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Feline Bliss | Closed RP
A strangled yelp answered him, followed by what sounded like something hitting the floor hard and an outraged feline noise. “****, IT’S OPEN! Ow,” Summer yelled.
Loki banged the door open and thrust his hands, full of a Cat limp as if he had no bones, at Summer.
“FIX him. He rolled in that foul green stuff and now he’s—he’s catatonic!”
She looked up from an uncomfortably sprawled position on the floor. “Ow. Why are you /punning/ at me.”
The silver tabby made a dart at the open door, and she lunged at the cat. “NO, Stormlight. Not in the city. Get inside before they all decide to leave!”
Loki pulled the door closed just in time, and scowled down at Summer.
“Why are you on the floor—get up and tell me what on earth is the matter with Macrowafter! I bought the catnip at your suggestion, if you recall!”
“I’m on the floor because the **** cat tripped me getting up to answer /your/ frantic knock, and there’s nothing /wrong/ with Cat if you gave him catnip!” Releasing Stormlight, Summer pushed herself up from the floor, struggling briefly against putting her hands on her own loose hair. “I’m going to cut it all off, I swear it.”
Yanking the strands into a quick lovers’ haste knot, she beckoned to Loki. “Give me Cat. He’s probably just stoned. Also, if you want my help, it really does work better to /ask/.”
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Drinkin’ with the God of Mischief
“Only almost?” she murmured, tipping her head to the side. “I must be doin’ it wrong, then. Tsk-tsk, all out of practise.” One hand came up to cup the back of his head, slipping her own fingers into his hair. A little shiver ran down her spine.
He leaned into the touch, as much as he tried to hide it. The wine swirled and clouded his balance. It had been so long…
Loki struggled vaguely to regain his composure, his dominance. He tilted his chin up, looked down at her through lustful eyes and lightly pressed his fingers around her waist. ”You…who know my secrets. You who feel the very destruction of my soul…what could you possibly want with a man like me?” he whispered.
“Such a shadow must be thrown by a powerful light,” she responded. Her fingers curled into his scalp. “Let’s go find it, shall we?” Stretching up on her tiptoes, reaching with her whole body up the height difference, she pulled his head down and brushed her lips over his. “Forget destruction,” she whispered into his mouth. “Try creation.”
Loki mentally counted the drinks he had taken and used that to excuse himself falling into her embrace, kissing her hesitantly, then more and more forcefully. His hands pressed against the small of her back, and he revelled in the pressure of her slight body against his. He felt as if perhaps he had been bewitched; an enchantress possibly? Powerful magic…? He didn’t honestly care at the moment. A faint sense of heat glowed from her, and he tasted it eagerly.
“So it’s you who needs his inhibitions lowered,” she laughed softly. “Shall I climb you like a tree, or will you come down to me?” Every other word was punctuated by the touch of her mouth on skin: throat, collarbone, pulsepoint, jawline.
Drinkin’ with the God of Mischief
She picked her glass back up, toying with it, running a finger around the rim. The smile returned, crinkling around her eyes, and deliberately she licked her lips. “And how would you like to be distracted, darlin’? I am absolutely at your service.” She leaned forward, tucking her hair behind one ear. “Show me some mischief, luv.”
“I believe that wine may be getting to you,” he murmured, running slender fingers through her hair, making it fall over her face again. ”It almost seems as if you desire me.” He spoke into the side of her neck as he laid a feather-light kiss against her skin.
“Only almost?” she murmured, tipping her head to the side. “I must be doin’ it wrong, then. Tsk-tsk, all out of practise.” One hand came up to cup the back of his head, slipping her own fingers into his hair. A little shiver ran down her spine.
He leaned into the touch, as much as he tried to hide it. The wine swirled and clouded his balance. It had been so long…
Loki struggled vaguely to regain his composure, his dominance. He tilted his chin up, looked down at her through lustful eyes and lightly pressed his fingers around her waist. ”You…who know my secrets. You who feel the very destruction of my soul…what could you possibly want with a man like me?” he whispered.
“Such a shadow must be thrown by a powerful light,” she responded. Her fingers curled into his scalp. “Let’s go find it, shall we?” Stretching up on her tiptoes, reaching with her whole body up the height difference, she pulled his head down and brushed her lips over his. “Forget destruction,” she whispered into his mouth. “Try creation.”
Feline Bliss | Closed RP
Loki had settled on catnip. It had been the first cat treat he’d seen at the pet store, and after staring at the rather staggering selection, he’d decided that it would be as good as any of the others. Macrowafter had seemed to approve—he’d oozed down from Loki’s shoulder and onto his arm to sniff at the bag, and the busily was trying to disembowel it as Loki paid the clerk.
“No, Cat—not yet,” Loki said, putting the bag on a high shelf in the kitchen as Macrowafter hooked his claws into Loki’s ankle. ”Eat your dinner first!” Loki stepped out into the parlor, busying himself with closing curtains in that room and his bedroom before changing into a more comfortable pair of loose trousers and a dark green t-shirt.
The sight that greeted him was unexpected—but only if one did not know what to anticipate when dealing with an acrobatic, resourceful, intelligent cat. Macrowafter was stretched out on his back on the counter, paws waving at nothing, eyes wide—and he was covered in catnip. The rest of it lay strewn everywhere on counter and floor, a green, pungent mess. Macrowafter sort of rolled and then went still, staring at Loki out of eyes whose pupils had dilated almost beyond recognition.
Alarm consuming him, Loki scooped Cat up and was out of the flat like a shot, clattering down the stairs to bang on the door of a certain other flat.
A strangled yelp answered him, followed by what sounded like something hitting the floor hard and an outraged feline noise. “****, IT’S OPEN! Ow,” Summer yelled.
Loki banged the door open and thrust his hands, full of a Cat limp as if he had no bones, at Summer.
“FIX him. He rolled in that foul green stuff and now he’s—he’s catatonic!”
She looked up from an uncomfortably sprawled position on the floor. “Ow. Why are you /punning/ at me.”
The silver tabby made a dart at the open door, and she lunged at the cat. “NO, Stormlight. Not in the city. Get inside before they all decide to leave!”
Feline Bliss | Closed RP
Loki had settled on catnip. It had been the first cat treat he’d seen at the pet store, and after staring at the rather staggering selection, he’d decided that it would be as good as any of the others. Macrowafter had seemed to approve—he’d oozed down from Loki’s shoulder and onto his arm to sniff at the bag, and the busily was trying to disembowel it as Loki paid the clerk.
“No, Cat—not yet,” Loki said, putting the bag on a high shelf in the kitchen as Macrowafter hooked his claws into Loki’s ankle. ”Eat your dinner first!” Loki stepped out into the parlor, busying himself with closing curtains in that room and his bedroom before changing into a more comfortable pair of loose trousers and a dark green t-shirt.
The sight that greeted him was unexpected—but only if one did not know what to anticipate when dealing with an acrobatic, resourceful, intelligent cat. Macrowafter was stretched out on his back on the counter, paws waving at nothing, eyes wide—and he was covered in catnip. The rest of it lay strewn everywhere on counter and floor, a green, pungent mess. Macrowafter sort of rolled and then went still, staring at Loki out of eyes whose pupils had dilated almost beyond recognition.
Alarm consuming him, Loki scooped Cat up and was out of the flat like a shot, clattering down the stairs to bang on the door of a certain other flat.
A strangled yelp answered him, followed by what sounded like something hitting the floor hard and an outraged feline noise. “****, IT’S OPEN! Ow,” Summer yelled.
You can’t really legislate for the decisions your heart makes. Better to be frowned upon and stay alive than to be respectable and walking like the living dead.
Tom Hiddleston
Starfall
She leaned into his strength and desperately tried to stop trembling. “You do me far too much honour, my prince. I only tried to protect you. Please, do not praise me for something so simple.” His arms were warm and safe around her, and she wanted nothing more, right now, than to rest in their comfort forever.
Tipping her face up, she pressed her mouth to Loki’s softly, letting her eyes fall closed.
He kissed her, raising one hand to her cheek and tightening the other arm around her. A quiet moan came from deep in his throat and his mind became a muddle of thoughts. Thankfully, thoughts of their battle were quickly becoming replaced by thoughts of Sigyn and only Sigyn: the first time he saw her, nearly plowing over her, their escapades in his chambers, what he wished to do to her next and then the doubt came flooding over him.
He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes and ran his thumb gently near her eye. He smiled sadly and sighed almost soundlessly. “I fear you are not real, dear Sigyn. These two days have been… too much like a dream…” He smiled again and ran his hand through her hair.
“I don’t understand, my lord.” Sigyn frowned. “I am real, I am! I — how can I prove this to you? Surely your waking life is not so terrible that … that the presence of someone as unworthy as I seems a dream?” She bit her lip, looking at him with fear and pity and a whirling, confusing sense of a pit opening up at her feet.
Loki said nothing but hugged her tightly into his chest. He had no answers for her nor any for himself. He felt as if he had been given another chance, but the hope… the hope made him waver. If he had no hope, nothing could be taken from him, none could hurt him. He knew all too well how much hope could kill your soul once it was decidedly terminated by someone or something. He didn’t know if he could handle this feeling right now. He didn’t know much of anything. He closed his eyes, resting his head on hers and held her as tightly as he could.
Sigyn blinked, deeply troubled by Loki’s silence and the way he was clinging to her. Although it was she who was wrapped in his arms as in a cocoon, she felt he was clinging to her for comfort. “Please, my lord,” she whispered, insinuating her arms about his waist, “I will not let you go.”