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"Would you mind?" She had turned her back to Skurge and brushed her long blonde locks over her shoulder, revealing the lacing holding her into her bodice. Now she could have just undone it with magic, but for the moment she was keeping him close. Maybe it was because she was cruel. But more likely, it was that she was desperate. Six centuries without contact or affection had certainly taken it’s toll and she was going to take what she could get. 

[ ℰxecutioner ] ;; ——-                "I meant no offense. I was merely describing the                 state of your clothes, not your form itself." He'd stepped away from her by then, but her request made him raise his eyebrows in surprise. He'd be lying if he said that her request didn't make his heart pound, and his fingers shook a little as he helped unlace the corset that she was wearing. Every now and then his fingertips brushed the soft skin beneath, and he drew a sharp breath.  Before long the corset was loose enough for her to slip out of, and he retreated once more, turning his back to her to give her some semblance of privacy. As he did so, he turned his hands up to study his fingers; he could still feel how her skin felt, and it was a nice, comforting feeling.         "Should the garments prove to be ill-fitting, I shall have         the attendants make the necessary adjustments." 

Hush Skurge!  And hold me!  Kiss me as though you’ll never let me go!

"Ah, no. Not really. I just like exploring on my own when Lo— when he’s not bossing me around. There’s no place like this on earth, not really."

[ ℰxecutioner ] ;; ——-             "It is indeed a wonder you haven't been questioned by              the guards yet."  He glanced back at the direction where the guards had disappeared to, before focusing his attention on her. She was smaller than most Aesir women, but then again, his father's Jotun heritage had given him a rather impressive height. He was a few inches taller than Loki and as muscular as the thunderer, and while many believed him to be a mere brute, he had the militaristic mind of a strategist. He just liked spending his time drinking with Thor or admiring the beauty of Asgard. All while trying to forget a certain Enchantress who now was imprisoned in the bowels of the Asgardian dungeons.                                 "Then you've seen the Eruvian Fields, I assume.                                  If not, then I suggest that you do."

[ ℰxecutioner ] ;; ——-             "I'm part of the Marines. I don't think there are any              pirates left nowadays. Hey, I don't think I caught              your name."

❝ I do not hope that is not a threat in disguise. ❞

[ ℰxecutioner ] ;; ——-         "You are a master of lies, trickster. Do I look like one           who seeks to threaten a King? Nay, I am here to            offer you my services." 

"I apologize. But he came to me as Loki, and I only see him as Loki." Then again, if others happened to be around, he ignored her. Which did the trick of making her ignore him, which may have been what he wanted. "Perhaps his illusions don’t work on me. But I’ll heed your warning for the future."

                "Were you looking for something? Or someone?"

[ ℰxecutioner ] ;; ——- What response he might have had was interrupted by a loud burp, one that made him pause, his cheeks flaming. But still, he took it all in stride and grabbed another pint, downing half of it before the other could react.                                      "I fear you are wrong, my prince!" A loud thunk punctuated his sentence as he simply grinned at the other.                                         "Another!"  The competition would last well into the night, he knew, but even the idea of going to battle didn't deter him one notch. 

[ ℰxecutioner ] ;; ——-           "Still canned. I prefer something fresh when I'm not             at sea. Now a McGriddle...damn I missed those            fuckers."

Plopping down in a chair she let out an exhausted sigh, bringing a hand up to rub her temple gently. Waiting for her companion to return.

He'd brought in a few flowy dresses, all in different shades of green. Things he'd gotten for her over the years, more out of sentiment than anything else. Skurge set these down on the bed close to her, before retreating a few paces to maintain a respectful distance from her.                   "I expect you to wish to change from such garments.                   Those still reek of the dungeons."  He turned from her, intending to draw her a hot bath as well. The windows rattled every now and then, as a few persistent souls shook the panes in an attempt to get in; Hela's magic being the one thing keeping the spirits from entering.

"Kind of. He’s helping me with my magic. I find stuff for him."

[ ℰxecutioner ] ;; ——-               "Know? Should that not be knew?" Had he been anyone else, the trickster's deception would have been revealed. But Skurge was one of Loki's allies, and as such was one of the very few privy to his secret.  "Take care to keep what illusions he has kept; most  believe him to be dead. I fear he would not take too  kindly to having his plans interrupted by a woman,  even one such as you."

"Ah, no! It’s my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going." Indeed, there were just so many interesting things to look at. Especially when Loki wasn’t breathing down her neck to practice her magic. She had to tilt her head back, fat back, to look up at him. 

[ ℰxecutioner ] ;; ——-           "That does not excuse my actions." He paused, trying to figure out if she was Aesir or not. His height was something he inherited from his Frost Giant father, while his drinking habit was from his Asgardian grandfather. A blend of Jotun-Aesir, he'd easily been targeted as an enemy at first, but after his prowess in battle proved them all wrong, he became a member of the elite Einherjar.                              "Pardon my boldness, but I have not seen you here before.                               Why do you wander the All-Father's halls?"