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Loki cannot help striking the hand that aids him, striking with malice and slow poison. That is what he is. That is what he does. [Indie myth Loki, Marvel friendly]

[isblxd-blog]

Apologies for being inactive for so long - University is killing me rn. Might be here tomorrow?

[kissofmistletoe]

Auction - isblxd

The battle had not been kind, and the Aesir’s punishment worse. Barely had the dawn call come when murder descended, Jotunar attacking from all sides, striking the golden warriors unaware. To caverns and rock scarps had they been forced, split up through canyon and crevice to be picked off by the hulking giants who knew their land, their earth. In Baldr’s reflective hindsight as he was dragged through the paths of slaughter, they had never stood a chance.

One by one he was forced to watch his fellows and friends torn apart as if their flesh was nought but paper. The screams still echoed in his ears, the silence more so, as he knelt on the blood-soaked mud. There was so desperate a hope, not for him, he was doomed he knew, but that just one of his people had escaped with the tale of genocide on his lips. The distant rumble of the Bifrost roar settled it, a sign of a survivor, and Baldr could breathe a little easier against the rope and chain that kept him still.

A guttural call announced the arrival of the king, the ruler of these damned creatures, a monarchy that the god had never met before. He had only known rumour and whispers of the savage Jotun and his people, and so it was trepidation that Baldr raised his head to look. He fought anger to be replaced with pride despite how animalistically he was captured, despite how small he seemed on tired, dirty knees surrounded by the behemoths, and faced Loki with dark, hateful eyes.

[kissofmistletoe]

The tears had stopped at some point. The screams turned to cries, turned to sobs, and then silence. All the wretched soul could do was lay there, curled about himself in that dark abyss, no longer waiting but surviving. Surviving the storm in his mind, retreating back to that small sanctuary within his heart, a Brediablik that would weather any destruction. Within himself he became so much less, condemned to a sleep, only to awaken at a gentle, terrifying voice.

Part of him considered ignoring it. The fear was so great of that man, yet the terror of darkness was so much more. It was not his choice to finally stand, weak and cold, arms still chained, no privacy for his nakedness. Yet he hobbled towards the light that seemed so blessedly bright, so sweet a song and feeling did it cast in Baldr. There were no words to say, voice broken and cracked in any case from the torture, and it showed in the bowed head of the great stag.

[isblxd-blog]

Loki smiled as he saw Baldr following, coming to him like a trained dog. The king of course knew that he was far from broken yet - give him a meal and a bath and soon he would find back to his own stubborness. But it was a beginning and something he could work on. “Very good”, he crooned, running his hand through black hair, unfazed by the lack of clothing of the man.

“Do you think you have been good enough to come out, pet? Will you further insult me or have you learnt your place?” He tilted his head as he trailed one finger down Baldr’s cheek. “My kingdom is a dark one, Aesir, but right now the sun is going down outside and you can see it casting colors in the ice. Would you like to see that?”

Just like that he pulled his hand away and took a step back, the smile gone, his face as hard as iron. “Then kneel. Call me your king and accept who you are now: not a prince but a slave; and I will take you outside so you may see the sun.”

[ghoulnextdoor]

 "MELUSINA" by Jay Briggs » Beautiful Savage

“MELUSINA” by Jay Briggs

Production Crew:

Photography: Fabio Esposito

Make up: Zana Moses

Hair: Gaby Winwood

Model: Skye Victoria

Apparel and Styling: Jay Briggs

[kissofmistletoe]

Somehow, that made him feel ashamed. The anger seemed to have dissipate, however, which was slightly encouraging.

‘’I know that you are beautiful, scars or not,’’ Baldr murmured.

[isblxd-blog]

“Sweettalking will not get you anywhere, little fawn.” He knew it too - he knew he could be beautiful, if he chose to be, but the scars were not part of that. Only a naive soul like Baldr could think differently.

“Maybe scars would make you beautiful too.”

[kissofmistletoe]

‘’I am always glad for what she did for me.’’ An honest truth, although it would have differed as a child. He had always felt separated because of it, alienated by his friends and family, by the jealousy that others felt. He too had learnt long ago to no longer care.

‘’But scars are not ugly. You do not need to hide them.’’

[isblxd-blog]

He tapped a finger against his lips, watching Baldr thoughtfully. Of course, he didn’t believe him - a liar never believed anyone, even the god of truth. “You know nothing of this world, little fawn”, he finally hummed. “My scars are for me alone. Ugly or not, they are not for the world to see.”

[kissofmistletoe]

Loki was angry, that was clear, although Baldr could see no reason why. Recoiling back, it was a confused expression on his face, trying to understand.

‘’I just… There are so many, AllFather. Do they hurt?’’ Gods knew the invincible stag’s own scars did.

[isblxd-blog]

“Not anymore.” Loki had long learned to take the hurt and fuel his rage with it - it worked well enough for him, gave him something to concentrate on, something to push him.

“Aren’t you glad that your wonderful mother gave you her blessings? What do you have - a few markings, nothing more.”

[kissofmistletoe]

‘’Sire…’’

It was a murmur in the dimness, a soft guilt as Baldr confessed to touching the one thing so close, so distant. His fingers traced over the skin, soft pads barely carving their dents into Loki’s flesh, rising every so often as a new scar revealed itself. Slowly, the stag blindly mapped the coastline of old wounds over the other’s skin.

‘’How did you come by these?’’

[isblxd-blog]

There was a flash of anger in the mismatched eyes of the god. How dared Baldr to step so close, to reveal what Loki so carefully hid. 

“That is none of your concern, little fawn”, he said, voice cold, pushing Baldr’s hand aside. Damn him and his light and truth, damn it all to Hel. “You’d do good not to try again.”

[isblxd-blog]

Yes, master

“Welcome to my dungeon.”

[isblxd-blog]

“You love me. Real or not real?”

"Don’t be ridiculous."

[inthemiddleofaninterrogation]

“You brought this upon yourself, Loki..” She sneered, instead twisting her lips into a wicked smile. “It’s punishment, don’t you see? Simple punishment… And, if you ever want me…” Natasha crawled over to rest her lips on his ears. “To do that little thing, with my tongue, to you… You won’t touch them.” She snapped before kissing his neck.

“I can control my orgasms, Loki, remember? So if you ever want to taste me… If you ever want to feel my tight heat around you, want to hear me scream your name, you’ll never touch my friends.” 

[isblxd-blog]

“You overestimate your worth for me, pet”, Loki said, voice cold as his hand rested on her neck, pressing hard. “Do you think I truly care for your orgasm if I can simply take what I want? Are you truly trying to blackmail me?”

He laughed as he pushed against her, lips curled into a cruel smile. “Oh no, spider, it’s the other way around. Do you really think you can keep your selfcontrol up as I take your friends down, one after one? When the first one dies screaming in pain and the rest of them know that this is still coming for them - would you speak this way too?”

[sigrvif-a-deactivated20221110]

Sigyn leaned into the kiss, smiling against his lips as he pulled away to speak. She brushed her hand through his dark hair. “Then what are you waiting for?”

[isblxd-blog]

Without further words, because why ruin a perfectly good chance, Loki leaned over, pressing his lips against hers as he ran his hand over her side.

Oh, he would enjoy ruining this one.

[isblxd-blog]

yes, master

“You forget that you’re my toy.”

[inthemiddleofaninterrogation]

“And what are you going to do about it?”

[isblxd-blog]

“Why, remind you, of course.”

[isblxd-blog]

yes, master

“You forget that you’re my toy.”

[agamemnoncrying]

BDSM sentence meme ✰

There are two lists under the cut. Send me "Kneel" for me to choose from the sub list, and send me "Yes, master/mistress" for me to choose from the dom list. Very NSFW! Everything is consensual.

I’ll use random.org to generate your result from 1 to 60 and reply with it. (Feel free to specify which squicks to avoid, or even if you’ll only accept prompts from one list.)

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[sigrvif-a-deactivated20221110]

"Well, I  disagree. I say, if you enjoy something, then enjoy it guilt free." She leaned against him, trailing one finger up his chest. "And I intend to enjoy it.

[isblxd-blog]

Guilt free, maybe, but not regret free. But oh, she would learn. With a smile he leant towards her, kissing her. “I already know I very much enjoy it.”

[alwaysshewrites]

Powers: Pyrokinesis

[pinkfastener-deactivated2014112]

whoa

[isblxd-blog]

"What is wrong with you?! why can’t you just leave me be?!"

"I think you can answer that question."

[inthemiddleofaninterrogation]

Natasha narrowed her eyes, fingers curling into fists. “Enough, Loki! I won’t submit, you can’t make me. I would rather die then do what you ask.”

[isblxd-blog]

“And you will. Eventually.” He leaned down, smiling as he tipped her chin up to plant a soft kiss onto her lips. “But first others will, one by one, while you stick to your foolish pride. You are not that heartless, Natasha.”

[isblxd-blog]

“You love me. Real or not real?”

"Don’t be ridiculous."

[inthemiddleofaninterrogation]

"I don’t have feelings for you Loki.." She purrs, licking her lips. "Nothing but a desire to get your body toying with mine." Natasha laughs a little and bites down on her bottom lip. "You can’t make me…"

Her eyes light up staring at him and swallowing under his hand. “You’re still second best, Loki…”

[isblxd-blog]

There was a flash of anger, he couldn’t deny it - she had tricked him once more. The damn beast. His mouth twisted into a cruel line. He could torture her, of course, have the pleasure of feeling her pain, but she was a strong woman, she wouldn’t change her mind.

“I will rip apart what is left of your friends if you don’t think twice about what you say”, he hissed instead.