We're married.
Send “We’re married.” for my muse to wake up in a future or alternate reality where our muses are married - accepting.
when he comes to, everything feels unfamiliar. his body, the soft bed he’s lying on, the feeling of a companion draped against his muscled side, bare skin to skin, absorbing the former stallion’s fierce warmth; cold fingers idly tracing the plateau of his chest, and eyes like toxic emeralds staring down at him intensely.wait, married?“–wh–what manner of S O R C E R Y is this, loki?” dark brows deepen in a questioning knot as he growls, voice still pasty with slumber. it isn’t the first time they have come together in coupling, or that loki has used his seiðr to to break the curse that binds the eldjötunn to the form of a great stallion; svaðilfari however certainly does not remember submitting to any ceremony resulting in wedlock to the untrustworthy trickster.
