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This one was a very sweet story I wrote back in 2023 as a raffle prize for Riv (whose account I can't find now, so if anyone can provide me with a link, I'll update this description!). It used to be one of the exclusive stories for my Patreon.
Hope you guys enjoy it!
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“What are you staring at?”
Turning to the pair of prying eyes watching from the corner, a snarl starting to climb up his throat, Mimir had to make a huge effort not to bare his fangs at the cat he was sharing the elevator with. The feline quickly turned his back to him, almost cowering. When they reached their next stop and the doors opened, he quickly got off. Mimir could hear him fumbling with his keys down the corridor.
The wolverine had at least been expecting an answer. Perhaps he’d overreacted?
Sighing, a bit embarrassed now that the anger had subdued, he turned to the mirror and took a look at his reflection. He could understand why the cat might have been scared of him. Mimir was kinda big and his protruding lower fangs weren’t precisely welcoming. He’d always projected that menacing aura, he thought, and as such he’d learned to act accordingly.
The elevator stopped and the wolverine got off, heading for the door on the other side of the floor. He reached it and rang the doorbell, quickly placing his paws in his pockets. I suppose that’s why I’m here, he thought, trying to cheer himself up. However, the thought didn’t do much to lift his spirits.
The door opened a few seconds later, revealing a tiger more or less his size.
“Oh, you’re already here.”
“Is that a problem?” the wolverine asked. He hoped he’d sound worried and not aggressive.
The tiger’s smile widened.
“Not at all. Do come in.”
Mimir didn’t need to be told twice. He walked into the tiger’s office and sat on the couch, placing his paws on his knees and waiting impatiently. The first minutes of their sessions were always slightly uncomfortable. Mimir was still trying to get used to the fact that he was attending those.
“You look nervous today,” the tiger noted from behind. “More nervous than usual, that is.”
“Not my best day,” Mimir agreed.
The tiger walked by his side and sat in front of him, still smiling.
“Want to go straight to the point, then? We can pick it up where we left it the other day.”
The wolverine nodded, trying to find a good position on his seat and feeling a bit self-conscious in the process. The sooner he got out of there, the better.
“Ready?” the tiger asked.
“Yeah. Go on.”
Mimir remembered vaguely the previous session. The tiger had mentioned that was bound to happen, so he wasn’t particularly worried – and besides, he didn’t think the tiger was the kind of person that would take advantage of 0thers. He’d learned to trust him during their last sessions.
The tiger breathed in, his voice falling into a slower, calmer cadence.
“Alright then. Mimir, I need you to stop and smell the flowers.”
Those words weren’t spoken any differently, and yet, Mimir could feel them somehow pulling at something in his mind. Like a gentle tug from a string attached to a certain part of his brain, he could feel his body reacting as soon as he heard the phrase. The wolverine’s shoulders sank a bit, his breathing getting more slow and steady. His eyelids lowered down just a bit.
It wasn’t intense or sudden, so even Mimir could rationalize the effect of the trigger. He’d been incredulous when the tiger had first mentioned hypnosis, but now he was more willing to believe.
“Feeling good?” the tiger asked. Fuck, his voice is amazing, Mimir heard himself think.
Instead of vocalizing that thought, he just nodded.
“Good. I’m going to say it again. Mimir, stop and smell the flowers. Focus on that idea. I want you to imagine yourself doing just what that phrase evokes in your mind."
Mimir felt himself nodding again. The repetition of the trigger phrase had left his body more relaxed than before, his limbs loose and heavy. His paws were resting on his knees and his chin was lowering down, down – until it rested comfortably on his chest.
And then the tiger snapped his fingers. The wolverine’s ears perked up slightly at the sound, but then went back to their resting position, much like the rest of his body.
“Do you remember what the snaps do, Mimir?”
The wolverine nodded.
“They guide me deeper into the state of trance,” he recited. His voice sounded far away and slightly monotonous. Drowsy.
There was another snap.
“And what are these snaps doing now?”
“Guiding me deeper into the state of trance,” Mimir murmured, as if it were obvious. He could barely keep his eyes open at this point.
“That’s right. And as you go deeper into this state, you’ll find it much easier to just stop and smell the flowers. Can you picture yourself doing that now, Mimir?”
The wolverine nodded. The herbaceous scent was there, fresh and natural.
“We’re going to do an exercise now, Mimir. I want you to imagine you’re watching that scene from outside. You’re seeing the wolverine there. What’s he doing? What does he look like?”
Mimir hesitated for a second. A part of his mind knew there were no flowers, but the other was too focused following the tiger’s instructions and focusing on his sweet, gentle voice. It wasn’t hard to visualize the wolverine, lying face up with their eyes closed as their chest breathed in and out, lifting and sinking rhythmically with the motion.
“They’re… there, lying on the ground,” the wolverine explained with a thin voice. “On the grass. It’s so… soft and they’re just…”
“Relaxed?”
“… yeah…”
“And what do you think of them? Do they look scary to you?”
Mimir felt the urge to giggle softly. At first, they were tempted to fight that urge, but they ended up giving up.
“No…”
“They’re not scary at all, right?”
Mimir nodded.
“I bet they look very relaxed and comfortable,” the tiger continued. “Do you think it’s a bad thing they look so nice and laid back? Do you think they’re weak or invalid just for lying there on the grass?”
Mimir shook their head.
“Anybody would like to lie on the grass like them, don’t you agree?”
“Yeah…”
“I’m pretty sure you would like to take a nice, long nap with them. Just there, on the grass. Smelling the flowers. Relaxing. Everything’s okay, isn’t it? The wolverine you’re seeing, they’re okay.”
Mimir’s nod was a bit slower this time. The grass was really, really soft.
“And you will be able to do that in a moment, Mimir. But first, I’m going to ask a question. You will answer if and only if you feel comfortable doing so. Is that okay?”
“Yes…”
“Did anything happen today that made the wolverine nervous? Can you tell me about it?”
Mimir remained silent for a few seconds. In their state, producing thoughts or words was becoming increasingly hard.
“There… there was a cat,” they said. “On the elevator. And the cat was… looking at the wolverine when they weren’t paying attention. And they thought...”
They stopped there.
“What did they think, Mimir? You can tell me if you want.”
“They thought maybe the cat was scared of them,” the wolverine murmured. “They were afraid they were making the cat uncomfortable just by being there. And that the cat disliked the wolverine.”
Their words grew softer and softer as they reached the end of the sentence. Now, on the grass, the encounter didn’t feel as important as it had before.
The sound of the tiger chuckling reached the wolverine’s ears, which perked up momentarily again.
“Do you know what I think, Mimir?” the tiger asked, an amused note in his voice. “Why would you look at something you dislike? I believe the cat was glancing at the wolverine when they weren’t looking because they liked what they were seeing. Not because they disliked it, but the other way round. I think the cat found the wolverine… attractive.”
It took Mimir a few seconds to process the tiger’s words and then they giggled softly.
“Rea… really?”
“Mhm. So the wolverine can take it easy on themself, don’t you think?”
Mimir nodded, a smile on their lips.
“And now, as promised, you can spend some time with the wolverine, taking a nap on the soft, soft grass.” Mimir didn’t notice the tiger standing up or the paw resting gently on their shoulder. “Is there anything else you’d like to say before you go to sleep with them?”
The wolverine couldn’t think of anything.
“Hmm… Y-your voice is amazing,” was all they said in the end.
The tiger chuckled.
“Thanks.”
“You’re… welcome…”
There was another snap very close to his ear and Mimir felt themself falling, falling next to the wolverine, onto the hands of the relaxing smell of the flowers and the blanket of fresh, soft grass, where everything was okay.
And Mimir was happy.
Hope you guys enjoy it!
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“What are you staring at?”
Turning to the pair of prying eyes watching from the corner, a snarl starting to climb up his throat, Mimir had to make a huge effort not to bare his fangs at the cat he was sharing the elevator with. The feline quickly turned his back to him, almost cowering. When they reached their next stop and the doors opened, he quickly got off. Mimir could hear him fumbling with his keys down the corridor.
The wolverine had at least been expecting an answer. Perhaps he’d overreacted?
Sighing, a bit embarrassed now that the anger had subdued, he turned to the mirror and took a look at his reflection. He could understand why the cat might have been scared of him. Mimir was kinda big and his protruding lower fangs weren’t precisely welcoming. He’d always projected that menacing aura, he thought, and as such he’d learned to act accordingly.
The elevator stopped and the wolverine got off, heading for the door on the other side of the floor. He reached it and rang the doorbell, quickly placing his paws in his pockets. I suppose that’s why I’m here, he thought, trying to cheer himself up. However, the thought didn’t do much to lift his spirits.
The door opened a few seconds later, revealing a tiger more or less his size.
“Oh, you’re already here.”
“Is that a problem?” the wolverine asked. He hoped he’d sound worried and not aggressive.
The tiger’s smile widened.
“Not at all. Do come in.”
Mimir didn’t need to be told twice. He walked into the tiger’s office and sat on the couch, placing his paws on his knees and waiting impatiently. The first minutes of their sessions were always slightly uncomfortable. Mimir was still trying to get used to the fact that he was attending those.
“You look nervous today,” the tiger noted from behind. “More nervous than usual, that is.”
“Not my best day,” Mimir agreed.
The tiger walked by his side and sat in front of him, still smiling.
“Want to go straight to the point, then? We can pick it up where we left it the other day.”
The wolverine nodded, trying to find a good position on his seat and feeling a bit self-conscious in the process. The sooner he got out of there, the better.
“Ready?” the tiger asked.
“Yeah. Go on.”
Mimir remembered vaguely the previous session. The tiger had mentioned that was bound to happen, so he wasn’t particularly worried – and besides, he didn’t think the tiger was the kind of person that would take advantage of 0thers. He’d learned to trust him during their last sessions.
The tiger breathed in, his voice falling into a slower, calmer cadence.
“Alright then. Mimir, I need you to stop and smell the flowers.”
Those words weren’t spoken any differently, and yet, Mimir could feel them somehow pulling at something in his mind. Like a gentle tug from a string attached to a certain part of his brain, he could feel his body reacting as soon as he heard the phrase. The wolverine’s shoulders sank a bit, his breathing getting more slow and steady. His eyelids lowered down just a bit.
It wasn’t intense or sudden, so even Mimir could rationalize the effect of the trigger. He’d been incredulous when the tiger had first mentioned hypnosis, but now he was more willing to believe.
“Feeling good?” the tiger asked. Fuck, his voice is amazing, Mimir heard himself think.
Instead of vocalizing that thought, he just nodded.
“Good. I’m going to say it again. Mimir, stop and smell the flowers. Focus on that idea. I want you to imagine yourself doing just what that phrase evokes in your mind."
Mimir felt himself nodding again. The repetition of the trigger phrase had left his body more relaxed than before, his limbs loose and heavy. His paws were resting on his knees and his chin was lowering down, down – until it rested comfortably on his chest.
And then the tiger snapped his fingers. The wolverine’s ears perked up slightly at the sound, but then went back to their resting position, much like the rest of his body.
“Do you remember what the snaps do, Mimir?”
The wolverine nodded.
“They guide me deeper into the state of trance,” he recited. His voice sounded far away and slightly monotonous. Drowsy.
There was another snap.
“And what are these snaps doing now?”
“Guiding me deeper into the state of trance,” Mimir murmured, as if it were obvious. He could barely keep his eyes open at this point.
“That’s right. And as you go deeper into this state, you’ll find it much easier to just stop and smell the flowers. Can you picture yourself doing that now, Mimir?”
The wolverine nodded. The herbaceous scent was there, fresh and natural.
“We’re going to do an exercise now, Mimir. I want you to imagine you’re watching that scene from outside. You’re seeing the wolverine there. What’s he doing? What does he look like?”
Mimir hesitated for a second. A part of his mind knew there were no flowers, but the other was too focused following the tiger’s instructions and focusing on his sweet, gentle voice. It wasn’t hard to visualize the wolverine, lying face up with their eyes closed as their chest breathed in and out, lifting and sinking rhythmically with the motion.
“They’re… there, lying on the ground,” the wolverine explained with a thin voice. “On the grass. It’s so… soft and they’re just…”
“Relaxed?”
“… yeah…”
“And what do you think of them? Do they look scary to you?”
Mimir felt the urge to giggle softly. At first, they were tempted to fight that urge, but they ended up giving up.
“No…”
“They’re not scary at all, right?”
Mimir nodded.
“I bet they look very relaxed and comfortable,” the tiger continued. “Do you think it’s a bad thing they look so nice and laid back? Do you think they’re weak or invalid just for lying there on the grass?”
Mimir shook their head.
“Anybody would like to lie on the grass like them, don’t you agree?”
“Yeah…”
“I’m pretty sure you would like to take a nice, long nap with them. Just there, on the grass. Smelling the flowers. Relaxing. Everything’s okay, isn’t it? The wolverine you’re seeing, they’re okay.”
Mimir’s nod was a bit slower this time. The grass was really, really soft.
“And you will be able to do that in a moment, Mimir. But first, I’m going to ask a question. You will answer if and only if you feel comfortable doing so. Is that okay?”
“Yes…”
“Did anything happen today that made the wolverine nervous? Can you tell me about it?”
Mimir remained silent for a few seconds. In their state, producing thoughts or words was becoming increasingly hard.
“There… there was a cat,” they said. “On the elevator. And the cat was… looking at the wolverine when they weren’t paying attention. And they thought...”
They stopped there.
“What did they think, Mimir? You can tell me if you want.”
“They thought maybe the cat was scared of them,” the wolverine murmured. “They were afraid they were making the cat uncomfortable just by being there. And that the cat disliked the wolverine.”
Their words grew softer and softer as they reached the end of the sentence. Now, on the grass, the encounter didn’t feel as important as it had before.
The sound of the tiger chuckling reached the wolverine’s ears, which perked up momentarily again.
“Do you know what I think, Mimir?” the tiger asked, an amused note in his voice. “Why would you look at something you dislike? I believe the cat was glancing at the wolverine when they weren’t looking because they liked what they were seeing. Not because they disliked it, but the other way round. I think the cat found the wolverine… attractive.”
It took Mimir a few seconds to process the tiger’s words and then they giggled softly.
“Rea… really?”
“Mhm. So the wolverine can take it easy on themself, don’t you think?”
Mimir nodded, a smile on their lips.
“And now, as promised, you can spend some time with the wolverine, taking a nap on the soft, soft grass.” Mimir didn’t notice the tiger standing up or the paw resting gently on their shoulder. “Is there anything else you’d like to say before you go to sleep with them?”
The wolverine couldn’t think of anything.
“Hmm… Y-your voice is amazing,” was all they said in the end.
The tiger chuckled.
“Thanks.”
“You’re… welcome…”
There was another snap very close to his ear and Mimir felt themself falling, falling next to the wolverine, onto the hands of the relaxing smell of the flowers and the blanket of fresh, soft grass, where everything was okay.
And Mimir was happy.
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