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An Avenger in Asgard Frostiron Gift Exchange 2017 2/?chapters for gamesandgoldenapples

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/13105587.

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

F/M

M/M

Multi

Fandom:

The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Norse Religion & Lore, Iron Man (Movies),

Thor (Movies)

Relationship: Loki/Tony Stark, Lady Loki/Tony Stark, Jotunn Loki/Tony Stark

Character: Loki (Marvel), Lady Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark, Heimdall (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Fandral (Marvel), Jotunn Loki (Marvel)

Additional Tags:

Sexual Slavery, Harems, Asgard (Marvel), Asgardians -Freeform ,Discrimination

Cultural Differences

Slave Loki (Marvel)

Forced Prostitution

Tony Stark Has A Heart

Tony Being Tony

Loss of Virginity

Virgin Loki (Marvel)

Non-Evil Loki (Marvel)

Mildly Dubious Consent

Loki is not the adopted son of Odin and Frigga

Oral Sex

Frostiron Secret Santa

2017 gift exchange

Stats:Published: 2017-12-23 Chapters: 3/? Words: 11534An Avenger in Asgardby

Lokislonelylady

Summary

Tony Stark, a.k.a. Iron Man jumps at the opportunity to travel to another world, Thor's home planet of Asgard, land of Space Vikings as a sort of ambassador from Midgard as a step towards opening up formal relations between the Earth and the Realm Eternal. He returns home with Thor to meet Thor's parent's and court and to tour a real alien world. Aesir look down on humans and anyone who isn't a warrior and despite using advanced magic and technology they look down on men who use magic or science-both considered women's hobbies. But their attitude towards slavery is what surprises Tony the most-Slavery is legal, and the palace itself has sex slaves locked up in a harem that Thor drags Tony to and Thor is surprised at Tony's objections. Tony swears he won't touch one of the palace sex workers no matter what but then he sees Loki-a drop dead gorgeous man with pale skin, green eyes and long black hair who can change into a beautiful woman or a stunning blue alien with red eyes and strange lines across his skin and suddenly the issue seems a little murkier.

An Avenger in Asgard

Chapter 1: An Avenger in Asgard To say Tony Stark was excited was putting it mildly. He was beyond excited, he was getting to travel to an actual other actual planet. Asgard. At last. (Ass-guard he always heard whispered in his juvenile brain whenever he heard mention of or thought of Thor’s home world. Ever since he’d met joined The Avengers to fight the alien invasion led by Amora the evil enchantress exiled from Asgard and met Thor who had been sent to stop Amora and recover the Tesseract Tony had been dying of scientific curiosity about these known other inhabited realms that Thor spoke so casually about travelling around.

Every time Thor came or went in his showy rainbow circle of fiery light, Tony grinded his back teeth, wishing he could go check out Space Viking Land, a place that sounded and seemed back-asswards primitive in some ways but according to Thor’s tales, they had pollution free flying two to three-man hover-type crafts? And also, highly skilled medical diagnostic testing machines, magical apples of immortality, not to mention the whole forged a weapon from the heart of a dying star, a weapon that only responds to one worthy god and only as long as he is worthy…and the Bifrost bridge? That is some space tech that he wants to get his hands onto. Now, finally, his chance has arrived. The World Security Council has decided to establish formal diplomatic ties with Asgard at long last and with Tony working closely with the Council to develop the Accords and one of Earth’s most powerful people, whether in the arena of science, politics, or defense or just by virtue of his money and power if Stark hadn’t been suggested to be the diplomatic liaison he would have pulled strings and pushed on people until he made it happen.

Now he was packing the one suitcase he was allowed to bring with him. He was not allowed to bring the Iron Man suit with him which had been a matter of no small contention. Tony didn’t like the idea of being in the land full of people like Thor and him a small puny human without a magical sword or hammer. He had the magical armor forged in the heart of a dying…cave, or err, in a cave where he was dying, in a cave where Yin Sen died? And God(S?) the playing field be level, so he wasn’t allowed to bring it with him. More than level, when Thor first showed up during Amora’s invasion Stark had just about kicked the Asgardian’s electrified ass. The hammer’s lightening only charged Tony’s suit up with extra juice, that Tony turned against Thor. And he’d made lots of modifications to the suits he’d built since then, and included all he’d learned from fighting Amora, her pet Skurge, and the Chitauri during the invasion of New York and from sparring with Thor too- he’s got way more strength, can take way stronger hits and has way more fire power-he has tried to be sure no alien force from his nightmares will ever outgun or outmatch him. He is bringing two bracelets that can turn into repulsor gloves, so he will not be completely unarmed and weaponless. He finished packing and met Thor up on the roof and Thor yelled for Heimdall to open the Bifrost and then the laws of physics got a bit less…rigid than they had previously seemed in Tony’s life. In a whoosh of color and light and yet a complete absence of sound the tower and New York disappeared and a few seconds of lurching in his stomach and of him having to clothes his eyes against the prism of colors moving around him in a wash of bright light and then next then he knew he felt himself dropping onto a solid surface and thank goodness Thor had grabbed him around the waist like a fainting girl and was holding him in a meaty arm so that he didn’t slam into the ground in a crumpled heap but instead was lowered down onto his feet down beside Thor who made sure he opened his eyes and was able to stand up without assistance before he let go of him.

Embarrassingly, they have landed in front of a witness. They are standing on the famous rainbow bridge and a tall very dark-skinned man with creepy golden eyes is staring at them, his face impassive. He held an enormous golden sword. The man bowed rather low to Thor.

“Your Highness, Prince Thor, I am glad to see you returned. Anthony, son of Stark, welcome to Asgard.” Okay, creepy eyes knows Tony’s name.

“Man of Iron, this is Heimdall, the watcher of Asgard and guardian of the Bifrost.” Okay so this was the guy who spied on everyone, see this was one aspect of the myths that disturbed Tony quite a bit-a guy who could and did, watch everything and everyone-way creepy. Tony gave the guy a polite hello but was frankly glad to leave the guy behind and head down the bridge. He bent down to look closely at the bridge and try and figure it out, couldn’t learn a thing by looking; it just looked like it was built of layers of different colored crystal. Below it flowed a violent body of water and above a field of stars. Ahead stood a giant city of tall buildings that appeared to all be built of gold. Thor had said Asgard was not a round planet, but an engineered world built in the shape of a disc which again, defied the laws of physics as he knew them and science demanded Tony learned all he could about that bullshit while here.

But apparently first up tonight was a giant feast to welcome him to Asgard. Besides war and hunting, feasting and drinking were the other two main pastimes of space Vikings from what Tony had gathered from Thor’s tales of Asgard and the stories the two of Thor’s Asgardian warrior buddies Fandral and Lady Sif who had visited Earth once had told. Tony was curious if all the women were “shield maiden” like Sif who almost knocked Tony’s teeth out for flirting with her or scary witches like Amora, she at least wore dresses, but unwelcome flirting might get you turned into a frog. Guess he’d find out. At least Fandral had been receptive to flirting with anyone and by anyone.

Tony was accorded some respect despite being a short-lived, puny human as a warrior because of fighting in the Iron Man armor but because he was shorter in height and smaller in build and not blonde or red haired like most Aesir and because he did not engage in close quarters combat with sword, hammer or mace and shield with just parts of his body lightly armored the Asgardians seemed to consider him in a somewhat lesser, more cowardly class of fighter than themselves. Using science or magic in battle were considered beneath real warriors and somehow dishonorable. Tony thought that was the stupidest bullshit ever, that using any advantage that kept you alive was just smart and to not use any advantage whether it was magic, or science was idiotic. He had to bite his tongue to not respond to overheard remarks about himself and he kept finding himself repeatedly losing the same arguments with stubborn Aesir over their opinions about warriors, magic, and science or technology and combat methods and why that made a warrior any less “manly” or his victory any less honorable. Stupid space Vikings.

The Hall of Pleasure

Chapter Summary

Thor drags Tony to Asgard's famous harem- the Hall of Pleasure where well-trained and educated and galaxy wide famed for their beauty, skills, and talents men and women serve royalty, nobility and visiting dignitaries and honored guests of wealth and status who come to Asgard and are lucky enough to be allowed entrance into its legendary and secluded walls.

Chapter Notes

Frostiron gift exchange 2017 for games_and_goldenapples #[email protected] This story just grew-sorry! The filth sprawled beyond one chapter, the smut begins ch.3, I believe will end up being about 5 chapters long, hoping not any longer. Chapter 3 will separatedly posted here on tumblr

Chapter 2: The Hall of PleasurePosted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/13105587.Rating:ExplicitArchive Warning:Choose Not To Use Archive WarningsCategory:F/M, M/M, MultiFandom:The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Norse Religion & Lore, Iron Man (Movies), Thor (Movies)Relationship:Loki/Tony Stark, Lady Loki/Tony Stark, Jotunn Loki/Tony StarkCharacter:Loki (Marvel), Lady Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark, Heimdall (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Fandral (Marvel), Jotunn Loki (Marvel) - CharacterAdditional Tags:Sexual Slavery, Harems, Asgard (Marvel), Avengers in Asgard, Asgardians - Freeform, Discrimination, Cultural Differences, Slave Loki (Marvel), Forced Prostitution, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Being Tony, Loss of Virginity, Virgin Loki (Marvel), Non-Evil Loki (Marvel), Mildly Dubious Consent, Loki is not the adopted son of Odin and Frigga, Oral Sex, Frostiron Secret Santa, 2017 gift exchangeStats:Published: 2017-12-23 Chapters: 3/? Words: 11534

An Avenger in Asgardby Lokislonelylady

Summary:Tony Stark, a.k.a. Iron Man jumps at the opportunity to travel to another world, Thor's home planet of Asgard, land of Space Vikings as a sort of ambassador from Midgard as a step towards opening up formal relations between the Earth and the Realm Eternal. He returns home with Thor to meet Thor's parent's and court and to tour a real alien world. Aesir look down on humans and anyone who isn't a warrior and despite using advanced magic and technology they look down on men who use magic or science-both considered women's hobbies. But their attitude towards slavery is what surprises Tony the most-Slavery is legal, and the palace itself has sex slaves locked up in a harem that Thor drags Tony to and Thor is surprised at Tony's objections. Tony swears he won't touch one of the palace sex workers no matter what but then he sees Loki-a drop dead gorgeous man with pale skin, green eyes and long black hair who can change into a beautiful woman or a stunning blue alien with red eyes and strange lines across his skin and suddenly the issue seems a little murkier.An Avenger in AsgardChapter 1: An Avenger in Asgard

To say Tony Stark was excited was putting it mildly. He was beyond excited, he was getting to travel to an actual other actual planet. Asgard. At last. (Ass-guard he always heard whispered in his juvenile brain whenever he heard mention of or thought of Thor’s home world. Ever since he’d met joined The Avengers to fight the alien invasion led by Amora the evil enchantress exiled from Asgard and met Thor who had been sent to stop Amora and recover the Tesseract Tony had been dying of scientific curiosity about these known other inhabited realms that Thor spoke so casually about travelling around.Every time Thor came or went in his showy rainbow circle of fiery light, Tony grinded his back teeth, wishing he could go check out Space Viking Land, a place that sounded and seemed back-asswards primitive in some ways but according to Thor’s tales, they had pollution free flying two to three-man hover-type crafts? And also, highly skilled medical diagnostic testing machines, magical apples of immortality, not to mention the whole forged a weapon from the heart of a dying star, a weapon that only responds to one worthy god and only as long as he is worthy…and the Bifrost bridge? That is some space tech that he wants to get his hands onto. Now, finally, his chance has arrived. The World Security Council has decided to establish formal diplomatic ties with Asgard at long last and with Tony working closely with the Council to develop the Accords and one of Earth’s most powerful people, whether in the arena of science, politics, or defense or just by virtue of his money and power if Stark hadn’t been suggested to be the diplomatic liaison he would have pulled strings and pushed on people until he made it happen.Now he was packing the one suitcase he was allowed to bring with him. He was not allowed to bring the Iron Man suit with him which had been a matter of no small contention. Tony didn’t like the idea of being in the land full of people like Thor and him a small puny human without a magical sword or hammer. He had the magical armor forged in the heart of a dying…cave, or err, in a cave where he was dying, in a cave where Yin Sen died? And God(S?) the playing field be level, so he wasn’t allowed to bring it with him. More than level, when Thor first showed up during Amora’s invasion Stark had just about kicked the Asgardian’s electrified ass. The hammer’s lightening only charged Tony’s suit up with extra juice, that Tony turned against Thor. And he’d made lots of modifications to the suits he’d built since then, and included all he’d learned from fighting Amora, her pet Skurge, and the Chitauri during the invasion of New York and from sparring with Thor too- he’s got way more strength, can take way stronger hits and has way more fire power-he has tried to be sure no alien force from his nightmares will ever outgun or outmatch him. He is bringing two bracelets that can turn into repulsor gloves, so he will not be completely unarmed and weaponless. He finished packing and met Thor up on the roof and Thor yelled for Heimdall to open the Bifrost and then the laws of physics got a bit less…rigid than they had previously seemed in Tony’s life. In a whoosh of color and light and yet a complete absence of sound the tower and New York disappeared and a few seconds of lurching in his stomach and of him having to clothes his eyes against the prism of colors moving around him in a wash of bright light and then next then he knew he felt himself dropping onto a solid surface and thank goodness Thor had grabbed him around the waist like a fainting girl and was holding him in a meaty arm so that he didn’t slam into the ground in a crumpled heap but instead was lowered down onto his feet down beside Thor who made sure he opened his eyes and was able to stand up without assistance before he let go of him.Embarrassingly, they have landed in front of a witness. They are standing on the famous rainbow bridge and a tall very dark-skinned man with creepy golden eyes is staring at them, his face impassive. He held an enormous golden sword. The man bowed rather low to Thor.“Your Highness, Prince Thor, I am glad to see you returned. Anthony, son of Stark, welcome to Asgard.” Okay, creepy eyes knows Tony’s name.“Man of Iron, this is Heimdall, the watcher of Asgard and guardian of the Bifrost.” Okay so this was the guy who spied on everyone, see this was one aspect of the myths that disturbed Tony quite a bit-a guy who could and did, watch everything and everyone-way creepy. Tony gave the guy a polite hello but was frankly glad to leave the guy behind and head down the bridge. He bent down to look closely at the bridge and try and figure it out, couldn’t learn a thing by looking; it just looked like it was built of layers of different colored crystal. Below it flowed a violent body of water and above a field of stars. Ahead stood a giant city of tall buildings that appeared to all be built of gold. Thor had said Asgard was not a round planet, but an engineered world built in the shape of a disc which again, defied the laws of physics as he knew them and science demanded Tony learned all he could about that bullshit while here.But apparently first up tonight was a giant feast to welcome him to Asgard. Besides war and hunting, feasting and drinking were the other two main pastimes of space Vikings from what Tony had gathered from Thor’s tales of Asgard and the stories the two of Thor’s Asgardian warrior buddies Fandral and Lady Sif who had visited Earth once had told. Tony was curious if all the women were “shield maiden” like Sif who almost knocked Tony’s teeth out for flirting with her or scary witches like Amora, she at least wore dresses, but unwelcome flirting might get you turned into a frog. Guess he’d find out. At least Fandral had been receptive to flirting with anyone and by anyone.Tony was accorded some respect despite being a short-lived, puny human as a warrior because of fighting in the Iron Man armor but because he was shorter in height and smaller in build and not blonde or red haired like most Aesir and because he did not engage in close quarters combat with sword, hammer or mace and shield with just parts of his body lightly armored the Asgardians seemed to consider him in a somewhat lesser, more cowardly class of fighter than themselves. Using science or magic in battle were considered beneath real warriors and somehow dishonorable. Tony thought that was the stupidest bullshit ever, that using any advantage that kept you alive was just smart and to not use any advantage whether it was magic, or science was idiotic. He had to bite his tongue to not respond to overheard remarks about himself and he kept finding himself repeatedly losing the same arguments with stubborn Aesir over their opinions about warriors, magic, and science or technology and combat methods and why that made a warrior any less “manly” or his victory any less honorable. Stupid space Vikings

.The Hall of PleasureChapter Summary: Thor drags Tony to Asgard's famous harem- the Hall of Pleasure where well-trained and educated and galaxy wide famed for their beauty, skills, and talents men and women serve royalty, nobility and visiting dignitaries and honored guests of wealth and status who come to Asgard and are lucky enough to be allowed entrance into its legendary and secluded walls.

Chapter NotesFrostiron gift exchange 2017 for games_and_goldenapples #[email protected]

This story just grew-sorry! The filth sprawled beyond one chapter, the smut begins ch.3, I believe will end up being about 5 chapters long, hoping not any longer. Chapter 3 will be posted separately on tumbler.

Chapter 2: The Hall of Pleasure

For the feast Tony honest to God wore Asgardian clothing; he had been gifted with a set of leather and some silken like material outfit of many layers and lots of gold buckles and belts in red, gold, and black colors that he had to admit looked surprisingly good on him, he trimmed his goatee up perfect and made sure to gel his hair and run his fingers through it until it was mussed to look just right. He wore his dressiest black leather Ferragamo shoes, gold Rolex watch, and his MIT class ring just to try to add a touch of bling to match the gold bling that is Asgard itself.The feast is another ten-course loud, mead-filled blur. Tony tries not to smart his mouth off too much, to start any fights. Mead is strong he has discovered, and he must keep that in mind. You can’t lose track of how much of it you drink, or you will be sorry and embarrass your planet. He sits next to Thor of course and they swap increasingly loud stories of both Asgard and the Avengers and try to outdo one another in keeping those at their table entertained.

Thor is loud and used to being the center of attention, a born prince, Tony is a born showman and used to being the center of attention. Good thing they are friends, who truly like and respect one another after several years of fighting alongside one another. Funny that the first time they met they tried to beat the shit out of one another. Tony is the guest of honor and many toast are made to his health and his heroism back on “Midgard” and after all the feasting and boasting stories have died down Thor drags Tony away from the dining hall telling him that they have arranged a special privilege for him.

“Special privilege? What are you talking about?” Tony asks nervously. There are enough customs that are different and weird amongst these people for him to worry about the possibilities here.

“Oh, this is a good thing, I promise Man of Iron! You are to be allowed access to the Hall of Pleasure, Asgard’s famous royal harem tonight and may pick any one you want from the bed slaves there to spend the night pleasuring you.”

“Slaves! Thor, that is never a good thing, ew…Slavery is outlawed on Midgard because it’s just morally wrong. People aren’t possessions. We even fought a big war two hundred years ago just to end slavery in America.” Tony struggled to explain.

“You don’t understand, these may technically be slaves but they are highly trained courtesans who are prized and live in luxury in the palace and nobles and royalty come from all the nine realms to visit them and some of these courtesan end up married to nobles and princes, these are not truly slaves in any sense- they are prized, pampered, and educated individuals…at least come and see the harem and meet some of the most beautiful creatures in all the realms-I know you are a man with a keen eye for beauty.”

And though the back of Tony’s mind thought, yeah but they still have to have sex with people against their will…he couldn’t argue with wanting to see these supposedly so reputedly beautiful women.

“Alright, Alright, Point Break, I will come and look around, see how these chicks stack up against California girls but that is all. Lead on.” Thor was already leading him through the maze like golden halls of the palace, Tony walking fast to keep up with the Prince’s longer, rapid strides. Thor finally stopped at a pair of huge double doors carved with flower motifs and flanked by a pair of einherjar, Asgard’s royal guards (whose strange horned helms always made Tony think about stag beetles), who saluted the prince by slamming their spears to the ground and bowing their heads and Tony followed Thor though the double doors into a sumptuous room that for once was not gold but rather silver and white and pink with an ornate fountain in the middle. Cushioned seats surrounded the fountain and couches were arranged around the walls at intervals with small tables here and there and glass doors faced out onto a large patio and garden area. A closed door was visible on either side of the large room.

An older woman, maybe 30’s or 40’s at her oldest but still attractive in every way and elegantly dressed and wearing a long strand of pearls and pearl earrings was sitting on one of the couches sipping tea (or coffee?) with a younger looking twenty-something or even younger maybe woman with long straight blonde hair to her waist and large blue eyes and tan skin who was wearing an almost see though white Grecian style gown with a golden chain at the waist and a golden collar at her throat and golden cuffs at each wrist. Her breasts were small but perfect just like the rest of her and she was like a Barbie doll, barely real-was this what the women here were like? She was a bit too Barbie like to be his type, honestly. The older woman stood and bowed to Thor with a smile on her face.

“Prince Thor, we are honored by your presence! And this must be the Midgardian hero we have heard so much about, Anthony Stark, the Man of Iron! We are honored to have you visit Asgard’s Hall of Pleasure.” After grasping Thor’s hand, she had bowed over Tony’s hand and grasped it in greeting and Tony had kissed her hand, playing the perfect gentleman and earning a sincere looking smile from the Madame? Of the establishment.

“Irena! Let me speak to you for a moment alone.” Thor said grabbing the woman and dragging her off a few feet away and talking as quietly as the Thunder God was able to, all Tony heard was “Slavery” then “Midgard” and something about “Drag him here” but he got the idea Thor was maybe explaining to their hostess about Tony’s views on slavery which was just as well, it saved Tony from having to do it. Irena just nodding her head as Thor was talking and spoke a few words in answer, but Tony couldn’t hear what they were. Then the two of them were back beside Tony.

“Lord Stark,” Irena began, “I am going to bring all of the courtesans here out for you to meet and so that they can meet you, you are welcome to pick any one you like to take to your chambers but of course you are not obligated to do so but any of these courtesans would be very honored to please you and making you happy would make them very happy, it is what they are trained to do it is what they take pride in doing, you will break their hearts if they think they are not good enough for you.” “I am happy to meet them, beyond that I can’t promise. Slavery is considered very wrong where I come from and I have to decide how I feel about this whole thing after I see and talk to the ladies in question.”“They’re not all ladies.” She said with a grin and turned and disappeared through one of the doors leaving Tony with his mouth hanging open a bit in surprise. “So, I’m confused, in space Viking land where fighting with a projectile weapon isn’t manly enough it’s okay to have gay sex with a male bed slave? “Tony just had turn to Thor and ask.

“Well, it’s fine to have sex with a male as long as you are the one on top doing the fucking. Being on bottom and being fucked makes you argr, though or what on earth is the equivalent of the word faggot it is a term of unmanliness and homosexual preference that is used derogatorily but there is no shame for a man to be with another man if he is the one on top doing the penetration, it is no different than if he was with a woman. There are some very attractive young men, pretty even here just for that purpose, in case one wants something different.”

“Thor that is fucked up. Gay is gay, top or bottom, you guys can lie to yourselves all you want. And it’s not as if there is no pleasure to be had in being on bottom, not if you’re doing it right. You guys have hang ups. I’m as straight as they come but I’ve dabbled, okay maybe I’ve been a little bi-curious and experimental off and on in my life, so I know a little bit about what I am talking about, top and bottom, and why the hell should the guy on bottom be ashamed and labeled and the other guy not?” Mead makes Tony’s brain to mouth filter even worse than usual but maybe he liked the way Thor’s eyes widened considerably when he talked about knowing about being a bottom, heh. Evil Tony never could resist shocking people and enjoying it. They plopped down on a couch near Asgardian Barbie or Vanir Barbie?Irena came back in the room shortly, once Tony and Thor were sipping wine from goblets Vanir Barbie had served them. Following behind Irena was a long line of courtesans, mostly women but also a few very young-looking men, hardly more than teens. The women were all different colors of skin and hair, tall and short, curvy and thin, all colors and lengths of hair, decked in jewels and fine clothing as were the boys also and all were stunningly beautiful to look at, truly not a plain one in the bunch. Some were quite scantily clad and others not, but all were gorgeously dressed, and some had on quite a lot of makeup and some none. Some sat around the fountain, some on the couches, some sat on the floor to be nearer to the visitors, some knew Thor and began to fawn over the prince while others immediately began to fawn over the visitor from earth. Some looked exotic enough that Tony realized that if he did sleep with one of these women, he could then say he’d slept with an alien, something to check off the bucket list-yes!

Across the room sitting on the fountain a pair of stunning green eyes caught his attention, a young man was sitting there, a young man as beautiful as any of the women in this place. The young man was tall and thin and pale, with long wavy black hair, his face was perfect, with high chiseled cheek bones, he had a straight, aristocratic nose, beautiful green eyes, sensual pink lips a perfect jaw and chin and a long lean neck with a prominent adam’s apple that for some reason the afore avowed straight Tony Stark wanted to put his mouth on. The boy was wearing a see through gauzy material of some sort draped over his torso and through it Tony could see his chest was lean and toned with firm muscles and pink nipples pierced by golden rings and that sight definitely sent a signal straight from his eyes to his cock that sent it twitching straight upright, filling with blood and Tony’s eyes continued their perusal down the boy’s body, Tony gulping down more wine as he noticed the dark happy trail that started at the boy’s navel and headed down to the waist band slung low on the boy’s hips where an enticing v of muscle points down to an area Stark had neglected in his sex life of late but suddenly wanted to explore…he tried to pull his eyes away and look again at some of the beautiful women in the room and surely he could find one that would pulls his eyes in in that same way but his eyes just kept going back to the gorgeous green-eyed, raven haired young man.

Irena noticed Stark kept looking again and again at the black haired pale young man sitting on the fountain and as she refilled Stark’s drink she spoke to him quietly. Stark was still glad Thor was up across the room talking with two of the beautiful women who looked almost identical and wore identical pink skimpy gowns.

“I see you looking at one of our most beautiful and unusual residents. His name is Loki, let me at least introduce you, he is from the planet Jotunheim and can change his shape and appearance, even his gender. He has just completed his education and training and is yet untouched, a virgin in either gender or sense of the word. At least come meet him and see how else he can look, mm?” Irena tempted him, leaning down and speaking softly so only he could hear. Tony swallowed hard, thinking slaves, bad, bad, bad on the one hand but virgin, shapeshifter, alien and looking across the room at those long legs and gorgeous cheekbones and though there are a lot of pretty people in this room, this man is so pretty he glows somehow and no, a man shouldn’t be “pretty” but somehow the word works for this young man and his gorgeous twinkling green eyes and his marble-like skin and his wavy ebony locks of hair that drift past his shoulders and what shows of his chest and arms through the flimsy excuse for a white see-through, open down to almost his navel shirt is lean and muscled and sculpted of marble and Tony feels pulled as if by a magnet to this body and not any other in this room and he’s not sure why.

Yes, the guy is hot as hell and Tony has occasionally dabbled in the odd male here and there, usually a model or an actor, someone who was an extra hot specimen like this one and who had a career of their own to worry about getting ruined by press exposure and paparazzi photos of them together so Tony felt they would be as concerned with privacy and discretion as Tony himself - I had a gay one night stand with Tony Stark was a headline Pepper and the board would kill him over, and thankfully one he’d somehow managed to avoid all these years. A million scandals in the press involving him and women but scarcely a peep about him and any men ever being mentioned together in that context. He went through a truly being with almost exclusively guys in college for a while phase, mostly curiosity and even more to piss Howard off because almost nothing he did he’d realized by that age would ever make his father happy or proud and no amount of drinking or drugs seemed to disappoint or shock Howard that much but thinking his heir was gay and that the illustrious line would die off with Anthony did seem to drive him up the wall and make him cringe like nothing else, (despite or because of Howard’s suspiciously homoerotic fixation on one missing patriotic star-spangled superhero?) so Tony not only engaged in relations with as many males as possible but made sure his father kept finding evidence of the fact shoved in his face too.

Mostly he didn’t even think of himself as even bisexual because he mostly did just chase women, he wasn’t interested in most men that way but certain types of men, his type, some types he just liked that way and if he did well, he wanted them, and he never was the type to not go after what he wanted. But honestly, it had been probably two years since the last time he had a one-night stand with a man, and that was a male model he picked up at a fund-raiser and he was a tall, thin, leggy bastard with jaw length sandy hair, who was from Belgium and had an accent to die for and great cheekbones and a dimple in his chin like Kirk Douglas and eight pack abs that Tony wanted to cover with hickeys, so uh, when he thinks I’m not gay, I’m not hardly bi even why with all these beautiful women here would I pick a man (but did they really say he can turn into a woman is that seriously what Irena meant? Can’t be…) then he remembers the last time he was with a man, Mr. Belgium and oh that was a great night and Mr. Belgium was so hot that yeah, he could sign up for that again.

“Okay, I’ll meet him.” he hears himself tell Irena.

“Wonderful!” She says, actually clapping her hands together in joy, then clasping Tony’s hand as he pushes himself up to his feet and lets her lead him over to the young man she called Loki.

“Loki, this is Lord Anthony Stark, the Man of Iron from Midgard and I wanted to introduce you to him.

”Loki hastily stood up and bowed as Stark nodded back, then took his hand and shook it. Loki didn’t look too shocked at the gesture, shaking his hand in return, perhaps they are taught customs and etiquette of all the other realms?

“Pleased to meet you Loki” Stark said to him.

“And I am most honored to meet you Lord Stark.” Loki said, looking rather shy and nervous.

“Let us go into one of the small salons for a moment where we may visit, come along.” Irena said and grabbed a hand of Loki’s and Tony’s and guided them through the side door and down the hall through another side door into a small cozy little room with two small couches and a couple of tables and some tasteful artwork on the walls and she sat them both down next to each other on one of the couches while she sat on the other couch. Loki began to visibly fidget with his hands and fingers, obviously nervous now. Poor kid, talk about put on the spot. Tony also felt a bit on the spot, he’s said he wants no part of this, but he’s gotten caught openly ogling the merchandise. And then his stupid mouth agreed to meet the merchandise up close because she said it could do magical alien tricks and because- well, for science.

“Anthony Stark has said he is very against slavery and pleasure slaves, Loki, he didn’t want to come to the Hall of Pleasure, but Crown Prince Thor persuaded him to honor us with a visit to at least meet the beautiful residents of the Hall of Pleasure.” Irena said. “Loki was born on the Icy Planet of Jotunheim, a frost giant but small for a frost giant, or Jotunn as they are called and abandoned or orphaned as only a toddler and found alone and brought here by warriors of Asgard during a raiding expedition. He was raised in the Hall of Pleasure, educated and trained until he was an adult of age to serve as a skilled courtesan and using his Jotunn shape-shifting abilities he can offer something special to those he serves-this appearance you see now is an Asgardian glamor or shape he wears so he fits in with the people here in Asgard, it also makes him look like your people from Midgard, but it is not his true form. You seem to like his appearance?” Irena asked.

“Yes, he’s gorgeous.” Tony answered, looking at Loki next to him on the couch with a smirk. Loki shifted his eyes away and looked down, pink tinting his cheeks. Was he honestly blushing? A pleasure slave who blushes when you compliment them-now that was adorable.

“He can shift to be female of course if you prefer, can you show him, Loki?” Irena asked gently. At least it seemed she was the one in charge around here and it seemed she treated her employees/slaves kindly. God, if Loki has been here since he was a tot this is his mother figure as much as his Madame. Loki closed his eyes for a moment and a glow of greenish and golden light surrounded him and when the light faded Loki looked like himself, still a tall, thin, leggy, pale person with high cheekbones and black hair and green eyes but undoubtedly female not male. She had medium sized breasts completely not contained by the skimpy see-through shirt, rosy nipples pierced by the same small golden hoop earrings, a slim waist and flat stomach with curvy hips and muscular thighs and calves revealed by the tight pants clinging to her, she had the same long white neck just without the adam’s apple and her facial features were similar only softer somehow and her lips were slightly fuller maybe.

“You are so beautiful like this too.” Tony breathed at Loki leaning a little bit closer to him/her. It was killing him to look and not touch. He didn’t think he should assume that because Loki is a pleasure or bed slave that Tony can just put his hands on him/her like other people may assume they can do. This shapeshifting was one party trick Tony could get behind. Generally, he didn’t like magic. He was a man of science and magic and things that disregarded or broke the laws of physics made him nervous or flat out angry and he liked to deny their existence, but he’d seen this happen in front of his eyes. Okay, he’d seen Dr Strange and the Bifrost and lots of other things too that he was insistent were just science that wasn’t understood yet. But this beautiful as a man, beautiful as a woman, Tony could get with Loki as either one, he fully supported this sort of magic. And wanted to get it into his lab to run tests on how it worked. But maybe that was creepy to want to experiment on people you have sex with? Wait he was NOT gonna have sex with the slaves, remember?

“He can also reveal his true Jotunn form which is not giant like most frost giants because he is what they call a runt which means he is of normal Aesir height, but he has the blue skin, tribal lines, horns and a cooler body temperature than most other species. Now Loki will you show Lord Anthony your Jotunn form?” Irena then explained and asked.Loki looked down and a few minutes passed then she closed her eyes and again the green and gold glow flowed out around her body and when the glow subsided there sat a male again but one with dusky blue skin, the same dark, glossy black hair but with a small set of curled golden horns on each side of his head and shocking red eyes with dark red irises in the center and black pupils. Thin black lines looped and swirled and ran across his face and his entire body from what was visible outside the clothes anyway and Tony wondered if there were lines on the parts covered by the clothes, and on every single part…just sitting so close to Loki he could feel the cold of his body.

“I am sure you do not think this monstrous frost giant appearance is beautiful.” Loki said, his eyes not meeting Stark’s or Irena’s. Why the hell would the kid say a thing like that? Yes, this look was alien in a way the other two weren’t, but alien was a good thing in Tony’s book, a lifelong Trekkie, sci-fi nerd fan has finally gotten to see an alien who looks like an alien, it’s like Christmas morning for Tony Stark. If Tony’s gonna violate his principles and sleep with an alien sex slave they might as well look like an alien damnit. And no, blue skin isn’t the usual on earth or Asgard but it’s a beautiful blue and somehow it works with that black hair and those lines are beautiful and fascinating and Tony wants to explore them all with his hands and tongue and teeth and the red eyes, okay those might be disturbing in the middle of the night in a dark room but they are also kind of beautiful in the blue face which is still Loki’s beautifully shaped face and below it his hot muscular lean body, so, no the smurf look is just fine too.

“Monstrous my ass, Loki I don’t know what you are talking about,” and now Tony did reach out and touch Loki and wrapped his hands around Loki’s cool blue hand, “I don’t know anything about frost giants or Jotunn and I’ve never met someone who looked like this before but I think the blue skin and these lines,” and he reached up tentatively and tenderly traced his thumb and index finger across the lines that stretched across Loki’s cheek and over the bridge of his nose and over the other cheekbone, “these lines are beautiful and fascinating. I can’t believe I even like the horns, how kinky is that? But they suit you, on you they look… hot…shit, I sound like an idiot I know.”

Tony chuckled at himself and Loki grinned at him and his smile was beautiful.Who was Tony kidding, he had to spend the night with this alien, slave or not. Look at it this way, the guy was a virgin, his first time could be some alien asshole who wouldn’t be as gentle or take as good a care of him or give a shit if the kid enjoyed it any at all, could be a bastard who’d hurt the kid his first time, better tonight be Tony Stark, better he has his virginity male and female taken by Tony Stark. Maybe he could arrange for more than one night with the kid.

“Loki, I would love it if you stayed with me tonight, but I only want you to do it if you want to, feel free to say no. Loki, would you mind staying with me tonight?” Tony asked, he was sure it wasn’t protocol, but he was going to offer Loki a choice, even if Loki most likely would feel he couldn’t say no for any reason due to his position.

“Actually, it’s custom- “Irena began to say before Loki could say anything and almost before Stark could finish asking Loki, but the man from Midgard cut her off mid- word by holding his hand up imperiously and shaking his head at her with a look that made it quite clear what he thought of some of their “customs”.

“I asked Loki what he wanted to do because I only want Loki to spend some time with me if he wishes to. So, Loki, what do you say-Want to come and spend some with me? I’d love to get to know you better, and that goes for all of you – boy, girl or blue.” Tony aimed a cheeky grin at the nervous looking young Jotun. Loki of course was just sliding his eyes past Stark’s to Irena’s as if he was trying to read her expression for guidance as to what he needed to say or do, but Irena kept her face still and continued to smile at Loki and Tony Stark impassively. Loki had been increasingly fidgeting with his fingers and slightly tapping one foot nervously up and down against the floor, now he picked up his glass and gulped down a swallow of wine before looking up to meet Tony’s warm gaze with his surreal red eyes and answering at last.

“I, uhm, wouldn’t mind spending some time with you, Lord Stark, I would be honored,” the young frost giant answered. Stark’s face broke out in a big smile at that and Irena nodded and smiled at that. Irena squeezed Loki’s hand gently.

“Let me talk to Lord Stark for a moment Loki and then you two may go.” Irena said, guiding Stark up and across the room to talk details with Tony briefly as she realized this was a custom with which he was entirely unfamiliar, and she wanted to make sure she could answer any questions he had before he left with Loki. They only spoke about ten minutes, Tony only asked two or three questions, when Tony returned to where Loki was sitting he was surprised to find him no longer frost giant blue but pale skinned and green eyed again.

“Loki-you changed back, huh? I kind of like the blue best I think, I don’t know this look is really good too, guess I’d be hard pressed to choose a favorite. Do you have a favorite look? Any reason in particular you decided to change?” As always, Tony’s mouth began firing off questions almost as fast as the wheels in his brain were spinning. Loki just smiled a little at the rapid-fire rambling of the Midgardian genius.“I think you are as clever as they say. I do have a look I prefer- this one. I was only a small child when The Allfather himself used his magic to gift me with this glamour to make me look Aesir in appearance-it made it easier on me growing up in the Hall of Pleasure. I was one of the only Jotunn in Asgard and with Jotunn being hated and feared in Asgard and the subject of a lot of false beliefs and discrimination, there were a few incidents involving the other children and older youths in the Hall of Pleasure when I was small-I think that factored into the decision to create the Aesir male glamour for me so I could appear the same as everyone else; once I was older and being taught to use my own seidr or magic and shape-shifting skills then I learned how to shift back to my own Jotunn appearance and to my female Aesir aspect. All Jotnar are male, hence why I can only be female in Aesir, dwarven, or Elven appearance. Growing up knowing I was frost giant but having this appearance, you can understand why this is the look I feel most comfortable and familiar with, it is still the face I have spent the most time wearing. For you I will wear whichever skin you prefer- they are all me, my Lord.

”Tony is thinking that no, Loki should stay however he feels comfortable for his first time of being pimped out to a stranger, let Loki control his own form since very little else is under his control right now, Tony will give him that much for science’s sake. But before he gives the guy back he really wants to get his hands on him while he’s blue, so he feels like he’s got his money’s worth on the sleeping with an alien thing. You can’t be Captain Kirk if you don’t sleep with the green alien chick. Tony pulls Loki up by the hand onto his feet.

“I think not a lot about this situation is under your control, so I think tonight you should stay in whatever skin you are most comfortable in, okay? You look equally gorgeous to me in any of them, so it makes absolutely no difference to me honestly, boy, girl, blue, or white. Actually sounds like almost nothing about your entire life has been under your control, believe it or not I understand that more than you might think-my life was like that until I was about thirty, my father and then my father’s company and his business partner and board of executives controlled me and still sometimes I have to fight against other people in my own company I own and my-well, the person I appointed to run the company for me, and the branch of the Midgard government that Iron Man and the Avengers work with, I am constantly butting heads with them and considering I provide half their funds and all their weapons and technology they should kiss my ass and get off my back! Guess, what I am trying to say is I am still answering to way too many people for who I am. Here, let’s get out of here now and go to my chambers. Irena said I can keep you for two nights. I promise I will be gentle and take good care of you.”

Then he grabs onto Loki’s hand and uses it to pull Loki up onto his feet and starts guiding the younger man across the room, stopping in front of Thor, where Stark raises his eyebrows towards his hairline and nods his head back towards the tall, thin, Calvin Klein underwear model/harem whore from another realm and hopes that Thor will understand what he’s trying to tell him. He’s known Thor long enough that he’s caught on that Thor plays stupid but is far from it. Why he plays big, dumb, ox, Tony will never understand. It’s as if he feels he must conform to some Aesir stereotype so he does. Thor looks from Tony to the young man behind him holding his hand with a puzzled look for a moment, then a giant grin as the light bulb perhaps comes on and Thor slaps Tony on the shoulder almost hard enough to knock him over and waves Tony off. Tony hurriedly pulls Loki the rest of the way across the room and to the door out which he opens for Loki, gesturing for him to go through before him. Loki looks at him confused at the strange breach in protocol. He tries to gesture for Lord Stark to go through instead, but the man stubbornly shakes his head and just puts his hand on Loki’s upper back, between his shoulder blades and pushes him out through the doorway, following then behind him.

“And it’s Tony, none of this Lord Stark or My Lord stuff, call me Tony. I am not a Lord, we don’t have those in America. If we had those I’d be it, but we don’t. So, please, just call me Tony.”

“Tony.” Loki repeats the name as they amble down the golden corridors, Tony hoping he can find the way back to his rooms without Thor or asking any servants or guards for directions after aimless wandering in circles in the labyrinthine palace corridors. He tries to pay close attention everywhere he goes now, and he likes to think that after a few days now he has a little familiarity with the layout. He’s sure he will still get lost several more times before he goes home. Luckily, his chambers are not too far from the Hall of Pleasure and he surprisingly does remember the way, or they get lucky and find them without any wrong turns or getting lost; Loki had to admit as they walked that despite living most of his life in this palace he would not be much help if they got lost as he has rarely been outside of the cloistered environment of the Hall of Pleasure and its attached and high-walled gardens. His tutors of both history, reading and writing Aesir runes, music, poetry, dance, etiquette, sexual arts and the languages of Alfheim, Jotunheim, Nidavellir, Svartalfheim, Nornheim, Vanaheim, and a few of the more prominent Midgardian languages were brought in to the Hall to teach the students there basic fluency in these languages despite them also being gifted with the All speak.

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Prompt list

please take note NONE OF THESE ARE MINE i’ve only taken a few from random blogs around tumblr so i dont own any of these prompts im juts browwowing them and using them if anyone had a problem with that please message me privatly.

secondly when requestting using the prompts plase include

1. pairing eg. Jasperxoc EmmettxRosaliexchildoc

2. the prompt number eg. C.127 and b.12 (note plese refrain from using any more than 3 prompts per request but feel free to request different ideas as many time as you like)

note there are 3 seprate prompt list A, B and c so when reqeusting add what letter A.6 C.89

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PROMPT LIST A

1. “Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.”

2. “Define normal.”

3. “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”

4. “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”

5. “Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”

6. “It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

7. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

8. “Remind me to kill you. Please.”

9. “I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”

10. “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”

11. “Were you dropped on your head?”

12. “She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”

13. “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”

14. “Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”

15. “If I survive, can I go home?”

16. “My middle finger salutes you.”

17. “This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.”

18. “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”

19. “Insanity run in my family. It practically gallops.”

20. “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”

21. “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

22. “All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”

23. “I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”

24. “What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”

25. “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

26. “I need therapy after this.”

27. “You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”

28. “I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”

29. “I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”

30. “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?”

31. “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”

32. “I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.”

33. “Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”

34. “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”

35. “Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!”

36. “Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”

37. “You’re good. A monster pain in the ass… but you’re good.”

38. “Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”

39. “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”

40. “I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”

41. “What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.”

42. “I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”

43. “So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”

44. “Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”

45. “This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.”

46. “You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.”

47. “What you call insanity, I call inspiration.”

48. “Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”

49. “Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”

50. “Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.”

51. “I like you. You’re different.”

52. “Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

53. “You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”

54. “I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”

55. “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”

56. “I care so little, I almost passed out.”

57. “Well behaved woman rarely make history.”

58. “You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.”

59. “The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.”

60. “You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.”

61. “Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”

62. “Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”

63. “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.”

64. “It’s called thinking. Go with it.”

65. “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.”

66. “The girl is strange no question.”

67. “Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything… stupid.”

68. “I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.”

69. “You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.”

70. “I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”

71. “I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.”

72. “If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”

73. “I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.”

74. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.”

75. “I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.”

76. “My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.”

77. “I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.”

78. “My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.”

79. “She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.”

80. “And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.”

81. “And hello to you too… little homewrecker.”

82. “I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.”

83. “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”

84. “That’s starting to get annoying”

85. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

PROMPT LIST B

“You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

“I lost our baby.”

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“What’s the matter, sweetie?”

“You’re Satan.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

“Did you just hiss at me?”

“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I haven’t slept in ages.”

“I locked the keys in the car.”

“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

“The kids, they ambushed me.”

“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

“Stop being so cute.”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“You need to see a doctor.”

PROMPT LIST C

“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”

“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

“This is girl talk, so leave.”

“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

“There’s a herd of them!”

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

“I’m late.”

“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

“You smell like a wet dog.”

“I could punch you right now.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“How could I ever forget about you?”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Run for it!”

“We need to talk.”

“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”

“I want a pet.”

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“I’m not wearing a dress.”

“I’m not wearing a tie.”

“Quit beating me up!”

“Please put your penis away.”

“It’s a Texas thing.”

“Don’t argue. Just do it.”

“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“Hold still.”

“Enough with the sass!”

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

“I had a bad dream again.”

“I love you, please don’t go.”

“Stay here tonight.”

“Please don’t walk out of that door.”

“I thought things were going great.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You make every day worth living.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“You meant too much to me.”

“I won’t let you.”

“How could you ask me that?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”

“I’ve got you.”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“How are you feeling today?”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Kiss me.”

“I care about you.”

“You could have warned me!”

“That was unexpected.”

“You haven’t lost me.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t cry.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“You make me feel safe.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“All I wanted was for you to be happy.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“You’re always on my mind.”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“You’ve always felt like home.”

“I can’t imagine this world without you.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Who cares about what they think?”

“Let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’ve always got me.”

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

“Is this okay?”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“Did you need something?”

“Do you have a ride home?”

“I am home.”

“What happened back there?”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Why me?”

“I’m right where I belong.”

“Fine.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“You need sleep.”

“Excuse me?”

“What are you doing?”

“What did you expect?”

“You’re not alone.”

“We’re meant for each other.”

“You’re worth it.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve always been honest with you.”

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

“Just breathe, okay?”

“When I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Going somewhere?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

“You’re so adorable.”

“I’m better, now that you’re here.”

“I could never forget you.”

“Forget it.”

“That’s in the past.”

“You make me happy.”

“You’re more than that.”

“I won’t lose you too.”

“Come cuddle.”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I’ve had enough.”

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“You love me as if I deserve you.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I didn’t know you could dance like that!”

“I found it in the recycling bin.”

“I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here.”

“This is… exactly what it looks like.”

“There’s so much blood.”

“You should see me in my old uniform. I’m pretty sure it still fits.”

“I know you really want to hang it on the wall, but…”

“We bet and you lost, so you have to do it.”

“Is that a tattoo?”

“I could tell it was your favorite book because of all the notes you wrote in the margins.”

“What do you think? Is purple my color?”

“That is way too expensive.”

“Girls night in?”

“I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”

“I was scared and I ran.”

“I’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.”

“You might not like me, but you definitely want me.”

“I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here.”

“I love you. I just love her more.”

“A package arrived for you, but there’s no return address and the box looks really old.”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt you.”

“I didn’t say “sex party” as in orgy. I said “hex party” as in witches.”

“You wanted me to walk in on you.”

“This is a totally inappropriate soundtrack.”

“Let’s get wasted and then go piss on his grave.”

“I scalped my Hamilton tickets to pay for it.”

“Hold my hand until it’s over?”

“If you want to get me naked, you’ll have to convince me it’ll be worth my time.”

“I’m a level 72 Rogue and if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it and I will kill you.”

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So, does Miss actually exist?

New year, new room, good old question. After these winter months, my thoughts seem to be up again on the issue, and this time they are suggesting a new answer. That is to say, I'm changing my mind. I used to think that my failure to find Miss or Misses is because we lack ways of getting in touch. But now, I start seriously doubting that any such Miss actually exists.

It is a gut feeling, mainly due to a very simple fact. See, I used to wonder how to tell if someone might be Miss. That is, how I could spot the interest and traits that are necessary for this kind of relationship. I then realised the answer is very simple: if we ever come across each other, we will know. I, for certain, will spot the personality from her face and demeanour, and Miss will do the same. I will notice her poise and her dignity, and she will see I notice. Just by looking at each other we will know if there is liking and interest.

So the simple fact is: I have never met such young lady. Let me be more precise.

First of all, elegance. There really are soo few elegant young ladies out there. Blue jeans reign supreme, along with hoodies, foul language and slouching. If the XVIII and XIX centuries might well be dubbed the age of elegance, ours is no doubt the age of sloppiness. It's an age when people no longer know what dignity and self-respect is, along with respect for others. The idea of beauty now entails lips that resemble a hot dog, tattered jeans that an Indian street child would be ashamed to wear, and the unmissable trainers.

Of course, fashion is the outer expression of a mentality that considers not just acceptable, but even desirable, to swear and reject any poise as boring and inappropriate. This was openly shared with me by the daughter of one of my former landlords: a 20 year old lady who studies at Cambridge and is convinced that swearing shows that one has character and is "cool". It's not only her opinion, it's what all her friends believe. To them, the crisp, elegant received pronounciation is a sort of stigma. She even got to the point to believe that Victorian houses must be bad by association, because the Victorian times were an age of oppression, colonialism, and so forth. Reality and logic hold no place in the thoughts of these privileged Cambridge students, it's all about the simple: "new is cool, old is boo". No wonder you then have students from rich families who take drugs and behave and dress like ghetto scoundrels.

This is apparent in the school where I work too. Being it a highschool, most students mercifully wear a uniform. But the sixth formers don't. When I bring them lunch, I usually find them slouching on the coach with their feet in the air, often swearing or listening to loud rap music. Other times they are slouching directly on the floor, in a sort of hippy camping, always in their hoodies and tracksuits. This is it: and that's the daugthers of the privileged families who can afford one of the most exclusive private schools in London. To be honest, whenever I have to climb up there I wonder whether it's worth keeping that job. On one occasion, the students were being taught some martial art by a young man. Now, leaving aside any thoughts on how feminity and grace can be possibly enhanced by kicking and punching, my point is that the young man was teaching them to shout the "f" word to give a move more momentum. "Three, two, one, f***! Three, two, one, f***!" That was it, the whole 6th Form in unison. Until the gods took pity and sent a teacher to ask the young man to keep it proper -suggestion that the young man seemed to take somewhat scornfully.

Now, could the students be blamed for the amount of televised trash they have absorbed since birth, for the myriads of messages that continously target them and tell them to be vulgar, and for attending a school where even the occasional contract teacher instructs them to swear? Obviously not. Today's youth are just what they are meant to be: the honest mirror of an age where elegance is not just forgotten, it's actively destroyed and prevented. With this in mind, I must admit it would be surprising, to say the least, to come across a young lady who retains ladylike manners and outlook. To achieve that, one would have to go against the stream on purpose, while overcoming a tremendous peer pressure and any inevitable feeling of enstrangement and inadequacy. It would truly require a great deal of understanding and self determination, which clearly one cannot expect to find very often, or to find at all. In fact, in this light my own love for elegance is truly surprising, and I don't have an explanation for it. Granted, I love elegance but I'm not elegant myself. Still, I must admit that I've never slouched on my school's floor with my feet in the air.

So, elegance is a rare occurrence nowadays, and among the under 25s it becomes a trace element. Things get worse when you consider that the lack of elegance is strictly correlated to the fantastic belief that we are all equal. And hey, in a way today we really are. Sure bank accounts may feature much more or much less figures, but in the end we all wear hoodies, listen to the same songs and speak in the same way. The refined ways of the upper class have been flattened to Cockney level, or rather Congo level.

Which takes us to the second point: the mindset that can conceive or even desire a Miss/servant dynamic. If what is taught and instilled today is that we are all supposed to be equal, and that anyone can become more important by robbing accumulating money, is there any space left for the feeling of belonging to a different class, which is the basis for a Miss/servant dynamic? Clearly not. The distinction between rich and poor is not a class distinction. It's merely an accident, one that is furthermore to be concealed, mitigated, played down to avoid any feeling of unfairness and resentment and carry on with the pretence that we are all equal. To place an accent on or to be proud of one's privilege is now an extremely unpopular thing to do, one that would be straight into face of the hypocritical political correctness of our times.

To sum it up, not only could Miss only be someone who pursues elegance in spite of all modern trends, but she would even be aware and proud of her class privilege in spite of modern hypocrisy. No doubt a truly remarkable personality, of clear understanding and strong will. How likely? You decide for yourself. And it's not finished. On top of such traits, Miss and I could obviously connect only if we liked each other. No doubt you see why my thoughts have taken a pessimistic turn.

As I said, I have never met such young lady. The elegant ones I see tend to be over 25, and probably dress relatively smart only because they have to adhere to business dresscode. A better opportunity to see people's true fashion sense is at weekends, during their shopping or dining trips. Even better in summertime, when T-shirts make it so easy to look cheap. In fact I've done the experiment by walking on King's Road in July, and the results were, well, dismal. Let's face it: elegance is dead. But even on the rare occasions when I have seen a classy young lady, somehow I could tell she wasn't Miss. I haven't seen the poise, the glance, the demeanour of Miss. Perhaps not by chance, those rare young ladies have never noticed me. I can tell their thoughts are far away, they have no interest in a servant. It cannot click.

My thought now goes to the young lady I met in San Francisco's Nob Hill years ago on my American adventure. I had arrived at the guesthouse where I was supposed to help the landlady keep the place clean. The young lady was the only guest at the moment, a 23 year design student from Colorado. It was her to open the door, and my heart throbbed. Gosh, how pretty she was. Red hair and cute face, like in my dreams. And yes she was privileged. Spoilt, used to getting her way and impatient to wait, according to the landlady. She even liked the beautiful arpeggios of Chopin's music. Something that I found terribly sweet, she was pretty unable to look after herself for food and daily necessities. What a darling. One evening I even made dinner for her in the best way I could, with the food she liked and the table set in the grandest way. She was pleasantly surprised. I guess I don't need to tell you what I made of her offer to wash the dishes. Because, yes, she sadly offered to help. She was so sweet and friendly. In fact, in the few weeks I spent there it became apparent to me she couldn't be Miss. Her mindset was so far from having a servant. And her deportment, well, a bit American. But it was a nice try, and I should probably regret not having stayed longer. See, I was 18, and still had a magical view of my dream. I wasn't ready to content myself with the crumbs.

Anyway you get the gist: even when you do find a bit of elegance, the mindset is not there, and the personality is not there.

So, how about my last endeavour on planet Lolita? Well, the same conclusion hold true: apart from the fact that Lolita fashion and elegance are rarely synonims, and that at best it's usually a sporadic kind of elegance that doesn't invest daily life, the mindset of most Lolitas seem to be up to date with modern trends, and their personality far from Miss's. That explains why my posts on groups of thousands of Lolitas haven't got any interest: there isn't any. They are not Misses. It cannot click.

The mysterious author of the blog I quoted on my previous post, as expected, didn't reply to any of my emails. If she received them, any comment is redundant. If not, it's pointless for her to post contact details on her website. This is precisely why I no longer waste my time writing to this or that online user. Besides, a friend of mine who is a world authority on Tumblr, as she spends inordinate amounts of time on it, tells me that she's never come across any elegant bloggers. No surprise, of course. And another friend of mine who knows many Lolitas tells a similar story.

So, no elegant young ladies on Tumblr, not on Kings Road, not at my school, not in Lolita groups... seems like there aren't that many anywhere. With elegance, the quintessential trait of Miss, being so incredibly rare, to assume that there is somewhere a young lady who is not only elegant but also has no problem with inequality and would like to have a servant, is like betting on the existence of aliens. Sure aliens might exist somewhere in the universe, but to expect to come across any would be a tad far-fetched.

So this is it: after all my attempts, my encounters, my investigations, I've come to the conclusion that Miss most probably doesn't exist. It matters little that there might be one, two, or a dozen in the whole world: I will never meet them anyway. It is of course a very hard bite to swallow; nonetheless there's nothing else I can do. Sure the door for Miss will be kept open, but I won't be checking every other minute. There is no room in modern world for things like class, poetry, discreet feelings. Everything must be debased and vulgar. Today's girls are after smartphone chats, torn jeans, martial arts, monkey dances... they sure have no time for servants, nor can they remotely see the appeal of such dynamics. Playing the piano, reading classical literature? Ha! Marijuana socials replaced all that long ago. Pride in their heritage and education? You must be kidding -going rough in East End clubs is the cool thing now. And it's no consolation that modern society will soon crash, as any falling plane is bound to do.

It seems like the only thing I'm left with is to wonder why I was born in this century, or why I was given an inclination that I have no way of fulfilling. And I guess the answer is simply: shit happens. But, you know what? I won't ditch my dream. You keep your ragged jeans and marijuana, you cool girls. And I'll keep my feelings.

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