ravenhairedchaos:

goldensonofodin:

ravenhairedchaos:

goldensonofodin:

You have taken Asgardians into the depths of that chamber that were undeserving of death. And you know how I feel about…your representation of Yggdrasil in the dungeon. [He meets Loki’s eyes. They rarely speak of what Loki has constructed in the bowels of the castle, the grotesque Yggdrasil created from the skin, bones, and rotting organs of Loki’s victims. The grayed bowels that represent Loki’s child Jörmungandr twining around the great tree, which itself is bones and guts. 

Then the few that were not disfigured by their disembowelment were kept preserved beneath the great tree, looking upward. Loki had even thought to take an old man in the image of their father, and hang him from the branches of his macabre Yggdrasil. An eye was plucked from its socket, and each time Thor looked upon the ragged hole he shivered to know it was what once had lay beneath Odin’s  golden eye-patch. The corpse-flesh that reminded the Aesir they were not eternal.]

Nobody misses them.  Please.  Some of them wanted to die.  Do you know how miserable it can be being a lowborn?  According to some of them it can be quite terrible.  I put them out of their misery.  Well, eventually I do.

[He almost chokes on his mead from a chuckle.]

Hey now, that tree took a lot of time and skill.  It was a sight to behold, you must admit.  At least I did an homage to the tree, to our home, everyone’s home!  I would have hoped you would have liked it.

[Loki feigns a pout, and when Thor glares at him, he just laughs.]

Come now, brother, I’m not hurting anyone of importance.  Wouldn’t you rather me have this instead of trying to annihilate our home like some of my other incarnations?  Choose the lesser evil here. 

I would prefer you confine your depravity to my bed. It is all I need to have to begin explaining the stench of your corpses to the court. If you wish to take any new victims, you will report to me, as I have said. Now we shall depart from the subject of your…hobbies, brother. [he sets back against the cushions of the balcony’s couch]

Perform a dance for me. I am nearing sleep, and I wish to see your body in my dreams this night.

I will report to no one when it comes to my work, brother. 

[He gives him a pleasant smile and stands up to rid himself of the robe he wears, to show that he only wears his corset underneath.]

I dispose of everything.  I have it cleaned thoroughly.  I burn incense I spray oils and I bathe afterwards, always.  Please calm yourself, I have it under control.

[Loki straddles Thor’s lap and begins rolling his hips slowly and sensually.  He gasps when Thor pulls him closer, so close that he can bite and pull at the silver rings in the small buds of flesh upon his chest.]

[He enjoys the feel of Loki against him, and the sensual way in which in brother moves. He relishes in the soft touches and eventually he lifts Loki into his embrace, carrying him to their bed. They do not make love proper - it is quick and messy and both of them collapse into a slumber shortly afterward. Thor dreams of Loki’s slender limbs against him, and any grotesque images that pass by are set into the dark recesses of his mind.]

ravenhairedchaos:

goldensonofodin:

ravenhairedchaos:

goldensonofodin:

[he frowns] They speak of times you have wrongfully punished men for the sake of your own pleasure. No one dares speak such epithets in my presence. I care not if they disapprove of what we share, if they whisper argr of you in private. It does not change whom I have chosen to take into my bed.

I care not about being overly masculine, and they fool themselves if they think their thick tongues will deter me from anything.  [That small smile is still there.]  I see the way they look at me.  Oh they can insult me all they want, but they wish they could have what you have.  Do you see their eyes?  They’re hungry, and they yearn.  They wish to bend me over that pretty table and fuck me senseless. Well, I’ve news for them.

My victims are, usually, our enemies or prisoners of war.  The ones that you wish to keep I spare, the rest, well, I don’t think we need to go into detail now do we?  Unless you want me to.  Because I will gladly tell you how much pain and agony they suffer each day until they finally perish. 

Would you let them all go free if I wasn’t here?  Or would they be hanged or beheaded once you were through with them? 

You have taken Asgardians into the depths of that chamber that were undeserving of death. And you know how I feel about…your representation of Yggdrasil in the dungeon. [He meets Loki’s eyes. They rarely speak of what Loki has constructed in the bowels of the castle, the grotesque Yggdrasil created from the skin, bones, and rotting organs of Loki’s victims. The grayed bowels that represent Loki’s child Jörmungandr twining around the great tree, which itself is bones and guts. 

Then the few that were not disfigured by their disembowelment were kept preserved beneath the great tree, looking upward. Loki had even thought to take an old man in the image of their father, and hang him from the branches of his macabre Yggdrasil. An eye was plucked from its socket, and each time Thor looked upon the ragged hole he shivered to know it was what once had lay beneath Odin’s  golden eye-patch. The corpse-flesh that reminded the Aesir they were not eternal.]

Nobody misses them.  Please.  Some of them wanted to die.  Do you know how miserable it can be being a lowborn?  According to some of them it can be quite terrible.  I put them out of their misery.  Well, eventually I do.

[He almost chokes on his mead from a chuckle.]

Hey now, that tree took a lot of time and skill.  It was a sight to behold, you must admit.  At least I did an homage to the tree, to our home, everyone’s home!  I would have hoped you would have liked it.

[Loki feigns a pout, and when Thor glares at him, he just laughs.]

Come now, brother, I’m not hurting anyone of importance.  Wouldn’t you rather me have this instead of trying to annihilate our home like some of my other incarnations?  Choose the lesser evil here. 

I would prefer you confine your depravity to my bed. It is all I need to have to begin explaining the stench of your corpses to the court. If you wish to take any new victims, you will report to me, as I have said. Now we shall depart from the subject of your…hobbies, brother. [he sets back against the cushions of the balcony’s couch]

Perform a dance for me. I am nearing sleep, and I wish to see your body in my dreams this night.

ravenhairedchaos:

goldensonofodin:

[he frowns] They speak of times you have wrongfully punished men for the sake of your own pleasure. No one dares speak such epithets in my presence. I care not if they disapprove of what we share, if they whisper argr of you in private. It does not change whom I have chosen to take into my bed.

I care not about being overly masculine, and they fool themselves if they think their thick tongues will deter me from anything.  [That small smile is still there.]  I see the way they look at me.  Oh they can insult me all they want, but they wish they could have what you have.  Do you see their eyes?  They’re hungry, and they yearn.  They wish to bend me over that pretty table and fuck me senseless. Well, I’ve news for them.

My victims are, usually, our enemies or prisoners of war.  The ones that you wish to keep I spare, the rest, well, I don’t think we need to go into detail now do we?  Unless you want me to.  Because I will gladly tell you how much pain and agony they suffer each day until they finally perish. 

Would you let them all go free if I wasn’t here?  Or would they be hanged or beheaded once you were through with them? 

You have taken Asgardians into the depths of that chamber that were undeserving of death. And you know how I feel about…your representation of Yggdrasil in the dungeon. [He meets Loki’s eyes. They rarely speak of what Loki has constructed in the bowels of the castle, the grotesque Yggdrasil created from the skin, bones, and rotting organs of Loki’s victims. The grayed bowels that represent Loki’s child Jörmungandr twining around the great tree, which itself is bones and guts. 

Then the few that were not disfigured by their disembowelment were kept preserved beneath the great tree, looking upward. Loki had even thought to take an old man in the image of their father, and hang him from the branches of his macabre Yggdrasil. An eye was plucked from its socket, and each time Thor looked upon the ragged hole he shivered to know it was what once had lay beneath Odin’s  golden eye-patch. The corpse-flesh that reminded the Aesir they were not eternal]

ravenhairedchaos:

goldensonofodin:

ravenhairedchaos:

goldensonofodin:

[he smiles softly] You have not been causing too much trouble, I take it? Word would reached me by now. Though I do often miss your tricks, brother. Court is boring now that we are on such…good terms.

I am above tricks, brother, you know this.  And I doubt you’d want one of your council men to keel over dead for some amusement, now would you?

[He chuckles and takes a swig from his flagon.]

Hm.  Speaking of murder, do you still think ill of my torture chamber?  We haven’t really spoken of it since Odin passed.  I know you don’t mind that museum in Midgard, but the real thing is a different story.  Of course, keep in mind, I am just asking your opinion, I’m not giving it up.

I do not care one way or the other for your devices, brother. Men who are deserving of torture receive it. [he raises his eyebrows] But remember you are to come to me and the court before deciding their fate. Your history in the matter of punishment matters little to me, but it is still an uncomfortable subject among the others.

Ohhh, it does?  What do they say about me?  Do they call me cruel?  Horrid?  A slithering serpent and a filthy crow?  Yes, I suppose I deserve all of that.  I wear those titles proudly.  Do they say that I am disgusting for wanting my brother?  Tell me all the terrible things they say about your brother, consort, and High Adviser.

[he frowns] They speak of times you have wrongfully punished men for the sake of your own pleasure. No one dares speak such epithets in my presence. I care not if they disapprove of what we share, if they whisper argr of you in private. It does not change whom I have chosen to take into my bed.

ravenhairedchaos:

goldensonofodin:

ravenhairedchaos:

goldensonofodin:

ravenhairedchaos replied to your post: Thor. Brother. Where are you? I am about to drink your flagon of mead if you don’t get to the balcony.

When don’t I long for your company? Ever since the meeting with the council you’ve been in your throne room the whole day. I could join you there if you’d let me.

Nay, I would prefer we spend our company in a place as far away from the council meetings as possible. [he leans on the balcony’s railing, looking up at the stars] What is on your mind this evening, dear brother?

Not much, quite honestly. [He says before handing Thor his stein.]

I just wanted a nice evening.  I enjoy the day’s turmoil, for others, that is, but at night, I like a quiet time with you.

[he smiles softly] You have not been causing too much trouble, I take it? Word would reached me by now. Though I do often miss your tricks, brother. Court is boring now that we are on such…good terms.

I am above tricks, brother, you know this.  And I doubt you’d want one of your council men to keel over dead for some amusement, now would you?

[He chuckles and takes a swig from his flagon.]

Hm.  Speaking of murder, do you still think ill of my torture chamber?  We haven’t really spoken of it since Odin passed.  I know you don’t mind that museum in Midgard, but the real thing is a different story.  Of course, keep in mind, I am just asking your opinion, I’m not giving it up.

I do not care one way or the other for your devices, brother. Men who are deserving of torture receive it. [he raises his eyebrows] But remember you are to come to me and the court before deciding their fate. Your history in the matter of punishment matters little to me, but it is still an uncomfortable subject among the others.

ravenhairedchaos:

goldensonofodin:

ravenhairedchaos replied to your post: Thor. Brother. Where are you? I am about to drink your flagon of mead if you don’t get to the balcony.

When don’t I long for your company? Ever since the meeting with the council you’ve been in your throne room the whole day. I could join you there if you’d let me.

Nay, I would prefer we spend our company in a place as far away from the council meetings as possible. [he leans on the balcony’s railing, looking up at the stars] What is on your mind this evening, dear brother?

Not much, quite honestly. [He says before handing Thor his stein.]

I just wanted a nice evening.  I enjoy the day’s turmoil, for others, that is, but at night, I like a quiet time with you.

[he smiles softly] You have not been causing too much trouble, I take it? Word would reached me by now. Though I do often miss your tricks, brother. Court is boring now that we are on such…good terms.

ravenhairedchaos replied to your post: Thor. Brother. Where are you? I am about to drink your flagon of mead if you don’t get to the balcony.

When don’t I long for your company? Ever since the meeting with the council you’ve been in your throne room the whole day. I could join you there if you’d let me.

Nay, I would prefer we spend our company in a place as far away from the council meetings as possible. [he leans on the balcony’s railing, looking up at the stars] What is on your mind this evening, dear brother?

Have you seen my brother anywhere? I’m supposed to take him home. He sort of looks like this:

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