THANK YOU FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES! 

she   bows   her   head  ,      thinking   of   her   birth   father   and   his   face  .      everyone   always   told   her   it   was   a   solemn   face  ,      but   she’d   found   it   loving   and   bright   as   the   summer   sun  .      Jarl   Eddard   said   that   honour   and   duty   ought   come   before   your   own   wants  ,      and   it   seems   to   her   that   this   was   when   she   was   supposed   to   be   doing   that  .      ❛      i  ,      uh  .      ❜      she   chews   her   lip  .      it’s   not   what   she   wants  .      she   wants   to   stay   with   him  ,      and   fight   with   him   and   see   far - away   shores   with   him  .      but   his   words   had   been   so   sweet  ,      inviting   her   into   his   family  ,      and   she   knew   that   she   could   help   protect   them  .      even   Angrboda  ,      who   was   older   than   she   was  .      she   loves   Helga  ,      and   her   sister   and   her   brother  .      it   never   stops   her   feeling   too   wild  ,      too   wild   to   stay  .       ❛      i   can   stay  .      i   can   keep   them   safe  .      ❜      she   whispers  .

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the one where you can talk to your soulmate in dreams.

Continued x - @flokithetrickster​

      “I can’t tell you then.” Ivar won’t take the risk. The more people know about it, the higher the chances he might hear it being whispered around. He wasn’t even sure if he could tell his mother about what had happened with the slave girl, but eventually Aslaug had managed to pry it from her son’s chest either way. “People will mock me, if they know.”

                                       ❝ You cruel man — denying your children their mother. ❞  jesting laughter fell from pink lips however, head rolling back when sharp teeth found the delicate skin in her neck. Worry was taken, perhaps now lingering on Loki’s lips as his markings started to form beneath them. He knew not to let her wait, but whines and whimpers were quickly quieted down the moment he pressed himself inside her, forcing her to arch her chest forward, nails digging even deeper into his skin. A hiss sounded, rising from both their throats. She was given merely seconds before he snapped forward again, leaving her trembling, and yet more than content with his roughness.      Moans and whimpers were not muffled, her fright for others to hear them non-existent. The cold was long forgotten, their movements harsh, desperate perhaps even. For how long had she denied him these pleasures when they first set foot on blackened sands, her annoyance more than enough to even scare the trickster himself away from their bed. Slowly time had softened both her heart and touch, for Loki knew that acceptance needed his patience. She was scared, misery having lingered in the back of her dark orbs for so long that even her children started to notice the friction between their parents.      But thankfully that was in the past– a time not to be reminiscent of.      Her head rolled back, eyes closed, but it was not darkness she was met with. Pleasure claimed her, a loud, wanton moan falling from swollen lips, enough for her sex to tighten around him, a wordless plea to ask him to follow.

     ❝ Gut er ein, Gut er frithr. ❞

                                      ❝ That’s right...they are my children, and so they will be fine for a while longer. ❞  Her soft fingers silenced him as she grazed his scars between long breathless kisses. Loki growled with satisfaction as he pulled his wife from the wall, still buried inside her as laid her back against a pile of clean bedding. Spreading her legs further to admire the sight of her tiny blonde cunt taking nearly every inch of him.   ❝ Helga –– ❞      Towering over her, the trickster bent to drag his long tongue over her chest, taking her nipple between his teeth. Bright eyes rolling back as she screamed, that sweet sound of pain and pleasure like a song on her lips. Kissing her hard, Helga fell silent as she claimed him with her mouth and nails holding his great arms in place at her sides. Loki thrusts were growing faster, feeling the fire in his stomach swelling and the heat of her body begging to drain him of his tension. 

                                        ❝ I have always been with you, Loki. You have never been two different people, ❞  she reminded him in a low whisper, her pace a little impatient before both found themselves a hiding spot in the small chamber.  ❝ You are you, and I have always cared and loved you with all my being. To say you are different than you were before this is a blatant lie, for in my eyes you have never changed. ❞  To her and his family he had always remained the same man she’d bumped into in earl Haraldson’s hall; mysterious, eccentric, and perhaps slightly distant, but what has been in his heart had been obvious to her back then. There was kindness, and those who would look closely could see it in his stare; his blues sparking even within the dark of night what now surrounded them. People were blind, and for a long while she had been as well, even with the truth always having been right in front of her.

     ❝ And are you worried now then — apart from for the future of your children? ❞  A thing truly understandable to worry about, yet to see their laughing faces every morning, to even hear their chattering when they are amongst others on these new lands took away a lot of that worry – well, it did for her at least. They were happy, and healthy, and to the small herbalist it had become the most important thing in her life to see her family content, away from all misery that awaited them across the seas.  ❝ — don’t make me worry now as well. There is no reason for us to do so. ❞  a soft gasp was stifled as she felt the cold air seeping through the many cracks in the wall hit bare skin, the top of her dress pooling at her hips, breasts revealed without any protest. Sorrowful thoughts would not ruin the moment now, jest and desire evident when lips locked, bony hands wandering just enough to let nails scratch the many scars littering the God’s back.  ❝ Let’s not make them wait for too long however — ❞

                                       ❝ I am a father...a husband...of course I worry. ❞ Helga had come to learn, despite the stories about his betrayals and lies, Loki loved his children more than anything in nine realms. Lust had brought the little blonde home, after dark eyes had captured his attentions but it was love that had kept her there. Fingers laced when dawn came, he had asked her to stay, and Helga had been good enough to do so. ❝ I will always be that man... this God, nothing less... ❞ Hands squeezing the soft skin where Helga’s soft behind met her thighs, Loki lifted her against the wall. One leg wrapping tightly around his waist, she claimed what was hers. In this new land, and in all lands, Loki belonged to her and her alone. 

      ❝ They can have you back when I am good and finished with you... ❞   His teeth sank into the pale flesh of her neck, feeling the taste of her skin bruising on his tongue. Muffled whimpers against his shoulders, Helga gave in to his greedy touch. His still swelling cock, slipping between the soft slit of her sex, hips thrusting as the heat burned between them. Loki growled as she rocked her hips, demanding his submission to her desires. Slipping inside of her, her tight cunt enveloping him and trapping him as his eyes burned bright and ferociously.