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[frostkingoftheapocalypse]

@untamedtempest replied to your post “//.”

Take things out my cold dead hands <3

[frostkingoftheapocalypse]

¿ - (( a festive, joyful touch, embrace, dragging, or hold )) ( floof verse )

—Even if he had not given permission for the sake of their ruse, the purr was very real, oscillating from beneath his great head onto the shelf that was Asgardian’s leather-clad shoulder. It seemed strange that a simple grip up and over could cause such a beast to bow to another’s Will, like a sack slung over a saddle, or a prize that had been hunted and subdued, but that was exactly what they wished to convey, and so the fingers that delved into pelt behind his ear was tolerated.

Loki was begrudging to give any admittance that it was comfortable, to be effectively cuddled into the body he had been protecting the past few days. With his thick, frost-repelling fur by night, and rock-piercing claws by day, they were almost out of the danger zone. But not quite.

“Ooo he is quite lovely!” the guardian squealed, excitement stamping a rapid beat to his hooves as he clapped his bizarre long hands, somewhat discordantly to the pipe music and drums the rest of them were shaking to, “Oh, oh, you must tell us how you seduced this one, Ceannóir Ceannóir, we too would like one for our court!”

Though the idea of slavery near goaded hackles to rise in distaste, like a solid, rotten stone-fruit wedged in his throat, the Frost Prince was luckily better disciplined than to break cover over mere feelings. Instead transferring some of his weight into the smaller in support, and closing bright crimsons in a docile huff.

The ways of this land was not of their jurisdiction, nor any of their concern. They were here for one being only - not to attempt to incite change where Loki knew none was to be had.