#thorki ficlet

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The God of Time

Rating: T

Words: 2,381

Status: Complete/Oneshot

Part of my thorki kisses prompt fills 💕

Written for SunshineThorki on twitter who asked for #38--running out of time

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Summary:

There is silence for so long it makes Loki feel it on his skin, suffocating him. The despair inside him mounting the longer the other occupants of the room stare at him and the Loom that's pulsing with something akin to panting, anger, like a living breathing thing.

“I need a break to think,” he says and pulls on the newfound power in him that feels both new and as if it has always been there, through a million, a billion realities.

He finds himself back in the desert where the TVA first accosted him and from there he pulls on his seidr and vanishes through space and time until he lands on a well-known prairie that has been—will be, have already been—gone as many times as there are realities.

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In my frantic reblog fest last week I was suddenly struck by The Inspiration upon seeing this post again. The brain works in mysterious ways. Shout out to @midnottart for providing such gorgeous Brain FuelTM.

~2,400 words. Loki's real real bad at assassinating, thank god he's hot.

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It was comfortable here, slipping through the shadows. Loki was a shadow. He crept along the edges, quieter than a mouse, tip-toed past sleepy guards. This was easy. Automatic. He'd been training for this for as long as he could stand on his own feet. He stayed quiet and sowed chaos where no one would spot him. It wasn't like the first time he came to the palace, dressed up like some rich asshole and walking through the front doors where he would be seen. He'd gone against his orders and tucked himself along the walls where it felt safest. He'd been instructed to mingle a little -- not too much, just enough to blend in, to look normal -- but he couldn't. He wasn't made to giggle at inane jokes and flirt with those he wished were dead. So he did what he knew best and stuck to the edges, listening and watching, eyeing all the potential entry and exit points, all the small, ignored spots that he could slip into and hide.

He hadn't planned for the king to be the one to spot him.

The artwork littered throughout the kingdom hadn't done the man justice, much to Loki's chagrin. No artist had been able to truly capture the light that shone behind his sky blue eyes, the richness to the golden hue of his skin and hair. They hadn't even attempted to capture his smile with all it's disarming warmth. They had opted for a menacing glower fit for the accomplished warrior that he was.

Loki would tell the others that he had changed his strategy once he'd grabbed the king's attention, seducing him to gain his trust and get entry to the most vulnerable areas of the palace, but the sad, sickening truth of it was that Loki had been the one to get seduced. The anger that had been instilled in him since birth had dissolved into a quivering lump of nothing once the king laid his lust-filled gaze on him. The heavy hand on his waist turning his rigid spine soft, his mind pliable to the suggestions whispered into his ear by a deep, husky voice.

He'd been ravished in ways he'd only entertained on his most lonely nights, pleasured so thoroughly that even as he snuck through the tight, near forgotten corridors of the palace he needed to pause for a moment and fight back the memories of it, his stomach clenching with want.

The shame of it made bile rise up the back of his throat. If anyone knew- he shook away the thought. No one would ever know. He'd do what he was meant to do. He'd kill the king and pave the way for his father to take the throne. And then his life would be his own, finally. That night would be a distant memory.

A pleasant, distant memory.

He found his way to the king's bedroom, taking his time to ensure no one would hear or see a glimpse of him. He'd take his freshly sharpened dagger and slash the king's throat as he slept, escaping just as quietly as he came, and no one would know until the king was long dead. Loki could envision it. The blood pooled around him like a sickening halo, the light dimmed from his pretty eyes. Assuming he would open his eyes at all.

All the doors were large and heavy, the ones that came directly between the king and everyone else even more so. Loki pushed it open slowly, just enough to squeeze through. The king's bedroom was as luxurious as Loki remembered, the heavy, detailed tapestries that lined the walls making the room feel more quiet and cozy than most of the others he'd seen. The fire pit in the center of the room still held glowing embers that dampened the chill from the air that poured through the broad, open archways that lead out to a balcony.

And at the other end of the room was the king. Thor. Naked save for a crumpled sheet wrapped around his waist and sprawled across the massive, soft mattress.

His traitorous mind conjured the memory of being laid down on it, the silkiness of sheets against his skin, how breathless he'd gotten as Thor loomed over him. His throat dried and he tried to shake it from his mind, taking a quick breath to refocus. He wore soft soled shoes to move silently over the tiled floor, making his way across the large room until he was just feet from the bed. He grabbed the handle of his dagger strapped to his thigh, pulling it free from it's sheath.

Another breath and then he climbed carefully onto the bed.

His muscles trembled with each slow movement, heart hammering like a drum in his ears. This was the moment his entire life had been building up to. His purpose for existing. The king was still, his chest rising and lowering in a slow, steady pace. His gloves were damp with sweat, his fingers cold and numb. He carefully straddled the king's hips, fighting back memory of the weight of his hands on Loki's hips.

He clenched his jaw tight and shook his head. Get it done quick and get out.

He leaned forward, pointing the blade at Thor's exposed throat. He studied the king's face, the fine lines and scars etched onto his skin, the dark lashes that fanned out over the delicate skin under his eyes, his coarse, golden beard, and the soft, pink lips peeking out from under it. Loki leaned in further, pressing the tip of the dagger under his chin as his eyes fluttered shut. He let himself come dangerously close, his lips brushing against Thor's. A tiny final indulgence, he told himself.

He lingered, their noses bumping as he thoughtlessly repeated the movement.

He froze as he felt a weight settle on to the back of his neck, lungs clenching as he cautiously opened his eyes to see that the king's face was unchanged. Eyes shut, mouth relaxed, breathing steady.

His mind screamed at him to slash at him and run, but he couldn't move. Thor tossed his other arm around Loki's waist, pulling Loki's body the rest of the way down onto his. Loki's breath left him in a shaky gasp, blood rushing through his head. The king finally opened his eyes, and Loki knew he was done. He'd so utterly failed at his one task in life, and he could only watch and wonder what would happen next.

"You know," Thor's voice rumbled, their lips still nearly touching, "if you want to assassinate someone, you shouldn't waste time kissing them first."

Loki's hand shook so violently that he nicked Thor's chin with the tip of the blade. He seemed unbothered.

"How long?" Loki eked out, unable to string together anything more coherent.

"I heard you open the door," he replied, "I would've figured you'd know I was a light sleeper, but I guess Laufey forgot to mention that."

Loki gasped, shivering in Thor's loose but unyielding hold.

Thor chuckled in a not entirely pleasant way, the arm around his waist leaving so he could pry the dagger free from Loki's clenched fist. He chucked across the room, the metal skittering across the floor.

"H-how long?" Loki whispered, barely able to suck in a full breath.

Thor began to knead the back of Loki's neck gently, his other hand slithering under his shirt to run up his spine, leaving goosebumps in it's wake.

"You have all those sharp features and that same paranoid look about you," he explained, "I knew as soon as I saw you skulking around at the ball."

Loki let his head drop to Thor's firm chest, spitting out a curse.

"You must have a pretty mother, Laufey's face looks much better on you," the king went on, fingers tangling into Loki's hair.

Loki shrugged, his voice wobbling as he replied. "I don't know, she left when I was small."

"Seems about right," Thor sighed, "there can't be much romance with a man that obsessed with power."

A sob broke free from Loki's throat, tears spilling from his tightly shut eyes. "I don't want to die."

"Hush, I'm not going to kill you," Thor said with a chuckle, "that was barely an assassination attempt."

"My father-" Loki rasped.

"Ah, him," Thor said with another sigh, "then it seems you must stay here with me then."

Loki finally lifted his head to look at Thor again. "You're going to imprison me?"

The king's mouth twisted, nose scrunching. "That's a bit of a strong word for it, but I certainly can't just let someone who would conspire against me go back to their fellow conspirators, could I?"

Loki was suddenly on his back, pressed down into the mattress by the weight of the king's body, feeling a tingle deep in his belly at the familiar position. The hand under Loki's neck kept his gaze focused on Thor's face, letting him see the heat rush to his face and color his cheeks.

"I could, perhaps, keep him under my watch, let him stay in my own bed even, especially if he tells me everything he knows about his father's plans."

Loki inhaled sharply, his mind swirling at the king's suggestion. He was dizzy, overwhelmed and exhausted all at once from the stress of the whole night.

Could he live here, with the one he'd always known as the enemy, and so thoroughly betray his father?

Loki clung to Thor's broad shoulders and tried to pull him down, too overwhelmed to even speak.

Thor dipped low, sealing his mouth to Loki's. Loki let out a muffled whimper, clawing at the king's broad, muscular back and clinging desperately to him. The hand pinned under Loki's back snaked around, pushing his shirt up higher, bunching the fabric under Loki's chin. As more of their skin touched the more frantic Loki became, the craving that had simmered within him since their night together bursting out of him with a fiery intensity. He bit down on Thor's lip and dug his nails deeper into Thor's back, his hips grinding down onto Loki in response.

Thor freed himself from the clutches of Loki's sharp teeth and lavished him with that smile that had so thoroughly ruined Loki in the first place. "I'll take that as a yes?"

Loki wanted the layers between them to vanish, huffing as he squirmed under Thor's weight. "Get inside me already," he ordered through clenched teeth, though the words sounded more petulant

Thor laughed, rolling his hips as he dipped his head to plant soft, fluttering kisses along his jaw. "Patience, my eager little magpie, you know I will satisfy you."

Loki whined, writhing hopelessly as Thor took his time running his hand over Loki's body. He slid down to Loki's exposed chest, lips and tongue finding their way to one of Loki's nipples, teasing at the sensitive flesh with the lightest pinch of his teeth. Loki's cock throbbed, a pitiful cry escaping from his throat.

Thor had just moved to the other nipple when the sound of heavy footfalls forced Thor to pull away. Loki's pounding heart leapt to his throat, desire somewhat forgotten as a handful of guards charged into the bedroom.

"Your Majesty," the guard leading the group said, breathless, "we believe someone might have entered the palace." His eyes fell on to Loki, lingering briefly before moving back to Thor.

Thor pushed himself up, hopping down from the bed without bothering to take the sheet along with him or making any effort to cover himself at all.

"You think someone might've snuck in?" he hissed, irritation clear in the expression he wore. He gestured to Loki, still sprawled out with his shirt hiked up his chest, his face hot with arousal and shame as their eyes nervously fell on to him.

"If he'd been more competent you'd be finding my corpse right now," Thor said tersely. The guards all moved at once towards him, sending Loki crawling up the bed while his heart fluttered with terror.

"Stand down, idiots," he barked, "I have him handled."

"My maids have thwarted more assassinations than you fools," Thor went on as he paced along the side of the bed, "you should be the ones scrubbing the floors, but I'm sure you'd manage to screw that up too."

The guards averted their gazes as Thor ranted, while Loki pulled his shirt back into place and drew his knees to his chest, feeling the need to look away from Thor too.

"You're all dismissed from duty, and I'm firing whoever trained you in the morning." Thor huffed, glaring when The guards hadn't made a move in the tense seconds that followed. "I said GO-"

With the clatter of armor and boots, the now-former guards all rushed to leave the bedroom, leaving the door open wide in their wake. Thor stood and watched, waiting until their footfalls became distant before turning back to Loki. He was still wound tight around himself, exhaustion at war with anxiety. Thor's face softened, looking out towards the balcony, the deep blue of night sky tinged lavender at the far-off horizon.

"We still have some time before the sun comes out," Thor said, "let's get some sleep and we can discuss things in the morning."

Part of Loki still burned with need to finish what they had started, but a larger part of him cried out for rest- and he knew for a fact that a few hours of sleep on the king's bed would feel more rejuvenating than a full night on that miserable little cot back home. Loki nodded, and with gentle hands Thor unwound Loki's arms from around his legs. He pulled Loki over to the edge of the bed, guiding him to his feet, and undressed him with a tenderness that once again sent Loki's heart fluttering. His knees trembled as his skin was exposed to the cool air and Thor's piercing gaze.

When he was stripped down to nothing and their eyes met, Thor leveled him with a small, warm smile, his hand coming up to clasp the back of Loki's neck. The heat and roughness of his palm made Loki's spine quiver with pleasure. A whine rose from his throat, eyelashes fluttering as arousal once more surged through him.

Thor chuckled, "isn't this more fun than stabbing me?"

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Thought I'd post the entirety of my Sylkior satyr Loki and Sylvie/Centaur Thor ficlet did wrote for a "Monstrous May" prompt last year.

CW for violence and mild sexual content.

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Thor, king of Asgard Forest, was lying on his belly with his legs curled under him, lowering his bulk so that he could lean over the lake’s edge to better hear the complaints of the leaders of two warring water nymph clans, when Heimdall came galloping up. The negotiations had been going on for hours with no progress, and had given him a headache, but he surged back up onto his four thick legs at the sight, for his satyr lovers Loki and Sylvie were astride Heimdall’s back, their eyes round with fear. It was no small thing for a centaur to let another ride atop them; Thor would have known terrible urgency propelled them even if Heimdall hadn’t stopped on a dime before him, damp grass flinging from under his hooves as the two satyrs scrambled to stay aboard. 

“What–” Thor started, but Heimdall spoke over him.

“Your sister. Loki set her tail on fire. She’s out for blood.”

Heimdall swung his head and shoulders back toward the satyrs, yellow eyes bright with anger, and they leapt from his back post haste. When they looked at Thor, he saw worry and contrition in Loki’s eyes, but only anger in Sylvie’s. Thor could already hear the rumbling thump of speeding hooves sounding from the forest. 

Sylvie glanced toward it, then back at him, her horns quivering in anger, her arms folded over her breasts in defiance. “She was saying nasty things to us again, how we’re dirty little goats who should never be allowed near the king, that we bring shame upon the realm each time we touch you.”

Loki said nothing, only looked away.

White hot rage pooled in both his bellies, and Thor pawed at the ground with his front hooves. There was the sound of snapping branches, and Hela brust from the trees, black hair wild from the wind and from snagging the foliage. She was moving at a full gallop, her long long legs pumping, earth flinging up behind her glossy hooves; cruel, deadly hooves she clad in sharp metal shoes meant for tearing flesh. Sylvie and Loki huddled behind him, and even Heimdall shied back. Everyone feared her, even Thor feared her, but in that moment he could feel nothing but righteous, protective fury.

Hela stopped mere feet from him. Sure enough, her once long, wavy raven tail was scorched down to the stump. He would have wanted to pick Loki up and shake him for it, if he had had room for anything but fear in his heart for the little satyr at the moment.

She thrust a finger out toward Loki. “I demand satisfaction with that trickster scum hiding behind you.”

“You know very well that isn’t a fair duel, sister, he’s a quarter your size.” 

“And yet you insist on lying with him and his equally repulsive cousin. It’s disgusting and unworthy of the king of Asgard Forest.” 

Behind him Sylvie growled, and Thor heard her digging at the ground with her small cloven hooves. 

Hela sneered. “Oh! I think she is willing to fight as his champion, is that right little goat?”

“No, I will fight as his champion,” Thor said. 

Loki at last found his voice, clutching at Thor’s foreleg in pleading. “No, Thor, please don’t, I’m not worth it.” 

Thor bent down toward Loki. There were tears brimming in his green eyes.

“Hush, my love,” Thor said, smoothing down Loki’s wild dark hair. He did the same to Sylvie’s tawny head with the opposite hand. He had two, after all, and two eyes and two hearts; one for each of them.

Hela made a sound of disgust, and Thor straightened, and turned to face her. He stepped over and she matched him, while out of his periphery he watched Heimdall shoo the two satyrs back and stand guard before them, lest Hela abandon the last shreds of her honor and make a play at murder. They stopped twenty paces apart and faced each other across the tumbled dirt and drooping grass of the lake shore.

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity to ascend to queen of Asgard Forest,” Hela drawled, spreading her long white arms. “Our kind will be better off without someone with a weakness for lower creatures as their leader.”

So that was it, then, to the death, the thing she truly wanted. Thor had known in his guts that would be the case, but still it settled in him like a weight.

He could only shake his head. “I’m sorry it came to this, sister.”

Her grin was all teeth. “I’m not.”

Heimdall began the count, his voice tight with dread. “Three, two, one–”

Hela charged before the last number hand finished forming on Heimdall’s lips. She twisted and aimed her rear hooves at him the moment he was in kicking distance, but Thor pivoted away, narrowly escaping his flank being gouged open by the sharp metal. He struck at her with his front hooves even as he turned, and she stumbled back, gasping. They began to circle one another. 

Thor was at a disadvantage being unarmed, except that he wasn’t, not really. Clouds had begun to gather overhead and thunder rumbled in the distance. For the briefest moment fear flitted across Hela’s face, there and gone, but he saw it. It was Thor who struck next, moving in as if to kick but feinting down as she reared. They collided with Thor to the side and under her, nearly knocking her onto her back, but she grabbed him around his human torso, raking him with her claw-like nails and taking him with her. They went down in a tangle of raven and red-gold fur, kicking, punching, biting, and the ground shook with the impact. Hela was as slippery as he was strong, and managed to pull her legs under her as she knocked him back with a punch to the jaw.

A glint of polished black shot into Thor’s vision, aimed straight at his face, and only instinct saved him. He flatted back onto the ground just as the wicked metal of her shoe connected; instead of braining him, it glanced off his face as his head snapped back. Distantly he heard Loki and Sylvie cry out in distress. Searing pain shot through his skull, but he had no time to process it or his lovers’ screams; he rolled away as Hela’s hooves tore apart the earth under the space he’d just occupied. Lightning flashed overhead and rain began to fall.

Thor shoved to his feet, the scope of his visual field diminished, the right side of his face in agony. He brought a hand up to his eye and it came away soaked with blood. So much blood, dripping down into his beard and onto his chest, all that remained of where his eye had been.

Hela threw her head back, laughed, and pawed the dirt. “Oh look what’s become of you, no different than our sad, weak father.” 

Thor hardly heard the jab. He had come to his feet much closer to the lake’s shore, and an idea started to form in his mind. He turned his wounded side to her, letting his shoulders droop in defeat as he made a show of covering his eye with his hand. 

Hela took the bait, as he knew she would. She lunged at him, throwing her full weight into him with terrible force that he did not try to counteract. Instead he shifted to the side and grabbed onto her by her human shoulders. Her speed carried them both off their feet and into the water, crashing down into the mud and reeds. 

“Nymphs, clear the lake, clear the lake!” Thor bellowed, refusing to let up his grip on Hela’s shoulders as she thrashed at him.

He redirected each of her blows to carry them deeper into the water as the sky rumbled overhead. The waterweed textured nymphs were scrambling to shore, awkward on their webbed hands and feet. Thor felt a metal clad hoof tear at his side, and he grunted in pain, but he didn’t let go. Bile rose in his throat and spots swam in his remaining vision as Hela bit him and tore his hair, but still he didn’t let go, his thick arms around her like a vice. 

“Let go of me and fight like a stallion, you pathetic whelp,” She snarled.

At last he looked up to see the leaders of both clans nod at him; the lake was cleared. With a silent apology to the frogs and fish, he reached up into the sky with his seidr and pulled with all his might, and a massive bolt of lightning burst from the clouds and struck the water’s surface. Thor was too dizzy with pain to be precise, but in the water, he didn’t need to be. He felt the surge of electricity pulse through it, tingling up his limbs and thrumming around his hearts, traveling through him and into Hela just as it did via the lake. 

His sister didn’t even have time to scream, only gasped once as her body began to seize. A single tear rolled down his cheek from his remaining eye as she convulsed, bloody foam coating her lips. He called on the storm once more, and she went rigged and still when the second bolt hit even closer, every muscle curled tight in perpetuity, a look of surprise frozen on her hateful face. 

Dead fish were starting to float to the surface as he dragged her body from the lake. The nymph leaders stared at him, slack jawed in awe and horror. 

“I’m sorry,” Thor said, but they only shook their slimy green-brown heads, in negation to what, he wasn’t sure. 

The moment his four legs were on solid shore he collapsed into a kneeling position atop them, blood pouring from the gash in his flank, his head swimming with the blood loss. His torso listed to the side, in moments he would tip fully into the dirt, but he found the strength to look up at the sound of two little pairs of cloven hoofs running toward him. 

Two sets of small hands reached up to support him the best they could. Sylvie was openly weeping. “Oh Thor, my love, your eye, your eye.”

Tears trickled down Loki’s face as well, although he was sternly focused on digging through the medicine pouch he always wore swung across his back. “You’re lucky I practice healing magic, you great lout. I don’t know what you were thinking taking her on unarmed like that.” He would have sounded angry if his voice hadn’t cracked and wavered.

“That I was protecting the ones I love most. Do you think she would have stopped at you and spared Sylvie? No. I did it for both of you.”

His voice sounded cracked and dry, and in moments Sylvie was pressing a canteen into his hands. He drank greedily from it as Loki began to climb over his long back, tisking, prodding, making him wince and then soothing with little bursts of medical magic. 

“What supplies do you need?” Heimdall asked, looking on with his bright eyes.

“Hmm hmm, bandages, more polstace, I have a needle and silk on me,” Loki replied. “Sylvie, do you think you can do a pain reduction enchantment while I sew?”

She nodded then glanced up at Thor, worrying her lip.

“I will make all haste, then,” Heimdall said, and was off in a pounding of hooves.

The three of them now mostly alone–if Thor could make himself ignore the presence of Hela’s stiffened corpse–he let Sylvie coax him down onto his less injured side. She sat with her legs crossed and pulled his head into her lap, her tawny fur soft against his neck and ears. Her clever hands stroked across Thor’s collarbones, down the planes of his chest, and back, soothing him. Then she took the sides of his blooded face between her hands. Loki was already feeling around the gash on his flank, making him tremble with pain. 

“What memories would you like to visit? Relaxing at our favorite pool, the one at the foot of the waterfall?”

“Any time I’m in both of your arms,”Thor replied, teeth chattering.

Sylvie smiled a little at that, and hummed and rubbed his temples, and all at once the prick and pull of Loki’s needle in his flesh went distant, along with the agony of his raw eye socket. They were in their home glen under the stars, just the three of them, sprawled together in the tall grass. Loki was pressed to the front of his human torso, and Sylvie to his back, and they pulled his head back and forth between them, stealing kisses in turn. Yes, he remembered this one, or countless like it, running his hands over their lithe little bodies, all smooth skin and soft fur, tasting the pink buds of their nipples, equally sweet on Sylvie’s rounded chest or Loki’s flat one, as they sighed against him. 

Thor knew not how much time passed this way, in a daze of memories of bright eyes, mischievous laughs, gripping them by their curving goat’s horns as their lips parted…

“Sweet, yes, so sweet, love you above all others,” Thor murmured, warm and content. 

“That’s lovely of you,” He heard Loki say, and realized he could feel the chafe of a towel wiping the blood from his face. “You don’t look quite so wretched all cleaned up. Also, I can hazard a guess at the type of memories Sylvie was revisiting from your, er, substantial reaction.” 

Thor managed to laugh along with them; good, he wasn’t completely broken then. He forced his heavy eyelid open and both their sharp, beautiful faces swam into view. 

“I think you look fierce and handsome with one eye,” Sylvie said.

“Yes,” Loki agreed, “Like a pirate angel.”

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I was trying to find the perfect Loki comics panel to put here since that is definitely a sentence that would come out of his mouth. Then I was thinking how I had been wanting some quick-and-dirty thorki ideas to scribble something for. So. Well.

“My hair?” Thor exclaimed. 

Loki had just completed a detailed but somehow convoluted explanation of it—how as both a part of Thor’s living body and an inert substance it could serve as a reserve of magic from which Loki could draw without harming him—but Thor still struggled to grasp what Loki was asking of him.

“I don’t intend to cut it,” Loki insisted, fervent. “Never that! I would not allow your hair to be shorn! Yet I need… access to it, for a while. I beg you, brother! My magics are so depleted, I am now as vulnerable as a newborn babe to any attacks my enemies might direct toward me. And,” he contrived to look ashamed, “I have made quite a few enemies on this realm. I would hate to perish, simply because I had expended my defenses and could not replenish them in time.”

Thor felt like scolding him. Saying how he had made his own bed and ought to lie in it. 

But it also felt… silly, even petty to refuse such a minor request. Especially when Loki had come to him for aid, after so long as adversaries. Especially since he somehow suspected that the lightness of Loki’s tone was an affectation belying the seriousness of his situation.

He groaned, knowing already that he was going to agree, and knowing from the glint in Loki’s eyes that he was going to regret it. 

*

Shivers traveled through his body, no matter how he tried to ignore them. 

Loki had begun by saying that it would be enough to simply comb his fingers through it. That he could gather what he needed that way. And he had urged Thor to a seat where Loki could stand behind him. 

Fingers in his hair, and Loki murmuring mildly, talking of this and that, topics Thor could not keep track of as the minutes unwound. Fingers in his hair, sending shivers through him. 

It had been so long, he had forgotten. The time, long ago, when he had been an unruly son and a wild, refusing either for his hair to be trimmed or for anyone to tend it. Their mother had tried to comb it, and he had screamed and run, and the tangles—he did not now even want to think what he must have looked like. 

Only Loki had he allowed. His little brother’s clever fingers, teasing out the brambles and the knots. 

There was some echo of that in this. The sensation of gentle tugging at the roots. The occasional scrape of a fingernail. 

Shivers traveled through Thor’s body. 

*

“It’s too slow like that,” Loki murmured. “It’s all right, isn’t it? You don’t mind if I—”

Loki’s fingers wrapped around a thick lock of blond. 

“I won’t hurt you,” Loki promised. “Just a little sting…”

He pulled. Then harder, as Thor made no reaction beyond a soft gasp. 

Thor’s lovers never dared. It happened only rarely, on accident. He was Thor, the god of thunder. The heir to the throne of Asgard. Who would be so bold as to pull his hair, as if he were a young girl being teased at play? He had thought of asking for it, sometimes, but could never bring himself to actually say the words. 

He huffed a breath, neck craning back as Loki pulled. The feeling of it…

He did not notice at first that the bend in his neck pressed his scalp against Loki’s belly where he stood behind. When his eyes blinked open, he was gazing up into Loki’s face. 

Loki’s voice was a breathy, fluttering thing. 

“It’s doing me so much good, brother. Thank you for permitting me this. I will be revitalized before you know.”

*

Nonetheless, Loki did not stop any time soon. Rather, he repositioned them so that he could sit at Thor’s side instead, for greater comfort as the hours stretched. 

“It might be even swifter if…”

Thor’s brows bunched. “If what?”

“A single thread is not terribly strong, but woven together into cord they can carry much,” Loki said. “May I plait your hair, brother?”

Thor nodded, not trusting his voice just then. 

Before he knew, his brother held two long, golden ropes in his hands, and when he pulled upon them the sensation shot through Thor’s entire form. 

Loki’s voice trembled. 

“Do you know, brother? I think I am a fool. I think, for this to work, I ought to be touching your skin as well. There is such power in intimacy, where magic is concerned.”

*

Thor’s neck craned back, and he whimpered with the delicious pain at the roots of his hair. He whimpered at other sensations he could not define or describe, except that he was sure it was the channeling of whatever magic was innate to him, or magic he had absorbed from years of proximity to Mjolnir, or whatever it was that Loki had explained to him at the start—whatever it was, the sensation of magic being channeled from his body into his brother’s, through the conduit of a pair of braids like reins, held tight in Loki’s hands. 

It surely worked better because of the other points of connection between them. Loki had said it was so, as he stripped their garments away and soothed a hand over his buttocks where he knelt, head bowed. 

Loki rode him now, buried deep inside him, and holding fast to those reins he had made, tugging and pulling as no one else had ever dared. 

“It feels… so good… the power you grant me willingly, Thor,” Loki gasped, bent over him. “I feel so much stronger already. You are such a generous brother, granting me just what I need. I love you more dearly than you believe. More dearly than you know.”

*

Thor fell apart on one final sharp tug. Fell apart, clenching tight, back curved against the grip of Loki’s fists on his hair. 

It had to be a bolt of magic that coursed through him. It had to be, especially since Loki collapsed upon his back in the moments that followed, sweaty chest against sweaty shoulders. Tickling kisses against the back of his neck, following the hairline up toward his ear, kissing there as well. Tingling shivers still all over his scalp, and a breathless feeling in his chest. One of Loki’s hands wrapping around his waist to play idly with the curls of hair at the root of his slowly softening cock, and Loki’s gentle laughter muffled against his skin.. 

“Did you believe it the whole time? Or did you just need the excuse?” Loki murmured. 

Thor’s cheeks burned with a sudden fire, and he said nothing, but as Loki peeled himself away Thor withdrew, scowling, bitter. 

Of course he hadn’t believed. Not entirely. Not foolishly. But he had let the lie stand, willingly. 

“Did I need the excuse?” he asked, eyes turning to meet Loki’s. “Or did you?”

Loki had the decency to look ashamed, at least for a moment, but Thor was not placated.

“Maybe it was true,” Loki said, pleading. 

Thor did not look at him but instead attended to undoing the plaits in his hair. As he worked, the strands fell loose in shining blond waves. 

“I’m sorry,” Loki said. “Please, brother. I was… I was being cruel for no reason. I’m sorry.”

Thor scowled at him and worked on the other plait.

“Please, Thor. I did need to… I truly did. I was not lying about that.”

Loki’s hands were buried in the thick waves, and his lips were on Thor’s cheek, importuning. Loki’s fingers on his scalp.

And, oh, Thor was going to be a fool for him again. Of course he was. Every single time. 

moar long-haired thor that's all i need

[kohada-sushi]

Inspired by Sara’s work!(in Japanese)

This ficlet was an unexpected match of 🐍⚡️ and Indiana Jones, but it expands my imagination of Thorki AU soooo much!

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⚡️🐍とインディ、思いがけない組み合わせだけどそこがまた良くて。冒険家な感じとか棺に横たわるロキと再会するシーンなど、すごくマッチしていてイメージが膨らみました！

[punyjotungod]

I’m Here, I’ll Be Your Crutch.

Loki quietly stepped into Thor's field of view on the mirror he was looking into, letting the other know he was there, quietly watching. It was a moment Loki didn't want to break the silence on, it seemed like it was important to Thor. His brother had gently touched, and traced the area around his eyepatch, examining it, getting a feel for it, before noticing Loki in the mirror.

Loki gave him a soft smile, it was one of sadness and regret. It was one of love, ready to rekindle their dying relationship.

"It suits you," Loki said, when Thor didn't say anything to acknowledge him there. Thor turned from the mirror to actually face Loki.

"Thank you." Thor replied, returning the soft smile Loki gave him before. "If you were here, I might actually give you a hug." He said, tossing the stopper up and down in his hand a couple times, before throwing it Loki's direction. Thor had expected his brother to be lost to him for some time after Ragnarok, possibly abandoning him again, travelling in his own provided ship until he was ready to join Thor again. That was assuming he wasn't killed in the explosion... Seeing him here now did ease some worries and fears he held.

When Loki caught the stopper, instead of the stopper going straight through him like Thor had expected, the air of tension that had slowly built up between them had disappeared, both males visibly relaxing. Loki took a couple steps closer to Thor, before stopping. "I'm here, brother," He promised, his voice soft spoken.

Thor closed in the small gap between them quickly, pulling Loki into his arms, holding him tight. He wrapped one arm around Loki, the other clutching the back of his head, as he buried his face against the other's neck. Loki had dropped the stopper in favor of returning the hug, his hands clutching Thor's cape.

They stayed standing like that for a few moments, before Loki could feel Thor begin to shake against him, and feel wetness hitting his skin. It broke his heart, to witness Thor suddenly break down like this in front of him, when he didn't expect it. Yet, he was glad to know Thor still trusted him enough to allow himself to. He began to gently rock them back and forth, quietly repeating to Thor that it was okay, that he was here, and things will get better.

It wasn't entirely uncalled for though, and Loki understood that. He's broken down like this before when things got too much for him too, a few years earlier when he was locked up. When everything in his life just piled on top of him - his Jotun heritage revealed, being mind-controlled by Thanos, being sentenced a life in prison - it all finally came crashing down on him once he heard the news of their mother's death. It was too much to bare anymore. Though, he didn't have anyone to hold him through it like Thor does.

And now it was Thor's turn, as the loss of everything he had, at the loss of their father, their people, hit him harder than it did Loki. And Loki swore to himself he'd be there for Thor now.

"I thought I'd lost you too..." Thor said in between his quiet sobs, his voice cracking.

"Shhh..." Loki hushed gently, running a hand through Thor's short hair, suddenly missing the long hair he once had. "I'm okay, I'm here," He said again, repeating the motion.

He moved his hands to move Thor's face off him, holding the sides of his face in front of him, and wiped the tears away with his thumbs, when he felt that Thor was mostly done and had let it all out.

"Loki..." Thor said pathetically, weakly.

"I'm sorry, Thor." Loki said, looking into Thor's one eye. It was hard to look at Thor like this, to know he had to deal with this disfiguration of himself on top of everything else. He meant his apology, even if he wasn't very clear what it was for, but he put all his emotions and honesty into it. That he was sorry for what Thor was going through, that he was sorry for everything he'd done to his brother, that his own actions caused all these events to come to light. He felt eternally guilty for it.

Loki's own thumb raised up, touching the skin on Thor's face just below the eyepatch he wore, just as Thor had done earlier. "The eyepatch really does look good on you, brother." He tried to lift his spirits just slightly. He wanted Thor to feel confident about it, and not let it bring him down and feel any less of a person because of it. He regret that he couldn't be there when Thor had the wound cleaned and patch applied. "Does it hurt?"

Thor shook his head gently, not enough to dislodge Loki's hands from his face. "No," He sniffled. "I've had some pain killers..."

Loki gave Thor another small sad smile at that. He wished he could take away his big brother's pains. His brother was always so strong, and nothing in Loki's recent memory or long-term memory had ever broken him quite like this.

"Can I take a look?" Loki asked, watching as Thor's face went through varying expressions and emotions about it. "It's okay if you don't want me to see, brother." He reassured.

"I..." Thor hesitated, his one eye looking off to the side, not realizing he was holding his breath until he finally exhaled through his nose. "I suppose you can..."

He wanted to trust Loki, let him back into his life. He wanted to believe Loki only wanted to look because he was concerned for him, and not to later mock him for it when it was convenient for him.

"Okay," Loki replied. When he lifted the eyepatch off Thor's face, he made sure to keep his expression schooled, and not show any immediate reaction, if only to keep Thor more comfortable. Sadness, however, was clearly seen in his eyes. It, well, it wasn't pretty, what Loki was seeing. What once held one of Thor's brilliant blue eyes, was now a marred, eye-less, raw socket. "Norns..." He remarked quietly.

It felt somewhat ironic, that Loki had spent a lifetime threatening to stab Thor over trivial things, and actually stabbing him when their fights went too far, but it was Thor's actual blood-related sibling, who took it further and harmed him irreversibly. Loki never, ever, would have done that to Thor, and harm him in such a way, even after his past threats of killing him. He always did love Thor too much.

A green swirl of magic flowed from Loki's finger tips, to Thor's eye, healing all the damaged skin there, repairing it. Making it as good as new again, saving Thor from further pains from it that he might not be able to later help him with.

"That should help," Loki said when he was finished. It certainly looked better than it did, but it wasn't any more pleasant to look at. He placed the eyepatch back on for him, a small part of him feeling happier, content, that he could help and be there for Thor, even if it was such a small thing he did for him.

"Thank you, Loki," Thor said, placing his own hands on top of his brother's, pulling them away from his face, so that he could hold them. "Thank you, for coming back...For being here, truly."

Loki's calm demeanor nearly dropped with that, not having expected something like that from his brother. It broke his heart again, just as before when Thor first broke down, that Thor didn't believe he would come back home to him until Loki proved him wrong.

"Thor...brother," Loki started, and now it was his turn, as he let go of Thor's hands, and wrapped his arms around the other again, his face against his shoulder. "I know, I'm sorry." He let out a long shaky breath.

Loki let himself be held by Thor, giving the other the support back that he knew he needed. Again, no words were said between them, just taking comfort of the other's presence in their arms.

Loki was the first to pull back again, not fully, keeping contact with Thor with his hands gently holding on his arms. "Thor, listen to me," He said, looking straight into Thor's eye. "You...you really are the strongest person I know." He started, his eyes softening. "You always have been, our whole lives. Through our thick and thin, you always came out stronger, better, more knowledgeable. It's okay, that you cried, brother. I don't look at you any differently, literally and figuratively.

"But you..you've survived this mess. You're here, standing with me now. After the loss of our father, after the loss of our planet, you're here. Ready to continue moving forward, and take a lost people to find a new home." Loki said, wiping away a tear on Thor's face that fell, until he rested that hand against Thor's neck, much like what Thor always did to him. He brought them closer, resting his forehead against his brother's. "I'm so proud of you." He said quieter.

Thor only sniffled again, not knowing what to say to Loki's little speech to him. It warmed his heart, it made him realized just how far apart he and Loki had strayed from each other, that Loki hasn't been this brutally honest with him in probably decades. He missed this Loki, his brother who he'd grown up beside, the one that his heart felt an infinite amount of love for.

"I promise I'll stay by your side." Loki continued, when Thor didn't say anything in response, lifting his head from Thor's. "You're, well.. We're the only ones we have left, brother." He said, with a breath of a chuckle, giving a sad smile, his own heart aching. "I know I can't tell you yet all that's happened to me, but if you need it, I'll be there for you again, I'll be your support, just like I am now."

"Loki, thank you..." Thor said again. This really felt like a brand new start for them. Along with everything else in their life, it was a blank slate, ready to be forged anew. Loki was ready to stay by Thor's side permanently, it seemed, all his previous rage and jealousy towards Thor gone, and replaced with support and encouragement. It also seemed like Thor wasn't the only one who had changed over the years. "I've missed you."

"And you as well." Loki replied. "Let's forget the past," He suggested. He didn't mean it in a completely literal way, but in terms of their rocky relationship the past few years. Especially their time on Sakaar, where things had been especially ugly between each other, and betrayal came around to both of them, using the other for their own gain, "and forge a new future, yes?" Loki asked, giving him a hopeful smile.

"Agreed." Thor said. He felt better now, after letting out a bit of a cry, overwhelmed with his emotions at the time, and having this small, yet meaningful chat with Loki. He knew there were many more things left unsaid between them, actions left hanging with no apologies or explanations, but they will most likely come at a later date. Loki had promised to stay, and Thor believed him. His brother never took his promises lightly, and whenever he made them, he meant and followed through with them.

"I love you, little brother." Thor said, leaning in to give Loki a kiss on the crown of his head.

"And I love you, Thor." Loki responded. "Never doubt it."

[mischievous-thunder]

Soothe My Ache~

Thor and Loki's day starts with their usual fight. No reason in particular, fighting for the sake of fighting and it's Loki who starts it. Always. He just needs to have his brother riled up. His soul aches for it.

That's the sole purpose of Loki's existence. Seeing his brother lose it, makes him feel serene and excited at the same time.

Loki knows very well what will follow.

His brother will most certainly hold him down any moment now in order to make him stop doing whatever he's had planned.

Sheer bliss indeed!

Loki's hands will be pinned up by a strong grip while his brother's other hand will be around his throat.

Loki will just smile evilly, for his plan will be successful. It isn't the mayhem that he's had planned. It's this. It's being underneath his brother, writhing weakly and completely at his mercy with no escape routes.

Thor will be too angry to do anything other than smashing his lips against his in a searing soul-sucking kiss.

So, Loki has sorted everything out. It's been happening for so long that by now he's memorised all the steps. Loki, unable to wait, works as a catalyst as he lands a solid punch to his brother's jaws.

Perfectly timed! The exact push Thor needed.

Loki closes his eyes with a blissful smile as Thor finally pushes him up against the cold stone wall. Thunder rumbles overhead and the younger god knows that that's the telltale sign.

It's about to begin. Any moment now.

[theangrykimchi]

45<3

Nice choice Anon! I hope you will enjoy this ficlet 😘

Also, to everyone:

I promise I haven't forgotten about these prompts, they are constantly on my mind, but it's uni finals for me right now and I barely have enough energy to study for my constant slew of exams as is🥲

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Thor was suddenly knocked back against the wall, gasping in surprise more than pain as the cobalt blue figure of Loki Laufeyson stood before him. Seething. Having accosted him as Thor was making his way back to his chambers.

“How dare you undermine me in front of the entire council,” Loki spat between clenched teeth. He looked beautiful and fierce, his body drawn tight in his anger, ready to strike like a snake—oh, did Thor love snakes.

Thor shook his head, trying to clear it a little, trying to hold back his smile. He wasn't successful in either.

“What are you smiling about?”

“I didn't undermine you, Loki,” Thor said, placatingly, “I simply didn't think you were being entirely honest of your intentions.”

“How would you even know, Odinson?” Loki said, his eyes burning with ire.

Thor laughed.

“You are so pretty when you're angry,” he said. “Still, beauty will get you nowhere in rebuilding that frozen realm of yours.”

Loki's expression changed between anger, shock and then anger again and, with a snarl he pushed Thor back again, making him knock his head against the gilded wall. Thor snarled and grabbed Loki by the front of his dark tunic, pulling him close until their noses touched.

“I could have you beheaded for this,” Thor threatened, but Loki's stance didn't falter. Instead, Thor felt the sharp edge of a dagger pressing under his jaw, too close to his throat.

“And I could have you dead in an instant, Your Majesty,” Loki drawled, a malicious smirk spreading against his face.

Thor gripped the Jotun Prince’s tunic tighter, pulling him in until they shared breath, their lips touching in a facsimile of a kiss.

“Do it. I dare you, little Prince,” he prompted, gripping at Loki's hip, smiling when Loki pushed forward against him, pressing their bodies together.

“You're insufferable,” Loki spat, like so many times before, closing the meager distance that separated their mouths in a biting kiss that bruised more than it conveyed anything else.

The dagger fell with a clang on the marble floor and Loki gasped when Thor pulled at his ebony hair, his nails raked under Thor's bare arms and before long Thor could taste blood in their mouths, his tongue stinging where it had scraped itself against Loki's sharp teeth. Loki smiled into their kiss, feral, driven by lust and anger as Thor gabbed at his waist and changed their positions, pressing Loki against the wall before tearing at his clothes.

“You're a beast, Allfather, how uncomely of you,” Loki mocked but still writhed his body this way and that to help Thor undress him, both of them uncaring of where they were.

“You make me one.”

Loki's laugh, mean and proud, rang under the corridor as Thor bit down hard on one blue shoulder.

[thoratricalloki]

Wow Thor just panting and writhing around, shirtless, chest sleak with sweat. 🤔👌 He's thinking of his brother and touching himself..👍 Loki shows up and (Thor is so lost in his fantasies and pleasure he hardly notice) pops his fingers into Thor's mouth... 💕⚡🔥🐍❄💕

"Mmh..Loki.." he manages to shakily breathe out while he can't help but suck his brother's fingers filthily, hungrily..obscenely making noises. Loki feels his tongue swirling and his pants tighten as the feeling rushes straight from his finger to his cock like an electrical shock.

Loki pulls his fingers out of Thor's mouth and it made such a popping sound he shivered. He pulled Thor's hand from his groin to Loki's mouth where he then proceeded to kiss and gently lavish his skin. "My brother..you are so lustful for me, I hardly have to touch you, you could come undone right now before me, with your hands pulled back behind you. You're cock would tremble and pulse before me. "

Loki's words, the sound of his voice was like a kind of electricity that could break all the nerves in Thors mind and body sending a new kind of spark throughout him, something ten times as powerful as the natural surging power within him.

"Do it.." he hissed. He was panting so hard, thrashing his head about as Loki lavished one hand and kept his other fingers tightly entangled with his own.

"Breathe brother" he smiled with plush lips.

Electricity was trickling from Thor's finger tips and the taste sparking on Loki's tongue made him bite back a groan on Thor's fingers.

He released Thor's hand and pressed it down to Thor's fully thick, impossibly large cock that trembled and leaked with the magnitude of the wait. Thor immediately cried out, bucking his hips but Loki crushed his lips over his brothers.

Loki continued to use Thor's hand, wet from Loki's mouth to stroke the truly god like cock. Thor bit at his lips furiously and Loki panted into his mouth.

"I...ah..would have all of you brother.." he growled the last word fiercely tangling his hand not held with his brothers into Loki's soft and disheveled hair.

"I want to see you stroke yourself while you look only at me." Loki spoke in a demanding tone. "Then when you are about to come.. stop, I will take you there."

Loki pulled away and Thor groaned from displeasure. But it was replaced with an intense light in his face as Loki shed his clothes entirely with a spark of green magic and stood looking like a swan among crows, pale skin shining as though he were bathed in moonlight.

Thor's face was flushed with the heat of desire and his lips puffy as he bit them helplessly. He stroked himself, shivering as the wetness he felt was from Loki's mouth. Loki's delicious mouth. "Ohh.." he could hardly take the mounting pleasure. It was all encompassing the love and lust he felt for his brother but to see Loki's gaze upon him now..

Loki's mouth parted slack, his chest rising and falling unsteadily. His face was flushed and eyes dark, sparkling with lust. His hand was on his own cock stroking slow and long. "Thor.." he breathed as his heart pounded in his ears.

That they could derive such pleasure just from the sight of each other...it would drive them both to madness Loki thought.

Thor's face went wild with pleasure. Loki was quickly upon him stealing his hand away from his throbbing member. "Let me.." he spoke but neither of them could hear but for the blood pounding in their ears. "Loki...loki... oh -NORNS..Ohhh..." Thor was trembling and breaking as Loki licked and swirled over Thor's cock and he couldn't help but swallow it down whole. Then Thor was crying out helplessly through Loki's hand over his mouth. He bucked wildly and Loki swallowed Thor's seed as if it was the only drink that would ever quench his thirst. He felt Thor so intensely beneath him. He was like the supporting columns of a cathedral and Loki knew his weight would never crush Thor he was always going to support him.

"Oh..Loki. " he nuzzled into him and Loki buried his nose in Thor's hair.

"We already made love three times this morning and then I catch you touching yourself without me.."

"I'm insatiable for you.." Thor confessed planting kisses along Loki's neck. "And now you will come for me..brother" he spoke those words with such a sultry edge Loki felt himself in desperate need.

Loki rolled his eyes however noting Thor's cock twitch with interest yet again.

He wasn't going to get anything productive accomplished today was he? Good thing he didn't actually mind.

[salakavala7]

thorki ficlet #3: Moustache

The third word of the thorki drabble thing: moustache. There is no ask this time, because I got the word in a comment on AO3. Adventuring young princes ahead, enjoy!

| Milk | Postcard | Moustache | Mosquito | Hope | Icon | Submission | Pegasus |

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Moustache

As usual, it was Loki who came up with the idea.

He had read about it in one of his endless books, an adventure tale of some sort. Thor personally thought that if you had time to read about about adventures from a book, you might as well go and experience them yourself, but Loki had his quirks and could spend hours upon hours with his nose buried in dusty pages. Still, Thor couldn't deny that sometimes Loki's best ideas were inspired by the tales he's read. Like now.

Darkness was a silent cloak around them, a shield against spying eyes of bloodthirsty beasts as they ventured forth in the thick growth of the jungles of Vanaheim. Neither the moon nor the stars could penetrate the rich foliage above their heads – tall trees blocked any light the night might have otherwise provided. They could barely see ten steps ahead as they advanced towards their target, and while the darkness did protect them from unwanted gazes, it couldn't hide them from other beastly senses: the nightly terrors of the wilderness had such a sharp sense of smell that they could probably spot the two boys from the other side of the forest. Loki had learnt this from his book.

“They can even smell your fear,” he whispered right into Thor's ear, following tightly at his heels.

“I'm not afraid,” Thor whispered back, although he was a little; the monster they were determined to face was the most formidable in all the Nine Realms. They had to proceed with caution, or risk their hides.

Shadows swam and shifted around them as they made their way towards their destination, the lair of the beast. They needn't slay it – they only needed to retrieve a single hair from its face as a proof of their courage and of fulfilling the demanding feat.

“We're almost there,” Thor whispered to Loki, who only nodded and tightened his grip on Thor's tunic. Thor was glad that he did – he would never admit it, but Loki's presence helped slightly calm his thudding heart. They both knew it wasn't a silly game. Tonight, they were playing with fire.

“Look!” Loki whispered with urgency. “There's the entrance to its lair!”

He was right – they had reached the enormous cave of the monster. Thor gulped. It was one thing to read of heroic deeds, and quite another to perform them – and the most dangerous part was yet ahead. But they were both princes of Asgard, and they would do this.

The entrance was obstructed by huge rocks effectively blocking the way into the depths of the cave. “I will break through it with Mjölnir,” Thor told Loki quietly, clutching the legendary weapon of warriors in his hand.

“No,” whispered Loki. “That will wake the beast. Leave it to me, I will clear the way with my magic, it'll be so quiet that no one will notice a thing.”

As much as Thor would have liked to object, he had to admit Loki was right. They could not afford to rouse the monster, not now.

They crept to the entrance, and, true to his word, Loki did swift work clearing it without as much as a creak.

They slipped in.

It was even darker inside than it had been outside in the jungle – they could barely discern their own toes. Thor felt about with his hand until it found Loki's shoulder, and clutched it tightly – to give courage to his little brother, of course. “We are here,” he whispered, and they shared a nervous, excited look in the dark. It was time.

They could hear the monster's heavy breathing rumble from the depths of its lair. Loki had to clamp a hand over his mouth as a terrified giggle escaped him, when a particularly loud snort shook the walls of the cave.

“Shhh!” Thor shushed him urgently, but had to fight giggling himself. It wasn't even funny – he was terrified to the marrow of his bones.

Together, squeezing each other's hands tightly, they crept deeper into the cave.

They found the monster in its nest – and it wasn't alone.

Loki gasped. “Look! It has a prisoner!”

“No, it's its mate,” Thor whispered back. “We mustn't wake either. Come on.”

Closer still, closer, until the sleeping beast was within the reach of Thor's arm.

They exchanged a look and gulped. The moment had come.

“Do it,” Loki whispered barely audibly, eyes wide in the dark.

Thor had expected it, but still he couldn't help feeling a little queasy. “Why me? It was your idea, you do it!”

“I cleared the way through the rocks to get in here. We must both have equal glory, brother. If I do this, too, then what's left for you?”

Thor knew full well what Loki was doing, but even so, Loki was right. Besides, Thor was the older brother here. Who, if not he, should step forward and prove his worthiness? It was his responsibility, both as the wielder of Mjölnir and the greatest warrior in the Nine Realms, and the protector of his little brother.

“All right.”

Loki grasped his hand, and he squeezed it back. Then, trying to even his breathing and calm his hammering heart, slowly, so slowly, Thor reached for the hairs covering the monster's face. He pinched one between his trembling fingertips.

“Have you got it?” Loki asked, breathless.

“I've got it.” Thor could feel the beast's hot and heavy breath on his fingers. “Prepare to run.”

“I'm ready,” Loki whispered, and, with one last determined breath, Thor yanked.

The monster awoke.

The talk they got from Odin in the morning was harrowing, but it was somewhat undermined by their mother's evident struggles to maintain a straight face. Then Loki stepped forward and pointed out that Thor and he had been able to sneak past all their father's guards and slip to their parents' bedside without being caught, even as close as to pinch a hair from Odin's moustache. That gave Odin pause, and in the end they got off easier than they might have expected. “You always get us in trouble,” Thor grumbled all the same when they left the great hall afterwards.

Loki smirked. “I also got us out of it. Besides -” And his eyes glimmered with glee and excitement, “- now we've finally accomplished all the Labours of the Hero, and have proof of it!”

Yes, Loki's ideas often got them in trouble. But, watching his little brother's glowing face and flushed cheeks, Thor thought he didn't mind that at all.

*

[philosopherking1887]

Summary: On the Asgardian Ark, Heimdall and Loki have a frank conversation and come to an understanding or several.

In case anyone missed this little ficlet when I posted it on Tumblr.

[runnerfivestillalive]

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Loki pulled out of Thor’s arms, taking the warmth of his body with him, and sat up, on the edge of the bed.

“I’m not.” Thor rolled toward him, hands following him, and snaked an arm over his hips. He wasn’t really getting up, was he? It was too cold, outside the blankets. “I think we should talk about it.”

Loki had been paused on the edge of the bed only while he combed his hair into something resembling order. That achieved, he pulled impatiently away. “About what?”

“The future. In general. But this in particular.”

Loki made a scoffing noise, and though his back was turned as he slid his clothes back on, Thor could as good as hear the eye roll.

Thor hurried to get up as well, since Loki was clearly intending to flee this conversation. “What’s wrong? Do you not want to have children?” With him?

Loki sighed, and though he seemed to be trying not to look hurried, he was now dressing so quickly he stumbled over trying to get his shoes on. Ha. At least Thor’s simpler outfits had some advantage! “I’m sure it will happen eventually. We fuck often enough.”

Thor frowned. “Do you not want it? I’m a fertility god, brother, I can ensure-“

“That’s not the point! It will happen or not! You don’t need to ruin a perfectly good mood with your ridiculous planning!” He said the last word with angry disdain.

“Brother…” Thor moved quickly, and caught Loki’s arm before he could make it to the door. “We don’t have to talk about it now, if you don’t want to. But this is important. Planning for the future-“

Loki jerked his arm away, with an angry noise, and Thor was so startled he forgot his words. “I knew you were a fool, but not an idiot! Don’t tell me you believe in that nonsense!”

Thor frowned, thinking back through his words. “…Having children? Loki, I assure you, we can have children.” Ah. Perhaps that was why Loki was upset. Thor, as a god of fertility, had felt Loki’s readiness rising from him as clearly as music. It was so obvious for him he took it as a given. For Loki, who had been in his male form for several years now, it had perhaps come as a bit of a shock.

Loki scowled. “No, ‘planning for the future’.” He made a face of disgust. “Don’t tell me you fell for that fairytale.”

“What?”

“Stability and a predictable future are myths parents tell children to give them a reason to study hard and eat their vegetables. Nothing beyond the short-term intentions of a child ever actually goes to plan. Surely you’ve noticed?”

Thor had had enough assumptions crumbled beneath his feet these last years to give that some thought. But… “Not exactly, I suppose, and not every time. But it’s not as if there’s no point planning for the future.”

Loki made a frustrated sigh. “It is, though! People are always getting attached to this future in their heads, that they think they’re going to have, and then they get outraged when it doesn’t happen! Constantly! Surely you’ve noticed? Plans are always in ruins, futures are always gone, and everyone acts shocked, every time!” Loki started pacing in agitation. “They get so attached to these made up futures they ‘planned on’, and then they go to pieces when that’s not how it turns out!”

Understanding began to creep into Thor’s mind, and it made him feel cold.

“Look at everyone here, all still in shock over Asgard being destroyed! It’s as if they think Odin calling it ‘the realm eternal’ actually made it so! I’ve never heard anyone talk about their plans for the future except when they were either just ruined or about to be ruined, but people keep… making them! They insist on setting themselves up for disappoint! And then they make things worse, trying to cling to futures that never even existed!”

Thor had a sudden cold memory of a time when they’d been captured by enemies and sentenced to execution in the morning. Loki had looked so unconcerned that Thor had been able to push down his own panic, thinking that his brother had a plan to escape. When Loki had indeed managed their escape, he’d been impressed by his brother’s clever planning.

He realized now, looking back at the memory, that Loki’s escape hadn’t been cleverly planned, it had been cleverly improvised. Loki hadn’t looked worried when they’d been sentenced simply because it had been for the next morning. To Loki, a future as distant as the next morning simply didn’t exist in any predictable way.

“Loki… brother, you are the god of mischief. Of chaos.”

Loki sighed, coming down from the peak of his rant. “Yes, I suppose that might be why I’m able to handle it better. But really, Thor. Surely people have noticed that nothing ever goes to plan!”

Thor couldn’t quite meet Loki’s eyes. “They do when you’re not around.”

Loki’s pacing stopped. “What?”

“Not… all the time, of course. But mostly… For most people, days end where they expected them to when they woke up. Schedules are mostly followed. Plans… plans mostly go through as intended.”

Loki made a noise of disgust. “Really? And when have you ever seen that?”

Thor swallowed. He forced his eye to Loki’s, then flicked away again. “When you’re not around.”

Loki was silent.

Thor barreled on, feeling a sudden need to fill the silence. “Think about it. Take… take shopkeepers in the market! The market depends on being a reasonably safe place people can go to buy and sell predictable amounts of goods. It wouldn’t work if it wasn’t predictable enough for people to feel safe going there, day after day.”

Loki shook his head, and cut the air sharply with a dismissive hand. “People are better at adapting than they think they are! The market is always being destroyed or-“

“When you’re there.”

Loki’s mouth shut so quickly Thor heard the click of teeth.

“And people sentenced to execution are usually executed, and strategies usually get followed and go more or less as they were predicted to go, and planted crops usually get harvested, and… and most plans just happen as intended.”

“When I’m not around.”

“It makes sense.” Thor offered the words, trying to make them sound light. Soothing. “You’re the god of chaos. Of course things wouldn’t go to plan around you.” He took a step toward his brother, and tried to pull him into an embrace. “I never thought about how that would effect how you thought of the future!”

Loki didn’t speak.

Thor plunged forward, desperately. “But Loki, I promise you, there is such a thing as stability! We can plan for the future! New Asgard is getting settled, and we could have children, if you want, and raise them here, and it could be safe!”

“If I’m not here.”

“What? No! I meant- I just mean that you don’t see it, but we can plan for the future we want! And it can happen! Truly, I promise you, we can-“

“If I’m not here!”

“No!” Gods. Norns. He was a fool, just like Loki had said. This conversation wasn’t going at all how he’d planned.

Just like Loki had said.

Loki pulled away, and headed for the door. “Stay here, then, with your stability. Build your predictable future.”

“Brother, wait!”

As the door swung shut, Thor saw tears in his brother’s eyes. “Find someone else to have your children!”

[hjbender]

News anchor/journalist Loki and meteorologist/storm chaser Thor AU

They are forced to work together to make a year-long documentary series on catastrophic weather, particularly tornadoes.

They could not be more different. Loki lives in the city in a nice high rise apartment; Thor lives in a camper and has no permanent address. Loki enjoys quiet, orderly atmospheres, a cup of tea and a book, modern jazz. Thor enjoys atmospheres that are exploding with lightning and thunder, takeaway meals and energy drinks, and classic rock.

They are night and day. 

They spend an entire spring in the American Midwest, crammed together in Thor's armored, tornado-proof SUV, chasing storms, witnessing the destructive forces of nature, and nearly getting killed a few times. It's the most unbearable, exciting time of Loki's life. 

He finds Thor offensively handsome but far too reckless and unstable. A pity, really; he’s got a good heart, a nice body, and he’s single (and proudly, openly bi). He’s the ideal man... or the perfect storm, in Loki's case. 

Thor thinks Loki is too “high-maintenance” and uptight (but still pretty cute). If only he would loosen up a bit, they might get along better. He teases him, but Loki just blushes and looks the other way, muttering things like “Let’s just focus on doing our jobs, shall we?” 

The sexual tension builds but neither one dares to make the first move, convinced that they’re both completely incompatible with one another. And really, where could this go? They live in two separate worlds. One has his head in the clouds, the other has his feet firmly on earth. 

After a dangerously close call with an EF-4 tornado one day, Loki gets out of the SUV, declaring that he's going to hitchhike back to the city because he can't bear another moment of... this.

It's a half-lie. He just wants to see if storms are the only thing Thor will chase.

Thor indeed chases after him in the pouring rain, apologizing and promising not to be so reckless. Loki marches on. Thor catches him by the wrist and pulls him into his arms.

Against a backdrop of churning purple clouds and lightning flashes, they kiss each other ravenously.

That night they end up in a little motel on the Oklahoma/Kansas border, drying their clothes and having marathon sex while keeping one eye on the radar, just in case.

Thor, for all his wildness, proves himself to be a tender lover. Loki is the wild one in bed.

A year later, the documentary ends up being a huge success, mostly because of the two co-hosts who complement each other. They make a good team.

The series wins several awards and the producers ask Thor and Loki if they would be willing to do another season or two.

By the time Season 3 of Thunder Chasers rolls around, Loki is wearing jeans and baseball caps, Thor is listening to jazz, and they have a shared “battle cry” when they begin chasing a storm.

Oh, and their wedding rings have lightning bolts and storm clouds etched on them, too.

🌩️

[illwynd]

2022 writing meme

Tagged by @pandirpus​. TY!!! :D

Word count for the year: 42,051 posted, significantly more than that written but not all of them were good words so we’ll roll with the posted number. Not the worst, I suppose.

Number of stories posted to Ao3: four new fics, and added chapters to two other WIPs.

Pairings written for: Thorki

Fandoms I wrote for: Thor & Loki fandom 5eva

Most popular story: If we’re not including ongoing WIPs from previous years, then What You Are in the Dark.

Story I’m most proud of: Hmm, despite being one of those ongoing WIPs, I think LMD, since it’s not just one of the longer things I’ve written in a while but also one of the more ambitious in terms of complexity and some interesting narrative and thematic stuff going on. Now that the spookyfic is just about done I’ll be able to get back to wrapping this one up, and with any luck y’all will agree.

Funniest: Illegal. Spur-of-the-moment incest smut with Thor in lingerie, written to taunt antis. It gave me a lol at least.

Kinkiest: I’m pretty sure Thor enjoying getting railed by tentacles wins this fight.

Saddest: Hmm, probably Once Again. Canon separating Thor and Loki forever hurts me. Or if we’re including ongoing WIPs, Turned to Lead. Poor mute Loki.

Least Popular: I guess Battlefield Voices? But it is a tiny random ficlet with kid brodinsons so. *shrug*

Most Cringe-Worthy: i have never done anything cringe in my life.

Favorite Opening Line(s):

Anyone else, maybe, would have been grateful.

Favorite Closing Line(s):

Since I can’t give you the last lines of WYAITD or LMD yet, I guess these had some punch...

Thor kisses him again, and Loki’s tears are cleared enough to see his expression now, so warm.

Thor kisses him, smiles at him, and it’s all he’s ever wanted.

“Whatever it is, it can’t get you anymore.”

Top Scenes from Anywhere You Would Choose to Have Illustrated:  

omg I am so bad at thinking of things like this. i just can’t tell which scenes make the best visuals. which makes it even more awesome when someone who can think in art.jpg rather than art.txt answers that question for me, like @hechizero-emplumado did here for LMD :DDDD

Story I haven’t yet written, but intend to:

OK so I’ve at least started writing all of these but they’re not close to posting yet so that counts, right?

Skrull Thor (I am rly looking forward to this one. convoluted but fun.)

Werewolf Loki (probably next year’s spookyfic)

The one where Thor goes to Jotunheim specifically because he’s got a size kink a mile wide and wants to get boned by giants, and Jotun Loki volunteers to be his tour guide, so to speak

The one where Asgard Thor and Loki meet Jotunheim AU Thor and Loki

a bunch more idk. i have so many wips in my folders. so many.

Fic-writing goals for 2023:

i just rly want to write more again. I want to finish some of the backburner stuff and drawer fics and write some stuff I’ve been meaning to write and have new ideas and write some absolute filth and some tear-streaked angst and some silly crack. I want to get back into the swing of things.

Tagging (but no pressure): @gorgeousgalatea, @incredifishface, @pennypaperbrain, @worstloki... anyone else who feels like doing it, you can say I tagged you, too ;)