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edelweissbarnes · 2 years

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Hello readers!

I'm sorry for the waiting but is was an hectic week but here we are with my version of the first time Sigyn and Loki meet.

Chapter 2 - Asgard

As soon as we landed in the new realm, an unsettling emotion welled up in my chest along with the feeling of being closely watched by prying and curious eyes.

"Hello Heimdall, it's nice to see you" my mother purrs friendly to the guardian of the Bifrost who nods softly, aknowledging us both without a word.

"It's really happening..." I whisper under my breath giving myself a little pinch on the left arm to be sure that I'm not dreaming.

"Oh yes my dear...everyone is about to see the real treasure of Vanaheimr: you, my little golden one." My mother speak soft but proudly. When my sisters and I were children she often called me "golden one", I've never understood why. I was the troublemaker, the one who needed the most freedom, the one who always find way to escape tedious etiquette lessons to be outside, yet I was always her golden one.

On our arrival we find a group of einherjars in shining armour waiting for us, after all we are members of the royal family of Vanaheimr and not just guests.

"Welcome to Asgard my ladies, please follow us, the Allfather awaits you in the throne room." Says one of the einherjars, who has moved a step closer to us, in a calm, embracing tone.

"What is your name?" I ask, addressing myself directly to the guard who spoke. He looks at me, surprised by my question, but immediately bows his head respectfully, averting his gaze "Theoric, my lady." he replies.

"we thank you for your welcome Theoric, please lead the way" I murmur. He nods quickly leading the way to the throne room.

*see? It's natural for you to relate to people,It is your gift... i know that soon you'll love Asgard...* i hear my mother's voice, like a squeak in my head, thanks to the vanir telepathic connection we share as mother and daughter.

*I don't think so...everything here is so cold and rigid...* I reply candidly while exiting the room we arrived in and following Theoric and the other guards around the corridors of the royal palace di Asgard.

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"Who is the pretty little thing who arrive with lady Freya?" He ask nonchalantly reveling himself as soon as the women exited the room.

"She's lady Freya's youngest daughter : lady Sigyn. She's going to be the representative of Vanir realm at Odin's Council. Tonight's feast is in her honor" the guardian replied, barely moving his gaze towards the god beside him.

"Don't get any silly ideas...she would be able to knock you out without batting an eyelid..." he concludes, returning to observe the realms.

"Interesting, indeed..." reply the mischievous god with a grin. With a flick of the hand he pushed back a lock of his long red-like-flaming hair. That girl stirrs such a strong curiosity in him, he has to know more about her. With this thought in mind the god of mischief exits the room directing himself to the throne room.

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The group of guards led by Theoric leaves us in front of the closed doors of the throne room. The two guards at the entrance open the doors with a confident and agile gesture before striking their spears on the ground in unison, drawing the attention of those present in the room.

"Lady Freya and Lady Sigyn of Vanaheimr," shouts one of them, making our figures known.

My mother walks confidently into the now silent room, me behind her, I would only wish to disappear. I have never liked banquets, celebrations, I have always preferred more, let's say 'quiet' activities: a good book accompanied by a glass of mead or a sparring match for example.

As soon as she has reached the bottom of the steps above the throne, she bows her head slightly before uttering words.

"Allfather, Queen Frigg, allow me to present to you the brightest jewel of Vanaheimr: my daughter Sigyn." She murmurs solemnly before showing me with a delicate gesture of her hand.

I move a few steps, before taking a deep courtesy, bowing my head with lowered eyes, while mentally hoping I have done Guðlaug and her endless hours of bowing trials proud.

"Lady Freya, it is always a pleasure! Please, stand, lady Sigyn. Welcome to Asgard. I hope your stay will be pleasant. " Odin murmur with a deep and rasping voice approaching us while descending from the throne.

As I stand up I have the opportunity for the first time to observe the almighty father of the gods: he is tall, his dark hair is quite short compared to the custom, held back by a leather lace, his face marked by a few thin scars while the blindfold covers the now empty orbit of the eye that has been surrendered in the name of knowledge. The remaining eye is a vivid blue, mottled with small golden specks.

"Come, child, I am sure my bride will want to present you personally to the other gods..." he murmurs calmly before extending his hand to me in a chivalrous gesture.

"I thank you, my lord," I reply meekly.

All this attention makes me feel uncomfortable but for the sake of diplomacy, for my people and my parents, I push back the discomfort and put on my best smile.

Queen Frigg is the personification of the motherly aspect, no surprise that I found her presence reassuring and calming while she speaks, presenting me to the other gods and goddesses, but the banquet proceed and lots of foods, mead and talks are having place. I barely taste anything, tension locked up my stomach.

* I'm gonna be sick...* I think as an overwhelming feeling begins to wash over me.

I just need to get out of here.

I nod briefly to sweet Iðunn who asks me to visit her sometime, to talk about plants and poetry, then I walk away, looking for the first door that will allow me to go out onto a terrace or a garden.

A strong feeling of nausea grips my throat and I cannot breathe.

I let myself be guided by instinct, the Vanir heritage of my blood desperately seeking the comfort of one of its elements, and I let myself be led through yet another door before finding myself in one of the gardens.

I stumble, falling to my knees before I can get my fingers into the earth.

"I can't breathe...please, earth, help me..." I whisper before tears slip copiously from my eyes as a feeling of relief washes over me.

"Oh, come on...Just arrived and already on the verge of tears...Óðinn is getting worse...don't cry little one.... There's nothing a glass of mead can't cheer up..." says a deep voice, almost growling.

I wince in surprise, looking up to meet the man who spoke. He leans down next to me, so that he can be at the same height as me.

His face is charming, his cheekbones sharp, his nose straight and his lips thin but full, his green eyes bright, curious while his red, wavy hair surrounds his face resembling the flames of an unquenchable fire.

I blink

"I..." I stammer

"Oh, where are my manners...I don't think we have been introduced...my name is Loki..." he says calmly, holding out his hand to me.

"Sigyn..." I only reply before placing my hand in his, realising too late that it's dirty with dirt.

"I..." I stammer again.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, darling" he replies, squeezing my fingers, before bringing the back of my hand to his lips, kissing it.

I blush, surprised by the situation.

With a fluid movement I see him stand up and then help me do the same.

"Now, dear, may I ask why you were crying?" He asks, his voice gentle, like a caress.

"I...I don't like banquets or feasts...tension overwhelmed me and...I needed the comfort that earth gave me..." I say uncertainly shaking the last residues of earth from my hands.

According to my mother's recommendations, I shouldn't trust anyone, the court of Asgard is a place known for its intrigues and machinations, yet this god by my side makes me feel ...safe...Protected.

"Come...let me escort you back to the hall before someone get worry sick for your disappearance" he murmurs quietly.

I nod in responde and he lead the way.

Once out of the same door where I escaped he bows graciously before making appear between his finger a little red amaryllis flower, which he hands me.

"Farewell...til our next encounter..." he whispers before he left.

Now, smiling I came back to the hall, the rest of the evening suddenly become much more bearable.

Notes: just so you know, in the language of flowers, Amaryllis is the flower for the admiration. Giving someone a red Amaryllis flower is an excellent way to subtly show someone that you are attracted to them.

#sigyn #goddess of victory #lady sigyn #logyn #loki #loki and sigyn #loki god of mischief #loki god of stories #loki laufeyson #norsegods #sigyn goddess #sigyn and loki #sigyn deity #sigyn aesthetic

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bubbleteycosplay · 2 years

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What ifs Sigyn's stories

Part 16

So many different universes, so many different possibilities. And in some loves Sigyn and their different stories. Pictures and brief information have been written about some of these possibilities.

But what is her full story, we don't know. But we can spin them further in our thoughts ^^

The whole project here serves to show the possibilities and potential that Sigyn would have had within the Marvel Universe. How she could have been reintroduced, her story made new and more exciting. #JusticeForSigyn stands for creating Sigyn content because Marvel doesn't give us any.

Inspired by @fauna-and-mythos @dailylogyn @dank-art @jonquilclegane @sigynoffidelity @sigynthevictorious @thewitchysystem @shenanigans-and-imagines @timeladyjamie @therese-lokidottir @puckwritesstuff @sigynappreciation @sigyn-obsessed @ellecaterina @roruna

Gilt and Green by queenofthenile91

In which Loki’s marvelously self-indulgent display of egotism in Stuttgart is interrupted not just by the Avengers but also his long-suffering wife.

This fic is not canon to the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Universe Earth-616 or Norse mythology, but it will beg, borrow, steal and bastardize from all three from time to time. After all, if the Poetic Edda says the first Frost Giant was licked into existence by a primeval cow and there’s an alt-Marvel universe where Captain America fights Nazi zombies alongside Howard the Duck, I should be able to do what I want.

Betrayed by fate story by @jonquilclegane

Every Loki, from every timeline, will have the same fate. They will live with Odin for some time, fall in love and marry a beautiful and sweet maiden called Sigyn, kill Baldur, and endure the punishment for it, with only their wife by their side.

However, with the timelines resetting, and Kang taking over, destroying the Norns, who knew what would happen? The Conqueror had decided Loki would never meet Sigyn, so, fate might be different this time around…

Where was Sigyn, if not faithfully by her beloved spouse’s side? Well, Kang had hid her from Loki’s sight. If the God of Mischief never laid eyes on her, he would never desire her, never marry her, never have her by his side, never realize he could be loved by someone who was not family, or himself. He would become the perfect pawn on his chess board, utterly miserably, some pathetic villain, losing again and again, with no Victory in sight.

His bride was gone. Kang had manipulated the timeline so all the Valkyries but one would be die, killed by Hela. No Freya, no Sigyn. Kill the hen, there is no egg, is there?

Yet, he did keep one Sigyn variant alive, as potential blackmail material. If one of the Lokis become too cumbersome, he could still threaten their beloved spouse… though, of course, they would not know her. But one look at her was enough to make a Loki lose their heads. It had been proven before, and it would again.

Still, that silly girl had to try and escape, hearing that some variant of her husband had declared war against Kang. She probably thought she would join their side, and bring Loki victory, at least. But fate was always against them. Fate would never let Loki and Sigyn be happy for long, or at all. In this case, Fate would not even let them meet.

Before she could reach Loki, Kang had his agents catch the Goddess of Fidelity, killing her right in front her beloved’s eyes.

Of course, the Loki variant – Sylvie, as she was called now- had no idea who had just died, or why they had killed that young woman. She most likely thought that pruning had been for her, and ran as quick as she could, leaving the one who should have been her wife to her sorrowful fate, and Alioth to his delightful dinner.

And for dessert there was death and love

Nobody knows universe 77778. Nobody has ever entered it, but there are rumours, stories and legends that are told. Are you brave enough to start the journey into this universe in this story?

Amora's last lover

We are writing a story on Earth 3445 that never had a happy ending.

"Face reality Loki, in this world nothing goes as you wish. You must realize the longer you live the better you will understand that life is largely ruled by pain, emptiness and the search for answers. Believe me everything that happens in every world has a light and dark side and we alone decide which actions we take. For as long as there are winners there will be losers and the selfish desire to keep peace breeds wars and to keep love breeds hate. You can't separate the connection between cause and effect and I swear you will suffer for his death even after your death!"

Amora's words to Loki before killing him.

affair with obstacles

Welcome to Universe 2233

In this universe, Kang and Sigyn are a couple. But both of them don't take loyalty so seriously and one thing for the other. In short, things are very hot in this universe!

Sigyn from the Fanfiction Trickster Hero from @roruna

Trickster Hero :

The Kursed killed Thor in Svartalfheim. Now Loki has to be the hero. He has to stop Malekith. And the Other and the Chitauri arrive to collect what Loki owes them just when Loki reunites with his estranged wife, Sigyn.

We Have All The Time In The World

(A possible comic story in the multiverse) story by @jonquilclegane

One day, Sigyn Iwaldidottir was at her father’s forge, helping her brothers with some delicate new project, the next, she was no more, erased from existence, from “the sacred timeline”.

But then, with no explanation, Sigyn was back, in a little room, with no windows, no furniture but a simple bed, no company but her own, trapped, without any hope of escaping.

She felt desperate, and only wanted to cry. Her food always magically appeared, so she did not even see any guard. What had she done to deserve such miserable fate?

Worst of all: there was no door! She was never going to leave this place. Maybe this was Hel. Maybe she had died and the Valkyries had judged her unworthy of Valhalla, and now she was here forever.

When she was at her lowest, however, something wonderful happened. A man, tall, very handsome, though she would have had some notes on his attire, appeared through a golden door. Sigyn rose from her bed and curtsied politely.

“My Lord”, she greeted, while the noble warrior seemed confused, but rather pleased by her welcome.

“I was told Kang had prisoners, my Lady”, he started, hesitantly, “But I had no idea they would be as courteous or lovely as you”

Sigyn smiled and blushed. He was not very elegant, but his words and manners were pleasing enough and showed he was from the higher aristocracy.

“I am Princess Sigyn Iwaldidottir, my Lord”, she introduced herself, “Are you here to free me at last from this awful dungeon?”

He bowed to her and presented her his hand for her to take.

“Prince Loki Laufeyson, your highness”, he said, his voice as smooth as velvet.

Sigyn blushed, as she had not recognized him. Of course, they had never met officially, but her mother, Queen Freya of Vanaheim, had showed her portraits of both Odinsons, and the reveal of the second prince’s true parentage had been quite the talk, both on Vanaheim and Nidavellir. Even though he was strangely dressed, she should have known who he was.

“I am pleased to make your acquaintance, your royal highness”, she curtsied, remembering Prince Loki had been king at some point, though it had not been for long.

“Pleased to meet you too”, he replied, kissing her hand lightly, before inviting her to cross the golden door.

“Let’s move this lovely conversation elsewhere, if you don’t mind, Princess”, Loki said, “after that, we will have all the time in the world”

Double trouble Sigyn Story by @jonquilclegane

The universe TRN875 was fun, Loki decided. His other, female self had been great too, but of course, he was the superior Loki, no one would ever dare to contradict him. He had stolen the orb from her, and Thor had returned it to their Father’s vault… well, not for long, as he still needed it. He wanted to explore more of that other dimension, what treasures it contained.

Using the orb once again, Loki created a portal and jumped into it, wondering what he would discover this time. A rare volume of spells? Some other magical artefact he had never heard of? He could not wait!

Instead, he found a girl. A very pretty blonde girl, waiting for him in his rooms. Well, not his rooms, his other self’s rooms.

She looked at him, confused, her shining blue eyes observing him carefully before offering him the most beautiful smile in the Nine realms.

“Oh, you must be the other Loki”, she said, marching to him with confidence, and taking his hands into hers, “I am Sigyn… Do you have a Sigyn?”

Loki did not have a Sigyn, and suddenly felt very jealous of his female self. Why didn’t he have a Sigyn? He should have had a Sigyn. Now, he wanted a Sigyn. Where was his Sigyn? Well, if his world did not have one, he could still steal this one.

The Prince of Asgard opened his arms widely, and the maiden giggled joyously and jumped into them, without fear or mistrust. She trusted him? She loved him, he realized… Well, she loved her, his other self. But that did not matter, she would love him soon too, and forget all about her original world and her Loki. She would be his, and they would have terrible fun adventures together, he knew it.

But the girl did not like it. No, she did not like it at all.

“I cannot leave my Loki! She will worry if I do not come back!”, she cried, when Loki told her she was to stay with him from now on.

“She’s not worthy of you!”, Loki declared, “I am the superior Loki! I am the one who deserve your love, Gentle Sigyn”

However, the maiden would not listen to reason, and conjured an axe which she aimed at his throat.

“Listen, I like you, I really do. I will always love Loki, in any dimension, but I cannot leave my Loki”, she explained, holding her weapon tightly, “I love her and I am her betrothed. I cannot run away with someone else. Not even another version of her! That would not be fair. That would not be right. I am her Sigyn, not yours.”

Loki stood still for a moment. Betrothed? But they were much too young to be married! Though of course, with such a lovely little lady, and so faithful to them, how could they ever refuse her?

“I have to go back to my Loki, please?”, she begged so prettily Loki felt his heart fluster, and he conceded.

“Fine”, the Prince of Asgard sighed in defeat, “If you love her so much, I’ll give you back to her”

“Thank you”, Sigyn said happily, jumping back into his arms, and kissed his cheek.

Ah, if she wanted him to let her go, giving him sweet kisses was maybe not the best idea. But he had promised her he would, and so he did. He would not have wanted to harm such a lovely lady.

He would have to find his own Sigyn, though. After tasting such sweetness, how could he ever live without it? He needed her, as a traveler lost in the deserts of Muspelheim craved water. And once he had her, he would never ever let her go.

The last song of the nightingale Story by @jonquilclegane

Sigyn was born the daughter of an infamous courtesan. However, she did not want to follow her mother’s footsteps. So, instead of selling her body, she sang. People from the Nine realms and beyond came to hear her voice. Sigyn hoped one day she would have enough money to gain her freedom and her mother’s, but the owner of the brothels where they lived refused to let them go, as she became more and more popular.

Everyone called her “The Nightingale”, and paid a fortune to listen to her enchanting voice. The Princes of the realm, Thor and Loki, became intrigued by the famous singer, and decided to pay her a visit. At first, the Lady Sif had not been very keen on the idea, but after a few notes, she was as taken by the music as her male companions were.

Thor and Fandral tried to win her heart, but only Loki seemed to catch her attention, as she caught his. Soon the pair became inseparable, and the Prince promised he would free his songbird from her cage.

Loki knew the owner of the brothel would never let his golden goose fly away : she had become much too valuable, bringing to his house fame and fortune.

No. He would have to steal her if he wanted to have her as his own. And so he did.

One night, after a night of songs, dances and music, after all the patrons had fallen asleep, Loki turned Sigyn into an actual nightingale, and told her to fly to the palace. There, he could protect her and make her his. Once she would be in his rooms, safe and sound, no one would dare come and claim her. Her past in the brothel would be forgotten, and she would be his and his alone.

So Sigyn flew, quick as the wind. Unfortunately, the owner had heard of the Prince’s plan, and he did not like it. If his house lost its main attraction, he would be ruined. The little bitch could not escape him, and if she did, well… her journey would lead her to Hel, not to a Prince’s bedchamber.

He took his longbow and aimed at the sky.

Sigyn fell.

Loki waited for his lover, but she never came, though every night, he could hear the ghost of one last song, haunting his dreams.

Sister of a thousand tears

Loki found a file in the TVA archives with case number 900. In it was a photo of a woman with brown reddish hair and a barely readable report and one that could clearly read "My sister of a thousand tears died".

Part 17 is in progress ^^

Here you can find the last 4 parts

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indecisivewitch · 2 years

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Hello, I hope I'm not bothering you but I had a question.

I've been a pagan for quite some time now but I only worked with spirits and recently I tried to get in touch with Loki. Since then I began to dream about foxes and I even saw them several times even if I don't live in an area where foxes are usually found. When I tried to find information on the internet I saw some people talk about Sigyn and so I wanted to ask someone who actually worked with Sigyn and Loki if you knew anything about them being linked to foxes. I don't know if it's one of them or spirits and I hoped someone who had experience with them could help me.

Feel free to ignore! I hope you'll have a great day !

Hello, I'm always happy to talk about Loki and Sigyn! I just wanna say that I don't do any spirit work other than working with my two deities.

As for Loki, Sigyn and signs. When you're actively looking for signs your brain will see them everywhere, so it's always best to try and rule out mundane reasons before going into supernatural reasoning. Also to make sure you're venerating before coming to a final conclusion that is x entity or x deity. - (I'm sure you know this nonny but for those who might not)

For me, I associate Loki with Foxes because they were in Fox form when I first met them and continued to be a fox until I was comfortable enough with their energy and presence, but you have to remember that they appear differently to everyone and not everyone will have the same experience with the same deity. I have Loki and Sigyn cheat sheets, feel free to read through them and dm me if you have anymore questions.

#anon ask #sigyn and loki #norse loki #norse sigyn #Hopefully this helps #sigyn deity #loki deity

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slowsadsleepy · 1 year

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but like why does it have to be Sigyn holding the bowl why does she have to suffer

can't she just prop the bowl on Loki's face or give the snake a bib

#norse mythology #loki #myth loki #sigyn #sigyn deity

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fayzart136 · 3 months

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There's been so little time to share

We always had our loads to bear

I won’t forget

I won’t leave you this time

This time

#i relistened to TBI. Its still so damn good.#also yes i already drew this exact scene 4 years ago #but this time i actually know how to draw it like i see it in my head so. redraw!#tbi #the bifrost incident #the mechanisms #loki tbi #sigyn tbi #''die in peace'' ''die in honor'' is another strongg contender for moments that grip my heart btw #maybe ill draw that too sometime.#the mechs #the mechs tbi #art #artists on tumblr #sfw #blood cw

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theblackknightofworcestershire · 1 year

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#norse mythology #norse mythology memes #sigyn #loki #lokasenna #i spent twenty minutes on this hopefully someone else will this it's as funny as i do #seriously her bowl is always so small in the art. i think we can fix this one guys.#tag 5

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v-o-i-d-p-u-n-k · 6 months

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Tbi doodle dump

Now with id and character design notes in alt text

#d-raw #the mechanisms #the mechanisms fanart #the mechs #the mechs fanart #the bifrost incident #the bifrost incident fanart #the mechanisms tbi #tbi #tbi loki #tbi odin #tbi thor #tbi sigyn #lyfrassir edda #lyfrassir edda fanart

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reegis · 10 months

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✨ mechanisms character designs ✨

(part 3)

top 10 photos taken moments before disaster-

(part 1)

(part 2)

#the mechanisms #the mechs #the bifrost incident #loki tbi #sigyn tbi #thor tbi #odin tbi #sigyn & thor are 2 of my all time favs & i think that really shows 😔#sorry i am a simple man #my art #now i go back into my hole & finish answering asks

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rumble-bee-art · 5 months

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Work-life balance definitely doesn’t exist in this time-binding job

#I love suffering and old man yaoi #so naturally I’m still insane over them #also big fan of the idea of mobius being sort of sigyn and hanging out with Loki in his time tree #big sexy brain idea #loki series #loki season 2 #loki #lokius #mobius m mobius #loki x mobius #lokius art #my art #artist on tumblr

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alyceinwonderland777 · 1 year

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~Mischievous love~ 💚🔥

#Loki #Loki Laufeyson #Sigyn #Sigyn Iwaldidottir #sigyn and loki #Logyn #Tom Hiddleston #Mia Wasikowska #marvel #mcu

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alientoastt · 11 months

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so the barbie meme is just lokis actual expression in the album art huh

[image id: a drawing of loki and sigyn from the bifrost incident as the barbie and ken mugshot meme. they're depicted as they are in the album sleeve. end id.]

#the mechanisms #alientoastt #loki tbi #sigyn tbi #the bifrost incident #tbi #image described #barbie #GUYS I REMEMBERED HOW TO DRAW

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edelweissbarnes · 2 years

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Hello readers! Happy Monday!!

Here the things are getting spicy....(light smut ahead)

Chapter 5 - incantion fetterer

I let his hands roaming on my body, the delicacy of his touch is a poisoning sensation and I let myself simmer in that.

His lips a sweet and tempting addiction. My hands tugging gently between his flaming locks while he devours me.

I whimper meekly when he bites softly my lower lip. His eyes darkening on lust.

He traces a trail of kisses and small bites along my jawline, sliding down my neck as his fingers now, hesitantly caress the edge of my petticoat.

"You want me to continue little one? Do you know that you can alway make me stop, right?" He whispers gently on my ear. Again, his search for consent make me feel safe. I nod lightly.

"Use your words, little one, I will not touch you if you don't say it clearly" he murmurs towering over me stopping touching me.

I glare at him while an obscure and sensual need start coiling in my belly. I miss his touch, no, worse, I NEED his touch.

"touch me..." I whisper under my breath, blushing. I don't know how but he seems to know that I'm inexperienced on this matter.

"Oh my, my little one..."he murmurs with a grin before latches his lips on my neck kissing and sucking gently making me shiver.

His hand slips to lower my soaked petticoat, grazing the erect tips of my nipples. His touch is warm against my skin. I tilt my head back as I feel his lips descend into the hollow of my neck and work their way down to my breasts.

His tongue gently circles my nipple before he nips it between his teeth. A moan escape my lips while my back arches.

"Gods...you're beautiful kærasta..." he whispers in admiration before doing the same with the other nipple.

His hand caresses my waist as his tongue now descends, diving into my navel, I giggle at the strange but pleasant sensation. Now his eyes seek mine as his hands lift my petticoat. I hold my breath as the feeling of his hands sliding down my thighs, ever closer to my center, invades me.

He lowers himself and without leaving my gaze he lets his tongue taste my intimacy.

I tremble, closing my eyes from the whirlwind of emotions that overwhelm me.

With precise and tireless movements his tongue caresses and teases.

Suddenly the feeling changes as he gently inserts one of his long fingers inside me. His lips gently tease and suck my clit as he now inserts a second finger, stretching me without causing me pain.

I let my fingers through his hair, tugging his locks when he began to move his fingers inside, curling them and touching the perfect spot which make me shiver.

"Please..." I whisper shamelessly.

"Sssh...I'll make you feel good little one..." he reply slyly before placing little bites along my inner tight, making me whimper with need. Then he starts a faster pace until the orgasm washes over me violently.

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Watching her come, trembling, brought the god to the limit.

To calm his pounding heart, and eager to see her come again, the god teases her again with his tongue.

He sucks, kisses and licks until he hears she came calling out his name like a prayer.

He then kisses her thighs slowly before moving to seek her mouth.

Only then does the god notice the tiny flowers that have bloomed all around her, even in her hair.

He chuckles lightly.

"My little Vanir, you really make everything bloom..." he murmurs before taking her mouth.

Her hands frantically trying to undo his belt and pants, once successful, she slips her hand inside his pants to feel his cock. He moans in her mouth, feeling her hand grabbing him.

With a swift gesture he frees himself and he position himself at her entrance.

With a gentle thrust he enters her and stop to let her adjust and stretch.

"Are you ok kærasta?" He whispers peppering her face with little kisses.

She nods quietly, but he notes a little tear rolling from the corner of her eye, he kiss the trail of the tear before starting to move, slowly.

She tries to move to let him go faster but the mischievous god continue with his slow and torturous pace.

Suddenly, bucking her hips, she manages to get on top, surprising him.

" if you don't give me what i want, I'll go get it myself..." she murmurs with a mischievous grin pressing his hands at the sides of his head.

A couple of vines erupted from the soil grabbing his wrists. The god tilts his head to see his wrists bound.

He tries to set himself free but it seems that his seiðr is absorbed by the vines making all his attempts vain.

The goddess now press her hands on his chest before starting to buckle her hips, setting her pace.

"Do as you please little one..." he replies breathless lifting his hips to move with her.

She moans now,even if he's bounded he found the right angle to let his cock touch repeatedly her sweet spot inside her.

"Come again for me, kærasta... i can't hold it anymore" he hisses tilting back his head.

His words are her demise, she came, screaming his name and the god followed soon after.

She collapses on top of him trying to catch her breath.

"Care to unbound me, fetterer? I'd like to touch you...." he whispers slyly.

With a light gesture the vines retreat, freeing the hands of the god who now embraces her tenderly.

" a creature full of surprises, indeed..." he murmurs under his breath before summoning a blanket to cover them up.

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Notes: in olde norse kærasta means darling, beloved 💜

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