The Yule Log

[ragnarsson]

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!

Comments

[ikols]

[ 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. ]

[wiccant]

( 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—

[ikols]

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. ]

[wiccant]

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. )

[ikols]

[ 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. ]

[wiccant]

( 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.

[ikols]

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 ...

[wiccant]

( 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.

[ikols]

[ 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.

[wiccant]

( 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.

[ikols]

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.

[wiccant]

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. )

[ikols]

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.

[wiccant]

( 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.

[ikols]

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.

[wiccant]

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?

[ikols]

[ 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. ]

[wiccant]

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.

[ikols]

[ The fastest way to immobilise Loki is not with traps or tricks, as SHIELD believes, but with an embrace built on foundations of trust and love that melt his defences in one wave. He burrows against Billy, arms curled up between two chests and fingers snagged in a pyjama top.

Billy is a bad liar. ]

It's just ... [ The quiet confession is to a neck and shoulder, unsteady sighs still warm. He closes his eyes and stays buried in Billy's arms. ] I, I thought if I gave him everything, then he could want for nothing ...

[ His voice cracks on a miserable truth, one that cuts off his mental ability to trust in anyone else these days to such a degree. ]

But it didn't mean enough. I wasn't enough, and I knew I wasn't usually but I thought, ah, maybe with one person ...

[wiccant]

Tony. ( the shitty thing is: billy's not even lying. he doesn't want to go. he--has to get tommy safe, yes. but he's sure they'll handle it without him even if he doesn't come back. and if he doesn't--what is mother even chasing after? maybe it'll just--go away? he's not good enough. he's never been good enough. he's certainly not good enough for teddy, who is perfect in every way and deserves a boyfriend who doesn't freak out so much, doesn't go through depressive stages and can't even think of the repercussions of his actions.

he and loki are both stuck in relationship that no longer exist. maybe that's why, despite everything else, even through their bitching, they've still ended up like this.

billy's grip tightens when loki's voice cracks, holds on with as much strength as he can. ) I wish I had the answer. I wish I could reach through the portal, drag him back here and punch him in the face, yell at him until he said something that made sense.

But I can't. ( his own voice cracks a little, nuzzling down against loki's hair. ) Whatever his problem was, I'm sure it wasn't you. When you. . when you really love someone, you give them everything. You'd give up everything for them. You get that.

Some boyse're just really stupid. ( it's weird as shit to think of iron man like that. )

[ikols]

[ That last part makes him laugh softly, mood levied up by Billy's simplification. ]

Mmm, some boys suck and in no fun way.

[ He pushes up into the nuzzling and wraps an arm around Billy to keep him close, returning the hold at last. As the humour dies down Loki plants a kiss on a sternum, nosing at warmth. ]

I do want us to be together like that, Billy. I feel safe with you.

[ Appreciated, even. ]

[wiccant]

( "i don't think you can fuck up any more than you already have with me" is probably not a good follow up for that. it wouldn't be a lie, but it wouldn't be the whole truth, either--loki's already fucked up about as much as anyone could possibly fuck up with him, true. billy went for a gun twice because of loki. blamed himself on numerous problems, because of loki's words. had to leave his home for months because of loki, if he's being honest about the whole mother thing.

he's fucked up, but he's been working on it. loki may be an excellent liar, someone who spins tales on a whim, but he doesn't believe for a moment that all of this is him spinning bullshit again. this is different.

one arm moves off of loki, but only so he can bend it and curl it under his head to support his neck. ) There's no rush. Really, there's--not. I mean this kind of started with me on top of you but it's not really about that?

( loki just distracted him with his dick is all. )

We can take our time and go out on dates and stuff. Hang out, watch more movies. Play video games. Watch Freyja get overwhelmed by snake books and eat fries. See what weird stuff we can find in the Sanctum. I'm really just as happy doing stuff like that than stuff like. . uh. You using your tongue like that.

[ikols]

He said the same thing, hah!

[ Barking out a laugh, he tips his head up to catch Billy's eye. ]

As charming as the sentiment is, and as much as I adore you for it, my purview is not only mischief. [ How can he further break this down? ] These issues he wrought in me aside, I'm the patron god of banging in lots of ways. I enjoy sex a great deal and would think something was wrong if you could always restrain yourself.

I'm just as reassured by tasting your come as I am by touching your hair.

[wiccant]

( note to self: never say anything similar to that again. )

Okay. ( this is all still weird and new, but--they're already laying here and cuddling and loki's already put his mouth over his dick, so. ) You won't have to worry about that. I am a teenager.

( with about as high as a sex drive as any other teenaged boy, thank you. ) Just give me a heads up before you get adventurous.

[ikols]

I will never do anything you don't like or ask for.

[ See, he can cover all his bases like a good boyfriend! He pushes into Billy's arms just to feel the embrace reassemble around him, purring his words. ]

For the record, I like having you as a friend first.