The Mortal God
I the god of tricks, so full of laughter and love of joy in life choose to fall from my home in asgard I took mortal form, only so I could be reborn and relearn
He held his hands outstretched before him , open palms facing up towards the sky of northern lights. There upon his palms danced a flame , it was small, delicate and elegant yet utterly safe upon his tender open hands.
Bubbles of Moonlight Delight
A deep bath filled with bubbles that raise and pop, a mix of imperial scents of moonlight delight. Warm waters sway with breath so smooth , garnet hair with beadlet drops of water dripping down across the skin of her bussum , returning to the pool in which she bathes.
The Wife Of Loki.
They scorn me, yet those so called scholars do not know me , nor do they truly remember the tales of me and my place at Loki's side. They bitterly and foolishly title me the second wife , yet I was Loki's only wife .
She dances within the flames of illusion , her magic a gift from an ancient Nordic God , a God whom loved her so deeply that he could not bare to part from her.
She sat within the flames of chaos as they kissed her pale skin, just like he had once done, he her husband that was once so knowing and understanding.
The Tale of Sigyn
She was the beauty, so elegant in charms Lopt could not ignore such beauty for her hair of ruby ribbons, silky to the touch
A Secret Romance Chapter Four
Chapter Four. A trinket of Hope. As the sun began to rise giving a wintry haze upon the landscape outside the window, Manfred awake carefully casting his eyes down to the beautiful women still laid asleep beside him on the rug of the floor. He knew that it wouldn't be long before the bugle played out in the morning light to awaken the men ready for their day preparing them for another chancing glance, risking their lives and giving death across the war fronts.