asgardcoda | MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

Who: Everyone!
What: The MINGLE LOG for Week One of the Asgard Eventide Reunion!
When: March 1-7
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please.

[ OOC NOTES: Whether you're making a return to the city or this is your first time setting foot into Asgard, the gods and Natives alike sure are happy to see you. This is a catch-all mingle log for Week One! Please check HERE for a run-down on what's cookin' this week. You can feel free to make your own headers, create your own events, or post your own logs elsewhere as you please. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the time/location of your character in the title of your comment.

As a note: we were super fortunate to have a few of our old NPC handlers volunteer to pick up their old Gods for the reunion! We currently have Hel, Heimdall, Baldr, Thor, Freyr, Mimir, Honir, Asgard!Loki, and also Frigg available for threading. If you'd like to request an appearance from one of these kids, please say so in the title of your comment. Some of us may make our own top-level as well, so be on the lookout for that! A million thanks to our NPC team for being so fantastic, we love and appreciate you so much.

Don't forget to check out the IC Inbox Mingle and the Network Post Mingle in the network comm! Let us know if you have any questions! ]

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That voice. Jack freezes immediately, his heart stopping in his chest- and it's like that day in the House of the Dead all over again. It's like hearing Ianto Jones' voice when the man had been dead six months already. Except he knows that here- here, in Asgard- it's possible for the dead to return and to stay, more than mere apparitions. More than the spirit of a man he'd loved who, instead of escaping into life given the chance, had sacrificed himself all over again for the good of the planet.

His breath tries to halt, and, before it can be noticed (at least, noticed by any of the strangers in the crowd around him) Jack turns, calling out with a leer to his tone; "It netted me you, didn't it?"

Ianto Jones. Alive. In Asgard with Jack again, except this time he's not going to let him go. Not like last time- both here in Asgard, and in the reality he'd returned to after.

Then he's moving, his feet taking him without conscious thought, in something like a dead run, to the other man, and he has no intentions of doing anything but taking him in his arms and kissing him as if he wants Ianto to be the last thing he ever sees, as if he wants the feel of Ianto's kiss on his lips to be the last thing he ever feels.

Ianto wants to open his mouth and quip something about how actually, he's fairly sure it had been more than just the other man's flirtations that had turned him on to him, but he isn't sure that he can quite get the words out. Not with Jack looking at him like that. Not with Jack breaking into a run towards him. Just about the only thing he can think of doing is bracing himself for the maelstrom that is Jack Harkness before the other man washes over him.

And wash over him he does, his arms sweeping around Ianto, his lips pressing against his own, all with such force that Ianto thinks he probably would have been swept off his feet, swept over backwards if Jack hadn't been holding on to him. If he hadn't wrapped his arms around the other man in response to the sudden contact. And wrap his arms he does, hands gripping in the other man's clothes as he kisses him back with everything that he has. Because it's the first touch he's felt in a long time, and in all honesty, if it's the last one he gets, by god does he want to make it count.

It's a kiss unlike any other they'd ever shared, unlike even any of some of the desperate kisses they'd had here in Asgard, because it had always been different before. He'd known Ianto was going to die, he'd even felt it in those very first few days, experienced it almost, through a vision, but he hadn't lived it. He hadn't had to wake up after death and know that he would never again hold Ianto Jones in his arms. That he would never again kiss him, never again stare into those gorgeous eyes, never hear that beautiful lilt, never watch his steady hands work, over the coffee machine, over his coat, over his own body as his hands worked over Ianto's body.

Oh he'd known Ianto was dead, would die. He'd even seen Ianto die here in Asgard, but- it wasn't the same. It wasn't nearly the same. Because Jack has lived that reality now. And here Ianto is, returned to him after that hopeless existence, and there is no way in the universe that Jack will ever let him go again, not even to save the galaxy itself. He's lost Ianto too many times, never again.

And it's that resolution, that drive, that need and longing for the man in his arms that he pours into his kiss, that desperation with which he held to the other man. That full blown love and desire that's laden in the all but frantic words against his lips between kisses and breaths;

"Ianto, god, Ianto, you're here."

Ianto thinks that if he could die in this moment, he'd be happy. Not that he'd be happy dying again, of course. But standing here in Jack's arms, he can sense that something has changed. He can sense that something is different between them. Maybe if he had his senses about him he could even step back and examine it all, figure out exactly how and why this kiss is so special, why it even feels like it. But he's rather busy enjoying himself in the moment, if it's all the same to anyone else. Enjoying himself and this man who he loves, who he's needed for god knows how long it had been since he'd died. The man who had needed him for perhaps longer still.

"I am," he soothes gently, his hands coming up to grip at Jack's shoulders, cup the back of his head, wrap around the back of him, and then make the circuit again, as though he can't quite figure out how he wants to hold on to him just that he does with everything that he has. "I'm right here, Jack. I'm..." He takes in a deep breath, tipping his head forward slightly so that he's less kissing than he is leaning against the other man and breathing in the same space that he is. "I'm so sorry..."

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