Don’t You Worry Child | Closed RP

firstsonofasgard:

balderoncebrave:

shieldofasgard:

"Mm…it is getting brigh — " she grabbed onto Balder’s arm as the boat lurched, hitting the water. "Damn," she grumbled, and then released him, waving her hand in the air to release some of the gunk it had accumulated in touching Balder.

"It’s getting brighter," she deadpanned, sighing wearily. "Now what?"

"We try to—" Balder grunted at the machinery, "see if it can still get us to some sort of shore," he adjusted a dial or two, only to have the whirring of it turn into a high-pitched whigne. "Just … hope it’s close …"

The ship coasted over the surface of the lake on its previous momentum as the engine gurgled and complained, until finally it drifted to a halt and the sounds ceased entirely.

Balder groaned. Dead in the water, with no shore in sight.

Not that anyone could see a shore in the thick mist they were in.

"See, it’s completely fine," Thor tried to continue being optimistic. To lighten Balder’s mood, though he could see Sif losing her own optimism, fleeting as it had been, with every moment.

"If the light is getting brighter then that means it cannot be far, right?"

"That may be true," Balder conceded, "but it doesn’t give any indication as to the type of terrain that we would have to cross to get to it. For all we know we might have to swim the distance to pick it up off some rock in the middle of the lake."

He gave one last forlorn look at the control panel of the engine before heaving his shoulders and standing up within the boat. “I suppose I’ll have to get out an push,” he sighed, working through the grime that coated him to undo his armour. “At least I’ll end up cleaner for the effort,” he fumbled at the clasps for a moment before they released his breast and back plate to him, and he shirked it off his head from one open side to catch in his hand.

Stepping over to the side of the boat, he dipped the armour in the water for a quick rinse before bringing it back on deck to lean against the gunwale. “If any more lake beasts come after us, be sure to get your hands dirty this time,” he gave the two of them a sideways glance as he leaned against the edge of the deck, ready to dive into the water, “as I am fairly certain mine will be a little full for a time.”

The Soldier’s New Clothes | Meme RP (Closed)

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

There was a moment as Nanna raised herself and lingered with her eyes before his that Balder wondered if he had not done something wrong, if he had made a mistake in ceasing their previous activity to strip down for her. Perhaps he should have let her tug at his trousers while they were sitting, should have left her atop himself, should have waited for a word on what she wanted specifically.

All these doubts circled his mind, and he bit his lower lip in some trepidation at them. Then her fingers felt his flesh, grazing over his form—perhaps even appreciatively, he might dare to hope—until she followed them with her lips, and Balder felt that flutter of anxiety lessen, ease a little more with each descending press of her lips and brush of her fingers, though it did not completely disappear.

He watched as she trailed down his front, over the hair-lined muscles of his chest and down to drop kisses over the dips in his abdominals, and his breath quickened at the touch of her hand returned to him, and some anticipation of those lips she had begun lowering. Her fingers stroked down to his base, tensing up his sinews once more to pool that pressure to his groin, and she raised her eyes back up to him from beneath her golden crown of hair, one soft touch of her lips to the head of his shaft.

The intake of his breath was automatic. Her own insecurity looked up at him even as she seemed to know more of what his body desired that he would ever have even thought to ask for. His chest rose and fell with his quickened, anticipatory breathing, and he lowered a hand to her hair, brushing a few of the strands from her temple and cupping the side of her face in reassurance.

His taste was musky, touched by a flavour of salt and skin similar to that of his lips but completely different at the same time. 

Nanna felt her heart fluttering in her chest, the muscles of her abdomen feeling as if they might hesitate and cease to help hold her due to the anxiety that rippled through them. There was a new taughtness in her belly, a deep seated sensation she had never experienced to such an extent. The skin of her thighs, the warmth between them, her hips, lower back, the rise of her breasts, the curve of her neck; everywhere a lover might touch tingled with an unknown anticipation. 

Hearing Balder’s breath was an encouragement to Nanna, his body seeming to react well to her attentions. Even the touch of his hand felt like a positive sign, one that had her heart flutter a moment as she remembered where else he had touched her in the last few minutes.

She wanted to please him, she wanted to make him happy. Her hand shifted from his shaft for a moment, lips peppering kisses along the heated flesh before returning to his head. Her fingers resumed a slow pace, grip steady as her mouth found its way over Balder’s erection. She let her tongue explore the taste of him first before letting her lips slide down his arousal as far as she might go. Nanna had no concept of what might be the correct way to pleasure the man she was with, no idea of what she was doing beyond what instinct provided. Her motions were over thought but well intended, free hand resting on Balder’s hip as her head shifted to perform an uncoordinated range of motions upon his erection. 

Balder’s eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of her lips along his length, first dotting a path downward before rounding slowly, gently over his tip. Warm with her breath against the swell of arousal, the slide of her mouth at first had him almost sighing with his exhale as her testing tongue slickened the way and made room for her mouth to encase him in a wet, heated embrace that crept but halfway down.

His fingers tightened to clutch a few loose curls of her hair, though his hand merely hovered at the side of her face, undemanding. He hardly moved it one way or the other, almost as though afraid the motion, even one encouraging her further down his shaft, could risk causing her to cease the ministrations altogether. He was taut, swollen under the movement of her mouth as she came toward and away, her rhythm unreadable and seeming incomplete as his base only felt the slide of fingers and no warm trail of lips.

"Nanna …" he breathed, wondering how she knew enough to tease him with her leaving him still half exposed before her mouth, but knowing no other words to say for it.

Hope and Expectation | Closed RP

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

Their kiss was brief and laced with sweetness, and when they parted, Balder bit his own lip in a low laugh at how Nanna had smudged up her face.

"Ah, but think of the rationing if a war were to continue," he reasoned at her alternative. "There would be no mousse left for anyone to enjoy then. No, I think," he raised his thumb to wipe the dessert away from her face gently, "we ought to have an accord." He tapped her nose with his fingertip before he pulled his hand back.

"Now, you wouldn’t happen to have any—" he peered around her to the tops of the kitchen counters and the cabinets, "—any washcloths or the like on hand?"

His touches had been so small and simple, and yet so reassuring at the same time. Nanna smiled and turned at his question, looking for a wash cloth and finding one folded over the side of the sink. She fetched it easily and wet it down, rung it out, and turned back to Balder. 

Without a word she set about wiping the mass of chocolate mousse off his features, examining each as if to memorise the shape of him in that moment. 

"Well, consider the war over then." She brushed a piece of raspberry from his hair. "And know that, as a peace offering from me, there is a large bath waiting for you upstairs. Your room has a very nice ensuite. You can give your muscles a break from a soldier’s posture and any training aches you might be harbouring…and you can get the sticky marks off your skin too - none of which I regret creating in any way." 

Balder closed his eyes as she wiped his face clean, feeling oddly a young little boy again with her washing him, despite their difference in size and age. 

"A bath?" he questioned with some surprise. "Are you certain that would be appr—" he stopped himself. The had agreed, had they not, that propriety would not be of concern this night.

"If it … is to be a peace offering and it is not … if it is within the room, as you say, I suppose that would be all right."

Toxic (Cover)
Adrian Piechocki
The Soldier’s New Clothes | Meme RP (Closed)

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

Balder heard her gasp, felt it on his tongue as he kissed her, and her response to his movement, tightening and increasing in the pace pushed him further into her—his tongue, his fingers, all contact with her seemed to deepen.

His trousers bunched at the bend of his thighs and he felt the pawing of her hands, insistent, to remove them. As her body pressed closer to him, riding up higher on his fingers, he shifted, feet planting on the ground and turning the two of them. He grunted with some of the effort, still connected by her lips—on his, at his fingers—until he had managed to rise up from the bed, leaving her sitting in his place.

He huffed out a breath of air in a brief parting of their kiss before he dipped in again, unsure if he had been too abrupt in his act, and leaving one almost in apology for the separation. As he stood before her, he removed his hand, slowly, drawing away from her with a small press at the top of her lower lips, pushing against her clit in almost a farewell. The hands came up to the remnants of the trousers she had sought to remove, undoing the stays completely and stepping out of them as they fell with his undergarments.

Now exposed entirely to her as she sat—as he had determined she wished with her attempts at his clothing earlier—he felt a sudden wave of self-consciousness at how in his attempts to ease the removal of his clothing, he had not only separated them from what they had been doing, but also essentially displayed himself before her, a subject to be taken in by her gaze. He sought her eyes with his, rather anxious in their search for her approval—or at least hoping there would be no displeasure.

His movement had caught her off guard, her body seeking to follow his as he moved and parting with a soft difficulty, lingering on his lips, skin tingling as his shifted free. With a breath she let her eyes drift open to take him in before her. They were both so vulnerable, so exposed to whatever the other might see; to what they might think. 

Nanna found herself blushing as she looked up at Balder, not for any displeasure but for the sheer lack of knowledge about what to do with the form presented before her. He was very striking; his figure strong, tall, and very handsome. 

The woman tucked her feet beneath herself and lifted a small way, drawing closer to her intended as her eyes lingered on his. Slowly they drifted over his body, fingers gently skimming Balder’s flesh as they explored him, as they took him in properly. Nanna pressed a kiss to his collarbone, to his heart, peppering her lips along his body in a way that only instinct could dictate. 

Her hand re-found its way to his erection, taking the heated shaft with a little more confidence than before and resuming long, slow stroke, focusing a little more on the head of his member and not at all knowing what to do with the balls that hung below it. 

Slowly her kisses reached his stomach, the words of some women ringing in her head about what she was doing but most of them a jumble of information that could rarely be trusted. Still Nanna found herself close to a piece of Balder’s anatomy that she had never been able to imagine; not for not wanting to, but rather for not knowing how to. 

Her eyes flitted up to meet his, lips cautiously making contact with the head of his shaft as if in question; as if to ask if what she was doing was alright, if it felt better than alright to him. 

There was a moment as Nanna raised herself and lingered with her eyes before his that Balder wondered if he had not done something wrong, if he had made a mistake in ceasing their previous activity to strip down for her. Perhaps he should have let her tug at his trousers while they were sitting, should have left her atop himself, should have waited for a word on what she wanted specifically.

All these doubts circled his mind, and he bit his lower lip in some trepidation at them. Then her fingers felt his flesh, grazing over his form—perhaps even appreciatively, he might dare to hope—until she followed them with her lips, and Balder felt that flutter of anxiety lessen, ease a little more with each descending press of her lips and brush of her fingers, though it did not completely disappear.

He watched as she trailed down his front, over the hair-lined muscles of his chest and down to drop kisses over the dips in his abdominals, and his breath quickened at the touch of her hand returned to him, and some anticipation of those lips she had begun lowering. Her fingers stroked down to his base, tensing up his sinews once more to pool that pressure to his groin, and she raised her eyes back up to him from beneath her golden crown of hair, one soft touch of her lips to the head of his shaft.

The intake of his breath was automatic. Her own insecurity looked up at him even as she seemed to know more of what his body desired that he would never have even thought to ask for. His chest rose and fell with his quickened, anticipatory breathing, and he lowered a hand to her hair, brushing a few of the strands from her temple and cupping the side of her face in reassurance.

The Soldier’s New Clothes | Meme RP (Closed)

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

Balder grunted a little at her fingers skimming down his length and enclosing him him, felt the coiling of pressure building at his base as he felt her palm draw up, down, slow and soft and stroking him to swell.

He was supposed to say something at this, was he not? Let her know what was happening, how things felt, how he felt, but it came up blank. He was silent but for his breathing, burying his face into her collar, tightening in his sinews, drawing back his fingers and raising them upward again inside of her in a rhythmic repeated motion that seemed to echo what had seemed to begin stirring at his hips. He rocked forward slightly, instinctive, almost dissociated as his body responded. He breathed and moved with her touch, her hand over him, her chest pressed to his, and her lips over his skin while his own struggled to find what he ought to tell her at that moment.

Say something. Do something, he chastised himself. If you cannot come up with what to say, what was it you were supposed to do?

He raised his head from the pocket of her clavicle and drew his lips upward, following along her jaw by feel alone as his eyes closed and he found her lips. He kissed her with more urgency than he had at other times, deepening the gesture with the upward plunge of his fingers and the low undulations of his hips, pushing his member through her stroking hand.

The rhythm of his fingers had her breath catching in her throat, his touch finding triggers for sensations Nanna had not known existed, least of all within her own body. She drew her arm tighter around him, hand in his hair listless. 

The fingers on his length discovered the motion of his hips, mind wondering if she was not doing enough for him. Her grip firmed a bit, pace moving a bit quicker as she experimented by allowing her thumb to circle the soft head of his shaft just before each downward stroke. 

A low noise left Nanna, barely a gasp, as he kissed her. It felt like the muscles buried deep within her belly were on fire; their heat burning steadily, fiercely, sending shocks through her limbs and over her skin. 

Her hand moved from his hair again, dropping down to push once more at Balder’s pants to try and work him free of them in their position. Instinct took over almost completely, Nanna’s focus entirely on his touch and on what hers could do for him. She kissed Balder back deeply, tongue seeking his out before her mind had even registered such a possibility, body pressing closer, seeking more contact, seeking something new, and exciting, and terrifying all at once. 

Balder heard her gasp, felt it on his tongue as he kissed her, and her response to his movement, tightening and increasing in the pace pushed him further into her—his tongue, his fingers, all contact with her seemed to deepen.

His trousers bunched at the bend of his thighs and he felt the pawing of her hands, insistent, to remove them. As her body pressed closer to him, riding up higher on his fingers, he shifted, feet planting on the ground and turning the two of them. He grunted with some of the effort, still connected by her lips—on his, at his fingers—until he had managed to rise up from the bed, leaving her sitting in his place.

He huffed out a breath of air in a brief parting of their kiss before he dipped in again, unsure if he had been too abrupt in his act, and leaving one almost in apology for the separation. As he stood before her, he removed his hand, slowly, drawing away from her with a small press at the top of her lower lips, pushing against her clit in almost a farewell. The hands came up to the remnants of the trousers she had sought to remove, undoing the stays completely and stepping out of them as they fell with his undergarments.

Now exposed entirely to her as she sat—as he had determined she wished with her attempts at his clothing earlier—he felt a sudden wave of self-consciousness at how in his attempts to ease the removal of his clothing, he had not only separated them from what they had been doing, but also essentially displayed himself before her, a subject to be taken in by her gaze. He sought her eyes with his, rather anxious in their search for her approval—or at least hoping there would be no displeasure.

Hope and Expectation | Closed RP

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

"Ho now," Balder backed away a little as she approached him with her hand full of the stuff, "you have far more artillery than—ack!" her fingers fully coated has face from forehead to chin, and he winced, attempting not to blink into the mousse that had been spread over his eyes. He shook his head a little at it, splattering some of the excess around him before he reached up his free hand to clear the dessert from his vision.

"I yield, I yield," he held up his hands in a placating gesture when he saw her still at the ready. "I am clearly outclassed, no matter my size," he laughed.

"I shall have to tell my superiors that I am sorely lacking in my defense against just desserts," he joked. "I clearly need more training."

Nanna was laughing at this point, body still following his back through his small retreat. “No, no. I think you did quite well. Your superiors would be proud of the targets you did manage to hit - their retaliation was no doubt unexpected. I am sure you could win though; you could haul up a whole bowl of the stuff where as I can only handle one hand at a time.”

The Aesir brought her hands up to Balder’s face, brushing mousse from a precarious position on his eyebrow, a soft laugh still escaping her. 

She lifted onto her toes and placed a sweet kiss on his lips, peering up at him shortly after with chocolate on her nose, cheek and mouth. “Do you think we should sign a treaty? No more mousse throwing? Unless you want to go all out - I can go all out.”

Their kiss was brief and laced with sweetness, and when they parted, Balder bit his own lip in a low laugh at how Nanna had smudged up her face.

"Ah, but think of the rationing if a war were to continue," he reasoned at her alternative. "There would be no mousse left for anyone to enjoy then. No, I think," he raised his thumb to wipe the dessert away from her face gently, "we ought to have an accord." He tapped her nose with his fingertip before he pulled his hand back.

"Now, you wouldn’t happen to have any—" he peered around her to the tops of the kitchen counters and the cabinets, "—any washcloths or the like on hand?"

Hope and Expectation | Closed RP

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

"Wha—" Balder attempted to pull back from her finger, startled at the quickness with which she retaliated. He had not pushed himself from the counter fast enough, and ended up with a stripe diagonal across his face, from nose to jaw of their dessert.

"How do you reckon?" Balder recovered from the attack. "You were the one who first fired a berry at me. I’d say the scales are still unbalanced."

He caught the hand she used to lick off her mousse and drew her close with it, tipping his head as their faces came to meet and sliding the streak he wore to smudge along the full side of her cheek, painting a mess in its wake from her chin to her ear. The rough nuzzle ended with a chuckle at the edge of her jaw before he pulled back to survey his work.

"Justice," he grinned at her, now speckled over one side of her face with the treat as he grinned through his own faded mark.

Nanna had to laugh as he rubbed his face on hers, the feel of the dessert sticky on her skin as it melded with the scent of him. She stood before him, chocolate on her face and even in her hair, pouting good naturedly at her fiance. 

"It’s not justice." She replied stoutly. "You are significantly bigger than I am and thus a small amount cannot equal the offence. So…" 

Nanna reached into the bowl with the hand that was not in his grip and stepped up and close to him, fingers all covered in chocolate as they smeared over his face. Her eyebrow raised defiantly at him, hand hanging in the air like a smoking gun. 

"Ho now," Balder backed away a little as she approached him with her hand full of the stuff, "you have far more artillery than—ack!" her fingers fully coated has face from forehead to chin, and he winced, attempting not to blink into the mousse that had been spread over his eyes. He shook his head a little at it, splattering some of the excess around him before he reached up his free hand to clear the dessert from his vision.

"I yield, I yield," he held up his hands in a placating gesture when he saw her still at the ready. "I am clearly outclassed, no matter my size," he laughed.

"I shall have to tell my superiors that I am sorely lacking in my defense against just desserts," he joked. "I clearly need more training."

Hope and Expectation | Closed RP

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

"Lord Balder does sound a bit silly," Balder admitted in agreement.

He let his spoon dip down for another small scoop. “Well, that at least I can oblige,” he conceded to her request for laughter, “if any … impropriety is merely to be in good fun, and no harm is to come of it.” he leaned in with a small smile, “then I suppose it would not be all that scandalous if a few things—” he raised the spoon and dabbed the back of it on Nanna’s nose, leaving a small smudge of mousse behind, “—are amiss.”

"Fair is fair," he smiled at her.

She was smiling at him as she heard him speak, his tones seeming to relax. The cold touch of their dessert however had her pausing, mind reeling at the realisation that Balder had, perhaps for the first time with her, been a little bit cheeky. 

Nanna grinned before dipping her finger into the bowl and approaching her fiance with a devious glare. In one deft motion she put a streak of mousse on his face, over his jaw and up toward the bridge of his nose. 

She laughed brightly, chocolate covered finger moving to quickly wipe the remnants on his neck. 

"Fair is fair, isnt it?" Nanna leant on the counter, clean fingers coming up to brush the mousse from her nose and place it delicately on her tongue. "I’d say thats quite fair." 

"Wha—" Balder attempted to pull back from her finger, startled at the quickness with which she retaliated. He had not pushed himself from the counter fast enough, and ended up with a stripe diagonal across his face, from nose to jaw of their dessert.

"How do you reckon?" Balder recovered from the attack. "You were the one who first fired a berry at me. I’d say the scales are still unbalanced."

He caught the hand she used to lick off her mousse and drew her close with it, tipping his head as their faces came to meet and sliding the streak he wore to smudge along the full side of her cheek, painting a mess in its wake from her chin to her ear. The rough nuzzle ended with a chuckle at the edge of her jaw before he pulled back to survey his work.

"Justice," he grinned at her, now speckled over one side of her face with the treat as he grinned through his own faded mark.

The Soldier’s New Clothes | Meme RP (Closed)

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

Her breath caught and her hands rose up, curling her nails inward to his skin, and Balder only felt the pointed pressure of her nails against him—that odd sensation of dissipation and dullness his enchantment enacted at any attempted scratch or injury to his person. Regardless, her reaction was encouraging, and he stroked upward again, testing, almost enquiring as to what motions would cause which responses. He had begun curling his fingers within her, beckoning forward, when she slipped his pants and braies downward and brought his erection up to the air.

He exhaled into her shoulder, breath hot at the change in temperature, and curled his head inward, lips pressed at the dip within her collar. The hand that rested on her hip splayed a moment and clasped in more tightly, wondering at the plans those thin fingers had after their scant brushings at his base.

The feel of his breath on her shoulder had Nanna pause a moment, pause as she tried to gauge his response. His fingers within her had her shifting a little, body trying to adjust to an alien touch, to welcome his contact and get used to his presence being so intimate and close. 

The feel of his hand upon her hip had Nanna returning her fingers to his shaft, his flesh hot as she tentatively explored his length, feeling its swollen ridges and shapes growing ever more turgid against her. 

She swallowed quietly, taking Balder’s erection into her palm and stroking slowly, mind focused on whether or not her actions were bringing him pleasure, and if so where the most of his bliss would come from. 

Nanna let her free hand wander back up her betrothed’s body, returning to the hair just above the nape of his neck as his head rested against her shoulder. She let her lips press to his temple, to his jaw, to his collarbone, her chest pressing tighter to his as his touch gave her cause to draw nearer, to linger closer, to find herself wanting something more of something she yet did not know. 

Balder grunted a little at her fingers skimming down his length and enclosing him him, felt the coiling of pressure building at his base as he felt her palm draw up, down, slow and soft and stroking him to swell.

He was supposed to say something at this, was he not? Let her know what was happening, how things felt, how he felt, but it came up blank. He was silent but for his breathing, burying his face into her collar, tightening in his sinews, drawing back his fingers and raising them upward again inside of her in a rhythmic repeated motion that seemed to echo what had seemed to begin stirring at his hips. He rocked forward slightly, instinctive, almost dissociated as his body responded. He breathed and moved with her touch, her hand over him, her chest pressed to his, and her lips over his skin while his own struggled to find what he ought to tell her at that moment.

Say something. Do something, he chastised himself. If you cannot come up with what to say, what was it you were supposed to do?

He raised his head from the pocket of her clavicle and drew his lips upward, following along her jaw by feel alone as his eyes closed and he found her lips. He kissed her with more urgency than he had at other times, deepening the gesture with the upward plunge of his fingers and the low undulations of his hips, pushing his member through her stroking hand.

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