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Log; Complete
When; June 19th [Evening].
Rating; PG-13 [Suggestive Content & Death].
Characters; Heimdall [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unsheathe] & Loki [aesirbetrayal].
Summary; Loki has had too much mead and a cherry or two, and Heimdall just chooses the wrong time to visit.
Log;
Heimdall; "Return what favor?" Heimdall scoffed, but inched away from the advancing god nonetheless. Oh, he'd seen Loki wear several expressions, some more than others, but this wasn't one of them. Loki had been dumbed down by the mortals of Midgard, he'd become soft and, because of that, the idea of killing him had seemed almost laughable.
But now he was wearing that face, an expression etched with, well, the only way he could really describe it was the instance in which a cat had just cornered a mouse. Or kind of like that weird Animal Planet show Freyr had watched at some point with that stupid boar. Either way he wasn't much liking it and, thus, he wasted little time in voicing his displeasure.
"You've had too much, Loki," he warned, "I won't kill you, but I won't hesitate to hurt you." To perhaps emphasize the promise, he slid one of his gloves off and showed the other boy his claws. "If this is another one of yours game, I don't like it." Then, with a groan, he muttered something to himself.
Loki; A smirk tugged at his lips, and he continued his advance despite the warning. "Hurt me? With those? You've used them on me before, but I don't recall that being out of self-defense."
Just close enough, he reached out to grab his hand, though it was hardly with much force. Instead he laced their fingers together, his grip as gentle and smooth as his voice. "And I also don't recall you disliking it."
Heavy-lidded, he stepped forward one last time so that he could close in and press their petite frames together. In a rather affectionate motion, Loki nuzzled his face against the collar of his outer shirt, hiding his eyes from view. "Would it be so terrible to comfort me? That's what you came over for, isn't it? Or do you want me to comfort you?"
Heimdall; "Stupid, I told you why I came over. That arrancar hugged me and it didn't bother me," he grumbled out after a moment, his eye shifting off to the right to eye Loki as he proceeded to press himself flush to him. "You've never needed comfort before, why now? Was she really that important to you?" He seemed to relax a bit, but he wasn't completely at ease just yet.
Loki was a trickster, after all.
"If not the mead and the cherries, then how else do you want to be comforted? In case you forgot, the last time didn't end so well. You're not in your right frame of mind or, if you are, then you're just plain crazy." Despite the light bite of his tone, he allowed Loki's hand to linger within his own only a moment longer before taking a step back.
"I'll comfort you."
Loki; Loki didn't respond just yet. It seemed to him to be pretty clear what he wanted, after all. Heimdall didn't need everything spelled out for him. But when Heimdall pulled away, the trickster had a soft, overly pleasant smile on his face. "No, last time didn't go so well. You choked me..."
Reaching up, he hooked a finger through the ribbon around his neck, tugging to unravel the bow and let it slowly slide off. "...and you punched me..."
He stepped forward, a twinkle in his eyes. "...while I came."
The large ribbon was swung out to loosely drape around Heimdall's neck, tugging to pull him close once again, hard enough to make both of them topple. Loki landed on the floor with a soft unf, but the pain to his back hardly registered as he leaned up to let their lips touch just the slightest bit--a tickle of skin against skin.
"But that's fine. I punched you back. We're even, aren't we?"
Heimdall; "I couldn't make your life miserable for awhile," Heimdall murmured against his mouth, allowing his hands to touch the floor on either side of him so he could prop himself up. "That wasn't much fun, but the punch wasn't a blast either." Even, he'd said. They were even. A punch seemed a bit on the forgiving side considering what he had done, and it only served to fuel his suspicion as he tilted his head back a little and eyed the smiling trickster.
He never did answer his question as he sat back, half-straddling Loki as he watched him. It was tough, trying to do something as irritatingly painful as reading the god's mind through his twinkling green eyes. He could have been thinking a thousand and one things right then and there, but Heimdall couldn't place a finger on any of them.
"What're you planning, Loki?"
Loki; Loki's eyes narrowed just the slightest, and the twinkle shifted into more of a glint before he smiled again and let go of the ribbon to let it dangle over Heimdall's shoulders.
"What I'm planning...involves your pants being unfastened," the jötun murmured in sly amusement as he let one hand drop back to rest above his head while the other slipped down to pop the button of Heimdall's pants.
"Must you draw everything out? You always were patient only when it suited you. Annoying, really. Perhaps you should stop analyzing and live in the moment."
Heimdall; "And you're always in a hurry!" Heimdall huffed, half-annoyed, before he captured the hand that had just unbuttoned his pants and guided it to join his other one. He held his hands there uneasily, as if any sort of pressure would have broken his wrists. It was an eerie bit of deja vu, he thought, aside from the fact that Loki had done a complete revolution as far as personality went.
His eye lingered on Loki's face no longer than a second before he leaned down and whispered into his ear before he took the lobe between his lips and nibbled, lightly. "Why the rush, Loki? You act like we're running out of time. Time is one thing we have in abundance here." With that, he let one of his hands slide free from his wrists and allowed his fingers to slip underneath Loki's blouse, to draw a myriad of shapeless pictures along his side.
The jötun was up to something, he knew that much. Loki was full of surprises.
Loki; Loki gazed up at the ceiling as Heimdall whispered meaningless inquiries and teased at his sides. Ever so casually, he pulled his hands free from Heimdall's feather-light grip and skimmed his fingertips up the length of the god's arms. The body of a child... Just like his, only not. Heimdall has chosen such a prison.
Why? Well... It didn't really matter. In the end, it made this so much easier.
Shutting his eyes, Loki slid his knee up to press between Heimdall's legs as his hands slid inward to fondle the fabric of his shirt. The ends of the ribbon were oh so casually overlapped before they were pushed up and back, nearly mimicking the appearance of a scarf as Loki wrapped his arms around Heimdall's neck.
"Time... Yes, I suppose we are running out of time. Who knows when the City could pull me out... It could be any time... But not you. You'll be stuck here." He almost sounded sad.
Heimdall; Taken aback somewhat, he lifted his head and shot Loki a somewhat irritated sort of glance before he went right back to his idle musings. Really, was he trying to get on his nerves tonight? Because if he was, he was totally succeeding right about now. He wanted to kick him in the face, not hold him in some sort of fuzzy embrace like he was doing now.
Especially after that comment!
"I may not have the best of luck, but I don't plan to stay here forever. This is like some sappy farewell or something," he almost sounded amused as he tilted his head. "I followed you to Midgard, didn't I? I'm not going anywhere until my eye is returned to me." He began, lips finding a place just above his pulse. Geez, and Loki told him he talked a lot during these types of situations.
Loki; His eyelashes fluttered as he let himself lie back and enjoy the warm attention. "Mm... Right... Your eye..." Tipping his head back as if to expose more of his throat, Loki spotted the metal legs of the coffee table just behind him.
Something more sinister hinted at his features as he hooked his leg around Heimdall's and quickly rolled to that he was on top. With the other beneath him, he had quite a bit more control. For instance, he was able to lean over and tease at Heimdall's lips with his own as he threaded the ends of the ribbon around the legs of the coffee table.
Multi-tasking was a skill to be appreciated, of course.
Easing his mouth away from Heimdall's, the 'boy detective' wound what was left of the white ribbon around his hands, getting a solid grip before he sat back and yanked with all his might.
There was mirth in his eyes as Heimdall was forced back to slip against the side of the coffee table, the surprisingly strong fabric tightening around his throat. "I suppose you won't be going anywhere, then," he purred out in the old tongue.
Heimdall; He didn't even see it coming.
He certainly knew that Loki was up to no good, but he didn't expect him to pull a stunt like this. Had he have been able to do more than cough and strain to breath at that point in time, he might have given him props. But for now, he strained to keep his eye open as he lashed a claw out towards Loki, only to have it fall just short of the trickster.
"Lo--" Heimdall choked out, while attempting to free himself from the ribbon. It wasn't a particularly special ribbon. In fact, he thought it was quite feminine for someone like Loki, but it wasn't like he'd been bound by Gleipnir. Even so, with every second that passed, his fingers seemed less and less eager to continue to fight against what was to come.
"Liar," he hissed out in a similar tongue, but the word held no malice. In fact, it almost seemed as if he were speaking fondly.
Loki; That made him grin all the more. Not since Asgard had he pulled a stunt to match this, but this had not only been for fun. Killing Heimdall has never been on his mind before. In fact, he was rather fond of his 'sworn enemy'.
But the tree called for a sacrifice, and Heimdall was the most readily available. "You didn't expect any less I hope, Vindhlér. This is nothing personal. But it only goes to show that I'll always succeed where you fail."
Loki moved in quickly to wind the ribbon around Heimdall's wrists then, securing them against the table at either side of his head as he tugged even tighter. It wouldn't do Loki any good if the watchman tore through the nice fabric, after all.
"Hopefully this won't make things awkward between us. I really enjoy these visits."
Heimdall; He made a sound in his throat then that might have been a laugh, but it was cut off abruptly.
"No hard feelings," Heimdall's voice was hoarse, but it was to be expected when you were currently being strangled to death by your sworn enemy with a girly ribbon. He'd never really died before, it was an awkward feeling, that so-called life flashing before your eyes the mortals always talked about. It was funny, the only thing he could center his attention on was the face in front of him that seemed unfamiliar.
"You--" He attempted to speak, but found his voice had begun to trail off as his eye fought against a sleep that was inevitable. There was only so long a mortal body could go without air, unfortunately, and he'd about reached his limit. Being killed by a sworn enemy who'd been under a curse wasn't exactly the best way to go out, especially when it wasn't your sworn enemy. He carried Loki's face, but none of the mannerisms that annoyed him, none of the wit that constantly set him off.
"You failed, Loftur," was the only thing he could say before his smaller frame eventually slacked and his eye fluttered shut.
Loki; His lips twitched as he watched Heimdall's body fall limp. No, it wasn't even his real body. Just a prison, and now he was free.
What he was feeling all of a sudden, Loki wasn't quite sure. It stung a little bit, and instead of a weight being lifted off of his shoulders, it felt rather...heavy. But despite that, his features remained icy as he leaned over to caress his knuckles against the boy's cheek. Just an empty shell now.
"Now you won't be lonely anymore, Heimdall. Now you can be with Hel. She's better company."
The ribbon was carefully untied and unwoven from the complicated pattern, letting the body slump to the side while Loki stepped up and back to tie the ribbon into a bow back around his neck.
I never fail, Heimdall.
Rating; PG-13 [Suggestive Content & Death].
Characters; Heimdall [
unsheathe] & Loki [aesirbetrayal].Summary; Loki has had too much mead and a cherry or two, and Heimdall just chooses the wrong time to visit.
Log;
Heimdall; "Return what favor?" Heimdall scoffed, but inched away from the advancing god nonetheless. Oh, he'd seen Loki wear several expressions, some more than others, but this wasn't one of them. Loki had been dumbed down by the mortals of Midgard, he'd become soft and, because of that, the idea of killing him had seemed almost laughable.
But now he was wearing that face, an expression etched with, well, the only way he could really describe it was the instance in which a cat had just cornered a mouse. Or kind of like that weird Animal Planet show Freyr had watched at some point with that stupid boar. Either way he wasn't much liking it and, thus, he wasted little time in voicing his displeasure.
"You've had too much, Loki," he warned, "I won't kill you, but I won't hesitate to hurt you." To perhaps emphasize the promise, he slid one of his gloves off and showed the other boy his claws. "If this is another one of yours game, I don't like it." Then, with a groan, he muttered something to himself.
Loki; A smirk tugged at his lips, and he continued his advance despite the warning. "Hurt me? With those? You've used them on me before, but I don't recall that being out of self-defense."
Just close enough, he reached out to grab his hand, though it was hardly with much force. Instead he laced their fingers together, his grip as gentle and smooth as his voice. "And I also don't recall you disliking it."
Heavy-lidded, he stepped forward one last time so that he could close in and press their petite frames together. In a rather affectionate motion, Loki nuzzled his face against the collar of his outer shirt, hiding his eyes from view. "Would it be so terrible to comfort me? That's what you came over for, isn't it? Or do you want me to comfort you?"
Heimdall; "Stupid, I told you why I came over. That arrancar hugged me and it didn't bother me," he grumbled out after a moment, his eye shifting off to the right to eye Loki as he proceeded to press himself flush to him. "You've never needed comfort before, why now? Was she really that important to you?" He seemed to relax a bit, but he wasn't completely at ease just yet.
Loki was a trickster, after all.
"If not the mead and the cherries, then how else do you want to be comforted? In case you forgot, the last time didn't end so well. You're not in your right frame of mind or, if you are, then you're just plain crazy." Despite the light bite of his tone, he allowed Loki's hand to linger within his own only a moment longer before taking a step back.
"I'll comfort you."
Loki; Loki didn't respond just yet. It seemed to him to be pretty clear what he wanted, after all. Heimdall didn't need everything spelled out for him. But when Heimdall pulled away, the trickster had a soft, overly pleasant smile on his face. "No, last time didn't go so well. You choked me..."
Reaching up, he hooked a finger through the ribbon around his neck, tugging to unravel the bow and let it slowly slide off. "...and you punched me..."
He stepped forward, a twinkle in his eyes. "...while I came."
The large ribbon was swung out to loosely drape around Heimdall's neck, tugging to pull him close once again, hard enough to make both of them topple. Loki landed on the floor with a soft unf, but the pain to his back hardly registered as he leaned up to let their lips touch just the slightest bit--a tickle of skin against skin.
"But that's fine. I punched you back. We're even, aren't we?"
Heimdall; "I couldn't make your life miserable for awhile," Heimdall murmured against his mouth, allowing his hands to touch the floor on either side of him so he could prop himself up. "That wasn't much fun, but the punch wasn't a blast either." Even, he'd said. They were even. A punch seemed a bit on the forgiving side considering what he had done, and it only served to fuel his suspicion as he tilted his head back a little and eyed the smiling trickster.
He never did answer his question as he sat back, half-straddling Loki as he watched him. It was tough, trying to do something as irritatingly painful as reading the god's mind through his twinkling green eyes. He could have been thinking a thousand and one things right then and there, but Heimdall couldn't place a finger on any of them.
"What're you planning, Loki?"
Loki; Loki's eyes narrowed just the slightest, and the twinkle shifted into more of a glint before he smiled again and let go of the ribbon to let it dangle over Heimdall's shoulders.
"What I'm planning...involves your pants being unfastened," the jötun murmured in sly amusement as he let one hand drop back to rest above his head while the other slipped down to pop the button of Heimdall's pants.
"Must you draw everything out? You always were patient only when it suited you. Annoying, really. Perhaps you should stop analyzing and live in the moment."
Heimdall; "And you're always in a hurry!" Heimdall huffed, half-annoyed, before he captured the hand that had just unbuttoned his pants and guided it to join his other one. He held his hands there uneasily, as if any sort of pressure would have broken his wrists. It was an eerie bit of deja vu, he thought, aside from the fact that Loki had done a complete revolution as far as personality went.
His eye lingered on Loki's face no longer than a second before he leaned down and whispered into his ear before he took the lobe between his lips and nibbled, lightly. "Why the rush, Loki? You act like we're running out of time. Time is one thing we have in abundance here." With that, he let one of his hands slide free from his wrists and allowed his fingers to slip underneath Loki's blouse, to draw a myriad of shapeless pictures along his side.
The jötun was up to something, he knew that much. Loki was full of surprises.
Loki; Loki gazed up at the ceiling as Heimdall whispered meaningless inquiries and teased at his sides. Ever so casually, he pulled his hands free from Heimdall's feather-light grip and skimmed his fingertips up the length of the god's arms. The body of a child... Just like his, only not. Heimdall has chosen such a prison.
Why? Well... It didn't really matter. In the end, it made this so much easier.
Shutting his eyes, Loki slid his knee up to press between Heimdall's legs as his hands slid inward to fondle the fabric of his shirt. The ends of the ribbon were oh so casually overlapped before they were pushed up and back, nearly mimicking the appearance of a scarf as Loki wrapped his arms around Heimdall's neck.
"Time... Yes, I suppose we are running out of time. Who knows when the City could pull me out... It could be any time... But not you. You'll be stuck here." He almost sounded sad.
Heimdall; Taken aback somewhat, he lifted his head and shot Loki a somewhat irritated sort of glance before he went right back to his idle musings. Really, was he trying to get on his nerves tonight? Because if he was, he was totally succeeding right about now. He wanted to kick him in the face, not hold him in some sort of fuzzy embrace like he was doing now.
Especially after that comment!
"I may not have the best of luck, but I don't plan to stay here forever. This is like some sappy farewell or something," he almost sounded amused as he tilted his head. "I followed you to Midgard, didn't I? I'm not going anywhere until my eye is returned to me." He began, lips finding a place just above his pulse. Geez, and Loki told him he talked a lot during these types of situations.
Loki; His eyelashes fluttered as he let himself lie back and enjoy the warm attention. "Mm... Right... Your eye..." Tipping his head back as if to expose more of his throat, Loki spotted the metal legs of the coffee table just behind him.
Something more sinister hinted at his features as he hooked his leg around Heimdall's and quickly rolled to that he was on top. With the other beneath him, he had quite a bit more control. For instance, he was able to lean over and tease at Heimdall's lips with his own as he threaded the ends of the ribbon around the legs of the coffee table.
Multi-tasking was a skill to be appreciated, of course.
Easing his mouth away from Heimdall's, the 'boy detective' wound what was left of the white ribbon around his hands, getting a solid grip before he sat back and yanked with all his might.
There was mirth in his eyes as Heimdall was forced back to slip against the side of the coffee table, the surprisingly strong fabric tightening around his throat. "I suppose you won't be going anywhere, then," he purred out in the old tongue.
Heimdall; He didn't even see it coming.
He certainly knew that Loki was up to no good, but he didn't expect him to pull a stunt like this. Had he have been able to do more than cough and strain to breath at that point in time, he might have given him props. But for now, he strained to keep his eye open as he lashed a claw out towards Loki, only to have it fall just short of the trickster.
"Lo--" Heimdall choked out, while attempting to free himself from the ribbon. It wasn't a particularly special ribbon. In fact, he thought it was quite feminine for someone like Loki, but it wasn't like he'd been bound by Gleipnir. Even so, with every second that passed, his fingers seemed less and less eager to continue to fight against what was to come.
"Liar," he hissed out in a similar tongue, but the word held no malice. In fact, it almost seemed as if he were speaking fondly.
Loki; That made him grin all the more. Not since Asgard had he pulled a stunt to match this, but this had not only been for fun. Killing Heimdall has never been on his mind before. In fact, he was rather fond of his 'sworn enemy'.
But the tree called for a sacrifice, and Heimdall was the most readily available. "You didn't expect any less I hope, Vindhlér. This is nothing personal. But it only goes to show that I'll always succeed where you fail."
Loki moved in quickly to wind the ribbon around Heimdall's wrists then, securing them against the table at either side of his head as he tugged even tighter. It wouldn't do Loki any good if the watchman tore through the nice fabric, after all.
"Hopefully this won't make things awkward between us. I really enjoy these visits."
Heimdall; He made a sound in his throat then that might have been a laugh, but it was cut off abruptly.
"No hard feelings," Heimdall's voice was hoarse, but it was to be expected when you were currently being strangled to death by your sworn enemy with a girly ribbon. He'd never really died before, it was an awkward feeling, that so-called life flashing before your eyes the mortals always talked about. It was funny, the only thing he could center his attention on was the face in front of him that seemed unfamiliar.
"You--" He attempted to speak, but found his voice had begun to trail off as his eye fought against a sleep that was inevitable. There was only so long a mortal body could go without air, unfortunately, and he'd about reached his limit. Being killed by a sworn enemy who'd been under a curse wasn't exactly the best way to go out, especially when it wasn't your sworn enemy. He carried Loki's face, but none of the mannerisms that annoyed him, none of the wit that constantly set him off.
"You failed, Loftur," was the only thing he could say before his smaller frame eventually slacked and his eye fluttered shut.
Loki; His lips twitched as he watched Heimdall's body fall limp. No, it wasn't even his real body. Just a prison, and now he was free.
What he was feeling all of a sudden, Loki wasn't quite sure. It stung a little bit, and instead of a weight being lifted off of his shoulders, it felt rather...heavy. But despite that, his features remained icy as he leaned over to caress his knuckles against the boy's cheek. Just an empty shell now.
"Now you won't be lonely anymore, Heimdall. Now you can be with Hel. She's better company."
The ribbon was carefully untied and unwoven from the complicated pattern, letting the body slump to the side while Loki stepped up and back to tie the ribbon into a bow back around his neck.
I never fail, Heimdall.
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