N O R S E / H O R S E

Ind., selective, myth based. The stallion of Múspellsheimr who fathered Sleipnir, Odin's eight legged steed. -written by Saturn

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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.

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                                S E R P E N T  ∞  R U L E S

🐍 ind., selective 🐍 Jörmungandr, from norse myth 🐍 written by saturn 🐍 est. aug. ‘18

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Send “We’re married.” for my muse to wake up in a future or alternate reality where our muses are married.

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                                S E R P E N T  ∞  R U L E S

🐍 ind., selective 🐍 Jörmungandr, from norse myth 🐍 written by saturn 🐍 est. aug. ‘18

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“Morning After” starters

as requested by anon. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !

Sexy

“Feel like another round?”

“You were great last night…”

“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”

“My clothes look better on you than they do on me.”

“I had no idea you were into that stuff…I’m glad I found out.”

“We didn’t even get to use the toys last night.”

“You should play with my hair some more…”

“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”

“That was a workout.”

“I don’t know your name. But you can share it with me, so I know what to scream this time.”

“The fun doesn’t have to end.”

“I think I can convince you to stay…”

“Don’t pretend like you’re asleep. Should I find a way to wake you up?~”

“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”

“I love your bedhead.”

Awkward

“Oh no…what did we do?”

“Hi! You need to leave.”

“I’m sorry…who are you?”

“Ugh…I drank so much.”

“I can’t believe I did this again.” / “I can’t believe we did this again.”

“Where are your clothes?”

“…I’m sore in such weird places.”

“Hey, sorry! I’m gonna go. Right now.”

“You didn’t seem like you were having such a bad time last night.”

“Someone’s coming. Is that your mom/partner/spouse/etc.?”

“I think this was a mistake.”

“*trying to sneak out while half-dressed*”

“Your foot is in my face.”

“Did we use protection?”

“*sees ___ and screams*”

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"Oh lighten up, oh horse of horses. You're a horse, so enjoy the pleasures of the wild. I am the god of wine, and the only reason you know what is becoming is because there are unbecoming things. Which make life liveable. So let's drink and enjoy ourselves, for prides not worth much happiness anyway."

“P R I D E may be all I have.” the stallion retorts bitterly, eyeing the self-professed god of wine with a mixture of caution and mild wonder. still, he notes that the other has a way of making a mood and an atmosphere lighten with the musical ring of his voice and solar presence; a merry-maker, for sure. the forest takes to him already, trees discreetly opening up to his passage, animals untroubled by his presence. “all those who claim to be gods around here are asgardian, and yet you do not seem one of them. where do you hail from, wine-drinker?”  

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@techmagiclightxnshieldedsoldier from x.

“as wonderful as that sounds, my beloved, it isn’t that simple. I feel like you are running from something, and no matter where you settle you will take that uneasiness with you.” a calloused thumb tenderly stroked over loki’s slender fingers, the look on the prince’s face bringing a measure of sadness to the former stallion’s noble heart and rugged visage. he held the striking emerald gaze, a mixture of adoration and concern in his own. he’d felt the same, anguished restlessness, until he’d finally found the god of mischief. “--take it from someone who knows what it is like to be an unlucky traveller.”

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"What is the taste of absolute freedom like? Surely you have had it before, running wild, amongst the hills and lands as your own with nothing to worry of."

the question takes the finest of stallions by surprise; he raises his great head from the stable he’s confined to and rests it against the door, his burning vermillion eyes watchful as the kind innkeeper approaches him, carrying what he hopes is a sack of apples. she always takes special care of the draft horses in odin’s stables, especially its crown jewel - a father’s P R I D E, a tyrant’s slave: sleipnir. his son is ever denied to him, cruelly hidden from his sight on the other end of the complex.“I don’t remember much.” the son of múspell answers in a cavernous tone, voice rusty with lack of usage, his accent thick and difficult to place. it is not entirely in earnest; svaðilfari does remember what freedom tastes like, but it is a memory that fades with every passing year he spends in captivity, like watching the world from behind a frosted pane of glass, of hearing music muffled through cotton wool. “–but I do remember everything meant something. even the breeze in my mane, the grass beneath my hooves, the dust I raised, the rain on my hide.” now fetters, lashings and tireless work numbed every sensation.

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❝ What have you brought today? Tell me. ❞

Thor: Ragnarok Starters - accepting.

“devil’s kiss and enchanter’s nightshade from midgard, as requested.”the deep, rumbling voice came from the magnificent stallion as he stepped into the dilapidated hut they usually met in, concealed by a dark stretch of looming forests. the tree trunks were gnarled and their branches twisted like grieving supplicants, the woods nestled around the base of the jagged mountain like ominous clouds. it was a place where nature triumphed, and seldom did wanderers dare to enter; perfect for those practitioners of the arcane arts who wished for peace and perfect isolation in the cover of darkness. being able to travel across realms meant that svaðilfari could easily and discreetly retrieve any object or material the seiðmaðr required for their craft. the stallion craned his long head, revealing a bundle of herbs between his teeth. 

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“Plastic isn’t food.”

he’s learnt that the hard way, still spitting out fragments of the horrible material and his dignity.“--why would they fashion it in the shape of food items?!” he retorts indignantly, feeling quite foolish, and it shows as a light shade of embarrassment colours his cheeks.

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"Well everyone seems to drink heavily in your culture, so why not horses? It's no less absurd than anything else. Besides, you breathe fire, so at the very least it'd make an amusing fireball."

“--I can’t say I’ve ever had more than a tankard of mead mixed into my water bucket, back when I had a master.” svaðilfari admits, pawing the ground impatiently, and gives an indignant snort at the suggestion; “I will not be a show horse for the amusement of base creatures. I have witnessed bipeds driven into all manner of unbecoming things when intoxicated, and it would take far more than what they consume for a horse to feel anything like that.”

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@ophdian from x.

“ ... unsightly.” he breathed out, his voice soft and unnaturally cold, the sound barely above a whisper; the lord of shadow’s ashen visage was bathed in the flickering glow of candlelight, deep shadows nestling between his gaunt features. his head bowed slightly as if in imitation of a headache, unflinching as the fledgling rode his unbecoming temper and embarked upon a theatrical tirade. torrents met oceans of thoughts in his ancient mind, memories crested like waves upon the rough surface. some part of those words resonated in a remote corner, and he was reminded of his own blind descent into H E L L. of his cursed son. and what of his own ashes? “--you must become accustomed to it, child. for the taste will never subside, and the more righteous the rage, the more it consumes you.” their kind didn’t need anything else along with their cursed hunger to eternally gnaw at their insides.

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“Run away with me.” (Loki)

Forbidden Love starters - accepting.

“loki …” the words take him by surprise, and the plea gives him pause; but the fire of his own heart’s desire compels him to ponder on it, and he moves to take the god of mischief’s slender hands in his own. they’re smooth and soft, in contrast with his own coarse and calloused by labour. the eldjotunn smiles wanly, a touch of incredulity in his eyes.

“you’re a prince. would you run away from all of this?”

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                                   STALLION ♞ R U L E S

♞  ind., selective  ♞ Svaðilfari, from norse myth  ♞ written by saturn  ♞ est. aug. ‘18  ♞ promo by sea

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“So... you’re a horse... how’s that going for you?”

“–better than being a biped and persecuted by odin.” he snorts indignantly at loki’s brood, nostrils brimming with flame as they flare.

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❝ Come on. You love it. ❞

Thor: Ragnarok Starters - accepting.

“I … don’t dislike it” he admits gruffly, giving into the skilled tiny hands that gently tug at the matted strands; “–but love is a strong word for having my mane touched and unnecessarily embellished.”

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;; blows kisses at

“ugh, do you not have anything better to do than torment me? I always preferred your brother baldr anyway.”