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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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( 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—

[ Billy sure does love menaces, point in fact. Loki's chuckles muffle against damp cotton as he smiles, baring his teeth so Billy can feel them ghost his balls before they are replaced with soft lips and wet heat again in long stripes, root to tip. Can he trust Billy to keep a hand in Loki's hair? He takes a chance, guiding one set of fingers to his head.

That's just to free up a hand of his own to stroke the other half of a cock he isn't tormenting, kneading him slow and hard to keep a constant pace going as he flicks his tongue over that telling stain, again and again. He reads Billy's gasps and the cant of his hips, devoting himself to putting his mouth wherever it is most wanted. Taking pride in knowing those unspoken details.

Maybe Billy will blush too much in the future to get out any Silvertongue jokes, after this. ]

( considering how red his face is already, it’s highly likely. his fingers dig into loki’s hair, threading through strands and tangling through it, gripping gently before releasing it to comb through them, and gripping tight again after—as if he can’t quite decide what to do with his fingers. he wants to touch loki more, wants to help him get off but it’s—a little hard when he’s way down there and billy’s not quite sure what to do.

he spreads his legs out a little more with a low huff, bends his legs up at the knees and shifts the leg he has on loki’s back off to press heels into the mattress instead, moans again as loki’s mouth finds a particularly sensitive patch of skin, shudders hard when his tongue moves over the stain of precum. is he—trying to lick at it through his pants? fuck. )

I’m—not going to last long like this, Loki, I— ( he sucks in a deep breath, stomach heaving with the effort it’s taking just to form coherent words. ) Can I touch you, too?

[ An apprehensive lump lodges in the pit of his stomach when Billy asks to touch him, a long-curdled fear in the wake of Tony abandoning him after everything (especially a whispered confession after they were intimate, his feelings are much the same with Billy). So he shakes his head and plays it off like this is just one more bratty move. They don't have the time or energy to deal with Loki's issues tonight. ]

And ruin my view? Not tonight.

[ More like ruin Billy's experience once he notices Loki has trouble finding release, emotionally twisted up about such an act. He works harder to get him off after that, face buried in Billy's crotch as he worships him with an insistent tongue and sucks harder on those pique-points, fingers lacing with those on the bed. ]

You're so cute when you come in your pants, Billy, you know I love it.

[ Fuel to the fire, but no lies. ]

( and billy’s stupidly easy. youth and inexperience mixed together are a really bad combination when he’s trying not to come from an insistent tongue, when he wants to reach down and touch loki, too. it’s. hard not to notice how one-sided their times like this have been—this time and the last, he’s worked to get billy off, but hasn’t let him touch. it feels more than a little selfish: letting himself get off and not doing anything for loki, but.

focusing on how selfish it is tends to be a little difficult when loki’s mouth is working harder, licking and sucking in places that has billy whimpering and twisting his hips up to get more friction, fingers gripping hard onto loki’s hair and to the hand holding onto his own. it doesn’t take him much longer at all until he’s coming with a cry of loki’s name on his lips as he digs his heel in hard into the godling’s shoulder blade, putting pressure there and to the heel on the bed to lift himself up against that mouth. )

[ There's no disappointment in making Billy come without the promise of release for himself, not when Loki basks in the fact he can provoke these responses in the added knowledge they're welcome. More than, if the way Billy arches and moans is any indication, seared in Loki's memory forever.

Deft fingers tug up the waistband of those slacks just before Billy comes so he stripes his abs and chest with white ropes, and these Loki chases with eager licks soon after the last spurt is done. Broad strokes of the same agile tongue ensure no drips slide down a waist to stain his furs, huffing laughter to make a game of it.

And when that is done, he rests a cheek on Billy's hip and catches his breath, nosing there affectionately. ]

( that was unexpected. billy doesn’t even notice for the first few moments, panting to catch his breath and calm down from the orgasm-induced high—only to find loki licking at his stomach, lapping at streaks of cum over his skin. it earns him yet another groan as he lifts his head just to drop it back against the furs, eyes squeezing shut so he doesn’t see any of that.

feeling it is bad enough, exciting enough. watching loki lick it off of him and swallow it is just going to get him overly hot again, and that’s—that’s a little too much for him right now, especially when loki’s tongue starts working over his chest. fingers slide restlessly through loki’s hair, kneading through it as he takes a few deep breaths, tries to steady himself. )

You—you just— ( who does that? ) I can’t believe you—

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