Greetings.
Oh, great. Now I’m hearing voices, too?
((perhaps this is not the best account with which to rp with Hela … *shifty eyes*))
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Starfall
He threw his head back with a hearty laugh, hugged her close and spun them both over to the couch in question. He sat down and pulled her down next to him. His eyes danced.
“I could make it a royal decree, you know. I *am* a prince and I am used to having my way.”
The speed of Loki’s movements left her laughingly breathless. “Perhaps Alfheim doesn’t recognise Asgard’s rulership,” she teased back, a little astounded at her own temerity. No one in the universe had ever driven off the nightmare fear so swiftly and simply.
Neither had anyone ever kissed her like that before, or wanted to. Feeling bold, she added, “What way did my lord have in mind?”
Oh, he liked this banter. No one had dared speak to him so audaciously with such playfulness before. He smiled with fascination.
He answered her with another passionate kiss traveling slowly from her lips along her jaw to her earlobe where he gave her an impish nip.
“Ooooh,” she shuddered. Trying not to fall over, she put her arms around his neck. Another tingle crawled down her spine. “Oh, my lord, are you trying to persuade me?” Sigyn asked, finding breathing to come harder.
He wrapped his fingers in her locks and made his way back from her earlobe to her lips. He pulled away slightly to look devilishly into her eyes and cocked an eyebrow.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, dear Sigyn… ” he let his voice trail off as her kissed along the other side of her face and administered the same nip to her other earlobe.
Once again she blushed hotly, and damned her fair skin. But this was Asgard’s prince, paying her these attentions, calling her by name, giving her endearments. It was enthralling, but she couldn’t help her hesitations, fearful of making a mistake. Better to be patient.
“D-dare I inquire what you are doing, m—” Her gasp as he nipped her other ear cut off the end of the thought, and she tipped her head back in pleasure.
Starfall
Loki lost himself, after months of being either invisible or maligned and generally treated with contempt by all in Asgard, he yearned for something, someone to connect with. Someone who was unaware of his past, someone with their own story, their own ghosts, their own extraordinary existence.
He hesitated, brought back to the present by her soft cry. He was aware of the hunger behind it and all too aware of the reaction it elicited in his own body. He pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes.
“Sigyn……”
Sigyn sighed softly as their mouths parted, and her eyes slipped back open to meet his. “Yes, my lord?” she whispered, a slight smile in her eyes. “If that was you trying to persuade me to allow you the couch, my answer has not changed.”
Her grip on his shirt didn’t loosen, either.
He threw his head back with a hearty laugh, hugged her close and spun them both over to the couch in question. He sat down and pulled her down next to him. His eyes danced.
“I could make it a royal decree, you know. I *am* a prince and I am used to having my way.”
The speed of Loki’s movements left her laughingly breathless. “Perhaps Alfheim doesn’t recognise Asgard’s rulership,” she teased back, a little astounded at her own temerity. No one in the universe had ever driven off the nightmare fear so swiftly and simply.
Neither had anyone ever kissed her like that before, or wanted to. Feeling bold, she added, “What way did my lord have in mind?”
Oh, he liked this banter. No one had dared speak to him so audaciously with such playfulness before. He smiled with fascination.
He answered her with another passionate kiss traveling slowly from her lips along her jaw to her earlobe where he gave her an impish nip.
“Ooooh,” she shuddered. Trying not to fall over, she put her arms around his neck. Another tingle crawled down her spine. “Oh, my lord, are you trying to persuade me?” Sigyn asked, finding breathing to come harder.
Inner Flame | Closed RP
Loki hesitated, weighing his options—it was true that he knew next to nothing about caring for a cat. He had gathered some small information off of the internet, but pride had prevented him from doing any real asking.
“…I have a few minute—I suppose I might,” he said at last.Her tone went sardonic. “Well, don’t let me keep you if you’re busy.” Starting up the stairs, she added, around the knee-length fall of hair, “If you want, though, I’m in 4B. The door will be open.” Summer ran up the stairs and vanished inside.
He blinked and watched her go, then looked down at Macrowafter.
“…Well, what do you think?”He deposited Macrowafter in his bedroom and made sure the window and the door were firmly shut before rather hesitatingly making his way downstairs to 4B. There was much he had to learn about caring for cats—surely this girl could provide him with some much needed information.
Summer rather figured that would be the last she’d see of Loki; he’d come across as distant and not very interested. It was a shame; she could use a local friend. Long-distance friendships all the time were oddly lonely.
So when he turned up in her doorway, she was a little startled, looking up from the apparently boneless heap of cream-and-seal fur sprawled on the floor belly-up. The cat in question cracked one blue eye, then shot across the room as Summer scrambled to her feet. “You did come!”
Inner Flame | Closed RP
His gaze flicked over her again, and then back down to Macrowafter.
“…do cats require playmates? I know little of these creatures, I’m afraid.”Both her brows arched up. “Would you like some advice? I’ve had — well, been had by cats all my life.” Her tone was very dry. “Cats do what they want, and you please them, or suffer the consequences. On the other hand,” she gently scratched under Cat’s willing chin, “the rewards are quite nice too.”
Summer glanced back up at Loki. “Tell you what, why don’t you drop this fella off where he belongs, and come up to my place, meet my four. I can teach you all about being a slave to cats.” Her faint southern accent thickened slightly on the last words.
Loki hesitated, weighing his options—it was true that he knew next to nothing about caring for a cat. He had gathered some small information off of the internet, but pride had prevented him from doing any real asking.
“…I have a few minute—I suppose I might,” he said at last.
Her tone went sardonic. “Well, don’t let me keep you if you’re busy.” Starting up the stairs, she added, around the knee-length fall of hair, “If you want, though, I’m in 4B. The door will be open.” Summer ran up the stairs and vanished inside.
Starfall
Although it was by no means her first kiss, those had been tentative, fumbling things, youthful explorations in curiosity. This was as far beyond that as the ocean is beyond a raindrop. Sigyn melted against Loki’s strong body, her hands gripping tightly at his clothing. New-awakened yearning shivered down her spine.
His mouth was cool against hers. She shoved herself up on her toes instinctively, matching his moan with a faint whimper.
Loki lost himself, after months of being either invisible or maligned and generally treated with contempt by all in Asgard, he yearned for something, someone to connect with. Someone who was unaware of his past, someone with their own story, their own ghosts, their own extraordinary existence.
He hesitated, brought back to the present by her soft cry. He was aware of the hunger behind it and all too aware of the reaction it elicited in his own body. He pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes.
“Sigyn……”
Sigyn sighed softly as their mouths parted, and her eyes slipped back open to meet his. “Yes, my lord?” she whispered, a slight smile in her eyes. “If that was you trying to persuade me to allow you the couch, my answer has not changed.”
Her grip on his shirt didn’t loosen, either.
He threw his head back with a hearty laugh, hugged her close and spun them both over to the couch in question. He sat down and pulled her down next to him. His eyes danced.
“I could make it a royal decree, you know. I *am* a prince and I am used to having my way.”
The speed of Loki’s movements left her laughingly breathless. “Perhaps Alfheim doesn’t recognise Asgard’s rulership,” she teased back, a little astounded at her own temerity. No one in the universe had ever driven off the nightmare fear so swiftly and simply.
Neither had anyone ever kissed her like that before, or wanted to. Feeling bold, she added, “What way did my lord have in mind?”
Inner Flame | Closed RP
“Four.” Loki’s eyebrows rose. ”Astonishing you have any time to call your own.” He shifted Macrowafter to rest in the crook of one arm, sliding his other hand into his trouser pocket. ”…it is a rather lengthy story.”
“After the first two they’re self-amusing.” Summer let herself have a little moment to admire the very fine man standing there, eyes flicking up and down his lithe frame, before she reined herself in. No use getting caught up in someone so obviously closed off. You didn’t have to be an empath to read that.
“I’m sorry, am I keeping you? If you get me started on certain things I have to be shut up, and I’m afraid cats is one of them.” Summer gave a self-deprecating shrug and a sardonic little laugh. “Just because I’ve nothing to do with my time right now, I forget the same isn’t true of others.”
His gaze flicked over her again, and then back down to Macrowafter.
“…do cats require playmates? I know little of these creatures, I’m afraid.”
Both her brows arched up. “Would you like some advice? I’ve had — well, been had by cats all my life.” Her tone was very dry. “Cats do what they want, and you please them, or suffer the consequences. On the other hand,” she gently scratched under Cat’s willing chin, “the rewards are quite nice too.”
Summer glanced back up at Loki. “Tell you what, why don’t you drop this fella off where he belongs, and come up to my place, meet my four. I can teach you all about being a slave to cats.” Her faint southern accent thickened slightly on the last words.
Starfall
His hand pulled her in and he kissed her lips, slowly, gently, teasingly. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and held her tightly against him. He deepened the kiss and let out a soft moan.
Although it was by no means her first kiss, those had been tentative, fumbling things, youthful explorations in curiosity. This was as far beyond that as the ocean is beyond a raindrop. Sigyn melted against Loki’s strong body, her hands gripping tightly at his clothing. New-awakened yearning shivered down her spine.
His mouth was cool against hers. She shoved herself up on her toes instinctively, matching his moan with a faint whimper.
Loki lost himself, after months of being either invisible or maligned and generally treated with contempt by all in Asgard, he yearned for something, someone to connect with. Someone who was unaware of his past, someone with their own story, their own ghosts, their own extraordinary existence.
He hesitated, brought back to the present by her soft cry. He was aware of the hunger behind it and all too aware of the reaction it elicited in his own body. He pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes.
“Sigyn……”
Sigyn sighed softly as their mouths parted, and her eyes slipped back open to meet his. “Yes, my lord?” she whispered, a slight smile in her eyes. “If that was you trying to persuade me to allow you the couch, my answer has not changed.”
Her grip on his shirt didn’t loosen, either.
Starfall
She ducked her head hard, amazement transmuting to … something else. He was handsome, fascinating, alluring, and she was out of her depth. “Is that what you want, my lord? I … ” She gave him an unintentionally appealing look from under her eyelashes, licking her lips.
He took a step closer to her so he was almost touching her, he could feel the warmth of her body, and gently lifted her chin so he could search her eyes. He enjoyed the look of slight apprehension on her face, tempered with insecurity and confusion. The sight of her licking her lips drove him almost to madness.
“Could there be any doubt?” He whispered into her lips.
“Prince Loki … ” she breathed, half confusion and half plea. The touch of his hand on her chin brought a rush of heat through her body, and involuntarily she swayed toward him. “Please … “
His hand pulled her in and he kissed her lips, slowly, gently, teasingly. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and held her tightly against him. He deepened the kiss and let out a soft moan.
Although it was by no means her first kiss, those had been tentative, fumbling things, youthful explorations in curiosity. This was as far beyond that as the ocean is beyond a raindrop. Sigyn melted against Loki’s strong body, her hands gripping tightly at his clothing. New-awakened yearning shivered down her spine.
His mouth was cool against hers. She shoved herself up on her toes instinctively, matching his moan with a faint whimper.
Starfall
He gave her a somewhat lascivious look. “It seems we are at an impasse. Perhaps… a compromise?” He emphasized the debauched look with a cocked eyebrow.
She ducked her head hard, amazement transmuting to … something else. He was handsome, fascinating, alluring, and she was out of her depth. “Is that what you want, my lord? I … ” She gave him an unintentionally appealing look from under her eyelashes, licking her lips.
He took a step closer to her so he was almost touching her, he could feel the warmth of her body, and gently lifted her chin so he could search her eyes. He enjoyed the look of slight apprehension on her face, tempered with insecurity and confusion. The sight of her licking her lips drove him almost to madness.
“Could there be any doubt?” He whispered into her lips.
“Prince Loki … ” she breathed, half confusion and half plea. The touch of his hand on her chin brought a rush of heat through her body, and involuntarily she swayed toward him. “Please … “