#ThorxLoki

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Fanfic: Chains

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Uncle Loki & Nephew Thor...🤧

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[darkellaine]

Pining

[andyzaffqueer]

Thor and Loki taking a bath. #Thorki

I wanted to draw something quick. I still love them. 

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The Silvertongue and The Thunderer

by CypressTiger

Loki was raised to expect a future as spouse to a foreign dignitary. Thor was raised to expect a future as a glorious warrior for Asgard. Neither was prepared for what the future had in store.

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I really enjoyed this fic. The first half for me is the strongest, the world building for Jotunheim and Loki's impossible task are well crafted and really evoke the wonder and grandeur of a classic fairytale/myth. But, it is clear that this is a 7 year fic. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, completing a project of this magnitude is a huge achievement and it is well made. It is simply clear by the end of the fic that the author wanted it finished and their love for the ship/fandom had diminished significantly over those 7 years, and the author says as much in their notes. What it means for the reader is that Thor evolves mostly off screen, which might have worked if in earlier sections he was less monstrous... but in this adaptation he exists in two intense, semi-connected extremes. Everything else about the fic I was really loving.

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[shadow-turtle-234]

IT'S LOKI'S B-DAY! TIME TO CELEBRATE!

[thelastbarricade]

Summary:

' I have lost a brother, and gained an enemy.

How is this fair?

How is this trial?

You’re all I’ve ever wanted:

All. '

Warnings: Angst / brotherly feels - One shot

Pairing: Thor x Loki

Authors Notes: I'm bringing this back in the hopes of refreshing some of my works from a03 on here for inspiration!

This fic is from 2013, so please pardon the dust as I begin my writing anew. It's set sometime before The Dark World and a little after the ending of the first Avengers film.

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The winding hallway panned out before Thor, stunted rays of golden light feathered in from the windowed rooms beyond the halls stone walled confines. As he strode down them, Mjolnir loosely in his grip, there was no hesitation in the blonde’s step. No disconcertion or doubt or regret in his wake. No pride or pity. No punishment lay in wait for the actions to be brought forth in the once God-turned-King. He should have been busying himself with other issues. Other concerns. The trial awaited him, awaited them both. Just two days. Two. The thought ripped a low growl from the Norse God, causing him to pause in mid-step.     No one else had faith in Thors’ cause. In his request upon he and Loki’s return to Asguard many had advised Thor against any further involvement, against trying to save a soul destined for self-destruction and exile. Hard-headed oaf. Numb-skulled quim. Stubborn and stupid. Loki himself would have spoken those names aloud should he had heard of his brothers faith in him, surely.  Of his brothers sole calling of the moment—his burden to bear. It had always, in short, been the younger boy. The now war-criminal-trickster-turned -prisoner with the serpent green hues and Cheshire grin: that was Thor’s weakness. The man who was still very much still just a wounded boy needing protection. Protection only a  brother could provide. It sickened Thor to think that somehow he had failed. Somewhere along the lines he had simply not been enough. With Loki in lock down on the home front, all should have been over with, calmed; but Thor was at more of a conflict with himself than ever before. He had thought his brother dead. Thought his younger half lost, and in some way it had been easier. To not see your failures, see your mistakes and your undoing to be done—it had been…an ignorant bliss to the blonde. But like a ghost, very much so, Loki had returned. Captured, beaten, broken as he was, but very much alive he remained. Remained like some pent up diseased leper, hidden within the confines of his once home.   More responsibility, more burdens would fall upon our dear Asguardian King-to-be yet, however. It was clear in the Norse Gods appearance. He had lost a bit of his bulk personality-wise; his swaying ways, his poise of sorts. He remained quiet oddly, on most days, in dinner and in conversation. The rest of the Warriors had the courtesy to pay no mind, to follow their King with understanding and faith—but the toll it took had grown in the past weeks since Thor's return. Faith was being questioned, doubted—and Thor knew he was walking a thin line for all. He couldn’t bring himself to care. There was a task at hand he needed to fulfill to right himself. To right Asguard as a whole.  In his mind he had let his brother fall to this shame, this sickness and insanity; Thor would have to lay him out before the court for his criminal war-crimes, let all that should be and will be simply…exist.  Thor could not simply give in like such. He was an Odinson. A warrior under all pretenses of the name. He would fight—fight for the name whispered in the nights alongside laughter and musings as children. Fight for the name called out across training fields and slurred lovingly within merry drunken comedies. Loki. For Loki he would fight.    His boots clattered against the tile floors as his worn steps dragged along—heavy, burdened. Alone he had gone, down into the depths of the holding cells that existed deep within the Asguardian castle-like walls. Alone Thor had decided that not all was lost. Lost. Misguided. That is how he chose to think of his little brother. His responsibility. Alone he had thought.  Alone he had fought for the smaller male’s freedom. Alone he would forever be on his fight.   The blonde Norse God was clad in very little, considering the occasion. A simple vest, studded with a stainless steel Armadillo-reminiscent war-wear chain mail.  Grey. Dark. Cold.  Almost colorless was the Gods golden frame and demeanor. Even his glacier hues and luminescent locks had somehow faded in the days passed since. Thor

turned toward a gold pleated frame. Cherry-wood graced the lining of the cell, vibrant and daring—fitting for such a prisoner. Prisoner. No, fitting—in fact—for his brother. A Prince. An heir. An Odinson. Thor flicked his hand over the lock of the room, the lavish cage that held his other. The key at his throat was heavy in sudden. The God clenched his jaw, ripping the thin lanyard from his throat and unlatching the series of barriers holding him from the sight he longed to see.  —   The room was encased to ensure that no amount of magic or trickery sustained within its walls could ever break free. A sad, sad sight in the face of Loki Laufeyson, to say the least. The muzzle around his jaw had been drawn far too tight. The metal clenched his mouth shut in an unbreakable, painful hold. He had tasted the metallic tinges of blood here and there during his arrival. He longed to speak; to burn, insult and strike with the power of his elements. A muzzle. Infuriating, it was. Like a domesticated animal to be trained—subjugated—taught its place. On Midguard at least he could be revered, even in his hiding. Here he was caged. Here he was the enemy—the freak—the traitor and the disease on a Kingdoms perfection.   The raven haired Odinson arched his aching back at the foot of his bed, chains rattling on his connected wrists at the motion. The sound echoed out across the room, his cell, his prison. He refused to let himself enjoy any of the luxuries Thor had ordered to him. Refused to sleep on the silken sheets laid out for him. Refused to dress himself in anything other than his tattered green and gold war-wear.   This room--a damned extravagance--was insulting to the Jotun born sorcerer. He would have rather a traitors cell. A barred cage. The trickster gave his shackles a small shake, the ringing remaining always in his ears. He pulled at the rings, feeling the vibration against his ankles and against his chamber bed. Like a dog. Like a damned animal. A soft hiss broke through his lips, stinging with the friction the metal springs and guiding that held his mouth shut, gave.  The younger mans’ slender frame rippled, anger growing once more. He was not yet defeated. He refused to let himself remain at the hands of the All-Father and Thor. A small smirk perked up on the Gods lips at the thought of his not-brother. The Would-be and should-be King exiled, brought back, and forgiven. Yes, Loki knew Thor would be King. After his trial, after the ashes cleared from the air and Loki’s name no longer burdened his families…Thor would take the title like he should have, leaving Loki like he’d always been—Second best. Never to be an equal.   A soft whirl of fresh air blew around the trickster and he sat down beside the towering end-board of his bed. The door of his ‘cell’ revealed a flicker of light, cut off by a towering form with hues so opposing to his own. Loki’s teeth ground tighter; more metal slipping in at the corners of his mouth, the younger Prince’s expression remained stoic.    His tongue shifted against his canines. How he longed to speak, to thank his dear not-brother for the visit—nearly three weeks into his confinement. Thor truly knew how to show his affection, did he not? But Loki had waited. He had known his other would come for him in the end, as always.  —   Loki’s cypress greens flashed with a silver edge as he watched the blonde shut the door behind him, observing the soft ‘click’ of the locks sliding back into their place. Smart boy, the trickster mused in his thoughts. Seems like the standing of our trust runs both ways, Thor.   Thor slipped the key into the joint of his hip beneath his tight combat pant waistband. His eyes steadied themselves on the sight before him, no hesitance, no bracing. His steps were soft as he set Mjolnir down on the bedside before Loki, kneeling, examining. The smell of food met his sense, bitter and aged. He caught sight of the rotting plate and sighed. Loki was known for going weeks without food, pent up in the library or the study among his books, but his other looked ill now.

Deathly so.   Loki’s sharp cheekbones had hallowed. They sat like near razors pent up beneath his porcelain flesh. The raven haired man before Thor looked up to him with darkening eyes. Stains of purple and grey mottled his eyes in slight. Weeks. It had been weeks since their return. Thor had come late to his brothers side, he knew, and judging from the seething flickers in Loki’s glance, he did too. But there had been much to calm on the front…including his own mind. He could not have helped Loki then. He could barely help himself.   Thor slipped a finger along the curve of Loki’s jaw, causing the trickster to jerk back out of instinct.   “I mean you no harm, brother.” Thor hushed him, trying to hide the pain in his rejection with a low growl. His voice was worn, his expression even more so--much to the amusement of his other. The blonde ran the pad of his index over the soft metallic clutch that held the jaw confinement in place and pressed down.    Loki bit back a hiss at the pressure caused. A muffled curse flew from him at the sensation of the metal fixings biting into the corners of his mouth. The coils unraveled in agonizing slow, the pressure releasing him from its hold. His jaw pushed forward as the binding slipped from him. The Jotun sorcerer let his head lull back for a moment, licking the trickling blood from his lips as a rumbled laugh escaped his bruised lips; candy-apple red they were, even in the dim lighting. ”And I suppose that was your peace offering, Thor? A bit of freedom for the Jotun-freak, hmm?” Loki rose his shackled wrists up, stroking the bruising settling in on his cheeks. “If you were expecting my gratitude,” He continued, slender fingers rounding his chin. “I assure you--you will get none.” A smile played on the tricksters lips, small, almost innocent. His eyes flashed once more. Brightening. ”I do not expect that from you. Not after the weeks of confinement you-” “Ah, yes. Weeks.” Loki straightened himself with a cough. “All the while the rest of the Kingdom and you, may I remind, went about their ways; celebrating and cheering on the soon-to-be-Kings coming reign and his war criminal catch.” There was no pause, no room for Thor to speak as Loki continued, chin tilting up, expression curious. “Surely this visit can not be consensual, not-brother?” A sneer ended his sentence as he lean back against the bed.   Thor stifled a recoil at his brothers words. Not-brother? It should have been expected, but that did not soften the blow the God of thunder felt in his chest. The restriction of his breath was small, but he knew visible all the more.

[hjbender]

Sorry to bother you, but I’m looking for a thorki fic, and I haven’t been able to find it anywhere. It’s a 3-4 chapters long fic featuring intersex Loki and arranged marriage. On their wedding night (chapter 3?), they have to have public sex to prove Loki is a virgin. There was a mention about a swatch of fabric that was laid down to prove virginity. Sadly I don’t remember the title or author at all. Does this ring any bells? Thank you 💚

Sound like An Unplanned Life by dorkylokifan (who is also our esteemed @ao3feed-thorki, and a much better fic finder than me) might be the story you’re looking for, anon!

I’m also quite certain I’ve read other arranged marriage thorki fics that may or may not have included elements of public sex and proof of lost virginity, so if anyone reading this has a suggestion to offer anon–and because we love all the delicious and unique thorki cakes no matter their similar ingredients–please speak up and let the cake carnage commence!

[shinisfanart]

Who is a good boi?

[paceprompting]

Prompts Open!!

I have a lot of free time now that I’ve graduated and would love to write more drabbles or ficlets, or anything else like that. So, if you would like me to write something please comment below or message me. :)

 I’ll put ships and other important things in the tags, but for right now, the only real rule I have for this is please be as detailed as possible. I want to write the perfect thing for whoever requests something and it would be very helpful. Other than that, have a great day. 

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Thor smirked as he watched the man leave before turning back to the Jötun to see a similar amused smirk on his pretty face. Thor drew in a small gasp. Was it possible that the Jötun could understand him? He certainly looked similar enough to himself, if it weren't for the colour and the horns. He looked around himself to make sure he was alone with the Jötun before he silently asked, "Can you understand me?" There was nothing showing on the Jötun's face to reveal if he understood him or not, but Thor tried again. "I think you do. I think you found it funny when I told that man off." The Jötun still wouldn't show that he comprehended anything but atleast he was still looking at him instead of away. "You're not a mindless beast, are you? Not like the animals they have here. You are too aware of things. And you don't deserve to be locked up like this. My name is Thor. What's yours?" Summary: A travelling zoo has arrived and young Thor falls for the captured Jötun runt they have on display.... Note: This is a very short and cute little fic and suited for all readers unlike my other fics. Needed to write this like a breath of fresh air. :) Warnings: None :D Pairings: Thor/Loki one-sided

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Looking for Loki

Fanfic taking place after infinity war, canon divergence

Part 1:

"When we were younger Loki was excellent at hide and seek. He would go outside and turn into various green animals. If I found him, he would get upset and try to stab me. But I fear this time I won't ever find him."

Thanos had been defeated and everyone else was brought back, except Loki. Thor refused to believe he died on that ship with Heimdall. Thor would spend all his time trying to find his beloved brother and everyone understood that. Bruce and Valkyrie did their best to help him but they had other responsibilities too. Everyone was concerned for Thor and wanted to help so they indulged in his search for his brother. 

Thor sat outside in his garden surrounded by the many green creatures that had been brought to him. None of them were Loki but Thor still liked to sit and talk to them. Behind him the sun was setting on the Avengers headquarters. A green snake was curled around his hand and in the low light the snake's emerald scales glowed. Thor had always had a soft spot for snakes. This snake in particular was his favorite. Deep in thought Thor ran over all the reasons why Loki could still be hiding. Did he know that Thanos was gone? Did he know it was safe to come back? Did he know how much his brother missed him? Did he know the pain Thor was in? How every night Thor dreamed of being with his brother again? How morning he would wake up and be crushed by the reality that it was just a dream? 

Thor didn't realize he was crying until the tears were streaming down his cheeks and he choked for air. His hands shook and balled into fists as the snake slipped through his fingers. Why would Loki leave him like this? He thought he had been used to his brother fake dying every other year. This time things felt different and Thor tried his hardest to ignore the fact that his brother was dead. He wouldn't believe it and he would keep looking.

Soft footsteps approached him from behind and he didn't bother to turn, he just wiped away his tear. "Thor look what I have brought you," Valkyrie said in a soft voice holding out a small green frog. "He hopped right up to me on the road," she sounded hopeful. Thor turned and glanced at the frog, in a sad tired tone he replied, "Its not him." The frog hopped from Valkyrie's out stretched hands and away into the garden. 

Thor stood and walked past Valkyrie out of the garden. As he passed he said in a hushed tone, "Thank you." Valkyrie said nothing and followed Thor back inside their headquarters. Thor was the only one who took residence in the building. Everyone else either had an apartment or house. The team was spread out and only ever met up when it was really important. Steve and Bucky were happy living together in Wakanda and preferred not to travel. Tony had decided to start a family with Pepper and everyone else was off doing their own thing. Thor wasn't ready to move on till he found his brother. Once inside the building Thor had a workout followed by dinner and a couple drinks. He always slept rather soundly and dreamed of his brother.

This continued for months and at one point Tony had to sit down and tell Thor he couldn't keep any more animals and that the team had to stop bringing him more. Thor was very upset by this but the next morning the Tony found that the garden was much smaller and only housed green snakes. When questioned Thor revealed that he let go of his animals during the night when he couldn't sleep. 

Now that the team was no longer bringing Thor creatures, he would spend weeks at a time gone. Usually off in some forest looking from Loki. When Thor was back with the team he would spend his days outside and his nights training. Eventually though Thor moved out and left all his snakes behind. He rented an apartment on the edge of the city, even though he never spent much time there. 

One morning Thor woke to find that a small green snake was in his bed. He carefully picked up the snake and after finding that he wasn't poisonous he sat on his couch with the snake in his lap. "How did you get in here," Thor asked softly. The snake of course gave no reply and looking at the snake Thor wondered if he would ever find his brother. 

Thor closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, preparing himself to release the snake outside. Much to his surprise the snake grew increasingly heavy in his lap and Thor clenched his eyes shut trying to hold back tears. No matter how hard he tried, as soon as he felt familiar arms around his neck, the tears began to pour. 

Thor opened his eyes to see his brother looking back at him. Thor threw his arms around his brother and squeezed him close. He planned to never let go but he wanted to see Loki's face. He wanted to make sure he wasn't dreaming and that he was really there. 

Before Thor could ask, Loki spoke, "I'm here brother. You found me." 

[darkellaine]

Everything we've done has made us all that we have been and we've become Oh we are now alone, everyone's gone and now we're without a home We have destroyed both of our lives Brother, we were left to be each other's purpose Brother, my sentinel, the tempest is upon us We are now each other's responsibility

(c) Les Friction

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Space Oddity

by crinklefries, cyclamental art (cyclamental), nalonzoo

After the world ends, things happen to Bucky in this specific order: he helps defeat Thanos, he rejects Steve’s attempt to address Feelings, he watches Steve volunteer to put the Infinity Stones back in time, he waits for Steve to come back, he is sad when Steve does not come back, he realizes that everyone thinks Steve disappeared in 2012 (???), he gets taken to space by Carol Danvers (!!!), he meets up with a depressed literal alien Norse God, he and the depressed literal alien Norse God travel through space, he and the depressed literal alien Norse God hit a wormhole and fall into the--Multiverse.

What the fuck.

This is the story of how Bucky and Thor pick up the pieces of their lives, find their own worth, find their own person, and find their way out of a multiverse of 100 realities stitched together with 100 tropes. There’s love, there’s friendship, there’s an extreme amount of Tesseract fuckery, but most importantly there are sexy vampires. Bon Appetit.

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MWAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!! Finally some Endgame fix-its to soothe my ragged soul. Multiverse shenanigans ensue so if you’re not into multiverse this probably won’t work for you, if you are then.... I Have Your Holiday Present this year!!! It’s beautifully long & angsty & (Contented sigh)....

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26973430/chapters/65837911

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Daily life