So the time has come, I’ve f i n a l l y decided it’s about time I cleaned some stuff up, got myself organised & basically start f r e s h. However, in order to do that, I will be shifting to a new blog with the same URL & archiving this one.
Having said that I am more than happy to keep some of my current threads & I’ll be contacting a few people with whom I’ve had on-going threads with in regards to that, though for the most part it’ll be a clean slate, but, feel free to message/IM me if you want to continue a thread or plot if I haven’t messaged you.
Once I’m happy with everything on the new blog, I’ll post a link here & this blog will become redundant.
So the time has come, I’ve f i n a l l y decided it’s about time I cleaned some stuff up, got myself organised & basically start f r e s h. However, in order to do that, I will be shifting to a new blog with the same URL & archiving this one.
Having said that I am more than happy to keep some of my current threads & I’ll be contacting a few people with whom I’ve had on-going threads with in regards to that, though for the most part it’ll be a clean slate, but, feel free to message/IM me if you want to continue a thread or plot if I haven’t messaged you.
Once I’m happy with everything on the new blog, I’ll post a link here & this blog will become redundant.
So the time has come, I’ve f i n a l l y decided it’s about time I cleaned some stuff up, got myself organised & basically start f r e s h. However, in order to do that, I will be shifting to a new blog with the same URL & archiving this one.
Having said that I am more than happy to keep some of my current threads & I’ll be contacting a few people with whom I’ve had on-going threads with in regards to that, though for the most part it’ll be a clean slate, but, feel free to message/IM me if you want to continue a thread or plot if I haven’t messaged you.
Once I’m happy with everything on the new blog, I’ll post a link here & this blog will become redundant.
SEND ‘5 TIMES THE LOVE’ FOR A DRABBLE BASED ON FIVE TIMES MY MUSE FELL IN LOVE WITH YOURS
I. It’s the simplest of touches– -a governing hand settled on the small of her back, coaxing her forward, breaching the imagined boundary between them while the other reaches for her own and gracile fingers entwine, enticing a flush of colour in her cheeks like a timid maiden, and her pulse hasten unwittingly.
How ridiculous it were she thought– -that now she should find herself bashful, when mere moments ago she were goading him. Perhaps it were the sphere in which they found themselves that had provoked such a feeling of insecurity; amidst the watchful eyes of Asgard. Nevertheless, it did little to disconcert her partner– -evident from the brazen grin residing upon slender lips.
“Ignore them”
Vague insistence weaves through Loki’s colloquially silken undertones– -and with a slight reluctance Sigyn’s gaze was soon pried from the ring of eyes that encapsulated them, focusing solely upon him as if transfixed; there were something about the depths of those teal hues, their unabashed intensity that were ataractic and saw her effortlessly meld in his hold– -the prefect partner.
A measured rhythm soon fills the void– -and sees to it that the pair traverse the chamber, a true display of union. Yet it were not the notions of their cavorting that had the blonde’s head spinning, nor the wordless earnestness of which they regarded one another as in that moment they were one entity, an extension of the other as chaos and constancy continued to orbit.
Never had she considered– -thought it possible, that she should find herself falling in love with the trickster.
II. In the stillness even the slightest of sounds were emphatic– -although Sigyn were certain that were his intent; nothing the God of Mischief did was without purpose, and it were precisely this trivial knowledge that saw her feign ignorance; for no game were ever fun with but one participant.
Her gaze casted downward, flaxen tresses shielded pallid skin from the sun pouring through the aperture, and slender finger traced the text scrawled upon the tome sat upon a cerise lap.
Waiting…
A moment passed– -and as a shadow shrouded her, ample lips curved in a sophic smile, veiled beneath an impenetrable veil of gold. A low sigh, the slight tick of lithe fingers in a flourish of impatience saw the opus in her lap poached, discarded, and replaced.
There were few whom could claim to see him humbled– -for Loki were a proud creature, and yet, there he was knelt before her; a hand resting atop of her knee and the other extended toward her, fingers curled, concealing something.
“Is this some sort of ploy?”
Light-hearted scepticism– -and question of which did not require an answer, as he had already inadvertently given it, for his conventionally assured countenance bore a softness foreign even to her.
No. It wasn’t.
Without so much as a whisper, gradually lissome fingers unfurled, and there cupped in his palm a singular stem adorned with a cluster of white orchids– -a rare flower, one of which only lived for but a few hours. A symbol not only of love, but beauty and strength.
As she met his gaze it were then Sigyn were reminded – -felt truly assured that what she felt; this strange, albeit mesmeric flood of emotion that threatened to line lapis hues was indeed something more then mere infatuation or intrigue; solidified in singular, and somewhat simplistic gesture.
III. Gingerly she edged herself forward, each step a careful consideration as drew closer to the door– -slightly ajar, a slim line of light seeped through; casting it’s luminance across the opposing wall of the antechamber.
Beyond the door, a low murmuring could be heard, though it’s utterances were not clearly audible Sigyn knew it were a voice of which she’d grown well acquainted; the voice of her husband.
Reaching the egress, the blonde peered through the rift– -her heart seizing for the briefest moment as her weary gaze settled upon the svelte silhouette, hunched, and barely conscious; their son cradled in his arms. An image Sigyn had not thought to find herself privy, and one of which filled her with a swell of emotion; an ardent and unadulterated love as both a mother and as a wife.
IV. Silence– -an odd reticence save for the rhythmic beat of his heart beneath her ear; a leaden melody harmonious with her own. Seldom were such moments; these lulls of order of which she kept a firm grasp, for she knew chaos were a constant between them. A creature of simple taste– -of whom savoured things one might think petty, to have her husband within her arms once more brought great contentment, and yet it were times such as these Sigyn found herself falling in love with him again.
Every gesture– -no matter how small, how trivial it might have been; the way he held her, the way he’d whispered her name, or the way slender digits combed through golden ringlets were an auspice. A reminder of what it were to surrender to the earnest tenures of the heart.
V. & One for Consort AU just ‘cos
Love was not something Sigyn had anticipated, nor had it been something she ever thought she should ever have to admit– -for this arrangement, this marriage was simply that; a settlement, a deal. Their vows had been nothing more than a verbal contract, devoid of any true feeling and their union. Until now she had fought so hard to pretend otherwise.
Alas, the heart was a fickle thing– -difficult to ignore, and even harder to control.
Small, fleeting moments of intimacy; such as the unexpected brush of fingers or a hand at her waist, accompanied by an unforeseen understanding, trivial banter– -finding a shared interest or two, and a comparable wit, all of which had lead to this ironic love.
Yet, it had been a simple affair, a gathering between their Realms, during which Sigyn had first begun to realise– -meant to honour several months of peace between the Vanir and Æsir. For there he stood, engaged in conversation with series of nobles, no trace of contempt or mockery lacing the Prince’s tone as he spoke of his wife with such adoration that she might’ve thought it a lie had she’d not sought to interrupt him.
Loki, though a deft deceiver however, had failed to pretend otherwise– -caught off guard, exposed in a glimmer of vulnerability she’d not encountered before, and it evoked a feeling she’d not considered. Though she’d long since quelled her detestation, and would even go so far as to consider him a friend, Sigyn had dismissed the idea of love, yet caught sight of it in passing silence.
Perhaps what surprised her more were that she thought it almost funny that the notion of loving ones own husband was strange. Alas, there were nothing conventional about the pair…
[SPREADING LOVE]:: This is a reminder about how spectacular and special to the world you truly are. So whenever you feel down, remember that just getting out of bed was a feat that songs could be written about that you are lovelier than the prettiest stars in the sky. So say something nice about yourself, hug something fluffy, and give yourself a thumbs up because great job being you. ❤
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[AHFJGBandbfh;fj jeez I needed this message this week, because it’s been sorta shitty, so, THANK YOU FRIEND! ♥ *sending ALL the love back to you*]
Not only the GODDESS seemed to have savored a few sips too many,
but as well so Alfheimr’s GENERAL, whose concerns that had guided
him to Vanaheim became CLOUDED by a much more relaxed demea-
nor, which Thranduil sooner or later might REGRET to have let snuck
upon him, set in, and at last cause him to allow PROXIMITY —- even
if it was of innocent nature, something as TRIVIAL as touching his hair.
Annoyed must he have sounded, MUCH so, when finally he’d given in
regarding her request, yet held STILL when pallid digits began to comb
through long, SILKEN strands, luring a pleased but QUIET sigh from
the elf’s lips. There was barely anything, when it came to PHYSICAL
contact, that he enjoyed more than his hair being toyed with; for it had
something COMFORTING while no spot on his skin would find itself
unnecessarily touched.
“It is. But I do not suppose yours is any less
soft. Juding by its appearance, I would at
least say so.”
Beneath her tenuity lay a detectable heedfulness to her touch, not too dissimilar to the mindful regard one might assume when handling that of a finicky animal-- -as though at any moment he may rear his head should she make a movement too hastily. Alas, Sigyn’s frugality was soon proved to be of a gratuitous nature; for much to the Goddess’ mirth the General appeared lax.
Not having expected to elicit such a response a string of melodic laughter tumbled from her lips as she allowed Elf’s fair lengths of hair to fall through her fingers, only to reach of a loose lock of her own hair; drawing it over face to examine it momentarily before casting it over her shoulder with a theatrical finesse.
“Perhaps, but one cannot simply judge by appearance alone-- -no?”
Her mettle not yet quelled, Sigyn leant toward him-- -a jaunty smile shaping full lips as with a firm shake of her head tresses of gold cascaded over the Goddess’ shoulder.
“I find a practical approach is often more effective”
“I was terrified, yes. But like everyone, I am usually terrified."
"You never know what could happen. Nothing can be trusted."
"And do you have any idea what it’s like to have you control me in this way?"
"You need to fight your own fights."
"You are yours once again."
"And whatever else happens tonight—I’m sorry."
"Sorry we had to do that. But we wanted you to be safe."
"I can’t promise I’ll never leave you. No one can promise that."
"And boy, have I almost died! I have almost died a lot."
"I don’t know how that could’ve happened!"
"I didn’t sleep well last night."
"They didn’t mean for it to turn out like this. They didn’t mean for anything to turn out like it did."
"Can you try to understand how something like this could happen to anyone?"
"Can we have a conversation for once?"
"What do I care about your petty human concerns?"
"We all mattered to each other even though we knew we didn’t matter at all."
"It makes me very unhappy to be unhappy. I’m much happier being happy."
"Wow. You’re way nicer than I remembered."
"I have no idea what any of that meant, but it sounded terrifying."
"I would never let that happen! I would never—"
"You don’t think who can hear you anymore?"
"It’s like they say: work hard, play hard. Then work again, work hard more, work harder, keep working hard, have you been working hard enough?, work harder if you want to live! And then, and then, play! Play very, very, very hard."
"Do you remember nothing of the you that was?"
"I—oh. That’s a good question! What do I remember?"
"Uh, um, n-nope! Uh, doesn’t sound right at all."
"Time is weird, isn’t it?"
"Well, I have some feelings about how that conversation went."
"It’s great to hear your voice again. It’s great to hear any voice again."
"I’ll admit: this is a little exciting."
"I’m not myself anymore."
"Sometimes I am one me and then again I am the other."
"It ebbs like the tides. But like the tides, it returns."
"I imagine an entire life without them. It makes me happy."
"There’s only me, _____. I’m the only me there is."
"We have all had our differences in the past, sure. And we will have our differences again. We can’t always be happy. But we love each other."
"I wish things could have gone differently, obviously. That is obviously what I wish. But they didn’t."
"What is the use of nostalgia for what didn’t happen when we have to live with what did?"
"I heard only what you heard. I know only what you know. Probably, you know more than me.”
‘—tears are a luxury we cannot all afford,
some more so than others; there is too much to
put in the past, dwelling will do me no good. though
i understand the point you are trying to make.’
she was once a woman who wore her heart on her sleeve,
allowing the traces of tears, the flash of teeth from a smile.
now she existed solely for the chance at mending that hole
in her heart– if such a thing even were possible.
A luxury? To Sigyn such a juxtaposition were almost unfathomable. Nonetheless, a singular bow of her head were given, ample lips parting as though about to utter her protest, alas, no such words were spoken; after all, one was entitled to express their grieve as they saw-- -felt the need to.
“Indeed, our pasts can prove to be heavy burdens-- -
and though I do not wish to force you to dwell upon it, might
I inquire as to whom it were you lost?”
Panic would SOON dominate the light-elves whilst Álfheimr was WITH-
OUT leader, only a group of GUARDS maintaining order but with their
ranks limiting their ABILITIES, the situation remained unstable and
CHAOS would take over once the news about their KING being gone
were to reach even the LAST denizen within the lines of Yggdrasil. To
stay calm and collected became a CHALLENGE to the general, who’d
never LOSE his nerves and yet grew more and more desperate, the
farther an explanation, a SOLUTION glided out of reach.
Thranduil hated to feel helpless enough to go around and ASK others if
they might have seen his king, swallowed the DISCOMFORT which
came along with standing here and confronting the GODDESS with his
concern and studied her features most ATTENTIVELY ——– even so
when he took the offer and sat down, allowing a SIGH to escape his lips
but, with Sigyn’s hint regarding Freyr’s enemies; a fleeting memory IM-
MEDIATELY crawled to the surface, causing ice-bitten gaze to WIDEN…
if only slightly.
“I know not why they would provoke a war now,
for it has been rather peaceful the past years.
But I recall the visit of a god from Ásgardr. He
sought audience, but Lord Freyr wished not to
hear him out —- so I had to send him away.”
A shake of his head followed, for he FAILED to recognise an actual mo-
tive in something so TRIVIAL to plot a god’s disappearance, and hadn’t
Loki introduced himself as the NEW king of Ásgardr? Then why had
Freyr left with the announcement to visit the ALLFATHER? Either was
his OWN king too ignorant to have caught the news concerning a new
ruler – or it had plainly been a LIE. What was right, what wrong; a riddle
which made things NOT easier.
“We won’t find him so long as he can not even be
seen by the keenest of eyes. Hence my main
concern revolves around the situation in Álfheimr,
as it is now. Without ruler ——– chaos soon
will follow. And I wish not to burden you with our
problems, my Lady but… I feel responsible and
know no solution. I am merely a warrior after all.”
“-- -And this visitor, do you think that Freyr’s refusal to speak with them
is a significant motive to prompt them to abduct him?”
It was not impossible-- -Realms had been invaded with far pettier motives, yet, something seemed to pique her curiosity; the transient had sought an audience? Such an insignificant detail and yet-- -indispensable, for there were few malefactors of whom would professedly demand spectators. Furthermore, whomever had seized Álfheimr’s Ruler were clearly adept at concealing their exploits. Or perhaps, like any good showman, they were simply waiting for the opportune moment?
"One needn’t have clear reason to provoke war...
and to abduct ones’ Ruler does not necessarily suggest a desire
for such, so much as it does perhaps, for the need or want for something else”
Of what exactly was more difficult to ascertain, for neither she nor Thranduil knew the culprit, if indeed there were one-- -for now they were left with nothing but mere assumptions. Although, Sigyn had her suspicions; perhaps they were seeking some sort of deliverance in return for the God?
With a long draw of breath lithe fingers were settled upon her brow in silent deliberation; the pressing issue of a Realm devoid of any leadership was certainly worrisome. If the adversary assumed to have taken Freyr had no intent to outwardly challenge Álfheimr to battle, then they could possibly succeed in the onset of a civil war.
"Of course-- -you’re right. This has the possibility to cause internal unrest
if not dealt with properly. Though, I would not be so quick to discredit oneself.
Freyr harbours great trust for you, therefore, it’s only advisable that you should,
in this time of desperation, assume his position. You need to assure Álfheimr
that all is well, and ensure it’s boarders are secure, there is little else that can
be done, for now at least.”
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