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yet another rendition of miss in-unga…. only halfway through drawing did i realize that this is still a rather warm outfit for jotunhiem… whatever, the cloak charms can make up the difference lol. whoever gave her that belt with the vine pattern probably thought they were being very funny (since midgard = plants, right?)

(-submitted by @robinmage)

for @blackrose94 (it’s only a tiny little ficlet, but I hope it has some of the vibes you requested) 🥺🌹

Pairing: Býleistr/Reader

WC: 933

Rating: T (prelude to smut)

At first, you’re surprised by the hustle and bustle in the lobby of the fancy hotel where you’ll be staying for the week, but then you pass by an employee carrying a huge bunch of heart-shaped balloons, and it clicks. Valentine’s Day. How is it already February? This is what you get for spending a quarter of the year off-Earth. Your internal clock is permanently wrecked. 

You’ll have to grab a card for Býleistr while you’re out running errands. He’ll probably turn up his nose and call it a “mawkish mortal festival,” or something else similarly derisive, but you’re sure you’ll be able to win him over. Order in a heart-shaped pizza and chocolate mousse from room service, and your evening will be golden. 

Summary: He’ll do whatever is necessary to be with her again.

(A scene from Part 45 of Frostbite from Loki’s perspective).

Paring: Loki/In-Unga

Rating: E for smut 💙

WC: 3499

A/N: Frostbite Friday in celebration of getting the print proof of my original novel in the mail today! Yay! Let’s celebrate with smut and Loki being emotional and ridiculously smitten! ❄️  

The muscle in his jaw tightens. He needs to stop clenching his teeth so often. It gives him terrible headaches. The smoke in the hut isn’t helping matters, either; his nose stings, and he wonders how the witches endure it. 

They watch him expectantly, and Loki sneezes. 

One of the older giantesses chuckles. “You come to us under the cover of night, Loki Laufeyson - so clandestine. What is it that you require? Do you hope to have your fortune foreseen?”

“Norns, no,” Loki replies. “I make my own fortune.”

A younger witch begins to reproach him, but her matron holds up a hand. “The king will find his fortune in his own time,” she says. “Ask what you would ask of us, young man.”

If you are all so adept at reading fortunes, he thinks, shouldn’t you already know? “I need something medicinal - a potion or a spell.”

“For what purpose?”