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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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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. ]

--oof. ( there's no need to struggle against his hold so billy--doesn't, lets himself land with his back to the wall and front towards loki, even tilts his head back to give him a little more room to work with when he starts kissing at his neck. but it doesn't take him long to notice what loki's doing exactly. with a breathy laugh, billy moves his hands up, presses them to the top of loki's head and shoves down a bit, tries to get him to move his mouth lower.

since this isn't a problem, but-- ) I don't mind the marks, but at least put them where I can cover them up. ( nobody likes to wander around with hickeys!! )

What's the point of putting down my claim if some lecherous geezer isn't going to see it and think twice about hitting on you?

[ His mouth is warm from sharing kisses with Billy and this heat paints its way lower to the dip of a collar. ]

Doing you a favour ...

I'm a lot less popular than you think I am. Nobody's going to hit on me.

( he moves lower, though--so billy lets up on the pressure, moves his hands down to trace over the line of loki's spine at the nape of his neck, tucks under his shirt. legs shift, one knee curling in against the bed while he moves to hook the ankle of another around loki's calf, pulling him in closer. )

I know of a lake I can dump the bodies if anyone does. [ WINK!!

Laughter muffles on Billy's tshirt as Loki ducks his head, skimming the cotton higher and planting a kiss on a midriff, then a long lick as far as bunched fabric will go. A purr starts in his throat as he settles in, limbs aligning, and he peeks up with his chin resting on a stomach. ]

Million dollar question: higher or lower?

Edited 2017-12-15 18:48 (UTC)

No, no body dumpings, no bodies. ( murder is not a good answer to anything, especially not flirting and hitting on someone. gosh.

a shudder runs down his spine as a tongue licks across his stomach, one hand raising to his mouth to help stifle the startled moan he makes. the question catches him off guard, one leg moving to wrap around loki, heel pressing into his back. )

Higher? I--uh. ( a moment's pause, to take in a deep breath. ) I haven't gone passed second base.

[ GOSH BILLY HE WOULDN'T MURDER THEM REALLY. Just bankrupt them or something, whatever.

It may be a subconscious reaction to hearing that news when he licks his lips, obediently pecking higher until he comes to a nipple; then he drags his mouth over it with murmurs, thoughtfully sparing time to lick around a darker circle of skin. ]

You know, as I told David, I am the patron god of certain sexual acts ... [ No one in Asgard was blowing dicks before Loki did it, better believe. Or at least they weren't doing it well. ] It's one of my favourite past-times, if you ever want to indulge me.

[ For now, he's happily laving a nipple and catching it carefully between his teeth, free hand petting a navel. ]

( there are certain things he trusts loki not to do and things he's not quite sure where the boundaries are. not that he expects murder out of him, but--throwing people out onto a frozen lake in the middle of nowhere? definitely something loki would do.

he hears the words, but billy's much more distracted by loki's mouth, tongue over his chest, teeth pressing into sensitive skin and billy can't help the way he's arching into it, soft groan against lips pressed tightly together as he moves a hand up to thread fingers through loki's hair.

it feels good, like this--and loki's definitely ruining any chances billy has of arguing against it. before, he was busy--living with his parents, rules about having boys in his room too late, school work and heroing and dozens of other things preventing him and teddy from really doing anything. here, there's no curfews. no rules. )

Later? I don't want it to just--be a thing that happens. You know?

A thing. [ He feels so old, sometimes. ] Of course not, whatever you want.

[ For the time being he switches to Billy's other nipple and lavishes that in loving attention, scratches scoring down his sides as Loki's mind wanders. He's still allowed to talk about it, isn't he? All that teasing about Silvertongue earlier ... ]

I've thought about it since I held you in my hand, wondered what you'd feel like stroking your cock down my throat as you moan with pleasure ...

( saying higher really didn't. help any at all. loki's mouth may not be lower, but the attention he's giving billy is just as bad as if it were. hips move to press up into loki, and the thin cotton fabric of his pants definitely isn't doing him any favors in hiding how hard he's getting, how much loki's words are really effecting him.

billy moves both hands up, grips onto some of the furs close to his head, digs his heel into loki's shoulder blade as he rolls hips up into him, moans and bites down into his lower lip. )

You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? ( teasing him. making him want it. not that it's--hard. he's young, it doesn't take much to get billy hot and bothered. )

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