"My lord, PLEEEASSSE turn off your Casket of Ancient Winters! I'm freezing!!" He chuckles. "I thought you wanted to chill awhile, magic girl." "Not funny, my lord! Unlike you, I'm not a Frost Giant." "I know how to warm you up, my love." "Hmmm ... that could be fun."

"My lord, I have a question." He sends me a suspicious look. "Go on, pet." "These names ... did they include terms of endearment, like honey, sweetheart, or darling?" He glares a moment before responding. "Just don't call me DEAR." I bite my lip to stop me from smiling

"My lord ... am I on the naughty or nice list?" He chuckles darkly, a sharp glint in his eye and a slight smirk on his lips as he considers my question. "I have no interest in the *nice* list, pet. Now come here and I'll show you how naughty you've been." I try not to rush.

He looks at me approvingly. "My Lady Odin has been busy. But perhaps a bit TOO busy, I think. I've missed you, pet." Mixed emotions compete for expression on my face. "You taught me to be powerful, my lord. And I'm enjoying it." "Then keep soaring, my love." "Yes, my lord."

I hear him approaching me from behind as I furiously type on my laptop. He stops and reads what I'm writing. "Your claws are sharp today, pet." "Yes! The wailing sound of shattered illusions excites me." He chuckles softly. "Well, then. Carry on, my love."

Mission accomplished, my lord.

So easy to lose time watching this loop endlessly. I see variations of this look a lot from him.

"I'm not sure who is the cuter one in this image play, my lord. You or the pooch." "Grrrrrr ..."

I chuckle at the little joke he makes at his own expense. "My lord, I'm guessing you had some fun today at Thor's expense again?" "Yes, pet. It's the fastest way I know how to feel better." "No snakes, then?" "Nary a one, magic girl. Not even the illusion of one."

"You're welcome, my lord. I'll lend you my hair elastic any time you need to tie your hair back."

"My lord?" "Yes, pet" "I have this really pesky friend ..." He grumbles, "Don't we all." "So how do *you* handle them?" He chuckles darkly. "I just stab them, pet. Problem solved. For a while." I sigh dramatically. "Oh, if it were only so easy, my lord."

If you ever see a conversation between myself and MM 🇦🇺, you should follow the thread. They're often better than the original post. This one for instance ... x.com/lokabrenning/s… ... which may or may not be concluded.

I am agog when I see him. "Er, excuse me, my lord, but what the fuck?!" He enjoys my discombobulation, sending me one of his irritating smirks. He leans forward and asks in a salacious tone ... "What is it, pet? Do you have something you wish to confess?" "Everything!"

"My lord, do you have a court appearance on Midgard? Did you ride your Chitauri sled too fast through their city?" He snarls at my sass. "Respect, pet. Or there WILL be consequences." "Well you look very handsome, my lord. As always. Remember to call me if you need bail."

I startle when I hear a masculine cough immediately behind me. I blush at being caught out. "Explain." He doesn't waste words. "Er ... He's just so handsome, my lord. I couldn't stop looking at this picture of him." "I'll give you a reason to stop, pet. Over my knee." Yikes!

Sigh ... Oops! You won't be telling on me, will you? You wouldn't want me to get into even MORE trouble?

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"Stay still, pet. I don't wish to hurt you ... unnecessarily." His low chuckle doesn't sound quite mischievous right now. "So you're suggesting I should be worried, my lord?" "Quite." Yikes!

Had to share this ... Is this accurate? :D