Asgard&#x27;s Young Wolf God

#kingxfmischief #outofscreams

[I feel like this would be near enough to asking Fenrir why he's so shy to try and flirt with anyone on here despite having been a muse of mine for six years now. I almost think the muse doesn't know how to flirt.]

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UNCOMFORTABLE ANON TIME

Send in anons to make my muse extremely uncomfortable, anon or not! Make them flustered! Make them blush! Make them nervous!

#no one has the guts to do so

7am = Bed time

#outofscreams #ugh so tired #night

"Brother.... it has been a rather long time, hasn't it?"

"Indeed, where have you been?"

Gazing towards the sky as light started to break out over the lining of trees the wolf did nothing more than chuckle. He had stayed up all night again; something he really shouldn’t be doing. In the past two weeks he had maybe slept fifteen to twenty hours total. The mortals would call it sleep deprivation by this point and he was truly starting to feel the effects of such a thing. “Yes, perhaps tomorrow would be best. For now slumber is required though.”

"Farewell then brother," He turned and waved teasingly, "I have a party to get to anyway and the puppy does need his rest," Jor knew he should not antagonize his brother, but sometimes it is just too fun.

Growling lightly at being called a puppy he did nothing more than shove his hands into his skinny jeans and scamper off. "Yeah yeah, I'll see you later. Be safe so I don't have to rip someone's bones out of their pathetic skin."

"Brother.... it has been a rather long time, hasn't it?"

"Indeed, where have you been?"

Feeling his own ears perk up his cheeks flushed lightly from the sudden question of such specifics. “Does it truly matter? Though I must say I am unsure of the darker ones. Malekith was most definitely not attractive. I do not believe his kind would be either.” Raising a hand he rubbed at the back of his head while thinking of the other. “Can we maybe find one in between?” He wasn’t sure if he should admit he might actually like falling into the switch position.

"As you desire," He grinned, "We can go tomorrow and take care of your delicate problem," He moved to look away, walking in a loose circle around his brother, "Who knows, maybe I can have some fun as well."

Gazing towards the sky as light started to break out over the lining of trees the wolf did nothing more than chuckle. He had stayed up all night again; something he really shouldn't be doing. In the past two weeks he had maybe slept fifteen to twenty hours total. The mortals would call it sleep deprivation by this point and he was truly starting to feel the effects of such a thing. "Yes, perhaps tomorrow would be best. For now slumber is required though."

"Brother.... it has been a rather long time, hasn't it?"

"Indeed, where have you been?"

Hearing such an explanation the wolves eyes seemed to flare with an undeniable gleam of anger to them and yet while he bared his fangs and slowly curled his hands into fists he tried to ignore the sudden urge to find out who had caused such things to his little brother. Glancing away for a moment he ground his teeth together while trying to cap his anger. If he didn’t things would go down hill quickly and he knew that wouldn’t be good. “…” Releasing the breath that had hitched in his throat suddenly he let it escape. “I would prefer an elf, for some reason. But it’s not strictly needed. I’m not into woman though; tis the biggest necessity.”

"We can make a trip to Alfheim, they are very… wild in the sack," He chuckled before pausing, "Unless of course you prefer the dark ones, then Svartalfheim," Jor grinned, "Anything besides male? Like them big and muscular to bend you over and take you raw, or some delicate flower to seduce with your boyish charms?"

Feeling his own ears perk up his cheeks flushed lightly from the sudden question of such specifics. "Does it truly matter? Though I must say I am unsure of the darker ones. Malekith was most definitely not attractive. I do not believe his kind would be either." Raising a hand he rubbed at the back of his head while thinking of the other. "Can we maybe find one in between?" He wasn't sure if he should admit he might actually like falling into the switch position.

"Brother.... it has been a rather long time, hasn't it?"

"Indeed, where have you been?"

Thinking for a moment he pressed his lips into a very thin line; similar to how their father often did. Finally shaking his head he snorted softly. “I am beyond the point of caring as to if it’s something special or not. I suppose that I could be less picky. Though I would have my preferences but I can put them aside for the time being; if I must.”

"Excellent, then this will be considerably easier," He clapped his hands and smiled, "Besides ‘special’ is so overrated, you get special and a few days later he is beating your face in, skinning your scales of and breaking your heart and you have no idea which hurts more… so… what do you desire?"

Hearing such an explanation the wolves eyes seemed to flare with an undeniable gleam of anger to them and yet while he bared his fangs and slowly curled his hands into fists he tried to ignore the sudden urge to find out who had caused such things to his little brother. Glancing away for a moment he ground his teeth together while trying to cap his anger. If he didn't things would go down hill quickly and he knew that wouldn't be good. "..." Releasing the breath that had hitched in his throat suddenly he let it escape. "I would prefer an elf, for some reason. But it's not strictly needed. I'm not into woman though; tis the biggest necessity."

"Brother.... it has been a rather long time, hasn't it?"

"Indeed, where have you been?"

"Feh! It’s not my fault these fools are so afraid of approaching me for such treats." Crossing his arms a bit he gazed up at the sky instead of making direct eye contact. Of course this probably did the opposite of what he wanted to achieve. The truth was that Fenrir didn’t know how to approach someone when he wanted to do such. Sure, he could be blunt about it but for some reason he was worried of how creatures would label him over such things. It almost seemed like a pathetic mortals view point but he had been spending a lot of time around them and he hated it but it almost seemed to be grating on his mind now. "I doubt daddy would answer anyways.”

"Then we could hire someone?" He teased and shook his head, "No, I am certain there are plenty that would willingly give themselves to a prince if you are not picky about it being ‘special’… maybe we should look there and take care of your problem."

Thinking for a moment he pressed his lips into a very thin line; similar to how their father often did. Finally shaking his head he snorted softly. "I am beyond the point of caring as to if it's something special or not. I suppose that I could be less picky. Though I would have my preferences but I can put them aside for the time being; if I must."

"Brother.... it has been a rather long time, hasn't it?"

"Indeed, where have you been?"

"I’ve still yet to be able to have such…physical…connections." Shrugging his shoulders a bit he sighed. The ears on either side of his head pinned back against his cranium despite his current form. For how old he was it was odd to still be so pure to such a thing. "Though I do understand your view of not wanting to know or go there again. I suppose I just want to fill my time with ruling to relieve it of lack of other things."

"How can you rule if you are still so naive brother? They will walk all over you," He was actually concerned now, "Blood is not enough to claim a throne whatever you may believe, you need to have knowledge, power, poise, wisdom, you need to know the worlds," Jor shook his head, "Not just if you don’t listen I will call for my Daddy."

"Feh! It's not my fault these fools are so afraid of approaching me for such treats." Crossing his arms a bit he gazed up at the sky instead of making direct eye contact. Of course this probably did the opposite of what he wanted to achieve. The truth was that Fenrir didn't know how to approach someone when he wanted to do such. Sure, he could be blunt about it but for some reason he was worried of how creatures would label him over such things. It almost seemed like a pathetic mortals view point but he had been spending a lot of time around them and he hated it but it almost seemed to be grating on his mind now. "I doubt daddy would answer anyways."

"Brother.... it has been a rather long time, hasn't it?"

"Indeed, where have you been?"

"To rule Jotunheim." Shrugging a bit the wolf smirked lazily as he glanced to the side. Both of the teens emerald hues seemed to glisten and shimmer with mischief and yet a true sense of desire to rule over such a realm for unknown reasons. "We can’t really be accepted in Asgard. With Midgard, well, things get boring fast. We are the natural heirs of Jotunheim, we were born there and at the moment there is no ruler upon that realm. With father ruling over Asgard as of the moment. Why not try and take the helm of the other plane?" Looks to his little brother. "It’s my birth right if you think about it." He had a point, he was the oldest after all.

"I have no desire to ever see or know Jotunheim again, Fenris," He chewed on his tongue for a moment before shrugging, "I suppose it is your birthright, and have a good time of it, I prefer to move realm to realm and have a more… physical experience, brother dearest."

#logseims #I thought so #Glad you're still around

"I've still yet to be able to have such...physical...connections." Shrugging his shoulders a bit he sighed. The ears on either side of his head pinned back against his cranium despite his current form. For how old he was it was odd to still be so pure to such a thing. "Though I do understand your view of not wanting to know or go there again. I suppose I just want to fill my time with ruling to relieve it of lack of other things."

"Brother.... it has been a rather long time, hasn't it?"

"Indeed, where have you been?"

"Busy dealing with the mortals of Midgard. Trying to hold my end of the pathetic bargain with uncle. Though trust me, I rather not keep holding it for too much longer. The mortals are rather infuriating regardless of what they have offered me. I may soon approach father and ask for something… more."

"What what exactly is big brother eying? What prize do you desire with your something ‘more’?"

#logseims #did you remake your account love?

"To rule Jotunheim." Shrugging a bit the wolf smirked lazily as he glanced to the side. Both of the teens emerald hues seemed to glisten and shimmer with mischief and yet a true sense of desire to rule over such a realm for unknown reasons. "We can’t really be accepted in Asgard. With Midgard, well, things get boring fast. We are the natural heirs of Jotunheim, we were born there and at the moment there is no ruler upon that realm. With father ruling over Asgard as of the moment. Why not try and take the helm of the other plane?" Looks to his little brother. "It’s my birth right if you think about it." He had a point, he was the oldest after all.

"Brother.... it has been a rather long time, hasn't it?"

"Indeed, where have you been?"

"Busy dealing with the mortals of Midgard. Trying to hold my end of the pathetic bargain with uncle. Though trust me, I rather not keep holding it for too much longer. The mortals are rather infuriating regardless of what they have offered me. I may soon approach father and ask for something... more."