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║The Council Of Kings ♚ King & Risk║

frostkingoftheapocalypse:

king-loki:

Breathing in the combined air between them, heart sinking a little at the prospect of having to break their delightful, peaceful moment, the King closed his eyes and nodded. Selfish as it was to hold him back, but unable to deny himself the utmost desire of his heart, Loki purred in a deep, affirmative reply, “Deal.”

Using a smooth hand against the larger Jotun’s chest to lean against as he pushed himself up onto his feet, Gold, with as mischievous a smirk as ever, gave a high-pitched whistle to attract the attention of their horses. Still in his native form, the monarch put a foot in the stirrups once Letja was close enough and mounted with an elegant ease, humming down to his adored companion, “Seeing as you know how to get here now…I do not think you will be needing any help finding your way back-” His hand quickly hooked out to take a hold of the reins dangling loosely from Styrkr’s bridle, the creature having just then trotted up to his side, as soon as they were within reach and set off instantly with a loud, “Yah!”

He would win by any means necessary…

Launching straight up into the saddle, Risk’s own emphatic cry echoed through the orchards while heels dug into Styrkr’s side. The grin beaming across his face remained completely free of any reservation as he raced after the younger monarch —-though the King’s skill in riding was lesser, what he lacked in practice he made up for with sheer enthusiasm.

However with Gold’s head-start and more intimate knowledge of the landscape the black stallion thundered through the gate seconds ahead of the mountainous steed, guaranteeing the Midgardian monarch’s victory. Laughing and bringing Styrkr to a slow, Risk ran his hand encouragingly along the speckled ivory neckline before murmuring his thanks in the alltongue and dismounting.

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"It would seem mine eve is yours." He called to the smaller azure form.

The sound of Risk’s triumphant call, his so primitive, near animalistic cry, had the King’s heart on an even faster beat, eyes clear with joy and even greater emotions brought forth from such a potent reaction. Dismounting shortly after his companion, the god patted his faithful steed and left the horses over to the stablehands, looking over to the larger Jotun as his own form began to fade back into the heated skin of his Aesir appearance.

Laughing gaily at the other’s comment, mind already reeling with what he could subject them both to when night came, the younger monarch replied with a smile, “Go, my friend…we have both neglected our Kingdoms…”

Striding over, steps becoming softer as he neared the elder, Loki smoothed a pale hand up Risk’s chest and leaned up to press a lingering parting kiss against the giant’s bearded cheek, whispering, “Yet I would not have had it any other way…”

-leaves a note pinned to the enormous basket he left outside King’s room-

-Darling, 

Forgive me for my tardiness in this but with the birth of your baby, I had to go shopping. Only the best for the darling little one. 

 I do have to return to work but I will return soon to see you and the baby soon. 

Enjoy darling. 

Thomas

A sigh of happiness came over the King as he observed the beautiful gifts his servants had delivered to him, reading the letter with a hum, smiling with giddy joy as his fingers wandered over the little woollen crown.

How fitting for a Prince

║Silvertongue & Ravenwood ♚ King & Maleficent║

twistedxlullabies:

Could it be considered laziness or talent to stir the small spoon in the ceramic tea cup without touching it? She looked to her book as she continued slowly rotate her fingers, a whisp of green smoke curling around her fingertips and the end of the spoon. She lifted her chin and hummed, looking away from the book to the window as the dreary looking skies threatened to break open in a storm.

"What a lovely day…"she murmered, closing her book and standing slowly, picking up her tea cup and sipping it. She let it float at her side on a saucer of magic, green eyes gazing at the bloated rain clouds. "Diablo, do mommy a favor. I’m quite certain I sense the presance of a guest among our realm. Do see what he needs." She said as she stroked his feathery head with those well manicured nails. The bird ruffled, blinking before cawing loudly in her direction and flapping out of the stone window, taking his heavy body down through the skies into the wood below. The high tower crawling above the branches.

Through the leaves he dove and landed among the massive thorns protecting the stone. He hopped along one thorn and adjusted himself, moving down further before finding the figure that Maleficent had spoken of. He flapped down further, landing on a branch nearby and cawed in his direction before a swirl of green smoke twined around him and a clear voice, thick and scratchy sounded through his beak.

"You thar’ what breengs’ you tu’ tha’ wood!" He cawed, his head cocking to the side and tail feathers fluffing as he held the branch in black talons, capped with razor sharp metal covers.

Grey clouds loomed overhead; an overcast blanket of sheltering dimness, veiling the sun from view to cast dull shadows between the thorny growths upon every side. As much as the dreary Midgardian weather may have dampened his spirits in the past, the King could not be so easily swayed by something as seemingly mundane as the climate when his strides were burdened with a glorious and regal purpose.

All he ever wished for, his every will and intent of late, was the excitement born of chaos, mischief wreaking havoc and the pure, delightful fun of his clever guile bending minds, twisting hearts. It was for that very reason that he had ventured forth to the mortal realm, stalking it at rightfully a monarch could, each step graced with an unearthly weight, a devious drive to cause what mayhem time would allow.

In his travels he had so far remained undisturbed, no creature greeting him nor bidding him well, for it was known by nature itself that Loki was not to be trusted; even the trees appeared to rebel, bending away from him in the breeze. It was no surprise, then, that his body remained on edge as something drew near, a presence, small, but noticeable. 

Halting as a flutter of wings commanded his attention, the god bent his shimmering eyes to the avian perched above. The appearance of the crow before him suggested domestication, something he was not at all unfamiliar with, Odin’s own ravens speaking and intelligent creatures. So when the sable bird’s maw opened to croak out his question, the otherworldly ruler merely cocked his head to the side. 

Tongue darting out to wet his pale mouth in a near predatory motion, appetite for intrigue eager to be sated, he observed the creature with a piercing, scintillating emerald gaze. His answer, long in coming, but as thick with enigmatic ambiguity as it was smooth as oil, trickled out of thin lips in a single tantalizing purr,

Curiosity…”

|| Thy Eternal Waters ♚ King & Fandral ||

glorytoasgard:

king-loki:

The smooth, soft motions of the other only served to keep him smiling, even if the expression was more of a demeaning smirk at the fact he could tell his little Asgardian was trying to hide an emotion from his wary senses. How quaint. The King certainly thought it was a perfect time for a lesson…

As one long-fingered hand slowly rose upwards to curl with an almost patronizing fondness into the warrior’s hair, so too did the other descend along the ridges of Fandral’s spine until, with deliberately cooling digits, his nails found purchase upon the round of his companion’s rear; instantly and gratuitously pulling him flush against his own flesh. His breath trickled into his warm friend’s ear, words like a sweet poison oozing, dripping, “I will make you feel safe once more…mmmdearest warrior-mine…I will make you know what it feels to be utterly protected…like a Master his slave…”

The touch had him shuddering with desire, despite the indignation that the King’s sultry words instilled within him. A huff left his lips, withdrawing somewhat to meet devilish green eyes as he snorted and shook his head. “I am no slave, I am the greatest swordsman in all of Asgard, the fastest warrior to protect the realms. I am no idle pet..” Blue eyes flashed with challenge, yet his body had betrayed him, the brush of skin against skin as he withdrew causing those very blue eyes to momentarily flutter, teeth biting down on his lip to withhold the primal groan of lust that crept up his throat.

He took a further step back and felt the hard edge of the pool nudge up against his back, a grunt of surprise leaving him as he turned to glance behind at where he had unwittingly cornered himself. His eyes slowly rose from where they had fallen to the pool edge, travelling back up the glistening form of Loki to once again hold his gaze. He stood tall in defiance despite the obvious advantage the other now held and the blatant arousal the view had ignited within his core. It was not in his nature to submit willingly and he would not do so now.

Oooh, I like this…” Came the positively deadly purr, emerald eyes swirling with a blazing fire of lust. There was nothing in the Nine Realms that compared to the passion of Midgard’s King, his breath heavy with carnal emotion. Having cornered the Aesir, his blood boiled with anticipation and eagerness in equal portions. Leaning in, arms outstretched to the edge of the back upon either side of the other’s glistening neck, Loki ran his hot tongue in a long, continuous strip up the warrior’s jaw to his ear, loosing in the most sickening of honeyed whispers, ”Whether you like it or not…you are a slave to Desire…she begs you to fulfil your inmost cravings…she wants you…needs you…”

His smirk grew against the smooth skin of the Asgardian’s sensitive flesh, the air between them quickly stifled with thickening tension, “Give in to her…her pleading caress…you long to feel her touch…deepwithin…” One hand slowly sliding down the side of his prey, nails carving shallow lines of red from rib to hip and below, the monarch added in a voice deep as the blackened recesses of space, ”For what maiden has Fandral the mighty warrior never wished to conquer?”

|| Scars ♚ King & Spy ||

spyintherafters:

king-loki:

spyintherafters:

There was never a place the Spy felt as safe as she did on the king’s lap, curled against him with a smile to match his own in warmth and kindness, even if she had never felt such love for another as he now felt for his husband. Downing the hood of her uniform, eyes flickered across to the sound of the child’s call which brought an end to such a peaceful moment. 


More than willing to follow as she had not yet met the child, silent footsteps fell into step behind Loki as she asked whether he wanted her to keep an eye on the kid as he had a court to keep an eye on.

"My son is my life," he added into the otherwise still air around them, eyes flicking back to his Spy, "There is nothing I will not give to spend all the time he needs with him…" Expression softening as soon as the golden doors opened and he stepped into the room, the King strode forwards to the ornate golden cot beside his huge bed, silken blue sheets rustling with every squirm of Frey’s tiny body. 

Immediately peeling off the harder, sharper pieces of his attire, leaving himself in nothing but his undershirt and breeches, the monarch reached in for his baby with a soft coo of, “Sh-sh-shh…shh, it is alright, my love…shh…I am here…”

Getting the idea it might be best if she checked anything sharp at the door, the Spy spend a moment rummaging around herself to produce a handful of knives and other small weapons she rapped in her jacket she had pulled off, making a neat little bundle that was left to the side before she joined Loki and leaned over to get a look at the child that began to calm now soothed by soft words.

"So this is Frey…" She asked softly, tying brown hair over her shoulder so it wasn’t to get in the way.

"What has frightened you little darling?" He whispered to the babe, a long finger caught in his son’s tiny grasp, "You cannot be hungry, not yet…my Prince? Hmm?" Smirking and lifting Frey up to his shoulder, jiggling him gently, Loki kissed the child upon his head and hummed, "I think you just wished for attention…" Eyes falling shut for a peaceful moment as the boy began to relax in his arms, the god kissed him upon the head softly and turned back to his Spy, smile widening. "Indeed…my precious heir…my life…nothing I have ever created compares to him…” He replied in a purr, moving to sit down carefully upon the edge of the bed as he tilted Frey a little for his friend to gain a better look of the little future King.

║King Of The Sea ♚ King & Dark║

darklaufeyson:

king-loki:

It was only when his companion halted, having made his way to the shallow pools closer to the ocean waves that Loki allowed himself to relax in the knowledge that Dark was not going anywhere at all. The thought that the human was just as reluctant to form any parting between them calmed him to the point of clambering lithely up onto a nearby rock shelf and laying down upon his back; the King’s bright eyes falling shut at the even brighter one above in the sky.

It was a sign of no fear, of peace and calm, that he was content enough to remain out of the water for his little human, safe in his quiet company. Watching the other’s motions carefully, attempting with all his cognitive powers to understand what it was that ailed the creature so, the monarch cocked his head to the side in thought. It took him by surprise, deep in concentration, when his own stomach made a similar sound that caused the startled ruler to dive back into the ocean. He had never heard his body grumble in hunger above the surface before and, realizing then the feeted one’s predicament, Loki leapt out of the water to call from the words he had learned, “Dark! Dark hungry! Dark hungry!”

Understanding then why the other was searching the tidepools, probably looking for a food tasty enough to consume, the King swam downwards as fast as he could so as not to prolong their time apart in his search; his search was for fish. Ducking and diving, spinning around, bubbles flying around him in the deep, he managed to track a small shoal of herring that were foolish enough to come his way. Collecting enough of the fish with practised ease, the merman sped up to the surface and breached it with a sparkling shower of salty droplets, swimming up to the edge of the stone wall and placing the newly found food down into one of the shallower pools where they flopped about in need of water. “Hungry!” He crooned, smile wide and sparkling eyes staring upwards at the two-tailed Dark, expectantly awaiting his verdict on the quality of his catch.

He watched, blue eyes curious as to what the Mer had in mind as he dove beneath the waves. The fact that Loki seemed so relaxed…happy and open when Dark was around settled a deep seated warmth within his chest. He was attached…there was no way he’d be able to go back to the village now when the summer months ended. Dark felt it was almost a need that he see the other and knew that it would physically hurt to be seperated from Loki now. He’d live the rest of his life with regret if he didn’t stay…but he needed to go and retrieve his things from the ship. Two trunks full..furs…food to last the winter and his knives…his bow…and a net.

As he was making a mental check list, Dark nearly jumped as the fish that Loki had brought began flopping along the tops of the rock. “Oh!” Eyes wide and amusement now shining on his features, he carefully herded them into the small pool in front of him…that would keep them fresh whilst he set up a smoking pile. Turning to look over at Loki, he gave him a wide smile. “Thank you!” He would share his as well…wondering if the other had ever eaten a smoked herring before.

Reaching into the small pouch beside him, Dark was suddenly glad it was high tide…the spray didn’t go as far and so the grouping of pools he’d chosen were dry enough to cook his breakfast…lunch? It was then that he withdrew a small bit of tinder and striking stones as well as his short bladed dagger. Normally he used it to crack open oysters…clams and it was what he did now. Pulling an oyster from a rock just inside the water, he cracked it open and pulled out the small pearl inside, turning it over in his fingers before holding it out for the Mer to take. They could snack on these while he cooked the fish.

The King waited patiently for his companion to begin eating, which was polite as he assumed also went for manners above the water, but when Dark did not move to consume the fish he had so carefully selected to bring instead let them flounder around in the shallow pool, Loki cocked his head to the side. he had hoped the gift would be received with joy and gratitude, not merely left aside in favour of the succulent oysters he was now presented with. 

Emerald eyes large with questioning, worried lack of understanding colouring his proud features until they became like a saddened child’s, the ruler whimpered in protest, webbed hands reaching out their pale digits to grasp the wrist of his friend in askance. He wondered why any would deny themselves such a hearty meal. “Dark…hungry…” He crooned, somehow trying to coax the other into partaking of the herring with him, even if he did not seem eager to, voice still one of confusion, “Dark hungry?”

Perhaps he did not trust him, or the fish, perchance the human did not think his catch was good; a fact which turned the sea monarch’s expression sadder than ever. He trusted Dark, why was the sentiment not returned? Loosing a few quick clicks of protest, fighting the overwhelming pressure that had begun to grow in his chest, the merman scooped up a fish in his skilled hands, the creature wriggling in his clawed grasp until, with a single nail pushed into the herring’s brain, it stopped and was ready for him to eat. Pulling himself up onto the rocks, though the texture was uncomfortable and jagged here, pushing into the scales of his belly, the King tried to get closer and show his land-striding feeted one that the food was good; sharp teeth biting down upon the silvered flesh and tearing at the fresh meat, ripping and shredding it in half. Swallowing with a hum of satisfaction and proffering up the other half, torn to pieces, he smiled in hope. 

Please, trust me

║Necessity ♚ King & Ryker║

lokatattur:

king-loki:

lokatattur:

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"I offer you nothing."

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

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

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Loki pulled out a dagger and briefly pointed it at the other, “I have nothing that requires the aid of another. All I need is to be left alone. The tragedy is yours alone as you shall have to find someone else to help you.” 

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Come now, twin-mine! What tragedy do you think can touch me? As much as I admire that pretty little knife, it is not what I require of you…no…what I need could see you alone for as long as you desired…”

║The Council Of Kings ♚ King & Risk║

frostkingoftheapocalypse:

king-loki:

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.

The fingers in his hair were delightful, even more-so the taste of the other —-how this Frost King could very easily get used to it.

Kissing Gold until they had barely a lungful left in their chests, Risk pulled back, nose brushing over the smaller’s in a rather affectionate gesture for one usually so taciturn.
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"Gold…" a slow exhale, "I desire nothing more than to spend the morning here with you…but I must return to your libraries for further research."

Crimsons opening further then, but even though technically pushing the other away with his words, offering a small smile, “—If you race me back to the stables, and win, I shall put aside mine evening for you though. Deal?”

Breathing in the combined air between them, heart sinking a little at the prospect of having to break their delightful, peaceful moment, the King closed his eyes and nodded. Selfish as it was to hold him back, but unable to deny himself the utmost desire of his heart, Loki purred in a deep, affirmative reply, “Deal.”

Using a smooth hand against the larger Jotun’s chest to lean against as he pushed himself up onto his feet, Gold, with as mischievous a smirk as ever, gave a high-pitched whistle to attract the attention of their horses. Still in his native form, the monarch put a foot in the stirrups once Letja was close enough and mounted with an elegant ease, humming down to his adored companion, “Seeing as you know how to get here now…I do not think you will be needing any help finding your way back-” His hand quickly hooked out to take a hold of the reins dangling loosely from Styrkr’s bridle, the creature having just then trotted up to his side, as soon as they were within reach and set off instantly with a loud, “Yah!”

He would win by any means necessary…

"I’ll be a temperamental element
a raging water”

AU: berserkr!Thor

║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.