Son of Nornheim

Indie roleplay blog for Male!Sigyn. Side blog of SigynAsynjur. Please read Rules before interacting. Mun is 25+

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[diem]

      Iðunn’s mouth fell open, lips parting around a soundless       moan. As his finger eased into her, she clenched and       unclenched around the digit, drawing it in deeper as she       became slowly more accustomed to the sensation. His       mouth on her, his tongue, it was all too much, and in no       time at all she was writhing, gasping for breath as a       second finger breached her, joining the first and curling       in a way that made her pant. The sound of the pleasure       he derived from such a base act made her warm all over,       skin flushed all the way down to her heaving chest.

      “Please,” she whispered, squirming wantonly. “Please        don’t tease.” She couldn’t bear it. 

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He gave her one last long lick before he pulled his mouth away from her, his fingers pushing and pulling slowly.

“What do you want me to do, Idunn?” He asked as his thumb pressed against her clit, moving against it in a slow circle. “I’ve not been blessed with telepathy, I need you to tell me what you want me to do.” His eyes moved over her, seeing the blush that had crept over her chest. If the way she had soaked his hand was any indication, if he chose now to join them, he would find no resistance and he knew she would feel like the finest silk.

Moving over her, he pressed a kiss to the valley between her breasts, nibbling on them gently with his lips.

“Tell me what you wish me to do.”

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Dying rp Starters

"Stay with me. Come on, just a little longer."

"You're gonna be fine, okay? You... You'll be fine."

"No. Oh, no. No no no. This can't happen. No. You can't die."

"Shush, just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don't sleep."

"Oh my god... Don't give up! You can't give up!"

"You can make it through this. I know you can. Y-you have to..."

"Where did they shoot you!? Where did they sh-- Oh... Oh, god... Oh please no..."

"The doctor explained everything to me... I... I can't just let you go like this. I need you."

"Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still be alive."

"There's nothing they can do. I-- I'm so sorry."

"No. They're wrong. They're wrong, okay? You're not gonna die."

"Please, fight this. You have to fight it. You have to live."

"Don't die... Don't die on me. Please..."

"Listen to my voice, okay? I need you to stay with me. I'm bringing you to the hospital."

"I wish I could tell you everything was going to be fine..."

"Come on, now. You've lived through worse than this. Just... Just live through this too."

"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you."

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Vampire AU Starter Sentences

“Can I touch them?”

“Is that a coffin?”

“It’s your coffin now.”

“I think my fangs are stuck.”

“How do I control my fangs?”

“You’ll become accustomed to things quickly.”

“Am I just your child? Or am I something more?”

“So do you have a castle?”

“I have to sleep in dirt?”

“No that’s just superstition.”

“Can I meet Dracula?”

“I like the whole vampire aesthetic you have going. That Bela Lugosi picture just ties the whole room together.”

“I like that rug. That’s a nice rug. How old is it?”

“How old are you?”

“Do I lose my fangs like sharks?”

“Can I turn into a bat?”

“Please don’t ever leave me.”

“You are blood of my blood and all of that silly Bram Stoker mess.”

“Y-you’re a vampire.”

“Did the fangs give it away?”

“Are you hungry?”

“I’m hungry for something, but not food.”

“I heard that vampires can have sex for days without stopping.”

“Can I touch a Cross without it burning?”

“You killed me!!”

“I turned you! I gave you a new life!”

“Why is it that I want you all the time?”

“Bite me. Please.”

“You are my maker, I do as you say, don’t I?”

“As your maker, don’t ever do that again. Ever.”

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Growing Trust (closed)

[slysmith]

“No, thank you, sir,” Loki immediately answered, the walls around his mentality reforming around him as quickly as they had fallen for that moment.  He didn’t want his Master to sense he was getting any enjoyment out of the sweet treat, lest his joy be used against him.  And even more so, he didn’t want to seem greedy.  He had been accused of that before, and the punishment was denial of food for five entire days.  

Again, he shook his head.  "Whatever collar you feel suits me is the one I will wear, Master,“ he murmured, looking up at Sigyn with wide, ruby eyes.  His fingers were latched together tightly again, shoulders and back completely straight.  

Somewhere behind him he could hear people whispering, his hearing more acute than many gave him credit for.  Loki could hear the words like blue and red eyes and worse of all – weird horns.  His eye twitched slightly, but he otherwise remained still.  

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"Really, Loki." Sigyn said, insisting softly, "Have as much as you like. I don't mind. I want you to enjoy yourself." Taking his hand again gently, he laced their fingers, reinforcing his previous notion that Loki squeeze his hand should he become uncomfortable with his surroundings. "And call me Sigyn. The term 'Master' sounds wrong to me. Now come, onto the collars."

The stand in question was closest to the entrance of the market, the owner a friend of his. Well, friend wasn’t the truest word. He was a frequent patron of hers, getting new collars for his friend’s Pets on special occasions.

“Sigyn!” The owner exclaimed, having been busy with a customer when they had last been there. “How are you!”

“I am well, Marta, thank you for asking.” He answered with a smile.

“And who is this?” She asked, looking at Loki with kind curiosity.

“This is Loki, I’ve just adopted him last night from the shelter.”

“He’s lovely! But that collar is a travesty and must be discarded immediately.” Marta said, “Shall we look for something more befitting him? Oh, did you give Fandral the collar you commissioned for his Pet? White leather and pearls, I believe.”

“Daenala? Yes, she loves it.” Sigyn said.

“Of course she does, darling. I made it.” Marta said as she looked over the collection of collars she had brought with her. “None of these will do.” She said with a small sound. “Oh, they’ll do, but they won’t do him,” she made a an encompassing gesture to Loki, “Justice. I’m going to make something for him. No arguing.” She added as Sigyn opened his mouth to say something.

[diem]

Iðunn shivered, trembling with desire as she followed his sinuous movements with her keen gaze. A breath parted her lips, though she offered not a word of complaint at his alterations. She trusted him implicitly, and if he said it would make her feel more, then who was she to argue? No doubt he knew more than she, how to make a woman weak at the knees…

She locked eyes with him, and at the very first touch of his lips, her hips jerked. It was an instinctive movement— involuntary. She carded her fingers through his hair, apologetic, and drew in a steeling breath, better prepared for when his tongue slowly lapped against her sex, the long, flat drag of it eliciting a low wanton whine from the goddess.

Her lashes dipped low, but she refused to let them fall shut, determined to keep their gazes locked throughout. “Sigyn,” she moaned his name, panting already as the tip of his clever tongue circled the small bundle of nerves that made her see stars. “Suck,” she whispered, instructing him, lifting her hips a fraction in want of more friction.

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Grinning against her flesh, he spread her with his fingers, pushing against her and unsheathing that tiny bud. Latching his lips onto it, he sucked, his tongue rubbing against it roughly and quickly. He stopped only to lick at her entrance from time to time before resuming, the tip of one finger teasing her before slowly pushing into her. The feel of how she gripped him went straight to his cock and he moaned, his lips vibrating against her.

Sliding a second finger into her, he curled them, stroking the spot just past her pelvic bone that he knew would make her see stars.

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Abusive/Toxic Relationship Starter Sentences

{ Which can all be taken out of context if desired }

"He/She promised he/she'd stop.."

"It's nothing, I fell down the stairs."

"He/She says he/she loves me.."

"It's none of your business!"

"No one can know about this."

"Promise you won't tell anyone!"

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"You know I love you, and I said I was sorry."

"I promise, never again."

"Y-You hit me.. You've n-never hit me before.."

"I only do this because I care."

"I don't like doing this, you practically make me."

"I didn't tell anyone, I swear!"

"Please don't be mad.."

"That doesn't look like an 'accident' to me."

"Why are you flinching? Are you afraid?"

"I don't want you to be afraid of me."

"I'm not okay with this."

"I said NO."

"I'm worried about you."

"That's it, I'm going to give him/her a talking to!"

"You're not going back to him/her, I'm not going to let you."

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

"If I didn't love you so darn much, I'd let you go. But I can't do that."

"I'm scared."

"I'm broken beyond repair, don't just try to fix me now that you think you know everything."

"I can't leave him/her, he/she isn't going to let me.."

"You deserve to be with someone who doesn't put you through this!"

"You can always leave him/her. You need to."

[slysmith]

Surprise!

[slysmith]

Loki’s gaze immediately darkened at the mention of Odin.  It was no secret the hate he had for the Allfather, even if some of it stemmed from his own selfish desires.  "There is no way I would taint our son with such a name,“ he half growled under his breath.

With a long (and somewhat dramatic) groan, Loki rolled over onto his back, placing both hands on his rounded belly.  He looked down at the swell, huffing another soft sound.  "I blame you for how… ridiculous I look right now,” he chuckled, clearly teasing.  As if in response, the child inside him moved and squirmed, causing Loki to tense and wince.  "I swear he can understand us already.“

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“You look beautiful.” Sigyn said immediately, though he had caught the others teasing tone. Reaching over, he laid his hand over his, his thumb moving back and forth over his knuckles. “Then again, I’m in love with you, so I may be a bit biased.”

Moving closer to him, he laid against his side, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?”

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Banished // Closed

[slysmith]

Loki’s gaze narrowed at the refusal, not that he exactly blamed Sigyn for it.  He would be suspicious of anything offered to him if he were captured, as well.  It earned a shrug from the prince and he moved back to where he was sitting.  "Very well.  If you collapse during the journey, no one will help you back up this time,“ he warned, tossing the small parcel next to his own bedding.  

A few moments later, one of Loki’s personal guards peeked in, bowing low as Loki inclined his head in greeting.  "My prince,” he murmured, keeping his gaze averted.  "We are ready to head back if you wish it.“  Loki nodded once and dismissed the fellow Giant, who was at least twice the size Loki was.  It was with some measure of annoyance Loki threw on a thick fur cloak, as he was the only Frost Giant in the world which needed some protection from the cold.  It wouldn’t incapacitate him, but the slight chill was annoying and he would never put up with such things.  With a wave of his hand, the shackle around Sigyn’s wrist snapped open.  "Come on.  They’ll break down this tent regardless if you’re in it or not,” he murmured, stepping out into the snow storm.

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Sigyn stood as his new Master left the tent. The term put a bitter taste on his tongue, but he supposed that that’s what the diminutive Giant was now. Sigyn was small for his kind, but Loki seemed to be even smaller. Summoning thicker clothes lined with fur and lambswool, a cloak was the last thing he materialized, making him seem even larger than he was.

As he stepped from the tent, he was well aware of how they watched him, hands on their weapons, though he didn’t outwardly show it. The blowing snow and wind was piercing on his skin and he pulled the cloak further around himself, tucking his face into the soft fur. White hot eyes darted back and forth, taking in those watching him, their tense shoulders. The Guards seemed ready to attack at a word and he arched a brow at them. He meant their Prince no harm, but he would defend himself if they attacked first.

Loki had yet to assign him a task, and while he wondered what role he would be thrust into, he hoped it would be something worthy of his abilities and not something menial. Though he knew that he had no choice in the deciding.

He spared Loki a glance as he stood just to the side of him, letting him know without words that he was ready, as if the Jötun cared to know.

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Angst Starter Masterlist

" Aren't you going to say something?"

" And I thought I loved you."

" And I thought you loved me."

" Angry. I'm.. I'm angry."

" Aren't you even going to cry?"

" Are you going to cry?"

" Are you crying?"

" Are you okay?"

" Ask if I'm okay. Just ask."

" And this is why I don't want to stay anymore."

" Addiction isn't the way to go, ___ "

" Are you angry with me?"

" Are you afraid?"

" And now is the part where we say goodbye."

" And now you're going to leave me!"

" Are you just going to leave me?"

" Be friends with someone else."

" Boy/Girlfriend? Is that what you thought I meant?"

" Because you're such an ass and I- I just hate you!"

" But I've changed."

" But you've changed."

" Buy yourself something nice. Because I don't want this ring."

" But.. you're still alive?"

" Can't you just let me be happy for one?!"

" Can't you be happy for once?

" Can't you just be happy for me?"

" Come on, leave already!"

" Coward. That's all you are. A coward."

" Do you even know what you've done to me?"

" Do you have any remorse? "

" Don't you dare close your eyes on me!"

" Don't you dare die."

" Don't you care about me/her/him/them anymore?"

" Don't give me that look"

" Don't you want me to be happy?"

" Dammit! Everything was just starting to get better and then you do this!"

" Damn you."

" Don't lie to me."

" Don't like to him/her/them."

" Dammit.. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! You fucking ass!"

" Everything is fucked up now- everything is fucked because of you!"

" Everything's gone to hell."

" Everyone hates me."

" Everyone hates you."

" Everything hurts."

" Everything's going to be okay."

" Everyone loves you, not me."

" Everything is falling apart."

" Everything fell apart and I can't pick up the pieces anymore."

" For someone whose dying, you seem kind of happy."

" Friends forever, right? Isn't that what you said?"

" Fuck off!"

" Fuck you!"

" Find a new place to live."

" Find a new girlfriend/boyfriend."

" Find a new best-friend."

" Fine. I'll leave."

" Forever and ever. That's how long I said I loved you. But you never said it back."

" Fucking hell, I hate you!"

" Get lost!"

" Get a job, you ass!"

" Get out of here!"

" Go get a life."

" Go. Just go."

" How are you still alive?"

" How long are you going to keep this up?"

" How long until you finally get lost?"

" How about I just leave."

" Hold up. You're breaking up with me?"

" Heaven doesn't exist."

" Hell is the only place we're going to be going."

" How about you leave now?"

" Is this how you're going to treat me?"

" I can't believe you."

" I'm a monster."

" I killed someone."

" I want to kill myself."

" I want to kill something."

" I'm running away."

" I'm leaving you."

" I can't look at you right now."

" I hope you die!"

" I don't understand."

" I'm so angry/sad. But you don't care."

" I can't hear anything."

" I'm dying."

" I have cancer."

" I can feel the darkness coming."

" I can't breathe."

" Just joking, I don't love you."

" Just go."

" Just leave me alone!"

" Just fuck off."

" Kill yourself. "

" Kindly get the hell away from me."

" Kids? I don't want kids."

" Kind. That's the one thing you can never manage to be."

" Lie. Just lie."

" Lie to me."

" Life is not worth living."

" Living isn't possible."

" Like I give a shit about you."

" Lies are all you're capable of."

" Lay down. It'll all be over soon."

" My heart is broken. "

" My.. everything hurts."

" My girlfriend/boyfriend left."

" My ____ is dead."

" Man, you're an asshole."

" My lies aren't working anymore."

" Mutt."

" Many times I lay awake and wonder why I'm alive anymore."

" Never again."

" Never speak to me again."

" No. I won't do it."

" No, I don't like you like that."

" No way in hell!"

" Now, now, is there really any reason to cry?"

" Now and again I really start to hate you."

" No. Stop crying, just stop it."

" Not how I wanted to spend my life."

" Never look at me again."

" People hate me."

" People hate you."

" Person? No, no. You're not a person. You're a robot."

" People like you sicken me."

" People like you deserve to die."

" Perhaps you should just leave, then."

" Piss off."

" Question: why are you still here?"

" Quiet. I'm getting sick of hearing your voice."

" Run away. That's what I'm doing."

" See? I hate you."

" See? You hate me."

" Sometimes I wonder why you stay with me."

" So.. you hate me, then?"

" So this is how it ends."

" Shoot me."

" Shit..."

" So why are you still here?"

" Sometimes people lie to me."

" Stories are just that. Stories."

" Took off with everything I had!"

" Time to go."

" This is the end. It's done."

" The story is ending now."

" This is the end."

" This is why I hate you."

" Then why do you say you love me?!"

" Unlike you I have friends."

" Unlike me, you have friends"

" Under the bed is were I have to hide from you."

" Underwater is where i want me coffin to be."

" Utter it again and I swear I'll kill you!"

" Very mature. Cunt."

" Why can't you row up?"

" Why cant you care about me?"

" Why do you hate me?"

" Why do I hate you?"

" What do you mean?"

" What?You're dying?"

" Why can't you just be you."

" When am I supposed to get my time to be happy?'

" Well. This isn't how it was supposed to end between us."

" Whatever, you asshole."

" Whenever you decide you can stand to talk to me ago, please do."

" Well. I hate you now."

" Well, you hate me now."

[rpsentencestarters]

Send me "I like to watch you sleep" to see how my muse reacts.

[archerlavellan]

“So you’ve been told?” Mahanon repeated with a cocked brow, his head turning this way and that he tried to keep the thing in his sight as it circled him like a predator stalking its prey. His breath caught in his throat at the demon’s touch, heat rushing through his body even at the small contact and he found himself wanting more. “You–you’re a desire demon.” From his readings, Desire Demons were supposed to craft a fantasy of your perfect life, one you would never want to leave as they fed off your life force.

It had a name. Sigyn. The name didn’t sound demonic in and of its own self, not like the “Choice Spirit”, Imshael, that he killed in Emprise du Lion.

“Mahanon.” He said before he could stop himself, “My name is Mahanon.”

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“I’ve been told many things.” Sigyn said obtusely, stopping in front of him and raising his hand to drag the back of one talon tipped finger down the side of his face. “Oh, you are a clever one, aren’t you.” He said with a smile, “Yes, I suppose I could be considered among one of those wanton creatures that dwell here. Though, truth be told, it is far more complicated than that.” He was stronger than them, he knew this, different from those leeches that needed hosts to experience the real world. He didn’t. He had memories of not being in the Fade, feeling wind and water, and being very much himself.

“Mmm...” he hummed, leaning into him as if he were going to kiss him, “Mahanon. That’s a beautiful name.”

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Mahanon looked around, taking in the opulence he found himself in. The last thing he remembered was laying down in his bed in Skyhold, but this seemed so real, as if if he reached out, he would be able to feel the coolness of the silk, the plush of the velvet, the heat of the torches and the fireplace.

At the voice, he turned, swallowing heavily. This had to be a dream, had to be. he had to be in the Fade, but not the Fade he remembered, the barren wasteland of nightmares and monsters.

It was a demon, as far as he could tell, though it looked like no demon that’s ever tumbled out of a Rift. It was beautiful, for one thing, not grotesque and terrifying. A sarong sat low on trim hips, its skin a deep ebony that did nothing to disguise how powerful it was built. Horns curled out from its’ temples, pushing aside long crimson hair that fell around its’ waist in gentle waves. Cracks spidered over the surface of its skin, glowing hotly, yet he knew that if he were to touch it, it’s skin would be smooth and so very soft.

His hand twitched with the sudden need to touch and he backed up a step.

“What…what are you?”

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At the halting question, Sigyn chuckled.

“It isn’t obvious?” He asked, approaching the elf. Such a handsome thing, he was. Brilliant green eyes, lovely vallaslin, and he was tall, so much taller than all the other elves he’s ever come into contact with. “I’m a demon, or so I’ve been told.” He had dim memories of another time, other people, other places, but every time he tried to hold onto those memories they slipped away.

Pushing the thought aside, he circled him, appraising him, reaching out to lightly touch him.

“You may call me Sigyn.” he said, “Might I know your name, little elf? I should know it if we are to be spending time together.” He could keep him here, in this world, for as long as he wanted, whether the other wanted to stay or not. Something the other denizens were unable to do. It made him so much more powerful than they, as would be trespassers quickly found out.

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archerlavellan

“My, my.” Sigyn said, looking at the elf that had someone made his way into his corner of the Fade. He was no mage, that much he could tell, but he still had a connection to the Fade. Perhaps from that mark shining oh so brightly from his palm. “What have we here?”

[stormwielder]

(Sonofnornheim) Sigyn swept aside an attack with his blade, kicking the foe away before slashing at them, the smell of fresh blood flooding the air as they fell. He could see Thor doing battle of his own, lightening arcing from his hammer as he sent shockwaves out, knocking back enemies. The air rippled and he saw the Battlemage gathering energy, flames swirling around his hands. "Thor!" Running, he shoved him out of the way, the flames meant for the Prince engulfing his body in a maelstrom.

Thor wasn’t quite sure what had happened, only that he had his eyes set on an enemy one moment and then the next — he was on the ground.  The thunderer was up on his feet in a near-instant, only to see Sigyn engulfed in flames.  ”No!” he screamed, eyes wide.  The flames were too hot to go near, and so Thor cut it off at its source — by sending Mjolnir straight into the Battlemage’s chest.  Thor turned back to where he saw Sigyn, but part of him didn’t want to look.  He didn’t know if he could take seeing his love burned in such a way…

[stormwielder]

Thor chuckled softly, holding Sigyn close.  He didn’t care what form his love was in — he would adore and protect him regardless.  “I am unsure of what we’ll do, but nothing will part me from you,” he promised in a quiet murmur.  

“I love you, too,” Thor whispered quietly, looking over Sigyn’s form.  He traced some of the markings with one finger before trailing up the horns on his head.  “Does this… hurt?  Or… well.  Can you feel it?”

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“It feels...warm.” Sigyn said as he pulled away slightly, raising a hand to look at the red/orange lines that grouped at his palm and spread out down his arm. They were heaviest on his chest and shoulders, forming almost a mantle. He read somewhere that the placement meant something, but he couldn’t recall what. “They do not hurt; I can’t even feel them.”

He shivered slightly as Thor’s finger ran over where the skin parted, allowing the horns to extend out form his skull. That area was sensitive, but it wasn’t painful.

“The horns were heavy, at first, like constantly wearing a helm.“ He said pensively. “It’s an odd feeling, having something pull on either side of your head. But I...got used to it I suppose. The more I’m in this form, they more comfortable I feel in it.”