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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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( 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—

You don't taste like chai down there. [ Crawling up Billy's body, he rests on bent elbows either side of his head and nuzzles a cheek. ] You want to try it?

[ His lips hover just out of reach but the offer is there. ]

I would be more than a little concerned if I did. ( fingers slide out of loki's hair, though--shit down, run over his back, under the shirt he's wearing to grab for his ass. )

Not mine. ( that'd be more than a little weird, for starters. but billy's leaning up to try and kiss loki anyway. )

[ His knees stay dug into the blankets and his hips don't move down when Billy gropes him, although he is entirely welcome to. He casually keeps his lower half away by mere inches, sharing a bitter kiss with Billy that carries over the aftertaste of come; Loki can't say he isn't waiting to see if he'll like it or throw a fit. ]

( his brows furrow at the taste, but he doesn't voice a complaint. though it'd be hard not to notice how pointedly loki's keeping away from him. billy remembers last time well enough--how fast he'd gone soft after. he slides his hand around loki's hip with some hesitance--not because he's afraid of what he'd find, but touching loki's dick is slightly new territory. )

Salty.

Exactly like you, then.

[ He drops to the side, an arm draped around Billy's waist as he buries his nose in the curve of a neck and cuddles close. Cosy. Warm. Hard, but that can change if he ignores it or thinks about a dozen other things in the interim. ]

M'sleepy again, [ he's not, but he ought to make a compelling case, ] shrooms lingering on the brain ...

( a quiet laugh follows that, body shifting to rest his weight on a hip as he leans in towards loki, shifts his free hand to reach for one of loki's own while his palm grinds down soft against the erection still lingering under the godling's boxers. )

You're not that sleepy. ( he murmurs low, noses in against loki's hair. ) Let me touch you.

[ A grunt lodges in his throat, somewhere between pleasured and pained; hips cant back instinctively and he places a hand over Billy's wrist. ]

No, it's ... this is fine, don't bother. [ The nose in his hair is so nice, he groans as he shakes his head on the pillow. ] I want to sleep now.

( he may still be in that post-orgasm phase, but--billy recognizes him moving away easily enough. his hand moves back immediately, lips pressing together. )

I don't really care about doing any of that, you know. ( the touching, the grinding, loki's mouth on him through his sweats. ) I mean--I like it, yeah? But if you're uncomfortable with it, we really don't need to do any of it.

Don't be stupid, of course I love seeing you worked up like that. I'm just tired, that's all.

[ He slides a hand up to cup Billy's cheek, coaxing him down for another kiss. A smiles hitches up and Loki bats his lashes sleepily, aiming for a convincing excuse. ]

I can't enjoy anything when I need a nap, Kaplan! Breathless and exhausted, let me catch my breath with you.

You like touching me. ( but he's not saying jack shit about the other way around. still, he leans into the kiss, even if he definitely looks a little salty over it. ) But you don't want me touching you. Not like that.

( same as last time, when loki got him off and immediately shut down after. )

I do! Don't twist the absence of my words. I want you plastered over me like butter on bacon, Billy!

[ Unnerved as the feeling in his gut is becoming again, he catches a chin between thumb and forefinger and peers up insistently. ]

It's ... nothing you're responsible for.

( butter so doesn't go on bacon. but that's not the point and he understands that well enough. his lips twist into an unpleasant half-scowl, but. )

It's fine, I'm not worried over it. ( maybe he's not good enough but he hasn't even tried yet for loki to make that assessment, unless he did before, the him who was here previously, but he's sure loki would have mentioned that. unless it was horrible. maybe more so if it was, just to tease. but it's a little weird to want to be intimate but only to please your partner, not--yourself. so there's probably something deeper than that. ) You'll tell me when you're ready.

Edited 2017-12-16 22:01 (UTC)

Billy, you look worried. [ Please, sir. He runs his thumb lightly over soft lips, smoothing at that scowl. ] I don't know when I'll be better.

[ Something very soft aches in his heart. ]

You don't have to wait for me, it's tedious.

That's just my face. ( but all of this does. really make him wonder what happened to loki. this loki, who flirts around like crazy, who kisses and clings and needs a shitton of attention. who smiles and plays around like it's a game, but-- )

Like I said, I--I haven't even been past second base. I'm not in any rush for any of this, I don't mind. . waiting?

( if he could be with teddy for as long as he had been and not go further, this is nothing. )

A relationship's a two-way street. It takes effort on both ends. Whatever this is, it's--it's not like it's going to ruin everything? If you--uh, ( shit how does he word this. ) if you have issues, that's something we can work through. Just let me know?

[ He doesn't have issues! Who has issues? Not Loki!! Except he does and he can't lie to escape that fact when Billy has noticed he isn't committing entirely to their relationship, whatever it is. His lips part on a stutter as he tries to figure out the best explanation or not-quite-untruth, embarrassment turning his tongue into lead. ]

It's — I'm not, not ...

[ An eyetooth bites his lip hard, trying to get a handle on mild panic. ]

I'm not broken.

[ In case Billy is starting to suspect such a thing. ]

Of course you're not. ( and panic is something he's more than well acquainted with. billy squirms his way up the bed a bit, moves to wrap his arms around loki's shoulders as he presses his face back into the other's hair, one leg moving to wrap over his waist. holding onto him tight, giving him an anchor of sorts.

something to hold onto. to wrap himself up in. )

I won't make any assumptions. Or--I'll try not to. You don't have to talk to me now if you don't want to, either. Just--whenever you feel comfortable, okay? I'm here. ( a shaky breath in. ) I'm not going anywhere.

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