|| son of secrets ||

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low-key wants to come back

high-key stresses out about that thought

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[Anxiety and depression are at an all time high because of things happening in my life and since being here doesn’t help don’t expect to hear much of me or anything at all until it gets better, if it even does.]

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❤ [ whispers love me ]

@ubiec

[Alright, let’s see. There are obviously numerous positive things about you, bby (don’t fight me on this >:c ) but one of them, to me, is how you can get all passionate about things. It might even be just a little thing, like a new headcanon for your muse for example, but nonetheless you will get just as excited about it and scream to me about the thing in all caps and keyspazzes on skype and I just think that’s cute ok. It reminds me of people always saying to treasure the small things in life u w u ]

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@princeoftherealmeternal aka the bae  || cont.

    Incertitude  mars features  like canvas – ( like  red & white & blue  marking ridged  edges of      pallid paper ; emerald  orbs painted  with unknown ), and feelings  compress. Triggers chest      to cave, imperceptible hands squeeze at heart & lungs, cutting airflow as needed. But there      is nothing. Seiðr numbing mind as muscles tense more, green tinge  of energy ignored as if      insignificant to  the one  producing. Ubiec powerless  to  conceive what  has just occurred;

     ( & pieces – fractured  memories  of times  previous while  no  longer  in control ; of murder      & death and blood !! oh the sea of blood that heaves him beneath, deeper and deeper like      drowning  in  mountains  of  obscurity. body’s  lined  up.  trailing   and  following  him  every      stride. it rips  through vein  and muscle, pulling  at  lithe  bones  that  keep him upright. But      nothing stops psyche from shattering to tiny un-fixable pieces. )

     But numbness  evaporates  as  troubled  voice  rings through  tense air ; Seiðr crackling at      flinch  that  gives  way    and   emeralds   are  windows   to   BROKEN   soul – fear  making      appearance  as   tiny  pieces   claw  way  through,  threatening  to  spill  tears  of  choler &      frustration ( but never fear. never weakness ). 

     Inky brows furrow, features  contorting into unknown expressions and if nails dig into fragile      skin of  palms, crimson  leaking - rolling  down  to stain pale flesh, well, he  takes no heed.      ❛ I          I’m sorry. ❜ Pause and  eyes  avert, jaw  clenching minutely. ❛ But I       I told you      I couldn’t !! ❜

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Abruptly and unwillingly, as Loki stood gazing upon the other, his mind flooded with memories of old, a sense of uneasy nostalgia settling in the pit of his stomach. He remembered it well, those first times as only a little boy when his powers were truly starting to manifest and he feared with all his innocence and inexperience that they would gain the upper hand on him. Turn him destructive and a slave to their will as well as a disappointment to his mother who had shared with him her gift for good. To this day he wasn’t certain if not part of that scenario had become a reality regardless, his past actions and insuppressible penchant for mischief surely doing him no favors.

“No, I am sorry,” the prince admitted, the prior strain in his voice already fading to reveal his usual smooth tone, “I should have known when to stop.” Even though kindness and compassion composed his mother, she had been nonetheless eager to see her son excel, watch him push through his boundaries and emerge more accomplished and confident, and he supposed that drive had been passed down to him in a way. Not to mention the fact that Loki particularly wished for this one to succeed for despite their differences, in both history and nature, he recognized parts of himself in the younger and he would not idly stand by and let uncertainty restrain or cripple him like it almost did him. They weren’t infallible, as much as they would love to believe otherwise, and there indeed existed matters they were simply not capable of doing but this was not one of them. Magic was in their blood and it simply needed to be shown the way to flourish.

With a sigh escaping him and a light shake of his head, the god stepped toward his distraught double now and, uncaring whether or not he was about to provoke another unwanted hit on his person, wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling the boy to him. “I merely didn’t because I am convinced you can very well do this.” He spoke softer than before, attempting to sound more reassuring -albeit that had never been one of his strengths- to at least try and persuade him to release the painful grip he had on his own hands. “True, you might not see it yet or possibly even think me mad but it will come, in time. You need only trust me.”

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he hadn’t really thought twice about taking his clothes off, he was focusing on getting out of that shower but now he was starting to see loki’s intention and he had no problem following through with those. stopping where he stood, an eyebrow raised on his expression as he looked back to loki turning slightly. “you wanted a striptease? my bad but I’ve never been good at those.” stripteases and lapdances were always a bad idea in tony’s book. no when they were being done to him but they were when he was the one doing them. he just ended up feeling awkward, one of the few things he failed to feel comfortable doing still.

but when he felt his hands being moved to loki’s clothed hips he was alert then, very alert and very willing. his body had a pretty response as well. “am i your slave now?” a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth but he stepped in closer to the prince and bit down onto his bottom lip. “i think i can do that.” tony’s fingertips travelled along loki’s waistband then until they met in the middle above the buttons keeping his pants held together. he knew what laid beneath those and his mouth watered, eyes hovering around his crotch area. “i really think i can do that.” his fingers pulled at the buttons then and they finally popped undone, tongue against the roof of his mouth as his thumbs pushed underneath the fabric so he could push them down past his hips.

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”Hmm, pity,” Loki lamented at the loss of that and any future striptease, though he chose not to push the subject any further. One, because he would not force the man he loved to do something against his will, and two, there was a far more pressing matter at hand which required his full attention. Hands kept hold of the other’s until he was certain they would remain in place, that is to say, until he heard that comment to his request and he couldn’t suppress a small snort. It definitely provided an enticing image to pop into his mind, for he wasn’t above being worshipped like the god that he was, but as he caught the hint of a smirk on those fair features while the mechanic voiced his desire to proceed and fingers already set to work then at what they had been asked, the prince doubted he would have to resort to such drastic measures to get him to cooperate.

With arms having wrapped themselves again around the male’s shoulders when he had pressed himself closer, thumbs tracing idle circles upon the bare skin, Loki’s gaze shifted down to the hands undoing his clothing. The very fact that the other seemed so willing, so eager -even making a point of it by saying it aloud- was enough to get his pulse racing faster, his lust to flare and darken his eyes, and with every pull and tug the trickster held his breath more firmly, impatiently, only to release it in one grateful sigh once his pants were slipped off and he was exposed to the air, hot and humid due to the building steam of the shower.

“Much better,” he purred and leaned in to claim his lover’s mouth in a wet and hungry kiss, tongue flicking against his lips while teeth nipped. His hands moved once more, this time to grip the hem of his own shirt first as the god aimed to swiftly pull the piece over his head with merely the slightest pause in their liplock, before fingers brushed just above the mechanic’s crotch, ignoring the spot he perhaps wanted the touch the most while teasing their way to grip his hips. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up,” Loki murmured to him then when they parted, the grin spreading across his features just short from wicked as he started to inch the pair of them backward, guiding them into the shower where the warm water suddenly hitting his skin pulled a low hum from him. Keeping their eyes locked, he reached blindly for the nearest bottle of shampoo, presenting it with a knowing smile before pouring some of its substance into his hand and massaging it into the other’s scalp in slow, thorough movements.

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BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE.

TAGGED BY : @ubiec

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.

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    Stiles was spread out on his bed with his legs dangling off the end of it. “Do I wanna go out and play ditch the stupid agent today?” He asked out loud, tapping fingers along his chin as he did. “Eh, played that game yesterday.” And Tony was really pissed at him, mostly because he manged to get himself into a mess once again.

 The young Stark was so lost on what to do with his day, that he didn’t realize Loki was till he heard the others sudden voice. “Oh my god.” He jumped up, nearly tumbling forward. “Does anyone around he know how to knock? And Yes, trust me I eat.” Doe like hues drift over to Loki, as he moves to his feet. “Whose moping? not me. I spend my time annoying the shit out of who I can and playing ditch the stupid agent. but yeah, I’ll grab lunch with you.”

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Although well-versed in the art of being eerily light on his feet -a trait which only seemed fitting to someone of his secretive nature- and having made use of the skill more times than Loki could possibly count, it never did cease to amuse him whenever he succeeded in getting an other to jump. “My apologies,” he replied in a formal tone, yet the faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips diminished some of the sincerity, “I will make sure to remember next time I mean to interrupt you doing absolutely nothing, shall I?”

The prince was merely toying with the young man, banter such as this likely considered another one of his strengths, and he was pleased to see it returned in the same manner, his request for lunch met with what he could only describe as snark and sarcasm. For a brief moment, he figured the boy must have gotten it from his father but as he wasn’t foolish enough to start up that conversation, he simply proceeded to give an affirming nod. “Good, then meet me on the roof and let us see if we can ditch your agent.” And with that, and a glint of mischief in his eyes, Loki swiftly turned on his heel to leave the room.

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“Why would you do that, Anthony?”

“…I have my reasons.”

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It’s outdated, it’s not funny, but it is still the most Logyn thing I’ve ever come across.

(Loki x Sigyn)

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“exactly my point.”

tony stayed where he was and waited for loki to return, eyes widening when he spotted the ball of brown fluff in his arms; blanket wrapped around her. did he really just? he’d thought he was joking. 

“seriously? my god, give us the precious.”

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Whatever small doubt he might have still had about his gift dissipated then following that reaction, the smile on the god’s lips easily stretching into a full, proud grin.

“The precious?” he did question before he moved to close the remaining distance and hand the squirming thing over to the mechanic, although not without an affectionate scratch behind her ears first and a soft yip for response. “Is that to be her name then?”

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"Start!"

94.

“That was fun.”

Sarcasm tainted his every word, concealed only barely by the gritting of his teeth and the groan he fought to suppress as the god aimed to push himself upright. Honestly, he wasn’t quite certain what had happened as one moment he was meticulously observing the other, directing him on how to lead his seidr and let it flow as a natural part of him, a valuable extension to his abilities, and then the next all he noticed was a bright burst of green heading right toward him, crashing into his chest and knocking him straight to the ground.

Perhaps it had been his own fault, perhaps Loki shouldn’t have urged the younger to continue knowing how much of an unsteady apprentice he once was himself, but he was never one to act the benign teacher, to hold his hand and gently guide him through this. He would assist him to master his magic, yes, but for that he had to conquer his fear of it first, control it instead of allowing himself to be controlled, and to the trickster’s knowledge no soft-hearted approach would ever earn them that result.

With his head still somewhat spinning, a hand clutching his side, he finally managed it back to his feet. “Now, I know you are new to this, Ubiec,” he spoke, voice strained and features contorted in slight discomfort, “but could you at least attempt to miss me next time? I would rather prefer making it through this in one piece.”

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Start!

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When news had spread of the new arrival at the tower, a young boy just shy from eighteen, Loki frankly couldn’t have cared less, the god deeming it only one more nuisance he was forced to deal with in such a limited amount of space, until he had come to learn the real reason which had brought him here, that is. Something had clicked then as in a way the situation had struck him as almost disturbingly familiar and while he wouldn’t call it taking pity -he simply did no such thing- and the blood running through the other’s veins was that of the man he at times still considered his enemy, he did feel some ridiculous sense of obligation to at least attempt making him feel as if he fit in.

“Do you want to go out for lunch with me?” the prince then stated sudden, short, and simple after spotting the male in his room. Hands slowly clasped behind his back and a curious brow quirked as he took a few cautious steps in his direction. “You do eat, do you?” he added, “Or have you found a way to bypass that with your moping?”

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“start!” / Sigynfireblood

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“So one of father’s advisors had an interesting proposition of sorts, “ Loki, in a not so subtle manner and while reaching for his drink, dropped into their dinner conversation. Rarely, he brought up any of the subjects discussed at the councils he was obliged to attend outside of them, both because he did not wish to bore the healer as well as the fact that he cared little about the opinions of those men who merely claimed to have the royal family’s best interests at heart, but obviously there had been something about this one that had him intrigued. “He suggested,” the prince continued with as much of a casual air to him as he could manage, eyes fixed on the wine he swirled in his hand, “in hopes of finally getting my brother to take up his responsibilities and secure his claim to the throne, to host an official event with the purpose of introducing possible brides.”

The god reconsidered the thought for a moment before a light chuckle escaped him and he gave a small, dismissive wave of his hand. “It’s not quite original and I doubt the idea will succeed or even pass but it does make me wonder how things would have played out had we met through something similar…” A roguish smirk spread across Loki’s lips now while his gaze lifted to lock with his lover’s and his voice dropped to a playful purr.

“What do you think, dear Sigyn? Could you sweep me off my feet?”

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