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The Yule Log

who: The Norse and everyone else in the city!
what: The Norse celebrate Yule. Gods help everyone.
when: December 22nd, Winter Solstice
where: Somewhere outside
warnings: Alcohol, drugs, animal sacrifice, blood play, rough foreplay, sex. Will update if necessary.

The Yule celebration has gotten underway on the Winter Solstice and it promises to be a most interesting night. The Norse have gone all out with this affair to make sure it's going to be a success. First thing to be spotted is a bonfire, so big that you might want to be careful not to trip around it, because you'll fall right in. There's plenty of room for dancing too, if you feel like grooving to a beat that's a little more unusual than most.

The Yule celebration shares a lot of similarities with Christmas, so it's a good time for gift giving. There's little shoes on a table, mimicking the tradition where Odin would leave presents for good children by putting them in their shoes. Claim one as your own and maybe a friend will leave a gift inside one for you. Watch it though. Any grinches will be fed to the Yule Cat.

There's a table set up to the right of the bonfire with food, mostly of the hearty kind that the Norse seem to prefer, and of course, lots of alcohol. Please remember not to get into any drinking contests with the gods. They will observe no responsibility for what happens afterward.

There are also mushrooms for consumption, provided by everyone's favorite psychotic Viking, Ivar The Boneless. These ones are directly from his home world, which means they come with a variety of side effects. They have the ability to make a person hallucinate quite a bit. But they can also make people much more horny than usual. Lastly, there's the effect that hits some people in making them extremely violent. Sometimes one effect hits, sometimes more than one. In any case, anyone who consumes some is assured to have an...interesting time.

On a lighter note, there's mistletoe scattered around, hung from the trees and tent beams. Fun fact: the Vikings were the first one to use it for the tradition of kissing. Of course, they also believed it was a plant that was powerful enough to kill a god, so the kissing was ostensibly for protection.

At the height of the night, there will be an animal sacrifice done. A goat is slaughtered and the blood from it is gathered into a couple of bowls. If you'd really like to go all out like a Viking, paint your face in the still-warm blood, or drink a little bit of it. Otherwise, enjoy freshly seared chunks of goat as it bastes over the bonfire.

Have fun, drink, fight, and remember to make your ancestors proud!

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That sounds like Supervillain High! [ Laughing as he ruffles Billy's hair (can't stop playing with it, won't stop) he rubs his eyes and groans a moment later. ] In real life, I mean.

( fingers run along loki's side, tracing up his ribcage, down to his hip as he noses in against his side. )

Remind me later to bring over gel. ( since loki keeps fussing with it. ) Wraiths, trolls, wargs. . But it seems dumb to have enemy races.

I have gel and hairspray. I have straighteners and curling tongs, Billy, should you need them. Also, make-up and stuff.

[ Life requires such things! Of course he has rubbish lying around to beautify himself and fuss like the vain bird he is. ]

How about enemies are numerous and made up of all races, just like the heroes you may select?

I only need one of those things, but I'll keep that in mind. ( he should probably bring over a spare toothbrush, too, if sleepovers are going to be a consistent thing. but that's not hard to get hold of.

his hand stops just below loki's ribs, fingers curling into his shirt to grip onto it softly as he closes his eyes. )

Mm, that sounds better. ( #notallskrulls #notalllokis ) Warring factions instead of stupid race wars.

( billy's head tilts up a bit, moving to press his face in against loki's neck. ) With world-building stuff.

Mmm, sounds much more interesting if there are going to be sections of the world you can unlock ...

[ The kiss to his throat draws out a content rumble and he pecks Billy on the forehead, skimming a hand up and down his arm. After the wild dancing and carousing over ale and mushrooms, to lie still in the toasty warmth with the weight of someone he cares for is the best medicine for his headache.

The only bit of magic he dares to use is a summon for his Starkphone, the glitz of green sorcery dying down as he cycles through the endless albums to show Billy one picture in particular. ]

This fella's from Granado Espada, to be honest I'm into his thigh-highs.

( eyes shift down to look to the phone when loki starts surfing through it, pressing a yawn into his shirt. )

Those thigh-highs would look a lot better if they weren't white--but I agree, they're pretty great. As long as you don't think of the logistics of them. ( like come on, white clothes are unsafe to begin with, but white thigh-highs? think of all the dirt and other nonsense that'll show against that. )

I haven't heard of that one. Maybe we can just port in a game that already does exist?

Maybe ... and I like 'em. Picture those all dirtied up after he rolls around with another musketeer ... Handprints and the like.

[ Smirking like the trash he is, save him from himself. Billy is far too wholesome to talk sexy smack with, however, and Loki remembers this as he hears a yawn. ]

You wanna sleep?

( that hand against loki's side loosens it's grip on his shirt, instead pinches at loki's side with his thumb and index finger. )

Handprints on thigh-highs? With what--mud? ( too wholesome to get that, maybe, but--he is pressing down on loki's midsection with his palm, using that to lean up close to his ear. ) I'll leave handprints all over you.

[ Snickers die down so fast, about to agree sure, why not mud, that his voicebox may have been broken on a quiet choke. That's one way to get his full attention, as well as a surprised wide-eyed blush. ]

I ... do enjoy comparisons to memoryfoam.

[ He'll take all the handprints, kthx. ]

Leaving marks on Asgardians sounds hard. ( about as hard as it is to mark teddy in any way that won't fade within four seconds; his ability to shift organs and heal is absolutely amazing when it comes to surviving tough situations--but it's not so great when it comes to billy trying to leave hickeys on him.

billy shifts his weight back down, slides that hand under loki's shirt and presses his palm flat against him, just above boxers, middle finger brushing against the waistband. ) Mm, I wonder if magic handprints would work. .

[ Could his eyebrows fly right off his face? They may be trying to. He clears his throat and forces himself to breathe, mesmerised by each caress so that's a little longer than usual until Loki is touching Billy back, hands sliding up his arms to knead at his shoulders. Letting him have the run of Loki's twitching, sensitive body. ]

We bruise. [ This suddenly seems very important to share. ] Try pressing for as long as you can. I volunteer as tribute.

You bruise, but I don't have super human strength. ( but okay? if loki wants billy to try and bruise him, he doesn't. have an issue with it. not when he's asking for it. billy leans up a little, presses his weight in against the hand to loki's stomach, presses lips together as he lets his magic run through his hand, too; through his fingertips, his palm, down into loki's skin.

since if any part of billy's going to be able to leave marks, it's probably that. and he's not worried about hurting loki. not really. that'd take a lot more effort than this. ) Is that why you wanted me to wear your helm all night? Was that your way of marking me?

No?

[ Lying is his forte but it doesn't usually happen underneath cute young men who are pinning him with a sparkly blue hand. When he tests the strength by arching up and finds it's enough to keep him down, something between a gasp and a groan breaks free, breathless with how tired he is on top of everything else. Loki arches his back, squirming as best he can. ]

Gold looks good with your eyes ...

[ Hey, that's not lie. ]

( loki squirms and billy's pressing down harder on instinct--not quite sure if he's trying to still him or get him to squirm more. it's. empowering, to see a god pinned beneath his hands, to hear the sounds passing through his lips in response to billy pressing him down. )

You'll tell me if it's uncomfortable, right? ( because the last thing he wants to do is sit here and pin someone who doesn't want to be pinned. loki asked him to try, he's trying. ) You're usually a way better liar than that.

I don't lie to my lovers, as a rule. [ A pause, then he adds, ] If they're long-term.

[ Reaching down to cover Billy's hand, he shows him where to squeeze harder so that a nice set of fingertips will dapple his waist tomorrow. Licks his lips. ]

It doesn't hurt in a bad way.

( the distinction has him pursing his lips, fingers digging in as loki shows him to before he's leaning in, using his free hand to brace his weight against loki's shoulder while he leans in for a soft, chaste kiss. )

If you thought gold looked good with my eyes, there are plenty of other things you could have had me wear that wasn't your helm.

Yeah ... [ Pressing up into the sweet kiss, Billy all but pushes a sigh free. ] But you like wearing it. So, you can.

[ Nobody else wants to wear two ugly horns on their head when it isn't Halloween. It means something, especially considering how huge and ominous his helm used to be, the message it would send ...

Billy doesn't care about that and wears it anyway. ]

A-Ah, okay, that's enough. I think your work is done.

[ His side is sore, which is even more draining than holding eye-contact. ]

I do like wearing it. ( he speaks against loki's lips even as he's pulling his hand off of him, gently moving his hand against his chest under his shirt, even with the wispy magic still following his fingertips. if loki's theory is correct, that's--going to leave a huge mark. and if he wants to be bruised, who is billy to say otherwise. ) I wore your helm in front of your brother, in front of all the other Asgardians and vikings and whoever else came.

( nails dig softly into loki's chest, head tilting to the side to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. ) Time for a nap?

[ With Billy's hand coursing with magic, playing over his skin? Hah, no rest for the wicked. ]

I'm not sleepy anymore.

[ It comes out as a growled huff, smearing a lick across those cute lips to pry his way into a deeper kiss, figuring Billy deserves a little bit of dirty punishment for being such a tease. Loki threads his fingers through brunette locks and makes a loose fist, eager to rev up Billy's engines just as much. ]

( he wasn't even trying to be a tease--billy just likes the way his fingers feel over loki's chest, likes how soft his skin is--but he's not going to argue with more kisses. )

I'm so sorry for ruining your sleepiness.

( loki's tongue moves across his lips, and he's eager to respond, opening his mouth to let the godling in with a soft moan, fingers stopping in place just under his collarbone. he scrapes his teeth against loki's tongue, once--tilts his head to widen the kiss more comfortably after as fingers curl in. )

[ A hrmph doubts Billy is sorry at all but otherwise Loki is fully engaged in licking behind teeth and tasting the roof of a hot mouth, every moan pouring into it. With one hand ensconced in Billy's hair, the other runs down his side to brush under his tshirt in return and palm up his side, finding the softest indent at a skinny waist and kneading there absently, seeking out a hip now and then.

This is nice. This is ... normal, their new state of it, and Loki is in no hurry to stop kissing Billy like he's addicted, each sigh rising under the hand on his chest. He promised not to lie to him, after all. ]

Mmmm ...

( if this is what he gets out of it--billy isn’t sorry at all. loki tastes of chocolate, and his tongue licking over the roof of his mouth is more than enough to get a rise out of him, moans muffled against the godling’s mouth and weight shifting to lean over him a little more, angling himself a little better as he takes a quick breath through his nose, presses in tighter.

the hand to loki’s chest traces over each indent to his ribcage, maps out the shape of him. he takes his time to just touch loki, feel him. there’s no rush to it; it’s not as if either of them has anywhere else to be. when fingers find his hip, billy idly rolls his hips into the touch, weight shifting onto a forearm to keep himself steady. )

[ An infinity loop is drawn back and forth from hip-to-hip when Billy levies up his lower half, a black nail scratching lightly through a happy trail on each pass (and occasionally tracing just that), his aim to see how much sensitising Billy can take before he craves more than light caresses.

Loki's smile presses into chai-tinted lips, nibbling with an approving hum. The taste of Billy, the feel of soft sorcerous hands roaming around, it's all a heady experience that has Loki relaxing into the furs and spreading his legs on instinct, a heel digging in as he bends a knee. He could honestly lie under his industrious witch for hours. ]

( wants and asks for are two entirely different things; teasing like this is something billy is more than capable of handling, even as the muscles of his stomach twitch when loki's fingers pass over them, hips moving into the touch. he can handle this. it's going further than soft caresses that tends to push him into demanding more.

but since they're not quite going there--billy's fine like this, lets soft moans pass his lips when loki's fingers scratch against his treasure trail, pulls his mouth away for just a moment, just long enough to take in a deep breath before he's scattering kisses down over the godling's jaw, back up to the corner of his lips. his hand doesn't stop moving, either; fingers tracing along ribs, splaying across them before scraping blunt nails against his skin.

and there's a very definite curve to the corners of his lips. billy isn't quite sure what game loki is playing, but he's more than willing to go along with it. )

[ A sigh parts his lips when kisses dust down his jaw and he stretches out, grazing touches turning into sweeping gropes around Billy's waist to drag him down and across Loki's lap, hauling him onto his opposite side. Good. Between Loki and the wall there is no escape! This is the perfect position with an arm snugly around his witch to start working on a lovebite high on a neck where collars won't cover it up.

His hand runs over the thighs in his lap, skimming higher to brush up a tshirt and find that happy trail once more. ]

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