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║The Council Of Kings ♚ King & Risk║

frostkingoftheapocalypse:

king-loki:

His lips remained parted and bright green eyes were large with sorrow at Risk’s words, truly wishing he had the praise he deserved. Yet, before he could comment, at the end he could not help but let a soft smile take hold of his gradually relaxing features. Sliding down forwards on the snow, Gold wrapped his arms around his companion and buried his face in the elder’s strong, cool shoulder, uttering between them, “I pray you see the day when your realms are renewed and there is time aplenty to celebrate you, my King…” Slowly, gently kissing his way up the other’s neck, pressing his lips with feather-light pressure to the Jotun skin beneath, Loki whispered emphatically in addition, “But no matter what befalls…your beauty will never diminish in my eyes.”

The King brought Gold further into his lap, azure arm supporting around that emerald-cloaked form,
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"You have such heart my friend. I admire your energy, and your passion for life."

Fingers idly traced the markings over his companion’s bare chest, smile ghosting at the corners of his mouth, “Even your passion for touch, as much as I still reel from your frequency of it. You honour me with your hospitality, and your faith and support in mine purpose.”

Shifting, tilting the smaller’s head up so crimson’s could convey his sincerity, “If I get the chance to repay you for any of this, you have mine word I shall do so.”

Though he could not see it, Gold could still feel the pervading smile in his companion’s rich voice, returning the expression with joyous content upon his own blushing face. He did not know why his reaction was always so coy whenever the larger Jotun’s cool fingers touched his flesh, but nor did he care to find out, too taken with the elder in every aspect.

When the Trickster’s face was upturned to the god’s above, his breath slowed, eyes observing the other’s strong features once more, leaving a pause between the solemn words and his next action; to lean in and capture the monarch’s mouth in a thankful kiss. He had no other way of expressing his gratitude, as much as such a silver tongue had been taught to weave pleasant, silken words into attentive ears his heart had more to say. Crimson orbs falling behind blue, he pulled himself closer, hand sliding down off the curve of Risk’s proud horns, curling softly into the sable locks beneath and deepening the slow kneading of their honest kiss.

Hello everyone :)

This is a kind of semi-hiatus thing, but not, but I don’t know how to put it so I’m going to go ahead and explain XD

I’ve been increasingly stressed lately, not that I’ve got anywhere near as much as everyone else to stress about I suppose, but it’s taking its toll on the way I RP and just…everything in general.

So I need a bit of a break from the thought of having to do a billion replies that I owe that I haven’t done (my sincerest apologies once again, I know this is getting absolutely horrible T_T) and so I’m going to be just…not be on King much.

There are three threads I will reply to simply because at the moment King and I find they come without having to try too hard and are what we’re enjoying:

King Of The Sea

The Council Of Kings

My Tale, As I Tell It

I’m sorry to everyone for being so consistently hopeless, but once I am rested and have had time to do other things I want to do, I should be able to come back refreshed and happy once again.

Thank you all so much and have a wonderful day my beautiful followers <3

Love from,

King Loki Silvertongue & Dani.

greyfacebob:

king-loki:

"Nay…last eve I believe it was…"

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Yes! Brother! Storm! My love! Fuck me harder! Uhnng, YES! More! MoOoORE!’

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Lovely. It’s not often you get the perfect sound bite to upload too.

"It is nothing humanity has not heard before. Though perhaps not from so…prominent a god as I…"

greyfacebob:

king-loki:

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"Just make it quick."

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Is that what you said last night? 

"Nay…last eve I believe it was…"

Yes! Brother! Storm! My love! Fuck me harder! Uhnng, YES! More! MoOoORE!’

greyfacebob:

king-loki:

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"Do not dare…"

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Don’t fret, Lokes. I’ll do a little airbrushing before I upload it…we can’t all be so photogenic. 

"Just make it quick."

labeautebelle:

king-loki:

"I…"

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"…do not seem to be able to…get these off…"

"I have a feeling you aren’t supposed to.” Belle said, looking a tad amused at the stranger.

"They were…” He growled, still pulling at the restraints, “They were temporary, only for-” A smirk broadened over his features, “Recreational purposes.”

greyfacebob:

king-loki:

"I…"

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"…do not seem to be able to…get these off…"

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Uh-huh… Can you smile for me, buddy. Makes the pic look far less creepy when I stick it online.

"Do not dare…"

iamnarvi:

king-loki:

The god cocked a brow at the child, but decided to question her presence later, answering, “They are not made so simply as that, little one…I fear there is only one who may remove these…”

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"So they are genetically locked?" she asked rocking on her feet some humming, thinking. "Well there is the answer of just breaking them. But that is something that my uncle would do." 

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She tapped her chin thinking. “Any lock can be picked. My father taught me magic. Who can remove them? maybe I can change my form long enough to take it off? if that would work if it is quick.”

The King raised both brows, surprised a little by the girl’s intelligence, “As logical an answer as that may seem, do you not think I would have tried my own magic, which I have no doubt is far more powerful than your own, upon this simple mechanism? No…for if you have read the inscription, then you know why they cannot be removed by any other.”

iamnarvi:

king-loki:

"I…"

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"…do not seem to be able to…get these off…"

Narvi looked at him and cocked an eye brow, she knew that this loki was not her father, but she still found it amusing. “Do you know where the keys are? or should I find a way to pick it for you?”

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The god cocked a brow at the child, but decided to question her presence later, answering, “They are not made so simply as that, little one…I fear there is only one who may remove these…”

║The Council Of Kings ♚ King & Risk║

frostkingoftheapocalypse:

king-loki:

His emotions had no way of reacting to such a comment. Lovely? His Jotun form? From anyone else he would not have believed it; anyone else he would have hidden from. But Risk had done more than break the King, he had melted him, taken the hard, shadowy threads of his dying heart and woven them anew into liquid, pooling love. Smile fading to warmth and face graced by a deep blue blush, Loki watched with similar amazement as the elder monarch before him revealed the reality of his flesh.

It was hard to form words when such a handsome man knelt over him, towered, loomed, yet it was in such a place, beneath the other, that he could only feel safe. “Fear not, my dear…I have never had any…” He replied in a whisper, thoughts staying away from the possibility that such a lack of a natural crown was yet another reason why he had been abandoned. Reaching up slowly, allowing his soft fingers to follow the graceful curve of Risk’s horns, he sighed dreamily, “You must be the envy of every creature in your worlds…such majesty…” His scarlet eyes made their way in a gentle flick up to the larger god’s, breathing life into his words, “I have never met anyone so beautiful as you, Loki…”

"Gold," Risk’s expression closed down a little with his flat negation,
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"No-one envies the son of Farbauti. They either despise him, fear him, or respect him for deeds done in recompense for the damage caused by his peers. Some would even see him dead —-subjugation while necessary is not without protest from those who feel freedom would bring them some sort of peace at the end of days.”

As harsh as his sharp words may have sounded, Risk had seated himself while talking, fingers threading back through the younger monarch’s hair that betrayed his speech was really meant as fact. A gentling of crimsons then as he finished quietly,

"Perhaps priorities would be different if mine people could be afforded the luxury of time. But this is not the case —and though I understand what prompts your words, they only have meaning here. To you." A pause, "You know though, if I am only to be seen in your eyes to be these things, I am content."

His lips remained parted and bright green eyes were large with sorrow at Risk’s words, truly wishing he had the praise he deserved. Yet, before he could comment, at the end he could not help but let a soft smile take hold of his gradually relaxing features. Sliding down forwards on the snow, Gold wrapped his arms around his companion and buried his face in the elder’s strong, cool shoulder, uttering between them, “I pray you see the day when your realms are renewed and there is time aplenty to celebrate you, my King…” Slowly, gently kissing his way up the other’s neck, pressing his lips with feather-light pressure to the Jotun skin beneath, Loki whispered emphatically in addition, “But no matter what befalls…your beauty will never diminish in my eyes.”

lokatattur:

king-loki:

lokatattur:

king-loki started following you

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"Loki… what do you want?"

"That all depends, mirror-mine…"

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"On what you have to offer me…”

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"I offer you nothing."

"What a tragedy…I was really hoping we might be able to help one another…”

"But, as you say…you have nothing to offer."

princeoftherealmeternal asked the King: Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t means that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them.

// Stop it you ; u ;

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