arranged marriage gwyndoloki au pt. 4 (first night)

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 4:28 AM
Gwyndolin maybe makes a little surprised noise at the arm around his waist, and the overwhelmed feeling still won't stop, despite Thor being long gone. "I... Yes. Most likely." He mutters, just a bit pink as he's led out of the party, and into a comparatively quiet hall. "My... my butterflies are likely there as well." He adds, just a bit meekly, because that arm is still around his waist. Um, golly.

Luckily, everything they've assumed is true, and Loki's suite has Gwyndolin's things in it already- his clothes (idk maybe they're in trunks or Gwyndolin gets his own shiny new wardrobe or they're mixed with Loki's clothes or something), his personal items, a small pile of books and scrolls left on some surface with a letter for Gwyndolin... That can be read later. And of course, the cage of moonlight butterflies, fluttering all on the side of the cage closest to the nearest source of moonlight from outside.

itsAlana - Yesterday at 4:31 AM
Loki doesn't bother to remove his arm until they get there, and then he makes a soft noise, and releases Gwyndolin, heading straight to the butterflies, hands coming up to touch the cage and then hesitating. "They're beautiful," he murmurs, "even more so up close. The scroll said Duke Seathe MADE them for you?"

Clearly, he is either distracted, or trying to distract himself from something (like, possibly, ugly feelings about one's brother).

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 4:36 AM
When the arm is removed from his waist, Gwyndolin takes a short breath, feeling weirdly light-headed, and takes a moment to gather his wits. Gwyndolin takes notice of his things in the room, including the many books and scrolls and the letter he absolutely must read when he gets a chance, but Loki being distracted by (or forcefully distracting himself with) the cage of butterflies draws Gwyndolin's attention as well, and he slithers up beside Loki to find the door of the cage, unlatching it and reaching in to very gently scoop up a butterfly like a bird.

He smiles sweetly at the butterfly, now sitting on his knuckles, fluttering its wings gently, shimmering. "Of course. They're smaller versions of his usual Moonlight Butterflies, which are really quite massive- I think even my brother may be able to ride one." He says, and giggles softly. "Duke Seathe has made a number of wonderful things, but the Moonlight Butterflies are my favorite, and I think among his as well. But I *am* surprised he managed to make some so small..."

itsAlana - Yesterday at 4:40 AM
Tentatively, Loki reaches out, to brush a fingertip against the helix horn, the strange halo, the tasseled tail... "It truly is a royal gift," he says, softly. "Do they need any sort of care? I must say, I'm not especially familiar with created life like this..."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 4:47 AM
"As far as I am aware, they are autonomous, and need not food nor drink, only magic..." He says, smiling, and very glad to be talking about this rather than literally anything else. "He gifts them each with their own crafted souls, to give them their life, which lasts a terribly long time. These butterflies will outlive most mortals, especially if they are allowed to thrive in moonlight."

The butterfly alights suddenly, and flutters about Gwyndolin and Loki and in a moonbeam, before Gwyndolin reaches out to cup his hands carefully around the body, to bring it back, and gently release it back into the cage, which he closes before any can escape. "The larger ones have their more practical uses, and can even cast their own magicks. These little ones are likely just for show, however. But prettier and easier to care for than pet birds, I think!"

itsAlana - Yesterday at 4:51 AM
"And more quiet, I think," Loki says, his face gentling into a smile. "Should they be close to a window, then? Perhaps a small butterfly house could be built for them, to get the most moonlight possible..."

Loki glances away from the butterflies, to his new wife, and his hand catches Gwyndolin's. "... Or perhaps I am distracting myself, and we can talk about it in the morning," he says, softly. "I... am sorry about Thor. He can be... rambunctious, with drink."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 4:54 AM
"Yes, I think moving them in front a window would be..." Oh, Loki is changing the subject, with Gwyndolin's hand in his own, making his wife blush a bit.

"Ah... well. I cannot entirely lay blame in him when he is so impaired by drink...." He murmurs, his eyes turned down. "I do feel quite... odd about it, I must admit. No one hath ever acted as he did toward me before."

itsAlana - Yesterday at 5:01 AM
Loki makes an odd little noise, amused and pained. "The people of Anor Londo don't seem to be inclined towards such blatant flirting, it's true. Was-- Should I have pushed him away earlier?"

Here, in the privacy of his suite, without a thousand eyes on him, Loki looks a little fretful, a little pained, and uncertain of how he had behaved; it's even more clear when he asks, softly, "Should I have let him flirt more?"

The idea clearly pains Loki, at least a little, but it is, after all, up to Gwyndolin to decide how much flirting is allowed. They are only married, after all, it's not like Loki owns his wife's body or affections; if Gwyndolin did want Thor, there was no reason for him to stand in the way.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 5:08 AM
"I... I do not know, maybe-" Gwyndolin is uncomfortable with the first question, he's not terribly good at social situations and when to time things, but the second question gets an immediate, firm answer- "No."

The people of Anor Londo are austere indeed, but Gwyndolin is chief among them in chastity. "I would have thee know, Loki, that until our wedding, I hath been under vows of chastity my entire life- that I would neither flirt nor accept flirting. And to me, at least, marriage is sacred- regardless if it one of loveless arrangement." He huffs, all prim and stuffy and strict. "I have heard rumors of the... dalliances of thineself and thy Brother with various... partners. I wish not to partake in that, and in fact I find it quite distasteful, I-"

He's a little flustered now, cheeks red and a frown heavy on his face, and it looks like Loki may have just accidentally activated a little bit of a vent at his own expense, one that Gwyndolin may have been holding in for a while. "If I may speak freely, I voiced my complaint with my father about this marriage after what I had learned of thee- that I would be wed to a tramp!" He says, and then regrets it, slightly, enough to cover his lips with the tips of his fingers and look slightly ashamed of himself, surprised at his own words. "Ah... My apologies, my Lord... I know the values of Asgard and Anor Londor differ so, 'tis not my right to judge thee by standards not of thine own people. But..."

He clears his throat, regains his composure, and lowers his hands. "... I would like to expect fidelity, from the both of us, if it matters to thee. I... hope this will not be so much a problem."

itsAlana - Yesterday at 5:11 AM
Loki looks relieved when Gwyndolin says no so firmly, and relaxes just a smidge even as Gwyndolin gets all stiff and flustered--

But then Gwyndolin calls him a tramp, and-- and-- he cannot help but laugh, pressing a hand to his mouth to muffle it, his mood lightened. "I-- I don't believe I've ever been called a tramp before," he says, weirdly delighted by it, shoulder leaning against the cage of butterflies and a light in his green eyes for a moment-- then it fades, his expression growing serious. "But I... mmmn." He glances aside, and says, rather guardedly, "I wasn't ever the type to go out and sleep with people carelessly, no matter what rumors you may have heard. I don't expect I'll start to do so, now that I have a wife."

It's no promise of fidelity, but it's... something? He does not wish to say to Gwyndolin, 'I don't sleep with women, but I don't wish to be celibate forever just because my father wants to use me for politics', but he won't go sowing his seed (or getting sown with seed, as the case may be) outside his wedding bed for a while; he might even be able to bring himself to sleep with his wife, from time to time, as long as Gwyndolin doesn't expect any particular passion.

"... Anyways, wasn't there some secret that would make me hate you? Shouldn't we hear that, at least, before I go making promises?" He's clearly faking some amount of good cheer, his troubled expression giving way to a rather unhappy smile.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 5:40 AM
Gwyndolin was all wound up, and the laughter makes him stiffen, feeling... feeling laughed off, like he isn't taken seriously, and he looks down at the floor in frustration, dainty fingers curling... At least Loki half-promises not to sleep around, for now. Sort of. It doesn't make Gwyndolin feel much better, not when that fantasy he was so enjoying earlier has been thoroughly shattered.

It's not exactly that he wants to force someone to have passion for him, and it's not that he really feels good about asking someone to become celibate for him, but... is it still so hard to understand why he may wish to feel like he's important, for once? That he matters? At least in a marriage? God, he's asking for too much, isn't he-

"... Right. Thou art right." He whispers, twisting his fingers together out of nerves. "Look at me, making and asking for promises and plans left and right, when I cannot even be sure this will last the hour." There's great pain and strain in his voice, which wavers, tears starting to well in his eyes and a tremble coming to his form, his fears washing over him once more at long last, after having dared relax and become almost comfortable earlier.

"My Lor- Loki, I... I wish I could get away with never having to tell thee this, but as my husband, thou art bound to find out sooner or later- not to mention thou art owed the truth of how my Father hath chosen to fleece and insult thee through my choosing as thy wife. and I would rather not have dishonesty by omission on my record, like everyone else seems content to do. First for my disfigurement, and..." He clears his throat, which feels tight, and takes a shuddering breath...

"... When I was born..." He starts, his voice shaking just a bit, his eyes unable to meet Loki's, "I already carried a powerful attunement with the moon, exuding it in my aura. It is an exceedingly feminine thing to my people, thou must understand. I was also born small, sickly, and weak. And I was born as... a-as a son. My father deemed that, for all my weakness and my aura, I could never qualify as a true male, and so he raised me as a daughter, and truly sees me as such, despite my body, even if I neither measure up as a proper daughter. And that is the truth."

He's shaking all over now, and glances up to Loki's face at last, fearing his reaction but unable to not at least see what effect this news must have. But words also keep spilling from him, half unbidden, "But what my Father doth not realize is, I do not... I do not see myself as a woman. I never have... Perhaps he was right that an inadequate son like me should be a daughter, but my heart disobeys regardless, and clings to the manhood that was denied of me- I... I am sorry, Loki, but thou hast been wed to a failed man molded into the shape of an inadequate woman."

itsAlana - Yesterday at 5:47 AM
Loki finds himself pressed with his shoulders back against the cage, uncertain how to respond to Gwyndolin's tears, now-- ten minutes ago, he would have been happy to brush them aside, but something shifted, and now something is shifting again, leaving Loki dizzy and without a footing as Gwyndolin's voice fills with pain, and his wife confesses to being an insult, and calls something a disfigurement--

But then Gwyndolin confesses to being a man by birth and by heart, but forced to female mould, and Loki asks, after a moment of silence hangs between them, "... Is that...? ahh. Ah, I perceive that you heard very, very incomplete rumors about me, Gwyndolin." He laughs, weakly, and rubs his face, and says, "You ought to have lead with that, for I'm much happier promising fidelity to the gender I'm actually attracted to."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 5:50 AM
Gwyndolin did hear very, very incomplete rumors about Loki's promiscuity, yes, mostly because he was more afraid of confirmation of beastly partners. He's trying very hard still not to think of that. Still, though, Loki's reaction is... is completely the opposite of anything- no, it's hardly even in the same realm of existence of what Gwyndolin expected!

His eyes go wide, and he goes still, completely and utterly shocked by the revelation, and says, flabbergasted, "I beg thy pardon??"

itsAlana - Yesterday at 5:55 AM
Loki did not think he was particularly unclear, but still, he says, plainly and clearly, "I prefer men, quite exclusively. Which my father knows, by the way, though I think Thor has somehow managed not to notice. I'm quite sure I was supposed to be a snub as well, granting you a husband who could never be attracted to you." He laughs, a little giddy, and says, "To think, their snubs cancelled each other out! What terrible fathers we have, dear Gwyndolin."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 5:59 AM
"I..." Gwyndolin is completely at a loss for words!! He goes utterly slackjawed in shock, and when he shuts his mouth, he delicately touches his fingertips to them, still mulling over this utter revelation. Somehow, in the attempts of their fathers to out-snub each other in their dueling egos, they'd managed to pair a purely man-attracted prince with a secretly-a-man princess!

And now, it's Gwyndolin's turn to start laughing, a little too high to be entirely out of mirth, nerves and stress bubbling up through it. "I cannot believe this!" He says, voice a bit strained and squeaking under the giggling, "How could such a bizarre coincidence even possibly be real??"

itsAlana - Yesterday at 6:04 AM
Loki offers his hands to Gwyndolin, and says, "Ohhhh, I'm sure more bizarre things have happened, my-- my husband?" His giddy laugh breaks free, and (if Gwyndolin will take his hands) he pulls his husband in for a hug.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 6:07 AM
Gwyndolin, absolutely overwhelmed all over again and now for entirely different reasons, takes Loki's hands without even thinking about it- only to be pulled into an unexpected hug...! He squeaks, and then... then he... he can't help but hug back, his dainty arms squeezing Loki with what modest strength he can muster, trembling though they are.

"H-Husband, yes." He breathes, the tremble taking over the rest of his body again, now for reasons that aren't related to fear. "I... thou art g... glad, then? I so s-surely thought..." He thought this would be a deal breaker. He thought people would be furious. He thought he might get hurt.

itsAlana - Yesterday at 6:14 AM
"I am glad," Loki says, with a little breath of relief into Gwyndolin's hair, fingers finding his shoulderblades under the draping gold and capes and planting themselves, solid and warm against Gwyndolin's cold-blooded skin. "For one thing, it makes telling you I'm not interested in women much less awkward, don't you think?" He practically giggles, and murmurs, "That's a conversation I've been dreading since my father said I was to marry. When I met your brother, I even thought of asking my father to try and arrange a marriage between me and him instead-- but I think neither of our fathers would have been happy with that." He pulls back, slightly, and looks down at Gwyndolin, and smiles, brilliant in the moonlight.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 6:23 AM
"No, I- they most certainly would not have." Gwyndolin says, breathless as Loki pulls back, and a smile on his face. "It it is of any consolation, Loki, though my now-revoked vows hath kept me from letting myself think on it, I hold my interests in men as well." But then his smile fades... "Though, I could not tell thee if it is a natural interest, or one consequentially groomed into me by my raising as a woman."

He sighs a bit, and shivers, Loki's hands so warm against his pale, chilled skin. "... I do not know what else to say." He says after a moment, his eyes glittering with moonlight and shimmering with wet as he looks up into Loki's. His voice is thick with emotion, tears threatening to spill over but barely restrained. "I never... I could never have expected such a thing! That it would be so well accepted, that even that thou wouldst be... be glad of it!"

itsAlana - Yesterday at 6:30 AM
Loki makes a little noise, not quite alarmed, and presses their foreheads together, and suggests, "Perhaps you could say, 'Loki, my dear husband, I have been on my feet for what feels like twenty years, and my corset is going to become part of my ribs if you do not assist me in removing it'? And I could say, 'I would be glad to help, if you'll give me just a moment to free my feet from boots that were assuredly designed to grind my heels into flour'! And then we could go sit down more comfortably, and then you could cry on me a little."  He bumps their noses together, too, and-- oh, Gwyndolin's eyes really are beautiful, even more so when Loki isn't just searching for something to compliment about Gwyndolin. "Perhaps I could even flirt with you. I think, perhaps, it would not be so difficult now."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 6:36 AM
"I-I-" Gwyndolin squeaks at the bumping of their foreheads, and then chokes slightly at the touch of their noses, stammering as he struggles to speak, "Th-That sounds... v-very nice, I-I... I am q-quite ready to- to-" He hiccups suddenly, and the tears he'd been struggling not to let fall spill over, and run down his red cheeks, "to finally r-rest and g-get out of this d-dress, a-and- and-!"

And Loki wants to flirt with him, and he makes a funny, high pitched, overwhelmed noise; he can't keep pretending he can carry on this conversation, throwing himself further back into Loki's arms, making that noise again as he buries his face in Loki's shoulder, and promptly starts to cry. "I n-never- I nev-ver...!!" He squeezes his husband tight, shaking all over, "Never th-thought- h-hardly dared t-to- to dream-!!"

He never once in his life thought he'd meet a man who could see his snakes, know he was a boy forced into a girl's mold, know of his sorcerous nature, and be able to find interest in him. It was distant in all but his most wildest and rarest dreams.

itsAlana - Yesterday at 6:42 AM
Loki does make an alarmed noise, and embraces his surprise husband, and makes uncertain soothing noises-- he thinks they're soothing-- they're the kind of noises his mother used to make-- and carefully turns his face into Gwyndolin's silky hair. His husband's silky hair. Oh, it's so much easier to think of it as his husband's silky hair, not some silky hair that he needed to divorce from the concept of 'wife' to enjoy, and he nuzzles, briefly, and says, softly, "Perhaps you were due some good luck, and it's me, dear husband."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 6:48 AM
Gwyndolin runs out of words to stammer and struggle to say, and just sobs in their place, releasing all these strange and amazing new feelings he never thought he could ever get to have. Relief and joy and whatever the feeling is called when you are overwhelmed with delight that someone likes you for who and what exactly you are, when everyone else in the world thinks those same things are what is wrong with you.

And he cries a while longer like that, until he's just too tired to cry anymore, and the sobs die away, to be replaced by jittery little hiccups. Finally, he lifts his head from Loki's dampened shoulder, his makeup a little messed up, but thankfully it wasn't much- Loki likely had more makeup on his face than Gwyndolin. Snuffling, Gwyndolin smiles at Loki, despite his normally moon-pale face being ruddy red and tear-stained and damp and his eyes wet and bloodshot, and he says, a little hoarsely, "Art thou calling thyself my Lucky Loki, then?" followed by a soft giggle.

itsAlana - Yesterday at 6:56 AM
Loki's shoulder can stay a sponge for Gwyndolin's tears, and his arms can stay around his husband, until it softens down and Gwyndolin smiles at him-- and alliterates at him, making Loki groan. "I can't believe it," he grumbles, "I've been married to a man for less than a day, and he's already found something worse than cabbage to enjoy." He leans close to Gwyndolin, and brushes a kiss against his lips, even lighter than the kiss that sealed their wedding-- but a kiss in private, between just the two of them, without prompting. "What if I were to call you Gorgeous Gwyndolin, hmm?" he asks, in mock-grumpiness, warm hands finding Gwyndolin's cheeks. "Genteel Gwyndolin? Handsome Husband? My scrumptious spouse?"

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 7:00 AM
Gwyndolin giggles more, stuffily after crying but no less mirthful, only for those giggles to be stifled by the barest kiss to his lips- and not a kiss out of obligation like the one before all the guests at the wedding had been. A real kiss, slight as it is, with intention and meaning behind it, and Gwyndolin's heart flutters and his breath is stolen.

"I-I..." He sniffs, feeling almost about ready to cry all over again, utterly floored by receiving a real kiss. The nuptial kiss had been his first kiss at all, but this had been his first *real* kiss. "Right now, I th-think they are all rather delightful."

He laughs all over again, and then sniffles, and makes a regretful sound, "Oh, Loki... my apologies, I was s-supposed to let us get more comfortable bef-fore I cried upon thee."

itsAlana - Yesterday at 7:06 AM
Loki sighs, rather dramatically, and shakes his head. "What terrible taste!" he bemoans, "wanting to be called my very, very handsome husband... ahh, well, I suppose I can deal with it in the morning." He wipes the tears from Gwyndolin's cheeks with his thumbs, and suggests, "Let's go to my bedroom, so we can hang up the dress in my wardrobe. Hopefully. It might overflow a bit..."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 7:10 AM
Gwyndolin snuffles, and nods, still with a giggle or a hiccup escaping here and there as he lets Loki wipe the wetness from his face. "Y-Yes, that is a good idea. I will follow thee." He breathes a sigh, catching his breath properly at last after all that crying, and stammering a little less. "Though, honestly, once I am free of this dress and decorations, I care little where we put them. I dare think they will never be worn again- let the servants fetch them if my used wedding gown is meant to be saved for another day."

He is SO READY to be out of this heavy dress!! "Please, my husband, lead the way?" He asks, as if he isn't going to be immensely shy once they get around to actually undressing him.

itsAlana - Yesterday at 8:30 PM
"It's a work of art," Loki says, a little pained by the idea of just leaving it over a chair or something. "It should probably be displayed-- I'm sure the fashion in Asgard will follow it, even, I desperately want a coat with sleeves like this." He touches Gwyndolin's arm, and sighs, dreamily. "I don't suppose you brought whoever designed the dress along with you? I would love to have them make me an outfit... though perhaps one not quite so heavy."

Hand still on Gwyndolin's arm, Loki leads him into his room, which has a large, deep, drapery-darkened bed, a high-arched open doorway and balcony overlooking a private garden, and a large wardrobe of cherrywood and gold standing still ajar from when Loki left in the morning. A flick of Loki's fingers brings up soft lights, and then he guides his husband to sit on the bed, where he gives him another tiny kiss, this time to his temple as he unfastens Gwyndolin's veils.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 8:39 PM
Gwyndolin hadn't thought of it like that... He supposes he was a little overly bitter with the dress, for what it's symbolized for him in the last few weeks- not to mention accidental pokings of pins from fittings leaving him a little sour.

"An excellent point, my husband... Perhaps we can find some way to display it yet." He says softly, allowing himself to be lead to Loki's bedroom... Which he immediately decides looks dreadfully lovely and comfortable, and he almost can't wait to spend every dawn and twilight on the balcony.

He's sat on the bed, where he sighs, and just lets himself enjoy the wonders of *sitting*, closing his eyes as his husband unfastens his veils and kiss his temple. "Take the circlet with it," He suggests, smiling, "I feel as though it hath been trying to mold itself to my skull. Much less comfortable than my crown."

Speaking of, if Gwyndolin's things have been brought in to Loki's room, there may be a display pillow left on some surface or pedestal, upon which sits the Dark Sun Crown, in all its spiky golden corona'd glory. But that's for later. "By the way, we did bring the seamstress along. She and her assistants hath been fussing over this garment nonstop every day since my arrival, up to moments before I was allowed to come marry thee." He says, helpfully, "I am sure she would adore a commission, she worked so hard on this dress, surely to make best display of her abilities, certainly it would delight her to know it inspires people to wish for more from her. But perhaps give her a little time to rest her fingers!"

itsAlana - Yesterday at 8:49 PM
Loki laughs, softly, and removes the circlet as well, carefully folding the veil and resting the circlet atop it on the bedside table-- do those beautiful glowing lilies come with it, or will he need to free Gwyndolin's hair from those, too?

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 8:58 PM
Thankfully, the pretty lilies seemed to have been attached to the circlet itself rather than directly to Gwyndolin's hair, and he sighs with relief at having his head finally free of the overdecoration- even if his braided hair is still full of ribbons and flowers and vines and pretty stones. "Better already." He murmurs, tilting his head from side to side as he adjusts to a somewhat better freedom of movement. "I think the corset must come next, I miss being able to breathe properly-"

He starts to reach behind himself, only to be quite bad at unfastening the extravagant golden corset that's about as much metal as cloth. Making a little frustrated breath, he looks ruefully at Loki, "Could I have thy assistance? Should I stand...?"

itsAlana - Yesterday at 9:19 PM
"Stay," Loki says, and takes a moment to sweep off his cloak and step out of his shoes, then climbs up onto the bed behind Gwyndolin, fingertips touching his shoulders as Loki settles down, a knee to either side of Gwyndolin's hips as Loki unlaces and unhooks and unfastens the elaborate corset. "Nearly have it," he murmurs, a moment before it releases, letting Gwyndolin do such useful things as "breathe" and "bend at the waist" and "twist around".

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 9:30 PM
Gwyndolin maybe feels just a bit uneasy about Loki going behind him like this, but it's a strangely exhilarating sort of uneasiness, somehow... Anyways, the moment the corset is off him, he promptly starts doing these fun new things like Breathing, taking a deep breath as he stretches a bit, bending his waist and twisting back and forth a little as he enjoys the freedom of movement. Relatedly, it appears the main dress under the corset and overskirt was backless! Who would've thought.

Anyways there's still the main dress itself, with its amazing sleeves and the collar that ties at the back of his neck with a short lace bow, and the collar-attached cape that loops to drape over his back, and all the pretty draping chains and jewels and gold...

Gwyndolin, though, is starting to get a little shy now, as he realizes the implications of getting undressed, suddenly getting rather quiet and pink-cheeked. The fabric of the dress is thick enough that, with the support of the corset, his breasts were kept secure and modest, because... there's clearly no room under the dress for a bra.

itsAlana - Yesterday at 9:39 PM
Loki's fingers find Gwyndolin's spine, and stroke, gently, skin to skin, the god of mischief captivated by how creamy and perfect and unmarred his husband's skin is-- and then, because he is the god of mischief, he presses a soft kiss to Gwyndolin's back through the sheer cape, his lips dry and gentle. "Pretty," he murmurs, before straightening back up and moving to untie the bow, and unfasten the cape, and otherwise free Gwyndolin from his clothing.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 9:47 PM
Hope Loki enjoys the unique shade of Gwyndolin's skin- not simply pale, but with the silvery pallor of the moon, an inhuman shade that serves to make him look more ethereal, an embodiment of moonlight itself, with only the barest hint of the pink of blood beneath the skin, giving it an almost pearlescent shade... And it is most certainly unmarred, free of any scars or blemishes or marks, and so creamily soft like the finest silk- which he is wearing for comparison!- and one can only imagine how easy it must be for this delicate god to bruise.

Gwyndolin shivers at the touches to his spine, and further at the kiss, biting his lip and his cheeks growing redder, but he does not say a word as Loki continues to undress him, to untie the collar about his neck and pull it from his neck, taking all the draping chains and the cloth of the cape with it, prompting him to pluck his arms from the billowing sleeves... should Loki continue to peel away the dress, he will be left with a husband entirely bare from the waist up, his breasts modestly sized and terribly soft looking, with pearly pink little nipples, surrounded by so much more of that creamy moonpale skin, bared collarbones and bared stomach and bared waist, with only his decorated braid draped over his shoulder to offer a semblance of cover until, out of shyness and modesty, Gwyndolin can't help but lift his arms to cover his chest, terribly flushed and biting his lower lip into embarrassed silence.

itsAlana - Yesterday at 10:01 PM
Loki doesn't really get a chance to look, because once he has Gwyndolin's dress down, he occupies himself with undecorating his husband's hair, fingers clever and gentle as they tug out pins and flowers and slowly undo the braid-- it's only when Gwyndolin raises his arms that Loki realizes that he might be modest about his chest, having been raised as if he were a daughter. Damn wine, slowing him down!

"Oh--" he murmurs, and suggests, "I could find you a shirt to wear, if you wish, or robe. Or see if I can find where they've put your sleeping clothes?"

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 10:06 PM
Raised as a daughter, yes, he is terribly modest about his chest- and it would be difficult to shed such modesty, especially so long as he's also *shaped* like a woman, bearing these breasts. The knowledge of who he is does little to change the physical reality of having breasts. He makes a soft noise at Loki's suggestion, nodding. "Please- my sleeping clothes, preferably. 'Tis a light silk robe and ribbon-tied belt...?"

He looks over his shoulder at Loki, still looking terribly embarrassed, but there's an appreciative glint in his eyes, his hair only partly unwoven- the lilies and their vines and the jeweled ribbons were braided in with his hair, so the braid would have to be undone entirely, and the flowers and ribbon plucked from any silvery hair that may cling to them- luckily Gwyndolin's hair is very fine and silken and smooth, and difficult to tangle. "I can get out of the rest of my dress whilst that is done." He murmurs, and as if knowing freedom is nigh, his snakes start to finally relax at last and unravel themselves, slowly extruding from under the skirt- silly things, this will make getting the skirt off around you more difficult! Oh, but they're so cute with their little veils and ribbon collars... "My thanks, Loki."

itsAlana - Yesterday at 10:11 PM
Loki kisses Gwyndolin's cheek, and says, "Anything for my handsome husband, mm?" in a sweet voice, before sliding off the bed with a smile-- OH N???O?????? "Your snakes have veils, too?" he says, delightedly, and crouches to stroke one under the chin, looking incredibly pleased. "What a fool I was! I ought to have kissed them, too! Poor things, not being included in your wedding." He leans down, with a laugh, and kisses the head of one of the snakes, then goes to dig around in the trunks and boxes of Gwyndolin's things, leaving Gwyndolin alone for a few minutes.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 10:18 PM
Gwyndolin blushes at the affectionate words, and then even more as Loki notices his snakes- "W-Well, they can be rather difficult to keep in line at times, so my... My father and seamstress thought, as 'tis my wedding, should they show themselves, they should be well-dressed as well..." He looks SO embarrassed and sheepish, though the snakes are clearly enjoying the attention, the one getting the kisses and pets having raised its head up happily, tongue flitting, and the others slithering close by, hoping for their chance... only for Loki to have to leave to finish his little errand.

Gwyndolin clears his throat, a smile on his face despite his embarrassment, and carefully sheds himself of the rest of his dress, with only some difficulty in getting the snakes out and free. Underneath, Gwyndolin's undies are, of course, his typical sort of little ruffled bloomers with open sides that lace up to keep them on his hips, but they're a little fancier than normal, and shaped just a little more like panties and less like bloomer-shorts, with an extra inch or so of exposed thigh, and a lace trim to the ruffles of the waist bands and legholes. Adorable! He straightens the dress out and lays it across the bed, not sure where else to put it for the moment, and sits back down in his spot, an arm over his breasts, and the other hand stroking through his decorated hair...

Loki is now freely able to see the anatomical strangeness of Gwyndolin's snakes fully, how Gwyndolin actually has most of a pair of normal legs, but where the shins would segue into ankles, they instead segue into scales and split into three fully formed snakes each, and all six snakes are themselves several feet long, and VERY happily spreading out across the floor, all sore and tired from having been so wound up and tangled under Gwyndolin's wedding dress all day, and all still wearing their cute little veils, Gwyndolin having not bothered to untie them yet.

itsAlana - Yesterday at 10:27 PM
When Loki returns, he can't help but look over his very cute husband, and his many very cute snakes, Gwyndolin's robe over one arm. "You're very cute," he says, approvingly,  and opens the robe for Gwyndolin, stepping carefully between the snakes to  drape it over his husband's shoulders, so Gwyndolin can slide his arms inside without compromising his modesty too much; then Loki seats himself at Gwyndolin's feet, and says to the EXTREMELY precious veiled snakes, "Who would like a kiss and to be freed from their veil, little ones?"

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 10:36 PM
Gwyndolin blushes all over again at the compliment, looking bashfully off to one side, playing a bit more intently with his hair... cute!! And then the robe is over his shoulders, and he can slip his arms into the loose sleeves one at a time, and then pull it shut, and finally preserve his modesty- mostly. It's a bit long, reaching down to about where his shins segue into scales, and with long, loose sleeves that cinch at the wrists, with little loose cuffs. bThe material is a bit thin, easily showing the shape of Gwyndolin's breasts and the shape of his nipples where the fabric rests on them, though one would really have to look closely to see through the fabric itself, see the hints of his skin's color through the material...

He ties it shut with the belt that goes with the robe, or at least tries to- it's a strip of nice, embroidered silk fabric a hand and a half wide that sits at his natural waist under his ribs, and tapers at the ends to a lace ribbon meant to be tied behind his back, but it seems being able to fasten and unfasten things behind himself isn't one of Gwyndolin's skills. "Mff... When thou art done with that, might I have thy assistance again...?"

The snakes, meanwhile, are very happy to receive attention, slithering up to Loki and flitting their tongues at him and looking up at him with bright copper-tinted eyes from under their little veils.

itsAlana - Yesterday at 10:40 PM
Loki smiles at Gwyndolin, and says, "Once your snakes are freed, of course." He lifts one with fingertips under its head, and bumps noses with it before kissing its precious head, then undoes its little veil, dropping it up on the bed beside him-- and gives it another kiss, and strokes its lovely scales, and murmurs to it, "You're a beautiful thing, aren't you? You are. Look how lovely your eyes are, darling!" Then he returns it to the ground, and moves on to the next snake, murmuring outrageous flattery about how each snake is the most beautiful snake he's ever seen.

Apparently Loki has a foot fetish, when the feet are snakes.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 10:47 PM
Gwyndolin has temporarily given up on doing his own belt until Loki can assist him, leaving it on his lap and fiddling with steadily unraveling his hair where the braid sits on his shoulder, plucking out the lilies and vines and ribbons as he goes.

But the compliments and affections to each and every one of his snakes is exceedingly distracting, Gwyndolin's cheeks terribly pink and his lips struggling to hold back a smile, while the snakes are plenty happy to hiss pleasantly and flick their tongues at Loki's face. "... Thou art certainly in the running to challenge my brother for the most affection one can give to my snakes..." He murmurs, flattered and flustered, "I had never thought to meet someone as delighted with them as Gwynfor, who hath always had terribly unorthodox tastes."

itsAlana - Yesterday at 10:54 PM
With a smile, Loki glances up at his husband, cradling the head of one of the snakes in his palms, and says, "No offense meant, but I don't understand what your people could have against such wonderful creatures. Who wouldn't wish to sleep in a warm hole with a hundred friends all winter long, and spend the summer basking on rocks?" He kisses the snake on the snoot. "They are not the most popular of creatures here either, but adoring them is not so uncommon. And it is hard not to be fond of a creature you have spent time in the body of." Or have given birth to-- no, Gwyndolin can learn of his stepchildren later.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 11:03 PM
Gwyndolin is technically aware he is a step-parent, thanks to Siffrid, but he's been trying very hard not to think about that. It bothers him a lot, actually. And it'll only bother him more when he finds out the beastly nature of Loki's children...

"I suppose serpents do not carry the same... symbolism in thine own world as they do in mine, as thy world also seems to not have such an issue with dragons." He says, and sighs wearily. "In my world, all reptiles are dragonkin, of varying degrees, and serpents the least among them, pitiful creatures that must crawl the world upon their bellies. The connection to dragonkind is damning enough, considering our unending war with dragonkind."

The snake Loki is currently lavishing with affection flits its tongue out at him, coincidentally against his lips, as Gwyndolin continues, looking terribly... tired, and unhappy, and *guilty*. "Serpents are double-damned, however, as they are also the symbol of the Undead, a hated Dark-tainted scourge of our world. For the lastborn of Gwyn to have been born with six serpents attached to his form... my very birth was a grave insult."

itsAlana - Yesterday at 11:10 PM
"Ah, so that is why your brother told me not to explore Anor Londo as a snake!" He smiles at the snake that gave him a kiss, and rubs his cheek against its scales. "And corvids are a servant of your god of justice... what creatures ARE beloved in your world, dear husband?" He drops his voice, and murmurs to the snake, "I don't think you're double-damned, dear scaly friend. I think you are wonderful."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 11:13 PM
"The Goddess of *Sin* is her proper title, though 'tis true that justice is her domain-" And then the implications of what Loki said catch up to him, and he frowns at Loki, "When wouldst thou have tried to explore Anor Londo as a snake...? I hath wondered how my brother had already met thee..." He's squinting, now! He's suspicious of you, Loki!!!

The snake, meanwhile, very appreciates the attention and compliments, and hisses softly at Loki, while its brethren slither about beside them.

itsAlana - Yesterday at 11:26 PM
Loki blinks, innocently, up at Gwyndolin. "I assumed he would have told you. I visited Anor Londo, in the guise of a magpie, to try and learn anything of my bride-to-be, and chanced upon your brother and that golden knight-- Ornstein, I believe? Your brother very kindly escorted the stray bird to a balcony, but I had realized he was my future brother-in-law, and so revealed myself to him, to beg for assurance that you were real, and not some cruel joke being played upon my family." He nudges his nose against the snake's nose, and then lets it down, to move on to the next snake, untying its veil and adding it to the stack, leaving him with a bunch of cute naked snekies all around him, all of whom he strokes with warm, gentle fingers, letting them move and coil about him as they please, at least for a few moments.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 11:33 PM
Gwyndolin hrmms softly... "He only mentioned that he had met you, and had not explained how. I am assuming now it was to keep thee out of potential trouble, the dear thing." Gwyndolin watches a bit tiredly as Loki deveils and pets each of his snakes until there's a pile of six nakie snakies. "My brother is a very thoughtful, kindhearted man, as surely thou must have noticed. He most certainly would have saved a magpie or a snake from my father's potential anger, or a sneaking prince from trouble."

The snakes are happily slithering and coiling about Loki, even the shortest among them several feet long, enough to utterly surround him in large serpentine bodies eager for his warmth. "... Didst thou truly worry about my existence? Though my betrothal to thee was a mild insult, I could not fathom why such a joke of that magnitude would be played upon thee."

itsAlana - Yesterday at 11:39 PM
Loki is quiet for a moment, and then says, "I was not afraid of it when I had left home-- only desperately curious for anything at all to prepare me for this unwanted wedding-- but then no one I could ask seemed to have ever met you, and there was not a single statue or portrait or drawing of you anywhere I could see in all of your home city, while your family had grand, magnificent depictions of themselves, befitting the royalty of the gods." He gently untangles himself from the lovely snakes, and stands only long enough to sit beside Gwyndolin on the bed, tying his belt for him. "You seemed more myth than anything else, then, such a non-entity that I feared you were not an entity at all, and that this was some test of my father's he was waiting for me to fail, with how often he impressed upon me the importance of going through with it."

He hesitates, then says, softly, "I am very glad that it was not the case."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 11:45 PM
Gwyndolin looks suddenly... guilty, and ashamed, his face tipping down to look at his lap as Loki rejoins him on the bed, and finally ties the belt of his sleep-robe for him. Gwyndolin still has his braid pulled over in front of himself, but he's hardly fiddling with it now, Loki could easily tug it back to return to unraveling and undecorating it himself.

"... I am sure thou hast now figured out the reason why I have so little presence in my father's palace." He says softly, "With my moon affinity and the serpents on my form, I am a rather controversial figure to the court. An embarrassment. My father could hardly be blamed for not wishing to mar Anor Londo with my repulsiveness, and it is for that reason, I am most oft kept out of sight... Though I am only encouraged to it, rather than required, and I am free to go about as I wish, but... I do not wish to."

He would rather be lonely and cloistered than have to deal with the whispers that occur whenever he leaves their sight and they think he's out of earshot, or the faces struggling to withhold their disgust out of politeness for the Princess...

itsAlana - Yesterday at 11:53 PM
"And in millenia of your life, your father has not tried to improve the reputation of snakes and moonlight, and instead let you be thought of as repulsive?" Loki sounds very, very mild as he says the words, but he clearly doesn't approve. "At least my reputation is earned, at least in some measure." He lays a kiss on Gwyndolin's shoulder, lightly, and wraps his arms around him, just for a second. "... I ought to remove the makeup they put me in," he murmurs. "Would you like to come with me to the washroom? There's a rather excessive number of sinks, we could both wash our faces together."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Yesterday at 11:57 PM
Gwyndolin looks, and sounds, very uncomfortable with Loki's disapproval, though he cannot help but enjoy the slight embrace... "'Tis not my father's fault that serpents are the symbol of the Undead and the kin of our sworn enemies. He did not ask that I be born as an insult." He mumbles, though his defense of his father sounds a little halfhearted. Still, he nods at the suggestion, and moves to stand, much to the hissing chagrin of his snakes. "He may be the God of Sunlight, but he cannot bend all the ways of the world for the sake of his lastborn."

itsAlana - Today at 12:13 AM
Loki makes an extremely unconvinced noise, and stands with his husband, eyes glancing down to watch how Gwyndolin walks. "He need not change the world, just the city you live in," he murmurs, but does not say anything more, instead wrapping his hand around Gwyndolin's and guiding him to the washroom off his bedroom-- which does, in fact, have an excess of sinks, two on each side of the surprisingly large room, the floor sinking down into a large basin against the back wall with no privacy whatsoever for bathing, and a wall and ceiling-high curtain granting some privacy for other functions. There are mirrors over each sink, and the mirrors are... ringed with snakes, knotted together in complicated patterns of gold and polished stone; the sinks themselves are bowls set on the polished counters, and they, too, are etched with snakes.

Loki might have a theme. Loki might have loved snakes for a very long time. Gwyndolin may have found the one man in the universe who loves snakes more than his brother.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 12:21 AM
Loki's words receive only a tired sigh from Gwyndolin, who hasn't the strength to argue at the moment, and can only keep his offense on his father's behalf to himself. So, he lets himself be led by the hand to the bathroom, and... Gwyndolin has found the one man in the world who may love snakes more than his brother and it feels... strange. Gwyndolin finds himself distracted by the etchings of snakes around the mirrors and in the sinks, approaching one of the sinks and distractedly reaching out to touch the etchings lightly, first the mirror, then in the bowl...

"... It is terribly foreign, to see serpents so readily used in decoration." He murmurs softly. "This would not be heard of within Anor Londo, nor Lordran at large. I know thou hast said snakes are not popular, but that liking them is not unheard of, but... I could not fathom..."

itsAlana - Today at 12:32 AM
Loki was going to go wash his face, but his husband's distraction catches his attention, and instead he leans against the counter beside Gwyndolin, watching him touch the etchings. "... Each realm and world has things that they love, and fear, and find appealing, and it differs from each to each," he says, softly. "I hear that in Midgard, which has never had a native population of dragons, clans claim the creatures for their family crests, and in Vanaheim, where my mother is from, magic and sorcery is beloved and studied by every child."

He lays his hand over Gwyndolin's, interlacing their fingers, and says, softly, "And here in Asgard, I adore snakes, as does my brother."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 12:34 AM
Gwyndolin frowns slightly as he listens, and though he understands the concept, that other worlds have other values, it's still so far out of his realm of experience, that he can hardly wrap his head around it... So instead, he makes a soft noise as their fingers are laced together, looking a little bit emotional as he turns his eyes up to Loki's. "How... Couldst thou guess how my form may be received by thy people, when I am no longer shrouded in the splendor of my wedding gown?"

Will people be too repulsed by his snakes? Should he just stay in Loki's suite all the time, or... should he dare to go out a bit more often than he's used to?

itsAlana - Today at 12:43 AM
Loki hesitates, then says, "It... does depend. Many would not care at all, or find it odd, but not repulsive; others may not find them innately repulsive, but I know there are some not pleased by the marriage, and they may use them as a reason to hate you; and some might find them more unsettling than cute. And if a person is in none of those categories, and is instead my brother, he adored them the instant he saw them as you walked down the aisle." Loki had been very factual, but he sounds a little... less factual, mentioning his brother, his free arm wrapping around Gwyndolin's waist. HIS husband.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 12:46 AM
Gwyndolin nods along, listening as Loki explains, and thinking that it sounds like many will still be displeased with his snakes, and some may hate him on principal, but... it overall still sounds like a better outlook than home. "I think thy brother or thineself had mentioned his affinity for snakes to me already, yes." He murmurs, and takes a breath as Loki puts an arm around his waist... He's still so unused to all these intimate gestures, and his face flushes. "But dost thou think... Mm. How... out of sight should I keep myself, in Asgard? I do not wish to cause too much trouble or too many whispers than my marriage to thee will already cause, and I... I do not care for- for being aware of how people look unhappily upon me."

itsAlana - Today at 12:53 AM
Loki rests his head against Gwyndolin's, and hums to himself, and says, "I think that is a question for when I have not had two glasses of wine, and perhaps for when my mother is there, and she has spoken to Lady Siffrid, who has spoken to half the city. For now, it would be a drunken guess, my husband."

He holds Gwyndolin a moment longer, then pulls away, fetching soft cloths to wash their faces with. "Here," he says, offering one to Gwyndolin, "and let me know if you need more than water for your makeup." His own makeup takes more than a bit of creamy face lotion and foaming potions to take off, and the process involves smudges of mascara clinging frustratingly to his cheekbones, drawing forth murmurs of annoyance.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 1:00 AM
"I suppose thou art right." He mumbles, and just... lets himself enjoy that extra moment of Loki's embrace, before his husband fetches them washcloths. "I think I can manage." He says, taking the cloth and getting it wet- the makeup of Asgard is clearly much more advanced with a lot more staying power!

Gwyndolin only needs a minute or two to wash his face of what little makeup he was wearing anyways, mainly rouge and added pinkness to his lips and a little bit of makeup to bring out his eyes... And it was mostly to just make him a little more noticeable, as he is no less gorgeous without it, with his pearly pink lips and moon-pale skin and moonlight eyes and silvery lashes.

So he has plenty of time to ogle over at Loki and his frustration with his water-resistant makeup, the way it smears and clings to his cheekbones, the way he mutters in annoyance, and Gwyndolin has to half-stifle a giggle. "Art thou having troubles, my husband? Alas, I am afraid I could do little to help, even if I offered." He says, with just a bit of gentle teasing in his voice. "... When thou art finished, would it be too much for me to ask for assistance in finishing with my hair?"

itsAlana - Today at 1:06 AM
Loki's glance breaks to his husband, and he smiles, and says, "Of course it's not too much. I hardly want to be breathing in leaves all night long." He shakes out the rag, and pulls some magic into his fingertips, and uses it to rather excessively teleport the last scraps of makeup into the bottom of the sink.

His makeup was a little more dramatic-- his eyelashes are still thick and long, but not quite so much so now, and there's a few more flaws in his skin, a little more shadow on his clean-shaven jaw-- but overall, Gwyndolin should find his face much the same as it was when painted, still very handsome and bright-eyed, with a mouth that can hardly seem to stop smiling at Gwyndolin as Loki comes back to stand behind his husband, glancing at him in the mirror as he undoes the braid, carefully, laying the ornaments on the counter.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 1:11 AM
Honestly, Gwyndolin think he, perhaps... likes Loki's face unpainted a bit more, that the makeup had seemed just a little too fake, and this true face so much more... handsome. He might like to kiss it. And he flushes at the thought and definitely doesn't voice it as he stuffs it down out of sight so he doesn't have to think about it!!

"My thanks," He murmurs, as Loki helpfully finishes getting all these flowers and vines and ribbons from his hair, unraveling it from its braid. Without them, his silvery hair is just silken and smooth, a little tangled here and there after a long day of being braided and having stuff in it, but overall it's very fine and smooth and does not tangle so easily. "Thou needst not brush it when thou art done- save it for morning."

itsAlana - Today at 1:19 AM
Loki hums in agreement, but cannot help but run his fingers through it anyways, once, twice--

"I should go change as well," he murmurs, and touches Gwyndolin's cheek with his knuckles, asking, an impish light in his eyes, "Would you like to watch? You're free to, you know."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 1:22 AM
Gwyndolin has a soft smile on his face as his husband fingercombs through his hair, watching Loki through the mirror... He shivers slightly at the touch of knuckles to his cheek, and he's just turning his head to smile warmly, pink-cheeked, at Loki, when Loki decides to live up to the title of God of Mischief...

"I-I!" He squeaks, fingertips going to his lips- oh, he'd forgotten to take off his gloves. He'll get to that when he's not distracted by being Immensely Flustered and, despite literally being married to Loki, and despite Loki having helped him undress(that's different, Loki hadn't done that just to ogle him, and Loki is inviting him to simply ogle...), he blurts, slightly scandalized "Th-That is quite inappropriate!"

itsAlana - Today at 1:26 AM
Loki laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners, and asks, "Do you really think so?" Rather pointedly, he lifts Gwyndolin's hand and kisses the ring he placed there earlier, eyebrows lifting. The two of them ARE married, Gwyndolin knows that, right?

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 1:29 AM
Gwyndolin makes a slightly overwhelmed noise, but he doesn't even try to pull his hand away as Loki holds it and kisses his ring, instead just getting more flustered. "Well, I-I... I only met thee just today!" He says, defensively, and turns his face away shyly. "I could not... I could hardly be able to bring myself to ogle thee so lewdly... 'Tis so vulgar!"

Poor Loki, his secret husband is the cutest, prettiest boy in the universe, smart and full of magic and snakes, only to be one of the biggest prudes imaginable.

itsAlana - Today at 1:33 AM
"Ah, right, we did only meet today," Loki says, then asks, teasingly, "Will it be less vulgar tomorrow, dear husband? Or shall it be at least a week before you can look at my bare chest-- surely the most vulgar body part known to your world?"

Potente Byrd Mæmes - Today at 1:35 AM
Gwyndolin makes extremely flustered noises, and takes his hand from Loki's, so that he can hide his face in both his hands, flustered noises muffled now. "Please, do not tease me so!" He pleads, the flush of his face visible even through his fingers. "I hath spent my life 'til now chaste in life and mind! I-I c-couldn't...!"

Basically, he's trying to say he's a big shy baby who doesn't know how to handle looking at a handsome guy undressing.

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
Loki can't help but giggle, and kisses Gwyndolin's hair, and says, "Well, whenever you are ready to ogle, I'll probably still be married to you, so there's no rush, my husband." Ah, today has been... so surprisingly pleasant! "Regardless, I'd best change, hmm?"

He'll leave Gwyndolin to stay in the washroom or follow, whichever he pleases, and gets his nightgown from the drawers below his wardrobe, a silken sleeveless green thing that looks like it might hit his mid-thigh if Gwyndolin is lucky.

There are pants to go with it, but he'll see how scandalized Gwyndolin is by the shirt first...

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
Gwyndolin doesn't follow right away, shy thing that he is, and instead loiters in the bathroom a few minutes more, fiddling with his hair and just being awkward. But his snakes are weary, and he would like to go to bed soon, and they left his dress on the bed, that needs to be moved, so...

So, he finally slithers out of the bathroom, keeping his eyes low, in case Loki has already started undressing. "Um... Where are we going to put my dress...?" He asks, still refusing to look up near where Loki might be. He's too shy! "I think I left it on the bed."

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
Loki is already hanging the dress carefully in his closet when Gwyndolin emerges, all the little bits and bobs folded into a basket at the foot of the bed with great care, and he says, "It can't live in here, but for one night, it ought to be all right in my closet, dear husband." The motion of him putting it in the closet tugs up his shirt, exposing almost all his bare leg, maybe half an inch of thigh left before Gwyndolin's husband's hot butt would be exposed. Then he turns, and smiles at Gwyndolin, and asks, "Shall we sleep, then?"

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
"Perhaps we could request a mannequin-" He begins, but then Gwyndolin dares to glance up, since it sounds like surely Loki must be dressed, if he's fussing with Gwyndolin's dress in the closet- but what he expected of Loki's pajamas certainly isn't *that*, certainly not with only half an inch sparing him from the sight of his husbands rump, and Gwyndolin squeaks rather loudly, covering his mouth with the fingertips of both hands, his face flooding with pink. And then his hands shift to cover his face and eyes as he turns away all scandalized and flustered and not knowing what to do with himself. "L-Loki! Thy sleepwear is awfully indecent!!"

That is absolutely the most Man he has ever seen in his life.

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
Oh, come on, surely the stretch of Loki's legs isn't as much flesh as, say, Gwynfor's bare feet-- it just makes up a larger percent of Loki's body! He laughs, and says, "Ah, is it? I might have matching pants around here somewhere..."

Husband rump is going to ABSOLUTELY peek from under the edge of Loki's nightshirt as he bends over the drawers, humming to himself and shuffling through the bits and bobs-- but if Gwyndolin dares another glance, he'll see that his husband is at least wearing underwear, black silk cupping his rump and anything else that might otherwise be seen.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
It's not simply the amount of skin itself, it's the context and location of the skin! In this case Loki's Entire Leg and almost his butt!!!! Speaking of which, it's not that Gwyndolin tries to peek, only that his eyes happened to see through the gaps in his fingers, catching sight of movement and automatically looking towards it, and seeing, thankfully, silken black undies, but it's still enough to make Gwyndolin squeak again and this time turn around entirely.

With his back to Loki, he can at least gather his wits and his breath, trying to calm himself down and willing the heat to leave his face, please, maybe fanning himself with his hand a little. He is pure and virginal and chaste and such a big baby!!

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
Loki glances over his shoulder, and enjoys that-- well, perhaps Gwyndolin would be flustered by anything showing from any man, but Loki hopes that he's especially flustered because he's attracted to Loki. (And to think, just this morning he was dreading the thought of having some poor wife that wanted him more than he'd ever want her!)

He smiles to himself, and climbs into the matching pants, and tells Gwyndolin, "'Tis safe to look, now, unless you are flustered by shoulders."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
Don't worry, Loki, Gwyndolin definitely thinks you're handsome, and that's at least 30% of his fluster. The rest is just being flustered by indecency On Principal. Loki tells him it's safe now, though, and warily, Gwyndolin glances over his shoulder- and sees that it is indeed safe! He is not so terribly flustered by shoulders, and he appears to have calmed down, though his cheeks are still colored a bit pink.

"My thanks," He murmurs as he turns around fully, this time so that he can start to slither his way to the bed, "And my apologies- surely, thou must understand, when I hath lived my life in chastity, to see a man in indecency..."

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
"I don't wholly understand, but perhaps 'tis because of Asgard's more relaxed ideas, dear Gwyndolin." He goes to the other side of the bed, pulling down the comforter and sheets, and suggests, "Would you prefer it if I slept beside you in a form besides that of a man? I am told my cat form is VERY fluffy, and quite nice to hold... or I could become a snake, and sleep tangled with yours..."

He's being thoughtful! Look at that!

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
Gwyndolin makes a soft, thoughtful noise at Loki's suggestion, watching him pull back the covers, and then coming to sit down on the bared bed. "... Perhaps. Admittedly, I am... quite nervous." He says, and his voice has picked up a bit of a tremble, despite how calm he suddenly seems. "I hath never slept beside someone before... At least, not s-so... intimately."

Sleeping in the bed of your older family members when you're small and lonely and have bad dreams, or even when you're older and sickly and need someone to pet your hair as your fever makes it hard to exist, is a completely different matter to sleeping next to someone meant to be a romantic partner. "But..." He continues, looking down at his hand as he smooths out wrinkles in the clinging sheet, "I... I should get used to this soon, yes? Sleeping with... with a husband. If I am expected to do so for... f-for possibly the rest of my life."

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
"But you have the rest of your life to get used to it," Loki says, surprisingly reasonably, "and you can hardly sleep at all if you need to squeak every time you think about me being beside you. And it would be hard for me to sleep through all the squeaking, too." He smiles at Gwyndolin, across the bed. "Just say the word, and instead you could have a soft cat purring by your ear."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
Gwyndolin swallows a bit, looking quite embarrassed at the gentle ribbing about the squeaks he makes when he's flustered and embarrassed... He rubs at his cheek, and then remembers he still hasn't removed his gloves, and goes about doing so as he thinks, removing his rings, setting them down on the bedside table, and then the gloves, which he leaves on the bedside table as well... The wedding ring stays where it is, to be worn again in the morning, but that engraved open-ended gold ring goes right back onto his middle finger.

"... Perhaps, at least, for tonight?" He finally murmurs, looking over at Loki, apparently somewhat ashamed at his lack of strength. "I think I will be more able to give myself strength tomorrow..."

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
Loki smiles at him, and then, with a wash of magic, Gwyndolin is looking at a very handsome cat, unusually large-- perhaps thirty pounds-- but lanky and long-necked, with silky-soft black fur and a long, plumey tail. "Mrrrp," he says, looking very pleased with himself, and walks across the bed to Gwyndolin, bumping his head against his husband's arm. Hello Gwyndolin! Here is cat!

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
Gwyndolin can't help but smile immediately when he sees this big lanky and very cute and handsome cat his husband has become. At the headbutt, he giggles, and completely fails to resist any urge to stoke a hand over the Loki-cat's head and neck and down his back. "Thou art a terribly handsome cat." He says, and then starts to wriggle into the bed properly, snakes slithering in with him, so he can help coax all the snakes under the covers, and pull said covers to his waist. "My thanks, my husband- canst thou speak this way, or art thou trapped to only meow at me?"

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
Loki purrs rapturously under Gwyndolin's hand, back arching and tail curling, and comes closer still, to nudge his face against Gwyndolin's. "I cannmmmmm," he says, but his voice is distinctly catlike, and fades into purring, a soft throbbing noise, as he rubs his cheeks and forehead against Gwyndolin's jaw. "Hardrrrr though," he mumbles, though the purr.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
Gwyndolin VERY giggles at the very catlike speech, finding it completely and utterly delightful. In fact, he will say so! "Oh, that is utterly delightful!" As he settles down against the pillows, he pulls his feline husband to his chest to hug. It is so much easier to hug and cuddle your new husband in bed when he's a big fluffy kitty. Anyways, enjoy your kitty self being gently hugged to Gwyndolin's breasts. "I think I could quite enjoy sleeping with thee at my side, if thou art in such a soft, adorable shape."

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
Loki's cold nose finds Gwyndolin's chin, and he says, mock-offended, "ALWAYS adorrrrable," before settling, easily, against Gwyndolin, long body soft and warm and easy to touch and pet, big ears relaxed and big green eyes blinking slowly at Gwyndolin, purrs vibrating between them. "Just like you."

Loki thinks you're adorable, Gwyndolin!

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
Gwyndolin whines softly at the compliment, cheeks coloring, but otherwise doesn't fluster much this time- too distracted by adorable kitty. Adorable kitty that he will pet and gently scratch behind the ears and nuzzle and take comfort in for several long, quiet minutes, before asking, softly, "Loki... art thou going to tell thy family? About... my being thy husband, instead of thy wife." He looks like he's rather nervous about the idea, brow furrowed, "Admittedly, I fear the repercussions... It turned out surprisingly well with thee, but I worry that the others, especially thy father... I do not wish to jeopardize this."

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
Loki's eyes had closed in bliss, but one slits open at the question, gleaming even in the darkening bedroom, the lights lowering from them being in bed. "... Motherrr, maybe," he answers. "The otherrrs... not for now." His tail swishes gently over Gwyndolin's legs, the tip brushing his knees easily, and he twists and catches one of Gwyndolin's hands in soft paws, to gently lick the fingertips of with his sandpaper tongue. "Don't worrrrrrry," he murmurs, softly, and chirps affectionately into the fingers he's captured.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
Gwyndolin hums softly, comforted not entirely by Loki's words, but by his actions- it's so hard to be worried or upset when there's a sweet kitty holding your hands in his soft little paws with his warm, squishy pads, to lick your fingertips with his rough tongue. Gwyndolin can't help but smile warmly. "Dost thou think thy mother would not mind so...? She seems wonderfully kind, 'tis true..." He murmurs, head sinking into the pillows as he relaxes, and gently boops Loki's nose with a fingertip. "I will leave it to thy judgement, my husband. I will trust thee to make a careful decision."

Trust!!!!! It's starting to happen already!!!!!!!!!

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
"If she sees me happy." Loki rubs his cheeks against Gwyndolin's groomed fingertips, guides them under his chin so he can be scratched, and then gently lets Gwyndolin's hand go, settling comfortably into a loaf atop his husband, eyes slipping closed. "I'm happy," he adds, and settles his kitten head on Gwyndolin's collarbone, whiskers brushing his neck and jaw, purr vibrating through the entire bed. "Good pettings...."

Loki, as a cat, had very definitely priorities, and #1 is pettings, as it happens.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
Gwyndolin smiles very warmly, very okay with these priorities, and comforted by Loki's words, limited though they are. They don't need to be verbose to be exactly what he needs to hear. Loki is happy. Happy, with him. He's possibly made someone happy... that makes Gwyndolin happy, too. "I am as well." He whispers, scritching the kittyhusband under the chin a little, before allowing them both to relax for sleep. "Thou hast my deepest gratitude, my Lucky Loki..."

And with that, his eyes shut, and he allows himself to be comfortable with a soft, fluffy little body atop him, little whiskers brushing his jaw and neck, little tiny feline breaths tickling his skin, purrs soothing him to sleep as long as they may last...

He sleeps most of the night through rather soundly and comfortably, but only most of the way. It is still a couple hours before dawn, the moon still hanging in the sky, when Gwyndolin finds himself wide awake despite the exhaustion still seeped into his very bones- and somehow worse, now. But he's restless, and strangely uncomfortable, jitters in his body and mind, a tingling feeling of Wrongness.

Is Loki still a cat? Is he still on Gwyndolin? Regardless of if he is or isn't either, Gwyndolin slowly wriggles his way from his husband, and out of bed, pulling his robe tighter about himself, shivering as he slips his tired snakes from the warmth of the bed so that they may sluggishly slither him towards the balcony, into the night air, to find himself awash in moonlight.

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
Loki was still a cat, and still on Gwyndolin, and very deeply asleep; even when Gwyndolin slips out from under him, he snoozes on for a moment, until he realizes that the bed he's spent so long warming with his body is gone; then he mewls in sleepy complaint, and stretches, pawing around for his husband, and waking more when he does not find him.

It is only a moment before Gwyndolin's husband pads up next to him, kitten paws near-silent, then hops up onto the bannister, setting himself down into a cat monorail and looking up at Gwyndolin, a soft purr vibrating his body.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
Gwyndolin is still holding his robe tight around himself, thin as it is, his body's silhouette clear through the fabric from the moonlight shining through it. He smiles slightly at Loki when the feline form of his husband settles close by, and he reaches out a hand to delicately stroke down the cat's back.

"I could not sleep suddenly." He says softly, to the unasked question. "I feel restless and uncomfortable all at once. I awoke and for a moment I did not know where I was, and it frightened me. I have never before awoken in a foreign place..."


Loki's husband is already homesick.

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
Loki purrs louder, and nudges up into Gwyndolin's hand for a moment, then asks, "How help?" in a meowing voice, then yawns, expansively, tongue curling and ears laying back for a moment. "... Can I help?"

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
Gwyndolin sighs, petting Loki's furry head, fingers digging gently behind the ears. "Unless thou canst send me straight to mine own bed without making an incident in the morning, there is little that can be done, my husband." He says quietly, but smiles nonetheless, a little more comfortably. "I fear I am merely feeling homesick for the first time, yearning for my own bed, my own room, my own familiar space. Although thy moon is quite lovely, and I would not get to enjoy such a sight at home."

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
He mews, softly, because he cannot do any of that, but he can be a very cute kitty, looking up at the moon with his husband, tail tucked around his body and getting his ears scratched. "... Sorry," he says, voice soft with faint guilt. "Maybe this will be home soon."

He probably won't say anything else, unless Gwyndolin asks him something, just purrs and presses into Gwyndolin's touch, soft and inviting and the sweetest of cats.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
"Maybe soon." Gwyndolin agrees, and comforts himself with petting Loki a little longer, "I think it will be soon enough that we may be allowed to honeymoon further in Anor Londo. 'Tis only right that after the bride is shown thy home, so shall the groom be shown mine."

He smiles, looking a bit more energized, and trails a finger along Loki's kitty jaw down to his chin, where he rubs with a knuckle. "I cannot wait to show thee more of Anor Londo, ah, and of Oolacile Township! Surely thou wilt love the kingdom of Oolacile!"

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
He mews, softly, head tilting back to expose his throat, and blinks up at Gwyndolin. "Oolacile?" he prompts, though it's mostly meowing, then licks his black nose with a very pink tongue.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
Gwyndolin delicately runs his knuckles up and down that very fluffy throat for this very sweet kitty! "Oolacile is one of the small city-states within the larger kingdom of Lordran- ah, I could tell thee more of that later," He starts, clearly ready to talk about this at length when it's not four in the morning, "But Oolacile is a human kingdom rather dear to my heart, and a place I have visited many times, and to whom I am occasionally a delegate, for I and the royalty of Oolacile share many similar interests. Namely, in sorcery- 'tis a small kingdom entirely of those who practice sorcery, and stretch the magical arts to the limits of imagination and creativity!"

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
Loki purrs approvingly, though if the purr is for a kingdom of sorcerers or for Gwyndolin's wonderful touch might be hard to tell, eyes squeezed shut, tail flicking in relaxed arcs over the bannister. He would like to see Oolacile... but he would also like to sleep... but he would also also like to keep being pet by Gwyndolin...

"Maybe, when your family goes back, we can too," he says, voice thick with his rumbles of pleasure. "Maybe Motherrrr can come with us."

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
Gwyndolin is really enjoying petting Loki, and he'd really love to talk more about Oolacile, but it's four in the goddamn morning. "I think I would like that as well." He says softly, and smooths down Loki's neck fur. "But for now, I think I would like to enjoy the moonlight a little longer. I will be back to bed soon enough."

For now, Gwyndolin's snakes will push him up a bit higher, until he can daintily alight himself onto the balcony railing, seated so primly, crossing his legs politely. And he'll enjoy the moonlight for a while longer, longer than intended- long enough to see the horizon begin to glow the colors of dawn and the edges of the sun. Loki can stay out here with him, and receive more pettings, or he can return to his bed on his own.

It's only after the sun starts to peek over the rim of the world, drowning out the last of the moonlight, that Gwyndolin retreats back to bed himself, yawning between his fingers, and slipping back beneath the covers like he'd never left them, to drift right back to sleep, easily as a baby.

itsAlana - 03/14/2018
Uh, DUH, if Gwyndolin's lap is RIGHT THERE, Loki is going to rest his head on it and get many, many pets for the rest of the night?? obviously? He might sleep on Gwyndolin, in fact, until the dawn drives them back to the comfort of Loki's bed, where he'll curl up on Gwyndolin's chest again, soft kitty fur and soft kitty purrs soothing his charming husband.

Potente Byrd Mæmes - 03/14/2018
Gwyndolin certainly won't mind that at all, happy to keep his hands busy with gently and slowly petting a big, soft cat resting in his lap until dawn as he gazes out at the sky, at the stars and moon and the pinkening horizon, as he feels strangely nostalgic for something he's never known to begin with, as he really soaks in the fact that everything about his life has completely changed, forever.

And then they're back in bed, and he has that cat on his chest, to help keep his chilly body warm, purring so comfortingly, helping to lull him into a much more restful sleep. In fact, with the hours lost this morning, he may just keep sleeping well into late morning, so long as there's no business needing him to be woken up- and in such a case, he may need to be awoken by someone else.