Was thinking about the totally rad Norse myth posts and how they relate to the plot of season three, I just had a thought:
- Aiden and Ethan as the two wolves, Sköll and Hati, who’re Fenrir’s sons
- Sköll chases the sun, Sól, trying to eat her
- Hati chases Sól’s brother, the moon, Máni
- Danny’s last name is Mahealani, which I can’t remember the specific meaning for that had been given, but I keep seeing Heavenly Moonlight or variations of it?
- At Ragnarök, Sköll and Hati succeed in eating both Sól and Máni
Warnings: contains spanking and assplay
Stiles has been planted on his knees on the side of the room, which is cavernous and dark except for a bit of soft white lighting from high up on the ceiling. It looks like it could have been a small factory space — all concrete flooring and walls made of brick and steel frame — but it’s been converted easily. Its harshness has been softened by plush couches, rugs, benches — the steel ignored in favor of polished wood X frames and swings made of leather and chains.
He feels intimidated just being here, kneeling on a soft bit of carpet while someone else gets spanked while bent over a bench on the other side of the room. Her cries are loud and enthusiastic and so entrancing that Stiles doesn’t notice being approached until the sight of her spanking has been blocked off by a pair of legs. Stiles straightens from where he’d been leaning to keep the girl in sight and looks up.
“Deucalion,” the man introduces himself as, holding a hand down for Stiles to shake. He takes goes down to one knee next to Stiles and pushes a pair of sunglasses further up on his nose. “You seem new.”
Stiles shakes Deucalion’s hand, gives his name, and says, “A little new, yes.”
The shouts from the other side of the room become abruptly loud, sharper, and Deucalion turns toward it, listening. “Are you scared?” he asks Stiles.
“No,” Stiles says.
Deucalion turns back to him quickly, though, attention snared. “Would you like to be?”
Stiles’ heart pounds abruptly. Deucalion’s mouth is curled into a little smile, hopeful perhaps, but mostly predatory — enjoying the way Stiles’ eyes go wide and the way his breath catches.
“Sure,” Stiles finds himself saying. “Yes. Thrill me.”