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
‘In all honesty, Une, I apologise for disappearing without giving proper notice. I had a few of Odin’s dogs sniffing around and I needed to, hm, 'lay low’ as the Midgardians call it.
I had a thought to visit you, although I did not trust that they would not follow, even as a raven.’
{ I’m pretty sure after Sinner having been absent for over a fortnight he’s just wound up on Une’s doorstep all like ‘surprise bitch bet you thought you’d seen the last of me’ }
Though he struggled to hide it—which he failed at—a smile made its way back onto his face, twisted, lips slightly pursed as he struggled to stifle it and remain scowling. Obediently, he stepped closer and gave Sinner an “I’m waiting” look with brows raised and all, his nose stuck into the air in a snooty manner. “I, on the other hand, make no such promises,” he retorted. “Now hurry up.”
So he had relaxed back into his more agreeable self. Good. Sinner did not wish to upset this moment over such trivial things as power-play if it proved to put a negative spin on his enjoyment. There was a slim chance, if any at all when the opportunity for him to frolic presented itself. He was not about to ruin it now.
With decisive steps did Sinner meet the other halfway and snaked his hand around the back of Une’s head. He prompted him to lean over so that he may properly greet him with a heated kiss that took on a more savage edge by the snap of his teeth over Une’s lower lip. His free hand went about toying with his zipper and unfastened it in haste as commanded.
The scowl written on his face deepened, eyes narrowing, scrutinizing, glaring, at Sinner. The silence seemed to be stretched thin between them, even though he was really only quiet for a few short moments he clicked his tongue and glanced away from him. “I am pleased,” he admitted, though certainly not happily (because sometimes it was hard for him to admit things). “But that does not mean I won’t leave.” Now his gaze snapped back to him. It was as if the confession weakened him, but the reminder that he still had power (even if it was only the fact that he’d leave Sinner with his pants around his ankles) made him feel better. Strange how the concept of power found its way into the most mundane conversations he had. It was an ingrained instinct to be on top, so to speak.
Gradually did the amusement that livened Sinner’s eyes begin to deaden, and his grin softened to that of a slighter one. Admittedly the confession had caught him off-guard despite expecting a definite answer, although it was only because it strongly reflected that of his own wishes.
I want you.
Silent wishes, of course, of the shameful and disreputable kind–and none that Sinner ever intended to reveal. ‘Then quit pouting and come here–I promise not to tease…maybe.’
“‘Tis not I who will be receiving satisfying pleasure, you know. It’s you getting the blow job, not I. If you want to delay it, by all means, continue with your teasing, but just remember that I have the capacity to wait until those trousers are around your ankles before shaking my head with a smile, turning away, and walking off, leaving you high and dry in more ways than one. So, really, are you sure you want to be a smirking, teasing little asshole?” He asked, brows lifted in a condescending expression but his eyes curiously roving over his counterpart’s form. While he was jesting, in a sense, there was some seriousness behind his words: he could very well leave his twin to rid of his erection himself. It may be mean, yes, but Unicorn was mean more often than he cared to admit.
'Teasing little asshole’. He had been called many things, though not that in a long time. It was commonly affiliated with his trickster nature buried somewheres long disused in the endless depths of his mind. Une, however, seemed to evoke this part of him and Sinner found himself more than happy to oblige if only for a moment.
He responded presently and without a falter in his smirk, but halt he did from tugging at his fly. ‘Would you have me believe that you are not at all pleased by mine request, or have I been mistaken to think that this is a service to please mine own desires, mm? If so, then I shall stop this now. I have no problem with continuing this by mineself.’
He was taunting him, of course, but Sinner could not deny the curiousity that lingered in his tone.
Patience was something Unicorn only had in random bursts and, right now, there wasn’t any patience to spare. Pursing his lips into a displeased scowl, he folded his arms impatiently over his chest and tapped his index finger on his upper arm, w a i t i n g.
When he was responded with a scowl Sinner’s knife-grin only widened, thoroughly enjoying this little game that Une seemed less-than-pleased in partaking in. Though for the sake of his twin’s sanity, Sinner slipped his belt from the loops of his tight, black jeans and dropped it to his side with a sharp ‘thud’ of metal hitting the ground.
Shamelessly did his marked hand glide over his front to palm himself before his thumb and forefinger pinched the button on the waistband to pop it free. Still, that glare remained unwavering and it prompted the god to cock his head just off to the side. 'Such vicious glare, Une. Am I deserving of it?’
With a simple wave of his hand, an ice cold glass of water was conjured up and held out in offering to his counterpart whilst the other hand conjured up a potion bottle of bright green liquid. “Drink all of this,” he said, referring to the potion which he uncorked and also held out to Sinner. “That glass of water is magicked so it’ll refill once it’s emptied, by the way. Keep drinking that and get plenty of rest, the potion should help.”
‘Gratitude.’ Sinner thanked with a stifled yawn, finding himself feeling progressively tired. With heavy lids drooping to a half-lidded gaze, Sinner collected both items into his grasp. He took a generous gulp of the stuff in the bottle and his nose twitched with the bitter after-taste. Hoping to drown out the lingering unpleasantness, Sinner downed almost all of the water of the neighbouring glass. As promised, the water rose again to it’s initial height. Though it did little to distract of that awful taste, and Sinner had an idea to plug his nose when taking his next sip.
'I do not commonly complain about swallowing questionable things, but goodness this is appalling.’ Sinner protested with a grimace. Although the potion was already working its magic and Sinner felt a pleasant tingling run up his throat as his foggy head began to clear.
Unicorn smirked, pleased, as he pulled away. “Good,” he purred, moving a hand to brush some hair from Sinner’s forehead. “You’re burning up, though. I have a potion you can take to alleviate the symptoms. You should probably drink some water, too.”
There was a slight twinge as Une plucked he stray hairs from his glistening forehead, and Sinner gave a small sigh as that hand rested upon his heated skin to check his fever. ‘Twas only a partial jest when I spoke of mine dire situation.’ Sinner spoke as he shifted to prop himself upon his elbows. 'If I do not break the fever soon, I could succumb to severe consequences—-I drink yes, would be most favourable..if you do not mind–.’
”I’m not CPR trained and certified, but…” Leaning down, Loki pressed his lips to Sinner’s.
He returned the kiss all too eagerly, liking in the coolness of Une’s lips against his flushed own. His fever had risen his temperature most uncomfortably, and the difference of Une’s was a most welcome change.
‘Oh, I feel marvellously better.’ He snickered, ‘You do indeed hold witchcraft in your lips.’
Jesting and sought comfort. It was the only thing that Sinner had to put troubled thoughts from mind.
