saltandlimes

I did! While Freed isn’t the first to do this by a long shot, I’m excited for a few big reasons. First, as far as I can tell, this is going to be available across makers and shapes – so it’s going to be accessible to any foot. This is a big deal because in the past companies have only offered a few options in true flesh tones for darker skin.

This is also exciting because of what it signals to students. While pro and pre-pro dancers will be pancaking their shoes till kingdom come because of the customizability, many 11-14 year olds don’t have the time or know-how. Freed is signaling to those young dancers that they’re wanted and included in the ballet community, which is a nice step for POC. (Note, not only women wear pointe shores, and also this primarily matters to darker skinned POC, who are really the demographic that isn’t being reached to begin with.)

cuddleslutloki:

since y’all liked that jotun!thor/aesir!loki ficlet and i’m currently on lunch lmao

The word runt should’ve meant that Thor was small, Loki thought. Perhaps Thor was small for a Jotun, but gods was still so massive. Half Vanir, half Jotun, ten feet tall with a great hammer at his belt and an ax on his back. Both weapons were bigger than Loki.

He was a brute, a savage, and he knelt at Loki’s feet to kiss his hand. Loki wanted to eat him. Thor’s bright red eyes gleamed at him and he knew at once the sentiment was returned.

Laufey cleared his throat and welcome Odin-king and Thor-prince to the realm. Jotunheim was a valuable ally, so the visit was important, an incredibly delicate diplomatic affair since the Jotnar hardly ever left their home. But all Loki could think about was how thick Thor must be underneath that fur skirt he wore.

Loki smiled sweetly when his father introduced him, and Thor smirked. A handsome beast.

•

Thor had yet to be defeated by a single warrior that Asgard could produce. More than just his size and fortitude, he was so fast. Quick as a biting winter wind, quick as lightning, which he yielded with ease on top of his natural powers. Loki’s mouth watered watching him fight. Even in such a hostile climate he was so effective. What must he look like on Jotunheim? A planet that hardly ever has sunlight, where you can only tell where a frost giant stands if they open their eyes.

He was probably terrifying. Loki crossed his legs to suppress the interest in his groin.

The wind blew past him and over to Thor, and Loki watched as those gem-like eyes snapped right to him. Thor’s nostrils flared and he grinned lewdly. Oh hel. He knew.

•

Loki walked into his apartments and found a huge chest standing in the middle of his antechamber. Huge in the sense that it was almost twice his height. A giant had to have… oh.

He grinned and forced the chest open with magic and almost fell over when he saw what was inside. There wasn’t a word for it in any language he knew, but it was the metal that helped make the Casket of Ancient Winters, and the same metal that helped make Thor’s weapons.

The possibility for the ore was endless and Loki was looking at a piece that could supply half of Asgard’s army with swords. He looked at the lid of the chest and smiled when he saw the name engraved over the lock.

Thor.

•

If Loki thought that gift would be the only, he was underestimating Thor’s hunger.

A book older than their fathers filled from cover to cover with Jotnar spells no outsider knew, spells not even the Alfish mages would remember. But now Loki had them.

Next was a necklace made of very thin white gold, dotted with living gems, cousins of the infinity stones that their realms guarded jealously.

If this was Thor’s idea of courting, it was working.

•

Thor and Odin left much too soon for Loki’s liking, but Laufey announced they would be back in the Autumn for the harvest feast. Loki made sure Thor saw him wearing the necklace.

•

Seven months. Loki had waited seven months, and in that time was still finding random gifts just dropped off into his chambers. He’d even sent some back. Mostly weapons, but sometimes pieces of information about legendary beasts that Thor could hunt down.

The game was good, but seeing Thor again was better.

“Fair prince,” Thor greeted, again kneeling down to kiss Loki’s hand.

Loki smiled and made sure to show off the pair of earrings Thor had given him just last week. “Fearsome prince.”

Thor’s eyes set him on fire from the inside.

•

It was rude to skip a feast, he knew, but at least he and Thor would be in trouble together if any trouble was to be had.

Loki hadn’t put up any spells, so anyone who walked down the corridor would hear him. He wanted them to. More than that, he wanted them to hear Thor grunting and growling, to hear the scrape of his bed frame across his stone floor. Maybe they could break it.

Thor’s cock was so big Loki felt like he was being hollowed out. It rubbed right up against his prostate and made him steadily leak cum, something which delighted Thor to no end.

“So small,” he panted, his teeth sharp when he smiled.

Loki’s eyes rolled back into his head, he could hardly breathe, “you’re so big.”

No one else would be good enough after this, they couldn’t be. Loki wailed as he came, back arching and body stretched to its limit. If he let himself he was sure he could slip right through the roots of Yggdrasil, fall away into the light and reappear in some other world and fuck whichever version of Thor lived there as well.

Thor stilled inside him and Loki felt the sudden jerking of that fat, hard cock spilling inside him. The sound Thor made was something no Aesir could hope to imitate. Loki had heard that the Jotnar could growl like beasts, but he thought it was supposed to be a war cry.

This was a better use.

•

Eight days later Laufey announced that Helbindi would ascend to the throne of Asgard, and in the same announcement proclaimed that Loki was set to be wed to Thor-prince. A great murmur broke out in the hall, and as Odin stood to explain his people’s customs, Loki looked at Thor and winked.

Thor smiled and winked back.