Reblog if you’re not afraid to write lesbian or gay smut or plotlines. Let’s see who’s not afraid to be honest.

Loki gasped as the dagger pierced his flesh, eyes remaining on Dalie despite the attack. “I always wanted you to penetrate me,” he joked in a shaky voice, squeezing his eyes shut when Dalie twisted the blade; a small cry of pain escaping him when the knife was yanked out. He dropped his hand down to his abdomen, fingers probing the new wound. Adrenaline must have dulled his pain, but that wouldn’t last long. “What was the lesson?”

“Perhaps I have, just not in the way you intended,” Dalie said. He grabbed the hand that tenderly clung to the wound and peeled it away as he let his left hand’s fingers push into and widen the wound. The main resistance was that of Loki’s upper-garments, not nearly as soft and yielding as his flesh. “New lesson. Today we learn the anatomy of a jotun.”

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//I miss my Misfit Brothers.

((OOC: We could be misfit bros 😀 Oh wait, no, Dalie would prolly kill ur muse. Oops. XD Nevermind.))

((OOC: Psst… Dalie…

Lolol.))