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hraunwyfâ:
the kiss, she treasures, as needy for his affection as ever she has been and just a little less physically receptive to it, through no fault of her own, but still. a faint pink graces her cheeks, warm and utterly for him.
âi should begin sitting the throne with you,â she says, knowing full well sheâs neglected her duties in that respect, never attending court or meetings and indulging her own fancies which victorâs been all too happy to allow. but she is queen; itâs time to take that more seriously. âi can spin something up to wear today. weâll make a good show of it.â
âI will love to see you there, on a throne beside me. For the first time, our people will see us united, King and Queen, and for that moment to be the announcing of an heir? It will all people will talk about for months to come.â
He chuckled, his hand moving to rub her stomach again. âYouâve made me the happiest man in all the multiverse.â
hraunwyfâ:
âit could never be a secret from the one person i donât want to know. thereâs no use in trying to hide it.â the looming fear, her fatherâbut victor has already sworn to protect her, and loki is one of precious few people who know what power he truly has. if she couldnât trust him to keep her safe, she never would have been here, his wife, the mother of his child.
but not only that. something more important, too, she feels, sitting up again, green gaze serious upon his face, hands securely within his. âthe people of latveria need to know that the lineage of their king is secure. they need to know that ourâour familyâwill be here to defend them. i amâŚâ
she takes a moment to breathe, looking down between them to their clasped hands momentarily before her jaw seems to set with some resolve. fierce, her eyes when she lifts her chin proudly. âi am the queen of latveria. the child i carry will safeguard our country, our people one day. these are glad tidings. we should make an announcement straight away.â
The smile that lit his face was like the sun coming up over the peaks, bright and warm. He leaned in again and turned her face, giving her a kiss, soft but passionate.Â
Victor pulled away and leaned his less scarred cheek against her shoulder.Â
âYou have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that. And yes, you are right, our people need to know that they will be safe, even when we are gone. They need that knowledge, that security.â
hraunwyfâ:
her eyes narrow briefly in thought, but loki finds it easy enough to concede the fact that any tailor victor trusts enough to be his personal tailor is probably quite good, and has a fair shot at not leaving her looking like some small, frumpy balloon.
loki pulls her other leg up from the floor to the bed, shifts herself a little closer to victor til she can put her head on his shoulder, run a few light kisses over his collarbone. âi suppose you ought to make an announcement soon, hm? an heir on the way. canât keep it hushed up forever, not with me showing like this. the little wannabe nobles and diplomats have already been talking. i do hear things.â
âYes, a declaration will need to be made soon. But if you wish to keep things secret, that can be arranged. Youâd have to not make public appearances with me for a while, but it is doable.â
He leaned to kiss her neck, and hummed against her skin. âBut as long as you wish to stay in the public eye with me, yes, we will need to announce it.â
hraunwyfâ:
as he sits up, loki comes down, a knee on the bed and considerably more time to lower herself than is typical. itâs been a long time since sheâs done this, felt this; how very lucky she is to be with victor, or else none of it would be safe, either.
loki lets him kiss her fingers, smiling softly at him, waiting til heâs finished to guide his hand back to her, place it beneath her breasts where the firmer swell of her stomach can be clearly felt. âi got fat,â she says, a note of complaint in her voice which is mostly feigned, but some not. âovernight, i swear. did you notice this happening?â
sheâs certain it has been, but for some reason it feels so sudden. âweâll have to get a seamstress in. a good one. i donât want a single maternity gown that looks like a maternity gown.â
His lips quirked, scar tissue tugging at the corner of his mouth as he smiled. His thumb rubbed slowly over her stomach, where sheâs placed his hand.Â
âYouâre not fat, Loki, youâre just growing another person and that takes space.â Victor hummed and leaned in, kissing her cheek, his free hand pushing back some of her curls.Â
âI will make inquiries as to a seamstress, though my own tailor will want to see what she can do first. She loves a good challenge and âmaternity dresses that do not look like maternity dressesâ surely would be one.â
He scooted closer and wrapped his arms around her, one leg falling onto the floor while the other positioned behind her. âOther than that, though, is there anything else I can get for you, my Queen?â

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maybe, just maybe, today is the day.
loki stands in front of the mirror, not wanting to believe it, and surprisingly having less trouble confronting the reality of the fact that her stomach isnât just chub anymore than she has confronting the fact that her clothes donât fucking fit.
she does, however, have the sneaking suspicion that her husbandâs prepared for this eventuality. early morning before the sun, sheâs awake first to have her glass of cold water to keep the nausea at bay, loose chiffon dressing gown wrapped around herâloki walks slowly back to the bed, puts a hand to victorâs shoulder and doesnât dare shake him, but runs her hand down his arm. âsweetheart. victor.â
He is already awake before her hand even touches him. The moment she moved from bed, heâd been awake, alert even. Such was his nature, the one heâd grown into over years of being branded a villain by lesser men. Assassins in the night could not claim you if you were always prepared.Â
But still, heâd given her her privacy, her moments where she thought him still slumbering, until she turned to wake him. His amber eye cracked open, joining the one without lid, that stared always from the burnt side of his face.Â
He took a breath through his nose and sat up slowly, his hand moving to run fingers through his unruly hair, dark and curled.Â
âYes, love? What is it?â He murmured, taking her hand to kiss the tips of her fingers.Â
guess which bitch got themself some fairy lights and just hung those fuckers up?
its me
@trushalodjiâ said: Victor nearly tossed off his mask as he pulled Piotr down for a kiss, ignoring the stares of the X-Men that surrounded them.
It may not have been a well kept secret, but their relationship for so long consisted of stolen moments, private, hushed. But never ashamed. How could Piotr feel shame for loving someone with his whole heart?
For the moment the world and battles won and lost matters not. The staring glaces are like faded stars in the night sky. His focus caught only by warm lips against his own metallic ones. Piotrâs arms wrapped around Victor. Even as he tried to pull away he couldnât help but dip back to steal a kiss in return. He didnât need air to live, but Victor might as well have been the breath in lungs keeping him alive.
There would be questions later. Some he knew heâd struggle to comply with. Like how the odd pair found each other as lovers instead of enemies. When it all happened. How could Piotr love a known villain. But there would be no shame as he spoke. Not now, not ever.
@acanthectomy:Â âIâm broken, but Iâm still alive!â from Morb
Victor let out a world-weary sigh and hefted the much smaller man further into his arms.Â
âYes, but I would greatly prefer if you would not break. Breaking is something that should be avoided, in the future.â He rolled his eyes and grunted as he moved to put Michael onto a nearby table.Â
âNow, stay still and let me see about those wounds.â
@hraunwyf:Â âIn this world of strangers, I belong to someone.â
Victor stared out the glass doors of his balcony, in his rooms of his castle. Looking out at his country always filled him with awe-- and made him contemplate things.Â
Lokiâs words drifted to him, like leaves on a breeze, and he turned, amber eyes boring into her.Â
âI certainly hope that that someone is me, my dear.â A wry smile tugged his lips as he moved further into the room, a cool mountain wind fluttering his cape and the curtains.Â
âOtherwise, I would have to challenge whomever thought they could steal my wife.â

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@sinnhelmingr:Â â I believed I had a choice âtil the music in your voice turned my whole world around.â
âMy voice?â He asked, said voice rumbling in his chest like thunder. Warm, calloused hands took hers and a smile curved scarred lips.Â
âAnd here I thought it was my rugged good looks and kingly demeanor that brought you to my side.â A laugh poured from him like a rockslide, and he pulled Hel closer. âThough I suppose my voice is the first thing one would notice, considering everything else. Iâve heard that my eyes are also quite striking.â
below are select lyrics from Frank Wildhorn & Nan Knightonâs THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL, a musical adaption of the book of the same name. feel free to change pronouns as needed.
I give you the judgement of God!
The world may be ugly but each man must do what he must!
In a year you will be pretty dust!
I trust you will be there to find me.
I place my faith in you.
In the darkness, please defend me.
Open your eyes to this one bright moment embracing us.
You have one life, let it be gay.
Shouldnât one do as oneâs told to?
Darlings, life is such romance.
No one need give you permission!
Life is too short to be guarded!
No, stay ⌠I donât care what youâve said or done.
Come back and be the woman who I knew.
Help me to believe in you!
How could you let me love like this?
Iâm broken, but Iâm still alive!
Let us ride home again with a story to tell!
You can tremble, you can fear it, but keep your fighting spirit alive.
I wasnât born to walk on water.
a man grows older but his soul remains alive.
Let my heart grow colder and as bitter as a falcon in the dive.
There was a dream - I donât rememberâŚ
Here in hell, the blood runs deeper.
When I look at you what I always see is the face of someone else who once belonged to me.
Even though that melody plays on, heâs gone.
Why do you smile his smile?
If you could look at me once more, with all the love you felt before â
When I look at you, he is touching me.
I would reach for him, but who can hold a memory?
You changed and now I donât know who you are.
Could it be that I never really knew you from the start?
Even a memory is paradise for all the fools like meâŚ
Indeed, and Iâm the queen of Spain!
Iâm sure Iâd fall in love if he would cross my path!
And I hear he carries several ⌠Whips âŚ
Whereâs the girl with the blaze in her eyes?
Now and then I still dream sheâs beside me.
Whereâs the girl who could turn on the edge of a knife?
She and I took this world like a storm!
Bring your renegade heart home to me.
Donât forget I know who you are.
We had dreams that were worth dying for.
A manâs duty is to wield the sword!
A manâs duty is to uphold the banner of beauty!
Each species needs a sex thatâs fated to be highly decorated.
Life is cold, and the game is old.
Betray him first, and the gameâs reversed!
Can I trust you? Should you trust me, too?
Through the mist, your lover is beckoning.
Year by year, weâre falling like stars.
Can I run to you? Are you true to me?
Iâll do unto you as you do to me!
Every Judas once loved a Jesus.
Only fools follow golden rules.
We all are caught in the middle of one long treacherous riddle.
Is he in heaven or is he in hell?
The ladies seek him everywhere!
I hear the words you want to say.
Come meet my eyes one moment more.
Donât turn away â itâs only love.
We canât go back to where we were.
Donât be afraid to feel tonight.
Open your heart and show me.
In a spill of moonlight she was there.
When she whispered through the dark, I tried hard to hold my ground.
I believed I had a choice âtil the music in your voice turned my whole world around.
She slipped beneath my skin, just as if sheâd always been right there!
Listen to me, I have beautiful dreams I can spin you.
Iâll sing you stories of lovers whose love used to fill me.
In my dreams such beautiful lovers have found me.
Is it only in dreams that we find our ideal love?
If you canât be sweet as you seem Iâd rather dream!
Come and wake me! Come be the love I can hold now!
Show me the way to stop dreaming!
Love me now!
We are all of us bruised and alone.
Now we both will have nothing to hold!
There is a child inside my heart tonight.
You are the one who reaches through the dark.
You are my peace. You are my prayer.
You are my home.
In this world of strangers, I belong to someone.
Others may leave, but you will still be there.
When I am lost, you are my light.
You are the love that never dies.
I will not walk away from you!
@acanthectomy:Â His desk is laden with gifts, three packages neatly wrapped and distributed along the wooden surface. One is in crisp silver paper, the other a sea blue box, and the last wrapped in butchers paper with an 'i tried ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ' scrawled on its surface. Valeria and Kamar stand proudly before him, ready to offer their warm wishes, before Mia leaps onto Kamar's back, blaring dual airhorns with a cry of "Happy Dadmas, Uncle V!" The other two seem quite taken aback by their comrade's enthusiasm.
Victor was smiling-- until Mia blasted the air horns. He winced at the sound and shook his head a bit. Once the noise ceased, he cleared his throat.Â
âThank you, all three of you. Valeria, Kamar....Mia.â His brown eyes traced over each one in turn, lingering on the last of the group.Â
âYou really didnât have to get me anything, but I am very pleased that you did. It touches my heart that you all think of me in such a way.â He reached for one of the presents, weighing it in his hands.
âSuppose I should open these now, hm?â
sinnhelmingrâ:
Victor took her hand and brushed his lips over her knuckles, then moved to her cheek, letting them rest there before making the final trip to her mouth, soft as petals. âHello, love.â // @trushalodjiâ
âTease,â she murmurs against his mouth, grinning into every touch. Her fingers trail through curls, brow resting against his. She stares into amber eyes, releasing tension she had been ignorant to. His magic is like this: It unmakes her, presses her into a kinder shape.
It is a potent magic. He bewitches her by sight alone, strengthens the spell with every touch. When Victor speaks, she is lost. In the grips of his love, she hopes never to be found. Weightless and adoring, she is content to simply be. His magic is dangerous like that. Contentment suits neither of them, however well-earned it might be.
Kissing the marred corner of his mouth, she presses a little spell of her own into him â ever the coquette, everything he stands accused of being. Her dark lashes brush against scarred flesh, gentle as a ghost.Â
âTalk to me,â the queen says, and somehow it is not an order. âWhere have you been without me?â
He let out a sigh and shrugged, an arm wrapping around her waist to draw her in. She was so small, so thin, compared to him. A wisp of a thing. If she hadnât proven time and time again that she could and would lift him with ease, one might think her weak. Frail, even.
âMeetings. Many, many meetings. Most of which amounted to nothing, as America is a train wreck constantly. But I did get to see Valeria during my trip to New York and she was very happy about that. Asked when next she could visit me and âAuntie Helâ.â
He smiled and kissed her cheek again, lips pressed to her bad side as sheâd kissed his.
âI told her Iâd have to ask you, because I make no decisions without your approval.â
you're straight?
oh fuck no, god forbid

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ablantianâ:
âDo you think I need your approval?â
âNo, you do not. But that doesnât mean that I cannot disapprove.â
hraunwyfâ:
she quiets, somewhat. remarkable that she manages to, but what he says offers some small bit of comfort. to raise a child is a privilege loki has never had before, yet victor offers it to her like it is indomitable truth, and if she canât truly place all her faith in what he can do, then she can trust that he will fight to his last breath to tryâand let guilt consume her that he might have to.
âi hope i give you a son,â she whispers, tucking her head down against him and snaking her arms around his waist. maybe itâs too high a goal to aspire to; maybe she dreams of something she cannot have. âi hope i do right by you and this country.â
âIt wonât matter to me, son or otherwise. You already do right by me, and my country, just by being my wife and my partner in all things.â
He let out a deep breath and kissed the top of her head. âI love you and I love our child, and that will never change.â