#TIED TO A ROCK WITH POISON DRIPPING INTO HIS EYE WITH HIS WIFE TRYING TO SPARE HIM PAIN

[sananaryon]

i have listened to the Bifrost incident and i will never fucking recover

[gotnofucks]

Sell My Soul - 3

Pairing: soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x reader

Words: 2.4k

Warning: smut, lactation kink, possessiveness, jealousy. Pretty mild actually. 18+ ONLY

A/N: Final part to Sell my Soul. Thank you all for giving this story a chance. And like always, I love a happy ending.

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“Here ya go Miss, just like you ordered.” The man gave you a silk pouch and you opened it with ultimate delicacy, peeking inside. A smile spread on your face. It was perfect, exactly the way you had imagined it would be.

“Thank you, sir. This is perfect!” You beamed at him. “About the payment…what time will you like for me to come to your house?”

“Anytime that suits you this Saturday, Miss” He said.

You nodded and were about to ask for one tiny detail when you felt the hair on your neck stand. Even before you saw him, you could feel his presence. His body was like a magnet and the pull he had on you was almost unreal.

“Its Missus”

Your husband seemed to have materialized out of thin air, his voice as imposing as his personality. Lee’s hand wound around your pregnant belly and you shot him a pleading look that he promptly ignored. Instead, he glared at the stranger you were talking you, his touch around you possessive and tight.

“She’s my wife. You look at this round belly, she’s pregnant with my child. If you think I’ll allow you to sniff around her knickers in my own backyard –”

“Sir, you misunderstand!” The man said and looked at you with disbelief. He had come here to make you a simple delivery, not get on the wrong side of the town’s sheriff.

“Do I now?” Lee made to approach the man and you quickly held him back by pulling on his arm. Lee was positively seething, and you knew if he had his gun on him it would be pointing at the poor guy.

“Honey, lets go inside and talk.” You knew how your husband could get when you spoke to other men. Despite having claimed you in every way possible, despite the proof of his ownership growing inside your womb, he still felt threatened by any and every man. Your pregnancy had only made him overprotective and it was a wonder you had been able to do what you just did.

“I think I’d rather stay here!” Lee shouted and you quickly planted yourself in front of him, both hands resting on his chest in an effort to calm him.

“Mr. Jeffords, if you’d kindly leave.” You said without turning to look at the man behind you. Your eyes were intently fixed on your husband knowing how volatile he could get. You heard the man behind you shuffling away as fast as he could, probably running away to the closest pub to tell the patrons how the Sheriff’s wife was treated. Not that it bothered you anymore what anyone in this town thought.

“Who the fuck was he?” Lee asked, his drawl more pronounced in his anger.

“Can we go inside? I would rather sit and talk.” You said. Lee frowned, both in annoyance and concern as he took your hand and led you back inside your house. Ever since your pregnancy, he had become more…mellow. Softer somehow.

You sat on couch and you watched in wry amusement as Lee made sure your legs rested on a cushion despite his apparent anger. He had changed his behavior towards you in the past few months but there were times when he lost control. You weren’t scared of him anymore, but you didn’t push his boundaries a lot. Having a loving and caring husband was more than you had expected out of your marriage and that was more than what other women could say.

“I leave you alone for some time and you’re off skipping with a strange man in the garden. What do you have to say for yourself, wife?”

“I want to say that you are being absolutely ridiculous.”

Lee put his hands on either side of you behind the couch, effectively caging you in. His blue eyes boiled in a raging storm, reminding you again in their own way who was in charge here.

“You seem to have forgotten who wears the pants in this relationship darlin’” He whispered, dipping his head, and kissing you slowly. His tongue slipped past your lips and claimed your mouth, and you fisted his shirt. He broke away and you leaned forward to follow, not ready to let him go just yet. Lee smirked and pulled back, knowing what he was doing.

“You don’t like me wearing pants anyway. You want easy access” You huffed, and Lee traced your jawline with a finger and you almost bite that appendage before he pulls it back chuckling.

“You’re the only woman in the world who makes me feel this way. I’m fucking pissed yet all I wanna do is slide home inside you and fill you again and again.”

Heat pools between your legs and you unconsciously squeeze them closed. Damn pregnancy hormones. Your libido almost surpassed your husband’s, but it seemed seeing you waddle around with his kid made him even more of a horny bastard than before and your sexual appetites were well taken care of.

“Who was he Y/n? Don’t make me ask again.” Lee said sitting next to you. Icy tinge of anger coated his tone and you looked him dead in the eyes, your expression completely unguarded.

“He was a jeweler. I – I ordered something.” You said, your eyes downcast.

One of Lee’s hands pushed your cardigan away and started playing with the strap of your dress. You leaned into the warmth of his body, your nose at his throat.

“What was that about you going to his house?” Lee asked, voice still hard but his hands were gentle as always.

“For the payment. I didn’t want to borrow too much money from you and so I thought I could pay him my way”

Your head was pulled back by the back of your neck, his face right in yours and breath washing over your parted lips.

“Your own way? And what’s that? Laying down on your back and opening those legs?”

Remorse filled his eyes the moment those words left his mouth as tears filled yours. There it was- the cruel person you had initially married making his sporadic appearance. You struggled in his hold, wanting to get away but he held your wrist, trapping your body in his arms.

“Let me go you bastard!” You screamed.

Lee shushed you, pulling you in his lap and cradling your wiggling body softly. You hit his shoulders and threatened to poison his tea if he didn’t unhand you, but he held fast, one hand around your waist and the other pressing your head into his chest. You didn’t realize when you had stopped flailing your hands and bunched them in his shirt. You sobbed and his hand caressed you, apologies whispered right in your ear with guilt and love.

You sniffled and wiped your dripping nose on him for good measure. You hated this part of your relationship as much as you loved it. One comment from him would make you fly off the handle and you’ll shout and rage but only find solace in his arms. Similarly, he will get mad about the littlest of things and breath fire but late at night he’ll crawl under the covers with you, his hands worshiping your body while he muttered sweet nothings mixed with apologies. You both were tied by an elastic band that no matter how farther apart you go, you snap back and come home to each other.

“I’m sorry my love” His lips moved all over your face, pressing kisses on your cheeks and chin and neck. “I am sorry”. You lay in his arms and held him, consoling him and yourself at the same time.  

“I was going to babysit his children and bake him a cake for his wife’s birthday” You whispered and felt his arms tighten around yours. He sighs and rocks you, lips never ceasing their journey on your skin.

“You should try leading with explanations” He says, and you give a muffled laugh causing him to vibrate in mirth too. You look at him from under your lashes and pull him down for a sweet sweet kiss, letting your tongue brush the back of his teeth and relishing in his shiver. He pulled back long enough to lay you on your back before carefully hovering over you, the straps of your dress being pulled away.

“When will you start producing milk?” Lee asked, his tongue making circles around your engorged nipple. He had been very pleased with the effect of pregnancy on your breasts and loved to nestle his face between them.

“Few more week I think” you said between moans, tugging at his hair and pushing more of your flesh in his mouth.

“I want to drink from it. I know our baby will need it, but you’re gonna be a good wife and save some for me, yes?”

His words made you hotter than before, slick coating your thighs and ruining your panties. His hands teased the offending garment down, sliding smoothly along your damp skin and finding the treasure you hid between your legs.

“I’m yours my love. Every part of me belongs to you. Whatever you want.” You sigh in pleasure and become putty in his hands. It was so easy to let go with him, forget yourself in the feel and smell of him.

You felt him removing his trousers and then he’s inside you, sinfully filling you to the brim. Your breath hitches as his hips snap against yours, gentle in their ministrations. You bucked against him, asking for more and yet he went slow.

“Lee, I need more. Harder!” You beg and your husband groans in the crook of your neck. His hand teases your bud, one hand holding his weight so as not to crush you.

“Must not hurt the little one” Lee said, and you whined in displeasure. You tried to push against him, get him deeper but he resisted with a hand at your hip. Tears of frustration leaked down your eyes and he licked them away, taking the taste of salt in a messy kiss.

“Please, need it so bad” you plead. “We’ll be careful”

He relented, still not going rough but a little firmer and faster. Your voice increases in cadence, high pitched garbled words escaping you as you lose your mind. Your nails are digging in Lee’s shoulder, leaving marks he proudly wears as battle scars.  Sweat travels from his hairline and falls on your body, the couch shaking from your rocking motion. You’re both making salacious sounds that echo around your house, uncaring if they travel outside. Nothing compares to the feeling of him rubbing against your soft, fluttering walls. You’re urging him on, goading him into letting go. His mouth is on yours, teeth clashing together and hands clenching painfully. His pelvic brushes against your bud and you’re falling, howling your pleasure and feel Lee twitching inside you, his seed mixing with your creamy essence.

You pant and lay together in a heap, his arms protectively wrapped around you. One hand gently rubs your slightly protruding belly, the most tender expression on his face.

“What did you order from the jeweler?” Lee asked and to his surprise you blushed and buried your head in his shoulder.

“It’s embarrassing.” You mutter and he titled your head to his.

“My love, I’ve tasted your nectar from the source and had you on your knees for me enough times for you to abandon all shame. I’m surprised you can still blush after all the filthy things we do to each other.” The bastard was smirking, and you pouted.

You reached out with your hand and got the silk pouch from the table, pulling out from within a silver armlet with an aquamarine stone in between. The stone was the exact shade of Lee’s eyes and you held it out for him to take. He did so, brows furrowed in confusion.

“This is for me?” He asked incredulous and you nodded. “Why?”

Your face flushed again but you met his eyes.

“It’s a talisman” You said and saw him roll his eyes.

“Y/n, you know I don’t believe in this shit.” He said, trying to give the armlet back to you. You pushed his hand back and looked at him imploringly.

“I believe in them Lee! You remember that old lady last month whose son you arrested? She – She cursed you. Said you’ll die a horrible death. I can’t get those words out of my head. I won’t lose you.” Lee pursed his lips at you, still not convinced.

“Lee, we’re in the family way. You’ll have a son or daughter in a couple months. I can’t sleep at night with worry that something will happen to you. I – I can’t let anything happen to you. This stone…it’s a symbol of health and hope. It will keep you safe.”

You had never been as afraid of anything in your life as the curse of that woman. You were never one to put too much faith in religion and superstitions, but when it came to your family you worried about everything. The very feel of this town is ominous. If wearing a piece of jewelry can protect your husband than you’ll make sure he wears it even if you have to use every last trick of seduction to convince him.

Lee looked at your determined face, jaw set stubbornly, and he smiled. His hand cupped your face and pulled you into a breathless kiss before resting his forehead on yours.

“My pretty girl, my love, my wife” He breathed against you mouth. “Don’t you know I have no need of anything else in this world but you? You are my strength Y/n. You keep me sane and woe betide anyone who tries to separate us.”

You clutched his collar and pulled him flush against you, your eyes blazing, and he looked at you in wonder. “You listen to me Lee Bodecker, you will wear this armlet whether you want to or not. No amount of sweet promises will get you out of it.”

Lee laughed since he had rarely seen you this fierce. His blue eyes beheld you in your glory, still naked in his arms and watery eyes that shone brighter than the sun. In that moment he knew he had never seen a more beautiful woman and he nodded.

“Whatever you say goes my love. I belong to you.”

You sealed the deal with a kiss, promising him a reward for agreeing later tonight.

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[radley-writes]

Behind every strong man is a strong woman. 

Behind every genderfluid trash-fire of a Trickster God is a disgruntled wife trying to get child support.

Norse Mythology meets Desperate Housewives in a(nother) new project from B. L. Radley: LIESMYTH!

The second thing they don't tell you about Ragnarøkkr is how long we all had to wait.

One century down the line, most of us were slathering for it. There was nothing we wanted more than to to prance out onto Vígríðr with hammers and spears aloft, and spend our final day of existence bashing each other to deified pulp.

I was no exception. I mean, if the thought of sitting for a hundred years in a moldy cave with only one other person for company sounds like Hel to you –  well.

You should try having that person be Loki.

"You know, if you're so smart, you should've brought a pipe to funnel the venom away. Not this tiny pisspot."

I ground my teeth: an action repeated with such regularity that it was a marvel I had any left. "My tiny pisspot is all that stands between you and constant, unspeakable agony. Try not to forget it.”

"I'm just saying." He must be counting the drips: that constant staccato plink that resounded from the walls of our subterranean gaol. He knew, like I did, that it was almost time. "Unspeakable agony could've been avoided altogether." 

I gave the bowl a warning wobble. “Unspeakable agony could also worsen considerably.”

"Oh, come now; don't be offended. It's constructive criticism! Next time your husband gets tied to a rock with your son’s enchanted entrails and cursed to have acid poured on his face until Ragnarøkkr, select a more appropriate vessel from your kitchen before offering to come with.”

I rolled my shoulders. They'd grown strong, as the decades rolled by. Holding a bowl in a stress position for twenty-four hours a day would do that to you. Deltoids like an oar-man; that was me.

As for my husband  – well. He was lucky I didn’t drop my appropriate vessel on him.

Loki groaned. "I thought we agreed after the previous decade? No more silent treatment."

I blinked. "I didn't respond for all of five seconds."

"Five seconds where my thoughts had nothing to fixate on but the subject of 'Sol's tits, this is really going to hurt'! If you can't think of scintillating conversation, you could always regale me with one of your stories." A smile crawled across his scarred lips. "How about that old chestnut, eh, Sigyn? You know the one: that grand old tale of how the fuck we wound up here."

 "You know how that one ends."

"We all do, don't we? Kind of the point."

Between blinks, his foxlike face took on a new likeness. Now a crone sprawled before me, pockmarked and crinkled, breasts escaping to her armpits, chin subsiding into her baggy old neck.

"And so it will be, as it was augured," she intoned, in a dry, oaken creak. "The Æsir shall ride out to Vígríðr, and engage in a stonking great slugfest. Jo̧rmungandr shall rise from where he sucks on its own slimy tail, girdling Miðgardr at the bottom of the sea. Fettered Fenrisúlfr shall howl deep in Gnipahellr, shaking the world tree Yggdrasill to its poisoned roots. Three roosters shall crow, a ship built of dead men’s toenails shall fill its loathsome sails, Surtr shall ignite his sword in Ásgarðr’s cinders, and we'll all be very bloody miserable indeed." 

Loki returned to his usual skin, as casually as other people shed coats. 

"Anyway,” he continued, without pausing for breath. “ You know what they say about stories. It's not about the ending. It's about how you get there." His green eyes flicked to me. Knowing. Furious. "And Sigyn, I'd love to hear your version."

It seemed a hundred years had been enough time for him to piece it together.

I didn’t know how to answer him. I fastened my lips and looked away.

Venom glistened on the viper’s fangs. As I watched, another viscid droplet beaded, stretched, broke. It landed - plink! - in my brimming bowl.

More than once, at this moment, a tremor in my biceps had betrayed me; cost me a scalded knuckle, a blistered thumb. Loki suffered worse – but according to the majority of the Æsir, he deserved this. He deserved for the acid to melt his eyeballs and chew on the sockets beneath, again and again, from now until Skol snapped the sun from the black-scorched sky.

I knew otherwise. I knew everything. 

And I also knew that I wouldn’t change any of it, not for the world.

The first bead trickled over, searing between my fingers. It fell to sizzle on Loki's freckled chest.

His face contorted. Pain. Anticipation. Dread. Yet his mouth made a different noise altogether: one I hadn't heard in so long that it took several moments to match these strange, syncopated wheezes to their meaning.

A laugh. My husband was laughing.

“Remember,” he gasped, fists clenched to white-knuckled bloodlessness above their fleshy bonds. “At the end of the day, Sigyn, this was your bloody idea.”

I offered no response. Just turned to empty my bowl, and waited for the Liesmyth to scream.

Don’t worry; I haven’t stopped writing Bad Necromance!  And I definitely want to write more Dressage Dragons, sooner rather than later.

This concept just wouldn’t leave me alone. It’s a remix of Norse Mythology, revolving around the antics of the WAGs (and Loki, of course). Expect a big ol’ twist regarding Ragnarok, multiple central queer relationships, and a bunch of other shenanigans. 

Anyone want to know more? If so, keep an eye out - I’ll be making a Tag List post very soon! x

[jackielanternart]

I heard somewhere someone say “Loki deserved every bad thing that ever happened to him.”

I overanalyze a lot of stuff because I have too much free time. I understand in the whole Smite system you can easily hate a character after too many bs back-stabs. But heck it. I’m bored and depressed.

“Loki deserved it”

-He was generally disliked for his nature. Annoying by default. Scummy disposition. - Got a lot of crap for being a Jötunn among Aesir. (Although the Aesir often accepted others into their halls. Like Skadi who was also a Jötunn; Freya, her brother Freyr, and their father were Vanir.)

- After a discourse with some dwarves he had his mouth sewn shut. - He ended up fixing most of the problems he caused, and even some he didn’t cause. - Saved everyone’s butts many times. - It’s kinda sad when you think about it because he was close with the Aesir gods but as the stories go on and destiny unravels it all just falls apart to everyone’s doom. - Because of the destiny foretold to Odin, Odin basically stormed in on Loki and his wife (the giantess Angrboda) and was like “Surprise dude, I’m gonna exile your son, daughter, and imprison your other son Because the dude in the well told me they are dangerous.” From the standpoint of a parent, I would be salty too.

-Then here’s the thing with the punishment after killing Baldr. The Smite lore says Loki was imprisoned and tied down with entrails with a snake placed over his head that would drip venom into his eyes. His wife, Sigyn would sit by him and collect the venom in a bowl. But when the bowl was full, she had to leave to empty it out. Then the venom would hit him in the eyes and cause him to convulse so bad there would be earthquakes.

Here is what the smite lore doesn’t tell you:

Those entrails belonged to one of his sons.

Loki and Sigyn had two boys. Narfi and Vali. When Loki was taken to the cave, Odin had the two boys brought inside too. Vali was then turned into a mindless wolf and was allowed to kill his brother Narfi. In front of Loki. They took the bowels of Narfi and used them to bind Loki to the rocks, while the wolf Vali was turned loose to the wilds. That snake placed over Loki’s head? Was put there by Skadi herself. If seeing g your children murdered Infront of you and being tied with their organs wasn’t enough, imagine that kind of betrayal fro.people you considered family? Was it justified? He did murder Baldr. Odin’s son. So was it justified? It’s up to you. The venom would drop right into his eyes. idk if you ever were poisoned or felt venom…But I looked up the bite of a European adder. Their toxicity isn’t very high, but the after issues are horrible. Immediate and intense pain my start but then lead to bruising and swelling .

“ Local symptoms include immediate and intense pain, followed after a few minutes ( Local symptoms include immediate and intense pain, followed after a few minutes (but perhaps by as much as 30 minutes) by swelling and a tingling sensation. Blisters containing blood are not common. The pain may spread within a few hours, along with tenderness and inflammation. Reddish lymphangitic lines and bruising may appear, and the whole limb can become swollen and bruised within 24 hours. Swelling may also spread to the trunk, and with children, throughout the entire body. Necrosis and intracompartmental syndromes are very rare.

Systemic symptoms resulting from anaphylaxis can be dramatic. These may appear within 5 minutes post bite, or can be delayed for many hours. Such symptoms include nausea, retching and vomiting, abdominal colic and diarrhoea, incontinence of urine and faeces, sweating, fever, vasoconstriction, tachycardia, lightheadedness, loss of consciousness, blindness,shock, angioedema of the face, lips, gums, tongue, throat and epiglottis, urticaria and bronchospasm. If left untreated, these symptoms may persist or fluctuate for up to 48 hours.in severe cases, cardiovascular failure may occur.” -. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vipera_berus What? Did you think all those black markings around his face was edgy makeup? Now imagine having that tripping into your eyes….Over and over and over for centuries and centuries. Imagine your children dead a d tying you to this for an endless amount of time your grieving wife sitting there trying to keep the Poison out. There has to be a point to where you think a about all the things you ever did and wonder if it were worth this. And then you snap. And you realize Ragnarok isnt ….TOO crazy of an idea after all.

“But he deserved it”

All I gotta say is, you messed with a daddy-s little children. The youth were loved. They took a father’s children, cast them out, stripped them away from their father, imprisoned and exciled them. Then murdered two of his boys to use them in a binding ritual. Where Loki had lots more than time to think back on everything and decide “You know what…. Ragnarok sounds pretty fun after all….”

Buts all still up for debate. It’s just when I see people saying “he deserved it, this is what I think about. Had it been me. Had it been my children. I would harbor the end of the world too.