A Picture is Worth... Meme.

[yohko]

A Picture is Worth.... Meme
This ain't your mama's meme. Forget your RNG, forget your tired old prompts.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's easy. Comment with your character. Then go comment around.
But instead of pre-filled prompts with words or numbers, you find a gif or image (any gif/image from any canon or scenario you please) that sets the scene.
The picture is the prompt.

WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY. AND POSSIBLY NSFW AND THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS.
Some images will not be able to be hidden behind cuts, so please be aware that triggery material may be found within.

If you post an image that is violent or sexual in nature please LINK it, do not embed it into the comment.
<a href="http://IMAGEURL" _fcksavedurl="http://IMAGEURL">TRIGGER WARNING GOES HERE</a>
Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.
<img src="IMAGE URL" _fcksavedurl="IMAGE URL"width="400"><br />

Good resources for images/gifs are weheartit or tumblr. For not so safe for work gifs/images go here and here.

Original Meme here.

Comments

[beworthy]

Afterwards. [ he echoes, his voice caught breathless with longing and with pleasure and with pain, his cock thrust deep within Loki, slick and full, plunging, plundering steadily, taking and taking of all the sweetness his prince of winter could offer him. Never again his king, not here. That must never be; never again must Loki place his hands on him in mastery, or make Thor spread his golden thighs and yield himself for him, for surely he will forget and forgo his own kingship for all the sweetness of being Loki's thrall, and thus wither away to nothing once more.

So he will master instead, and bind Loki to him, and keep the winter ever beside the throne of summer, leashed to his loving hand, that if cold and pain and darkness should follow him that too will be Thor's to rein short.

His body lays heavily upon Loki's, his kisses as ruthless and plundering as his cock, as his strong arms holding Loki's thighs apart. How sweet this soft tight hole which clasps around him, sweeter than any other lover's Thor has ever known, for no matter who shared his bed there was always an emptiness, a hollowness in being with them, a rift within him where his beloved had been. Eventually he withdrew from the palace to this ascetic's hut and taken no lovers at all. Solitude was preferable, when he could not have the one he loved. ]

My heart. [ His lips brush Loki's softly, his hips drive relentlessly forth. He has never felt so potent, so full of power and life as when the prince of winter is spread beneath him. Perhaps there will be more children for them yet; perhaps this time he will sow his beloved instead, and see him ripe as summer fruit hanging heavy upon the vine. ]

[treachery]

A garden, perhaps. For the winter-king to tend.

[ says Loki, his voice a whisper. He laughs, soft and sharp, and yet there is sweetness in the curl of his mouth as he drinks from Thor's lips. ]

With blooms of ice and vines of black frost.

[ His breath catches when Thor bears him hence; he shifts like the ripple of light upon rushing water, fitting himself into Thor's hands. ]

There, a scant patch of land where I may pour my cruelty forth without consequence. [ And his legs hitch upwards, tightening about Thor's torso, dragging each thrust to its brutal apex. Once, he had shattered Thor apart upon his bed of white fur — today, he will allow Thor to do the same to him. He needs no master but that of Thor's warmth weighing inescapable upon him, no pleasure other than the thrust of Thor's body upon his own. He speaks breathlessly and without thought, his mind lost in his body's yearning. ]

The ugliest garden ever to grow. Will you allow it?

[beworthy]

If you wish it so.

[ A groan, a straining, Thor piercing deep and ruthless, plunging within his sweet errant lover, the dark creature he once fled from, whose body between his hands is all he has ever wanted. Loki's white thighs are tight around his body, binding him, binding himself to Thor. He is ever to be his, now, to be shackled to him, the leash round his throat, the end in Thor's hands. To kneel at his feet and have pleasure from his hand, only from his hand. ]

But by your crafting, my love— [ Breathless, Thor takes his mouth with a brief hot plunge of his tongue, taking and taking of the cold sweet taste of him, and then speaking again: ] By your crafting I can only imagine it beautiful.

[ The twisting ice and vine, the black soil, the glitter of frost. Perhaps Loki will lead him through it hand in hand, and show him all his creation, and lay himself down upon the hard cold earth to be loved. ]