sex and tapped your clit, making you jolt in his arms. He continued to draw small, tight circles around the bundle of nerves to ensure you continued to whimper and grow more and more pliant.

“Good girl,” he cooed, kissing the top of your hair. “Isn’t this nice? Being rewarded for your good behaviour? Smart little wife.”

You can feel the dampness leaking from your core as Loki works his ministrations on your clit and you mewl into his shoulder, gripping his arm so hard your fingers ached. The brashness of your own sounds make you flood with shyness and shame. You were loving all of this newfound attention from Loki, even if you knew you shouldn't be.

When you reached twenty you were red faced and panting into Loki’s chest. He'd been horrifically slow saying the numbers, prolonging his torture of your clit. He knew exactly how to draw you to the edge and keep you there, before giving you moments of respite before bringing you right back to that edge. You were beginning to see stars and your pussy ached around nothing. You'd considered begging for his fingers, begging for some relief, but when your half-lidded, lust-glistened eyes met his you knew you'd get something far better than his fingers.

 "You've done so well for me, smăr einn." Loki says shifting to cage you against the mattress with his arms. His knees push your legs apart with ease and you gasp loudly when you feel the tip of his cock brush along your inner thigh. "Are you ready for your reward?"

When you nod Loki says dramatically. "Words, wife. Use your words." He sits back on his haunches and your eyes grow wide at the massive length standing tall between his legs. You swallow thickly, wondering how he'd manage to squeeze in to you... and your cunt flutters at the thought. Loki smirks down at you, pumping his cock a few times and then spitting onto your sensitive clit. "You know how much I like to hear you beg. Let me hear you say how much you want your husband."

Your voice dies in your throat when Loki runs the head of his thick cock from your spit covered clit, all the way down to your wet hole. He nudges it testingly with a curious look and you squeak a gasp. Your pussy flutters again and you can't think of anything else other than him being inside you.

"Come on wife," Loki teases with an edge of impatience. He taps his cock against your clit, watching you writhe beneath him in pleasure. "Imagaine how good it'll feel being full of my cum."

"Líka!" You cry out in Jotun, surprising both you and Loki; whose heart thuds harder in his chest. "Líka maðr!"

"Fast, wif." Loki huffs, rolling his hips slowly into yours. Your mouth is an open scream as Loki pushes into your tight hole, your pussy immediately constricting around his cock. Loki sighs, reaching a hand to toy with your clit again. You jerk at the sensation, his cool skin against your scorching heat never ceases to make your pussy wet.

You whimper as Loki’s cock finally reaches its hilt and Loki makes a loud, gravelly groan.

"Look at how well you take me," Loki urges, his voice breathless. His other hand goes to knead your breasts and your eyes flutter, glancing down. Loki’s hips are slotted between yours, his cock buried inside you as promised, but above where his hand rolls your clit, there's an obvious bulge.

Your pussy spasms at the sight, and Loki grins down at you, slowly moving his hips backwards and then forwards, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"Loki." You keen, heaving breaths beneath him. "I- fuck."

Loki huffs a chuckle, dragging his cock out before plunging back into your pussy. He'd been correct before, he'd gladly avoid royal duties to have you splayed out like this on his cock. You curse louder than before, almost screaming and gripping the covers beside you; Loki would have been concerned if your legs didn't spread wider and your cunt didn't gush the way it did over his cock. Spurred on to move faster, Loki picks up the pace, continuing to lavish your breasts and clit with attention that makes your eyes roll.

"You're doing so well," Loki pants. "Such a good girl for your husband. I can't wait to see my seed drip from your pretty little cunt."

Your walls clench down around Loki and he curses. He moves his arms forwards, interlacing his fingers with yours before leaning down, pressing you into the bed as he fucks into you.

"My wife," Loki growls into your neck. You're a moaning mess under him, but you manage to turn your face towards his; your lips kissing haphazardly until you find his lips. Loki’s hips stutter and his moan is smothered by your lips - the first true kiss you'd given him unprompted, unlike the forced kisses he'd managed to manipulate from you at your wedding or for social aspect but a real, genuine kiss.

"My husband," you whisper hoarsely back, breath hitching three octaves as another orgasm crashes through your body. "Loki!"

Loki grunts, his fingers almost crushing yours as your pussy to squeeze him tight and he pumps you full of his cream.

You're completely fucked out and breathless, your eyes flutter when you feel a cool hand against your flushed cheek turn your head and your heart stammers when Loki presses a sweet kiss against your lips.

"You were amazing," he whispers, brushing away hair that's stuck to your sweat-sheened face. "I think we should study a few times each day."

You give him a lopsided, cock-drunk grin; the first genuine smile you'd ever given him. "That sounds good to me."

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Translations:

Smăr einn - Little One

Líka - Please

Maðr - husband

fast - certainly

[kaibutsushidousha]

what did you think about skadi's handling in arctic summer world? as an ibuki fan i'm puzzled as to why she agreed to skadi's request to stop, but any general insight into what aspects of her were explored here is appreciated.

Thanks to Odin's questionable kindness, Scáthach-Skadi is the last survivor of Ragnarök. That's a situation she's very displeased with and her every major appearance has been her trying to process her grief in some way.

The most relevant attempt is obviously her Lostbelt. She was initially grateful for the lengths Odin went to keep her alive and believed she also needed to go great lengths to preserve the world he left her with. Skadi ruled for 3000 as the most anti-violence Lostbelt King we've ever seen. She constantly had her eyes on her world, and micromanaged all the humans and Jotunns so that there would be no fighting in her world.

She was unquestionably devoted to her Lostbelt, but by no means she made a good job. Her messed up decisions came at great personal cost for the giants who couldn't think for themselves, the humans who only got to live until age 25 at most, and to Skadi herself who had to overexert herself to keep everything in check while also maintain Surtr's seal. Skadi was a joyless woman stuck in the joyless world of her own design. Absolutely no one benefitted from her dystopia.

But playable Skadi is obviously not like that. The world that was hers to care is already gone, and she finds herself free from her queenly chains of responsibility for what might as well be the first time ever. In Chaldea, she's characterized as very lost and clueless. Someone Medb and the other Scáthach need to introduce to so many things she could never see in her small, enclosured world. She has something of a background arc through many cameos with her experiencing many new things, from food (ice cream, takoyaki, alien monster sashimi) to roles for herself (fairy godmother for Lizderella and Martha, and of course, park administrator).

There's also her Interlude, but I'll get back to it later. The reason why I covered this whole recap of Skadi's character is because Skadi's part in Arctic Summer World also feels like a recap of her character. A return to her origins without the previous stakes. In this less messed up environment, Skadi remains as awful an administrator as she was always and remains self-destructively overworking herself for something the people she's serving didn't ask for.

The difference here is that Götterdämmerung is a story about Ophelia's inability to distinguish love from emotional abuse, so Skadi had to carry the important role of sincerely loving mother that made everything worse for everyone, while Summer Skadi is in a role where she can review her mistake and not create Super Fun & Colorful Götterdämmerung 2.

But the part about vaguely self-biographical manga being the medium that lets her examine her past and assess what she needs to do feels like a mark of progress for herself and more like a mark of progress for Jalter as a mentor sharing with others what brought her solace.

As for Ibuki, I think she just stopped because she knew she wouldn't get what she wanted from Skadi's current state. Ibuki wanted things to get joyous and lively, so she ordered Douman to give the Grail to someone full of love. Douman's choice was Skadi because his initial mission was interacting with the Lostbelt Kings, so he was very aware of her love. I don't think Douman was too surprised by the mistakes Skadi repeated here. If Skadi and Fujimaru say they're unwilling, then who is Ibuki throwing this party for?

I get that the end is sudden, but I feel like it works really well for Skadi's long-term characterization. The Scandinavian Lostbelt was a shit place to because Skadi had no respect for anyone's autonomy. After going to Chaldea, disrespecting other people's autonomies remained a recurring problem with Skadi, with Summer Caenis, Lizderella, and Santa Martha all being unconsented transformations.

But then came her Interlude, with the conclusion being that even though she eventually found new happiness in Chaldea because of Odin making her survive and endure 3000 years of trauma, this is not something she wanted, so Odin violated her autonomy and she doesn't need to feel grateful for it. Skadi's consent issues disappear entirely after this Interlude, but since Arctic Summer World was so shortly after it, I like to believe that Skadi saying no and Ibuki immediately respecting also played a part in fixing her flaw.

[neoarchipelago]

Switching it up from the last ask, what if the 141 were gods and the reader was human?

Greek gods: Price: Zeus, Ghost: Hades/Ares, Soap: Posiden, Gaz: Hermes, Konig: Hephaestus, etc

Norse Gods: Price: Odin, Ghost: Thor, Soap: Loki of course lol, Gaz: Meili, Konig: Jotunn, etc

If you don't know a ton about these Gods it's okay, you don't have to do this one lol

This was such a good idea!!! (I chose the Greek gods even though I still suck at it, the thought of Ghost being Hades won me over.) Also I feel like i completely got carried away with the NSFW part... I hope you like this my love

Task 141!Greek gods x F!Reader

The gods themselves. The pantheon. It has been a long while they had decided to walk down from their pearly little castle. They had decided to mingle amongst the humans, now free from having to look after them. Unfortunately, chaos and wars are something they were used to so of course taking part of military activities seemed to be the best thing to do.

Squad 141 had quickly become one of the best squads there could be. Of course, how could it not when gods themselves were part of it? Of course, they enjoyed themselves, being able to fulfill their cravings while living the normal 'human' life.

Until you arrived. It was unexpected. Not the first time of course, they had already added some humans to the squad for short periods of time but you. Oh sweet you. They had been confused by your sweet cheerfulness. The way you skipped through the dorms. Poseidon... Hum... Soap, above all, had found someone he enjoyed playing around the base with. Gaz himself enjoyed your company, and even Hades ... Usually so gloomy found himself almost smiling in your presence.

Of course, Price kept reminding everyone that this... This should not be happening. Not at all. Bringing you on missions with gods was an absolute awful idea. They had to cut ties and quick. They'd find something to complain about on the first mission, making sure you get removed from the force.

Unfortunately, nothing had gone as planned. You had found yourself in an extremely dangerous situation, to protect them. Fury had taken the gods, as blood and wails were the only things on the battlefield as they carried you to safety.

From that point onward, you never left their side again. They decided that you'd be their little pet, little adorable human they'd keep close to them.

Price enjoyed above all discussing with you. You were such a witty and smart person that he simply enjoyed siting with a cup of tea or coffee and talk with you about anything.

Soap had found a partner in crime to play pranks around the base, showing you his explosives.

Gaz him, often took you out to shop with him, you had become gossip and shopping buddies. Which you obviously enjoyed, merely to spend time with him.

Ghost... Ghost was a silent man. But he enjoyed listening to your read, even if you were completely unaware of it. He was the most protective of the group, always keeping an eye on you, keeping recruits or other high ranks away from you.

Konig always found a way to bring you little gifts. Little jewelry he made or even knifes. You beamed everytime, blushing and he enjoyed it. You always praised him on his amazing handcrafting, making proud.

Things changed a bit on one of the many missions. You were fighting off a soldier who had ran behind you, cornering you. It was a sticky situation and Ghost had found you pretty quickly. Unfortunately, a knife thrown your way had let it slip. A glimpse of his true self, your wide eyed stare only comforting him in the idea that yes, you did saw it.

The way home was silent, and he tried to avoid you. You didn't seem scared but mostly confused. It took a few days for the boys to sit you down and tell you the truth. You had been very curious much everyone's relief. You had felt like the safest human on earth.

NSFW poly!141 x f!Reader

It had started in a Blur. A pretty dress as you had announced you had a date to attend. The room had turned colder than it seemed. Rainy clouds in the sky. You had sighed, scolding the boys for being so over protective.

You had skipped your way out the door under the tension of the gods's gazes. Price and Ghost had remained home with Konig while soap and gaz walked ou to get some air. In reality they had followed you around, keeping a close eye on you and making sure to stop any attempt the recruit had towards you.

They wouldn't say it out loud. Any of them. But the thought of some random idiot having the privilege to own you... To kiss and lick that pretty little cunt was unbearable to them.

When you had walked back home, annoyed and irritated by the boy you had met, the gods could barely hide their happy moods.

During one of your movie nights, when you had cuddle a bit too close to price, head resting on his chest as you dozed off, short a bit too short on your thighs. Wandering eyes and huffed breaths. You had seemed to drift into some kind of curious dream, little moans and whines escaping you parted lips. Your body reacting to slight touches Price gave you, little trails of his fingers along your arms or your back, soft squeezes of your delicious thighs making you whimper.

They wouldn't dare to go further. Not without your consent. The gods looked at each other, way too aware of the reaction you were causing to them.

"We have to play nice. No wars my brothers." Price had reminded.

"There's no need for wars. We all want the same thing. Same goal." Gaz had answered.

"To take care of her." Konig added.

"Make her. Ours." Soap grinned.

After that night, you had felt them change around you. You could sometimes feel their hungry gaze but you weren't sure. Little touches and featherlight kisses on the cheek. You weren't sure of what you were feeling. The affection you had for them was obvious but the more they acted like this towards you the more your feelings grew into something twisted. Could it be love? It was surely lust...

A little booze had given that little push the group needed. A poker night, game night with gods. The burning liquor in your throat gave you too much determination. It untied tongues, held back too long. Soap was the first. The blush on your cheeks too irresistible. Of course always under the supervised gaze of the rest of the task force. He had carressed your cheek as you leaned into his touch, feeling the heat rise.

"So cute darling. You look hot" he had grinned, proud of his pun.

You had giggled, now their hungry looks were perfectly visible. Of course you were blushing. The room itself was too warm. You had discovered a new voice to yourself, as you had teased them.

"You all look like you want to pounce on me..."

The silence after that was deafening. Only their eyes burned into you.

"you... Do?" You questioned, bewildered.

Curses were heard under mumbled and hissed breaths.

"listen darling." Price had started getting closer to you. "We do not want to scare you. We mean no harm at all."

"we simply feel... Very... Attracted to you." Gaz whispered close to your ear. How did he get so close...?

"we... Want to worship you my dear..." Konig's lips on your ankle made you shiver.

"but only. If you wish for us to do so." A firm hand wrapped around your neck from behind, a strong chest pressing again your back the familiar scent of hades.

"me..? For... All of you? Isn't that... Odd?" You had questionned, the obvious wetness in between your legs betraying you.

"if one thing is sure, you are worth sharing. As we share mutual feelings towards you." Price explained.

"we want to make you ours, protect you, make you feel... Adored." Soap grinned against the skin of your shoulder.

"say no... And we'll stop..." Konig warned, teeth grazing at the soft skin of your leg.

"say stop. And we'll walk away and never try to have you again. It won't change a thing to us" Gaz explained, kissing your knuckles softly.

"Or give in. Be ours for eternity. And we'll make you burn for us..." Ghost whispered into the back of your neck.

You closed your eyes, their breaths and hands were overwhelming but oh so good. Did you? Would you? You wanted to.

One nod and it was all it took. All it took to lead to this situation. As you sat in Soap's lap, his cock buried inside you as the men watched closely, listening to your every moan. He had laid you down, as you felt the strong chest of Konig behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, softly caressing their way to your chest.

Lips and kisses made the room feel like some secret sinful place. Each had marked a different place on your body, you'd be covered in hickeys by morning. They were sweet, careful.

"You alright little dove? Tell me, can you handle more?" Gaz whispered in your ear as the men stood to attention, waiting to hear your answered. You a mewled a little yes, the men thrilled to please you more. Price and Ghost had been the limit for you. Your first time with them had been crushed by the intensity of your orgasm as price pumped himself in and out, feeling you clench around him as sweet nothings pooled from his lips.

You had needed a second to breath, and the men gladly did so, kissing you softly one by one before kissing your body. Ghost did not seem annoyed or angry to see tired and probably not able to take more, he was willing to leave it at that, seeing you fucked out and hazed making him way too happy. He'd have you another time for sure.

But you had wanted to. You had given him puppy eyes, kissing him deeply, straddling his lap. He was big. Not as big as Konig, but he was thick. His cock might split you open. He had tangled his fingers in your hair making you look at him.

"We don't have to. You're exhausted. I can feel your nervousness darling... Do not force yourself."

"I'm not... I want this... I do... Will you walk me through it... Gently?" You had asked in a little whine.

He had cursed under his breath, helping you sink slowly unto his cock, the feeling bringing out a glimpse of something darker, belonging in the underworld.you had felt the boys step closer, praises and kisses to your back.

"You're taking him so well" Soap whispered.

"you're doing so good my love" Gaz cooed.

"Such a good girl" Price praised against your ear.

You bounced up and down on his lap, the overstimulation and sensitiveness making you loose focus and your ability to speak. Only your moans and whines filled the room alongside their words.

They had started storming themselves again, the sight of you, completely fucked out and dumbified by their cocks and the several orgasm you had gone through making it simply impossible not to get hard again.

You his your face in Ghost neck, tears filling your eyes, falling down your cheeks as you felt yourself completely crumble. He hushed you, helping you bounce faster on his length, feeling you clench around him.

"f-fuck..." He groaned.

You were so close, tipping off the edge when he kissed you, tongue battling to muffle something almost pornographic. You only separated when he felt you shiver, that tightness on your pretty pussy around him making aware of how close your were.

"go on my love. Cum for me... Cum again for us..." He praised, hitting a sweet post deep inside you.

You came, vision blurry, fading to black as your hearing left you as well, the sound of stranded moans and grunts, only telling you that they had found their own release.

The next morning your awoke in the middle of soft pillows and blankets, the men sleeping all around you as you blushed heavily at the memory of last night. But you felt happy and proud and God... Were you lucky.

[songoftrillium]

Hi!!

I saw your reblogged ask about WtE redesigning the Get, and I'm curious what you can share?

I'm working on my own rewrite project (it's mostly a redesign of the W5 system, designed to work with either my patchwork mess of lore or with WtE lore) and I've been having some trouble with the Get, so I'd love to hear your thoughts!

I'm sharing this as someone who has always held a deep affection for Fenrir.

When redesigning the tribe I wanted to do it from a few angles at once.

What motivates a warrior? What is, what is it that makes a society one that is oriented so closely around battle prowess?

What history can do to shape a society into a society of warriors

How does the warriors outlook shape society at large?

What parts of Fenrir history can have direct parallels with minimal effort?

What key parts of the Fenrir are absolutes that cannot be removed without making the tribe unrecognizable to fans?

So, I did exactly that.

The first thing I did was I talked to scandinavian, sami, and slav people actively living in europe and got some pretty deep lessons on outlooks and culture, as well as numerous history lessons from a first-person perspective on things. I then befriended a polish-speaking pagan that was happy to teach me about cultures on sacrifice as both a literal practice and one that affects outlook. In that light, I rewrote the tribe to be one that went from 'seeking a good death' to a tribe that 'seeks causes worth dying for.'

Actually, why don't I just share with you the Get! (glyph used with permission by Feral Noesis)

Get of Fenris (see below the cut)

Dziewanik. Fenrir. Gummoš. Feriksen Suku. Vilkati. Vukarci. Legends, clothing, and common parlance from Sápmi to Carpathia speak of lupine spirits, warriors and deities all linked to the wilderness, hunting, society, and even to some of the oldest creation myths, and in each of these societies, a tribe of fearless Garou emerged. Even among a race of warriors, the Fenrir stand out as the one tribe well and truly composed of warriors from the top down. They throw themselves heart-first into a worthy cause, wearing scars with pride, howling the defeat of their enemies, and maintaining a reputation built on Glory wrought through great sacrifice and determination. Theirs is a culture of warriors whose history is etched in rocks and ancient temples deep in the wilderness.

Their origins can be traced to before the crusades, following the emigration of Germanic and proto-baltic-slav tribes fleeing the Huns both west and northwards. Regularly raided from the Carpathians, it would be Fenris’ wolves who came to find human tribes espousing their very ideals, worshipping the plants and rocks around them. Taking up the hammers and axes these people used in everyday life and now had to use to defend themselves, these became the symbols for the tribe itself—the weapons of the common man fighting alongside kin against insurmountable enemies and overcoming side-by-side.

This culture of adoption, cause, and sacrifice remains unchanged to this day. Lineage alone doesn’t make a Get of Fenris. If a cub cannot stand up to the tribe’s brutal and often bloody trials, they stand no chance against the kind of enemy the Get pursue. Fenrir maneuvers and tactics were first developed deep inside the mountains, combating the Jotunn. Long ago, these twisted and vile giants battered Fenrir around like playthings.

Since the beginning, those espousing the ideals of Fenris seek worthy causes they can throw themselves into body and soul. Their fearlessness lies in their determination weighing their strikes. To a Fenrir, nothing in life worth having comes without significant personal work to obtain, from the manner in which they maintain their spirit affinities to their very homes they always build by hand.

Heroism is not without its drawbacks. The life of a Fenrir is often short and violent. This has led to a belief that the tribe is comprised of mindless warriors with insatiable bloodlust. Those who run with the Fenrir find them to be direct, plain-worded, and espousing deep convictions for the causes they’ve dedicated their lives to.

Leadership in the tribe follows the philosophy of Fenris, that seniority has no meaning. Those most capable of leading in their position do so. Their zedakh’fa, or jarls, earn their right to rule with iron and fang; the leaders of their packs are those most capable of instilling valor in their wolves, and the leader of the household is the kin most knowledgable and skilled in navigating the specific needs and boundaries to be navigated at home.

The combat prowess inherent in every Get of Fenris Cliath is one that is hard-earned and, if they learn to appropriately harness their rage, often ascend to become unparalleled champions in their septs once they ascend the ranks to Adren and beyond — assuming they live that long.

Appearance

Extant Fenrir lineages reveal themselves to be massive gray wolves with broad shoulders and hard-set jaws. This trend, however, peters out significantly, given the diversity of their tribe members. The visual marking of their tribe members are what truly helps them stand out.

The tribe observes a skin marking tradition originating from packs among 9th century Lechites, where Fenrir, lacking battle scars for their prowess, took to their Galliards, adorning them with glyphery. These Get chronicled their deeds for all to see, with both ashes rubbed into fresh wounds to make them clearly visible. In modern times, this has grown to represent multiple kinds of tattoos across numerous cultures, with the glyphs appearing in the negative spaces between the tattoos.

To quote the late Mother Larissa: “Covered in Blood is the natural state of a Fenrir.” In ceremony, a Fenrir is nearly always marked with blood in some way, from adornments of glyphs touting their latest deeds to bearing the bloodspatter of their fallen allies (and their enemies) so as to gift the sept’s lupus with their scent.

Tribe Patron

Fenris is himself one of the original 13 Garou of the First Pack before; the one who held strength and honor most dearly in his heart. He and his wolves waged war against the ancient Jotunn, deep in the mountainous Fjords of Norway. It was here he learned how to think before acting and listen before thinking. Beyond a Warrior, Fenris was a believer in sacrifice, whose tactics espouse his own personal participation in battles. His chiminages to Gaia were of great personal loss, but also strengthened his packs.

All Fenrir espouse these values, that nothing in this world that is worth having is merely given, but gained through personal sacrifice, be it time, task, or blood, expecting no quarter, and giving none.

Character Creation

A well-made Fenrir is a fighter first and a lover second. Physical prowess matters more to this tribe perhaps than any other. Dexterity, Brawl, and Melee are great investments, with Strength and Stamina coming in a close second. A stoic tribe places very little stock in Expression; a Fenrir simply speaks their mind. Where you can however, give them a little empathy. This helps them read through those hard exteriors.

When it comes to Gifts, Fenrir are known for their unshakable will. Willpower, that is, Resolve and Composure, are key to using most of their Gifts. For other Gifts, plan to invest equally in Intimidation and Primal-Urge.

Outlook

The philosophical foundation of a Fenrir is one grounded firmly in materialism. That is, a Get will seldom concern themselves with the affairs of their afterlife and will often consider the things they will leave behind when they go. A Fenrir hero is one whose communities venerate them, whose stories are told, and whose values are upheld as philosophies by the families affected positively by a Fenrir.

The journey to finding motivation to equiring considerable effort on behalf of these warriors to make such a legacy. But, once established, there is no hesitation, no fear, when they take up arms to protect those they love most. This is where the stalwart, unshakeable resolve the Get of Fenris are known for comes to the surface, leading to the bloody tales of glory and unfettered violence that hallmark their mythology.

Spirit Affinities

Bear, Champion, Fenris, Wolf

[tyrantisterror]

No Small Feat Art pt. 10 - The Wild Woods

By request, I’m gonna show off some of the artwork for No Small Feat, a Midgaheim story my friends and I told through the TTRPG system Fabula Ultima. I drew a lot of characters and monsters for it, and my friends - in particular, @dragonzzilla, @scatha5, and @dinosaurana - helped line and color them so we’d have cute little sprites to use on our online battlemaps, which really helped sell the whole “we’re playing an oldschool turn based RPG” vibe that Fabula Ultima’s system is going for.

In this part, we’re gonna look at the many NPCs introduced in the campaign’s penultimate arc, the Wild Woods.

At the end of the first arc, while traveling from Hansand to Peralt, our heroes heard a strange and terrible cry, and were promptly set upon by a vast and terrifying lupine monster, one that they primarily knew from rumors up to that point: The Ravening Beast. And every time they traveled between towns since, they had to roll a dice to see whether or not they'd encounter the monster again - and the more crown jewels they had, the more likely the beast would appear. Well, with two currently in hand and three taken by the Big Bad, our heroes knew they'd have to encounter the beast again, and decided to do it on their terms this time. So they tracked it to its den.

Of course, no woods in Midgaheim has only one monster in it, as the presence of one often attracts others. The Ravening Beast being a wolf (of a sort), it probably wasn't surprising that Barghests (big magic wolves) and Fenrisbroods (bigger magic wolves who have a bit of Jotunn in their DNA thanks to their progenitor, Loki) lurked in its den.

And there were others - a troll lurked under a bridge in one area, but was easily dissuaded when it say how capable the PCs were of dealing with it. Three large Cthonic Boars provided some valuable intelligence when questioned by our heroes, while the cathaneg lyon gave them a chance to prove their heroism to the wolves by saving one of the barghests from its jaws. The manticore looked like it might provide some menace for a short period, but compliments given to his singing voice quickly swayed him from foe to friend. As for the bark-skinned, branch-horned Herlewin, he was just a poor lost fairy looking for his missing lantern to find his way back home.

There were two more strange creatures waiting for the party before they could see the Ravening Beast. The first was a wolf with an oddly intelligent gaze who was oddly protective of Edmund in particular, while the second was woodcutter with a dark secret: not only was he a werewolf (and a garwolf specifically, capable of keeping conscious control of himself while in wolf form), but he was the father of the Ravening Beast, having concieved the monster with a Fenrisbrood while stalking the woods. The mix of lycanthropic blood and the fenrisbrood's own potent Jotunn and wolf genes created a massive and unstable monster, one whose overactive metabolism meant its hunger could never be sated - an enormous predator who was doomed to starve no matter how much it ate till the day it died.

After slaying its dad, our heroes confronted the beast, and realized that its already unstable body had been pushed to a deadly extreme by swallowing one of the crown jewels. As the beast tried to devour them in a vain attempt to keep its body from eating itself, our heroes did the best they could to put it down gently, and comforted the monster that had chased them for so long as it passed out of this world and into the next.

[mochie85]

To Have and To Hold - Epilogue

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Summary: The story picks up twenty years after the last chapter. You struggle with the thought of your mortality compared to the rest of your family. A/N: Hopefully I've answered some questions Pairing: Loki x OFC/Reader Word Count: Over 3.3K Tags/Warnings: Fluff, light angst Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

You opened the suitcase, searching for your favorite dress. The one that went down to the floor and had a deep V-neckline. “I can do that for you, your highness,” Leta said as she finished unpacking your other clothes into the dressers.

“That’s all right Leta. I can manage but thank you.”

“Perhaps, I can just draw you a bath before dinner tonight?” she offered. You took a grateful look at her and let out a breath.

“That would be wonderful, thank you!” you said relieved and appreciative. “You always know exactly what I need, Leta.”

“Yes, it’s a shame you don’t take me to Midgard with you,” she joked.

“You would only spoil me if I were to take you with us.”

“Oh, but it gets so boring when you and the family aren’t here,” she pouted. You only laughed, remembering all the times Leta had said that to you.

Once Loki’s sentence had been revoked and was welcomed back to earth, you had both settled in a modest house just on the borders of the compound. You were still able to work as an Avenger and were glad that you did not have to give up that part of your life. Loki decided to take on more diplomatic missions to ingratiate himself with the people of Midgard. As well as raise his standing with Asgard’s court.

However, you and Loki would take the children back to Asgard every summer and winter. So they can learn this part of their heritage as well. Training, fighting, diplomacy, etiquette. All of which the children greedily learned and adapted to.

“Speaking of the family, where is everyone else?” You turned to see Vallen, his one leg over the armrest of a chair. One hand on a book, the other holding a half-eaten apple. The light cascading in from the balcony made him look like the first time you held him. He still looked like a boy to you. The same baby boy that would come up to you and show you the frog he caught. Or the flower he picked out for your hair.

Now, with each passing year, he looks more and more like your brother Callum, tall and strong with the same protective instinct. He’s even more formidable when he would change to his natural Jotunn form. Just as menacing as Loki. And just as devastatingly handsome.

Twenty years had gone by so quickly. The days were long, but the years were short.

“Vali, honey. Where is your sister?” Vali looked up at you, tearing his gaze from the book he held. “I don’t know. She’s probably out with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three.”

“Will you be a dear and go get her please,” you tasked. Vali tried to hide his minor annoyance, standing up and walking over to the balcony. He looked down, surveying the grounds, and found his twin in the midst of training against Fandral.

Vali put his hands against his mouth and yelled, “NAAAAARRRRVVVIIIIII!” Everyone froze at the sound of his deep voice. “Mother requests your presence!” he continued in a melodic tease. Vallen could see the annoyance in Minerva’s eyes as she gathered her weapons and made her way back into the palace.

Vali laughed, making his way back inside the room and settling himself once again on the chair, taking up his previous position.

“Really Vali?! That is no way for a prince to behave,” you said roughing up his hair.

“It was quicker this way.”

“You spend way too much time with your uncle.”

“Uncle Cal is practical. He would’ve done it too.”

“Yes, I know!”

Narvi burst through the doors, seeking out her brother. “Must you embarrass me in front of The Warrior’s Three?” She said laying her weapons down.

“Awe, you afraid you fumbled in front of Fandral?” He teased.

“You did that on purpose!” she threatened with a fist. Minerva was strong and fierce. She was small and often looked over. Which made her even more determined and unstoppable. She never let that bother her, using it as a tool against her opponent. With her long raven hair and cunning wit, you would never mistake her for anyone other than Loki’s daughter.

“Hold on, Narvi,” you told your daughter. “We had just arrived. Your grandparents haven’t seen either of you yet. Wait until after dinner to kill him, please.”

“Well, you might not have to wait any longer, child. I am here.” All three of you turned to see her majesty walk into your bed chambers.

“Nana!” both your kids stood and ran towards Frigga, hugging her tightly.

“Oh, my grandchildren are here! I am so happy.” She said hugging one with each arm. “Was that you I heard bellowing your sister’s name earlier?” she scolded Vali.

Vali had the sense to look embarrassed and scratched his head. “Sorry, Nan.”

“I apologize for not greeting you when you arrived. There were matters to attend to for tonight’s dinner.” Frigga said turning to you as you curtsied, “Your Highness.”

“Oh, darling, I’ve missed you,” Frigga said coming over to you and hugging you as well.

“I’ve missed you too.” You said as she engulfed you in her arms. “I hope you didn’t go through a lot of trouble for tonight’s dinner. I thought it would just be the family. I was surprised to see The Warrior’s Three here as well.”

“And don’t forget Thor and Love. They just arrived shortly before you did and are getting settled in too.”

“Love is here?” Narvi asked excitedly. She hurriedly gathered her things to her chambers and set off to find her cousin, grabbing Vali along with her.

“The castle might not be standing in the morning if all three cousins are here to cause mischief.” You whispered to Frigga, making her laugh.

“All right my dear, the reason why I’m here is to give you this.” Using her seidr, Frigga produced a velvet hat box in her hand. You recognized that box. It was the same one she gave you on your wedding day. The day you and Loki bound your souls and your lives together. No matter how short yours would be.

“Frigga…I…”

“Do you remember what you said to me when I first gave this to you?”

“Yes.”

“You said that it wouldn’t be right to keep it because…” Frigga choked up. The sob she had tried to damper, stuck in her throat. “…because…”

“…Such extravagance would be wasted on the small fleeting moment that is my life,” you finished.

“I understood what you were saying, darling. I do. But could you wear this for me tonight? This was meant for you. I’ve only kept it safe. For you.” Frigga opened the hat box carefully. You took a deep breath seeing the emerald and gold tiara sitting on a cushion inside the box. It was a halo of light and luxury. It was even more radiant than the first time you had seen it.

Frigga handed you the box to hold as she carefully took the tiara and placed it on your head. “My son has good taste.” She said looking at the tiara and then lifting your chin to give you a wink.

“Thank you, Mother.” You said trying not to cry.

“You look gorgeous, darling,” Loki said coming into the room. He was holding a large box in his hands wrapped in green silk.

“I’ll see both of you at dinner,” Frigga said, kissing you both goodbye and walking out into the hallway.

“Loki! Thank you, love. Are you done with your meeting?” you asked eyeing the box suspiciously.

“I am,” Loki answered your question, placing the box on your shared bed.

“What is that?” you said pointing to it.

“A gift. For you.”

“Why is everyone giving me gifts today? Oh no! Is today some holiday I’m not aware of?” you panicked.

“In a sense.” Loki laughed. “Every twenty years, the tree of Idunn bears fruit. It’s a rare occasion when it does. Sometimes the tree can go on for centuries without having born fruit because no one was willing to sacrifice a part of themselves.

“The Aesir of Asgard are born with a naturally long life span but every once in a while, we will grant the honor of our extended life to those who are willing to give their own flesh and blood for Asgard.”

Loki started to open the box in front of you. “Is that what’s in there? A golden apple?” you joked.

“No, darling It’s for you to wear tonight.” He laughed. He lifted the lid and pulled out a beautiful silk gown. You gasped at the elegance and design. The beautiful dark green pigment gave way to a sheen of gold when held in a certain way.

“Loki! I couldn’t possibly wear this tonight. It’s too special. It’s just a family dinner.”

“Violet! You are one of the most clever people I know. I’m sure you’ve deduced by now that tonight is more than just a family dinner.” Loki set the gown down on the bed, gently.

“Turn.” He ordered and you did so, looking back at him. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you softly before caressing the skin under your shirt.

“Loki.” You chastised, biting his lip.

“Don’t worry, you naughty little thing, tonight is too important to get distracted.” He laughed lifting your shirt off your head and throwing it across the room. He reached for the buttons of your jeans next. Making quick work and helping you step out of them. He helped you get into the dress. The soft coolness of the fabric sends goosebumps up your skin.

Loki smiled as he twirled you around, the dress catching the light and reflecting greens and golds off the sway of the fabric.

“You are exquisite.” He said kissing you on your lips.

“Loki…” you breathed, trying to keep him focused.

“Right! As I was saying.” He continued, chuckling. “It takes twenty years for the tree to flower and produce fruit. The fruit comes from the sacrifice of a person’s blood or body. In ancient times, soldiers would come home, sometimes dismembered or injured from war, and they will offer up the piece of themselves they lost to the tree. The tree then uses that as nourishment to bear fruit. Each fruit is unique to the person who had offered their sacrifice. Once eaten, the fruit will grant a long life span. Just like the Aesir.”

You quickly turned to face him. Your eyes, disbelieving and shocked at what he was telling you. Does he mean that there was a way for you to extend your life?

“Yes. There is a way for you to extend your life.” Loki answered your thoughts. “It’s not that hard to see what’s going on in your mind, Violet.” He laughed. “I know we haven’t talked about this. I’ve tried, but you’re very sensitive about it.” He finished.

“I never wanted to talk about it because I didn’t want to think of a life where I would be parted from my family, and they would get to live centuries without me. Possibly forget me.” You said, on the brink of tears.

“Violet! I would never forget you. You are more than just a fleeting moment in my life. You are my life. My life would end the moment yours does too.” Loki declared kissing your hand and then your cheek.

“But I couldn’t help but think that way. On the other hand, if I were to live old and grey with you, each new connection I would make would seem like a blink of an eye to me. Is that how you see my life right now?”

“No, darling, I’ve had a wonderful life these past twenty years with you. I’d like to have more. Centuries even.”

“Loki, do you know what you’re asking of me?” You whispered, still trying to process all that he has said.

“I do. I’m asking you to stay with me forever. With our children.”

“I would lose Callum.”

“He will always be your brother. You would never lose him.”

“But one day he will die. Centuries before I do.”

“Yes. I’m sorry, Vee. I can’t make that realization any easier. But that is what will happen.”

“And so will all of my other friends. Colleagues I’ve worked with.”

“Yes,” Loki said looking more and more defeated with every word you say. “I know you chose me twenty years ago. I’m asking you to choose me again.”

“But why now?”

“As I said. It’s rare for the tree to bear fruit. Twenty years ago, I had the forethought to water Idunn’s tree with the water from the twin’s birth. It was a long shot. I wasn’t sure it would work. At our wedding, you had expressed to my mother about your fleeting life. She came to me to tell me about it and I explained to her what I did.”

“You did that without telling me?”

“I didn’t want to get your hopes up in case it didn’t bear fruit, love. In case, the tree didn’t accept your sacrifice. They would’ve disposed of it all anyway. Why not offer it up to the tree?”

“And what exactly did I sacrifice?”

“You sacrificed me,” Loki answered without hesitation. “For the betterment of Asgard. You left thinking you weren’t enough. You left so that I may find a more suitable queen when it was you all along. You also sacrificed yourself. To produce the future heirs of the kingdom. All were worthy offerings to Idunn. So, when the blooms started sprouting three weeks ago, my mother contacted me and kept an eye on it. The tree bears a single fruit. And it is for you. If…you choose to eat it.”

You looked long and hard at Loki. Trying to find the answer in his eyes. “And if I choose not to eat it?”

“No one else can have it. It was made for you. It takes twenty years to grow for that reason, my love. To give the person time to think about what a long life could mean to them. But I know you’ve thought about it already.”

“But what happens to us, Loki? What happens to us if I decide not to take it? What happens to you?”

“You will live out your life naturally. And so will I.”

“You won’t age.”

“This is an illusion. You know that Vee. I can still grow old with you if that is what you wish.”

“But I will die sooner.”

“And I will follow you.”

“Loki, be serious.”

“I am! You are my life! I refuse to live a day in this universe where you are not part of it.” He embraced you tight, wrapping his arms around your back as you buried your face in his chest.

You heard the murmur in his chest as he started singing. A smooth whisper just for your ears, “If you should ever leave me. Though life would still go on, believe me. The world could show nothing to me. So what good would living do me? God only knows what I’d be without you,” Loki sang quietly in your ear, repeating one of your favorite songs that you’ve played for him, throughout your years.

You started crying in his arms. You’ve thought a lot about this. About whether or not you could extend your life. You had made peace with the fact that you would die sooner than the rest of your family. But to be presented with a solution- broke that peace you had. Everything was hanging by a fraying rope waiting to drop.

“I will spend the next forty years or forty centuries with you. It’s your choice, my love. Always your choice. I will gladly follow you to Valhalla either way.”

Dinner had been overwhelming. Everyone there knew what was about to take place, save your children. That is until Frigga pulled them to the side and explained what was happening.

Loki stayed by your side the entire evening. Ever willing and faithful to answer any of your concerns or to ground you from everyone else’s questions and prying.

You had smiled. You put on a face for people when they came up to you. “No one is more deserving of this than you,” Thor had told you.

“Thor, I- I’m sorry Jane couldn’t be here.” You started crying.

“Ah! Knowing Jane, she would’ve tackled that fruit out of your hands. Not to eat it, but to dissect it and find out what gives it its ‘life-extending’ properties.” You both laughed.

“Would she have taken it?” you asked morbidly curious. “Would she have eaten the fruit?”

“No, I don’t think she would have,” Thor paused, looking at you decidedly. “Violet, I want you to remember, whatever reasons Jane had, they were her reasons. Not yours. She hasn’t lived your life. Nor you, hers. Make a decision that’s good for you. Do you understand?”

You nodded, smiling at the sound advice he gave you.

“It is time!” Odin’s voice boomed across the great hall, gathering everyone’s attention. He struck the ground with Gungnir and proceeded to walk out to the great gardens.

Everyone’s eyes were on you as they waited for you to proceed. Narvi and Vali came up to you and hugged one arm each as Narvi placed her head on your shoulders. You intertwined your fingers with theirs and followed Odin out.

Odin stood in front of what looked like an old oak tree. Its gnarly roots twisted and turned as the branches grew out and over. The leaves canopied the entire garden. There was a light that glowed from the tree, making it look almost golden.

And there! In the midst of dark green foliage, hung a single fruit. The bright color of the peach stood out. It was by far the prettiest and juiciest peach you had ever seen.

“Your favorite fruit,” Loki said amused, behind you. Vali kissed you on your forehead. Narvi gave you a kiss on your cheek. And they both let go of your hands and stood back to where your friends and family waited, circling the tree.

Loki took your hand and walked with you towards the peach. “Daughter,” Odin said to you. “Idunn has deemed you worthy of granting your request. She has accepted your sacrifice.” Loki squeezed your hand causing you to look up at him. He gave you a short smile, telling you it was going to be ok. “As the head of the Æsir, The king of all Nine Realms, and the Father to All, I am happy to offer you the fruit that bears on her tree.”

“And if I choose not to take it?” you asked Odin.

“The fruit can only be harvested by your hands. It will wither and die from anyone else’s touch. If you choose not to partake in it. I ask that you bury it back into the ground near the tree so that the life-giving essence it holds will be preserved and can be given again to someone in the future.”

You nodded your understanding and walked towards the fruit. The peach was large, barely fitting the size of your hand. The fuzz of the fruit tickled and invited you. The beautiful colors swirled in a kaleidoscope of orange and pink. You pulled it down easy enough and were relieved to find that the fruit had not decayed in your hands.

It really is meant for me. You took a look at your friends and family. All watching with eager breath. The last person your eyes landed on was Loki.

He looked just as handsome as he did twenty years ago. There were some fine lines and gray hairs. All of which you loved about him. Each line represented the years in which you both spent time with each other. “Whatever you decided, my love,” he whispered so that only you could hear.

And with that, you took the first bite to the start of your long life.

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[ao3feed-tf2ships]

Dear Mama

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60322186

by Lightspeed

The letters Heavy's written to his Mama since the start of 1970, giving her and his sisters some life updates, and responding to theirs. He's come to an important decision.

Words: 2702, Chapters: 4/4, Language: English

Series: Part 60 of Monstrous Intent

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Heavy (Team Fortress 2)

Relationships: Heavy/Medic (Team Fortress 2), Heavy/Medic/Scout (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Minor Demoman/Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Letters, Family, heavy's family - Freeform, Fluff and Humor, Jotunn | Frost Giant, The Simpsons References, Heavy Dances Around The Fact That 60 Percent Of His Free Time Is Sucking and Fucking

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60322186

[love-is-a-pearl]

If BDSP had done new G-Max forms for the Sinnoh dex (like how ORAS did new megas for Hoenn), which mons would you want to get them, and what would you want them to look like? The starters are obvious picks. I can see Torterra looking like the ones in the Detective Pikachu movie. Infernape gets a staff and cloud to complete the Sun Wukong look. Empoleon could get more armor (I think it'd be cool if it looked like it had a bicorne somewhere in the design).

Oh, I would totally love for the Sinnoh starters to get G-max forms that leaned HEAVILY on the deities that inspire them.

Torterra with a whole continent on its back. Kinda like Gmax snorlax, but with perhaps a lake or waterfalls falling from its shell too, to really hit home just how large it is. Maybe some sort of dome with clouds and a moon of its own?

I like the cloud idea for Infernape too and anything inspired by Wukong (maybe him sitting on a huge staff ôwô?). Empoleon I would like something like it riding large waves or if part of himself became like a sea.

Plenty of the Sinnoh mons could've worked with a G-max form if they went for some "godly" theme for it all.

Like, imagine some sort of manticore Luxray? Gashadokuro Frosslass or Dusknoir! An absolute massive Mamoswine with some Jotunn inspirations! Biblicaly accurate Togekiss! A medusa inspired Vespiqueen (with her Combees being the "snakes" in her hair)! Spritomb but as a whole cemetery (or tower) and we can see all the 108 souls that make it! Bigfoot Abomasnow! Jet.Plane.Garchomp!

Before the announcements I was honestly kinda hoping for it ngl. I don't lke G-max as a gimmick much, but I think that the Sinnoh dex would have matched its aesthetics the most.

A shame that literally NO OTHER REGION BEFORE GALAR OTHER THAN STUPID KANTO GOT ANYTHING!!!

[runningw-thewolves]

Stray Kids X Fenrir Post (LONG POST)

(Cause why the Hell not?)

Today I found out that 1) someone made a Fenrir based tattoo sleeve design for Bang Chan and 2) not only has Bang Chan seen it, he has stated he might possibly get it. Now, I am a STAY, a Norse Pagan and a follower of Fenrir. I think you can figure out what my brain was doing processing all this.

(Also; THERE HAS BEEN HINTS TO NORSE MYTHOLOGY IN STRAY KIDS MUSIC VIDEOS!? STAY, do a wolf some assistance and pinpoint me to the videos and moments cause I NEED MY STRAY KIDS NORSE/VIKING CONTENT. Anyways...)

I am very Autistic when it comes to several of my favourite things coming together and creating a *chef's kiss* moment. This is no exception. It's why INK are my favourite band (metal, Emo and horror together? YES PLEASE) and now I have Stray Kids, Norse mythology AND LITERALLY MY FUCKING RELIGION? Holy fuck! *insert brain melt moment from Indiana Jones here*

So, I figured; let's talk about some of Stray Kids past works and Fenrir at the same time. Yep, a Stray Kids Fenrir themed playlist in the format of a Tumblr post by someone with Autism currently losing their damn mind.

Before we begin, let's get everyone acquainted who may be unfamiliar.

The Binding of Fenrir

'The Binding of Fenrir' is arguably the most famous tale involving Fenrir. Fenrir is the eldest child to Loki and Angrboda, his younger siblings being the Midgard Serpent, Jormungandr (who has beef with Thor, to keep it brief) and the future death Goddess, ruler and caretaker of the dead and arguably an important figure in Baldur's tragedy, Hel (or Hela).

Why was Odin interested in Fenrir? For one simple reason; he had been told a prophecy where a large and powerful wolf would kill him. I should point out this part of Odin and Fenrir's story is a very medieval trope of the paranoid king and his son destined to kill him. This case is no different; the downfall of the king is because of his own paranoia. Everything he does to try and prevent his downfall only solidifies it into existence. It's a common belief among many of us Heathens that Fenrir might have never considered going after Odin if Odin had just left Fenrir alone the whole time. Hell, there was the distinct possibility that Fenrir could've likely been an ally to Odin and the Aesir if it weren't for their fear and paranoia.

So, how does Fenrir get bound? Odin and a few others ride to the Iron Wood, the home of the Jotunn and Chieftess of the Chieftains of the Iron Wood, Angrboda, and forcefully take her children from her. Jormungandr strikes and either Odin or Thor (heavily debated) throws Jormungandr into the oceans of Midgard. Hel is immediately exiled from Asgard and sent to what is often dubbed 'Helheim'. Fenrir was kept in Asgard, primarily to keep an eye on him. He was scorned and mocked and treated with fear by the Gods, and no one dare approach him to feed him. Aside from one God; Tyr, the God of Justice. (Also a God of War himself but ssh.) Tyr befriended the young wolf and fed him.

Naturally, Fenrir grew. And very quickly. He soon domineered over the buildings of Asgard and the Gods grew paranoid of his strength and size. It was then decided for him to be bound. They tried on three separate occasions, telling Fenrir it was a game. The first time was some normal, ordinary chains. Fenrir broke those with a single movement of his paw. The second was a reinforced chain. These were a little tougher but they too were shattered. The Gods then got in contact with the Dwarves to create for them a special chain, named Gleipnir. This chain was presented to Fenrir, and its appearance - similar to that of a ribbon or thread - immediately made Fenrir suspicious. He only agreed to have himself bound if one person were to lose their hand should they go back on their word. Tyr was the one who offered (this is a HUGE deal, as Tyr is basically associated with business transactions, oaths and the likes. Loki even goes on to call this out in the poem 'Lokasenna' (Loki's Flyting)). Naturally, Fenrir is bound, he can't break free, Tyr loses an arm. Fenrir snaps at the laughing Gods' ankles and Odin shoves a sword through Fenrir's jaws. Fenrir will only be freed by the violent thrashing of his brother come Ragnarok, to which Fenrir will kill Odin. Some sources also say Fenrir eats the sun and moon, however this is a tricky subject as that act is often attested to two other wolves. There's plenty of theories but for this post, they are irrelevant.

Stray Kids Everywhere All Around The World

Stray Kids first became known by a survival TV show in late 2017. At the time, there was nine members. (For the sake of avoiding drama and cause the matter is done, I will be talking about Woojin but sticking to the facts. Everything from the drama was false (which I learned the hard way and am still trying to learn from); do not attempt to bring up the controversy in reblogs or replies or I will block you.) The members included (in order, starting with team leader then oldest to youngest); Bang Chan, Kim Woojin, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung, Lee Felix, Kim Seungmin, and Yang Jeongin. The group would debut in 2018 with the track "District 9". Upon debut, most of the members would continue using their names except for the following; Minho (would debut as Lee Know), Jisung (would debut as Han) and Jeongin (would debut as I.N.). Kim Woojin left the group in late 2019 around the time of the "Double Knot"/"Levanter" promotions. (Hence forth, Woojin is irrelevant. This is where we shall leave any mention of Woojin hence forth.

Stray Kids would go on to become a pretty big deal, even winning the competition TV show 'Kingdom' (let's not go over the whole MAMA bullshit, that would take a whole tray of paracetamol to get through), leading to the band being noticed by Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman. In the past year, several of the members have appeared or modeled for various designer brands (ignoring the politics of this for now; good on them for their success however).

Bang Chan and Fenrir's Connection

As was mentioned in the TikTok I linked earlier, Bang Chan is the member of the group who was a trainee for the longest amount of time. Chan had been training under JYP Entertainment for seven years by the time of the pre-debut TV show. Chan has mentioned several times in the past the anger and sadness he felt, connecting with other trainees only for them to leave (either from being fired, changing career paths or debuting before him - this was especially noted to be the case with groups TWICE and GOT7, where Chan is friends with members of the groups and even shared a dorm room with members of GOT7). It's not hard to imagine the amount of pressure Chan was under to debut on the survival show. Or the amount of pressure he put on himself and the rest of Stray Kids. This amount of pressure would rear its head when members Lee Know and Felix were eliminated (but would be brought back later and debut with the group). A clip from Felix's elimination gives a glimpse into how hard Chan was on himself.

I will not speculate Chan's thoughts or feelings, but if you dig into it, you can come to some conclusions quickly based on the surrounding context and what we know about Chan and Felix's friendship post-debut.

Fenrir is bound and thus cannot be free to show his true strength and power, held back by the Gods for fear of what or who he could be. In essence, some could argue that this is what made Fenrir stronger and the wolf we know today but that comes with the ridiculous amount of pain and torture the wolf felt. Sure, he became stronger, but at what cost? I would say this is the same question to consider when talking about Chan and Fenrir. Sure, Chan is a wise and strong leader now, but what was the cost? He's made it clear that at one point before debut (and other members have backed this up), he actively avoided connecting with people cause of how many friendships he watched crumble for one reason or another. There's even a clip from a livestream where Chan was noticeably angry with staff and you can see the visible fear and awkwardness from the other members. Again, will not speculate on what any of it could mean, but it does point to something Fenrir and Chan may also have in common. When they are angry, they are

PISSED.

However, it's also important to keep in mind the sort of things Fenrir teaches and encourages from a Norse Pagan/Heathen perspective, so...

Fenrir in Norse Spirituality

A common name attributed to Fenrir is "breaker of chains". When we're talking about what this means from a spiritual standpoint, it means to free yourself from your past, free yourself from expectations or demands of others that holds you down and to let go and live free. For many, this can meaning learning how to cope with mental illness and trauma, learning how to manage (not control) one's anger, how to fuel emotions into actions and remain within the present and not think about the past or the future.

I've also heard many people describe Fenrir as a special kind of 'military boot camp' strict. This is the best way I can describe it; imagine, if you will, that you are a house. Fenrir is the property surveyor (the person who checks houses for faults). Fenrir will go around and tell you everything that isn't sturdy, that has cracks or other faults. Not out of malice, but because if you don't fix this, all it takes is one bad day and your self-worth comes crashing to the ground. Fenrir will even go out of his way to test these parts of yourself, again not out of malice but to make sure you can withstand it. Going back to the house metaphor; imagine Fenrir pointed out your foundations were made with weak cement, so you redo the foundations. Fenrir isn't convinced until he can push into it or stand on it and find it can withstand the weight. (This doesn't go into how our emotions fluctuate daily, but hopefully you get what I'm trying to say.)

Fenrir is also oftentimes seen as an example of justified rage. The rage of youth being mocked by their elders for simply being young. The rage Black people feel when another officer shoots yet another unarmed Black person. The rage LGBTQIA+ people feel when one of their own is killed or assaulted for simply being in love or expressing who they are. The rage women feel when men try to take advantage of or gaslight them into accepting lower. The rage of Indigenous people watching as their lands get bombed, farmed, and in general colonized and ripped of all its worth until nothing remains.

With all these factors in mind, let's finally get to the meet of this. The Stray Kids songs one (like myself) can associate with Fenrir. I will include lyrics, and you're more than welcome to reply or reblog with songs I may have missed. So, without further ado; let's get cracking! (Please note I will be using OT8 songs primarily for this post, again to avoid drama or anyone dogpiling about the controversy.)

'Placebo' (3RACHA original; 2017, Stray Kids original; 2018, re-recorded; 2021.)

"The positive belief that will even heal my wounds Keep going, the Placebo that works on me Honestly, there’s no need to be negative Trust myself, throw away those extra thoughts"

'Placebo' is a song essentially about relying on yourself to get through your challenges, while acknowledging what is currently making you feel weak. The fear and worry about wondering if you will actually make it, but telling yourself you can despite your worries, being your own friends in your darkest moments. Felix's verse I think is almost entirely applicable to Fenrir (Felix even says "drop these rusty chains" - remember, Fenrir was first bound by chains before Gleipnir.)

"Miroh" (original; 2019, re-recorded; 2020)

"Poison, trap, toadstool you can set them up I'll survive in the end, whatever it takes I know your traps, you set them up And I stomp on them tougher There's only one answer, you just have to open it"

"Miroh" (Korean word for 'maze') is an EDM-style song about persevering through the challenges you face, head held high, trusting your instincts and knowing that one way or another you have prepared for this moment and you will make it out the other side. The chorus starts with a line explaining that the narrator (Stray Kids) decided to go into the city (the challenges) themselves and know what is coming, are ready for it and know they can make it through the trial. The song also uses various animal sound effects, including a tiger's roar in the chorus, a hawk's caw and a bird-filled jungle soundscape. (Fenrir is often reported to be associated with swamps and mountains, so the inclusion of wild animal noises fits perfectly here.)

'Red Lights' (2021)

"No matter how hard I try to escape, there's no answer Until I fall asleep in the sun, even deeper I really wanna know, yeah I've already lost control"

This song is performed by Bang Chan and Hyunjin, and according to Genius the song "about compulsion and confusion of ego and about obsession about doing something". One would think, with the sexy sound and concept of the track, it would imply something of a sexy nature. However, it can also be about anything that someone can grow obsessed with. Another person, a feeling, an action, a moment, etc. The line "Tell me you hate me" makes me think of Fenrir talking to Tyr. The music video for the track also heavily features Chan and Hyunjin in chains, so one could also argue the obsession to be the desire to escape from their chains.

"MANIAC" (2022)

"The real self has been released (Yup, yup) Barely holding on (Yup, yup) After blinking once, back Again, back to cosplaying as what society Defines normal to be pow"

'MANIAC' is a song with a visible influence from Mary Shelley's 'Frankenstein' as it explores one's individual uniqueness, the expectations of society (which can delve into toxic perfectionism/happiness, conformity etc) and how we as a people have hidden our inner 'maniac' to fit in with the world. Even when in Asgard, surrounded by the Aesir and Vanir, Fenrir was always gonna be Fenrir. Just by his mere nature, he was deemed an outcast for being a larger and stronger wolf than they had encountered before, something that within itself isn't a crime. Fenrir would likely always be looked down upon if he showed discomfort, anger or any sort of negative emotion. In this song, Stray Kids basically asks the listener to open up their true self, live their authentic selves and enjoy the life they've been given, essentially; "shed the chains society has forced upon you."

"BEWARE" (original; 2018, re-recorded; 2020)

"My current state, the way I talk, my actions I know I shouldn't be like this But everything goes the opposite way I want you to understand me I don't know what will happen Again today, I'm barking"

Remember when I talked about Fenrir and justifiable rage and I brought up youth being angry with elders being condescending with them? This song is my 'case and point'. Going back to what I mentioned in 'MANIAC', no matter what Fenrir did the Aesir were likely not going to view him in a positive light. Ask any person who has tried to get on the good side of someone who couldn't care for them and you'll often find descriptions of growing tire, frustration and rage. Sometimes, we are going to encounter this in life - whether it be a boss who treats us poorly, a colleague/acquaintance/friend gossiping or lying about us behind our back, a family member who has expectations for you that you can't reach no matter what you try etc. Fenrir is no stranger to this; he experienced it firsthand living amongst the Aesir. That rage one feels in these moments is a healthy rage, a voice, which you will find is either being encouraged by Fenrir or is Fenrir himself, screaming at you "This isn't right, I shouldn't be treated like this!"

"SCARS" (2021)

"I'll never cry because I know that it'll never change I'll stay standing and endure it in an unknown place There will be many times I'll almost fall, but Alone, I reach out my hand, alone, I stand back up"

Sometimes, when we face hurdles in our lives we will feel sadness, sorrow or despair. If there's one thing I want to end this made tangent about, it's this; you will face challenges and it's OK to not be happy about it. It's alright to cry, to scream and wail and sob, to shed tears, feel fear, embarrassment, etc. It's alright if you need to punch a pillow or cry yourself to sleep. Remember; Chan probably did the same. For seven years. Fenrir probably did too, stuck within his personal Hell. But if there's one thing you should take from both of them, it's that you are stronger than you think you are. You can survive, you will survive. You will see the light on the other side one day; all it requires is fighting through the pain, even if that means crying from the hurt. We don't leave this life unscathed; we all will die with countless scars, both physical and mental. Be kind to yourself, know you are worthy of being alive right now, and you have the strength to push onwards. Carry the strength of Fenrir - and the strength of Bang Chan and Stray Kids - with you and remember you aren't alone fighting against the chains you've found yourself bound in.

(TLDR; an Autistic Norse Pagan loses were mind when were discovers a Fenrir tattoo design for Chan, goes on a long Stray Kids and Fenrir rant.)

[tarithenurse]

The Bathhouse - 3

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

Reunion

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

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

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

...

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

“[Y/N],” he gasps with a wide smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” he whimpers.

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

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

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

“Don’t you dare stop.”

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

“Good morning.”

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

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

Then your cheek.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Breathe...”

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

But you want more. You need more.

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

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

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

“Almost...so close!” you gasp.

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

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

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

[andy-888]

Lokius fic recommendations

Hey Hey these these are some of the latest fanfics I read about lokius and I wanted to share. Most of them are before s2 came out so I guess they are free of spoilers in case someone didn't watch s2 yet. All are +30k words bc i like long fics. Feel free to add more!

To Keep You by TheRealMrsListing: long fic with amazing writing and real slow burn I loved it

Fit The Profile by WaterHorseyBlues: amazing detectives au can't recommend enough

Howdy by hellzboy: COWBOY AU DO I NEED TO SAY MORE?

The Darkness Within by fluffly_miracle: a more angsty Mobius and a bit of dark fantasy

What Makes A Good Man by chamel: it has 3 parts. The first 2 are one-shots but I recommend reading them before the 3rd one!

Good Impressions by WaterHorseyBlues: astronaut Mobius and Jotunn Loki. Long fic!

Remember to always read the tags!

[the-god-of-stories]

Intro post!

"I'm not giving up. Not for that part of me that hates myself. That wants me to wither and die. Not for you. Never for you."

Name: Loki Laufeyson

Pronouns: Literally anything

Age: Can't keep track of it but thousands

Race: Jotunn but Asgardian

Gender: Genderfluid

Sexuality: Bi

Occupation: God of Stories

CV: Lifted Mjölnir (twice), a god of a lot of things, experienced in many realms, killed my biological father, survived the void, killed Thor (just pointing it out, I'm not proud of it and technically it wasn't me but he's back now), I do heroism, survived childhood, died at least 3 times. I can also break the fourth wall and I was sorcerer supreme for a while too. I'm good at faking my death.

Address: The ten realms and the pub between them

Best friend: Verity Willis (miss you)

Lover: Angel (Smith?) @angel-the-former-anon

Lore: A WHOLE LOTTA @&#% (literally)

Children: Orange kitty, Bruce (rat, dead), Brian (passed away but he was a lizard. Hel, he was more than that to me.) and the ones before adopting them. Like that dumb wolf and I also have some grandchildren but technically I didn't have them it was the other me, it's complicated.

Taken emoji thingies: 🍫🦎🪅

Side notes:

I try to be as comic accurate as possible! :D

English is not my first language so sorry if I use words wrong or words that literally don't exist or my grammar is just shit

This blog is a safe space for everyone (unless the obvious racist homophobic transphobic ect.)

og blog: @lokiholist

[betweenthepoems]

Finally got myself to actually draw a decent pic of Loki. Coupled with an older pic I’ve made of Sigyn.

Note that those are my interpretations of those deities as the characters for my Wattpad YA novel project. This is meant to be a retelling but with some major changes to the Norse lore filled with some extra details from me, so look at them as if they were OCs.

OK, with that out of the way, here’s some stuff about each of them:

LOKI:

AFAB, genderfluid, but mostly stays in masculine forms, although isn’t shy about being born as a girl. Will punch, however, if someone brings it up in an insulting manner.

Even if he’s male at the moment, still has some feminine traits in his looks. More beautiful than handsome, like in some old shoujo manga. For this pic of him I specifically used a panel of Lady Oscar from Riyoko Ikeda’s The Rose of Versailles as a reference.

This Loki is half Aesir, half Jotunn and a shapeshifter, capable of changing every part of his body as he wishes… except his eyes that always stay the same, showing who that person really is. That wouldn't be much of a problem if he didn’t have very unique eyes. Their odd colors and shape, coming from his Jotunn DNA with some mutations don’t help him with appearing as a good person or not standing out from the crowd.

Exhibits traits similar to that of ADHD. In universe they say he has bees inside his head. Also an extrovert.

Using high school tropes, he’s more of a class clown with some believing he’s a hopeless case.

Homeless by choice, but sometimes crashes at one of his few friends' places. This includes Eir’s, whom he sees as the closest thing to a mother figure and teacher, Thor’s, Sigyn’s and Balder’s.

Before Sigyn, Loki wasn’t ever in a serious relationship, at best flirting. Other than with her, the closest he was with Balder, but had to shut it down because of Frigg’s disapproval. Balder is still open to starting again.

SIGYN:

Autistic and an introvert, very fond of being left alone. Takes pride in being independent and doesn’t like asking for help unless she really can’t do something alone.

Hates being touched without permission, especially touching someone else’s bare skin with her own. She finds it gross, with all that pores secreting stuff and living, moving flesh underneath.

Recently she had survived being mauled almost to death by a pack of hungry wolves, leaving her with both physical and mental scars as well as chronic pain in one of her legs and hand. Despite this she still tries to live as she used to, even if she needs to take some limits into account.

Sigyn is a demigodess. She used to live as a hermit deep in Migdard woods, believed by local humans to be a cryptid, but now, after the attack, lives in the outskirts of an Asgardian village in Thor’s domain.

Being half god, half human, height wise she’s in the middle: at 175 cm not as tall as the average goddess but taller than the average human at the time of the vikings. The best way to describe her is as if someone made a lifesize clay sculpture of a girl and then, when the material was still soft, stretched out some body parts and toned down to the absolute minimum all feminine traits. She’s still looking like a girl, but could pass as a young man by just wearing male clothing.

Sigyn likes to keep her hair short and would cut whenever it became possible to tie them into a ponytail. That’s because she finds them hard to maintain and bothersome getting everywhere even when tied.

[thepaladincosplays]

A mother of three; a mother forgotten; the first and only wife of the god Loki. There were many things she had been called, but most forget that, originally, Angrboda was, also, a princess in the old Jotunn history. She was Loki’s first love and the mother of their children Hel, Fenrir, and Jormungandr. It hardly mattered to her how different they all were, they were hers, and no one could take them from her. But, despite her best efforts, her children were stolen from her and it cost her her life. Her story is known quite well throughout the Jotnar tribes, a story told annually as part of a celebration of the Jotnar’s liberation from the iron cold grasp of the All-Father. Some say her spirit lives on in Jotunheimr, echoing her sobs at the sight of her children being manhandled by Odin and his lackeys.

Another wonderful commission from @harchibudytgorichi​! I asked and have delivered, the mother of Hel, Fenrir, and Jormungadr: Angrboda!