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The Forbidden Love Meme

You're stuck in a messed up or forbidden romance, but you can't resist the draw of it. Maybe your families are feuding, you're cheating on a lover, or you're in love with your own sibling. Whatever the reasons are, you know your relationship wouldn't be approved of by a long shot. You just can't resist the temptation though.

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Relationship Type (optional)

1. Family - you're keeping it all in the family, literally.
2. Balance of power - the other person has a higher status than you somehow.
3. Cheating - you're both having an affair together.
4. Caught in the middle - it's nothing you've done, but the feud going on between those you're both close to keeping you apart.
5. Other - some other type of relationship we've forgot? Want to combine? Go right on ahead!

Scenes

Sweet
1. Can't deny it - you've tried to run from your feelings for so long and you can't do it anymore. It's time that you show the object of your affection exactly how you feel. Hopefully you don't lose everything in the process!
2. First time - it's your first time making love together. Is it awkward? Do you go all out or is it spur of the moment?
3. Accidental - you didn't actually mean to confess or kiss. They overheard you or it was an accidental kiss. Maybe you were just really drunk and let it slip!
4. Close as can be - you just want to make love and you've found a spot where it's just you and your partner, however you want it to be.
5. Happily ever after - somehow, you've made it work and you're both happy together, even if it meant you had to run away together.
6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

Angst
1. Conflict - you've just had a fight with your lover over your relationship or how you handle it. Can you find it in yourselves to forgive each other?
2. Cheated - your lover has cheated on you and you need to confront them about their reasons why and if you can work it out.
3. Found out - you've been found out by someone close to you and they're less than thrilled with your relationship.
4. Disgust - though they play along with it, they're secretly disgusted by the relationship they have with you and it finally comes out into the light.
5. Guilt - one of you is feeling guilty over your relationship, knowing it can never be truly normal or more than a secret.
6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

Comfort
1. Soothing touch - what better way to sooth your lover than to make love to them and show them that no matter what other people say, you're not going anywhere.
2. Fight for you - whoever has found out about your relationship is trying to hurt your lover and you're not going to let them.
3. Won't let you go - you need your lover to realize that you won't let them go, no matter what.
4. Back together - you broke up for a bit, but whatever it is between you two, you can't stay apart.
5. Injured - your lover was injured because of your relationship and it's time to patch them up.
6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

Twisted
1. Forced - you know your partner isn't interested in you like this, but you keep them going along with the relationship no matter what. Coercion, blackmail, whatever it takes.
2. Won't take no - their lips might say no, but you're not listening.
3. Control - you've given them some kind of potion to get your love interest to love you in return and they have to do whatever you say.
4. Recorded - you're not really interested in this forbidden love affair, but you must do it or you'll face some tough consequences.
5. Insult - you're cornered by those who disapprove of your relationship, hearing how filthy you are.
6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

Ending
1. Left alone - you woke up to your lover trying to slip away in the night because of the strain of the relationship. Do you let them go or try and fight for it?
2. Torn apart - others are keeping you apart after they found out about your relationship, giving you only minimal contact. What do you do?
3. Ending fight - the argument has turned dirty and ends with one of you storming out.
4. Parting ways - both of you have decided to part ways. It's just so much easier.
5. Always love you - though you'll always love each other, maybe it's time the relationship goes back to being strictly platonic. It would be easier... or maybe that's just how one of you feels.
6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

[ take from a previous meme ]

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It was Yule time and a grand feast was being prepared in the Golden Halls for all the chosen and worthy men and their consorts to take wealth in. There was drink and food plentiful to be shared. There would be laughing and singing, dancing and cheering. He was dressed in his finest, emerald greens dashed betwixt the black; a tiny smile curled over his lips.

Odinson would be with another of his distaste for Loki knew the Heir's persistence with Sif's hand, even the All-Father. Yet she chose his and there was a swell of pride in that. Tricks aside, he had fallen to her in a way he wished not to speak. It showed in subtlety, he thought.

Nevertheless, his feet came to stop just outside the great hall. The smile on his lips, for once, was all but true. She was so striking. Everyone, he was certain, would fall green with envy. But Loki wore green the best and with her by his side they all but failed it. He extends his arm for her to take.

"Shall we?"

Edited 2012-05-27 14:53 (UTC)

Sif would not have thought herself much of a beauty, but in her simple shades of cream and gold a contrast was made so starkly with the black waves of hair she let fall freely that one could not help but find their eyes drawn towards it. It was her manner too, balance and practice with blades had given her poise and confidence in movement. "Grace" she supposed the other ladies would call it, but there was strength too.

The dress cut deeply down, ending at the small of her waist, but it was not this bared track of skin she displayed that made her heart quicken. A thin golden chain adorned her neck, disappearing down the front of her dress and at the end rested against her skin a bright emerald.
Only she knew of it. This small token that bore his color. A secret guarded from all eyes that she kept, her choice as to whom would ever see.

Her face flushes when she smiles, and takes his arm. Seeing not the faces that watched them, for it was only his voice that she allowed to bare weight.

"We shall."

There was strength in plenty and all the more why he were so desperately drawn to her. She was, in fact, very strong. If there was to be a statue of warrior, a description of its meaning, Loki daresay she be the archetype of it; certainly not Odin. Wise and smart, dutiful and purposed, strong and unforgiving.

He would have nothing less. No whimpering nor quivering fawn, no. Loki desired no such thing except those moments when laid in her sheets and when her mighty becomes a shiver he is drove to such places of madness. Save those fools for the slave who make beg for him, later, when he become potent a God. What meaning had they, however? Nothing but to stroke his ego, a pleasantry he could abide, but she were not that. He were not abiding her. He was immersed in her.

"She blushes tonight, the Lady Sif." He will whisper, leaning in just a touch as they walk forward. Loki felt no scorn although eyes did scorn. He could feel nothing but pride and vanity. Let them waste their words and spread their lies, oh do let them spread it. If they had but the tiniest of mind, they would know. "But he knows her chest is proud. I am flattered."

They are playing to his name.

"It is merely the heat."
Which with the warmth of fires burning brightly to keep away the winter chill, it could have been true.

As a warrior her nerves had been steeled, rendering such childish flutters of excitement and vigor when battle was upon her non-existant-- but here she thought for a moment she felt them stir once more. It was wrong to have such fervid passion her teachers had chided, but Sif took it as her signature. In more than just battle.

She let her hand ghost over his that held her arm in turn, as if the soft brush of fingertips was merely an afterthought and not her intent. Thor, an unmistakable figure among the crowd in his vivid red cloak catches her eye and her arm holds tighter.

"I heard rumor that you caused quite a stir."

Referring of course to the widely overtold and exaggerated tale of how the two men exchanged terse words on the matter of the Lady warrior.
"All cast you as quite the lecherous villain. However, I set them straight on that fact." her eyes are for him now, cast up with a smirk. Sif does not tell how it was she did this.

Many gathered to mingle amongst each other while the meal prepared. Loki himself, well, he had little friends and plenty enemies. Those who suspected him of poor deeds. He had become known in the halls for his trickery but rarely were it a terror. Though many men turned their eyes from him unworthy of their gaze, for he was no warrior. They tolerated him because of whom lay now upon his arm.

Eventually they would come to see that magic was not only for entertainment. Yes, he would get that far too often. Entertain us, Loki! Make something appear. Do a magic trick! A bit more common with the women, he. No matter.

"I see," there is a smile and lets his gaze ride along hers. Ah, yes. The Odinson. Things were always terse with him. Loki scoffs a small laugh.

"Well," he whispers, further entering the room. "He speaks of you as you're to be fated without say. How can I bide by this claim? If you're to have one's hand I daresay it's your choice as to whose."

"You know me well."

Her pleasure at this response beams from her, happy in the confirmation that all rumors were certainly false as expected. Loki would not brawl and quarrel over her like these boys, though Thor was dear to her and she knew he had care for the strength of her arm.... she felt she held Loki's respect. As more than just a "fellow warrior".

"I stake my own mark. That is if the partner of my choosing is willing. And I have indeed made such a choice."

Though few knew how deeply this claim had already been set.

The shock of their joined entrance seemed to fade now though as music played on and attentions turned to dance and mead and roasted boar. Sif took the moment to draw her lips across ear. A brush of warm skin and soft breath as she whispered, delighting in making those around wonder what secrets she might be sharing. Hoping to catch a word, though they were harmless enough.

"Shall I grace him with a dance?"

Never a feeling such as this had he had. She was enchanting, engulfing, so entirely enriching. Wild spirit full of adventure and heart. Graceful her steps and his full of pride and swift. A smile sewn upon his lips; it could not be washed away this night.

His smile readies at her lips, faint touch of skin. Such sweet whisper as eyes cast over. So curious, as she, what they say of it. He would play, of course. His nose brush over her cheek and lips nudge an ear. "He would be honored."

One hand upon her back held it loosely but the other came to her chest and skin exposed. As fingers touched the gold, it transforms.

"His tongue doth woo thee," he slides flesh along the silver. Then to the emeralds, "but he knows it be the eyes that hold thee. Let us make the hall envy of our grace."

There was no hiding it now, the glint of silver and green stood out so sharply among the gold and cream of her dress. Eyes need only glance over her to know its meaning and Sif found herself smiling fully up to the eyes she did love so well.

She does not wait for him to lead her, her hand still upon his arm she guides them both forward through the crowd. Though they parted soon enough when they saw it was she who came through. Thor's red cloak was noted among those upon the floor, granting his lady mother a dance. Sif did not give a second glance to the rest and instead turned to look only at him.

A hand resting upon his fore arm now and her other hand for him to take. Accepting now his lead, so eager was she to follow no other. And she believed she would if he asked, follow him to wherever he beckon her go. To any realm, to any adventure. Anything. So smitten was she of him who acted as if like a prince and wove words like a trickster.

Happy that she were, truly. He could live with that remark. Her only thank you that bountiful smile and what words it spoke were louder than any. Loki allowed her to lead, of course, the warrior was she after all. He could not help the small laugh when she allowed him to finally lead.

"You are beautiful tonight," is barely a whisper. "Had I said it yet? So stricken by it am I. Perhaps my tongue repeats itself."

He knew how to dance. He learned fast, he liked learning, he liked knowing. Thirsted for knowledge and fun. Always in the library, or watching, or out and seeing. More and more he found she came to his side for these, too. They'd not gone out to the woods together for some time! Perhaps a necessary visit.

"If thy fair lady has but a single Yule wish," their moves are graceful. And every so often he might cast his eyes to the crowd but he were not as concerned with them for the time. Only her. "Might I ask what it be?"

Edited 2012-06-04 04:15 (UTC)

A wish? Sif hummed thoughtfully as she kept in pace with him. Though her grace was thought only to exist on the battlefield, Sif had discovered if she thought of the exchange like one of a practice pattern it all became much more natural. And thankfully he was ever a good partner, able to show her up in this "field" all too well.

Thoughts flickered in the back of her mind as she wondered now if such a wish could be granted, what ever would it be? Such imaginings had not entered her mind since she was young, struggling and working to match arms with the boys and to claim their trust and respect.

She would have wished for it all then, not knowing that such struggles were needed to make the goddess into warrior.

"Does this wish come freely? Or shall I have to pay a price for its granting?" she asked, relaxing the arm that held to his shoulder so that she could draw nearer. Not wanting of course for prying ears to hear her.

"Have it regardless...so oft must I only leave these realms while in company of Thor and the Warriors Three. Though I do so enjoy those times, I wish to go just once for myself. To take with me who I please. For we to do as we please and leave all duty and responsibility at Asgard until returning."

There was a grace in battle and that Loki would not deny. It was where his skill came to play, personally. He was not as strong but he was quick and agile. Such talent showed through their movements. He watched her as she thought upon his question. Was there a shame in being youthful of thought?

A tip of his head came when she asked if a price there'd be, and for a moment he entertained but the smallest fib however she continued too quick for him to speak of it. Ah, and this in which she spake. He is filled with such adventurous satisfaction.

"Then my only asking is that this company be I," is where he starts. "This is my price to granting."

In truth it was because she knew there was not a price she would not happily pay, and what he asks in return makes the wish all the sweeter.

"Then it shall be. As I wish for it most ardently."

And she would have all know it. This would not be an escape in the night to ventures beyond Asgard's walls. No. She would ask the All-Father for the use of time from her unused leaves of duty, knowing he would deny it. Then she would have it so all who asked were answered thusly, the Lady Sif and Loki embarked together from the realm.

"A pity though. For it will surely end all gossip on just who it is that gives the Lady such cause to sing in the night."

Sif does not sound as if she found this a pity at all. It was all but spoken in truth, though non begrudged her her pleasures, it was the who that concerned all. And once she would have been happy to let the rumors remain unanswered, but now her eyes held that all too familiar fire behind them as she smiled.
Unafraid, unashamed and decided. Upon him.

He lets his hand slide along the small of her back as they grace these halls. Fingers thrum, barely touching the bared skin, just a whisper to it. She was so bold and so uniquely her. She cared none of their thoughts; she would prove her a warrior as much a woman. Was it difficult at all to admire her? He thought it was not and all he felt was pity for those who slighted; all he felt was humor for those insulted.

Brightness graced his features. His eyes full and his smile full and happy - these pleasures he took for himself, these tiny moments, these wonderful things. Wordings cause his feet to stop and eyes cast aside although his smile still strong. "A pity, say thee?"

He flattens his lips and lets his eyes roll up although his jaw does not move from its cast. One cool and calming exhale. His voice is so quiet. "If I'd be so bold to brag, I'd say the only gift that could sate me is who now lay at my arm tonight. To be in her company, I fear no man nor woman ever know it's joy. Selfish I be as I cannot find pity in me to give."

There was no mistaking the red that settled across her skin for heat now. His voice slipping so easily past the guards around her heart to pluck so mercilessly at a thin wire within. Its hum sending a shiver where his hand did ghost across her skin. How was it that she who had been warned far more then she cared to recall that no man would stand for her ways held the love of one? Sif knew she was of value, as a warrior and Aesir...but this was different. This reached as if deeper.

"Oh? So am I granting now the wish you would ask of me this Yule?"

She would press back, make that light touch a full one if it did not mean having to step away from him. Damn be all the eyes that watched, were there none she would have found his arms already. Brought her own around him and whispered against his heart instead of this small space of air between them. To listen to him speak of anything, telling her of the things he knew that she knew not. To close her eyes and breathe him. She would share those moments with none of Asgard, they were theirs to have alone.

"Or would he ask for another?" the words come laced with velvet. The softest of her tones.

"Is it so unbeknownst?" His interest was no longer in the thoughts of those about them; he knew them well. Fools, all of them. He cared not if they wished to indulge in their foils. His feet moved but not in dance. A graceful slide away from that body. Fingers at her back feathered the skin and caught down her arm all the was to her finger tips, then gone.

There is a devilish grin on his lips as he looks over his shoulder to wander away into the crowd. Where was he going and to which hall had he wandered? It seems, she would have to seek.

Her eyes follow him even as her fingertips try to curl to catch his. All too soon they are gone and from sight he goes as well. Sif stays where she is, playing as if she perhaps would not follow, but when she does finally move her steps are slightly quicker to catch up for that lost time.

The hall was empty save for a mere passing servant who quickly disappeared behind a door, the voice and clatter of the feast fading as she sought him. It reminded her so much of a child's game, but glad was she always to play his games. Though most were politely disdainful of his tricks and wit, the warrior had nothing but interest and begrudging admiration (begrudging only because so oft she lost them). Sif snuck a look around a corner she thought she might have glimpsed a hint of green disappear behind, trying to see if she could not spot him again before he did her and follow quietly after.

They were child games. Youthful and all too innocent. You could hear his hum from one direction and his footsteps from another. Which way to follow? He had always been one for tricks and mischief. It was a sense of adventure, he would claim, but their prides crushed when they lay fooled; all too stubborn with broad sword.

"Sif," barely a whisper behind her mere moments after she caught that glimpse of green but if she tried to turn, there he would not be. Instead, at the end was a door which lead to a wide guests room. This room in particular had the best view of the night sky although he had planned something even better.

Follow the appearing green pebbles, Sif.

Her breath came just a width quicker, finding exhilaration even in this small quest to find the Trickster among the tricks. She all too easily understood now that this game was won by he before she even began to play, but continue to play she most certainly will. Odds had never stopped the Lady Sif before.

The voice turns her eyes to the door and she followed therefore after it.
"You will not beguile me..." Sif whispered in reply, though the glow in her eyes and smile said otherwise.

Open the door she did and follow those pebbles she would. Taken in instantly by the unexpected expanse of great open sky that came first into her sight. Thoroughly beguiled indeed, and forgetting for a moment to be on the look out for green.

Oh would he not? Certain were she, but he thought perhaps only rigid in her dominance - a trait all but part of her charm. He could think of it a hundred times more, those differences making her stand brightly betwixt the crowd, an undesirable to most was the painting with flaws but Loki found that one the best.

From this corner, the wide open space high above, you could see it's colors in the black. All that vibrant white, pinks, greens, blues, and yellows. Quiet now until she might find the stars a little closer, no railing in sight. With his faint touch they did travel to the top of the top of that grande and great castle.

Here his arms did crawl around and wrapped from the back to close hands about her stomach. He let his lips whisper against the back of her neck. "This is better."

Scare easily? She'd think not. But it was not his arms coming about her that made her suddenly hold to them tightly, but the view now of wide open sky above. As soon as her eyes see there is solid ground enough beneath them does she quite easily relax and ease against him.

"Much so."

Her touch became gentle, fingertips touching the backs of his knuckles and gliding slowly along his hands. Tracing them with barest touches.

"He holds so close. Do you fear I'll let you fall?" she replied with the faintest laugh, her eyes threatening to close at the feel of his breath against her neck. There is a delight in shivering from it, knowing that even this one small tremor would be felt by him. Though thankfully not the soft pang in her center where his hands closed. That only she would feel with a contented hum.

Felt it was and he would all but drink it. This subtle display, these tiny affections. A long inhale and he relaxed. None of that bicker and bellow he knew would come with the mead. The King's speech you could hear it faintly now. How he would talk about the city and all that is good - none mattered to Loki at all. Just this.

"Perhaps he has already fallen," was the answer as his own fingers twisted in to hers. Heart thumping in a new beat, one he wanted to pretend not there, one he wanted to think was still lust and fun and all those devilish pleasantries but this was not so much in that march. His heart felt a different steady thrum.

A soft hum escapes him as lips come to an ear, "so what more has he to fear?"

One hand left his, venturing to reach up and brush across his face and take hold behind his neck. Cheek turning in a vain hope to capture lips that teased beyond her owns reach.

"Nothing... but the ground." is her swift reply, though it is hard to sound cheeky when ones voice is an inch from a tremble. Sif could feel against her back the ever faintest beating of the heart she loved as well as her own. Or were it just her own pulse thudding so? It mattered not, for both were his.

"Shall I catch you then?"

He couldn't help but smile. Eyes move from her face to the sky and many things beyond it, many thoughts that he tries to forget too oft. He should not be trying to forget these things, but. Slowly exhale and let it all fall out again.

"I would like that," he speaks, fingers lightly moving along her so that she may face him. Pulling and pushing gently so their lips be just inchest, barely inches, maybe a thread away. To whisper, "If I were King you'd be the only Queen."

"You are King enough to me."

The tip of her nose brushes over his, lips parting when he drew nearer to accept his own to find he did not yet claim it.

Her mind was ever free of the things that plagued his. There was no doubts to darkened her own...not yet. So she holds her hands at the nape of his neck now that she faced him, her favored place to hold at him be it in this promising of a kiss or be it when his mouth were already at her throat and her legs about his waist.

"What lady could refuse then? Take me as your Queen...if you do so dare."
A smile coated her words, for she would certainly be the fiercest there ever were if such a thing were possible.

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