#this is far different from what happened in Deicide mind you.

[mythicalmyles]

— req, (reader and characters involved are obviously 18+.)

it is my birthday today!! i am officially one year close to death woo yippee and all that jazz.

reader is the younger brother adopted brother of one of the creepypastas, he's super shy n introverted but also a massive perv & a virgin too!! one day one of his brother's friends catch him being inappropriate n deicide to help him n pop his cherry.

you can deicide what kinks there are in this i just really need sloppy kisses/make out n marking and,,, whining <33 lotsa whinning and being fucked stupid if you'd ever be so kind ahdjakdjaf. <333

– [ 💤 anon ]

aw i hope u had an amazing one and i hope you like thiss

(Name) was always quite, kept to himself. Most of the time he was day dreaming about his brothers various friends piping him. All of them were so much bigger then him, it was exhilarating.

Currently they were all sat in some dusty shack, (Name) hadn’t known why he’d chosen to leave with his brother but he’d gotten quite attached despite being adopted siblings, he was the closest thing (Name) had ever had to the real thing. Hoodie might’ve been completely different from the man he once knew but Hoodie had always looked out for him.

He didn’t approve of what they did, but this far in he didn’t have a choice. He knew that if it wasn’t for the fact his brother was Hoodie he would’ve been long dead.

He shrugged off his thoughts, his drunk mind swirling as he glanced at everyone in the room. They were all pretty drunk at this point, (Name) had tuned out when they had started discussing training. He couldn’t help it, he wasn’t the athletic type.

“I don’t know, next thing you know im balls deep in him.” Masky laughed, (Name) discreetly crossed his arms over his lap. He’d ended up sat between Cody and Toby, it was the only seat left. “Then i slit his throat.” Masky had a smirk coating his face, his eyes sent shivers down (Names) spine. Everyone however laughed, (Name) pretended to still be daydreaming until Cody bumped his shoulder. Questioning (e/c) eyes met brown. “You good?” (Name) nodded quickly feeling everyones stare at him. “Just tired. I finished late.” He spoke through a yawn, he wasn’t lying. He worked as a waiter and it was draining as hell.

“Aww poor boy.” Toby grinned rustling his hair, (Name) laughed and shot him a smile. They continued talking about perverse things, (Name) felt like he was suffocating. “I’m gonna head to bed.” He muttered after another yawn, standing up and making his way upstairs.

He’d barley gotten through his door before yanking his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock. He kicked the door closed and fell back against the edge of the bed, hand on his cock. Their words echoed through his mind, Cody’s story particularly hitting him.

His mind immedietly switched him and Cody’s victim, picturing it was him Cody was pressing to a tree hands running all over his body. He hadn’t gone far with that victim but in (Names) mind Cody was pulling down his jeans, grabbing his ass.

“What a pervert.” The sudden voice had him jolting upright, face to face with Cody. (Name) froze as Cody began walking towards him, he shoved himself backwards trying to get away but only resulted in Cody pinning him to his headboard. Cody grabbed his wrists, pinning them either side of his head. “I-I’m sorry.” Was all (Name) could choke out as Cody brought his face close, noses touching.

Cody kept their eyes locked until he suddenly closed his eyes, pushing his lips against (Names). (Names) eyes fluttered closed as he began kissing back, allowing Cody to push his tongue into his mouth and take over the kiss. (Name) was quick to loose his breath, the kiss was heated and sloppy and it took over his mind. When Cody let go of his wrists to grab his hips (Names) arms were quick to grip onto his shoulders, grabbing onto the grey fabric.

(Name) whined into Cody’s mouth as he ground their hips together, (Name) couldn’t believe it was actually happening. He never thought he’d end up underneath Cody, body’s grinding together. “I dont think you need this.” Cody’s voice was breathy as he pulled back, chest heaving as his hands began pulling off (Names) jeans. Once they were off the threw them off to the side, hands quick to grab (Names) hips and pushing their lips back together. Cody sucked on his bottom lip and (Name) let out a whine, his mind swirling.

(Name) felt like he was over heating, opening his mouth when Cody pushed his fingers against his lips. He sucked on Cody’s digits, keeping eye contact as he soaked them in his saliva. “What a good slut you are.” Cody grinned as he thrusted his fingers into (Names) throat, resulting in him gagging. Cody pulled his fingers out of (Names) mouth, moving to slide a finger into his ass.

The moan (Name) let out spurred Cody into pushing another in, biting his lip as he watched (Name) close his eyes in pain. “Aww never had anything in here before?.” (Name) moaned and shook his head, half lidded eyes gazing at Cody. Cody was slow with thrusting his finger into (Name), once he relaxed Cody began scissoring him. Every moan and whine that fell through (Names) went straight to Cody’s cock.

Cody bit his lip as he pushed a third finger in, eyes glued to (Names) face. Cody wanted to catch every expression he could make. (Name) felt like he was on cloud nine as Cody finger fucked him, he melted under Cody’s stare.

Cody pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the bed as he moved back. He gripped (Names) hips and pushed him onto his hands and knees. The brunet smirked as his hands gripped (s/c) hips, positioning his cock against (Names) hole. Cody wasted no time before slamming deep into (Name), his cry spurring Cody to begin thrusting. (Names) toes curled as he let out choked moans, falling face first into the mattress. He gripped onto it for dear life as Cody rammed balled deep into his hole. Tears were welling in (Names) eyes, he almost felt drunk.

Cody suddenly dove onto him, his chest pressed tightly against (Names) back. Cody linked their hands as he pressed them either side of (Names) head, Cody’s lips pressed to the back of his neck as he began sucking bruises onto (s/c) skin. Despite the fact (Name) bore most of Cody’s weight it threw him, the lack of oxygen combined with Cody grinding his cock deep into his ass was almost enough to shoot him over the edge.

“Please.” (Name) begged, arching his back and moaning loudly as Cody hit deeper inside of him. “You gonna cum all over my cock? Like the good little whore you are?” (Names) broken moans echoed around the room along with Cody’s grunts. Cody moved their hands under (Names) neck, using the new leverage to pick up speed. (Name) couldn’t think as his prostate was hit over and over, Cody striking deep with every thrust.

(Name) came with a high pitched moan, clenching hard on Cody’s cock. Cody kept their body’s close as his own orgasm hit him, he rode out his high making sure he shot his load deep. Cody let his weigh fall onto (Name), breath hitting against his neck. “We should do this again.” Cody muttered before mouthing at the back of (Names) neck. (Name) just hummed and nodded as he began drifting off.

[keikakudori]

Kill her, Gin.

[hubbie22]

TIN MAN

Part 3.

A/N: I am back with part 3. Prepare to cry, prepare to want to slink into a black whole of oblivion, or whatever you want. THANKS FOR LIKING AND WANTING TO READ THIS.

“You ain’t missing nothing cause this love is so damn hard.”

The voices drift make you drift in and out of consciousness, you can register who is speaking and what they are saying but it hurts to much to open your eyes to move your mouth. Even thinking hurts.

“I have to tell you something.” His voice is soft, guilt laced in his voice and he is pleading. “When I met Karen, I felt something I never felt with you.” He laughs, “Dumb, isn’t it? To think that what I had with her could ever be greater than this, than us.” He bops your nose, an nervousness tick he always had. “Anyways, because of that I thought what I felt for her was love. I was drawn to her in a way I was never drawn to you, it was magnetic and it took my breathe away. With you, I didn’t have to be pulled into you, because you never had to suck me in Y/N.” If you were awake you would hit him, you did not want to hear about this. “You know why, Y/N? It was because already had me. The moment I laid eyes on you it was like looking at the other half of me. From the first day Brian introduced us, I knew you were someone who was going to be in my life forever. Maybe that was why I pushed you away, because I always knew you were stability. And it took me a while to realize it, but when you left you took away everything good about me with you. And I knew that what I felt for her never compared to how I will always feel about you, because no matter what happens I look around and I find that I still love you.” He takes a breather, and you can feel his lips on your forehead.

The words registered in your mind, but your eyes would not open. No matter how much you willed yourself to say something anything, no sound emitted from your mouth and your chest felt heavy. You wanted to say something, anything, but you drift back into a dreamless sleep.

“Say hi to your mommy, Stella.”

You can hear a baby cry, a soft cry, and Brian’s hushed whispers. “Mommy needs to wake up Stella, doesn’t she? We need her, you and I. Do you hear that, Y/N? We need you.”

He is answered with the bustle of the hospital, nurses running in and out of rooms. Their footsteps carrying down the halls. He must lay the baby in her issued hospital crib because his hand grips yours, you can feel the pure fear radiating off of him. You had not felt this fear since he deicided to leave his dissertation behind, and certainly this fear was of a different magnitude.

“Y/N, I need you to wake up.” His voice breaks, “I need you, Y/N. I need my best friend.” He sighs, “And, I just don’t care. I don’t care if you choose him, I don’t care as long as you come back to me. As long as it’s still us, you, myself, and Stella, I will have enough. It’s enough for me.”

You can feel something wet and warm on your face, his tears. And you hear a hollow laugh, “Isn’t that selfish? Me, here on knees begging you to wake up for me? Not even asking you to wake up for your own child?” He pauses, “I bet Rog didn’t even ask you to wake up for him. Maybe he did, he has always been selfish when it came to you. I suppose we both are.”

He wipes his tears off of your cheeks, “I need you to remember something for me, Y/N. You are my person, even if I am not yours.”

You fall out of consciousness again, and when you come back to whatever state you are in, a new voice comes through. He shifts his hand, and begins to fiddle with your hospital braclet.

“It’s me, it’s Deaky.”

You want to laugh, like you would not know his voice.

“Really, Deaky? Why are you telling her its you. The doctor said she could differentiate voices.” Freddie quips.

But, then that is part of what makes Deaky, well Deaky.

“You have had a lot of visitors, Y/N.” Deaky chimes in, and you imagine a goofy grin painted on his lips.

“Stella and I being the most important. Aren’t we Stella girl?” Freddie coos and you imagine him with a pink blanket in his arms, you baby wrapped up like a burrito. A wide smile on his face, as he looks at her with wonder and admiration. The image makes your heart soar.

“Y/N being dramatic is my thing, so I would appreciate it if you would just pop up now.” Freddie laughs, and your and you can tell his laugher is masking his fear.

“Pop up now? Really Fred! She is in a coma, not taking a nap.”

“Well, we needed a little laughter everyone is so serious. Brian is sulking around like a vampire. And Roger, well Roger is just being a little baby. Pouting, picking fights! How many times do we have to pick him up at 2 am from a bar fight?” The baby’s cry interrupts his ranting, “Oh, dear our little star needs to be attended too. Y/N, please now I thrive on attention, if I don’t have it I might die and you certainly do not want that; so, wake up darling girl.” He says and you can hear his footsteps carrying him away.

Deaky snorts, “He misses you, if you couldn’t tell.” You feel the back of his hand on you cheek, “We all do.”

He sighs, “I saw Roger earlier, well I kept Brian from killing him when he found out Roger snuck in your room. I remember when he used to scale your dorm.” He laughs. “I remember the first time he asked for your number, and you gave him a fake number. I have never seen him try to hard to impress someone. He always did love to play casanova with you.”

He sighs, “Y/N, it’s a mess between them. It is taking a toll on us, on Queen. Brian blames Roger for the accident. And if you were here right now, you would tell those wankers that it was no one’s fault.”

You are enveloped in silence for a long time after that, and you think he has left until he speaks up again. “You know, he still loves you with everything in him, right? He lost his way, but he was coming back to you. Why else would you have been in the car with him?”

His words throw you back into memories, snapshots of the past few months. The choices that lead you here.

Roger words plagued you, they made you blame yourself for his cheating. And that, that didn’t sit well with you. How was Roger falling out of love with you, your fault?

“God knows that all I ever wanted to be.”

“Huh?” Roger looks at you, his hair is messy his pupils are blown, he looks as if he has slept in his clothes from the day before. He has a strong stench of whisky radiating off of him, mixing with his cigarettes.

“Your words.” You push pass him into the flat you two once shared before the country manner. You turn around, “And they have been haunting me, because you fell in love with someone else. You chose someone else because you couldn’t be my best friend.”

He looks shocked, his blue eyes wide. “It was selfish.”

“Selfish?!” You screech, your pointer finger in his chest. “You destroyed everything because of your own insecurities.”

“I know.” He looks down, “And, god knows, I am paying for it, Y/N.”

“Why? Because the woman you left me for, the woman you proclaimed to love left you high and dry?”

He shakes his head, he reaches out for your cheek and you back away. “Because you left. I never meant for it to get that far, I never meant for you to leave. I told her that at the beginning, I told her I would never leave you. And when she asked why, why I wouldn’t leave you. I told her because I love Y/N.”

“Roger,” you look at him with downcast eyes, “You didn’t love me, because you don’t destroy people you love.”

“No, you can’t tell me I never loved you. You cannot tell me I still don’t love you. I know what I feel for you. What I still feel for you, what I will always feel for you. When you left me, I realized home was a person. Home was you.”

“And that is worst part, isn’t it? Too know, you destroyed your safe haven, the one place you were always welcome, you aren’t welcome there anymore.” you look at him, eyes brimming with unshed tears.

You turn to leave, you hear him whisper. “I wasn’t home with her, Y/N.”

You turn around, “Then what was it? What did you have with her you could never have with me? What would drive you to leave me?”

He doesn’t make a sound, so you take his silence as your answer. You turn around hand on the doorknob when you heard him speak, “I- I had to leave before I was left.”

“I chose you, I married you. Why wasn’t that enough for you? Why wasn’t I enough for you?” You turn around and he’s right on you, and the only thing blocking you from being flush against him is your baby bump.

The two of you look into eachothers eyes willing the other to break the tension, but it seems the baby has other plans.

“Ohh!”

“What is it? Is it the baby? Are you okay?” You can see the concern in his eyes.

“The baby is kicking.” Before you realize it, you have his hand in yours and his large hand is splayed on your belly.

He looks up at you with wonder in those blue eyes of his. “That’s our baby.”

“Yeah, ours.” You look at him, and you see the boy who used to scale to your dorm room. The boy who used to bring you cookies when you were sad. The boy who locked himself in a cupboard when you told him you would never go out with him. You saw the person you used to know, you saw home. And that made you hope.

From that day on, flowers, baby gifts, and letters came all signed RT. Maybe it was the nesting period of your pregnancy that made you long for him, for home.

“You can’t come?”

Brian sighs, “Freddie needs me to re-do this riff, says it is not good enough.” You can hear Freddie scream in the background, “You aren’t playing it fast enough!”

“Okay, I can take a cab.” Before Brian can answer, Freddie rips the phone from his hands. “Y/N, you will not take a cab! Uh, Deaky- Yes! Deaky will come pick you up.”

“I can take care myself-” You are cut off by a dail tone.

You wait for Deaky to come and when you open up to door expecting the grinning bassist you are greeted by, “Roger?”

“Hi, love.” He grins and you and you feel the baby move at the sound of his voice, “Oh, and I didn’t forget about you, my little love.” He puts his hand on your growing bump. “Heard my girl needed a ride?”

You cursed Freddie but knew that if you did not leave now you would miss your appointment. “Fine.” You roll your eyes slamming the door behind you.

His hands are on you as you waddle down the steps, “I am pregnant, not disabled.”

“Dually noted.”

The car ride the the doctors office is silent, until you decide to test how far he would let you go. “You know I almost destroyed this car with a crow bar.”

“You should have.”

You look at him with shock in your eyes, but you can’t see his eyes as they are hidden by his signature ray-bans. “I should have slashed a whole in all four tires?” You lean over the back of your hand against his forehead, “Are you sick? This is the same car you wrote about being in love with, and locked yourself up in a cupboard for.”

“You still don’t get it do you?”

“I get that aliens abducted you.”

“You were the car, Y/N.”

He parks the car, quickly jogging around to help you out of the car. And the two of you walk into the doctors office, and he goes to sit down as you sign in. The time passes slow, it is agaonzing having his eyes on you. You remembered when you used to revel in this sight.

You are called back and Roger assumes when she calls out Taylor, that means the two of you. Not just you.

The ultrasound gel was cool on you belly, as the technician rolled the wand over your belly. “And, there is your baby girl.”

“A girl?” Roger’s voice is laced with pure excitement, you remembered how he always wanted a little girl. “Did you hear that Y/N? A little girl!” His down right giddy, and a part of you, a greater part than you would like to admit missed this.

He came with you to the next couple of appointments, when Brian could not make it because of Freddie demanding his parts in a song was less than perfect. But, you knew. You knew what Freddie was doing.

He parks the car in front of Brian’s house, “Y/N, thank you for including me.”

“However I feel about you, I won’t make her suffer for it. She needs you, Roger.” You wanted to say, I need you.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

It goes on like this, and the time you two spent together went from just appointments to lunch afterward and baby shopping.

“I want to come home. I want to come home to you and our baby. I want us back.”

You look at him,“I- I don’t trust you, Roger. I don’t trust you not to what you did again. And what is a relationship without trust?”

“Sometimes, you have to take a leap of faith.”

“Is that what you did? Is that how you ended up in another woman’s bed?”

The look in eyes almost made you take it back, “I made a mistake, I know that. Please, Y/N can’t you forgive me?”

“I can forgive, I just can’t forget.” You slam the door in his face.

“Y/N.” Your name comes out like a sacred book from Brian’s mouth.

“Yeah?”

“I know. I know he has been going with you to the doctors appointments, I can’t make. And I know Freddie arranged it all. He told me today, he told me I have to stop getting in the way.”

You bolt up from the rocking chair you were occupying, your hands on either sides of his cheeks. “You are never in the way of anything, Brian. You saved me, you picked up the pieces. You are it, you are my person.”

Brian looks at you, and you do not not see anger. No, you see a man with a broken heart. “I want more. I want all of you. I want us, Y/N. I want you, me, and this baby girl to be a family. If you go back to him, I cannot be there. I cannot watch him destroy you over and over. I won’t do it. I can’t see my person being destroyed by my mate. You have to chose, Y/N.”

The baby brought you and Roger back to the beginning, back to the start. But it also brought you here, to this moment and you knew that if chose one you would lose the other.

“Roger’s world stopped turning that day, all the colors faded because he realized you were his world.”

“You are wrong.” You can feel the tension in the room even in your comatose state.

“Brian, he made a mistake.”

“And as always, someone else pays for it.” Brian bites back. “As always, Y/N pays the price!”

“I know she is your best friend but he loves her. She is his wife.” Deaky is calm, almost as if he knew this altercation would happen.

“And my love? Is my love for her not enough?”

“No, it’s not.” Deaky says as if it’s obvious, “You don’t love her. If you did, you would have let her go. Instead you keep holding onto her, you keep hoping that one day you can guilt her into staying with you because you cannot bring yourself to let her be happy without you. You can’t keep holding onto to someone whose letting go.”

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[lokikingofasgardslover713]

Helot: Desperation

Masterlist

Loki Laufeyson X Plus Size Torrin OFC

Warnings: Gore, panic, past-torture

Summary: What type of discovery does Torrin make when she is allowed to escape the lodge? The better question how does she take the realization she isn’t on earth and the weight of what happened to her comes crashing down on her shattered mind? Loki isn’t as much as an ass, not to Torrin anyway.

A/N: ANGST!

Words:+2,100

Leisurely, Loki wiped his hands on the cloth next to him before taking his time following her out of the lodge through the meadow and into the trees. Torrin was easy to track thanks to the anklet and there wasn’t much damage she could do with her seidr restrained, but her will to fight was a different story.

Casually he followed her through the wooded trail and watched her resolve fall as she realized this was not Midgard. It began to eat of him as she became more erratic and decided it was best to stop her. Evident in her faltering steps that it was wearing her down. The god did cave to his own concern for her when she crested the hill and collapsed to her knees.

This wasn’t earth, the rebuilding of a golden structure before her, the scents, the sounds, it wasn’t earth. The dirt under her feet was even alien just like the god that had been following her at a distance. Siting to her ass in the dirt, Torrin glared at the anklet with it's runes. She was educated, it bound her seidr, kept her controllable.

Controllable? Oh gods, controllable. A flood of emotion swamping her body to send her into a fit of hyperventilation and shivering. Hands gripping out to the dirt to grasp for the rock as she felt a cold collar clasp around her neck. Raising the rock as a cold shackle found the opposite ankle and bringing the rock down on the anklet, it deflected to hit her shin.

It hurt, gods it hurt, but so did the feel of another shackle slip around her opposite wrist as she brought the rock down on the cuff again and again. Then, finally, a shackle closed around the rock wielding wrist. It crushed, it made her drop the rock as she was jerked to her feet a screeching mess that swore her lungs burned with the stench of death.

Peering up into concerned emerald orbs, Torrin couldn’t help but collapse. Her ankle throbbed and ached, pain a new sensation, one she hadn’t felt since she had been taken and enslaved. She used to be stronger, could shoulder any pain, heal with a thought and now look at her, a ruined heap of nothing. Shivering as he fell with her to gingerly take the ruined ankle in his hands.

“No,” she yelped out as pain shot up her leg to the base of her spine as she braced on her hands. Leaning over the opposite knee as she brought it up to lean over it with her head bowed to hide her eyes. She began to utter apologies to the man, the god before her, maybe it would lessen her punishment.

Carefully Loki maneuvered the damaged limb so he could heal it, cursing at her to be still and quit her whining, it wasn’t that bad. Or that was until he listened close to what she was saying. The ankle healed he focused on her posture and how she had begun to rock.

Focusing on how her hands dug at the dirt. Loki could take it no longer. No longer could the god lie to himself; he did care for the quivering celestial for him. Yes, he did see himself in her and yes he loved her. In exasperation he reached out to take her head in his bloodied hands to force her to look at him.

“Calm down love. No one will punish you,” he murmured, noting she was too far into her hysterical state to realize what he was telling her. Gingery Torrin wrapped her dirtied hands around his wrist but wouldn’t dare meet his gaze. The panic-stricken creature before him was trying to calm herself best she could but it didn’t appear to be working.

With a quiet sigh, Loki got to his feet and took her in his arms to start towards the lodge with her cradled against him. Slowly the celestial calmed, her shaking less violent as it was at the crest of the hill. The god deciding it was best to speak to her, maybe to ease her racing thoughts to let her know where she was and why he had placed the cuff on her ankle.

“We are on Vannaheim. One of the 9 realms and now the home of the new Asgard. They are rebuilding the palace just over the ridge, Thor is king,” Loki silently explained as he continued down the path. “The cuff on your ankle is to keep you from hurting yourself. You don’t now where you are and that can prove dangerous for you love. Until you learn the realm, I will keep it in place, but you are free to roam, no one will bother us here at the lodge,” the god explained as he began to step through the meadow.

“No need for you to beg for forgiveness. You are safe here and no one will harm. All I want is for you to keep calm and rest,” he admitted quietly as they entered the lodge, the lay out different this time. The large bed was at the back of the dining area, possibly so he could keep and eye on her and the area was more open.

Inaudibly the door shut behind them and he allowed her to slide to her dirty feet. Without emotion she turned to him and looked at him through her lashes meekly. Carefully he reached out and pushed her disheveled hair out of her face.

“There is a shower just beyond the door, and fresh clothes. Go get cleaned up. Yeah,” he actually bargained as she shook her head she understood and went back to the door at the back of the lodge.

When she emerged clean, Torrin stepped just on the outside of the door looking for Loki. The god was moving about in the kitchen area before he stepped towards her with a cup in his hand. Gingerly she took it as he silently directed her to sit at the small dining table on the opposite end, closest to the door she had ran out of, but she didn’t dare look at it.

Carefully she drunk the hot liquid, it would actually burn her now if she gulped it down to fast. The medicine taste more off putting but she choked it down. Not looking up as he placed a plate of food before her, noticing she wouldn’t touch it until he sat.

Eyes down cast she ate, took her time but startled as he reached out to caress over her clothed forearm. Torrin looked up at him, noting he must have asked a question by the way he looked for an answer.

“Do you remember,” he asked quietly, and she immediately nodded yes.

“All of it,” her voice croaked as he reached up to caress over her cheek, relishing in how she leaned into it.

“How long have you been without pain,” he asked quietly.

“Decades,” she whispered as he turned to face her, ready to catch her or do anything to prevent her from going into hysterics once more. “Everything hurts. My body. My heart. My mind. They broke me. Please spare me, put me down-,” she began to fret, her hands wrapping around the wrist that had placed the hand to her cheek.

Forcefully she grabbed the wrist and placed it on her throat, wrapping his fingers around it herself. A begging pela in electric blue eyes that was asking for him to end her life.

“Do it,” her voice quivered, “you have your chance, I want fight. Be rid of me and go on! You would have ended it on the ship if it wasn’t for Thor! I heard you say so! Do it! Now is no different,” she plead like a broken child, a single tear sliding free.

“No,” the god spoke eerily calm, flexing his fingers to show he wasn’t about to put pressure on her throat.

“No?! I'm a nuisance to you, a troublesome creature that has caused noting but-.”

“You are mine,” he interrupted her quivering rant and she paused, staring at him, the opposite hand now coming up to gingerly pry her fingers from his wrist. “And unfortunately, when I deicide someone is mine, I refuse to let them wither and die, or let them alone in general. So put those thoughts out of your mind lover. I will take care of you, help you to get better.”

With a quiet sigh, Loki’s fingers wrapped her chin to hold her still and place his lips to hers in a tender kiss. When he was sure she would hold the kiss, he released his hold on her chin, reaching out to direct her to her feet and straddle his legs. Pulling her flush to deepen the kiss and she carefully leaned into it as he let her go.

“I want to go home,” she murmured as he laid his forehand to hers, “but I know it want ever be the same.”

“It never is,” Loki hummed as he took her hands in his gingerly, calloused thumbs rubbing over the bare knuckles. “How about you go rest, calm, and I will be close if you need me. We will share a bed if that is what you desire, if not I will leave you alone.”

With a careful nod she moved to get to her feet, reaching to the dishes to take them on her way but gently he stopped her. Another nod and she stepped around him to make her way to the bed, burrowing under the covers to shut her eyes the instant her head hit the pillows.

A quiet shuffle, the creak of the door made her eyes open to realize it had begun to grow dark outside, but the lodge was lit beyond the kitchen area. A slight draft made her shiver and pull the covers and furs closer. The sound of someone speaking, several actually, accompanied Loki’s voice in hushed tones. Picking up on Thor and a woman.

“The guard said they spotted someone this way. I figured it was you,” Thor spoke but was quiet for once having noted how Loki seemed to be trying to keep the lodge calm. The transmission he had gotten didn’t sound as if Torrin was doing to well.

With a nod Loki looked back to the bed and the slightly moving furs that attested to the occupant being awake but not wanting to draw attention.

“We went for a walk,” Loki spoke quietly and left it at that as he hinted they take the seats near the door.

“Who is she,” the Valkyrie spoke up, Thor had told the warrior of the woman they found. The bronze warrior ignoring the two in favor of stepping over to the bed to look over the occupant that stared back. “So, you're a celestial. I haven’t seen one of you in millennia.”

Carefully Torrin eyed the bronze skinned woman who was obviously ignoring Loki who was telling her to leave her be. Electric blue meeting cognac as a slight recognition flitted across the warriors features. Carefully she placed a knee on the furs and leaned over to push the furs away from Torrin’s face, calloused bronzed fingers caressing over her cheek.

Laying her forehead to Torrin’s, the two women shared a quiet moment. One warrior to another, one lone survivor to another as she spoke softly to the woman who shut her eyes and listened to the soothing voice of the Valkyrie.  A careful caress over a warm cheek before she pulled away and stepped back toward the two men who stared at her.

“What? I told her if either one of you tried anything to let me know and I would be glad to help her out,” the Valkyrie spoke as she stepped out of the lodge.

“How is she?”

“Tired. She wants to go home,” Loki admitted as they both took a seat to discuss the rebuilding.

“Maybe soon then. I will try to find a suiting place for her and you of course,” Thor hinted to Loki who nodded, this time he wasn’t going to argue, no point in it.

“Maybe not around your friends, I believe they may have unknowingly had a part of the organization that put her in this predicament.”

“Understood. I will be at the palace, overseeing construction until you can return. Your chambers are ready if you think it may be more comfortable than this lodge.”

With a cautious look towards the now still furs, Loki shook his head no. meeting his brothers gaze he nodded. Maybe the crowded corridors wouldn’t be the best for her until she got through this. “Maybe I will try to get her out of the cabin on walks. Each day we could work closer to the palace,” Loki admitted as Thor shook his head in understanding once more.

“Aye brother. Whatever will work.”

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KRISIUN

Interview with Alex Camargo by Daniel Hinds

(conducted November 2003)

At the time bands like Deicide and Morbid Angel emerged, it was hard to imagine anyone could take death metal to a substantially more extreme level, yet acts like Krisiun have done just that.  Their inhumanly fast and unrelentingly brutal music has earned them worldwide respect, as has their ceaseless touring.  After the somewhat sterile Ageless Venomous, Krisiun returned with the more well-rounded Works of Carnage and vocalist/bassist Alex Camargo explains what made it so strong…

The new album has a much bigger, heavier production. We felt that we had to come out with something different.  We missed a little heaviness on the previous album, but this time we wanted to approach some kind of balance between the clearness and the heaviness.  It has to be heavy, the bottom has to be there, and we were very satisfied with the results.  The songs are shorter, faster, more dynamic and more straight-forward - that was the main thing that we were looking for this album.

You have maintained a level of heaviness and speed on each album – is it important for you to keep that aspect of the band intact? Yeah, we don't feel like we have to compromise or please people, you know.  We just want to play metal and that's our main approach.  We want to stay brutal.  It's not a competition or something, it's just natural for us, the speed and the brutality.  It's been like that for years.  We've got to change and bring up different things here and there, but we're not going to change our style.  As you say, that's something that has kept the band intact and we want to keep our integrity even if some people don't give a fuck about what we are doing.

Does that make it challenging to write a new album each time? As I say, it's just natural.  We record albums and go on tour and as soon as we get home again we start to write songs.  We live together, so it's been a smooth process.  Moyses [Kolesne, guitar] has got his ideas, Max [Kolesne, drums] has his ideas, and I got mine, we set them together and go for it.  It's no big deal.  We feel like we've still got the vibe, you know, still hungry for metal.  Each album is a different step.  We love that, we love being on the road, we love recording albums and delivering to the kids some decent metal.

What led you to choose Works of Carnage as the album title? The title was no big deal, it just came out.  This apocalyptic vision has been our background for years and we feel like we have to write something that has to do with the music, so 'Works of Carnage' we just felt that would suit it better.  The lyrics are not going to change, we're still talking about evil things, which is a reflection of the shit that is going on all over the world.  All this religious war and crap that is going on, so we feel like, let's bring it up and show the people that we're all going to be fucked up if we don't…  We've got to please ourselves, not some religion or gods or whatever.

What is your take on the war in the middle east? It's hard and I cannot speak for Americans, but it's a big mess.  You've got to defend yourselves; you've got to defend your country.  I think that the shit that happened on September 11th was really shocking, I think the Americans did it right by going for it and defending themselves.  Of course, there are a lot more things going on behind this, but my point of view is that you've got to defend your country; you've got to defend your people.  At the end, I think everybody's losing.

What made you decide to keep the snakes from Ageless Venomous in the cover art on Works of Carnage (along with the pentagram)? The whole concept was from this Polish guy Jacek, he asked us for the lyrics and it came out of that.  We gave some ideas here and there, we wanted something evil and shocking, and I think he came out with this thing and we were very satisfied with that.

I saw you on the Dimmu Borgir tour and was blown away by how much more intense you guys were live.  Is it important for you to tour a lot? Yeah it is, man.  I think the more you tour, the more experience you've got.  Sometimes we don't have time for a sound check or whatever and we've got to be ready, got to sound tight and get along with your band mates, it helps a lot.  Sometimes you fuck up here and there, but we just try to deliver the shit raw and you've got to be ready.  It's not like in the studio where you fuck up, you have the chance to make it again and again, so we practice a lot at home and we love going on tour.

A lot of bands have a hard time touring the US due to financial reasons, but you guys have managed several tours here. There is an economical fucked-up situation, but you've got to make it happen somehow.  When you play in a band, it's not just about playing music - you've got to think and make things happen and go for it.  Brazil is a rough country, but you can make things happen somehow.  It's pretty much up to the label - if you don't have a label, you're not going anywhere.  To hook up and make it happen, you've got to get in touch with people, you've got to speak your mind and deliver your music.

Tell me a bit about the live DVD.. Actually, it's been delayed a little bit because we've got this problem with the old label.  We played some old songs and the old label owns the rights to those songs, so it's been a hassle between our new label and our old label.  Due to this delay, we're going to add one more show and make sure it comes out with a good quality.  Aside from that, we'll have some extra footage from the road and from the recording process of the new album.

Will you be doing a live album as well? No, just the DVD.Was it difficult at all getting recognition outside of Brazil? Mmmm… it used to be.  It's getting a little better, not just for bands but for the people.  We've got a new government and the economical situation is getting a little better.  The kids, they can afford better instruments now.  It was rough back in the day, but it's getting a little easier.  As I said, Brazil is a different country, it's filled with ups and downs, you have some rough shit going on, but you can make it happen.  If you go down to south Brazil, it's different - I know what you guys see on TV is pretty much about the fucked up things we've got down there, but there are a lot more things to see and appreciate.  It's not just about misery and roughness, you know.

Having been around for 13 years now, are you happy with how much you have accomplished so far? Yeah, man.  I'm happy with what we've accomplished, but I feel like there's still a lot more to do, you know.  We still feel thirsty for blood.  We fucking love playing metal and each album is a challenge.  You make mistakes here and there, but you just go for it and we're very satisfied with what we've accomplished, especially for a third world band playing brutal music.  As I said, there's still a lot more to do.  Every time, we still get new ideas and we've still got the vibe, which I think is the most important thing.  Still got the feeling and still waiting to make things happen and have a lot more to do.

Having been around since near the start of the death metal explosion, what is your take on how the music has evolved? One thing that is very exciting is meeting bands that used to influence us.  Like, we had a tour with Morbid Angel, with Cannibal Corpse, and we just finished one with Deicide.  We're still learning and to see them was a great experience.  It's a very exciting thing because you can never know enough.  Being on the road with such great bands was a great thing for us, it was one of the greatest accomplishments that we've reached so far, hanging out with these people and to share the stage with such great bands.

Did it also push you to make even better music? Yeah, that's it, you get inspired, to see those bands playing, you're like, 'Oh man, we better do a good job!'

Do you still get a thrill discovering new bands? Yeah.  Sometimes, you get tired of hearing copycats or whatever, but I still get a thrill.  You never know, sometimes some great band will show up.  But I'm not concerned with only metal, not just the scene and brutal death metal.  It doesn’t matter if you play black, thrash, or old rock 'n' roll stuff - music is universal.  I've got open ears for all types of music.

What kind of stuff do you listen to outside of metal? We grew up listening to these bands like AC/DC, Motörhead, ZZ Top, and we still listen to that.  Each one of us has got different things, like Moyses has got this classical approach on guitar, Max listens to some jazz, some Brazilian Latin rhythms.  Just so we don’t stagnate and listen to the same shit.  Like you can pick some different stuff and bring it up in your music, at least try to get something different and new.  We listen to blues, jazz, old rock 'n' roll, but metal is the main thing and we listen to a lot of metal.  Metal is metal, that's our religion.

Where are you guys on tour at the moment? Today is a day off and we're heading to Florida, we're playing there tomorrow.  We've got two shows left and then we're done.  It's been a great tour, we fucking love going on tour with Deicide.  We heard a lot of shit about those guys and how rough they could be, but they've been so cool with us.  We had a great time with Deicide and Hate Eternal as well.

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