#d: firstfound

              they’d become used to the grandmaster peeking inside their head. that en dwi would know some things before the god was even aware that he’d looked for them. 

              in this case, their birthday.

              something that hadn’t been celebrated in years. he hadn’t had the time, the chance ... or the reason. 

              so being pulled aside by the grandmaster, having a box shoved into their hands? that he wasn’t quite used to. he hadn’t gotten a gift since lady frigga had given him those books -- there was no time to think of that. not when a kiss was pressed to their head and an expectant gaze fell upon them. open the box.

              and so they did. taking the dagger from the box and turning it over in their hand. it was heavy, a weight to it that felt comfortable. familiar. something akin to a bedtime story long since forgotten, but the memory of it being told found comfort. 

              asgard. what remained of it, at least. the whole of asgard’s history ... of the ground loki spent his young life on -- it now was in the palm of his hand. 

❝ grandmaster … ❞

              they didn’t understand. how did this man always make them so entirely speechless. 

❝ it’s beautiful. ❞

            there was no reason behind the change in her appearance, and for once in her very long life someone didn’t ask. she didn’t have to explain herself, her motives. how it didn’t matter because at the end of the day she was loki all the same. gender was just as irrelevent as the winter at her core -- she was loki none-the-less.

            perhaps when you lived as long as the elder had it was just as obvious that it didn’t matter in the end. and she would take it, though, knowing that a passing compliment on her makeup would be the easiest interaction of the day. especially amongst the other scrappers.

            it wasn’t until later that night when she saw him again, arms wrapped around her shorter form. he was already tall comparatively and now? he seemed to tower over her.

❝ ... fashionably late as always, aren’t we, my friend? ❞

              she asked, raising an eyebrows in his direction before offering the glass. if he was offering, she couldn’t possibly pass it up? and the jealous gaze from the grandmaster’s other subjects only set her stomach twisting in the best ways. let them watch, let them be jealous. she’d revel in the attention all the same.

ok let’s get one thing straight i fucked you

Yes for me and me only

smorches his face.

             he’d come from his own room, surprised to see the elder there. as if he were about to knock on his door -- how strange. it wasn’t like him to come down here on his own accord. after all this was the scrappers’ quarters, not some place for the ruler of a planet himself.  

             and he certainly hadn’t expected the other to guide him back into his own room, the door sliding shut after them before he tilted his chin upwards. as if expecting the quickly faded bruises and scratches. it wasn’t a big deal, he was a warrior. raised to fight , bred for war -- being a scrapper came easily to him.

❝ … grandmaster, there’s really no reason to look so concerne -- ❞

lolo no