#iotunheim

[ban1te]

you do not know how to date? amateur.

❛❛ you sound almost disappointed, your highness. were you expecting to be swept off your feet ? pathetic. ❜❜ 

[tri5kelion]

⛤ ║ ▌︔ ᴬ ᴵ ᴿ ﹚ ⁀➷ a question from @iotunheim : ' you don't think we could be friends , do you ? '

question is met with so much hesitation . confliction sits heavy upon her chest , matching the weight of responsibility upon her shoulders . she could sense the power radiating from other , sensed the intimidation and superiority of his craft . a powerful friend to have . and an even scarier enemy . it seemed that being his friend would be the more sensible option out of the two . but friendship was hard . friendship was complicated and demanding in ways marina was vastly unfamiliar with .

was she even capable of that ?

a few moments pass before she's pushing a small over her lips , that gentle softness she'd mastered so long ago . " i don't see why not . " reassurance and hopefulness lifting every word . " i think we could help each other , don't you ? "

[tri5kelion]

⛤ ║ ▌︔ ᴬ ᴵ ᴿ ﹚ ⁀➷ a question from @iotunheim : ' you look ridiculous in that outfit , by the way . '

she knows it . she feels it . everything itched , everything felt heavy , entire get - up one big overstimulation . she'd give anything to trade fancy dress for sweats and an oversized hoodie . but she'd promised her sisters . it was their birthday , after all . a night where marina gets to feel normal , where vesta gets to blow off some steam . she'd promised she'd behave , conform , just this once . and she intended to keep that promise .

glare seem to burrow into the other , as if hoping look alone would warn him of the consequences should this line of conversation continue . no words are exchanged , no hint of annoyance on her face . just her gaze , menacing and heavy , willing him to tread carefully .

[saturnmused-a]

@iotunheim asked: where is my favourite little human pet?

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐍 lips at the god's crooning welcome, & keanu reaches out to 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 himself in loki's arms, a soft chuckle releasing from depths of throat. he can't help himself, & he's sure the other can feel how he exudes warm affection in the other's presence. ❝ it's always a pleasure to see you, loki, ❞ the empath says fondly ;

& there is no attempt to 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 the way he feels, even if other doesn't reciprocate. keanu's never been one to be ashamed, especially not in matters of the heart. he craves it too much, too strongly to feel averse to it. ❝ are you going to be 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 a while ? do you care for a home-cooked meal, or maybe some time alone together in the bedroom ? ❞ he's also unabashed about what he wants, & what he often gets.

[irnmade]

　　　❝ relax , i’m not saying you’re wrong , @iotunheim . . . just that i’m unequivocally , undeniably , and scientifically correct . happens all the time ; i’m used to it . ❞

[ban1te]

dear enver,

i am quite interested in seeing the glory of the city you rule and i will make my blessrd self present at your court. i believe some preparations are in order as you will be hosting a king. golden statues and feasts are the barest minimum that i will accept. see you in the near future.

yours truly,

loki, god of mischief. prince of asgard. the rightful king of jotunheim and your only friend.

dear my would be husband loki

everything will be ready for you, my prince.

as will i, i will be awaiting with anticipation for your arrival. i cannot wait to take your hand and show you what i've accomplished. together we can bask in the glory. together we can cause quite a spectacle. and people would look at us, they'd be jealous. oh loki, can you imagine it?

i cannot believe you're coming here. to see me and my city.

and you will be treated like a king, anything you ask, anything you want, i'll give it to you. i do not bow down to anyone, your highness. but for you, i'd get on my knees.

forever yours, enver gortash [ underneath is a drawing of a heart with their names inside it ]

[fina1act]

sing for me, devil.

›   𝑼𝑵𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 ╱ always accepting.

there was a dangerous fire that flickered in his eyes when he peered at the god before him. the gall of him. he regarded. he looks him up and down in a manner of contempt. he wasn't impressed with some young prince bossing him around like he was a blushing peach. his jaw tensed before suddenly like a crack of the whip, he laughs, just as devious as the look in his eyes. ❛ do i look like some jester at court ? here to sing and dance for you my prince ? to bend over for someone like you. ❜ he mocks ❛ and they say the devil is vain . . . no more than a god it seems. ❜ he takes a step daringly close, his voice lowered. ❛ if you want to be entertained so badly, i know a few delicious ways to make you sing, that would reach the very halls of valhalla ❜

[victoriousfidelity]

@iotunheim sent: 🥂💋 send 🥂💋 to share a toast and a kiss with my muse on new year's eve. | no longer accepting.

It isn't as though the people of Asgard need an excuse for a raucous celebration, but the changing of the year is as good a reason as any. Tonight's is decidedly raucous, though Sigyn hasn't been paying attention to the wider festivities for quite some time; instead, she has been kept well and truly distracted by a certain Prince.

The sound of increased cheering reaches them in the secluded corner they've been occupying, and Sigyn feels herself smiling into their kiss.

"Happy New Year, Loki."