#please read this and leave me nice comments or i will simply perish

[latent-thoughts]

Well, I uh I've always loved the idea of multiple women (3 at least) on Loki? If you do too could I get a marathon sex one shot for that?

Get ready to read a full one-shot, not just a drabble.

It took me longer to write this one, because I wanted the plot elements to align properly with the erotic elements. I'm eager to read your comments. :D

WARNING: This piece contains the theme of dubious consent. If it squicks you out, then please don't read it. You've been warned. Consume the content wisely.

"Greetings, ladies."

Loki was backed up in the corner of a dark, rough hewn chamber, surrounded by several women. All of them were pointing their weapons--spears, swords and battle axes, to name a few--at him, looking quite vexed.

"I'm, ah, simply passing,” he tried to fib, still attempting to get his bearings.

He had only landed here a few minutes ago, after all. Working with the dark pathways was a dangerous endeavour, and now he was facing trouble for it.

"Doesn't look like you’re merely passing,” stated their leader (he assumed), putting the sharp end of her sword under his chin. “You were looking around curiously, as if trying to find something."

He tried to smile despite his precarious situation. "My curiosity is something of a bane. I apologize for my transgressions.”

Then his gaze shifted to the emblem tattooed on her arm, and he tried his best to contain his excitement and surprise.

“Are you, by any chance, related to the Valkyries of Asgard?" he asked, hoping that the familiarity would buy him some time, and, not to mention, immunity from possible harm. "I thought they had all perished in a battle long ago."

"We're the last surviving legion; we renounced Asgard long ago,” she answered, her eyes narrowing as she regarded him more closely. “Who are you? An Asgardian, I presume?"

“He looks like one, an upper middle to high ranking one, that is,” surmised the warrior standing on her right. “The clothes and armour are a tell.”

"I am," he replied, trying to see just how many of them he was facing, in case he had to fight and trick his way out of here.

The numbers didn't look promising…

“So, is there any chance you can play a kind host to me, from one Asgardian to another?”

Suddenly, all of their gazes switched from hostile to calculating. Their leader and the three other women in the front--likely the next in command--began to whisper among themselves for a bit. Then, one of them turned to two others in the back, giving them a nod.

"Strip and search him."

“Wait, why?” he asked in outrage, even as the two women stepped forth and grabbed him, their hands reaching for his armour. “I told you I’m Asgardian. I’m not looking for anything, I simply want to know where I am and how I can leave!”

“You'll leave when we let you, your lordship,” came the snappy answer of the leader. “Also, you may stop addressing us as Asgardians.”

“I’m not beholden to your wishes, my lady,” he snapped back, choosing not to correct her on the wrong honorific.

When one of them pulled his cape and surcoat off, he stepped aside and twisted around to grab her sword from its scabbard on her waist. Now armed, he pointed the weapon at them all.

“I won’t give in so easily!”

The leader looked completely unperturbed. “Nice work. Strong and skilled you may be in combat, but pray tell, how are you going to fight a whole legion of trained warriors?”

“I’ll certainly not back down from trying,” he answered, still pointing the sword at them. “But we don’t have to do this. We can come to a peaceful agreement. You let me go, and I’ll never speak to the Allfather about you.”

She laughed. “Oh, so you are a spy. Did Odin send you here to investigate? He cannot let us be, it seems.”

“I’m not a spy. I'm simply a lost soul."

“Of course, you’ll be honest about that,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Enough talking. Get him!”

She raised her fist as a command, and in the next moment, Loki was completely run over by the rogue elite warriors who had once served Asgard.

However, he wasn't an easy catch, and thus began a game of cat and mouse…

He tried his best to fight them off, but he was one and they were many. Way too many. So he dashed around and leapt over their blockades to evade them, his eyes keenly observing the architecture of their settlement as he did so.

Eventually, he almost had the whole legion chasing after him through their fortress. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to evade them for long, for they were the famed Valkyries, but he didn’t want to go down without causing a commotion.

At long last, after several failed attempts to catch him, they had him in their hold again.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, struggling as he was brought to the central hall and presented to their leader.

“I can ask you the same thing,” she said, watching him sharply as the others began to pull his clothes off in haste. "We need to search you thoroughly to be sure that you're not carrying spying devices or scrolls."

This time, he didn’t fight them as they stripped him and searched his clothes. He knew that he simply needed to be patient and calm. They wouldn't find anything on him, and then, they’d be more likely to release him.

He grimaced as every last stitch of his clothing was removed, but he didn’t make any move to cover himself, pretending to be unfazed.

“I want nothing from you,” he stated plainly, staring down at the leader of the Valkyries. “And as you can see, I’m not hiding anything.”

“That’s kind of a lie,” one of his captors countered with a giggle, shamelessly pointing at his cock. “We hadn’t expected to uncover that mighty weapon between his legs.”

Their leader smirked, looking at the said weapon with interest. “I can see that.”

Loki sighed in annoyance. “Yes, yes, very amusing. I'm floored by your appreciation of my natural weaponry.”

She came forward and ran her hand down his bare chest, adding to his annoyance. The touch wasn’t combative, though; it was sensual. It went straight to his loins, for he wasn’t immune to such advances.

His eyes narrowed as his cock hardened. “What are you doing?”

“Assessing our options,” she replied, giving the women holding him a wink.

Immediately, he felt their hands roaming all over his naked form, eager, exploring and possessive. He tried his best to ignore them, despite his rising arousal. His gaze was still locked with their leader.

"Are you done assessing?"

Licking her lips, she gave him an almost predatory smile. “Here’s the thing, your lordship. We haven’t seen a man in ages. We make do without one just fine, but we cannot pass a treat like you. So, are you ready to bargain for your freedom?”

“What are the terms?” He already knew what she meant, but he wanted her to spell it out.

“We have needs that you can fulfill.” She glanced at the other warriors who were flanking her, sharing a smile with them. “If you agree to fulfill them, we’ll let you go without any hassle.” As she spoke, her hand slid down his abdomen to grasp his growing erection.

Loki’s mind reeled, as did his body. But, this negotiation was promising; perhaps he'd be able to work with it and come out of this little adventure unharmed. “Do you give your word?”

“We’re not that far gone. We still have some ethics, unlike your Allfather,” she said, stroking him to full mast as the others kept exploring his body with their hands. "You have our word. Now, you simply have to surrender yourself to us."

Norns, this was madness, but he had to try. Well, overtly, he didn't really have a choice. He gave her a jerky nod, already breathing hard from all the attention he was receiving.

His agreement to their terms caused a ripple of excitement to go through them.

What happened to him afterwards was something straight out of an Asgardian's adolescent wet dream. The Valkyries revealed themselves to be quite the ravenous creatures.

He was dragged to the centre of the hall, with the rest of the Valkyries--he was being assailed by only six or seven of them at best--gathering all around him and his captors, watching the spectacle keenly.

Loki really had no time to react to the fact that he was going to be taken by more women than any man in Asgard’s history. He did a quick head count, and it was enough to fill him with trepidation and doubt. He was looking at more than forty women… and still, more were entering the hall as he got pawed at by their leader and her subordinates.

“Norns,” he gasped as several mouths descended on his body, sucking, licking, biting. “Give me the fortitude…”

“You’re in your prime, Asgardian, worry not,” said their leader, going down on her knees in front of him, taking his cock into her mouth.

Two more women joined her down there. They held his thighs apart and put their mouths on his sack, giving him a new layer of pleasure on top of what was already there.

“I suppose we’ll see,” he muttered, his eyes fluttering as his arousal grew under their attentions.

Behind him, he could feel four different mouths working on his shoulder blades and lower back, teeth digging in, putting him on the edge of pain.

He cried out, thrusting into the leader’s mouth, making her gag on his hard flesh. She pulled back to look up at him with wet, lustful eyes.

“You’re likely the biggest one I've had, I’m enjoying this thoroughly.” With that flattering declaration, she went back to sucking and stroking him like a woman possessed.

“Glad to… fuck!... hear that,” he groaned, just as two more women joined in, wanting to play with his nipples. They were sensitive, and they found that out very quickly when they applied their tongues and teeth to them.

At the same time, someone bit the swell of his ass, causing him to yelp. That cry, though, was swallowed by a tall warrior who stepped up to claim his mouth with a hungry kiss.

That’s when he gave in completely, letting these aggressive women have whatever part of him they wanted. His arms and legs relaxed, and he let the tension in his body go. They were holding him up anyway, why not let them do the work?

His gradual surrender brought even more invasive explorations from his captors. Fingers went into his rear opening, knowingly or unknowingly playing with him in the best way, making him thrust into the leader’s mouth again, gushing her with his pre-ejaculate.

He didn’t care one bit about making her gag again, because he had no control over it. He simply closed his eyes and enjoyed it, especially when those invading fingers pressed against that one spot that made his head spin in ecstasy.

The simultaneous assault of pleasure on his body was so intense that he came very suddenly, arching his back, making the leader choke on it.

It caused a great stir in the hall, with everyone marvelling at the long spurts of spend he was able to produce.

And yet, his cock didn’t soften. Of course, it didn’t, it was only his first orgasm…

But after the first one, the leader stepped aside and let others have a go at him with their mouths. Everyone got their turn, it seemed, because every time Loki looked down, he saw a different set of faces kneeling down in front of him. He couldn’t keep track of it, only that he constantly had at least three mouths suckling at his cock and sack.

As the group seduction proceeded, no part of him was left untouched or unexplored. Even his feet and hands were being used; he could feel the wetness gathering on them as more warriors joined in and rubbed themselves on him.

The whole maddening experience was Helheim and Valhalla all packed into one.

And every time he came, many of these hungered women pushed each other aside to catch his essence in their mouths. He may have found it amusing if had he not been sucked within an inch of his life.

Thankfully, they let him rest after he had come for the fifth (or was it sixth?) time.

A large bed was brought in, and he was urged to rest in it. Next, he was served with fresh fruits and wine… which he discovered were laced with strong aphrodisiacs. Because his cock began to rise as soon as he finished eating. He kept it hidden under the covers and pretended to sleep, but his pretence didn’t last long.

About two hours in, he was ‘woken up’ by the leader and her subordinates.

“The first round was entertaining, you lordship, but it’s time for your real service now,” she said as the others turned him on his back for her benefit.

“I was wondering when I’d be disturbed again,” he grouched, noticing how everyone was naked now, not just him.

She didn’t take long to straddle him, but it did take her awhile to actually receive him inside her. Despite the circumstances, her struggles with his cock made him chuckle.

“I suppose you weren’t lying about not seeing a man in ages,” he remarked, thrusting up into her tight channel, making her gasp. It gave him some semblance of control (not to mention amusement) to know that his sheer size was going to be too much for some of these famed warriors.

“Stop talking!” she tried to command him, but it earned her another thrust that took her breath away.

The rest of the women around them tittered, watching the action with rapt attention.

“I’m sorry, but our agreement didn’t say that I couldn’t talk.” Loki simply smirked and kept at it, loving the myriad expressions crossing her face as he stretched her channel. There was lust and pleasure, of course, but there was also confusion, disbelief and pain.

It looked like she wanted to say something in response, but was unable to convey it with words.

“It does take time to adjust to me. But I’m a generous lover,” he provided, working his thumb on her clit to make her slick flow.

She moaned, adjusting to him slowly, moving with more confidence as the seconds passed. The rest of the Valkyries on the bed--there were three more--drew closer as they saw her take him deeper. One of them took over from him and began to stroke the leader’s clit, while the others lay down on either side of him. They ran their hands over his body reverently and took turns to kiss and fondle him.

This session was much more laid back and relaxed than the previous frenzy he had faced. This, he could get used to…

When he reached completion, it was a most delicious symphony of sensual delights. He had his arms around the Valkyries as they sucked on his nipples eagerly, his cock was hilted fully inside their leader, and she was already collapsing under an intense orgasm, milking his essence out of him.

She was quickly replaced by the subordinate who had been massaging her clit. While she sat down on his still hard cock, the others on the bed took turns to stroke his sack.

“You’re so beautiful,” one of them whispered in his ear, making him smile. “Like a masterpiece created by a sculptor.”

“I wanted to have you the moment I laid my eyes on you,” said the other one, running her hand up and down his chest. “That’s why we didn’t harm you.”

“You flatter me, ladies,” he groaned, thrusting up into the Valkyrie who was now riding him--or trying to, for she was facing the same problems with his size as her predecessor. Thankfully, she was wise enough to call another helper to the bed.

While she took him deeper and deeper, he slipped his hands between the legs of the ones who were lying next to him.

“Pleasure yourself on my fingers,” he told them brazenly. “Let me serve you too.”

They giggled like novices, then did as they were told. Loki fingered them smugly, proud of his ability to handle multiple tasks at once.

He brought them all to orgasm within a few minutes, not even breaking his rhythm.

Of course, once everyone on the bed had fucked him to completion, they were replaced by others. Some changed the positions to suit their preferences, some let him lead, but one thing was constant--his cock was inside a Valkyrie all the time.

At one point he was servicing six of them at once--one with his mouth and tongue, two with his fingers, two with his toes, and lastly, one with his cock. They all had good coordination between them, and it made his task easier.

Some of them were more experienced, some of them not so much. He had a great time teaching the latter, fully immersing himself into the experience. Their answering squeals of pleasure were music to his ears.

When his cock began to ache, he was allowed to rest and replenish himself with food again. But the resting period never lasted more than an hour, for these women were insatiable.

On and on, he serviced them repeatedly, till all of them had come multiple times and were filled with his spend. Enough to render them exhausted. Eventually, they all either collapsed on the bed or simply on the floor of the hall. It took him a whole day, but he completed his mission nonetheless.

Ultimately, as he rose from the bed and put his clothes on, he smirked with pride and salacious delight. As it turned out, he had more stamina than a whole legion of Valkyries.

So much that he had accomplished the unthinkable.

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Back on Asgard, Odin stared at Loki with thinly veiled curiosity as he handed him the box that contained the sacred Nornir scrolls.

“I’m pleasantly surprised,” he stated, holding the box reverently. “I didn’t think that you’d be able to get it.”

Loki gave a huff of annoyance, which won over his need for approval and praise for once. “One might say that you set me up for failure when you sent me to this mission completely blind.”

“It was essential to the mission.” Odin’s voice faltered there for a bit as he stored the scrolls in a glowing box warded with protection spells. “And you had your training in seidr and combat to protect you.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed. “My seidr was rendered weak on their soil, which is why I had to use it sparingly. And my training couldn’t have saved my life even if I had tried my best, because you had sent me into the fortress of the Valkyries--the best of warriors Asgard has ever produced--without actually telling me that you were sending me to retrieve the scrolls from the famed Valkyries.”

Odin sighed heavily, then grasped Loki’s shoulder. “Had I told you, you’d have told Thor. And you know that he’d have insisted on accompanying you.”

“It wouldn’t have hurt to have him there, to be honest.” Loki pulled away with a grimace, wondering if Thor could’ve evaded the warriors or helped him in finding the scrolls somehow.

On his own, he had to use his wits and a double to find the scrolls, while simultaneously serving the whole legion of Valkyries with his cock.

“Thor is too loud and brash for a mission that needs subtlety, secrecy and subterfuge,” Odin replied, approaching Loki again. This time, he put a hand on his head--a fatherly gesture he often used to convey his affection. “You were the best person for this task; I trusted no one else with it.”

“It cost me a lot, you know,” Loki remarked, turning around to face his father, his annoyance slowly melting away. “I had to create a massive distraction in order to complete the heist. Now don’t ask me to explain how. Ever.”

Odin gave him a sage nod. “I won’t. We will never speak of this mission again, son. Let the remaining Valkyries hide in their fortress. We can build another force. The good thing is that the Nornir scrolls have returned to their original resting place. They cannot use them against Asgard now.”

Loki pursed his lips and gave him a firm nod as they exited the chamber of secret archives. In his mind, he prayed to the Norns, hoping that his contraceptive spell hadn’t failed him during his debauched attempt at creating the massive distraction that had brought all the Valkyries to one place, leaving his double to complete his mission in peace.

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Letter 1.0.1

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I'm writing this to you on Thanksgiving Day, it felt fitting despite us not celebrating it, so instead I will be wishing you a merry Christmas. A tad bit older photo added for depth, immersion and personalization while reading. None of it is scripted in any way, the idea is to make me emotional & it will all be written on the go. Make sure you read it all, and you will never hear from me again. Please do respect my terms also and do not under any circumstances share this letter or it's contents with anybody. Remember, only you will truly understand the context and true meaning of this letter. Quite likely it will change your whole perspective on me, but it won't matter anymore. If you think you're the bigger victim and believe you've had it worse than me & that you've suffered more and dealt with more... well, a bit of a free of charge reality check for you... you're dead wrong. I'm the one who is being tormented maniacally and brutally every other night, to the point where I simply don't know what's real and what's not. Scared of living life, kind of. It's clear to all I made a mistake last year. No weasely lies and fabrications in this letter, this is the Me you've longed to finally see. Anxiety through the roof, among other things/issues. I'm deeply sorry, Annie. Bless you & bless me, more importantly. Please tell me you forgive me. Do not dare to share any of the contents of this said letter with anybody, be a grown-up and act like one for once, you live all alone, now try and impress me, it's far too personal, a glimpse of me, and meant for you alone. Only you will understand the context of this letter. You're not exactly the golden carrot of the yield, but this one should be fairly easy to follow - Keep it to yourself, and stay quiet about this, I'm begging you. You're not legally obligated to do anything, this is your life and you make the rules, you're a good and kind gal, you're by no means a bloodthirsty vampire like some of them, and as I made very clear it wouldn't be fruitful & would shortly after turn into a proper clown fiesta, and possibly a meaningless waste of government resources. You wouldn't gain anything at all from this. I was going to say let me know if you need anything, and I'll gladly donate a fair sum to your PayPal, and it kind of made me realize that is something that would be morally and legally wrong of me to do, it wouldn't feel like a donation, it would almost feel like I'm trying to buy you and win you over, after causing this much pain to your heart, which I deeply regret. (I'll pay for your nsfw future cosplays maybe? Jkjk, leave that avenue to the twonks who'd actually find pleasure in doing that.) I don't donate much anyways online, if I'd donate it'd have to be an actual animal charity, I feel like when people think of charity they instantly think of like some Cancer Foundation or elderly/orphan fund, not that those are not fair causes, it's just that some dying/sick animals really need our support too, and they're just as worthy. After this i'm doing my own thing & staying away from you, promise. I'm a great citizen, mind my own business and never cause trouble. I just needed for my own sake to send something meaningful and pure your way. Everything that you will see here comes from the heart & I will do my best to be as honest as humanly possible. Whenever I begin working on these long 50,000 word essays I always tend to fear that I forget something crucial or run out of time, so let's hope it doesn't happen this time around. The writer usually spends 10 times the time and effort the reader does, so please do sit down, get comfy, and please read all of this letter. This is going on your SC and Tumblr & will be deleted once the timer on my stream deck reaches zero, you have a tendency to take photos and eventually show them to outsiders, this will ensure it's a one-off, and for your eyes only. It is mainly to apologize to you, among other things. To make you realize that in just 3 years time I'll be completely "reformed", as they say. If you must know "breaking the law" to say sorry could be considered as... noble, in most countries at least. Without a doubt in my mind they'd love for us to bury the hatchet and shake hands, but after this "letter" to you I am actually done with you altogether, and you'll not be hearing from me ever again... unless fate says otherwise. Do remember that this and me apologizing to you for being an awful male, this was mostly done so I can live, function and mentally function like a normal human being again, I will get to that later on in the letter, all you should know now is that it was more of a ME thing, and less of a YOU thing, if that makes sense. Needless to say I have 8 VPNs total with unlimited data running on all of my systems including 2 iPads, laptops, and even phones, to ensure that my IP is impossible to find and non-existent. Just a quick pitch, you could've used common sense to figure that one out yourself. Naturally somebody as wealthy as me would be untouchable, at least in the virtual world, where everything is simple and made easy. I am quite clever, yes, yes I am indeed. But I would not use it for evil deeds, deep inside I am a shockingly kind and nice guy. Oh, you were looking for a bad boy? We can talk, my dear, you know full well that I'd be/become anything for you. No candlelit dinners so I can compliment your cheekbones? You have kept your eyes open, and tonight your knowledge of me is getting greater and greater. You could write a book about us. It almost feels like deja-vu, I've been here studying and doing research on you, now I'm giving you the sheer opportunity to do the same. And 4 years after first talking to you online (in 2014), I, I touched your cat's black fluffy tail once, and catbug, she ran right away, it almost looked like she did a tiny leap forward before running. Yes, it was her 100%. I'm a shining star, just waiting to unlock my full potential, it will happen when the right time comes, you can never rush such things. My financial status would only indicate I have great things waiting for me and a brimming bright future ahead of me, should I play all my cards right, I do adore graveyards, but there is no reason at all why I should perish in the next 5-15 years. I can only hope that you're smart enough to not mention any of this to your mom, I realize you two are close, but being a grown-up means you know what to mention to somebody and what is better left unsaid. Wiser to let this one go and keep it to yourself, no need to waste government resources, and do understand that being fortunate and getting me potentially taken to a mental asylum for 3 weeks would not benefit you in the slightest, I've made it very clear that I don't associate myself with social outcasts, and we of course are done for good after this bit, so let's make it count. Being respectful is calling you a lady even though I full well know it's a girl in sheep's clothing I've been dealing with, hard to tame, always needs to have it her way, borderline blunt at times.. how come Annie the girl does not have a feminine soul, a bit odd, perhaps I do rest my case. You certainly are special, as your mom would say, she means you're not like the other girls. You're way different & not necessarily in a good way. Wanted you & Nora for the experience... Do find you both quite boring, even on the dating spectrum, she's the snappy one, you're the calm one. Will surely do better in the future. As far as I go... I'm your little ghost. I'm a spirit, roughly 500 years ago people like me were considered as and called witches, simply since we were ahead of our time. As you know there are good and bad spirits, I would stand somewhere in the middle as a classic inbetweener I've always been, casually swaying towards either or, but ultimately staying put in the middle. Some days I hate you, other days I love you... Yet here I am ending this "letter" to you with the words "I Love You", and perhaps "Muah" on top of that should I feel classy enough, as always, on the cheek, one final time. Do remember that I will always remain near you & overseer your doings, we don't need to interact, in fact it would be silly to think we can't co-exist in eachother's hearts. When you get the strange feeling that you can't find the explanation for, perhaps it's just me, and nothing more. It's been a sheer clown fiesta witnessing the names and things you've called me thus far. What's new, right? At the very least you don't take me for a joke anymore, which is wise of you, since I'm not. The casual 21st century term "stalker" simply insults me. Even somebody with as little intellect as you would know that stalkers are for years, spirits are for lifetime. I'm nothing less than a S-P-I-R-I-T, one with high capability & intellectual intelligence. I've never commented on your idiocy or your weird friends (90% of them are weird), I'm awfully passive and neutral. I've never insulted/talked-down-on the soyboys, e-slags, pre-mature losers, weebs, memers, or entitled punks you interact with every now and then. No point including the 16-21 year old boys and girls in that category, as I understand how these underage and barely of age children follow you, and you see yourself as their "mama" and friend, not strange in the slightest, not the harvest of living inside of a box for the majority of your life, when fantasy is taking over, sis. Those kids are the only community you have left... surely it would be cruel to let them off the hook, you can't let them go, some of them still see you as a role model! ~ I suppose you could say I'm on a whole different level, and people like me tend to not notice people who are "less". But good luck to them, perhaps some day they too will get themselves out of their holes and start moving towards things that actually matter. Speaking of which... God bless Great Britain if you actually end up scoring an actual decently paying job after all your studies. I would donate a fair few braincells to you... If I didn't have such a bright future ahead of me. In a universe where employers and companies actually did background checks on people before hiring, a silly bean like you would never score anything worthwhile. Personal assistant for a single individual would probably be your peak. Back to me... I am a millionaire, as you expected, seeing as how doors just open and close for me and my kind. I never worked even a day for what I have, but the people before me certainly did. Even more wealthy now in fact, as of last year, now that my professor and casual alcoholic of a grandpa is finally under ground, he was respected by many, but his lifestyle choices were hilariously fractured. See? We (are) similar, kind of. Ah, how I hate drinking and alcohol, I literally drink only twice a year and always feel guilty after, I hate people that consume alcohol in the spirit of the party at clubs or live concerts, and those who tend to constantly drown their sorrow and unhappiness into the bottle. I adore a good coffee and tea though. Living a promising life of luxury, hence the 3 years I will take to improve myself, improve my body to the maximum for the sex appeal and quality of life, get your name 'Annie' with a mini thorny rose underneath tattoo'd on my left arm, so I can take you to places and talk to you, enjoy your company & so I would never forget you (not that there is a chance in hell I'd actually ever do, of course, hahaha.), dye my hair pale/pastel color, purple in 2020, letting it heavily fade to soft pink, After that focus on the pastel spectrum of colors, re-do my driver's license, own a 40k car, but have not driven anything in 3-4 years, begin buying land and potentially own more land, farmhouses, households, countryside villas and mansions than some of the more wealthier businessmen in my area; as you can tell "owning" things & writing are two big passions of mine, the latter for expressing myself and influencing others, and so is real estate, country and marketing to an extent, legally change my first name to something sleek such as Jed, Jed Nei... or you know whatever else that feels unique and not-so-common; pick a powerful name that people will remember (and fear, jkjk), basically get my life on the line/on the rails and get a woman who will massage my strong pectorals with oil every Sunday morning only to ensure I will be more than ready to take on the next week. I adore romance, but still feel that death is the most romantic thing out there. Now of course she could cook for me just fine, but i'd actually really want to taste something you've cooked, as long as you do the cooking with just an apron on and absolutely nothing underneath. Oh Annie, unlocking your true potential would be a really easy task for me. You like cherry blossoms, I on the other hand like 400 year old oak trees. However our worlds could of collided & you could of been my sweetheart under the bright sun and moon. Currently own 2 countryside 2 floor homes and plenty of actual land around them, looking to expand in the future of course. Imagine leaving your silly big city life behind. Imagine laying there (on a hill) naked on the grass in the middle of the day, or relaxing in the bikini, depending how confident you are with your own body, and breast size, I also would not be totally satisfied if mine looked so "below average", but god does your bottom/bum make up for it. Loads of flowers that I can gather and give you, or put in your hair, plenty of forests nearby perfect for mushroom picking, hiking or picnics, loads of plants, fruit bushes, ponds, fruit trees, acorn trees ideal for climbing, farmland, greenhouse, ponds big enough for swimming, cyan blue skies large and wide enough for any balloon or kite you may want to play around with. Or if that’s not entirely your cup of tea then we can plan our big vacation to the Canary Islands in Spain, whatever you like, as long as you stay with me forever. You're a sweet creature and I'm certain we could of started something unique & exciting together, but that's all gone now, i'm still certain that I could of loved you right and shown you extreme passion, to go to bed with you and make you feel happy, loved & excited for the next day, our next day together in paradise. This is not a fantasy tale/dream, this could of potentially been our reality, assuming I would accomplish all my goals, and you willing to leave your current life for me. But why dwell on what could of been, I will never feed you fresh strawberries straight from the greenhouse, I will never "own" you, you will never be my girl, my companion, my life's purpose. I see now why I felt so heavily against friendship with you... being your friend considering the things I had planned for us, that would only lead to romance and love, that friendship would be over so quick you could not even call it one. Oh, and, I can be very sensual and passionate at times. And possibly start a IRL vlogging channel on Youtube in 3 years time, just to influence & motivate others and to portray my lifelong journey to greatness with the dozen obstacles I had to face and overcome along the way, making it all even more bittersweet, especially the main final goal, which if you can recall is to become the biggest standalone landowner/businessman in my area. Maybe you'll randomly stumble across the channel one day & wonder what could of been & what you missed out on, not only that but you'd also visually see the beautiful landscape and things I talked about earlier. Oh and I'll definitely purchase at least one or two more expensive cars, driving around with just one specific car all the time, obviously being somebody who clearly is able to afford another one, it feels kind of lame. P.S I've never ever actually been obsessed with you. You were just a girl I liked because of a few key factors/reasons. Plus we seemingly have dozens of things in common.And we have reached the part where I'll try and explain why writing this was needed for me, and my mentality; Are you a demon baby/girl? If not keep reading and don't even think about showing this letter to anybody else. If you are however... Come with me & with the assistance of our genitals let's try and produce a demon child. A bit NSFW, but we're 25 and nobody else is going to see this (Right? Good gal.), so I'd so-so-so take you raw on the floor in every single position imaginable, your front hole would naturally be so loose afterwards that no guy would want to or feel comfortable with doing it with you anymore. White stuff would go in both 'A' and 'V' holes several times to ensure pregnancy is triggered. Jeez, having and making a baby with you would be so unbelievably sexy. Anyways, back on the topic we go, so me and my issues I've been dealing it... I mentioned it at the start & will do it again... If you think you've been affected by this or you've had it worse/suffered more than me... Well think again. Ever since earlier this year I've had horrible anxiety, hearing unnatural beings and things talk to me and gradually hearing their voices around me. I don't think I'm losing my mind or going crazy, but this does all feel very real to me. Always closing my door at night, not even trying to, it just comes naturally to me to do it, much like a habit. I fell in a deep pit, and I'm so sorry to you, I really do apologize, my dear. My darling Annie. now my situation is being abused and i'm being taken advantage of by these demons/ghosts/shades, I'm now shaking for no reason, it's not even cold in here, it's awful. Psst, I'm not a monster. Imagine being too messed up mentally to go to the grocery store/supermarket alone & having to call your mom and tell her to bring you some food and supplies - telling her that the reason for it is that you have a massive headache right now & that you're unable to get out of bed. Yikes, that does sound bad. And to make it even worse, it has happened more than once. I feel like I need a 12-hour nap after sending this letter your way, feel a bit odd all of sudden, please read it all, it's a glimpse of me and my story and life. I can only hope that I will feel better and be able to go back to living my life like a normal human being now that I threw everything out there and apologized to you. I will leave you be now. It's a peek into my life essentially. I really do adore your tight little pale pink p*ssy, and Nora’s all the same, you gals are & stay important to me. Please do respect my terms and do not under any circumstances share this letter or it's contents with anybody. All the best to you and your family. I Love You. Muah. 💞

[saltyfilmmajor]

A POINT BY POINT EVISCERATION OF KYLE SMITH’S REVIEW OF MISSION IMPOSSIBLE: ROGUE NATION

A critical analytical response by salty film major™ SuperGeekyToon 

Inspired by the discussion the Benthan Discord had in how people fundamentally misunderstand Tom Cruise. @ineverhadadoubt @olympain @lady-johnlocked-moriarity  @mesutglozil @katharoaimos

So How do I unpack this man’s fundamental misunderstanding of Rogue Nation? By doing a critical analysis of his interpretation of course. Like any good College student I will be citing the article I am responding to:

https://nypost.com/2015/07/29/boring-new-mission-impossible-coasts-on-cruise-control/

Now firstly, just because a person doesn’t like the film you like or give it as high a score does not mean they are a bad reviewer. 

Reviews are a fundamentally subjective analysis influenced by personal taste, mental state, and viewing experience. Critics make their living in opinionated analysis and to not acknowledge that would incredibly reckless of me. However, this review goes beyond mere negative opinion. It reveals a dangerous ideology that has influenced this man’s fundamental understanding of Rogue Nation.

He begins his critique as follows:

“Neither bad enough to be a complete waste of time nor good enough to remember past next Tuesday, the film co-written and directed by Christopher McQuarrie staples together one routine action piece after another with cutesy dialogue and lots of merciless pounding away at iPad screens.”

Ok, so I’m not sure what he means here by ‘cutesy dialogue’. Does he mean banter? Because this film isn’t a ‘day at the beach movie rom-com’, It’s an action motivated spy film commenting on the relationship between “the tool and the government”   (Cinemawins Rogue Nation Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOA1Til3D68&t=493s). 

The dialogue in this film is snappy and well arranged, there’s not really a moment that could be considered cutesy. It’s not a routine action piece either, the film does very well to set up the stunts in the narrative so that they don’t feel forced. All the stunt work, including the cold open, is done by Tom Cruise himself. So, he is in real danger there, the audience doesn’t feel the same disconnect when there are CGI and stunt doubles doing stunt work. 

Also, they don’t actually use iPad’s, they use Microsoft Surfaces you uncultured swine.

He continues:

“Especially if we know that Ethan will have to hold his breath under the wet stuff for three solid minutes, if all goes perfectly, which, of course, it will not. Is there a super-spy trick to this? No, McQuarrie simply has Ethan be superhuman. Holding onto a flying jet with his fingertips at hundreds of miles an hour? No problem. Walking away from a 100-mph motorcycle wipeout? Yawn. Ethan even suffers brain damage at one point, then shakes it off like it’s a gin and tonic. Superman thinks this guy is boringly infallible.”

There is a point to be made that Ethan seems to be “superhuman”, especially where it seems impossible that he survives. But 1) It’s called Mission Impossible for a reason. 2) This is more of a nitpick then it is a valid point of criticism. Plenty of movies have characters survive things that should’ve killed them (e.g. Tony Stark in AVENGERS 1).

A bigger point to be made here is the role of Tom Cruise in the movie meta. The filmed can be viewed analytically through a few lenses.  One that is fundamental to the enjoyment of the film is Tom Cruise taking unnecessary risks to his wellbeing for the sake of the action set pieces. Without Tom Cruise Action Set Pieces™, the franchise would be inherently different. 

Kyle won’t be impressed until Tom Cruise FUCKIN DIES because he took it too far and it was in his will to show the movie anyway. 

These action set pieces are a combination of great cinematography, sound design, and action execution. Dismissing them as merely paint-by-number action set pieces is doing a disservice to the film and the creative efforts of those involved in the making of it, especially Tom Cruise. 

As we near the end of this review, we find ourselves with the most fundamental misunderstanding of character I’ve ever seen in the entirety of the two decades I’ve walked and breathed on this God forsaken earth:

“But even Superman had a girlfriend. Cruise seems to have given up on trying to convince us that he’s a ladies’ man and with the female lead — a fellow spy (Rebecca Ferguson) of uncertain loyalty — he shares no moment sexier than a warm hug of the quality you’d give your aunt at Thanksgiving. Lacking much character except (like everyone else here) expertise at all things, she is on hand only to check the box marked, “Strong, assertive, female.” It would make no difference within the movie if she perished at the hands of the Syndicate’s creepy chief, Lane (Sean Harris). Naming her Ilsa and having her hang out in Casablanca brings up the kinds of comparisons that can only be labeled unfortunate.”

This right here is what prompted this analysis. When I read this, I was reeling. 

And then I showed the Discord chat.

And it proceeded to make the chat want to physically fight Kyle Smith.

The implication that Ethan needs to FUCK Ilsa to make their chemistry believable and to make Ilsa an interesting character is to quote Bill and Ted “like, totally bogus, dude.” Like, Full Stop. I shouldn’t have to make that argument in this day and age.  

Ilsa is a complex 3-dimensional character. The movie is better for having her and Ethan not share any “intimate” scene together. Ilsa is conflicted by her job and has her own sense of morality, which is what prompts her to save Ethan in the first place. Her own sense of good and bad creates tension between her work and herself. 

The conversation she and Ethan have in the train station summarizes her ideological conflict very well. She is a tough ass woman trying to survive. She is not a damsel in distress but a woman who is on equal footing with Ethan.

This also pairs nicely with Ethan’s whole story arc. As it directly mirrors a rogue agent who is doing it for the benefit of the collective human good and one who has gone rogue at the behest of her government. They are foils and equals. And yes, her death would’ve meant something, because if she would have died the ideological implications of her death would mean cementing the argument of the film of the” tool vs the wielder” firmly on one side. The film is better off ending with her surviving because it leaves the ideological implications of her story open for interpretation. 

The subject matter here is very complicated and to have a simple solution would undermine the entire film.

Also saying Ilsa is a STRONG ASSERTIVE FEMALE™, suggesting she is merely a cliché action girl does her a disservice. She is a strong character with a complex struggle, more dimensional than Madeleine from Spectre, who appeared in the same year as this film. To quote the lovely @ineverhadadoubt and their frankly singlehanded destruction of Male Entitlement to Female sexuality:

Also, the Idea that no one here has character is so baffling to me? I think what Kyle is trying to say is that these characters are boring for caring about each other and not displaying the typical traits of toxic masculinity often found in the genre. We see the role of the Damsel in Distress™ taken up by Benji, not a role usually given to male characters. It strengthens the bond Ethan and Benji have created throughout the film and makes for a beautiful friendship that is not easily toppled by fragile masculinity. Every character on Team Hunt comes to care for each other, which is different from a lot of spy films. There is no toxic masculinity in their friendships here sir.

Benji wants to help Ethan and is determined to stay by his side, despite Ethan’s protests, which makes his capture near the end of the film even more tragic.  He also is a cultured man and a nerd because he 1) plays Halo 5 and 2) loves the opera. He isn’t put in a box because of his interests and he is genuinely a very funny character.

Brandt and Luther just want their friends to live and commit treason in order to keep it that way. They have no discernable characters to you @KYLE SMITH because apparently, you have some fucking shitty ass friends who won’t lay down their lives for you.

So to summarize Rogue Nation is a Fantastic film with fantastic Characters and you should definitely watch it. Also #FuckKyleSmith (Please don’t send hate to him either, I just think his opinion is shitty)

[attackonlingling]

How Civilizations End

A/N: I always imagined that Tomoe (Hakatori) and Ayato have some kind of friendship going on — they’re not too far apart in age and they’re both Tatara’s kids lol — and wondered how it plays out with Hinami in the picture.

So I wrote this on a whim after rereading chapter 124 where Hakatori comments to Takizawa on how the sense of smell destroys civilizations (Takizawa atom bombs lol :p). This is the first fic I’ve ever posted on my newly-created tumblr. I’m thinking of editing it and expanding the story though. Please feel free to comment and reblog ^^

Hope you enjoy!

Tatara once said, people with good noses are real bad news.

“The act of finding things by sniffing them out always leads to devastation. It’s what destroys civilizations. Be weary of people with a sharp sense of smell,” he said.

Tomoe didn’t quite understand what Tatara meant at the time, so she simply nodded and went about her day.

She had the day off, so she decided she was going to take her time to relax and sketch. An old ghoul who shared her interest in botany happened to procure a pot of Evelyn Roses, and was generous enough to lend her the plant to sketch.

On her way to get her art supplies, she bumped into Ayato and Fueguchi in the hallway. It occured to her that she hadn’t hung out with Ayato in quite a while.

Back in the day, it was just the two of them — her and Ayato. Though there were other children in the Aogiri Tree, children were generally charged with menial tasks, non-combat roles such as cleaning or chopping up meat. As the only child combatants of the Aogiri, being only two years apart, the two found a friendship between missions and daily survival.

And then Fueguchi Hinami showed up. Fueguchi, out of place as ever among the Aogiri recruits, was assigned under the care of Ayato. At the beginning, Ayato had complained about having to babysit Fueguchi; nowadays it seemed like they were attached at the hip, always together on working days or off days.

“Did you just come back from a mission?” Tomoe asked.

“Yeah, I’m calling it a day. On your day off, eh?” Ayato replied.

“Those flowers are so pretty, Tomoe-chan! They smell so nice, too, like a perfume my mother used to wear. Enjoy your day off,” Fueguchi said as they parted ways.

“Yeah? I can hardly smell anything right now,” Ayato continued the conversation with Fueguchi.

Tomoe watched Ayato and Fueguchi as they headed towards their neighboring rooms.

Why is it that he always reeks of blood after missions, yet she still smells like perfume?

I hope he doesn’t get into trouble.

—

The air was tense in the 19th ward base.

“Yamori, Bin… All those that died… Is everyone in the Aogiri just a replaceable piece to you?”

“That’s right. Stray dogs should just behave like stray dogs, Ayato.” Tatara dismissed the visibly upset young man in front of him.

The mention of her dearly beloved brothers in such a manner stung Tomoe’s heart, but she reasoned with herself, Tatara was only trying to set Ayato straight. Ayato’s demands were absurd! The last time Aogiri stormed Cochlea, countless lives were lost. A whole decoy operation had been set in motion just to weaken Cochlea’s security — an operation in which her brothers perished. How many more would have lost their lives had they decided to raid Cochlea a third time?

And just for Fueguchi?

Fueguchi heard a sound. Fueguchi picked up a scent. And Fueguchi went AWOL. Fueguchi made a choice.

And yet… even stray dogs’ lives mean something, right?

A few days after, Ayato asked Tomoe out of the blue, “Is it possible to fight for something, but at the same time keep sacrificing that same thing, over and over again, until there’s nothing left?”

“…What are you getting at, Ayato? Is this about —”

“Are you happy here, Tomoe?” he cut.

…

People with good noses really are bad news.

—

Ayato had been acting strange lately. He was always the type of person who was very hands on with his work; he really wasn’t big on delegating. However, these past few months he had mostly hung back on missions and let his subordinates do most of the work. Empowering subordinates is great and all, but for some reason it left an unsettling feeling in Tomoe’s stomach.

“The sooner you do it yourself, the better,”  Tomoe recalled his words during their handover period before she took over as Tatara’s direct subordinate, “After I’m gone, it’s all you.”

He also wasn’t the type of person that would miss meetings, unless he had Aogiri business to attend to. So when Tatara asked where Ayato was during the meeting, she knew something was wrong. She curtly dismissed herself and ran to the docks.

Seeing a lone figure in the distance, she tightened her clench on her quinqe and prayed her hunch was wrong.

—

Sadly, she was right.

“Ayato.”

He spun around and saw her, quinqe in hand.

“Tatara’s looking for you. He needs to go over some plans with you about logistics on Rushima.”

“Are you going to kill me?” he cut to the chase. Tomoe wasn’t stupid, there was no point in trying to make up excuses.

Tomoe ignored his words, “There will be equipment transportation for dr. Kanou from the 20th ward to Rushima. Since you’re familiar with the area, you’re the best person to oversee that job.”

“I’m sorry, Tomoe.”

“According to intel, there’s been suspicious movement around Kanou. We suspect it might be from a ghoul called The Serpent. You might want to watch out for that one.”

“I’m leaving.”

Silence.

Are you happy here, Tomoe?

…

Aogiri is all I have, Ayato.

“Come with me, Tomoe.”

She threw her sword and it flew past him, barely missing his cheek as it stabbed the tree behind him. Yet he remained on the spot, unflinching, feet planted firmly on the ground.

“Cut it out, Ayato! You’ve worked so hard for this —  we’ve all worked so hard for this. We finally have a fighting chance against the CCG and you’re backing out now? Please… stay.”

“You know I can’t do that, Tomoe.”

“Is she worth it?” Ah, that burning sensation behind her eyes. “Does she mean that much that you’d leave all of us, just like that?” Do we mean that little to you?

A silence fell upon them, neither knowing what to say. After what felt like an eternity, Ayato took a deep breath and closed his eyes, turning to walk away from her to the docks. So that’s your answer, Tomoe thought, This really is it.

After a few steps, he stopped.

“Tomoe,” back turned on her, he shifted ever so slightly, “I’ll come back for you.”

So stay alive.

—

A few weeks later, during a meeting, Tatara asked for a follow-up on a particular mission that involved tracking and stopping the movements of a rogue ghoul organization.

“Well,” Miza sighed, “In Ayato’s absence, the team was ill-coordinated in that mission, leading the target to be able to disperse before we caught them. We have not yet been able to track them. And honestly, ever since we lost Fueguchi, we’re hard-pressed to find as good a tracker as she was.”

Ah, so this is how civilizations end.

—

Thanks for reading, guys! :)

Sorry if I made any mistakes!

[imagine-loki]

If I could Turn Back Time, I’d Still Choose This

TITLE:  If I could Turn Back Time, I’d Still Choose This CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 14 AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that when Odin found Loki on Jotunheim, he did not take him to raise as his son, as Frigga was pregnant at the time, instead he was given to a normal Aesir family. Years later, Loki meets Odin’s daughter Sigyn, and trouble ensues.

RATING: Teen and Up

The Frost Giant king, far taller and stronger looking than those that surrounded them, eyed the two foreign beings with both interest and anger. ‘Why are you here?’

‘We were thrown here by accident. We have been trying to get off your realm for three days.’

The Frost Giant king looked at the pair, the tall, lithe man and a woman he suspected to be pregnant, her warm clothing hiding if his suspicions were correct. His focus was more and more on Sigyn, which unsettled the pair. ‘And what brings the supposedly gravely ill second child of the Allfather to this realm?’ She swallowed. ‘You see, little girl, before your father and I warred, I bore witness to his marriage to Frigga, sister of King Raphael of Vanaheim, a noted beauty, if you are into such appearances, you look more like her, though there is no denying your sire in you either.’ Sigyn said nothing. ‘You do not look to be dying.’

‘I took time off realm, I am not aware of whatever story my parents gave as to my absence.’ She explained.

‘I would imagine your travel companion is something to do with that.’

Sigyn looked at Loki, who still had yet to speak. ‘A fellow lost traveller, we are both simply trying to get home.’ She explained.

‘I see.’ Laufey stepped forward, watching the pair as he did. ‘Tell me, Princess, does your father know you are here?’

‘I do not know. I don’t feel comfortable with Heimdall knowing what I am going at all times, ergo I do not allow him to know. I dare say if he thought I was here, he would come in, all weapons drawn, accusing you of having done something to me,’ Laufey and many other Jotnar looked at one another worriedly. ‘So, I think for all involved, it is best my father is not aware as to my whereabouts.’

‘Indeed. Which leads me to another interesting question, why has it been announced you are ill on Asgard?’

Sigyn almost laughed. ‘I thought that to be obvious, I can only assume he said such because if I am at home ill, I am not going to be bothered by any that see me as they are going to assume I am not me, bar you of course, who clearly knew it was me, but Jotnar are a more astute race.’

‘Flattery will not work here.’ A Jotnar to Laufey’s side snarled.

‘I am well aware it will not, Prince Helbindi, but it is fact. Your markings are familial, meaning for safety, it is integral to know who it is you are approaching when speaking with another Jotnar lest you insult the other, as well as having to find creatures the same colour as ice and snow in a landscape of such, so it is no mere attempt to compliment, but simply stating fact.’ Sigyn smiled sweetly.

Loki watched as her words resonated with them, startled by her ability to talk down Laufey and his son from anger.

‘So, Little Princess, you want nothing more than passage?’

‘Nothing more.’ She agreed.

‘Do you not think you would fetch a high price from the Allfather for your safe return?’

‘Thor would fetch a nice price, I am merely the spare, or I would be, were I male.’

‘The Aesir do not see strength in the manner it should be seen, gender is irrelevant.’ Laufey commented.

‘Well, that is how it is there, you know my father. He is prideful, you cost him an eye, I cost him a chance at a second son, and yet interestingly, I think I won as to whom he dislikes more.’

‘I feel I should be insulted.’

‘You probably should be.’ Sigyn agreed. ‘Please, your Majesty, I merely wish to get to a realm where I do not require four pelts to be warm on any given time of day. I bear no ill to the Jotnar, as I hope you bear no ill to me.’

‘And your travel companion? Is he mute? He has not spoken throughout this whole conversation.’

Sigyn looked at Loki, who was still looking fearfully at the Jotnar king. ‘No, your Majesty, I merely have no right speaking in a conversation between royals.’ He stated quietly.

‘A commoner, I dare say you are hiding from the Allfather if this is the company you are in.’ Laufey chuckled. ‘Perhaps it is refuge you seek.’

‘I fear no man, not even my father.’ Sigyn stated, her head high. ‘Of course, I know his weaknesses.’

‘And what is to stop us from forcing you to tell us the Allfather’s weaknesses?’ Helbindi growled.

‘Because she is Sigyn the Loyal.’ His father informed him. ‘I warned you before of speaking without thinking. The Allfather’s daughter is renowned for her loyalty, and as such will not give up such details on pain of death.’ He eyed her carefully, her ensuring to maintain eye contact throughout. ‘But that is not to say, for the right reasons, for greater loyalties, she would not alter her allegiances.’

‘Life can change, we can never say never.’ Sigyn agreed.

Laufey studied her further, both silently looking at one another, even Loki looking between them. ‘Apparently so.’ Sigyn unconsciously leant closer to Loki. ‘Well then, Princess, all things considered, I think it best we get you off this realm before the Allfather becomes aware of your location.’

‘Thank you.’ She bowed, trying to hide her relief.

‘You are not Odin’s daughter, you are the likeness of the Allmother in more than appearance.’

‘I take pride in that comment, thank you, Your Majesty.’

‘You do not fear us?’

‘I fear very little, I do not believe you to be a danger at present, you would have harmed us already if you planned on it, not care to have a conversation.’

‘At present?’ Helbindi’s tone was insulted. ‘How do we know you are not here spying?’

‘Because the princess is not capable of fighting at present, are you princess?’ Laufey’s eyes flickered to Sigyn’s stomach, then back to her knowingly. ‘Did you know that as much as we need to be able to read one another’s markings, we also need to be able to smell?’

‘I did not.’ Though she was terrified that Laufey had seemingly figured out her secret, Sigyn did not let it show as she spoke. ‘Sadly, I was not able to read too much on your realm.’

‘Yes, we have to smell a lot also, other Jotnar,’ his eyes flickered to Loki, ‘both born and unborn,’ again his eyes went to her stomach.

‘As I stated already, observant and astute.’ Sigyn smiled.

Laufey chuckled at her manner, realising she would not confirm or indeed deny. ‘So the House of Odin is not without fault.’

‘Show me a perfect being and I will show you one that has never truly lived.’

Laufey was startled by her comment. ‘How many generations of royal blood created you?’

‘I don’t honestly know, from what I gather, both families were respective monarchs since the creation of the realms they ruled, though as I was not there, I cannot confirm. Victory, I have realised has always been the word of those who won, often construing facts and in many cases, bare-faced lying so to villainise the other side, so I have no idea what the past holds in my lines, but I do know it is a long tradition in my blood to be royal.’

‘My line has been here since the beginning, and it will continue after me.’ Laufey stated, Sigyn merely nodded. ‘I give you passage, but the day will come, Princess, be it in my lifetime or after, when this boon will have to be acknowledged.’

‘While my father is Allfather, I cannot guarantee my words will be listened to, but be it him or Thor, I will remember this. I never believe in forgetting a good turn.’

Laufey nodded. ‘Then go where you are going, immediately. The portal you sense goes to Alfheim.’

Sigyn smiled in relief. ‘Our mutual friend.’

‘Helbindi will bring you to where you need to go.' He looked around those gathered. 'Where is Býleistr?’

Loki and Sigyn stole a glance at one another before looking to the Jotnar king again. ‘Thank you, your Majesty.’ Sigyn smiled politely, moving forward to follow after the very unimpressed looking Helbindi, Loki walked after her.

They rushed after the longer stridden Frost Giant, who seemed less than happy to do that much for them. ‘I do not trust you.’ He declared.

‘Considering the animosity between our fathers, I do not blame you.’ Sigyn admitted.

‘How do I know you will not just go to your father?’

‘Because I am actively avoiding him.’ Sigyn growled. She turned to see Laufey close by, watching them as they prepared to leave. She gave an indication for Loki to remain where he was before going over to the king and indicated for him to lean closer to her. ‘You have a coup coming, starting tonight, the reason you cannot find Býleistr, is because he is trying to ready himself to take your throne.’

‘Why would you tell me this?’ The king questioned.

‘We could have perished here, yet you showed us mercy, and eye for an eye, though that is in bad taste, considering my father’s eye.’

‘I was aiming for his mouth.’ Laufey sneered.

‘You’d think with the size of that thing you would have hit it.’ Sigyn scoffed, startling the king as she bowed and went to leave.

‘How can I believe your words, Little Girl.’

‘Believe them, or not, I do not care, but I said what needed to be said, so I am now without guilt.’

‘After everything, it must kill the Allfather, your actions.’

‘I did not wait to find out.’ She walked towards the portal, taking Loki’s hand in hers and going through.

Helbindi went back to his father. ‘What did she say?’

‘She confirmed my suspicions.’

‘And the other one?’

‘It would appear the Allfather has very much reason to hate us all the more.’

‘He is Jotnar?’

‘He is your brother.’ The king stated to his shocked son.

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