Fimbulvetr

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Björn & Lirr

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Private rhythm in my soul.

#1
In light of the previous days the piebald brute had spent with his newly found companion, Björn quickly found himself indulging in everything about the man. Down to the littlest of details, in which he adored at every moment they shared together. His fiery optics gazed upon the deep onyx coat with those glorious golden markings. The way they glistened when the sun hit them just right. The imagery alone was nearly enough to make the behemoth male knees go weak. It had been so, so long since he had ever felt anything remotely close to... this Whatever 'this' was.

Was it... happiness? He had never experienced such thing without his brother. Was it possibly even more? He hadn't a clue, but whatever he felt, he never wanted it to stop. From the day he was born, Björn had never been able to be carefree. He had ripped from his mother's womb into a bloodthirsty, power-hungry life. Lost his mother within an hour of him taking his first breath, losing his sire quickly after. It had been his brother, Valor, that raised him... and did a terrible job doing so. He had left hour-old Björn to fend for himself against the younger males who then fought brutally for leadership of their horde. Valor had just left. Only to return straight after.

But that, that was a story for another time.

He was not about to let memories of his past steal the utter happiness he felt now.

In the days that Björn had spent alone following his passing through the Bifrost, he had done much exploring on his own. In which one of those times was when he had came across a gem among the rocks; in a place up so high that he was certain not many had discovered it. Sure the bitter cold left a lot to be desired, but it wasn't an issue for him. He thrived among the frigid temperatures, for it was within the tundra he called home. But again, he was aware not many felt the same.

High into the mountains far to the west, the beast stood in front of an entrance to a fairly narrow cave. Many of his size would gaze upon it and be discouraged, then more than likely turn and leave. But not Björn, he enjoyed the challenge. The contents within were far too curious to him at the time the first time he had came poking around. Now, he inhaled deeply, holding in the precious oxygen that seemed entirely too thin so high in altitude, and exhaled. It looked even smaller this time.

Hellfire optics moved downward to the snow covered ground, jaw clenched as he lifted his front right limb, waving it over the snow near the entrance of the cave, his cloven hoof gently gliding over the surface. Taking a step backward, he observed his work; he had made a heart out of the snow, spelling out 'Lirr' in the center. As he moved forward, entering the cave, he balanced upon three hooves - his back right making an arrow that pointed into the cave - then he continued on. Wings clung to his sides as tightly as possible, he held his cranium so low, his beard brushed along the cave floor. His muscular legs bent to shorten himself. It was almost as if he was army crawling; quite the sight, he was sure.

Finally. His thoughts boomed as the steam from the hot spring came into his vision, his limbs had began cramping a few moments ago. Front limbs straightened the second they could, making him look as if he was a dog stretching upward after a long nap. Pulling himself further, he was able to stand normally. "This is perfect." He whispered, taking in the familiar view. The only downside was that it was a tad too dark and unfortunately there was nothing in his power that he could do about it - he hadn't brought any candles. Idiot. A disappointed sigh echoed throughout the cave.

He moved slowly toward the spring, entering one limb at a time, his lids closed softly in utter pleasure. It felt incredible. Björn moved to the back, circling so he was facing the entrance. Carefully he lowered his battered frame, folding his limbs under him, allowing his tail to float at its leisure. He was quite surprised on how deep the spring was, considering the cave entrance. The water generously came up to his shoulder with him laying down.

An anxious sigh escaped his ivory lips as he waited for his date's arrival. "And of course, music would be perfect... but no. I'm an idiot, once again." He muttered, annoyed at himself. Another exhale to calm himself; Björn just hoped things had worked out on the invitation end - he had sent a young male from Tryggr to give Lirr a message that gave directions to the cave and to come adventurous. If everything went as he hoped, he had one specific goal for this night.



you deserve good things,
and i want to be one of them.

Lirr
x

Tag: @[Björn]

#2
Lirr has always had a strange pit in his stomach when it came to company. It could be easily over looked with the enamoring smile on his face, but being around others often left a strange pit in his stomach. As a young colt, his mother would hardly give him the light of day, tossing him aside as nothing but a nuisance, a pest that never seemed to get the hint. The performing group they traveled with tried to take him under their wing, care for him as their own, but it wasn't the same. Something about the pity in their eyes left his insides in knots. Even as he migrated to the stage, all those eyes on him were like a drug. He was drunk on the attention, the adoration ,and the approval he craved left him empty after the fact.  Flirty strangers loved him for his delicate shape, but to them he was just an object and he believed it. As far as he could tell, that was his purpose so who was he to argue?

Even after he left, for the first time he was truly on his own and for the most part, it was a relief. Not having to hold his head high and play a part for the sake of others. He threw himself into his travels and eventually found his way to the bifrost where he was thrown into a harsh winter world. It was here that he realized just how very lost he was. Wandering from one place to the next and so on. He stopped for no one, went where he pleased, and did so as well, but something was missing. Someone was missing. He was still hungry for that affection he was deprived of for so long. Time and again he was turned away, but not now, not anymore.

If one where to ask, he would spin a tale of the fate's, but they had no such say in this story. Or perhaps they did, but luck had surely blessed the gold ensnared stallion in some way in the form of a mountain painted in the pain of time. Lirr waited each day for something to change in his newest company. For the piebald to become bored and abandon him to be alone once again. He waited, days came and went, but still, he was carefully cradled in the shadow of the Goliath. The once playful teasing that seemed to be nothing more than a friendly banter between the pair deepened into something that held a death grip on his chest. This wasn't the same heavy twist in his gut that he'd felt for so long, this was a gentle, warm caress of his heart. That feeling of being alone in a crowd drifted away into history and the very presence of this stranger made him feel safe and seen. Not for the gold that curved around his frame or the delicate way he moved, but seen for who he was, for what he was.

Little did he know of the sheer pain it would cause him when he had awoken to find himself all alone again. Despite the summer heat that penetrated the world around him, he felt cold. He couldn't understand why Björn had suddenly left in the throws of night as he had, a pleading voice in the back of his head trying to find reason and calm the storm brewing inside of him. Lirr had never been one to stay in the same place twice, but there he stayed, waiting, hoping. And it was here that it seemed the Fate's had granted him yet another wish in the shape of a complete stranger. A stallion of Tryggr affiliation, he was brought a gift in the form of words. A strange message that made little sense to him. The messenger told him of a place deep in the harsh cold of the mountains. Deep in it's icy throws was a small crack of a cave where a dragon's breath spews out in the snow landscape as if has been trapped in the mountain for centuries. Nothing but confusion spewed from his Ebony lips until the last part of the message. The man told him "It is here that the man called Björn wishes to meet you." His heart leapt in his chest threatening to break free and run for the hills at those words and he hardly thanked the man before turning on his heels and taking to the air.

He headed straight for the sight of the snow bathed mountains, the air growing cold the closer he came, ice nipping at his skin, prickling the hairs of his pelt on end. He was unable to find his destination from the air and was forced to traverse the treacherous terrain in order to find his mountain. Snow clung to his legs. the ends of his wings dragging in the pure power and beginning to cause his feather's to freeze, ice crystallizing and only further weighting his wings down. With each step, his body ached from the forever winter encasing the mountain, his muscles trembling as he struggle to retain heat. Had it not been a clear day, he fears the cold may have cut him down there, but it was not to be as he managed to find a trail of large, heavy hoof prints in the snow. Their shape unmistakable as they lead further up. He bounded after them, allowing his feet to match the pace for more ease of travel, no longer fighting the force of the snow that threatened to plant him where he walked. But the deep prints were a savior as the steam from over the hill caught his attention. Ears suddenly springing forward, he hurried his pace only to stop near the cave entrance where he found the message in the snow. Lowering hi head, he sniffed at the writing and could not mistake the smell. It could be non other than his goliath though the size of the cave seemed odd, beginning to doubt that Björn could ever actually fit inside. Taking a step back, he took in the full sight of the heart in the snow with his name and pieces were starting to fit together, though the picture was still a haze. Lifting a single delicate hoof, he slowly filled in the blank spelling Björn's name in the heart a long with his own. Once he was done, he wasted no time in entering the warmth that spewed from the entrance.

Unlike the issues he was sure his compainon would have had, Lirr had little trouble wriggling his way through. His voice weary and unsure called out as the space drew darker the further he went. "Björn? Are you in here?" The ice began to melt away and the snow had no choice but to release him from their grasp. Slowly, the space opened back up and he could feel the warmth of the spring water around his ankles as he pulled himself back up into a standing position. With a short pause, he looked around, careful of the dark surroundings. Golden tipped ears remained on a swivel as he waited for the sound of something to move or say something.
Tag: @[Lirr]

#3
The moment the familiar voice rung out in the humid air from the hot spring, the piebald brute's heart began to pound within his chest. Audits twitched briefly before standing at attention, he leaned forward in the water. "Oh Lirr, you came." Voice was riddled with utter relief, he had been so anxious that the man he had been spending his past several days with, wouldn't show. An enormous gravitational pull came over him, yanking him from the spring and quickly onto his feet, the sound of droplets of water running off his hide and returning to the pool echoed throughout the cave. His fiery optics had long adapted to the darkness, making it far easier to spot the outline of Lirr's frame, picking out the gold accents.

A gentle cackle murmured from his lips, shaking his head lightly. "I know, light didn't much occur to me at the time." A disappointed sigh came straight after, scanning the entrance. He took a hesitant step forward, not entirely sure on what he should do next. If only he had the abilities now, that he had been gifted with at birth; the control of fire. It was where the fire by command at his cloven hooves came from; but that was the extent his abilities performed now. Nearly useless; entering Fimbulvetr had stripped him of everything. Duh, you numb nuts. A roll of his optics came in sync with his thought, pulling himself from the spring, Björn closed his lids and focused, feeling a brief strike of white-hot sensation surrounding his hocks.

Slowly he peeled one lid open, peeking around only to his surprise he could now see his own shadow flicker against the stone wall. Other lid sprung open in excitement; he did it! He glanced down at his hooves to see all four ablaze. It had been far too long since he had done that trick. "Ah, there we go. Don't know why I didn't think of that before." Because you're an idiot. He tilted his head to the side in silent agreement to his own thought; it was obvious he didn't think clearly when he was nervous. "It's so good to see that handsome face." He breathed, observing every detail of his petite frame - the way the flames emitting from his own body danced light upon his golden markings. Inhale, followed by an extremely content exhale.

"You look incredible, Mister." He breathed, nares flared with every emotion that was flooding him. Grudgingly, he tore his gaze off Lirr and glanced to the hot spring then back upon him. A tilt of his cranium toward the steaming pool was given, "Join me?" Björn questioned, flashing a smirk at him that showed a little fang.




you deserve good things,
and i want to be one of them.
 
Lirr
x

Tag: @[Björn]

#4
Lirr's ears flung back, disappearing against the thick of curls clinging to his neck in the humid air, at the sound of water moving with a sudden force. His eyes hadn't quite adjusted to the lack of light yet and was forced to paint of picture with sounds. A thrush of water came crashing down back into the pool, the vague outline of a figure coming into view as it towered over him, the more definitive white face exposing the stranger's identity before the voice could. His eyes followed the shape desperately as it approached further, unable to hide his smirk, not that it could be seen in this light, or rather, the lack there of. "Of course I came. he assured in a gentle whisper.

Though he went quite after, rather enjoying the rattled Björn stumbling through his thoughts. His eyes scanned in carefully, slowly adjusting to the low light, but the efforts were for naught. Like a spark in wild grass, he watched Björn's feathered hooves catch alit with bright flame. A bit startled a first, he stepped back, a short patter of his own steps against the stone floor. His gaze shifted back and forth from his face to his feet and back again. "Didn't know you could do that. You're just full of surprises aren't you." he said under his breath, taking a graceful step forward. Once again closing the distance as he tilted his head up to meet the hellfire eyes that we're once filled with confidence but now seemed to be searching for some kind of confirmation. He certainly played the part of undaunting well, managing to roll such smooth words off a nervous tongue. "Handsome? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were wanting something." He tilted his head back down, hiding his eyes under a curtain of eyelashes. However, he had his own nerves to settle, hoping the sound of his pounding heart couldn't be heard beyond the sound rushing through his own ears.

He followed Björn's gaze out to the water that danced with the red light, their shadows across the ceiling shifting with every movement as if the pair were part of some under water world, one all they're own. Without offering him a verbal reply, Lirr stepped around him and sinking into the water as the floor continued to decline. As he passed by, Lirr lifted his leonine tail, the lush curls at the end coming up to brush against the underside of Björn's chin. It was brief as he slipped deeper, looking back over his shoulder hoping to catch glimpse of the mountain's expression. "That depends," as he turned, his feathered wings unfurled as he puffed his chest out and raised his head. A mock imitation of the horned stallion at the first meeting. "Do you think you can handle all this?"


Björn
Tag: @[Lirr]

#5
Feeling the gentle whisper of the young male before him surge forward, hitting his audits and continuing on down the rest of his body, giving him a batch of goosebumps. They remained even much after Björn had summoned the flames to his fetlocks. He shot an anxious glance to the ground, watching the flickering light dance as shadows. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this... well, bashful. If ever, in fact. This was not something Björn would of ever thought he'd feel. It was Lirr's voice that took him from his staring contest with the ground, his hellfire optics brought up to meet the mauve gaze of his companion's. His observation of him being full of surprises ignited a faint sly smirk to his ivory lips, allowing a light chuckle to pass through. "And I want you to know them all." He softly spoke, knowing even while in a somewhat small space, the cave walls caused an echo.

Optics remained upon the petite frame of Lirr as he closed the gape between them, their gazes meeting as he neared. It was not normal of the piebald beast to feel such a way, to feel so... naked. And vulnerable. While Björn kept a gentle composure, he truly meant the best for anyone he came across that deserved it - but this, this was entirely something different.  How could one feel such a deep connection in such a short amount of time? This was something that Björn thought took years to establish, yet here he was, ready and waiting to cut his heart out and hand it over to this, this... magnificent man. Molars squeezed at his inky tongue in anticipation, he could feel his knees become weak at the sight of his lashes shielding his orbs; a cough and a clear of his throat came in return. If he possessed whites within his optics, they surely would of shown. He shook off the obvious embarrassment, idling with a cackle. "Hmmm, maybe I do..." He trailed off, allowing his lips to hold a grin. "would that be a problem, mezahe?" Jaw clenched, giving him a wink.

Oh Björn, your attempts to be sexy are terrible.

A low grunt rumbled deep within his throat as Lirr stepped passed him, just as he had done that damn day on one of their adventures within Ambrosius; the day he had met Antiope, Sovereign of Ambrosius. Nares flared at the memory, giving his own cranium a little shake. "You just love doing that to me, don't you?" The brute teased, scrunching his maw in addition. His gaze lingered, observing the way the pool of water engulfed him, morphing around his limbs. Lids grew heavy, lazily looking back upward as he felt Lirr's tail brush through his beard and against his chin, again sending chills down his spine. It almost felt as if he would fall to his knees at that moment intoxicated - that was, until Björn caught onto just what the smaller male was doing. He rose his cranium, a smirk plastered upon his lips as he shook his head in mocking disbelief. "Oh, I see... use my moves against me, huh?" He took a daring step closer, "That's how it's gonna be, is it? Just wait, mister." His raspy tones warned playfully.

Not even thinking of the consequences that would follow him as he pranced after Lirr into the hot spring, his front cloven hooves plunged deep. The cave became dim as a low sizzle noise followed right after, only for complete darkness to over take them as he proceeded into the water without a second thought. He swung himself sideways, sending a wave to the outer banks of the spring and over the ridge on the unoccupied side. Björn was now positioned with his left side at Lirr's front, if there had been silence, he surely disrupted it with an hearty laugh. "I'm afraid I really don't think these situations through." He sighed in defeat, blinking multiple times to allow his vision to adjust to the once again darkness. He inhaled and exhaled deeply in an attempt to calm his frustrations, this was not how he wanted this night to go. "We can go elsewhere, anni zhor." His tones were soft again, while he wished this night to be perfect, he couldn't careless on where they were. Just as long as Lirr was near.




you deserve good things,
and i want to be one of them.
 
Lirr
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Tag: @[Björn]

#6
With the light playing with their features in a gentle manor, Lirr could watch each and every shifting expression cross Björn's face as he was sure the brute could see the same. From the very first day he waited for an expiration date to come. For time to snatch away what he so desperately wanted. With each passing day they became less like fruit, turning sour and rotting; but instead becoming sweet, the mere presence of him becoming stronger and sweeter like a fine wine that only grows better with age. He had seen anger and loneliness flooding this stranger's heart, threatening to drown him.

As he swallowed, he could feel the knot slowly making it's way down, lodging its way deep into his throat at the look in those eyes that burned with such a passion. Beyond that dashing smirk that had drawn his attention at first was now over shadowed by those eyes that burned at hot as a pyre, but as caring and sweet as summer honey. His own crystalline eyes became lost in those crimson orbs and he could feel his heart constricting in his chest. He wanted so desperately to get close to him, to be a part of this giant's world, but something in the back of his head told him to keep his distance. Whispers of his past warning him that once he reached out, the other would pull away. And so he had kept his distance, holding his emotions at a tail length's away. At least... he had. This had gonna past some frivolous fling, a temporary adventure, or a place holder for someone else.

His eyes drew wide as his mountain extinguished the lights as a wave of water pushed against the cave walls and threatening to move the small stallion from where he stood. The space fell into darkness and he became blind. The water continued to pulse with each of Björn's movement's until he could almost feel him standing before him. Tilting his head up, his gold tipped ears swiveled to find just where the piebald was. The word's the spilled from his ivory lips only caused Lirr to bubble up with laughter, joining in with his own light chuckling, a soothing tone against the worn grain of Björn's. Letting it naturally die, he looked down at the question of going elsewhere and after a moment of thought, Lirr leaning forward and placed his head flat against his protector's side. "I'm okay just staying right here," he muttered.


Björn
Tag: @[Lirr]

#7
A dry swallow followed the feeling of Lirr's forehead resting upon his flesh; right audit swung outward to allow him to hear his company more effectively. He wasn't positive, but he was a tad nervous that his swallow he indeed been overheard. It had been the bubbly laugh that accompanied his own that intoxicated him... it was such a questioning manner of what exactly Lirr was doing to him. What was this? He had only felt a fraction of this once upon a time, that being for his brother's beloved. While he knew those feelings were still embedded within him, they were of something entirely different now. Ivory lips parted to allow a heavy sigh to escape, nares flared all the time. "Lirr." He cooed into the darkness of the humid cave; his soft yet raspy tones echoed in a whisper.

He rounded his cranium around, bending his nape down and to the right to gently nudge his soft maw at Lirr's cheek, he inhaled the young man's scent. As if his heart was savoring the smell. Lids were closed lightly over hellfire optics that glowed so oddly in their unlit surroundings. An annoyance began to tug at his thoughts, far in the back of his mind. What if this was just all temporary? A voice hissed, He could be leading you on, you don't know...why would he care for you? Jaw clenched at the unnerving thoughts, he carefully shook his head in disagreement of himself. Björn remained very aware of his horns' whereabouts, along with the spikes that riddled his chest. An appearance that was meant to be used for war, was coated upon a man who only wished to love - but yet was very capable of war.

With the duo standing within the hot spring, lids calmly revealed his radiant crimson optics allowing them to gaze on his companion. A tender smile grew on his maw, "I know it has only been a short time, yet somehow it has seemed like a lifetime." He paused, his attention briefly went to his large mass of a tail that began to float, curling around Lirr's limbs within the water. He giggled lightly before continuing, "You are on my mind constantly, as well in my heart. I asked you here, because I want to propose something to you," Another pause as he moved to play with Lirr's mane with his lips before turning his mass of a body around, so he was now fully facing the shorter man. Björn arched his nape, lowering his cranium and gaze to become level with his company.

Moving to rest the very top of his maw underneath Lirr's chin, he closed his lids very briefly before opening them once more. "I'm afraid, I don't want to be without you... ever. I-I think you are it for me, Lirr. My heart's final destination; and please, there is no need to feel pressured to feel the same." Shoulders rolled under his taunt hide, lowering his maw from under his chin, taking a step backward. "Your happiness is my happiness. Whatever that may be. No matter, I am yours." He whispered, knowing this may have gone much better had he planned a more romantic setting - some mood lighting, definitely. But of course, that just wasn't Björn's way. He never thought anything through. "A response isn't needed, I won't be hurt if you departed." A quiet, slow nod was given with his words. The last thing he wanted to do was trap Lirr.

But he knew, he had to let him know his feelings.




you deserve good things,
and i want to be one of them.
 
Lirr
x

Tag: @[Björn]

#8
He waited in this moment of silence that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Not not a cold, distant eternity, one filled with a warm caress as it ushered in time. His eyes drew closed, letting the darkness wash over him until he could hear it. That gentle beat of the heart that rested deep in the war torn stallion's chest, a natural tune that he could listen to forever, but that forever was only a matter of seconds before he was lead back to reality. He tilted his head to one side, opening a single eye to meet that gentle glow nestled in Björn's skull at the lull of it own name escaping ivory lips. Slowly, the side he had pressed himself against slipped away from his grasp and he felt the soft touch grace his cheek and he once again let his eye lids go heavy and fall shut. It wasn't until he felt him slip away did he look up once more, studying his expression like there would be a test on it later.

Taking in a soft breath, he lifted his head up higher, his ears pressed forward to catch every sound of his voice as he began to speak with a well of emotions, the pair caught in a silent song of hearts, dancing around one another, yet all the while they held still. He could feel his own heart pounding viciously against his chest as if trying to escape while the man before him laid his feelings bare. For one as guarded as a urchin, he was displaying himself with the fragility of a flower in bloom. His head tilted to follow the movements, pausing when he felt that careful touch among the hair on his neck, his own dark curls moving to give way to Björn's will. The feel of the water moving drew his attention down, small ripples along the surface as the behemoth re-positioned himself in the hot springs. "Björn, I-" He muttered in almost a whisper, but the feel of his chin being lifted, cradled between that warm maw and the crown of horns silence him rather quickly. Not in a forceful way, but like a spell leaving him helpless.

He could do nothing but listen as words soaked in love filled the air around him with promises of a future far greater than a single shadow cast upon unknown ground. Lirr has spent a life time floating through the sky on whims and uncertainty, too scared of the ground and the roots it bared. Until this one man showed him what it felt like to stand on solid ground, the certainty of it's presence. As Björn slipped free from him, Lirr felt his own head dip slightly, having unknowingly rested part of the weight of his own head onto his. When he saw the look of hope etched so painfully on the paint splattered face of his mountain, he wished desperately for darkness. Not that he didn't want to see him, but he was unsure if he would actually be able to get the words out with such a face gazing down at him.

Forcing the edge of his lips up, he offered him a weak smile, but was unable to hold his confident disposition. A knot formed tightly in his throat with the swell of emotions and suddenly, they began to leak out. "You liar." He said with a bit of a forced chuckle, water well in first one eye, then both, threatening to spill over the edges, but remaining teetered at the corners. "I know it would hurt like hell." Unable to keep his gaze, the knot in his throat trying to silence him permanently as he continued, this shy manner of presentation unusual for such a bold, outgoing stallion such as him. "I just... Björn, I have been so many places, seen the corners of the world. Lived on ocean sides, the tallest mountains, forests the spanned over the horizon, castles whose beauty was indescribable. But... I've never felt so at home before like I do with you. For the first time, I have a home. Never could I think that someone could be a home, but here you are. Doesn't matter how long I search or how far I go, but nothing will ever compare to you." He stepped forward, drawing close as he lifted his head back up, nesting the back up his head in the nape of Björn's neck. His wings drooped lightly, gracing the water as his limbs began to feel heavy and loose despite the intense emotions that kept his head in tangles. "I'm not going anywhere any time soon." He assured in a hushed tone.



Björn
Tag: @[Lirr]