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[mememaker]

The NAUGHTY MISTLETOE KISS Meme

So, it's that time of the year, isn't it...? The mistletoe's hanging up everywhere, just waiting for a lucky couple to take a smooch underneath its leaves... but something's not quite right under this plant as you begin to suddenly lock lips with the first person your eyes meet. You feel strange... almost as if you

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[armsopen]

( It is a silly tradition for mortals, she realizes, but once they're both underneath the mistletoe, Sigyn cannot help but try it out for herself. In a moment of boldness, she (gently) pulls him in by the collar for a kiss, giddy, excited. )

works for me o/

[liugan]

[ Silly tradition indeed. Loki's never saw the point in it for himself, but he does enjoy cursing the odd one here and there to cause it to shriek whenever someone steps under it.

This one isn't one of his creations, which means he's surprised when he is caught under one and soft lips are suddenly pressed against his. But strangely he doesn't mind, and he lifts a hand to cup her cheek and tilt her head to deepen their kiss. ]

[ ooc; I'm working my way through all the Norse mythologies still, so I'm not as familiar with Sigyn as I'd like to be but I will do my best to not mess up! ]

[armsopen]

ooc: I'm sure you will be fine! I'm working out my own interpretation as I familiarize myself.

( Sigyn was lucky to have avoided his cursed mistletoe and is taking advantage of one he has missed. Her hands are simply pressed against his chest, her cheek against his palm. Lips are pliant, in a sort of smile as they kiss. She hopes she has caught him by surprise and is a bit proud of herself for doing so. )

[liugan]

[ ooc; we'll work along together! ]

[ This isn't so bad. Her hands are soft and warm, and he can feel something of a smile against his lips. Loki can't help returning it, though there's his trademark hint of wickedness in it when he pulls back just an inch. ]

Suddenly decided to persue an interest in mortal culture and tradition, have we?

[armsopen]

ooc: Sounds like a plan! xx

( at this, Sigyn lifts an eyebrow, nudging her nose against his in affection. And, oh, that ever so wicked smile she likes. )

I'm quite fond of this tradition, I'll have you know. I thought it necessary to take advantage of this before you tampered with it.

[liugan]

[ He hesitates a moment, but that gesture is also returned, as his fingertip trails along her jaw from one side to the other. ]

I suppose I have gone a bit overboard with them.

[ and he laughs, just a little bit. ] Or perhaps I have cursed this one, only differently.

[armsopen]

-- Have you, then? Has it been your plan all along to catch me like this?

( Not that Sigyn would mind. Her chin tips up as he traces her jaw. Then, her eyes survey the area for anyone around. No? She steals a kiss, a quick one this time, always eager to pull out his playful side. )

[liugan]

Perhaps it has.

[ Across her jaw, to under her chin, stopping just shy of reaching her collarbone. He doesn't bother looking up to check for any observers since he never cares if he's making a scene or not. ]

Or perhaps it was a curse to make me utterly desirable to the first person to walk under the plant, and I am simply grateful that it was you who passed by first and not Volstagg.

[armsopen]

Did you really? I can't tell if I'm cursed or not, I - well, I do ... desire...

( And she blushes, pursing her lips as she looks away from him. The smallest touch still sends a shiver through her frame and her eyelashes flutter, just short of closing her eyes. She hears footsteps now, but does not move. )

[liugan]

Ah.

[ That blush ... the corner of his lips curled up in a smirk, and his hand traveled further downward, to rest at her waist. Who cares about footsteps? ]

And what is it you're desiring, my dear Sigyn?

[armsopen]

I wish to continue what I'd started under this mistletoe, my darling.

( She lifts her chin and smiles, her eyes twinkling with the tiniest hint of mischief herself. All this time spent in his company, it is no surprise a bit of him as rubbed off on her. The footsteps disappear and she seeks to capture his lips again. )

[liugan]

[ Okay, he'll admit, he likes "darling." Shush.

That glint he knows so well is noticed in her eyes, so he won't deny her that next kiss, and his hand at her waist pulls her closer against his chest. Maybe he really did place a spell on that miseltoe and had simply forgotten about it. ]

[armsopen]

( Oh, she knows, but she won't let on.

Spell or not, she's happy for any opportunity to be close to him, to show affection. Pressed up against him, she feels warm and light, forgetting where they are and who might find them here. Her fingers trail over his neck and into his hair, eager to make it messy. )

[liugan]

[ Something he greatly appreciates, mind you.

Any spells he may or may not have done are definitely not at the forefront of his mind, at least. No, he's rather into this moment, the way she melts against him. As since he wouldn't be Mischief without a little devious streak to him, the hand on her waist slips further south, stopping just at the back of her thigh as he pulls back for a brief nip to her bottom lip. ]

[armsopen]

( At his touch her leg bends, and at the bite, there's a soft moan, barely audible. )

Loki ... ( No, it's not quite a scold, not quite a sound of encouragement either. Her lips brush against his again. )

[liugan]

[ Ah, even more than "darling," he likes his name spoken like that. He doesn't pull back too far, remaining close, hands pulling her closer. ]

Remind me again, love, what is it you desire?