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         “In detailing the exquisite events which I missed, My Queen           has already graced me with everything I needed to know.”  Loki flashes the smirk of a woodland imp peering through bare branches, complete with tongue poking  between sharp white teeth; even as he does, his phraseology is almost laughably elegant.  The true breeding of a prince who was never fully tamed.          “Let us instead play a new game, called ‘find the spot that           will send your lover into throes of ecstasy,’ hmmmm?” 

A return nip, sharper still.  

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           A GENTLE HUFF of laughter sounds from her throat, through her lazily smiling lips, and into his lips as she cannot help but kiss him once more.

‘ i think that game is merely called ‘intercourse’, and we play it often and thoroughly, with yours truly as VICTOR and QUEEN. ’

               oh, and here comes her playful CHALLENGE, how can you resist, god of mischief, for look how infuriatingly she now smiles -- she crowns herself victor and yet calls their passionate lovemaking mere INTERCOURSE? oh dear. it seems a lesson must be taught...one that seraphina is all too aware of, and one that she is all to EAGER to pursue.

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ICYXMISCHIEF. continued from here.

           SERAPHINA IS VERY secure in her sole position as the exception in the god of mischief’s life -- and she takes full advantage of it, frequently and merrily. what loki can do, that few others in seraphina’s long and bitter life can achieve? it is to bring out the wry and coy scientist in the earth mother, for after all, she was born a hyper-intelligent lady at court, not a cold exacter of unholy destruction. 

          ‘ it is rather fortuitous, then... ’ spoken in a matter of fact tone, as if she were reading the surplus numbers for asgard’s crops to him, before loki would suddenly find a very sinuous and a very naked goddess nestled right up against him, right beneath the fur blanket he has so grievously excluded from her. she squirms in just the right spot on him. but her face, as ever, remains coquettishly unbothered as she finishes, ‘ ...that i don’t care what you think, and am able to do as i please. ’

                      ‘ hmn? what say you to THAT, my handsome king? ’

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           “I asked you first.”

They are children together:  the same as the day they first met.  The both of them whittled stretched starved versions of the round-faced babies they’d been: the both of them learning to adore their reflection through playful murmurs and careful, tender touches.   Loki licks Seraphina’s lips, bottom to top, then kisses them hard.           “Terribly sorry to be so evasive: secrets of state, you know,”          he purrs, with another breath of laughter and a slyly creeping          grin.  

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                                                                  ‘ ---- oh really. ’

           THEY ARE INDEED children together, children whose young spirits deal in mischief first, free of any chokeholds of paranoia or drowning weight of guilt. loki would be able to taste low, chiming giggles on his lips, as his wife ( usually so unbelievably SKITTISH at the mere  m e n t i o n  of the word ‘secret’ ) now snaps at his bottom lip.

           ‘ then neither shall you get an answer out of me. not a SINGLE description of how i paid a visit to the royal baths all by my lonesome, with the light of the morning sun stretching its rays across my naked body as water beaded on my skin. nay, not a word. state secrets, you know. ’

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ICYXMISCHIEF. continued from here.

                                         ‘ where have i been? where have you been? ’

              A VERY SOPHISTICATED argument, of course, coming from the inventor of the earth, who has spawned trillions of species, mapped out their genomes and their evolutionary patterns, has planned out billions of ecosystems...she tugs on his hair a little. again, another manifestation of her BRILLIANT tactics of debate, as she squirms restlessly ( and ultimately, annoyingly ) beneath him.

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&& ICYXMISCHIEF.

        CAECILIA IS THE eldest of the two offspring of Mischief and Nature. the most gentle, the most kind, and the most sensitive. she’s inherited every one of her parents’ good qualities, and carries them all with a serene innocence to her nymph-like frame. but in a celebration of fathers, she is in absolute distress. and this time, she’s refused even her MOTHER’S help, crawling away to hide beneath some desk in her study.

          no one else calls her father ‘papa’. ragni and jory both call him mother, because that is what he is. she understands why, of course, for the reason is simple, a matter of shapeshifting. but even so, while mapping out her sketches, her inquisitive little brother had peeked his way into her view, and asked so many questions. ( what are you doing? drawing, ragni. why? it’s for papa. mama? yes, ragni. why? because it’s his day, ragni. why? ) sweet and patient caecilia, she had answered each and every one of his his questions, but when he had flit off to chase a butterfly, she stared at her sketch, and for the first time in her life, she felt the impulse to TEAR something.

                                                      ( and it frightened her. )

             her mother had told her to be gentle with her father on this day, for he does not like fathers. her mother had told her that she would go with her, to not be frightened, and she had held her sweetly and she had sang to her. but kili is here alone now. outside the door to her father’s study, this tiny baby girl looks so small in the great gilded halls of asgard, of which she is princess. but she doesn’t feel like a princess now. bracing a crudely bound book ( titled as: i love my father because... ) of sweet illustrations and childish, but neat script, she’s trembling, and there are tears in her eyes.

                                        ( but she scratches at the door anyway. )

                                  and when he opens the door, she’ll just push the                                       book against his leg without saying a word. 

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Dream of home by whiteshaix

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ICYXMISCHIEF. continued from here.

         BLOSSOMING OF pink deepens to splashes of crimson, as seraphina wastes no time in obeying her husband, the only being ever to equal her in their now familiar competition of wits. of wits, and of bodies. her lips press hard and fast against his, and while his hands are busy lovingly caressing her fine-boned features, her own hands have already slid down his trousers.

          ‘ i stand...by what i said, ’ ( an indulgent moan into his mouth. ) ‘ fellow CONTESTANT. ’

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what kind of relationship goals……….

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Be good. - The Night Manager, Episode 6

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