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Open RP
'It's been too long.'
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Freya fixed her gown, after being trapped in Helheim for almost a year, she looked a bit worse for wear. However she needed to get home.
Okay I've been MIA for almost a year but I just got really inspired. I doubt anyone who I roleplayed with even remembers me but if you do please drop me an ask x
Loki felt a rush of blood southwards as she seemed to savor the ghost of his taste. “As do I,” He growled and he pulled Freya to him to kiss her lips roughly.
She smiled as he pulled her into a rough kiss. Her body responded eagerly to his lips
He captured Freya’s lips between his own and ran his hands down her back, slowly, and slapped her ass- seeing how she would react.
She whimpered out as he slapped her ass however her hips jerked forward nicely. The pain gave her some twisted pleasure that she wanted more of.
Freya was not prepared for this greeting. Her heart thumped against her heavy woolen gown. Her golden locks falling down her back, like a curtain covering her. Her father and brother met Odin before her. Dropping into a curtsy, she greeted him. His eyes lingered a tad too long...
She blushed softly once more. Before nodding in agreement. "Loki."
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“I suppose that some might say that it’s been too long, my friend.”
"I supose one could say that."
She made a face. “That could be true,” she returned with a smirk. “You know me not and I could pretending to be Freya.” She laughed softly.
He smirked at her amused at the thought. “You could truly be a hag in disguise I mean no one is as beautiful as you seem to be”, he...
"Perhaps he called you silver tongue for other reasons," she purred. Green eyes alight with mischief. However she froze at his words. "The Allfather-?" she sputtered out.
Freya was lying in bed, stroking her stomach. Her pregnancy was tiring and she had gone to bed early. The door of the largest cabin in the ship swung open. Only two men dared enter this cabin. So it was no surprise that when she looked up her husband stood there. "Lay with me!"
He had spent a portion of the night out with his crew, drinking a little and perhaps teaching his men the art to seducing women. Knowing the lack of order in the tavern, a brawl was not something out of the ordinary. If he remembered correctly, he got punched twice and once with a whole bottle of ale, so he smelled the part. Pushing the door open, he smiled when he saw his wife. “Of course, now. Love." he slurred talking towards the bed, slightly wavering in his steps.
"Can you really?" she replied, her eyes flickering to his. A soft smile on her face.
"A little. I can’t tell you how, but I do." He said honestly, grinning at her.
She wrapped her arms tightly around him. "Hmmmm. I love you."
"There’s that, yes. But with me, you were always nothing but a gentle lover, or as much as that, and I still believe that… love is your main purpose."
"You never loved me."
"I prefer not to.
—As I always wished to see a damsel in distress in you, the one that requires saving. Childish and selfish as it is.”
"I am a shieldmaiden, Loki. I do not need to be saved. I can beat any man."
"Yes, yes they can. How do I not know you’re not some twisted old crone instead of the beautiful maiden before my eyes", he grinned at her deviously. He had heard tale of there being a goddess amongst the Aesir who’s beauty was unmatched. He hadn’t cared much for such rumor until he saw said goddess with his own two eyes.
She made a face. "That could be true," she returned with a smirk. "You know me not and I could pretending to be Freya." She laughed softly.
“Ah, you clearly have preferencies.”
"Do you not see me as more than that?"
“Love, of course.”
"I was made for so much more!"
“I believe, Freya, that we both do merely that what we were made for.”
"And what? What was I made for?"
“But don’t you miss the old days?”
"What? You manipulating me, getting your own way. And me thinking you loved me?"