#slysmith

[masterofstorms]

That Behind Doors

 { slysmith}

It was another day, the sun beaming in through his window making the darkness scurry away in pure fear. Oh. Isn’t that is how he likes it. 

He crawled out of bed, moving to dress and be on his way. The whore in his bed not making a sound as she gathered her things and fled his chambers before he even remembered his adventures last night. 

He casually for what was expected of him. A simple shirt tailored to his form and pants tucked into his boots. This morning he had not the patience for tying armor… 

The walk from his room to his brother’s was not long, but if the king had not the patience for armor, he had not the patience for walking. Calling his hammer that rang with a dark song, he flew himself from his window to the balcony of his brother’s chambers. 

"Hn." He let the hammer drop to the ground hitting hard against the marble. "Shouldn’t you be attending to my affairs by now?"

[diem]

Greeter; ∟ mageprinceloki kingoftheravens ovaettr thequeenfrigga & slysmith

      Iðunn pulled a face at the gown she wore, a       new one to replace the tattered skirts of the       one she previously donned. "I care very little       for Æsir fashion," she lamented, heaving a       rather dramatic sigh as she flopped onto her       stomach on the bed. "... Why anyone would       desire to squeeze themselves into a gown       five sizes too small is beyond me! And don't       even get me started on corsets!"

[sonofnornheim-archive]

Banished // Closed

slysmith

Jötunheim was cold. Snow melted and boiled away the moment it touched his skin, but the wind still ripped through him, violent shivers starting not long after the portal closed and the blistering heat of Muspelheim vanished. The snow melted and boiled under his feet, but the frigid air kept it from staying warm and he had to start moving before he was frozen in ice. Sigyn conjured a thick fur cloak and lined clothing, forgoing the customs of his people of wearing very little clothing. It helped some, but that wind...

The cold was like knives, piercing his skin with such ferocity that he was surprised that he didn't start bleeding from it. The glow of his markings started to dim as his core body temperature started to plummet. Cold could kill an Eldjötun just as easily as any blade, only slower, more agonizing. They needed heat, warmth, the same way a Jötun needed the cold.

His father's political connections couldn't help him, somehow get his banishment lifted, it was their fault he was banished in the first place. Still cursing Eldjötun politics, he trudged through the snow, the cold seeping through the thick boots and starting to penetrate his skin.

The snow storm he walked through only seemed to get worse the further he went, going on memory to where he thought the nearest Jötun settlement was. Maybe a guard there would grant him a quick death, instead of a slow one by freezing.

The cold leeched all his energy from him and it was getting harder and harder to move through the snow and wind, his hand raised to protect his face from the blowing snow as the wind suddenly shifted, hitting him head on and making him falter. Falling to his knees, he curled in on himself, his teeth chattering so hard his jaw hurt, the racking shivers making every muscle scream. Closing his eyes tight, he tried to surround himself in an aura of flames. Something, anything, to stay warm. Nothing happened and he hugged himself, rocking back and forth in the snow as he pulled the cloak tighter around his frame in a fruitless attempt to block out the wind. The ground came closer, the snow barely melting as it touched his skin and he didn't even feel the flakes start to gather as he lost consciousness.

[worthierthanyou-archive]

"Thor!" Loki shouted, teeth revealed as he growled at his brother, though he was shaking from head to toe. "What were you thinking?! Even you cannot face such a beast alone! You could have been killed!" he yelled, marching up to the thunderer and shoving his shoulder back but without any real force. His eyes were glimmering with unshed tears. "You complete and utter dolt! Don't you dare leave me alone with these people! Don't you dare do that again!"

My muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. Yell at them.

Thor had been on the verge of beaming, about to turn to his brother and make light of the situation. It had been a close encounter, though as far as Thor was concerned, he’d been the clear victor— of course, the beast would surely have felled any lesser warrior than he! “You exaggerate, brother,” he said instead, chastened. He took a step back as Loki shoved at his shoulder, expression sheepish as a hand moved to run through his matted locks. “The creature proved no match for the Mighty Thor! Surely this is cause for celebration!”

But Loki’s expression made him think differently, and he frowned to see the shimmer of tears in his brother’s irises. “Loki?” he questioned, taking a step forward, cupping the other’s cheeks in both calloused palms. “I am perfectly well.” His voice dropped to a hushed murmur. “You don’t need to be afraid.”

[sigynasynjur]

Growing Trust (closed)

slysmith Sigyn walked through the shelter as the coordinator walked beside him. He was only half listening as she pointed out this Pet and that, listing their various qualities. Great cook, pathologically spotless, great as a body guard. None of them held any interest in him. He had finally given in to his friends taunting him for not having one, they all had one, but he never did. Sigyn researched it extensively, doing all his "homework". There were several breeders in the area, he could have gotten a child and trained them as he saw fit, but then he had seen a banner: Don't breed or buy while shelter Pets die. Finding a shelter, he made an appointment to see what they had and here he was. A couple reached out to him and he held their hands briefly, giving them a kind smile before moving on. He made a mental note to advertise the shelter on his blog when he returned home. A few paced in their enclosures, giving him hostile glances as he went past. Finally, he stopped at an enclosure at the end. He could see the Pet curled up in the corner, partially bathed in shadow. "What about this one?" He asked. "Oh no, Sir. You don't want this one." The coordinator said, "Jotun, came from an abusive Master. Frightfully anti-social." He had stopped listening, crouching down in front of the enclosure. "Hello, there." Sigyn said gently, "can you come out? I'd like to see you. My name is Sigyn, what's yours?"

[thunderkingodinson]

"Alright. How much?"

Hooker AU

Thor swallowed hard as he looked up at the new client. It was a slow night and he hadn't been expecting anyone to approach today. 

"Depends what you looking for." He replied smoothly, getting into character. "Five hundred an hour for vanilla." He stepped closer, giving the other a list filled gaze. "Though I'm willing to negotiate." Thor gave him a sultry smile.

[thunderkingodinson]

"I'm going to make you tremble."

Thor kept a straight face as he continued to stare ahead all the while listening to Loki's words. 'Is that so?" He whispered through clenched teeth. "I'd like to see you try." The thunderer challenged.