Action: 14th of the Rebirth

[brosif]

Characters: Loki, Sif, attitude
Open? No
Where: The road to the thorns
When: Day 14th
What: Sif wants to beat the hell out of Loki. No one's sure what it is that Loki wants.
Warnings: None, yet?End of the thread veers into NSFW territory!
Under the best circumstances, the Aesir were not a calm people. Even Sif, who prided herself on being a more mindful fighter than most – mindful in a daily way, which colored every movement, which left no doubt that her name had been earned in deed and oath – could be provoked to a blood rage, in the heat of battle.

She had been in such a rage for almost a day now, with no end in sight. After her failed attempt on the king’s life, she’d at least had mind enough to clear herself of the castle, of her friends and allies.

The man she rode towards now was neither. Usually more careful with her animals, she kicked at her horse, urging it faster still. She would find Loki before this day was out.

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[brosif]

A nod, then. She eases on top of him, hips arching up as she guides his cock--

Into her. Here they are.

"You have me," she says, breath hitching as she feels the whole of him.

[sorcerous]

He shudders and gasps, fighting for breath. Her body is supple, and tight, and strong. He twitches, a half-thrust up into her. He doesn't know if he should move, if she wants to control this, what to do.

[brosif]

There is a guttural moan in the back of her throat at the thrust. She leans closer to him, hips moving achingly slow until she is close enough to kiss.

She presses her mouth to his, and settles into a rhythm just a hair's breadth away from cruelty in its slowness. She doesn't mean to be. But she--

I mourned you, she thinks, pushing in with her tongue. Her fingers trace his jaw line, coming to cup the side of his face. She mourned him and he moves beneath her, feels very nearly a part of her, so alive throughout.