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Lyfjaberg

Summary: Born from the liaison between Odin and the mortal woman Gunnhild, Eir was bestowed with the power of healing. A demigod and half-sister to Thor, stepsister to Loki. A happy baby from the very start, she became the favourite of her father and her brothers held a tender spot for her as well, even the cold Loki could not resist her charm. She lived in Lyfjaberg, the hill of healing, with her helpful spirits and was beloved by the Valkyries for her gentle nature.

Characters: Loki/OFC, Thor, Odin

Title: Lyfjaberg

Chapter One:

Nestled in the heart of the gods was one who chose life over death and happiness over sadness. She would speak no ill words of any and bestow upon those who loved her the greatest gifts. Even to the much-loathed god Loki, she gave her love and patience, earning his rare respect. Loki and his brother were often at odds when younger, Eir was always the mediator between them. She loved both dearly and wished harm to neither. Her mortal mother died when giving birth to her and Odin took her to Asgard to live close to him. His wife Frigga took to Eir quickly and was happy to teach her the magic she knew, though at a young age Eir quickly outmatched her. The Asgardian people sought her for cures and healing as well as aid in childbirth, which she readily gave.

She was one of only two who could speak to Loki and have him listen instead of ignoring. She often went to him to plead for him to stop his endless wars and though he cared deeply for her advice, he could not stop himself. He would come to her after battles to beg for her forgiveness and she would always bestow it upon him, unable to be angry with her brother. Thor regaled her with stories of his great victories and she would listen with great amusement, enjoying his boisterous ways.

When Loki and Thor warred between each other, it was Eir's safe haven they sought at some point. Seeking her advice and comfort. Her land was beauty defined with many-colored flowers, butterflies, and dragonflies fluttering through the green grasses and the sun-kissed waters were as calm as the one who ruled over the land. Odin had given her this land, wishing her to be happy and finding the truth of the world too hard for her to handle. In Lyfjaberg she could be happy and kept that way.

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His plans had been thwarted by his own brother and Loki was, once again, locked in the dungeons of Asgard. He sat upon the floor with an open book in his lap but looked up feeling a presence. He looked as Eir appeared in the window and he stared at her, she stared at him.

"Brother, why do you find trouble wherever you go?" she asked and he smiled at her.

"I am the god of mischief, would you expect any less sister?" he questioned and she shook her head. He admired her pure white dress, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, and a beautiful flower crown upon her head. He envied her ability to find happiness wherever she went and to leave beauty whenever she left, he already felt his heart lighter with her presence.

"I wish you would come to Lyfjaberg, stay with me," she urged and he shook his head.

"I would only darken your lands, sister," he chided and she placed her hand upon the glass, soon she stood before him inside the dungeon. He stood and hugged her, she wrapped her arms around him.

"I wish only the best for you, Loki," she assured and he nodded.

"I know this sister, you are one of the only I believe when you say this," he agreed and she sat upon the bed with him, holding his hands.

"Tell me, what must be done to make you happy?" she asked and he laughed, shaking his head.

"There is no happiness for me, Eir, I am the god of chaos," he said and looked up as she slid her palm against his cheek.

"There must be some," she pleaded and he smiled again. He kissed her forehead and shook his head.

"There isn't," he assured. "The only happiness I feel is when you are near and that is because of your powers," he told and she smiled, resting her palm against his cheek again.

"Does mother provide you with your books?" she asked and Loki smiled, it was a secret that Frigga snuck books to him. Odin would not have approved either his brother. He nodded and she smiled. "I am glad, I will see to it that you are given the mead from my land as well," she promised. The mead of Lyfjaberg was the sweetest mead he had ever tasted and it brought great happiness to whoever drank it. "I must go but I will return my sweet brother," she promised.

"You are the only one who calls me sweet," he said and she smiled, kissing his cheek.

"It is because I see you for who you are, not what you do," she said, standing and for a moment gazed at him, then was gone. The coldness and loneliness of the cell soon reentered his heart again, the world was grey once again.

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Guzzle

Summary: Tom was hired five years back as the butler of an established house, a family of more than 100 years lineage occupied it. The lord of the manor has a particularly bratty daughter that Tom has seen grow from 16 to 21 and that has always been a pain in his side. He was now stuck with serving her while her parents were on holiday and she seemed to excite in making his life even worse when unsupervised.

Pairing: A/U Tom hardy x OFC

Title: Guzzle

It was the night of a large gala, the last before her parents would depart on their month long holiday and Tom was stationed at the back of the room, keeping an eye on things. As head butler, he was giving the duty of running the room and being sure all the other servants, hired help as was the acceptable term now, were keeping in line.

It was difficult, not his job, he could do that with his eyes blindfolded and one arm tied behind his back. The difficult part was the daughter, she was a minx and constantly sought companionship wherever she could. It seemed to ooze from her, the desperation and the need for a man, though she wasn’t partial to men. It seemed she would take what she could get and Tom was often escorting her night time couplings out the next morning. Her parents turned a blind eye to it, hoping it would resolve itself or she would find a man that would straighten her out, the typical old school ideas of elites.

She sat now, sprawled in her chair with an arm around the back and a champagne glass held loosely in her hand, her green eyes always roving the room for her next conquest. Tom did his best to ignore her but he couldn’t, her dress was cut far too low to be respectable. He had seen her mother’s perfectly arched eyebrows raise when she entered the room and her father’s grip on his champagne glass nearly broke it but they said nothing, as usual. It was well known as well within society of her desires, her kinks but far too many of the elites’ children had been involved with her for anyone to speak out.

He was distracted by a tumbling tray and cursed under his breath, another mess to clean up. He hated messes and he hated imperfections in his service. He crouched down and quickly helped the mess be cleaned, directing it to be taken downstairs quickly.

“Shall you whip them later for their incompetence?” a voice came, a voice he knew well and it sent chills down his spine. He turned and smiled tightly at the woman. She stood nearly at his height, her perfectly coifed brunette hair pulled over one shoulder and he gazed at her beautiful, plump red lips smile.

“M’am,” he said and went to step back but she joined him.

“Tell me, how do you punish your naughty servants?” she asked, raising one eyebrow and he did his best to hold back an annoyed sigh.

“M’am, we do not punish our help unless they are caught with more severe crimes,” he declared and she sighed.

“Shame, I was hoping you were a closeted sadist,” she hummed, her eyes returning to graze the room and she sauntered off, he couldn’t help his gaze land on her swaying hips. She said things to him that would cause him pain in his trousers and he would shift in his place, doing his best to ignore it. He would not let her win, he would not let her get him fired from a job he had worked hard to rise in ranks.

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“Where is this girl?” Edward hissed, leaning into his wife and she sighed.

“I don’t know, Edward,” she dismissed, directing her suitcases being put in the car and Tom looked to the front door as it opened. “Ella!” her mother exclaimed, seemingly relieved her father would no longer harrass her.

“It’s about time, girl,” Edward grunted and Ella smiled sweetly, her sunglasses hiding what Tom was sure was a roll of her eyes.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she apologized and wrapped her arms around her father, he hugged her stiffly. “I hope you both enjoy your holiday,” she urged and hugged her mother next.

“I’m leaving Mr. Hardy in charge,” Edward declared, a look to Tom and Ella sighed.

“Daddy, he’s a total bore, he doesn’t let me do anything,” she moaned and Edward smiled at her.

“And that is why he is in charge,” he declared and Ella crossed her arms but Tom knew no more would be said of it. Ella stood as her parents got into the vehicle but as soon as they pulled down the drive, she marched back in the house with a slam of the door.

“I don’t envy you, sir,” one of the footman said and Tom glanced over at him, he couldn’t agree more. The next month was going to be filled with head aches and temper tantrums.