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mighty-loki-and-accomplices · 7 years ago

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nsfw Thorki

(AU) I posted this a bit ago but then deleted it. But then a lovely person convinced me to post it again <3. This is the first 9 pages of a super long fic (210k+) I’m writing. But can be seen as an open ended OS. I won’t be posting on AO3 until the whole fic done and I don’t when that will be (hopefully in a month or so). It’s unbeta’d and pretty rough... Sorry for the mistakes. Hope you enjoy.

Later… This had been his favourite word these last few years. How odd it felt to be ripped of it now…

For as long as he could remember, Loki always gave priority to his career; everything else could wait until later… He spent his entire school years working harder than anyone, determined to be the best at everything. His parents expected it to change when he went to Uni; the atmosphere there so different, more carefree one would say. But it didn’t. Loki buried himself in books and kept an eye on the prize.

Hobbies and simple pleasures could wait if it didn’t serve an immediate purpose. He would have time for that when he’ll be an Associate. He scarcely left the campus, unless it was to go back home, and refused any attempt at friendship. He didn’t need anyone back then; friends were a nuisance, there only to stand between his goal and him. He would have time to make some friends later anyway; once he’d be settled. Once he would need connection. As years tickled by, things didn’t change much; he never truly out grown that desperate need to prove himself; never really had his priorities in the correct order. He was so certain that he could do it later… Certain that he would have time to watch that movie in a bit, that he’d find time to call his father in a day or two, that he’d travel around the world when he retired…

At 28, Loki Laufeyson thought he had all the time of the world. He thought he could build a career and then live his life… But it seemed that fate didn’t agree with his plans. How he wished he had done all that he wanted to do when he still had time.

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“Mister Laufeyson? Are you alright?” The doctor asked studying him closely.

If he was alright? No; no he was not. He felt like he was drowning; mouth parted but unable to breathe. His entire body cold and tingling. How could that man even dare pretend he could be alright? He was far from alright. Damn, he just had his entire future ripped from him with a single sentence.

For a long time, Loki sat stiff on the plastic chair in front of the heavy wooden desk; silent, staring at the doctor’s face but not really seeing it. His green eyes opened wide and incredulous. Then he started to hyperventilate, his breathing coming out in quick, shallow, puffs now that his lungs seemed to be working again. His mind was swaying between blissed blankness and the echo of the terrible news. He recognized the words but couldn’t quite process their meaning.

He had been referred to the Doctor Bruce Banner by his attending physician because of his frequent headaches about a month or so ago. He was suffering for almost a year at that point. It had begun quietly, a few headaches here and then. But quickly grew to full swing migraines along with nausea; to eventually feel as if his head was throbbing constantly, the whole damn thing so incapacitating and painful that Loki had to excuse himself from the office more than once. The physician had made the call himself and managed to obtain an appointment fairly quickly at the hospital. It wasn’t easy to fit it in Loki’s busy schedule but it was even less easy to work properly with a constant headache, so he managed. As it was, the Doctor Banner was an oncologist in his late forties; a quiet man with an easy smile and shortish black hair. He had an odd sense of humour and an even stranger fashion sense but he stroke Loki as competent so he made do.

Loki had sniggered when his physician first brought up the idea of sending him to an oncologist but since all the other specialists were useless he understood that the doctor was running out of ideas.

Their first meeting was brief and soon Loki was pushed into another room and then another with the doctor running all kind of medical exams on him. He tried to explain what he what he was doing and why but Loki didn’t understand one bit, so naturally he snapped at Banner more often that he’d care to admit. He wasn’t exactly unfriendly; but there was some kind of reserve and coldness to his attitude. Thankfully the doctor didn’t take it personally and never stopped explaining; for which Loki was glad.

They eventually found something, a white little dot on the side of his brain on the MRI. It could have been nothing but a bit of dust on the image and more that once Loki had caught himself try to clean it. It looked so faint and unimportant, he was certain it was a fault of the machine and he scoffed when Banner suggested they took a closer look at it. In the end Loki complied and let the doctor do what he wanted.

They had meet several times in the past month and they were scheduled to meet again in four days; but the day before, out of blue, Banner had called and asked him to come to his office to ‘talk to him about the result of his biopsy’. Loki hadn’t thought much of it, certain that it was nothing and the doctor was simply being dramatic. He almost refused to disrupt his schedule to humour him, then decided against it. He needed those headaches gone.

But now that he knew what was wrong with him, he vigorously wished he hadn’t come. All things considered, he could have learn to live with the pain, maybe even learn to ignore it. He didn’t need to know what caused it. For that knowledge was worse than the pain itself.

“The tumour is...” The doctor started; describing the hideous thing with a silvery voice. But Loki didn’t hear it better than what Banner had said before. His mind rebelling; unwilling to comprehend anything besides the word ‘tumour’. He felt sick. His heart hammering in his chest; bile threatening to find its way up his throat. He grabbed the side of the plastic chair and forced himself to stop trembling; his head spinning with too much oxygen. “I wouldn’t advice for a surgery, mister Laufeyson, due to its placement, it is too dangerous. Very few would agree to perform the surgery anyway” He heard Banner say from afar. The man paused for a second; focused on Loki’s agonized expression. “But if the tumour is not removed, you have six months left; at best.” He stated again, voice loud in the overly silent office.

He truly had to say it again, didn’t he? As if Loki could have missed it the first time he said it.

Six months… That was all the later he got now. Six months, because there was no fucking way he let anyone crack his head open to remove something from his brain. Especially given that they had little chance of successes. Loki was not stupid, there were just as many risks to die on their table than from whatever had grown in his head; and if he didn’t die he could end up paralyzed or a vague shadow of himself; so no; no one was peering inside his brain! But from what he gathered, that wasn’t even an option anyway…

He jumped when he felt the doctor’s hand squeeze his shoulder; he didn’t see him move. The man gave him a tight smile; and Loki felt the sudden urge to punch him in the face.

“I’m fine” he managed to grit out eventually, wincing at his brittle voice. He dislodged the hand with a roll of his shoulder and stood on shaky legs “I… I think I should go.”

Banner nodded sharply and waited until he was at the door to speak again. “We have groups, it would do you good to go and talk to them.”

Loki didn’t answer and exited the room hastily. The white corridor of the hospital scorched his eyes, making his head throb painfully; his chest tighten and he felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore. He needed to get out of there; all these walls and people made him feel claustrophobic. He saw the way the secretaries looked at him; with an odd mix of sadness and pity. They knew, he was sure of it. Everybody knew, they were all looking at him, his sickness must have been written in bold letter all over his face. Loki felt eyes following him to the double doors and he bit his cheeks to keep quiet. He would not appear weak, he would not give all these people judging him the satisfaction of seeing him affected; and most of all he would not tolerate their pity. Maybe he was dying but he would do so wrapped in what was left of his pride. He would rather be looked at with hatred than pity; or better yet, not looked at at all. He half ran through the corridor, bumping into some nurses; smashed the elevator’s button several time, foot taping and shoved himself inside as soon as the doors opened.

***

How he found himself hunched over the counter of a pub near the hospital, a few hours later, nursing a glass of cheap alcohol, was still a mystery. He remembered exited the menacing building hastily, feeling as if he was about to faint or throw up, and then all but fall down on a bench in the adjacent park. He had vague memories of sitting there for a long time, staring at nothing and slowly freezing to death, shivering violently as his mind tried its best to wrap around the news. It was already dark when he snapped back in reality; but in winter that didn’t necessarily mean it was late. His body burned with the cold when he had stood up cautiously. He was on his way to the underground, everything a bit fuzzy with fatigue, and then suddenly he was sitting there; on an uncomfortable stool, ordering a drink. He didn’t like it there. The chatter was too loud for his painful head, the atmosphere too dense and reeked of something he couldn’t pin point. Not alcohol, not fume either, he didn’t know what it was but it reminded him too much of the hospital. And there was way so many people… He wanted to be alone; to take the time to digest the terrible news. He had no idea why he had come there, nor why he was staying. He wanted to shout. Tell them all to shut their mouths; that they had no right to smile and laugh and be happy when his own life had just been turned over. The happiness of some patrons grated on him. The tightness in his chest threatening to swallow him whole. But at the same time, he supposed that being there was better than being home, dwelling on the news without anything to distract him from it. And there at least he could have some drinks.

He massaged his temple with one hand, his grunt swallowed by the ambient noise as memories flashed before his eyes.

The doctor’s face, grim when he let Loki in his office; the deep breath he took before saying it.

Loki shut his eyes tightly, the memory of the bright white room was enough to make his head throb with pain as he forced himself to let go and come back to the present; the words ‘medicine’, ‘tumour’ and ‘surgery’ echoing in his mind.

“Six months…” he murmured to himself around the brim of his glass “Six fucking months.” He drained it and ordered another. And after that another.

****

“Thor, for god’s sake; just go talk to him!” Tony sighed, pushing at his friend shoulder.

Thor tittered a little and shook his head no, turning his eyes back to Tony with some difficulties. How these two managed to be friends was beyond everybody’s comprehension; they were as different as the sun is different from a hurricane. Thor was young and athletic, always smiling and flirting around; kind and determined to do well. Tony Stark, however, was more determined to do things as he wished. Eccentric, dangerous, childish, selfish, full of good intentions; there wouldn’t be enough adjectives to describe him. They had about a fifteen years gap between them, Tony being the eldest; but despite his quirkiness they seemed to have found each other in a friendly way from the second they laid eyes on each other and shared their first - remotely unfunny – pun when Thor came to work for him. And since that day they went from co-workers to best friends to the great displeasure of everybody who could see Stark’s personality rub a bit more onto Thor each day.

“Why would I do that?” Thor laughed

“Because you have been stripping him with your eyes since you’ve spotted him at the bar!” Tony resumed pocking his arm. “Go talk to him” he whined.

Indeed, Thor had been staring at a tall figure hunched over the bar for fifteen minutes straight; promptly ignoring his friend completely; merely grunting absentmindedly at whatever Tony was saying. Thor had spotted the man, the minute he entered the bar, a head taller than everyone else; despite his slumped shoulders. The man was clad in a dark mid-thighs coat with a fur collar, completed by what looked like a green scarf. He made his way to the bar as if on auto-pilot and slumped on a stool. Thor’s eyes widen and his mouth watered when the man took off his coat to reveal a pristine grey suit hugging him sinfully. That was not something one would wear to come here. Usually the place was full of the hospital’s staff, here to have a few drinks with each other before heading home. This man denoted.

It picked Thor’s curiosity instantly.

From where he sat Thor had been unable to see anything of the man himself apart from his long, dark hair and pale skin slightly reddened. Until their eyes met for a split second from across the room and Thor almost choke on his drink. The man’s eyes were like glowing emeralds and his face was perfection; with cheekbones sharp enough to cut someone. He watched him squirm on his stool and order a drink; seemingly lost in his reveries. And he had been incapable of turning away since. Thor had watched him stare into space; occasionally frown or shake his head, gulping down his drinks avidly exposing the long column of his throat. The man was truly beautiful…

“Oh please! Just go!” Tony whined again pushing the other’s shoulder forcefully.

At that Thor realised that he has been staring at him again and forced his head to turn toward Tony who gave him an annoyed look.

“Go talk to him.” he ordered in his best ‘boss voice’, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What if he’s not... into it” he argued weakly.

Tony stared pointedly at him and Thor relented. You can’t win if you don’t try. He finished his beer in one gulp and stood up. He took a deep breath to ready himself and walked straight to the dark haired man.

“Go get him big guy!” Tony cheered behind him, raising his Coke. Thor snorted.

****

“I don’t want company.” Loki said as soon as he spotted the man in his peripheral vision.

Thor’s smile faltered for a second before he put it back on and sat on a stool next to him anyway.

“You look like you could use some tho.” He said, leaning close in pretence to make sure the man heard him.

Shivering despite himself at the fruity voice, Loki gripped his glass tighter. He put down his drink slowly, he couldn’t remember how many he had, he had switched to something lighter after the third one, but it might as well be his sixth glass. He looked up, ready to rebuff the intruder, but he froze, mouth open the second he laid eyes on him. He was…. Big. And handsome. With broad shoulders and long blond hair tied loosely at his nape, piercing blue eyes and a smug smile playing on rosy and plump lips surrounded by a trimmed beard. He wondered briefly why such a man was approaching him. Was it a dare? Loki knew he was attractive, at least to a certain extent; but he also knew that he looked miserable right now. His suit was most likely rumpled, his hair tangled by the wind and he was absolutely certain that his body language wasn’t inviting in the slightest. So why was he coming over to talk to him? Either it was a dare, or the blond had no eyes.

But when Thor leaned closer still, his smile morphing into a flirtatious grin, Loki wasn’t sure he cared about the why. On second thoughts Loki could use some company. At least for a little while. He straightened on his stool and smirk at Thor.

“What makes you think I want yours?” his tone changed from annoyed to teasing.

Thor’s grin broadened as he leaned a bit more in Loki’s personal space, their shoulders nearly touching. Loki said nothing, waiting.

“I am Thor.” His warm breath ghosted over Loki's cheek.

“Loki.”

“Can I buy you a drink, Loki?”

He couldn’t repress the shiver that coursed through his body at the way Thor said his name. Sweeter than pure honey. Loki made a show of studying him, waiting a beat before gulping down the rest of his drink and shook the empty glass in front of Thor’s nose.

“Sure” he eventually answered.

****

Loki was shocked to discover that, that beast of a man, had some conversational skill; and more so to find that he was actually interesting, and interested in what he himself had to say. Thor even managed some cunning remarks from time to time, it truly impressed him. They chitchat for some times, they glasses never empty, and before long, they ended up at Loki’s apartment, giggling and kissing sloppily, pawning at each other as Loki fumbled around with the key. Thor shoved him against the door the moment they went inside; kissing him deeply, tugging at his clothes, dropping scarf, trench and jacket to the floor. Loki could taste the alcohol on the man’s tongue and he moaned quietly as he dug his fingers into Thor’s t-shirt, desperate for something to hold on to. Loki felt light headed; this was exactly what he needed; what he had been craving for months without realizing. It felt like Thor’s hands were everywhere; on his hips, his chest, his stomach, and then finally they settled on his ass. He groaned when the man squeezed before planting tiny kisses on his jaw, going down toward his neck. He desperately wanted Thor to take him right now, back pressed against the door and supported only by his strong arms. But at the same time, he wanted to take his time; to savour each seconds of that pleasure because who knew when he would allow himself to feel it again. With all the will he could muster, Loki pushed weakly at Thor’s shoulder, chest heaving and mouth tingling with beard burn. Thor took a step back and looked at him quizzically.

“That way” Loki panted, point at somewhere at the end of the corridor.

Loki leaded him quickly to his bedroom, pausing only for a second on the threshold to look at the unmade bed and the general mess. His cheeks reddened some more from the embarrassment; he really didn’t expect visitors. From behind him Thor didn’t seem to mind; he slowly moved his hands back to Loki’s hips and kissed his neck, nipping at it before sucking lightly, making Loki whimper; head lolling to the side to grant better access. Loki’s headache was but a faint ache in the back of his mind; covered by lust and pleasure. He sighed when the man rolled their hips together; pushing his rapidly hardening cock against his ass and turned, capturing the plump lips into another kiss, hands fisting Thor’s hair. This way he couldn’t think of anything beside the solid body against his. There was no illness, no later, just now. They groaned in unison when Thor pressed their hips flush together, rubbing their length. After a moment Loki pulled back to allow himself to breathe and, slowly, opened his eyes and looked at the man, who stared back at him intensely, the blue almost completely swallowed by black.

“’You alright?” Thor asked, voice rough and deep

Loki wanted to roll his eyes; he was getting tired of that question already… He was ecstatic, now if the man would be as kind as to resume their previous activities it would be heaven, he wanted to say. Must have shown on his face because in the next second he let out a strangled moan when Thor forcefully pull him back against him and kissed him; his tongue invading Loki’s mouth. The sound earned him a low chuckle. Loki glanced quickly at the rumpled sheets behind his shoulder and licked his lips when they parted. Thor seemed to get the message as he began to walk them toward the bed and pushed Loki on it unceremoniously. Loki let out a yelp of surprise, and the corner of Thor’s lips stretched into a smirk before he was pulled down for another kiss.

It felt like the entire world suddenly revolved around the man above him; all of his senses were focused on him. Loki couldn’t feel pain anymore, nor shame. He felt like he could live forever, draped in Thor’s arms with their breathe mixing and their hips rolling. It was intoxicating, and new. He had never been a fan of one night stands, he wasn’t really the type to indulge in such behaviour, he usually prefer to know the person he was having sex with, but right now it was too good for him to care. He felt his head spin as Thor kissed his neck again, sucking at the delicate skin and biting playfully. He had the feeling that, come morning, he would be covered by love bite, and he didn’t care one bit as he arched toward Thor, silently asking for more.

Too soon it seemed, Thor sat back on the bed, making him whimper from the loss of friction and began to undo Loki’s rumpled shirt. It was a slow process, his hands catching on the small buttons and fumbling around, caressing the skin underneath the material as soon as it was revealed. Thor bent low to lick at one nipple and Loki moaned loudly as his hips shot up of their own accord. Pleased with himself, Thor kissed his way toward Loki’s belt, nipping at the creamy skin of his abdomen before sitting back on his heels. He opened belt and fly quickly and yanked the trousers off with such a force that had Loki yelping as he was dragged down with it.

They looked at each other for half a second before bursting out laughing.

When they calmed enough, Thor brought their foreheads together and kissed him again, gently. It was oddly intimate; and something at the back of Loki’s mind told him to be careful; but they were both too drunk on lust and alcohol to care about it. Loki’s cock was straining against the fabric of his underwear, and his breath hitched in his throat when Thor moved one hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers carefully around it. Pleasure surged within him and he dug his fingernails into the meat of the man’s still covered shoulders.

“Take this off” he begged, tugging blindly at the collar.

Thor grinned and reluctantly let go of Loki’s shaft to do as he requested. Feeling the hard plane of Thor’s chest and abs had been one thing; but seeing him bare was a fucking trip. Loki felt his mouth water as he watched greedily the muscles ripple in a hypnotizing way before him. Loki wondered for a moment what that bear of a man could do for a living. Maybe he was an athlete or a construction worker? Loki could picture him covered in dirt, arm bulging as he nailed down something and it made him squirm with want. He was brought back to the present when he felt Thor get up to get rid of his jeans. Loki was breathing heavily, propped up on his elbows as he watched Thor strip. He tugged his trousers down along with his red underwear and Loki couldn’t stop the long moan that bubbled in his throat as Thor’s cock bobbed out of the stretchy material. All of him was thick, but that particular part of him was enormous. No one could have such a perfect dick; it should have been illegal. Loki licked his lips once more and quickly pushed himself on all four, crawling closer. He could see Thor’s smirk from the corner of his eyes but he couldn’t look anywhere else but at the delicious thing now mere inches from his lips.

“Go ahead” Thor prompted, running his fingers in the dark, soft, hair; tugging slightly.

Loki didn’t need to be told twice. Kneeling on the bed, he put one hand on the man’s hips and slowly ran the other up and down his magnificent cock. Thor gasped above him and it was Loki’s turn to smirk. He licked tentatively at the head, savouring the taste of pre-come on his tongue before placing several kisses at the tip and on the length. Thor sighed and his grip on the raven hair tightened. Feeling bolder Loki sucked at the tip lightly and gradually took more and more of it until he had to stop before he gag. He hummed around it and began to bob his head fisting whatever could not fit in his mouth. It had been so long since he had done that; he wondered then why he had stopped. It felt so good, both to have the hard and hot flesh sliding in and out of his mouth, but also to feel the power that came with it. He could hear Thor moan, and grunt, and gasp, he could feel the thick thighs tense and tremble as he forced himself to stay still, slowly succumbing to pleasure; and Loki was the one fully in control of it. He felt dizzy with the knowledge that he had total command over Thor. He bobbed his head faster, feeling his eyes water as he took the hot flesh deeper and deeper; the constant pressure of Thor’s hand on his head made it ache again, but he didn’t want to stop; no yet. He fondled the heavy balls with one hand, delighting in Thor’s grunts and groans but eventually had to pulled back to ease the fingers from his hair.

“Hurts” he croaked when the man frowned.

Thor’s eyes went wide and he opened his mouth probably to apologise but Loki cut him off with a kiss. Most persons, men and women alike, didn’t like having their lips near his after he had just pleasured them; and Loki felt some sort of twisted pleasure to feel Thor’s mouth welcome him in. As if he had passed some sort of test. Withdrawing to the centre of the bed, Loki wiggled out of his underwear and tugged absentmindedly at his cock to ease the pressure a bit. He grinned when he caught Thor staring and slowed his hand, making a show of it, moaning louder than he probably would have. With swift and careful movements Thor lowered him back on the bed and caged him with his body. That was good. He felt big and hot above him, and Loki lifted his hips up, making their cocks brush, letting out another unbashful moan at the friction.

Thor pressed their lips back together in another deep kiss, and Loki did his best to respond, moaning shamelessly into it when he felt the man rubbing his thumb against the head of his cock. He could feel himself rapidly moving closer to his orgasm and put his hand over Thor’s to stop him once more.

“Lube” he panted

“Where is it?”

Loki shook his head and bit his bottom lips. Now that he thought about it, he doubted he had any, it had been quite some time since he had had a male lover at home, or a lover at all for that matter. He frowned, trying to remember where he could have put it. It took some effort to detangle himself from under Thor and wiggle to crouch by the bedside table. He emptied the drawer completely on the floor, feeling the blue eye bore into the back of his head, and rummaged in its content. There was an old looking bottle among junk and rumpled candy wrappers, probably all dried up already or empty, but he tossed it at Thor anyway. Then he went back on the bed, leaving the drawer hanging open. Thor looked for a date on the bottle, then took an experimental sniff before putting some on his fingers and rubbing them together.

“How old is that?” he asked looking back at Loki.

Loki shrugged and lied down, legs spread wide, both hands going down to play with himself.

“Fuck” the man muttered as he eyed Loki’s hole greedily

“That’s the idea” Loki chuckled and then yelp when he was pulled closer.

Thor bend down to give him a quick peck on the lips and whispered in his ear “God, you’re gorgeous.”

Loki felt himself blushed and turned his head toward the window, not sure how to feel about the compliment.

“Just get to it” he murmured hastily.

Thor gave him another peck on the cheek before he sat back once more. Loki watched as he reached for the lube, thighs quivering with anticipation. He let out a gasp when he felt Thor’s fingers brush against his opening, and he held his breath as he felt the first one slid inside. It was odd, the sensation alien after so long; but he welcomed the stretch nonetheless. He took several deep breaths, trying to relax, trying to focus on Thor’s hand caressing his inner thigh instead of the one breeching him.

After some time Thor added another finger; the second one causing a slight burn, and then a third one, which made him hiss through gritted teeth. It felt good. Even with the pain, it still felt good. It felt amazing, in fact, completely drowning the pain in his head.

After an excruciatingly long time Thor withdrawn his fingers and kissed Loki’s thigh when Loki whimpered at the loss. Thor’s pupils were blown wide, the cerulean blue completely covered by black by the time he took himself in hand. He stoked leisurely at his cock, nudging it against Loki’s entrance and waited.

Loki squirmed a little bit and gripped tightly at the man’s arms.

“Ready?” he asked

Loki tried to swallow but his mouth was dry; he nodded and breathed a soft “Yeah” before wrapping his legs around Thor’s lower back, as much as he could, in an attempt to pull him closer.

Thor took his time; he stroked himself for a long moment, making sure that he was well lubed, before Loki could finally feel the tip prob at his opening. He bit down on his bottom lip when Thor began to push inside in earnest. There was a short, tense moment where Loki doubted he would fit; his fingers, as thick as they were, was nothing compared to his cock. Then the head went in and he let out a shuddering breath. Thor was big and it was hurting, but he quickly pushed the pain aside. He was good at this by now. He could enjoy that kind of pain. He would feel it for a long time after Thor had gone and it would serve as a reminder. Of what, Loki wasn’t sure, but he wanted it nonetheless. As Thor worked himself inside with small thrusts, Loki felt fuller than he ever had in his life. It was on the verge of too much. Once he was completely inside, Thor gave him a moment to adjust to his size, and Loki groaned, hiding his face in the crook of the man’s neck. He breathed deeply as he waited for the pain to subside. He felt Thor kiss him near his ear and let his head fall down on the mattress. They looked at each other and Thor smiled reassuringly. That was too intimate for Loki’s comfort and he quickly hid his face again.

“You’re so tight” Thor whispered

And then he gave an experimental roll of his hips which had Loki moaning sinfully. Hearing no objection, he grabbed Loki’s hips firmly and slid almost all the way out before pushing back in slowly. Loki let out a breathless moan, and scrambled to hold on to Thor’s shoulders as he began to move.

After some time of slow fucking Thor began to move more quickly until finally he was not holding back anymore, pounding into Loki, his grip on the pale skin tight enough for him to feel the bruises forming under his fingers. Loki did his best to meet Thor’s thrusts, but it wasn’t easy as he had him pinned to the mattress. But it was good though, so good. He felt dizzy with needs he couldn’t pinpoint. His body was on fire, aching and bruised and he felt so terribly alive.

Loki’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, head thrown back, when Thor’s cock brushed against his prostate. Thor grunted and growled above him, flattening him on the mattress, teeth grazing at his skin and Loki couldn’t stop the grin from spreading on his lips. He ran his fingers in Thor locks and pulled until their mouths crashed together. They kissed sloppily, open mouthed; their tongues rubbing against one another. His mouth, chin and neck felt raw with beard burn, and he loved it.

Loki howled when Thor brushed against that sweet spot again.

“Yes. Yes, right here,” he panted, as Thor attacked his neck again. “So good. I- ah. Harder. Thor. Please.”

Thor complied without hesitation. Loki yelped when he was manhandled, his legs perched upon the man’s broad shoulders as if he weighed nothing; and then Thor was practically bending him in half as he continued to fuck into him. Loki rocked into it, closing his eyes, willing himself to get lost in the sensation.

“Touch me,” he breathed against Thor’s ear “please.” He begged.

His cock was leaking pre-come against his stomach, and he knew that if he could just get some more friction... Once again Thor complied hurriedly, half grunted praises, groans, and moans the only sounds he seems to be able to produce. He wrapped his big hand around Loki’s cock and stoked in rhythm.

It didn’t take long for Loki to come with that, and Thor followed soon after; pulling out at the last moment and spurting hot come over the taut plane of Loki’s stomach. Then he flopped down next to him with a lazy smile, panting noisily.

By the time they calm down Loki desperately looked for something to say. At his side, Thor hummed and idly played with his hair, Loki wanted to slap his hand away but found he didn’t have any strength left. So they just laid there in the semi darkness, in silence.

#thor #loki #thorki #fanfic #thorki fanfic #au #thorki au #human au #wip #my stuff #I'm so sorry for the typo #and for the errors #and for just posting this in the first place...

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wombatlogic · 8 years ago

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Project 4

a horror/independent adventure game by lizardotaku (https://rpgmaker.net/games/9461/)

a review

So what is it?

Project4 is advertised as a a horror/adventure game, and it definitely leads towards the adventure side with a heavy dose of surrealism. It's inspired by the likes of HOME and OFF, neither of which I've played, so my perspective might be a little odd... especially considering I don't play many horror games to begin with. However! I do like "walking simulator" games so let's see what Project 4 has to offer. It's advertised as "shortish" (~2 hours) and "complete" which are both things I appreciate.

I'll try to make this spoiler-free.

Story

Project 4 opens with an intro story about a pair of twins who live isolated in a forest, surrounded by other children hunting rabbits. When the player takes control of Trost (Class: Actor) in a completely unrelated environment, my impression was that Project 4 is ruled by two different stories: a concrete one outside the game's environment, and a central conceit/metaphor story of the projects. The "real" story is updated as Trost progresses through each of the projects. Trost has an objective, and is oppposed to the projects and their worker denizens, etc. As the game continues, the story is wrapped up in the named engineer minions that populate the projects, but especially mystery characters like Emil that show up in each zone to support Trost. The relationships between the individual project managers (bosses, basically) are all interesting as well, especially the last two, Tris and Dell, which are unusual fights where Trost is the agressor. Each zone has a self-contained plot that plays out as Trost visits (and generally kills off half the project's residents), plus things like notes/logs that tie together a story between all of the projects, their former visitors, and dynamics between each of the project heads.

Then, after the last fight of Project 4, after Trost's rampage is finished, the concrete story from the beginning picks up where it left off to end the game. Confession time: I didn't fully get it. I spent a decent amount of time trying to understand how the narratives fit together (the conceit/metaphorical one inside the projects vs the one outside) but I couldn't parse the pieces. I could piece together who the characters were in the projects vs the characters in the conceit, but but by the end of the game, this wasn't new info. I felt like they're should've been a payoff at the finale, some sort of "Ah-ha!" revelatory moment where the meaning of the projects and the characters would take on a new light, but it just never came, even after I spent some time trying to refigure it out, including replaying the first half of the game or so.

My conclusion is that the timeline of the external, real story of Project 4 is wobbly and not really a linear narrative... more of a "master effect" feeling kind of thing. That's my biggest gripe with this game: the way the twins' story cuts into the projects' story heavily imply there's something crisp to be figured out, but really it's much muddier. Stuff I didn't understand includes an entire playable character "Blackmail" who shows up out of nowhere, the fate of Emil, the purpose of the big ghosty chase scene character, and generally what the linear timeline is to the story of Project 4. When for 90% of the game I think there's a deeper meaning to look for, and then in the closing minute, the meaning is just as vague or inscrutable as everything else... The rest of the story retroactively loses its impact.

Aesthetic

In short: it's good. My initial interest in this game was almost solely from its title screen. It reminded me a ton of an animated short titled "Rabbit" I remember from a ways back . Either way, the game doesn't quite pan out like that. Black and red aren't the themes here, more "vivid color" on black, and strong tonal contrast in general.

I'm not sure how much of this is an idea from the inspiration sources of Project 4 (HOME/OFF) but it's executed really well. The four titual projects each have their own color theme, emotion, guardian boss, NPC attitude, etc. The first project feels a little empty (the only events for the first few maps are stream traps), but by the time I got to Project 4, I was really into it. The intro to Project 4 is the high point of the game -- there's a neat panning and title drop for each, and the one for Project 4 capture this rainy, melancholy feeling much better than I can put into words. It's super nice.

The tiles all fit in with the themes -- they're straightforward and sometimes evocative. The tiny animations are very welcome, they make the game feel alive and they're subtle enough to be atmospheric without attracting too much expression. Facesets are also simple and effective, and the colors all match the project, a nice touch. I can't stress how much individual expressions helps convey the characters. Emil especially has an amazing faceset. The battle actors are (mostly) great as well. There are a lot of variants on the individual enemies, and towards the middle of the game, they start trending surrealistic. I definitely like the "strange" vibe vs the traditionally horror ones encountered in the second half of the game.

Speaking of surrealism vs horror, the few places where the game fails to live up to that title screen are when it tries to be a straightup horror game. There's an incongruous chase scene around midway that's not interesting, scary, or fun from a gameplay sense. The same character comes back later on and I still don't really get it. The disclaimered gore/language in Project 4 is alright -- it serves as a nice contrast with the environments anyway -- but it doesn't stand out too much.

Sound is a mixed bag. The menu stuff is generic enough except for the dialog scroll tick (nice). Music is from a variety of free sources and generally used well, although I don't like recognizing tracks in game from other places (such as with the Presence of Music) but it's alright. I winced everytime I heard scream.wav though.

Mechanics

Combat is not this game's strong suit. I've never, ever seen a single-character combat system work well in an RM game, or even an RPG, outside of roguelikes. And Project 4 is single character for the vast majority of the game. Worse, there's a single dominant strategy: spam the "PARALYZE ENEMY" skill. It locks down the enemy for a solid 2-3 turns, by which it's easy to paralyze other enemies on screen as well. It trivializes the boss fights too, as everyone is equally vulnerable. It also seems an odd design decision to have skills cost no MP - that would've put a limit on my paralysis spam, at least, although having no skill cost basically meant I was using an ability every turn rather than mashing the attack button like most RM games. At least there are no random encounters and the fights are relatively quick -- I didn't get bored.

There are a ton of items to be picked off the ground, mostly restoratives, and a character that sells healing items as well. None of these are relevant, of course, because paralyzed enemies do no damage, but even if they were, an issue: One of the items for sale costs 1 gpmoney. So I bought a hundred Fish Piece items at the first shop, thinking I was clever for finding an infinite healing exploit, aaand then never touched my fish stick stack for the rest of the game. Oh well.

Apart from combat, there's the one previously-mentioned chase scene (I had to restart three times but the solution is "hold the down arrow key") and a fishing minigame. I was pretty amused by having the game tell me the height and the weight of the keys I fished out of the sewer but I didn't exactly get why this game has fishing in the first place.

There are a few puzzles and timed maze sort of challenges, most of which are passable. I didn't appreciate a screenshaky one in Project 4 where I couldn't tell where the exit was, but the most egregious thing in this game is a "enter the code" type challenge at the end of the game, also in Project 4. It uses the Hero Name Entry system to take a passcode, and if it's incorrect, starts a battle. Okay, to start off the battle is trivial because all combat in Project 4 is trivial, but expect to fight this fight a thousand times because there's no indication that the passcode is a numeric passcode, or indeed any indication at all of how to figure it out. There are numbers in the surrounding room ("There are zero good reasons to trust anyone, not a single one") but they're vague, out of order, and include terms like "several" which apparently means 7. Anyway, even after basically reading instructions for this puzzle on the gamepage, I still had to cheat to figure it out. Just skip this one, seriously.

I'm not sure if Project 4 would be improved as a pure "walking simulator," without the combat. The violence is a theme, at least. I wonder if there's a good way to rethink the combat to make the single character fights interesting, but the rest of the gameplay cruft could be safely cut along with the straight horror elements (the chase scene, basically).

Conclusion

Project 4 is an interesting, unique, game. It's short enough where if you're still reading it's probably worth playing (). I only wish I could recommend it more strongly, but the conclusion just lacked the power to make the game memorable. I really did enjoy exploring the world of the projects, the purple Project 4 especially, but the whole thing almost seems like a "cargo cult" exercise in a surrealist game -- it has a lot of well done aesthetic elements there, plus some neat characters and an overall sense of mystery, but because that core story comes off weak, it's not possible to put meaning in any of those things. I can't decide if I want to see this game with a revamped/revised conceit with the story of the twins, or just some of these environments show up in a tighter, punchier game, but either way, I appreciate about half of what's here, even if it's only the nucleus of something that's really great.

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