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PaleyFest 2024
I am not fully recovered from last night. Besides the fact that it was pouring in Los Angeles, and cold 🥶, I had a great time. My friend @chrisevansmaindish came with me and I met @loopsisloops and @tallseaweed @chantsdemarins and they're all so lovely people. Have you ever met someone and just felt an instant kismet with them, like they're supposed to be in your life for a reason?
These ladies are it! They were so genuine and loving and we all fed into each other's delulu 🤣!
They screened season 2, episode 6 (which had me bawling 😭) Then they had Tom, Owen, and Sophia come out along with 2 directors and one of the writers.
Tom is so tall! And genuinely handsome and debonair. He is exactly like you see in all the interviews. It ended way too soon. I could listen to Tom speak all night.
Afterwards, the girls and I went to a lounge where they had amazing drinks and a tableside magician (who didn't come to our table BTW, mucho dissapointed) but the company was great. We talked about Tom, and books, and why were in love with Loki. And fanfiction, and all kinds of stuff.
Amazing night. 😍 I only wish we could do it again!
I have now succumb to a fever, aches and chills. My body will need to recover from this excitement. Pray for me lol.
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Meeting you @mochie85 was a HIGHLIGHT you are a precious soul!! I’m so lucky we connected!!!
🤩 here’s to more Tom events in our future!!
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PaleyFest 2024
I am not fully recovered from last night. Besides the fact that it was pouring in Los Angeles, and cold 🥶, I had a great time. My friend @chrisevansmaindish came with me and I met @loopsisloops and @tallseaweed @chantsdemarins and they're all so lovely people. Have you ever met someone and just felt an instant kismet with them, like they're supposed to be in your life for a reason?
These ladies are it! They were so genuine and loving and we all fed into each other's delulu 🤣!
They screened season 2, episode 6 (which had me bawling 😭) Then they had Tom, Owen, and Sophia come out along with 2 directors and one of the writers.
Tom is so tall! And genuinely handsome and debonair. He is exactly like you see in all the interviews. It ended way too soon. I could listen to Tom speak all night.
Afterwards, the girls and I went to a lounge where they had amazing drinks and a tableside magician (who didn't come to our table BTW, mucho dissapointed) but the company was great. We talked about Tom, and books, and why were in love with Loki. And fanfiction, and all kinds of stuff.
Amazing night. 😍 I only wish we could do it again!
I have now succumb to a fever, aches and chills. My body will need to recover from this excitement. Pray for me lol.
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omg you seen tom hiddleston! So awesome! I love your blog as well. I'm a huge fan of tom/loki fan
Anonymous I indeed did see Tom but it was hard to actually track anything that handsome devil was saying because HE IS JUST TOO BEAUTIFUL 🤩 and I basically almost passed out each day. Thank you for the blog love!!! 💕 I am so glad you are enjoying it and please drop by anytime!! Here is a not yet posted pic just for you anon! 😭❤️🔥😭❤️🔥😭❤️🔥😭
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@wavyhairedvixen never were truer words said…😭😭😭🥵😇🤯😬
Day 2 of my Tom LA Delulu Odyssey
Emmy consideration screening…
Okay maybe a tie with seeing Tom (he’s real he’s real!!) is meeting fans! I made two friends last night while waiting in the queue to get in to the screening and it was so incredible! There is truly nothing like letting your Loki/Tom freak flag fly high in the company of those who completely understand!! Healing! Redeeming! It’s like Tumblr X100!
Tom left my heart in shambles with this one. I don’t have any brain cells functioning so I won’t edit this video or my blurry pictures lol 😂 but I hope you give a listen to his “melodic baritone” of a voice and his gorgeous telling of how Elliot’s Four Quartets directly influenced the resolution of Loki’s character arc. I slipped way down in my seat at this point. 😳🥵😌🥹🤯😭😭😭
I’m just so thankful for this man. I was sending little psychic messages of praise his way. He’s such a deeply committed human being, his continued and enduring excellence and excitement for Loki shined through last night! I was in awe!! ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
@lokisgoodgirl @mischief2sarawr @lokischambermaid @gruftiela @mochie85 @tallseaweed @loopsisloops
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Day 2 of my Tom LA Delulu Odyssey
Emmy consideration screening…
Okay maybe a tie with seeing Tom (he’s real he’s real!!) is meeting fans! I made two friends last night while waiting in the queue to get in to the screening and it was so incredible! There is truly nothing like letting your Loki/Tom freak flag fly high in the company of those who completely understand!! Healing! Redeeming! It’s like Tumblr X100!
Tom left my heart in shambles with this one. I don’t have any brain cells functioning so I won’t edit this video or my blurry pictures lol 😂 but I hope you give a listen to his “melodic baritone” of a voice and his gorgeous telling of how Elliot’s Four Quartets directly influenced the resolution of Loki’s character arc. I slipped way down in my seat at this point. 😳🥵😌🥹🤯😭😭😭
I’m just so thankful for this man. I was sending little psychic messages of praise his way. He’s such a deeply committed human being, his continued and enduring excellence and excitement for Loki shined through last night! I was in awe!! ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
@lokisgoodgirl @mischief2sarawr @lokischambermaid @gruftiela @mochie85 @tallseaweed @loopsisloops
#tom hiddleston#loki#loki laufeyson#loki fandom#mcu#paleyfest#tom hiddleston loki#loki fanfiction#living my best life#i’ve lost it
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@lokisgoodgirl you absolutely did warn me and it was absolutely true. Unbelievably true! All of our collective insanity is in my opinion completely justified! Thank you for being a part of my crazy experience my friend! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🆘🆘🆘🆘🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨⚰️🔥✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨🗡️💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚
I must say day 1 of my Tom LA delulu adventure was so good. First of all-if you wonder is he really that attractive in real life. He is.
Wonder no more.
So I was lucky enough to sit next to a fellow crazed fan whose off the chain energy was delightfully energizing so much so I found myself hollering at the beginning of the event-in reaction to Tom’s “You all look great” I yelled something like “You do too!!” I can’t even remember what the hell I said. But listen for my delulu voice when you check out the podcast! 😂😂😂😂
Josh Horowitz really is a dear soul and the perfect compliment to Tom’s dare I say renewed “Jaguar Energy”-he seemed plucked from those commercials and plopped into his present self, giving a more refined DILF spy aesthetic which is literally too much. Way too much. 🚨🚨🚨 Josh navigated the excitement with expertise! He asked a lot of questions I know have been on my mind…and it all seemed natural. Lots of talk about his renewal of Jonathan Pine and Night Manager series!! I am so stoked!!
I drove back to my hotel in a complete daze✨✨✨✨✨I was drunk on Tom! 😌😉🥹😅😂😇😍😭😭😭
Part 2 tonight: Loki season 2 episode screening and Tom talk…
@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @maple-seed @mochie85 @loopsisloops @tallseaweed @muddyorbsblr
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@maple-seed the suit was something from my dreams!! I wanted to really yell “take off your jacket!” “Roll up your sleeves!” But I was like he’s not Magic Mike…he’s not a stripper…then my mind went exactly to that and down the rabbit hole I went! 😅🥹😂😇🤣😁🥵🆘🆘🆘🆘
I must say day 1 of my Tom LA delulu adventure was so good. First of all-if you wonder is he really that attractive in real life. He is.
Wonder no more.
So I was lucky enough to sit next to a fellow crazed fan whose off the chain energy was delightfully energizing so much so I found myself hollering at the beginning of the event-in reaction to Tom’s “You all look great” I yelled something like “You do too!!” I can’t even remember what the hell I said. But listen for my delulu voice when you check out the podcast! 😂😂😂😂
Josh Horowitz really is a dear soul and the perfect compliment to Tom’s dare I say renewed “Jaguar Energy”-he seemed plucked from those commercials and plopped into his present self, giving a more refined DILF spy aesthetic which is literally too much. Way too much. 🚨🚨🚨 Josh navigated the excitement with expertise! He asked a lot of questions I know have been on my mind…and it all seemed natural. Lots of talk about his renewal of Jonathan Pine and Night Manager series!! I am so stoked!!
I drove back to my hotel in a complete daze✨✨✨✨✨I was drunk on Tom! 😌😉🥹😅😂😇😍😭😭😭
Part 2 tonight: Loki season 2 episode screening and Tom talk…
@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @maple-seed @mochie85 @loopsisloops @tallseaweed @muddyorbsblr
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@gruftiela I think I was somehow on a weird autopilot!! Here’s the emotional roller coaster before!
1. Crying on the drive to the airport!
2. Heart beating so fast in my seat I did almost faint! Luckily Tumblr sisters knowledge of hydration and electrolytes might have saved me!
3. Saying to crazed fan sitting next to me “I don’t remember a word he just said….” After over an hour of him speaking!!
This adventure is definitely going to be included in future writing! (That might have been my entire point lol 😂 selfish writer!)
Thank you for coming along with me!!!
I must say day 1 of my Tom LA delulu adventure was so good. First of all-if you wonder is he really that attractive in real life. He is.
Wonder no more.
So I was lucky enough to sit next to a fellow crazed fan whose off the chain energy was delightfully energizing so much so I found myself hollering at the beginning of the event-in reaction to Tom’s “You all look great” I yelled something like “You do too!!” I can’t even remember what the hell I said. But listen for my delulu voice when you check out the podcast! 😂😂😂😂
Josh Horowitz really is a dear soul and the perfect compliment to Tom’s dare I say renewed “Jaguar Energy”-he seemed plucked from those commercials and plopped into his present self, giving a more refined DILF spy aesthetic which is literally too much. Way too much. 🚨🚨🚨 Josh navigated the excitement with expertise! He asked a lot of questions I know have been on my mind…and it all seemed natural. Lots of talk about his renewal of Jonathan Pine and Night Manager series!! I am so stoked!!
I drove back to my hotel in a complete daze✨✨✨✨✨I was drunk on Tom! 😌😉🥹😅😂😇😍😭😭😭
Part 2 tonight: Loki season 2 episode screening and Tom talk…
@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @maple-seed @mochie85 @loopsisloops @tallseaweed @muddyorbsblr
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I must say day 1 of my Tom LA delulu adventure was so good. First of all-if you wonder is he really that attractive in real life. He is.
Wonder no more.
So I was lucky enough to sit next to a fellow crazed fan whose off the chain energy was delightfully energizing so much so I found myself hollering at the beginning of the event-in reaction to Tom’s “You all look great” I yelled something like “You do too!!” I can’t even remember what the hell I said. But listen for my delulu voice when you check out the podcast! 😂😂😂😂
Josh Horowitz really is a dear soul and the perfect compliment to Tom’s dare I say renewed “Jaguar Energy”-he seemed plucked from those commercials and plopped into his present self, giving a more refined DILF spy aesthetic which is literally too much. Way too much. 🚨🚨🚨 Josh navigated the excitement with expertise! He asked a lot of questions I know have been on my mind…and it all seemed natural. Lots of talk about his renewal of Jonathan Pine and Night Manager series!! I am so stoked!!
I drove back to my hotel in a complete daze✨✨✨✨✨I was drunk on Tom! 😌😉🥹😅😂😇😍😭😭😭
Part 2 tonight: Loki season 2 episode screening and Tom talk…
@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @maple-seed @mochie85 @loopsisloops @tallseaweed @muddyorbsblr
#tom hiddleston#loki#loki fandom#mcu#happy sad confused#josh horowitz#how did this happen#he is real#tommmmm
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@lokisgoodgirl this was the nail in my ⚰️ coffin. So aroused. It’s the simplicity of it. And he looks so damn big. That tiny piano. Those big hands.
backstage at miami film festival :: 09 april 2024 (video)
TOMATHY HIDDLETHY I BEG YOUR FINEST FUCKING PARDON??
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@maple-seed I need that!!! I’m like one of those old Victorian ladies who needs “something” for nerves 😬 which in my case might need to be a shot of tequila!
Also, he was playing piano yesterday??? His vibe this week!!!😭😭😭
miami film festival :: 09 april 2024 (batch 2)
besties send heylp i am not gonna make it through this week if he keeps on serving looks like this and this man's booked & busy until fucking Saturday 😩😩😩
@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @michelleleewise @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @ladyofthestayingpower @maple-seed @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @acidcasualties @liminalpebble @alexakeyloveloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @mischief2sarawr @simplyholl @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @caffiend-queen @km-ffluv @kikster606 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @littlelokilad @glitchquake @gigglingtiggerv2 @november-rayne @trickster-maiden @viv-annelore @five-miles-over @gruftiela @coldnique @smirkingkitten @raqnarokr @jaidenhawke @mrs-illyrian-baby @tallseaweed ++
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Omg @muddyorbsblr you are a genius! I am a totally unprepared fan girl. I will bring the power charger! I most want to beam you all into this event with me! This kind of delulu needs to be shared!! Seriously I have been like “oh meh he’s looked a little goofy these days, the oversized suit etc” So I was NOT expecting him to be this 🥵 hot! His suit is the color of what is left of my smoldering heart 🔥😭😭😭!! If he has rolled up sleeves tomorrow I’m a goner for sure. 💀
miami film festival :: 09 april 2024 (batch 2)
besties send heylp i am not gonna make it through this week if he keeps on serving looks like this and this man's booked & busy until fucking Saturday 😩😩😩
@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @michelleleewise @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @ladyofthestayingpower @maple-seed @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @acidcasualties @liminalpebble @alexakeyloveloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @mischief2sarawr @simplyholl @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @caffiend-queen @km-ffluv @kikster606 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @littlelokilad @glitchquake @gigglingtiggerv2 @november-rayne @trickster-maiden @viv-annelore @five-miles-over @gruftiela @coldnique @smirkingkitten @raqnarokr @jaidenhawke @mrs-illyrian-baby @tallseaweed ++
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This had to be the time I’m going to see him and he looks like this!! I really worry I am going to faint. I’ll post pictures from tomorrow! I have 3rd row from stage seats…💀⚰️🪦
miami film festival :: 09 april 2024 (batch 2)
besties send heylp i am not gonna make it through this week if he keeps on serving looks like this and this man's booked & busy until fucking Saturday 😩😩😩
@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @michelleleewise @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @ladyofthestayingpower @maple-seed @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @acidcasualties @liminalpebble @alexakeyloveloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @mischief2sarawr @simplyholl @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @caffiend-queen @km-ffluv @kikster606 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @littlelokilad @glitchquake @gigglingtiggerv2 @november-rayne @trickster-maiden @viv-annelore @five-miles-over @gruftiela @coldnique @smirkingkitten @raqnarokr @jaidenhawke @mrs-illyrian-baby @tallseaweed ++
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I love this!!
But what exactly do we realize we love about @lokisgoodgirl today you may ask??
Well we love that you know that Loki’s imagination is the window into his heart. Time after time you show us this beautiful aspect of his character and it’s always so incredible to read!!
And if I’m not wrong, I swear Loki’s ill fitting t-shirt in this story-which inadvertently gives us a glimpse of his taut stomach-might have been a repackaged gift for us derived from Tom’s recent con exposure situation which sent those of us who look out for any chance of old school fan service from Tom-to simply expire like vampires in the morning sunlight. 🤯
Teenage Dream [Loki x Reader]
A link to my Masterlist is HERE
Summary: A trip to Asgard means a visit to Loki's childhood bedroom - and his teenage fantasy. (w/c 1.9k)
Warnings: 18+ only. Loki x Female Reader. Established relationship. Smut. Body fluids etc etc. Language.
“This is your childhood bedroom?!”
Loki’s arms spread wider, turning in a lazy circle as you gape at the high ceilings and golden cornicing. Open archways lead to a balcony which runs along the full side of one wall, Asgard sprawling below in afternoon sunlight.
It’s huge.
“What did you expect?” Loki shoots you lovingly indignant look over his shoulder as he says it. “Some kind of hovel-sized quarter the kind of which Stark has bestowed on Lang?”
His boots thud in quick succession on polished marble before he jumps through the air and lands on the modest queen-size with a bounce – a hand balled at his temple.
The sheets have clearly been replaced since he last laid in it, but old habits die hard. The green and gold of his colours is in full effect in this room from the curtains to the tapestries and the quilt draped across the mattress.
“Lie with me,” he says, looking up through his lashes. “Please?”
Something about seeing Loki dressed in his, what he still calls, ‘Midgard garms’ suddenly seems ridiculous in one of Asgard’s royal bedchambers.
A pair of tight black jeans cling to his muscles, denim shifting as he draws one knee over the other to rest on the bed. His forest green t-shirt has ridden up at his lower stomach, a victim of the obscene measurements of his stretching body. He chuckles lightly, making a thick line of his obliques tighten as he slips his fingers further into mussed hair.
"I told you I was a prince," he says sheepishly.
You make your way to the bed and he flips to his back, releasing a happy groan as you straddle him. His eyelids droop, a flash of his upper teeth as he bites his bottom lip.
"Frigga will be expecting us," you say as you roll your hips against his crotch.
"Uhhh...gods-" he grunts, large palms rubbing up your thighs tight on either side of his chest. ‘Frigga can wait. I said I would give you a tour, and give you a tour...I shall.’
"Not from down there you won’t."
You yelp as Loki sits up and his lips fasten to yours, hand cradling the back of your head and forcing you in a violent kiss. He bites your bottom lip, sucking out gently. You moan softly as his hands begin to rub your thighs again.
He’s needy. The sentimentality of bringing you Asgard for the first time is doing a real number on him. Your fingers run down his neck, down the hard dips and ridges of his abdomen through the t-shirt.
“I used to pleasure myself in this bed, dreaming of a woman like you-” he says huskily, beginning to thrust upwards.
The painfully tight erection bursting against denim rubs against your gusset, toying back and forth. You feel a swell of arousal web between your folds as your eyes dart towards the open door. Just a crack, but it’s enough. The guards are never far in the palace it seems, even for a Prince who’s all grown up.
“Say more,” you tease.
It’s a whisper, but it seems to echo. Loki chuckles quietly into the curve of your neck before he tips you easily to the side. You meet the mattress with a bounce, your head disappearing between the crevice of two plush pillows. Loki’s long form rises above you, impossibly rectangular, spread on his knees, the denim screaming around his crotch.
“It may come as a surprise to you that I was an awkward young man,” he starts, riding up the hem of his t-shirt. His leather belt sits maddeningly at the dent of his hips, perfect alabaster skin of his stomach flashing into view.
“No!? I would never have guessed...” you joke, surprised at your ability to think straight as Loki’s shirt pops over his head. He throws it away, skittering gently across the marble floor. His eyes flash mischievously.
“But I had urges, of course; fucked myself night after night like a demon; elaborate fantasies formed in my head with excruciating detail.” He falls forward against the pillows, the bulge of his shoulders tensing as he cages you.
“I wouldn’t let myself cum until every detail in my head was perfect,” he breathes, letting long tendrils of hair drag against your throat in time with the filth of his dulcet syllables. “Again and again. It was enough to drive a young man to madness.”
“Did you ever have-?” you start, cut off by a pathetic moan as Loki drags his bound cock against your clit.
“Never," he whispers. "This bed is as virginal as myself when I left it.”
The warm glow of his magic pulses from his skin. Loki’s jeans are gone, replaced by a green silk robe open at the waist.
It's Asgardian craftsmanship, that much is obvious. Gold weaving edges the hem, its age betrayed only by the sleeves which are a little too short. The sage shimmer melts into the wave of his hair, and for a second you can’t bring yourself to believe there wasn’t a line forming outside his bedroom every night after he came of age.
He rests back on his haunches between your legs, flipping out the robe at the nip of his taut waist. Loki’s eyes smoulder, waiting for you to ask.
“Which one do you want?” you say. It times perfectly with a twitch of his proud cock as he draws a finger back and forth along its length. His chin dips and a small smile creeps at the corner of his lips.
Loki raises a hand, a theatrical snap of his fingers making the ceiling height door to the chamber swing closed with an almighty clang. Even under normal circumstances, doors don’t close quietly in the palace; it is by design.
“My goddess riding me,” he says, raising his gaze to yours. “Then once I’ve filled her, she crawls to my face; smothers me with her perfect, dripping sex; calls my name so loudly in ecstasy that my brother hears it all the way in the taverns.”
Your brows raise. “That’s quite specific.”
Loki shrugs. “I told you. It needed to be perfect. I spent a lot of time thinking about it.”
You shuffle up on the pillows, curling one side of his silk robe in a fist and pulling his mouth to yours. He manoeuvres around, lying back against the pillows with bright eyes while you crawl on top of him once more.
“Are you my sweet virginal Prince?” you ask, batting your lashes.
Loki snickers. "If you like."
“I do.”
“Aright then,” he sniffs. “Although I should warn you, for a virgin – I am rather an expert.”
“Shhh-” You press a finger to his lips.
"I read a lot of books," he explains with overly-earnest eyes, muffled against your finger.
“Let’s get you some practice, then..” you whisper, rolling your hips up the length of his cock. Loki whimpers, brows slanting. You can't tell if that part is for show.
With a slip of his hand against your ass you feel your dress dissolve, the nip of a breeze through the open arches making your nipples stiffen. Loki’s head leaves the pillow and catches one in his mouth as your hand guides his cock between your legs. You rub the tip against your slit, slipping back and forth as guttural groans roll in his throat.
"My virgin Prince," you coo.
Loki’s head falls back to the pillow, a warning brow rising. But his eyes sparkle. Slowly, you sink down onto his cock; each hard inch of muscle tugging against your walls as you settle to the hilt.
“Every time you do that,” Loki rasps, “it’s everything I ever dreamt of in this bed, I swear.”
You flatten a curl of hair back from his forehead, rocking your hips back and forth. His hands slide up your waist, cupping your breasts as he pants beneath you. A vein in his neck throbs as he grits his teeth to the ceiling. He won’t last, not today. And that’s just fine.
You press his shoulders down, limiting his thrusts. If he wanted to, he could overthrow the touch in an instant. But he wont, not today; not in this bed. Every time you reach the tip of his cock you squeeze and his lips part; every time you sink him deep into your cunt they press together, like he doesn’t trust himself not to howl.
The squelching is louder now. The moaning, too. You and Loki have fucked many times, in many places – in every conceivable position, each time you think you could never be more aroused, he proves you wrong. But something’s different about him here. When his beautiful eyes open, the dark fan of his lashes seem to pop against the vibrant blue ringing blown pupils.
Loki’s fingers sink deep into the plump of your ass. He pulls in time with your rhythm, drawing the flat of his feet up. In seconds, he sits up to meet your mouth; his tongue lapping against yours with quiet desperation. Your fingers run down his abdomen and you feel his stomach clench.
“Fill me, baby-” you whine into his open mouth, “show me what Asgard’s finest cock can give me.”
Loki grunts in pleasured anguish, thrusting in erratic shudders as he erupts inside your heat. The angle is tight. Fresh seed creams at the seal of your slit and wells around the rim of his half-sheathed cock as he comes undone with a ragged exhale of your name.
He captures you in a messy kiss, falling away from your mouth to your chest before collapsing back to the pillows.
He squints with one eye, a lazy hand beckoning.
“You sure?” There’s an unusual shyness in your voice. Loki nods with a wolfish, lopsided grin; drunk on sex.
You shuffle up his abdomen, feeling a thick roll of hot cum settling against your inner thigh. Your fingers curl around the wooden headboard, Loki’s large palms settling on your ass and keeping you high. His head tilts, warm tongue tracing your inner thigh and sucking his seed from your skin. A violent shiver of desire rolls down your spine, making you thrust towards his face.
“I’ll try my best-” he purrs in character from between your legs.
His eyes are all you can see as his tongue outstretches. They disappear as he dips further back, running his warmth between your folds. He tilts his chin up, a white pool collected on his tongue.
Loki of Asgard looks up from bottomless eyes, the planes of his cheekbones sharpened. You shoot down and jam your tongue into his open mouth. His cum swirls within the kiss, mingling with the earthy taste of your own pussy – swallows and moans and filth sliding down your throats. Loki gasps loudly as your kiss breaks with a slurp.
“Was that in your fantasy?” you ask innocently, resuming your position above his head.
“I regret now, that even in the depths of my teenage depravity, it was not,” Loki growled, squeezing your ass-cheeks. He nudges you closer. “Now, finish me,” he orders as he pushes you down against his face.
The flat of Loki’s tongue meets your plump clit. Each flush and fat stripe of the muscle has no pretence – he intends to make you climax; and climax hard. Your nails dig into the headboard, scratching down pristine oak lined with gold. Images of Loki as a virginal youth rear in your mind, thrashing in these sheets, under this very ceiling, twisting and unravelling beneath the beat of his fist.
Your thighs begin to tremble, held steady by his fingertips sinking deep into the curve of your ass.
Loki’s tongue is relentless; it swirls and captures every flush of sparking orgasm and tends it with the next lap of his attentions. Before long, your legs tense – and somehow, one of your hands has tangled in his hairline, pushing him deeper, his nose slotted perfectly at the lip of your mound. The sight is all it takes.
“Loki-” you choke, punctuated by a final devastatingly soft lick of his flat tongue over your sex.
“Mmrph…” he grunts, brow furrowing. You hold your breath as climax shatters you, the exhale a strangled sob of his name that sings around the ceilings and tumbles out the archways.
You collapse on his chest, the two of you panting heavily. A thin sheen of fresh sweat clings to his skin. You trace the angle of his jaw, smiling as a dream-like peace descends on his features.
“Do you think Thor heard?”
“From Midgard? I doubt it,” Loki sighs, letting one of his legs fall open to the side. He’s hard again.
“But I can let that part of the fantasy slide. Everything else was...perfection, my love.”
You prop a fist beneath your chin. “Maybe we just need to try harder.”
“Fuck harder, you mean?” Loki says, a smirk curling the corners of his lips.
“You did promise me a palace tour…” you say, drawing your knuckles up the velvet skin of his cock stretching against his stomach. Loki’s smirk grows wider.
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🏰Breath of the Æsir
{Loki X Fem.Reader}
Chapter 3: Stories Cannot Burn or Disappear
I am so sorry these chapters are taking me so long. I haven't been the same since Covid! I hope the quality is still good...Thank you for joining my crazy medieval AU Loki fever dream era.
There is a bit of Easter and eclipse magic wound up in this chapter!
Summary: Loki isn't the only one who thinks you are more than a human woman, which buys you time while you figure out how to keep your manor and tenants safe. However, the challenge of nursing a debilitated, power-stripped god adds a layer of complexity to your already daunting task, clouding your judgment when clarity is most needed.
Note to Reader: Yes, Hozier is now a character, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you 😭 But which character will he be? Guess and comment!
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The clay soil in your husband’s land hadn’t fully absorbed the blood of the Christian god. Not yet at least. The claustrophobic land was hemmed by bogs and marshes, lowlands with the familiar wooden gods made from branches poking out of the muddy banks. The tides to the east would fill the saturated earth till she could take no more before becoming a lake. This system of pooling respiration created a natural barrier for the people. The stillness of the water meant you didn’t stop for long, just enough time to plant your wooden god or light a beeswax candle, burn some leaves as an offering, and then find fast footing across the rickety log bridges built by people no one could remember.
In spring, a carpet of blue wood betony would appear. The town's folk's talk led you to forage it, keeping the blossoms and stems in dark Roman glass, tucked on the kitchen shelf next to the salt. Your husband never noticed your collection, or if he did, he never mentioned it as anything particular or strange. It was a relief to find plants that grew elsewhere, unlike the state of the manor land — high on a hill, flanked by rocky, sandy soil. Collecting plants often made you wonder if Christ might rise from the bogs. You'd just have to wait and see, you supposed, imagining Christ emerging naked from the thick peaty waters, stray herbs clinging to his torso.
Perhaps when Loki showed up, bleeding from his stomach, you'd envisioned something like that before. That desert man had a different name, Jesus of Nazareth. You blushed at the thought of any man, holy or common.
Yet, you didn't blush much while sewing Loki back up. Stitches plunged down his torso into places you'd only seen hinted at on the marble body of Jupiter in Eboracum. Your confident needlework proved itself. If your cheeks reddened, it wasn't from embarrassment but from lack of oxygen, struggling to breathe. Saving a life required haste, much different from the crafts of passing time.
The day the Northmen came you had been already struggling to breathe, you’d lost your air completely and found Loki’s form in front of you when your eyes finally opened again. His hair like ash from the hearth, his eyes the most peculiar color of blue, much like the betony in your waiting Roman jars. Just where had you gone when you’d lost your air? Loki had refused to confront the Danes, refused to fight them. He had handed you back his weapon, leaving you to confront the invaders yourself.
After all, you became a manor wife because your origins had burned in your village's fire, but not in the stories that followed. Stories cannot burn or disappear, especially when people fleeing tell them to the right people in the countryside. Your husband's family had heard your father's tales and believed him. Your hand in marriage was worth more than any dowry. It was all the more disappointing when you couldn't produce an heir or embroidery, and the manor lands remained sandy, rocky, and haunted. You hadn't known a husband should stay close or lie with his wife until Elinor finally told you. Your confidence to heal a stranger, to meet the Northmen at their boat, came from your father. He told you who you were, and like the manor people, you believed him — even if you didn't understand what you were.
The sky had darkened as you came to the mahogany longship anchored next to the wind-ravaged cliffs. You knew to avert your eyes from the mast, the Northern dragon guardian was designed to kill folk such as you. A provocation to your ancestors. There was confusion at their camp, what seemed like hundreds of men were pointing above and shaking their heads. A seer had cast the runes, and the chieftain seemed to not like what the seer had spoken. The rugged man looked up at the sky once more and sent what looked like an envoy to you. He blamed the Norns and you in yet another language you didn’t understand. He could not kill you because it would only curse them more.
Stunned, your trembling hands clutched Loki's blade in disbelief. You ran beneath the still darkening sky, which seemed poised for rain, though no clouds were visible. Looking up, you saw something unimaginable. A planet had fully eclipsed the sun. Your people knew of these events, but you had not witnessed one yourself. As you ran you wondered if the land's spirits had cast a powerful enough curse to scare the Northmen.
Returning home, you found only Loki in the makeshift courtyard, fever-ridden, slumped over the fence. Your heart sank, fearing he was actually dead this time. But the breath of the Æsir still moved through him, you could see his chest moving as you approached.
The village was silent, its people hiding. The only sound was the wind stirring the grain fields and the oak leaves in a dry, papery rhythm. Loki beckoned you inside but he was barely able to move to the porch, he was already worried you’d absorbed too much of the darkness. You fell into his arms, wincing from the feel of his fevered skin through your shift. Significantly taller, Loki's limbs resembled a freshly felled hawthorn. You dragged him closer to the front door, you both were exhausted in the strange day of night.
Your efforts paused for a moment, you readjusted your grip on the stranger. "Saturn is passing over the sun, an eclipse," Loki murmured, breaths faint and labored. How did he know this? Such knowledge was native only to your people. Still reeling from scaring off the Danes, you now faced an eclipse. Loki speculated on the Northmen's possible interpretation of the event. Since much of their knowledge came from his world, he felt he knew exactly what they must have felt seeing the sky darken as you approached.
"They saw the eclipse as a sign of your power. They recognize planetary transits. As you approached them, Saturn crossed the sun's path, a coincidence perhaps in your favor," Loki continued. "But they'll return, and we need to be ready," he cautioned, aware of your mutual defenselessness. He felt responsible for the deaths across these isles, seeking balance, an unfamiliar concept.
You had wanted him to stay long enough to know who he was but now it appeared like he wasn't well enough to be able to leave, even if that is what you both wanted. The truth was, part of you didn't want him to go at all. There was something about him. He knew some of the old ways and where ever he had come from, you suspected again, he had once held a high status.
Loki also continued to contemplate your shared fates. Did the Norns truly allow for this meeting between you as part of the path of the raven’s wingspan, his destiny as a god with no power. He dared to speak to you some of his true thoughts. He felt he owed you some kind of explanation for his resistance to fighting on your behalf.
“Lady, I wish I could help you but as you see I am unwell from my wounds. When I heal, I would like to help you defend your home as part of my thanks, I will find a way to do that does not involve fighting. We have the cosmos on our side it seems, so perhaps there is more luck for our coming together. This is of course if you will continue to have me.”
His pale face seemed even more ghastly, and he laid his body on the porch in a heap, looking very similar to how you first found him. You felt a tenderness stir. You’d felt it for him when you were saving him but now it was tinged with worry for both of your lives and everyone who depended on you.
“Loki I don't want to heal you twice, but it seems this is my fate. Let’s see what you have within you still and if your Gods are listening. I expect you will tell me why you refuse to fight or why you cannot. You owe me the truth. There is much you are not saying.”
He knew he would not be able to hide himself from you as you seemed unable to hide yourself from him. The circumstances unfolding seemed like the actions of reverse spells, instead of concealing they were revealing who you both were. This was vexing to you both.
Despite his sincere words to you, Loki was not sure this troubled land was his final destination. He wondered if he should try and leave as soon as he was able. He was speaking with two tongues. Perhaps he should venture south, go to the Midgard places where panther Gods and pyramids covered in gold existed. Those people were said to do the bidding of the gods with even more ferocity than the Northmen.
Instead, he was sick with fever and stuck with a mysterious, beautiful, and angry woman, whose husband could return at any moment and kill him for what it looked like was happening, even in the middle of a possible invasion. Suddenly his reverie broke as you lifted his shirt to inspect his wound. Your worry for his fever could wait no longer.
"Lady," he said as he batted your hand away.
You protested back, “I have seen you already, why would you be shy now stranger? I need to check your wound, you are feverish,” you continued to pull up his shirt. His gash had indeed become weeping and likely the source of his fever. Whether you liked it or not, you were healing him once again it seemed.
“Wood betony, that is what you need, you are lucky I have some. I’ll see to it Elinor makes you a poultice, and then I am putting you in one of the downstairs bedrooms.” Your eyes were worried even if your words were not. Loki placed his weakened hand on your shoulder, and spoke solemnly, “You know, we need to find your husband.”
You turned your face from him, you didn’t want Loki to notice even the smallest bit of feeling.
“Of course, that is a good idea, this is his manor and his people after all,” you replied. “We can leave when the fever breaks and you can walk without me carrying half your weight,” there was the slightest tinge of playfulness in your words to your surprise. You hoped he did not notice.
As the day was moving into evening, the villagers whispered their suspicions about the stranger you aided. The darkened sky had unsettled them as much as the Northmen. Loki was right, without your husband the manor would devolve into chaos and this would leave the village even more vulnerable.
You watched Loki slowly drag his body to the downstairs bedroom and close the thick doors behind him before you had the chance to redirect him or wish him a good night. You thought better to tell him that he had gone into your husband’s bedroom not the servant’s quarters you had intended for him to rest.
You felt your stomach twist in knots. If your husband came home tonight the wrong impression you worried you would make, would surely be inevitable. You would have to go and move Loki once you were done with your chores. A prospect that left you even more anxious.
Finally, when everyone had gone to sleep and Elinor had gone to her quarters, you stood alone in the empty house contemplating what you should do next. Sleep seemed an impossibility. The eclipse had only been five minutes, but it disturbed the entire day. Now it was nearly midnight and it felt like morning. All time had shifted somehow. Loki sleeping in your husband's bedroom loomed in your head.
To quiet your thoughts you found yourself in the kitchen, sometimes cooking felt relaxing even if you were not good at it. Instead tonight you eyed the row of bottles on your shelf. There was something else calling to you. You grabbed a jar of mistletoe berries, and held them in your hands. Their color was startling.
Suddenly you busying yourself muddling them with the mortar and pestle. If there was a recipe to follow you did not know it, you pulled a few more bottles off the shelf and added the ingredients. Mullein leaves and blackberry.
Pausing for a moment you felt that Loki’s knife was still around your body, you had placed it in a leather holder diagonally across your chest, and forgotten it was there. The knife passed over your breasts and you couldn’t help but touch the length of it.
You hadn't the time to have paid much attention to it before. You noticed the unusual, rich craftsmanship. The inlay was extraordinary. Garnets and chrysoprase. You then gently pulled it out of the holder and carefully pricked your finger with the impossibly sharp tip. This action surprised you.
You inhaled deeply. Crimson blood rolled down your finger and into the stone mixing bowl. You placed your still bleeding fingertip into your mouth hoping to quickly stem the bleeding, but the knife had been too sharp, or you cut yourself too deep.
Quickly, you sucked the wound, blood filling your mouth. You spat the excess into the bowl and placed it on the windowsill, intuitively sensing it needed the moonlight. Just then you heard a deep voice behind you. You were frozen in place, unable to turn around. It was Loki.
"I had no idea you were a seer, you could have told me that sooner and it would have cleared things up," his words rich with sleep and something else.
When you finally turned around you saw he was only wearing his leather trousers and the poultice. Your heart produced a wild, unfamiliar beat, and you steadied yourself against the kitchen table. You weren't a seer, but you could not explain what you were just doing or what you were now feeling.
Before you could stop him, Loki took your mixture from the sill and drank it. "My gods what have you done?" the startled words fell out of your mouth as he placed the now empty bowl back into your hands.
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🏰Breath of the Æsir
{Loki X Fem.Reader}
Chapter 3: Stories Cannot Burn or Disappear
I am so sorry these chapters are taking me so long. I haven't been the same since Covid! I hope the quality is still good...Thank you for joining my crazy medieval AU Loki fever dream era.
There is a bit of Easter and eclipse magic wound up in this chapter!
Summary: Loki isn't the only one who thinks you are more than a human woman, which buys you time while you figure out how to keep your manor and tenants safe. However, the challenge of nursing a debilitated, power-stripped god adds a layer of complexity to your already daunting task, clouding your judgment when clarity is most needed.
Note to Reader: Yes, Hozier is now a character, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you 😭 But which character will he be? Guess and comment!
Passion and Romance Meter: Nothing explicit yet but hopefully you feel it boiling.
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The clay soil in your husband’s land hadn’t fully absorbed the blood of the Christian god. Not yet at least. The claustrophobic land was hemmed by bogs and marshes, lowlands with the familiar wooden gods made from branches poking out of the muddy banks. The tides to the east would fill the saturated earth till she could take no more before becoming a lake. This system of pooling respiration created a natural barrier for the people. The stillness of the water meant you didn’t stop for long, just enough time to plant your wooden god or light a beeswax candle, burn some leaves as an offering, and then find fast footing across the rickety log bridges built by people no one could remember.
In spring, a carpet of blue wood betony would appear. The town's folk's talk led you to forage it, keeping the blossoms and stems in dark Roman glass, tucked on the kitchen shelf next to the salt. Your husband never noticed your collection, or if he did, he never mentioned it as anything particular or strange. It was a relief to find plants that grew elsewhere, unlike the state of the manor land — high on a hill, flanked by rocky, sandy soil. Collecting plants often made you wonder if Christ might rise from the bogs. You'd just have to wait and see, you supposed, imagining Christ emerging naked from the thick peaty waters, stray herbs clinging to his torso.
Perhaps when Loki showed up, bleeding from his stomach, you'd envisioned something like that before. That desert man had a different name, Jesus of Nazareth. You blushed at the thought of any man, holy or common.
Yet, you didn't blush much while sewing Loki back up. Stitches plunged down his torso into places you'd only seen hinted at on the marble body of Jupiter in Eboracum. Your confident needlework proved itself. If your cheeks reddened, it wasn't from embarrassment but from lack of oxygen, struggling to breathe. Saving a life required haste, much different from the crafts of passing time.
The day the Northmen came you had been already struggling to breathe, you’d lost your air completely and found Loki’s form in front of you when your eyes finally opened again. His hair like ash from the hearth, his eyes the most peculiar color of blue, much like the betony in your waiting Roman jars. Just where had you gone when you’d lost your air? Loki had refused to confront the Danes, refused to fight them. He had handed you back his weapon, leaving you to confront the invaders yourself.
After all, you became a manor wife because your origins had burned in your village's fire, but not in the stories that followed. Stories cannot burn or disappear, especially when people fleeing tell them to the right people in the countryside. Your husband's family had heard your father's tales and believed him. Your hand in marriage was worth more than any dowry. It was all the more disappointing when you couldn't produce an heir or embroidery, and the manor lands remained sandy, rocky, and haunted. You hadn't known a husband should stay close or lie with his wife until Elinor finally told you. Your confidence to heal a stranger, to meet the Northmen at their boat, came from your father. He told you who you were, and like the manor people, you believed him — even if you didn't understand what you were.
The sky had darkened as you came to the mahogany longship anchored next to the wind-ravaged cliffs. You knew to avert your eyes from the mast, the Northern dragon guardian was designed to kill folk such as you. A provocation to your ancestors. There was confusion at their camp, what seemed like hundreds of men were pointing above and shaking their heads. A seer had cast the runes, and the chieftain seemed to not like what the seer had spoken. The rugged man looked up at the sky once more and sent what looked like an envoy to you. He blamed the Norns and you in yet another language you didn’t understand. He could not kill you because it would only curse them more.
Stunned, your trembling hands clutched Loki's blade in disbelief. You ran beneath the still darkening sky, which seemed poised for rain, though no clouds were visible. Looking up, you saw something unimaginable. A planet had fully eclipsed the sun. Your people knew of these events, but you had not witnessed one yourself. As you ran you wondered if the land's spirits had cast a powerful enough curse to scare the Northmen.
Returning home, you found only Loki in the makeshift courtyard, fever-ridden, slumped over the fence. Your heart sank, fearing he was actually dead this time. But the breath of the Æsir still moved through him, you could see his chest moving as you approached.
The village was silent, its people hiding. The only sound was the wind stirring the grain fields and the oak leaves in a dry, papery rhythm. Loki beckoned you inside but he was barely able to move to the porch, he was already worried you’d absorbed too much of the darkness. You fell into his arms, wincing from the feel of his fevered skin through your shift. Significantly taller, Loki's limbs resembled a freshly felled hawthorn. You dragged him closer to the front door, you both were exhausted in the strange day of night.
Your efforts paused for a moment, you readjusted your grip on the stranger. "Saturn is passing over the sun, an eclipse," Loki murmured, breaths faint and labored. How did he know this? Such knowledge was native only to your people. Still reeling from scaring off the Danes, you now faced an eclipse. Loki speculated on the Northmen's possible interpretation of the event. Since much of their knowledge came from his world, he felt he knew exactly what they must have felt seeing the sky darken as you approached.
"They saw the eclipse as a sign of your power. They recognize planetary transits. As you approached them, Saturn crossed the sun's path, a coincidence perhaps in your favor," Loki continued. "But they'll return, and we need to be ready," he cautioned, aware of your mutual defenselessness. He felt responsible for the deaths across these isles, seeking balance, an unfamiliar concept.
You had wanted him to stay long enough to know who he was but now it appeared like he wasn't well enough to be able to leave, even if that is what you both wanted. The truth was, part of you didn't want him to go at all. There was something about him. He knew some of the old ways and where ever he had come from, you suspected again, he had once held a high status.
Loki also continued to contemplate your shared fates. Did the Norns truly allow for this meeting between you as part of the path of the raven’s wingspan, his destiny as a god with no power. He dared to speak to you some of his true thoughts. He felt he owed you some kind of explanation for his resistance to fighting on your behalf.
“Lady, I wish I could help you but as you see I am unwell from my wounds. When I heal, I would like to help you defend your home as part of my thanks, I will find a way to do that does not involve fighting. We have the cosmos on our side it seems, so perhaps there is more luck for our coming together. This is of course if you will continue to have me.”
His pale face seemed even more ghastly, and he laid his body on the porch in a heap, looking very similar to how you first found him. You felt a tenderness stir. You’d felt it for him when you were saving him but now it was tinged with worry for both of your lives and everyone who depended on you.
“Loki I don't want to heal you twice, but it seems this is my fate. Let’s see what you have within you still and if your Gods are listening. I expect you will tell me why you refuse to fight or why you cannot. You owe me the truth. There is much you are not saying.”
He knew he would not be able to hide himself from you as you seemed unable to hide yourself from him. The circumstances unfolding seemed like the actions of reverse spells, instead of concealing they were revealing who you both were. This was vexing to you both.
Despite his sincere words to you, Loki was not sure this troubled land was his final destination. He wondered if he should try and leave as soon as he was able. He was speaking with two tongues. Perhaps he should venture south, go to the Midgard places where panther Gods and pyramids covered in gold existed. Those people were said to do the bidding of the gods with even more ferocity than the Northmen.
Instead, he was sick with fever and stuck with a mysterious, beautiful, and angry woman, whose husband could return at any moment and kill him for what it looked like was happening, even in the middle of a possible invasion. Suddenly his reverie broke as you lifted his shirt to inspect his wound. Your worry for his fever could wait no longer.
"Lady," he said as he batted your hand away.
You protested back, “I have seen you already, why would you be shy now stranger? I need to check your wound, you are feverish,” you continued to pull up his shirt. His gash had indeed become weeping and likely the source of his fever. Whether you liked it or not, you were healing him once again it seemed.
“Wood betony, that is what you need, you are lucky I have some. I’ll see to it Elinor makes you a poultice, and then I am putting you in one of the downstairs bedrooms.” Your eyes were worried even if your words were not. Loki placed his weakened hand on your shoulder, and spoke solemnly, “You know, we need to find your husband.”
You turned your face from him, you didn’t want Loki to notice even the smallest bit of feeling.
“Of course, that is a good idea, this is his manor and his people after all,” you replied. “We can leave when the fever breaks and you can walk without me carrying half your weight,” there was the slightest tinge of playfulness in your words to your surprise. You hoped he did not notice.
As the day was moving into evening, the villagers whispered their suspicions about the stranger you aided. The darkened sky had unsettled them as much as the Northmen. Loki was right, without your husband the manor would devolve into chaos and this would leave the village even more vulnerable.
You watched Loki slowly drag his body to the downstairs bedroom and close the thick doors behind him before you had the chance to redirect him or wish him a good night. You thought better to tell him that he had gone into your husband’s bedroom not the servant’s quarters you had intended for him to rest.
You felt your stomach twist in knots. If your husband came home tonight the wrong impression you worried you would make, would surely be inevitable. You would have to go and move Loki once you were done with your chores. A prospect that left you even more anxious.
Finally, when everyone had gone to sleep and Elinor had gone to her quarters, you stood alone in the empty house contemplating what you should do next. Sleep seemed an impossibility. The eclipse had only been five minutes, but it disturbed the entire day. Now it was nearly midnight and it felt like morning. All time had shifted somehow. Loki sleeping in your husband's bedroom loomed in your head.
To quiet your thoughts you found yourself in the kitchen, sometimes cooking felt relaxing even if you were not good at it. Instead tonight you eyed the row of bottles on your shelf. There was something else calling to you. You grabbed a jar of mistletoe berries, and held them in your hands. Their color was startling.
Suddenly you busying yourself muddling them with the mortar and pestle. If there was a recipe to follow you did not know it, you pulled a few more bottles off the shelf and added the ingredients. Mullein leaves and blackberry.
Pausing for a moment you felt that Loki’s knife was still around your body, you had placed it in a leather holder diagonally across your chest, and forgotten it was there. The knife passed over your breasts and you couldn’t help but touch the length of it.
You hadn't the time to have paid much attention to it before. You noticed the unusual, rich craftsmanship. The inlay was extraordinary. Garnets and chrysoprase. You then gently pulled it out of the holder and carefully pricked your finger with the impossibly sharp tip. This action surprised you.
You inhaled deeply. Crimson blood rolled down your finger and into the stone mixing bowl. You placed your still bleeding fingertip into your mouth hoping to quickly stem the bleeding, but the knife had been too sharp, or you cut yourself too deep.
Quickly, you sucked the wound, blood filling your mouth. You spat the excess into the bowl and placed it on the windowsill, intuitively sensing it needed the moonlight. Just then you heard a deep voice behind you. You were frozen in place, unable to turn around. It was Loki.
"I had no idea you were a seer, you could have told me that sooner and it would have cleared things up," his words rich with sleep and something else.
When you finally turned around you saw he was only wearing his leather trousers and the poultice. Your heart produced a wild, unfamiliar beat, and you steadied yourself against the kitchen table. You weren't a seer, but you could not explain what you were just doing or what you were now feeling.
Before you could stop him, Loki took your mixture from the sill and drank it. "My gods what have you done?" the startled words fell out of your mouth as he placed the now empty bowl back into your hands.
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