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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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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. )

Absolutely, if you think I don't want to suck you off then I'd better make my stance on the matter clearer.

[ Kisses veer southward but only as far as a navel, dipping his tongue in. He holds Billy steady around his ribs so every arch only goes so far and he can't thrust up against anything for friction. All he gets is Loki's mouth, in words and deeds.

Just not the one he talks about. ]

There's this one technique, it's when your partner milks you with the tip of your cock massaged by their throat and you can't pull out, you have to endure their tongue running up and down your dick as they try to suck you off without really moving. Unless you grip their hair and push them even further down, that's always allowed.

[ Not that Billy will know it yet but Loki has to suffer a burgeoning erection of his own, his own imagery working against him. Teeth nip at the softest skin beneath a belly-button, flattering a trail of dark hair with a lick. ]

You just lie back [ conveniently, like Billy is now, ] with a head in your lap and let them drink down everything you have to give ...

But I don't want this to just be a thing that happens, either.

( shit. he doesn't stand a chance. loki talks, and it's effecting him as much as if he was touching him--but billy arches his hips up, tries to get that friction he craves off of something, and gets--fucking nothing. he can't reach loki like this, can't grind up against him to help relieve some of the ache.

hands press over his face to try and hide just how red he is, whines as he squirms to try and get out of loki's grip, to try and press up against something. the muscles of his stomach tighten when loki nips at skin, shudders as he gives another loud, needy moan.

loki's won this battle. there's no fucking way billy's going to be able to turn that down. not that he had any intentions of saying no to begin with, just-- )

Give me--uh. .

( a few days, he means to say. not that he's not ready right now; there's already a small stain of precum against his sweats, and billy's definitely not relenting on trying to move his hips up, cants them back down into the mattress since moving up isn't getting him anywhere. what's stopping him?

a blowjob is a little more but it's still not--everything. billy does tend to rush head first into things, rushed head-first right into loki's mouth before they even stopped to talk, but. )

Give me two days? Just two. I don't--want it to be a one way thing either, so.

Anything you want, sure. A year if you like.

[ Getting Billy so wound up is a prize in and of itself, the sight of him writhing and the feel of it ... Loki hopes to record him like this once day, a needy squeaky mess.

He helps hold down a hip. Rests his cheek on a warm stomach, batting lashes brushing the blushing skin. ]

Compromise: I use my mouth, your slacks stay on?

( he is a mess--there's nothing for him to grind up against, nothing to press to, nothing to help him get off and maybe it'd be easier to just. reach his hand down and do it himself, even if it's right in front of loki. even if that'd be embarrassing all on it's own; loki already mentioned watching billy get himself off was one of his shower fantasies, maybe he's trying to drive him mad to get that out of him.

curses pass his lips, low and under his breath and that's it, he can't--lay like this anymore. billy takes a deep breath in--it shudders back out soon after. another breath in, and he's nodding his head: )

Yeah. Yeah, that's okay--yes.

[ The wet heat of his mouth closing over damp stain is immediate, soaking cotton to mold the shape of a hard dick as he catches the fat tip between gentle teeth and rubs his tongue over it, back and forth, kneading more bitter precome out of a hidden slit. Loki intends to pay the rest of Billy's cock a fine amount of attention but, to start with, he pins his hips down and moans through fabric, giving him something to grind against and take the edge off. ]

( two days, he'd said. give him two days to--what? mentally prepare himself? loki already has his mouth pressed down against him, he can feel the wetness of him, the heat of his mouth, leaking through his pants. it feels good, too good; hips spasm and try to press up despite loki's hold on his hips, moans and whimpers passing his lips.

and the more attention loki gives him, the less he feels like waiting. billy moves both hands down without much thought, hooks fingers in under the waistband of boxer briefs and sweatpants alike to try and push them down. )

[ Oh, nonono. Billy isn't allowed to switch up the rules just because his cock is greedy: Loki takes those hands before they can lower the waistband and presses them into the bed instead. ]

Two days.

[ That's what Billy insisted when his mind was clearer, that's his own burden to bear which Loki will respect even as he finally flattens cloth down the length of an erection in slow, open-mouthed sucks and laves at the whole length of him. Nuzzling lower, he laps at the curve of balls to seen if his impatient lover would like those played with, too ...

In forty-eight hours. ]

Fuck. ( breathless even as he squirms down against the mattress—loki’s denial seems to have only stirred him up even more, cock twitching against wet cotton as loki’s mouth continues to play over him. there’s a small patch of precum which only grows larger the more he moves. the godling has his hands, so he doesn’t even bother trying to use them anymore—instead takes a few deep breaths through his mouth, chews at the inside of his lower lip, whines and moans as his mouth moves lower, only to jerk his hips up with a startled gasp as loki’s tongue moves over his balls.

it’s a lot. but it feels really good, and he’s definitely losing himself in it, fingers curling into his palms and nails digging hard into skin. ) You’re—such a menace. Loki—

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