God, reborn----
An Independent Myth/Headcanon and altered story to the tales of the infamous Trickster. This is a Multiverse|Multiship, Selective RP blog. Please read the 'About'.
21+ | NSFW tag: ;sinful

 frostkingoftheapocalypse:
  "❦"

frostkingoftheapocalypse:

syndarinn:

Send me a ❦ for a reaction to your muse playing with mine’s hair.

        A feather-light touch registered on pale skin, fingertips trailing down his hairline to nestle at his ear and there delving into the black locks fanned around his head. A flicker of a smile brightened the features of the resting god, head tilted to one side to feel the faint rays of sun upon his cheek; to invite a caress of that charming, eloquent mouth.

The King understood and lowered his head, and a delighted chuckle broke through the tranquil quiet of the forest, Sinner returning the favour with a tender kiss of his own.

       This was how it was, how it came to be. To convey emotions through touch and action. Words held no depth. Words could only express so much, and both men placed importance on good deeds - a mutual understanding.

Sinner hummed a tune, cheerful and light, comfortably lounging upon the grass with his head supported on the King’s lap. He would be perfectly happy to remain like this, if only a little while longer, but alas their time here was inevitably drawing to an end.

      ‘Ástvinur, love, should we head back before the sun falls?’

“Never.”

Risk paused to admire the brightness affecting Sinner’s complexion to which he couldn’t help but briefly trace along the prominent cheekbone. Such lack of worry or darker thought was a welcome sight on that handsome face —demons temporarily at bay under the warm glow of companionship.

“I, like you, struggle with company ástvinur,” Returning to the weaving of the locks in his lap, “Though by very definition a King is a sociable creature, trust is a lot harder to come by. And so very easily broken.”

      As quickly as that radiance came about it dimmed at those carefully chosen words and Sinner broke their locked gaze, somewhat disheartened. ‘And I, like you, understand the distrust of others most strongly—-but,’ He blinked back up at Risk, extending a hand to smooth over the coarse hair of his beard with the backs of his fingers.
‘I differ in that opinion when it comes to you. With you, I am fearless.’