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MASTER LIBRARIAN AT YOUR SERVICE. Note: I am THORKI_ED, FROSTIRON_ED, HIDDLESWORTH_ED and FANDROKI_ED on AO3 here. I am THORKI_ED on LiveJournal. THIS IS MY STEREK BLOG. THIS IS MY PERSONAL BLOG. I am also BRINGMELOKISMJOLNIR and one-half of THORKIOUTTAKES here on Tumblr. I collect fics your enjoyment, and sometimes I help you find things - just READ THE FAQ FIRST, PLEASE! Ctrl [or Command] +F in the Masterlists first!) If you're ever looking for a recent fill for your request, check out the appropriate masterlist, it should be under the "Updates" section. xo Yes, thorki-smut collects other smut, check out the other masterlists! --Loki's Army-- whoops I'm biased. You are under no obligation to donate! I'm just extremely broke and decided to put this on the blog just in case anyone had some spare change. - THORKI-SMUT (@thorki-smut)
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Lokiweek tumblrs first ever loki week is @thorki-smut

lokiweek:

Tumblr’s first ever Loki week is coming up! The event, which will take place on the last week of March, is a formal celebration of Marvel’s beloved character Loki. Our aim is to bring together all the different fans and to form a peaceful community in which we can all do what we love doing most: appreciating Loki, may it be comic Loki or MCU Loki!

You can post edits, gifs, fanarts, fanvideos, meta… basically anything goes as long as you make it yourself or have the permission of the original creator to post it.

The prompts of Loki week serve as a guideline you can use in case you don’t know what to do for this event, but you are most certainly welcome to do anything you want, as long as it’s Loki-centric.

So here are the prompts with their corresponding tags:

  • March 30: Loki’s Forms & Costumes
    (tag: prompt: costume)
  • March 31: Loki’s Character Traits
    (tag: prompt: traits)
  • April 1: Loki’s Magic & Tricks
    (tag: prompt: magic)
  • April 2: Favorite Loki Scenes & Quotes
    (tag: prompt: scenes)
  • April 3: Loki’s Relationships
    (tag: prompt: relationships)
  • April 4: Loki’s Villainous Moments & Deaths
    (tag: prompt: villain)
  • April 5: Why Loki is More Than Just a Pretty Face
    (tag: prompt: face)

Please don’t forget to use these tags within the first five tagslots, as well as tagging all related Loki Week entries as #loki week so we can find and reblog your post

Can’t wait to see what some of you are going to do & create! Y'all are talented as hell out there!

Thorweek the first ever tumblr thor week is @thorki-smut

thorweek:

The first ever Tumblr Thor Week is coming soon and we have our official (but in no way exclusive) list of prompts! It’s time to show your love for our favorite thunder god!

The prompts listed will give you a starting point for themed posts for that specific day, but all Thor related posts are welcomed!

Days and their corresponding tags:

  • January 6th - Why are you a Thor fan and/or What draws you to Thor
    [tag: entry: thor fans]
  • January 7th - Family relationships and/or Favorite scenes
    [tag: entry: scenes]
  • January 8th - Thor’s costumes
    [tag: entry: thor’s costumes]
  • January 9th - Thor controlling the weather and/or Mjolnir moments
    [tag: entry: weather god]
  • January 10th - Ships and Solo nsfw Thor
    [tag: entry: ship day]
  • January 11th - Thor’s smiles
    [tag: entry: smiling god]
  • January 12th - Thor as a leader and/or king
    [tag: entry: thor as king]

The tags help us see what posts you intend for us to reblog for what day. And please make sure to tag all posts you make regarding Thor Week as “Thor Week“ before any other tags. We will be sure to see them this way.

Entries can include fanart, cosplay, fanfic, fan videos, graphic edits and gifs!

If you’d like to submit posts directly to us, or have any questions, please do so here!

This is a week dedicated to Thor, so please be respectful and courteous to others and do not spread hate, or repost other people’s hard work! Let’s spread some Thor love!

Dear followers, will you be participating? ;)

Left alive rated teen frostiron implied @thorki-smut

“Left Alive” Rated: Teen (FrostIron, implied character death)

(sorry about my hiatus, I’m going to try warming up that writing mind again) !

“You know, they say left-handed people have a lower life span,” Tony blurted out the moment Loki entered the room. “Looks like I’m gonna grow old without you,” he teased.

Loki, still worn from battle glared at him. Muspelheim had not been kind to him for the last four days, even though he had Tony he’d be back in two. “Mortals have proven to have a lower life span, thank you very much,” he spat. He ran his fingers through his jet black locks before resting them on his temples and closing his eyes.

“Touche, but hey, did you also know that left-handed people might actually be more likely to be geniuses? I mean, they’re rumours of course, but still.”

“The preference in which hand I use does not correlate to my immense intellige-”

“But it’s totally cool. You know, our president’s left-handed too. Yup, one Mr. Barack Obama’s a lefty!”

“Why on earth would I ever need to kn-”

“They’re also supposed to feel more negative emotions, like anger,” Tony paused. “You know, that one actually sounds very accurate,” he added after glancing at Loki’s stony face. “The rest of it is probably junk though. Like that one idiot who suggested polar bears are left-handed, what the hell kind of study is that anyways.”

“Tony,” Loki stated very simply.

“Hmm?”

“Quiet time. That is what we need. Lots of peace and quiet,” he said, letting his eyelids droop once more.

“Whoa whoa, you, Loki, the God of Chaos, wants peace? Can I get that recorded?!”

“Already done, sir.”

“JARVIS, you’re the best.”

Loki sighed dramatically as he looked over Tony’s face. The man, still looking young for his age, smiling from ear to ear with the energy and playfulness of a toddler. He made sure to take a mental photograph of that exact moment, with Tony’s face glowing brighter than the Sun. Tony, more happy than anything just for Loki to have come back.

~

“You know, they say left-handed people have a lower life span. Looks like I’m gonna grow old without you.”

You fool,” Loki whispered tenderly to the tombstone he traced his fingers upon. 

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– <3 Sorry love! 

– I’ll never take the masterlists away. I will keep them up and keep this blog as an archive for everyone. I say I’m going to stop posting, but if I ever leave the blog, you can always expect me to drop in and give a post every once in a while at least, so they’ll be updated from time to time :)

– thank you so much!

– I love you too, darling! Best of luck to you as well :)

And thank you to everyone who responded to my previous post as well. The wishes are appreciated and I hope I’ll be doing well this semester! xo

I tried to get on today for the longest time today @thorki-smut

I TRIED TO GET ON TODAY FOR THE LONGEST TIME TODAY WQR)OW{owrsf

I’ll be opening up my ask later today, just fyi. <3 

Eheheheheehehehe its been so long since ive had @thorki-smut

EHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE. IT’S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I’VE HAD MY CRACK……. /humour

** “Diet with Loki” Rated: Mature (FrostIron, implied sexual activity, crack/humour, Avenger!Loki because of reasons)

“In Asgard, the winner of such competitions is practically royalty - though I am royalty, so it didn’t change much,” Thor said, smiling at his memories. Natasha rolled her eyes. 

“How does Asgard afford to feed you?” Clint asked bewilderedly, staring at the heaping pile assorted foods between the two superhumans. He was almost envious of the spread, but a small part of him thought that he was cheating on his delicious chicken panini just by looking at it. 

“Currency? In the realm eternal? Becomes redundant after a few centuries wouldn’t you think?” Loki quipped as he sashayed in the room in his black flannel bottoms and one of Tony’s t-shirts, said billionaire following close behind. Clint contemplated this with a few chews before accepting it.

“Ah, brother! You are just in time to see our challenge!” Thor announced. 

“Yes, I see that,” Loki sneered, though still pulling back Thor’s hair and calling an elastic from the kitchen to fly across the room and into his fingers where he quickly worked Thor’s hair into a small bun. “I suspect you wanted to eat your food, not sweep at it.”

Clint snickered into Bruce’s shoulder, causing him to drop a few cashews from his trail mix. 

Steve fetched plates for himself and Thor, inviting anyone else to their little eating contest.

“Please and thank you,” Loki said politely, pulling out a chair. This time Clint full out snorted, causing Natasha to shoot him a look of disgust over her chicken salad, and Bruce to pause, cup of coffee barely at his lips.

Tony walked over and draped himself lazily over the god’s shoulders. “Real cute, babe.” The next thing he knew, he was on his back like a helpless turtle, winded.

“Do not test me, Stark.”

“That is wonderful! I am glad you will be joining,” Thor beamed as Steve handed them their plates. “I cannot even remember the last time we feasted so gloriously!”

Loki ignored the overwhelming cheer radiating from his brother and heaped his plate high with the assorted offerings: ham, filets, steaks, mashed potatoes, corn, peas, chicken, steamed carrots, pasta, bread.

“Hey, we have dinner plans, remember? Take it easy!” Stark protested, but quickly shut up with a deadly glare from his sort-of boyfriend. 

“Come on, Loki, you’re not fooling anyone,” Clint teased, eyeing the thin, lean limbs. Tony had made his way back, rubbing his bruised back (and ego). “He’s not, right?” Clint asked Tony. 

“Trust me, I’ve seen the guy naked, and there’s not an ounce of fat on him,” Tony confirmed. 

“Too much info, dude.”

“Don’t be a baby. It’s not like I went into detail about how talented Loki’s mouth is, right babe?”

When there was no snarky reply, they went to see why he hadn’t replied - and saw that he was currently suckling the juices off his fingers over an empty plate. 

“What?” Clint asked dumbly. “Thor and Steve are on their second plates, right?” he asked Natasha.

The redhead shook her head, eyes still transfixed on the trio. “Nope, but Loki is.”

Loki had indeed begun piling his plate again, and only when he was half way done did Thor and Steve reach for more - with shock upon their faces.

“Well the signal from your stomach to your brain is delayed, so he may be eating fast but he’ll slow down in a few minutes with a stomach ache if he keeps it up,” Bruce chipped in.

However, in a very Loki-like manner, the god defied science and continued his rapid pace. By now, Steve had to abandon utensils all together if he even hoped to stay in this. With Loki piling his plate for the fifth time and still eating as though he had been starved, the others had given up on trying to explain it, and just sat back to watch the highly entertaining show.

“What trickery is this, Loki?”

“None.”

“Where are you storing this food?” Thor asked again with narrow eyes and potato smeared on his upper lip.

“Here,” Loki responded with a sharp jab to Thor’s stomach, his other hand curled around a cob of corn.

“M'so full,” Steve added, having wiped out his fifth plate. He had slouched in his chair - for the first time - and leaned his head back with his eyes closed as if he had been wounded. His hands laid on his stomach, and he pushed the plate away.

“Steve’s out then,” Bruce announced, taking joy in watching the super soldier with a metabolism three times faster than a normal human’s duck out of an eating contest.

Thor had also slowed down completely, barely making any work of his sixth plate while Loki happily munched on his eighth

“How?” Thor growled, certain that Loki was cheating.

“My magic is exhausting,” Loki said nonchalantly. “And so is this,” he added, letting his Jotun skin glimmer for a moment before returning pale and bored. “And so is being the only one moving when engaging in coupled practices,” he shot a glare at Tony, who instantly slapped Clint for laughing and nudged Natasha with his foot for joining him. Bruce hid his smile behind his coffee cup.

“I was tired, okay? Not everyone is some Frosty the Snowman Harry Potter hybrid with an insatiable appetite,” Tony said grouchily. 

“I was merely making a jest, my semi-smart, monogamous one,” he returned. 

Clint honestly begins to wonder how good the sex is upon seeing Tony absolutely seething, but still keeping his mouth shut. Natasha, however, saw no use in being tactful.

“Tony Stark, shut up for once in his life and admitting to being fucked out? Jesus, how good is the sex…”

The question was ignored when Thor let out a burp that startled the group. He blushed before apologizing while Loki snickered, a fresh cob in his hand, and his ninth plate dwindling away to nothing. Thor’s plate had remained untouched. 

“This is foul play!” Thor declared, making a move to unravel Loki’s trick somehow, fumbling for Loki’s shirt to see if he had hidden something underneath. Loki promptly brought the half-eaten cob of corn down on Thor’s head before looking at it as if it had turned green and proceeded to poke his brother in the eye with it. 

“THAT IS MY EYE!” Thor cried as if Loki hadn’t known, clutching his right eye and tearing the corn (weapon) away from his brother. The younger god blinked at the loss of food before retrieving another one from the pile and starting anew.

“Oh my, the resemblance to Odin is uncanny,” Loki said with a very serious look at Thor, munching away.

Thor looked horrified for a second before fleeing the room in a huff. 

When Loki had cleaned his plate, he looked at the group were in various states between clutching their stomachs in laughter or dropping their jaws in amazement and looked at Tony.

“So, where are we going for dinner?”

That night, Tony lay gasping for air beside Loki, relatively in the same state. This time, he had moved, and dare he say, Loki looked rather content with his beautiful flush and halo of messy hair. 

Though Loki would never admit it, he enjoyed the afterglow, and pulled Tony close. The man made no objections, snuggling closer to lithe frame that smelled of sweat and sex. As he laid his head down on Loki’s chest, he looked down at the vast expanse of creamy skin, pulling taut across Loki’s still flat stomach. The muscles were visible, lines defined and he couldn’t help but wonder just how on Earth Loki managed his feat. He trailed his skin up and down the smooth skin, watching the goosebumps rise on Loki’s skin. 

“We should go to an all-you-can-eat place one day,” Tony suggested.

He gathered that Loki liked the idea from the way he was being rolled over and the shuffling of sheets as Loki travelled downward. 

How am i supposed to get anything done when youre @thorki-smut

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET ANYTHING DONE WHEN YOU’RE HOLDING MY HAND AND BEING ALL CUTE AND SHIT?!

*flips table*

thorki-smut’s studying regime: 

For every 15 mintues of studying, write a hundred words + pet your cat for however long it takes for her to lose interest in you. 

On that note, I’d just like to tell everyone that I have FOUR new chapter updates for various stories. FOUR. FOUUURRRRR.

sorry for the completely irrelevant post. I guess I was just really excited with how productive I’m being. ^________^v

In celebration for the special day coming up @thorki-smut

In celebration for the special day coming up!
& For you, anonymoussolitaireflamingo. xo

“Hallowe'en, Take Two” Rated: Mature (FrostIron, implied sexual activity, fluff)

“Babe, we talked about this, remember?” Tony asked as Loki tucked the fake cauldron underneath his arm, slender fingers mingling in the assorted sweets.

“Yes, yes,” Loki sighed, rolling his eyes. 

“No touching this one, okay?” he reminded Loki again.

“You have my word, Stark.”

Tony grinned. Loki only ever used the “Stark” when he got mildly annoyed. It had taken weeks to get the god to call him just “Tony”. Though, if he ever heard Loki use “Anthony Edward Stark”, he knew he was as good as dead. 

Tony watched as Loki slowly rolled a piece of toffee around his tongue, mesmerized by the lines of the powerful jaw working the tough candy. He swallowed, flicking the faceplate of his suit down - because what better costume than the Iron Man, right? 

The first kids came in a group of five, gasping in awe and asking to touch the suit.

“Of course you can, come on, check this out…”

It continued a few more rounds before there was finally a break. Tony took the opportunity to check on his super-powered formerly evil boyfriend. 

“Hey, Loki -” he didn’t bother with the rest of his sentence before bursting into laughter.

Loki furrowed his brow, expression obvious enough. Still, he asked. “What on Asgard are you throwing a fit over?”

“No-nothing,” Tony snorted. “JARVIS, please take a picture of our resident god.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Anthony Ed-” Tony cut him off with a quick kiss, tongue flicking to the corner of Loki’s mouth.

“Mmm, Hershey’s. Excellent choice.”

Loki blinked at Tony, and perhaps if he had the ability to be embarrassed, he would’ve. “I was getting to it,” he huffed.

“Sure you were,” Tony winked before another ring proceeded to interrupt them. “One sec,” he said with another quick kiss before flipping the faceplate back down and performing his duty.

“Trick-or-treat!” the two girls cried in unison.

“Here you go,” Tony responded, dipping his hand in the candy pot. To his surprise, there was none left. “What?” he asked himself, looking down. He knew he had more left. 

The high-pitched shrieks from his guests brought his attention back, but they were already running off as fast as their legs could carry them. 

“Hey!” he called out, but they were long gone. He turned around to see a terrifying display of what seemed to be a real fire demon, the flames so realistic that he could almost imagine his suit melting off of him. It only took him a split second to put the puzzle pieces together. “Lokiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” he shouted, taking the helmet off. Sure enough, the god of mischief spread himself out across the couch, his cauldron now replenished with candy. 

“Didn’t we have an agreement?” he said, throwing his hands in the air. 

“I gave you word that I would not touch your pot,” Loki smirked.

Oh. That bastard.

“You clever little…”

Loki hooked a finger on the his armour, right below his neck, and yanked him downward on the couch, which dipped with the added weight. “Clever little what?” Loki challenged with an arched eyebrow and half-lidded eyes.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaangurh,” Tony said nonsensically, pretending to be tongue-tied. 

“Very elegant, Tony,” Loki grinned before bringing Tony in for a sweet, chocolate-tinged kiss. “Let’s make our way to your bed, what do you say?” he all but purred.

“Let’s make every day Halloween." 

"Would you still chastise me for wanting more than my share of sweets?”

“Every goddamn piece of candy in this house is yours." 

Stark Tower never handed out candy again.

I dont understand this gif wasnt supposed to @thorki-smut

I don’t understand - this gif wasn’t supposed to give me this many feels. Gif courtesy of dunderklumpen as marked.

“Lurk in the Shadows” Rated: Mature (implied sexual activity, poetic)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/463496/chapters/933208

Or read below

Just as I lurk in the dark,
There’s a fear that lurks around in my mind:
That I don’t have a purpose
That I’m never to measure up
That I’ll always be the black sheep, the nameless or the blamed 
That life isn’t a stage to me as it is to others
No matter, I suppose - I’ve always hated the spotlight anyway

Is it so terrible that I’m content being in the shadows?
That I don’t need to bask in the warmth of attention,
That I’d rather be alone some days,
That I’m okay with sleeping until the sun sets
And rising with the moon instead?

Can one really shame me for wanting 
The silence of the night, rather than the slander of men’s tongues
The company of the stars, rather than the goading of everyone who despises me
The solitude, and the only true comfort of myself, for I trust no one else?

Perhaps no one else can see it, but I see all
I see all because nobody looks in the shadows.
They never do

They mock, I stare
I speak, they jeer

Even as I fight, it’s not enough for them,
Nothing is.

They mock, I stare
I defend myself, they jeer

And you? What are you doing?
You think you are any better?

You may not laugh as they do, but your lips are pulled tight
You may not point, but your arms are crossed, fingers gripping your sides
You may not stare, but your eyes flicker to me and back to your friends as they whisper in your ear

You are not better, do not lie to yourself
Leave that part to me

It’s only when my brother –
My lover –
My partner –
My subject –
My toy –

The one who kneels now, between my legs

It’s only when the one who parts my legs begins his conquest
That I feel this burning heat
In this frozen body of mine,
It burns

It’s a pleasant burn
It’s a horrid burn
It burns

And it leaves just as it comes, coiling and clenching heat
I feel good. Really, really good.

“Get out,” I snap

And that makes me feel even better

Is this your home now?
So weak, so foreign, so warm – so unlike me
Do I repulse you so?

Is that why you protect this realm
Because you couldn’t protect me?
Does it burn you to know that you failed as a protector once already?

Not everyone deserves a second chance

Not you, anyway

Let me wreak havoc on this land
As you have on my soul
The thunder comes, and I know it too well
I’m not overly fond of this part, brother
But I know I’ve made my mark

Why do you crouch so?
Can you not meet my eye?

The very same eyes you used to stare into and whisper your love,
Has it gone away yet?

Have I won?

You turn without word, you walk away
And the only thing that hurts
Is that you’ve gone on your own accord,
Before I’ve even parted my lips

Are you ever not going to fall for that?

It makes me feel as though you’ve learned nothing about me over the years
Though I suppose I wouldn’t be surprised
Never had time for me, did you now?

Not unless it was to take your place above me, to take me

And now, I’m taking back.

Goodbye –

Why – How are you here?
Haven’t I sent you plummeting through the sky in a glass cage?

No matter, 
You will fall

Stop this? Together?

Ha!

There is only the war, only the war
Only the war -
Only
the
war!

That is all.
Only.
There is only the war.
There is no stopping it.
The army is coming
Nothing will change that
Nothing can stop it

Please.

How is it that I’ve failed again,
Fallen again, defeated, broken
A god, bleeding and bound

I despise you, I absolutely loathe you
You want to take me back to that wretched golden palace with your old fool of father?

Fine!

I’ll take the cursed Tesseract in hand,

Take me,
Just as you always have.

Just as I lurk in the dark,
There’s a fear that lurks around in my mind:
That I don’t have a purpose
That I’m never to measure up
That I’ll always be the black sheep, the nameless or the blamed 
That life isn’t a stage to me as it is to others

I see all, just as I used to
Nobody used to look in the shadows –

But they do now. 

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westishere:

(for full-size please click high-res. tumblr is not letting me upload anything today)

It’s 5 o’ clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you’d go into bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I’d just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping
And I was hoping you would creep in

from this beautiful song. (x)

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okay this is completely random and fictional but I just wanted to put myself in a fluffy mood today

*for the song’s original dirty version with full lyrics: (x) (the lyrics are really enjoyable although I did not intend to draw them in that direction lol)

Totally not the original feel, but the picture hit me really hard, so this is a fic because of reasons.

“5 o’ clock” [one-shot] Rated: Mature (angst, non-graphic sex)

All it takes is a misstep.

“Tom?”

“Mmm?" 

"Wake up,” Chris said softly, nudging the sleeping man beside him.

“No,” Tom replied simply, blindly flipping the pillow over to lay his face on the cold side.

“You’re going to miss your flight.”

Tom rolled over muttering, “My flight be damned." He yawned, stretching languidly and Chris took the opportunity to drink in the beautiful sigh of his lean muscles becoming taut before going slack again. 

"Take one last reminder,” Chris teased before kissing down the Brit’s neck, tongue trailing along the smooth skin and pulsing veins. He nipped at the flesh, his fingers dancing down Tom’s thighs. 

With hot breaths and deft fingers, he awoke Tom in no time.

-

“All you’ve done is make me more determined not to leave,” Tom chided, though any malice in his words was lost through his smile. He fidgeted with his grip on his luggage bags, eyes scanning nervously in case he had missed something.

Chris returned the smile and planted a small kiss on Tom’s temple. “Have a safe flight. Call me when you land?”

“Yeah, I’ll call.”

“Tom?” Chris said groggily. 

“Sorry for waking you, my flight was a little delayed, but I just checked into the hotel.”

“No no, it’s fine. I’m glad you called. What time is it over there?”

“About five in the pre-evening, I figure I should eat soon. Airline food is something I could do without.”

Pre-evening. Something Tom, and literally nobody else, said. Chris already felt a pang of longing in his heart. “Go eat then, you bean pole.”

“Eheheheh.”

Another pang. All the things that made Tom Tom made it especially hard to be apart. Every moment they were separated Chris was reminded of how much they saw of each other, taking comfort in knowing the other wasn’t so far away. 

“I’m sorry, I should let you sleep. Or call me when you wake up?”

“I would stay up just to listen to your blubbering, but you need to seriously stuff your face. I’ll give you a call in a few hours?”

“Sounds good, love.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come to the phone right now. If you could leave your name and message I’ll be sure to get back to you immediately. Cheers!”

“Did you pass out after your meal?” Chris chuckled. “I guess it’s the jetlag from transitioning to oh…. what is it? Eight hours behind? Rest up, and call me back when you get the chance, alright? Talk to you soon.”

“Sorry I couldn’t answer the phone, just leave me a message and I’ll get back to you ASAP. Thanks.”

“Hmm, perhaps it wouldn’t be as soon as we thought! Though I always enjoy a nice game of tag, I have to say I don’t have a particular liking for this one. I can’t even remember the last time I caught your voicemail… It’s endearing how much your voice has changed, you’ve had that recording since you got that phone years ago, haven’t you? Anyhow, I’ll be heading off for the first stunt shots tomorrow. Expect me to be hissing in pain as I stay in a hot bath for hours. Hope you’ll still love me when I resemble a prune. Talk to you tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come to the phone right now. If you could leave your name and message I’ll be sure to get back to you immediately. Cheers!”

“By tomorrow, did you mean not at all? I’d still love you if you were a prune, but only if said prune would pick up the phone every now at then. Whenever you have time, I’ll be here. And tag, you’re it.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come to the phone right now. If you could leave your name and message I’ll be sure to get back to you immediately. Cheers!”

“Sorry I couldn’t answer the phone, just leave me a message and I’ll get back to you ASAP. Thanks.”

and so it goes on.

and on.

It’s five o’ clock in the morning and it’s been days since he’s heard from Tom. He checks his phone obsessively. He almost plucks out his hairs by the fistful from anxiety. Tom, have you forgotten about me?


It’s two o’ clock on his first day off and it’s been days since he’s heard from Chris. He stares at his phone, willing it to go off.  He hasn’t bothered to get out of bed today, exhausted from filming, heart and mind weary from being alone in the deadly silent hotel room. Just when he thinks his phone will go off,  it simply doesn’t. Eventually, his eyes close and the last thought he has before slipping off to sleep? Chris, where are you?

Neither of them can remember who’s it. 

Hello everyone more im sorry to say that @thorki-smut

Hello everyone ~

I’m sorry to say that I don’t have any of these , nor have I come across them. If you ever are trying to find very straightforward fics, just search the keywords such as “footjob” or “drugs”, and it will be whatever I have. I’ll make a note of this but if you’re on anon I can’t contact you if I find anything.

“Caught” Rated: Mature (warning for smoking, grinding, rimming, bottom!Loki, Alternate Universe - Human/Hipster, accompanied by art)

Leading Thor on is just a game, or so Loki likes to think.

“Untitled” (“Drugged”) Rated: R (non-con, drugged!Loki, protective!Thor)

Darcy takes Loki out with her, Thor and Jane one night, but needless to say, Loki’s first Midgardian clubbing experience does not go well. Someone drugs Loki’s drink, but Loki doesn’t realize that’s why he’s feeling so weird. The guy who did it corners him, but because he looks like Thor (and his brain is addled), Loki doesn’t resist as much as he should. Because Loki has been in love with Thor since forever.

These are the only things really relating to drugs I have.

I WILL tag this post as “Requests for Prompts” so if my prompt-takers are ever broed, they might pick these up!

Poptart of mine, I’m incredibly tired having come from my late evening classes, and I would really love to just sit back and write for a little bit before I go to bed! D: <3

Im definitely contacting somebody about this @thorki-smut

I’m definitely contacting somebody about this, because if there’s any such pet peeve that makes me absolutely lose my shit, it would be this. This was NOT unintentional - the story was word for word until the very last line (and really, why would you even change just the last line, you …….. UGH). I am extremely uncomfortable with posting my work now. :/ Please, if you ever see anybody who’s posted my work, tell them to remove it before I roll up into a ball and wail!

- thank you for letting me know about the LJ Community, I’m going to see what I can do about that as well. Screenshots are being taken as we speak….

Thank you to everybody who’s helped me keep more level-headed about this. I was honest to god losing my shit before, even the Hulk would be impressed. *deep breaths*

Thank you for the support, and I beg you guys to NOT encourage this person. (lovesyoulately.tumblr.com) Please do not reblog her post with comments that are meant for MY work.

I also truly appreciate all the kind words that have been sent or captioned under reblogging the previous post. 

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To answer both your questions about the boy - he’s short. And he doesn’t accept my headcanons. :/ Big no-no!

I’m sorry, but you should be 6'2" of lean and pale taut muscles with the ability to duplicate yourself and wield fire. Or a sceptre.  What? What do you mean I’m being too specific? 

POPTART ANON ~ If homework can suck Loki’s d***,  I want to be my homework .__________.

I don’t know what the heck they’re teaching you in school over there but if a strange man ever reaches for the stop button in a perfectly in-order elevator, you karate chop that man. Into little pieces. With your bare hands. Ain’t nobody gonna fuck with you now!

Excuse the language. 

Anon ~ Vietnam - that’s exciting! I hope you’re having a lovely time, even without a computer at your fingertips. <3 Thank you for the kind words, I shall eagerly await your return home from your trip! I can’t believe you took your valued and rare internet time to send me a message ^_^

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My absolute pleasure ~ I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m going to start piling on one-shots because food play doesn’t get enough mentions apparently. Next fic?

HICKORY STICKS. (Also going to be titled Hickory Sticks and Dicks on the Dock)

Can you tell where this is going to take place? muahahhahahaah ~

But you promised rated mature 5 1 mentions of @thorki-smut

“But You Promised” Rated: Mature (5+1, mentions of sex, angst, fluff, kid!Thor, kid!Loki, cheating, drunk!Loki/Thor, punishment, death) 

Five times Loki kept his promise, and one time he didn’t.

*There IS NO timeline, so don’t yell at me about it.

i. 

Thor bawled and bawled, his voice going hoarse, but he wanted another sweet, and Frigga was at a loss. Loki sat by quietly, watching his brother’s face turn red with the effort to continue his wailing. 

They had been put to bed already, and Loki stared across the room to where Thor threw his blankets about in his hissy fit. When Frigga left them, Thor had been reduced to sobbing now that there was nobody to tend to him. 

“I can get you another treat, brother,” Loki offered.

Thor sniffled and Loki could see that he wiped his nose with the red blankets. “You promise?”

“Yeah, I promise.” With that, the toddler wobbled out of the rooms. Even as a young child, he was clever and observative, tracking the actions of everyone he came in contact with. The sweets were hardly hidden, and even though the main door was locked for the night, there was a path that the servants took. He reached in the tiny jar that was kept in the corner shelf, climbing on top of crates to get it. Feeling victorious, he ran to his room. Thor had been waiting, sitting on Loki’s bed now, and his eyes widened with excitement as Loki presented him a fistful of candy. Thor enjoyed all of them, staying close to Loki the entire night. 

“Thank you, Loki,” he said, drifting off to sleep. Loki didn’t mind sharing his bed, not when it was with Thor, who was warm enough that he didn’t need the blankets. 

Frigga discovered the wrappers in Loki’s bed the next morning, and forbid him from having sweets for an entire week. Loki merely accepted this with teary eyes, but not once did he cry. He had fulfilled his promise to Thor, and that was all that mattered.

ii.

Thor was but a child, merely curious about everything, which included everything of Loki’s. 

“Don’t touch!” he would say, and Thor would of course touch. It just so happened that his chubby and uncoordinated fingers had accidentally tweaked something out of place, much to the younger prince’s annoyance. 

As retaliation, Loki took Thor’s favourite wooden sword and threw it off the Bifrost, where it would never be seen again. Thor had tried his hardest not to cry, but his pouting was just as effective. Odin had scolded Loki for it, though he could see the younger prince was indeed sorry.

That night, Loki took his older brother’s hand and looked up with shining green eyes and apologized. “I promise to get you another weapon, Thor. One bigger and better, fit for a true warrior!”

-

It would be several years later that Loki would fulfill his promise, though it would come at a price. Thor’s heart cried out when he saw Loki’s lips sewn shut in such a horrendous manner, scarred and bloodied tissue looking painfully inflamed. When he cradled Loki’s face and tried to assess the damage, Loki waved his hands away before scribbling down on a piece of parchment. “I told you I would get you a better weapon." 

Thor truly would not have minded if Loki had broken this promise from all those years ago - he would much rather see Loki’s smile. Mjolnir weighed slightly heavier in his hand.

iii.

"She thinks I’m dumb,” Thor said bluntly.

“I’m sure that’s not it, brother,” Loki tried to insist. 

“She is quite taken with you,” Thor continued. “And there is no reason not to be, Loki. You are intelligent and unique, truly it is no wonder you have caught her eye.”

“I promise you, Thor,” Loki swore. “There will be nothing between her and I, and one day you will be together just as you wish.”

“Ah, you are too kind,” Thor smiled softly. “But I cannot compete with you.”

As each whipping cracked against the ashen skin of his brother, Thor could feel his stomach turn. Each lash revealed a stripe of stark red, dribbling from the wound and down a vast sea of creamy skin. Loki trembled against his bounds, his breathing ragged and sweat gathering upon his brow. He kept his eyes downcast through the entire affair, as Sif stared angrily at him, her hair shorter than his, butchered.

Thor didn’t understand why Loki had done it, he had been friends with Sif, after all, until he remembered Loki’s promise a full moon cycle ago. Had Loki truly done this to purposely make Sif abhor him? So that her attention may be diverted elsewhere? To …me? Thor shook his head sadly. I hope you never make another promise to me again.

Thor and Sif became betrothed within a few week’s time, and Loki was the first to congratulate them. He presented Sif with hair silkier than satin, darker than the drying blood upon Loki’s back.

iv.

When they entered Alfheim, Thor had already sensed something was wrong. With Loki close behind him, he made his way through the clearing, heading for the dense forests, where their game would most likely be. There was a rustling of branches, and Thor took off, knowing Loki would follow. He had to trust that Loki would anyway; it’s not as if he could hear Loki’s footsteps for they were much lighter than his own.

They reached a clearing within the thick trees and all at once the air seemed to grow warmer, humid, more constricting.

“I’m afraid we’ve walked into a trap, brother,” Loki said behind him. 

He raised Mjolnir, glad to hear the sharp twang of Loki unsheathing his daggers as well. 

Crack.

Thor swung towards the sound, but Loki was already ahead. A rogue elf, his form disfigured, dropped out of the tree, with one of Loki’s daggers between his eyes.

“We should leave,” Loki said worriedly, more alert than he had ever been.

Reluctantly, Thor nodded. He hated returning home without a prize to show for it, but his gut was twisted in a sense of tension, not liking the atmosphere of this strange land. As they turned to leave, it seemed like a hundred elven warriors greeted them - surrounded them. 

“Thor!” Loki cried, snapping Thor back to attention. Loki’s daggers were already flying, his empty hands conjuring a wicked flame. Thor stood frozen in shock - his mind and heart raced out of rhythm, his throat became dry and palms sweaty to the point where he thought he might drop Mjolnir altogether. 

“Run!” he heard, once again being brought back to focus. There was a thick smokescreen around them, angry cries filling the air. Loki slipped a hand in Thor’s and tugged. Together, they crashed ungracefully through the forest, Thor almost a dead-weight behind the lithe god. 

“HEIMDALL!” Loki called, panting, looking at Thor with a concerned look in his eyes. There was a moment of panic in Thor’s eyes, realizing they had indeed come away with nothing from their hunt, and he found himself backing away from the site. He couldn’t face Asgard like this, they would never let him hear the end of it!

Loki understood immediately, he knew the warrior’s life though he certainly wasn’t always a part of it. “I promise I’ll take care of this, but please, we need to go!” He reached out to grab Thor, just as the Bifrost storm shot down, bringing them home.

“To the hero of Asgard!” Fandral cheered, his goblet raised in the air with a toast. Everyone in the hall gave a roaring hurrah, praises and cheer filling the space. His friends all clapped him upon the shoulder, smiling widely and congratulating him. 

“To Thor!” Volstagg cried, lifting Thor’s hand in the air. Another round of cheers filled the hall, as admiring eyes looked on to the hero. Loki sat back, taking a seat at the head of the table as he usually did, a bandage wrapped tightly around his left arm. 

Thor couldn’t remember when - or why - that had occurred, only that Loki’s gifted tongue had spun the most enchanting lie of their glorious battle in Alfheim, how Thor had taken down a hundred foes with his strength, how he, Loki, had let his guard down for just a moment and would have lost his entire arm had it not been for Thor’s quick thinking. 

There was a twinkle in his brother’s eye, and Thor knew that Loki would keep his secret to the grave. 

v.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Loki murmured against Thor’s lips.

“I know,” Thor whispered back, before gliding his tongue between the thin lips of his brother, letting the other’s tongue slip against his as well. They tasted of sweets and mead, the night spent laughing and dancing away in the hall. Loki did most of the dancing, his elegant form enraptured the entire audience, and especially Thor. 

They kissed passionately, Thor pushing Loki to the edge of the bed before tipping them both over. There was a comfortable buzzing in his mind that told them this was okay, however far from the truth it may be. Loki’s body was so different from Sif’s, and Thor pushed the thought of his betrothed away to a deep corner of his mind. Right here, in this moment, he had the true beauty of Asgard beneath him, all flawless moonlight and serpent-like eyes looking up at him. Loki’s flesh was cool to the touch and smooth, the sinewy muscles and broad chest were hard underneath Thor’s fingertips, so unlike Sif’s bosom.

“Loki…” he pleaded with worry, even as they were undressing like urgent teenagers. 

“I promise I won’t tell a soul, if that is what you are worried about,” Loki slurred, heat rising in his cheeks. 

Thor nodded just once, a silent contract, and then pushed himself forward, being very, very careful not to scream his brother’s name for his soon-to-be-wife laid just down the hall.

Thor and Sif wed happily within a few moons, and the entirety of Asgard cheered for them.

“Brother, Lady Sif,” Loki greeted. Thor’s heart automatically started to hammer in his chest, before Loki slowly produced a little green box. “Congratulations once again, I hope you shall accept my small gift.”

Sif stroked her long, shining hair, having grown used to it - even grown to love it. “I have already received a gift from you from our betrothal night…”

“Please, allow me another.”

Sif curiously took the box to reveal a small package of tea leaves, and another package of strange fruit not native to Asgard. Thor had been staring the whole time, but quickly glanced into the box. To answer their curious eyes, Loki explained. 

“The leaves come from Frigga’s own garden, to help with fertility. The berries come from Alfheim, said to bless you and your child an easy pregnancy with no complications.”

Sif had tears in her eyes, overwhelmed with the thoughtfulness of Loki’s gift. She embraced him in a hug, thanking him repeatedly for being so kind, and that she was sorry for ever subjecting him to the whippings he received so long ago. Over her shoulder, Loki gave Thor a sad smile, and Thor had tears in his eyes for a completely different reason.

vi.

“Never doubt that I love you,” Loki said earnestly.

“Thank you,” Thor responded, grateful for having his brother by his side on this day. He clapped a hand to Loki’s neck, brushing the warm softness beneath his fingers. 

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” Loki replied curiously.

“You were right… About me being nervous. What if I am not ready?”

“Thor, you have been waiting for this day to come ever since you were a child,” Loki said incredulously. “What could possibly be holding you back now?”

“I am scared of failing Father and Mother, failing all of Asgard…” Thor let his voice trail off. The next part came out in barely a whisper. “Scared of failing you.”

“There will be no such thing, brother,” Loki huffed. “I will always be proud of you.”

“I just feel that I would be alone in this,” Thor admitted.

“I will never leave your side,” Loki offered.

“Truly?” Thor asked, hopeful blue eyes shining.

“I promise.”

Isn’t this he had always wanted? For his brother to be by his side, fighting back-to-back?

Not if it ended like this, Thor thought bitterly.

Loki staggered beside him, a pale, clammy hand gripping at his chest where the steady stream of crimson leaked, his other arm draped over Thor’s shoulder where the thunderer grabbed it almost too tightly. 

“We have to stop,” Loki gasped, his knees already buckling.

“I can carry you,” Thor protested, not letting Loki down.

“I’m not a child any more!” Loki snapped, and Thor had no choice but to gently lay his brother on the ground, watching the armoured chest rise and fall heavily.

“What can I do? Isn’t there something I can do?” Thor’s brain had become a jumbled mess as he stared at the blood that wasn’t stopping. Why wasn’t it stopping? “Please, Loki, heal yourself!”

“Can’t,” was Loki’s curt reply. “Tell me something.”

“What?”

“Tell me something,” Loki said again, this time slurring his words slightly.

“What would you like to hear?” Thor asked, his hands trembling with fear as he crouched beside Loki.

“Anything.” Loki closed his eyes, dug his fingers into the open wound and muttered something beneath his breath. It seemed to take some of the pain away as Thor saw Loki’s face relax, the furrowed lines of his brow smoothed once more, mouth slack. 

Thor blurted out, “Remember all the promises you made to me?”

He didn’t wait for Loki’s response, just paused long enough to hear Loki drag in a raspy breath. “Because I do. I remember all of them, even the little ones. Remember when you went through all that trouble to get me sweets? I had a terrible ache in my stomach the next day, but it was worth it. I should have told Mother it was all my fault." 

Another deep breath.

"Then there was that time you threw my sword off the Bifrost. I didn’t think you would remember, but when you brought me Mjolnir… Oh Loki, I just wish you hadn’t made the bet!”

Loki must have tried to speak, but ended up coughing instead, a spurt of violent red shooting from his mouth. Thor quickly placed his hand upon his brother’s fearful for their lives. They were still so far from the Bifrost site, and he doubted anybody was coming to get them. 

“It’s not that I don’t treasure Mjolnir, you know that she is my faovurite weapon, but not just for her glorious strength, but because I am reminded of the sacrifice that my brother has made for me.”

Loki made a humming noise, and Thor smiled down when Loki opened his eyes, a duller green than usual. His breath was shallow this time.

“And remember when -” Thor choked on his next words, heaving to get them out in time. “Remember when you promised to never leave my side? Do you remember that? Because I need you to,” he sobbed. “I never told you enough when we were growing up, but I love you. You were my brother and my best friend, you were the only I  could share everything with, the only one I could truly trust, because in all our years of living, you have never once broken a promise to me.”

There didn’t come another breath, Loki’s eyes, now glassy orbs, stared into nothing.

“Right? You’ve never once broken a promise to me?” he whispered, leaning over his brother who lay as still as stone. His tears landed with a small pitter patter on the pale, cold cheek beneath him. “Right, Loki?” he asked frantically; he was at his own end, the tears blurring his vision as he furiously wiped them away, trying desperately to keep Loki a clear image in his eyes.

“But you promised,” Thor breathed, knowing it was no use now, angry with the Norns for this twisted fate, angry at himself for letting this happen.

Thor would give up all the promises Loki had kept in the past, give up anything, in exchange for this to be the one and only time Loki would keep his word. 

–END–

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Tom Hiddleston explains what Loki wants

“Just Somebody to Say ‘I Love You’” Rated: Mature (Tom Hiddleston/Loki, angst, fluff)

“… If somebody could say something - the right thing - to make him feel kind of, emotionally and spiritually at ease, that he didn’t maybe have such a painful axe to grind… Maybe just somebody to say 'I love you’ - that would have been nice.”

“Do you think that’s testament to Kenneth, then…”

In a flurry of bright green, the simple hotel room was left empty, chair askew.

Tom arrived back at his hotel, exhausted from the day’s interview and being shuttled around from here to there - it was all a blur now, anyhow. His interview had a profound impact on him, he found. Like he 'made himself sad’ to put it in laymen’s terms. 

He kicked off his shoes and flung his key on the bed before noticing that the chair had been tipped over in the middle of the room, and he knew for a fact that he hadn’t been so clumsy in the morning. Yet, everything looked to be in place. Panic rose as his heart started to thud against his chest. Perhaps he watched too many episodes of Criminal Minds, but he was certain he needed at least a baseball bat in order to deem it safe when entering the bathroom (had he drawn the shower curtain back? He hoped so.)

He quickly checked his case - and found that nothing had been taken. Why would somebody break in, and steal nothing?

His little side-stash of cash was sitting in the plain envelope, his dress shoes still tucked in by the closet - all of his suits hung undisturbed. In fact, that only thing that seemed misplaced other than the offending hotel chair, was the remote. He remembered rushing this morning, having no time to flick through the channels.

He gingerly picked the chair up before feeling a tingling spark in his fingertips, causing him to drop it again and fly back. With a soft ruffling noise, a figure appeared before him, and Tom audibly gasped as he drank in the sight. In all his shining regal armour, green and black with glimmering gold stood the very God of Mischief himself - or a rather detailed hallucination. 

“… Loki?” Tom said dumbly. He felt that being eloquent wasn’t exactly called for at the moment.

“I am,” came Loki’s voice, slightly lower than Tom’s with a deep drawl. It brought power to his words, simple as they were.

“I… How can you be… real?” Tom asked, fear now settling in. He wasn’t sure if he had gone mad or if he was being Punk’d. 

“Humans no longer worship the gods as they once did, we had every reason to retreat,” Loki explained in a calm tone. “But I assure you, I am very real.”

For reasons he couldn’t explain, Tom felt himself relaxing as well. If Loki had been here to kill him, he’d be dead, right? Still, he said nothing. There wasn’t a way to know what to say without offending the god, and that was one thing he didn’t really want to do. 

“How about something to drink, then?” he said as if the other man in his room were just a regular friend and not a deity of incomprehensible power. 

Loki’s eyes narrowed before nodding slowly. The suite had come with a miniature fridge, which Tom made his way over to. He removed two cans of Coke - did gods even know what Coke was? - and handed one to Loki carefully. When their fingertips brushed, he felt the same tingling sensation through his fingers, and suspected that he had felt Loki’s magical signature on the chair earlier. The feeling wasn’t as unpleasant this time around. In fact, it felt warm and oddly soothing.

When the god stared at the can, Tom hesitantly reached out to pop the tab for him. Loki only seemed intrigued by the can, but placed it to his lips and drank slowly. He hummed as if in approval, and Tom figured he could survive the day after all.

“May I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Tom said without hesitation. It was in his nature, really, to be open and honest when he could. He didn’t think of Loki as any different than a lost friend now, having not been able to ignore the sad look in Loki’s startling green eyes.

“In your conference today,” Loki started slowly. “You said something… something about being at ease.”

My interview? Was this what it had been about? Tom thought. That did explain the chair and remote, he supposed, though he didn’t relax much knowing that Loki had broken into his suite just to watch his interview.

Loki continued. “Though the painful axe grinding part was an odd phrase, I do believe I understood the analogy. But… being at ease. What does it feel like?”

Tom blinked and furrowed his brow in confusion. “Being at ease.. It just…” He let his voice trail off as he was at a loss for words, strangely enough. There was no quote that he knew of, no reference, no analogy or metaphor. “I’m not sure how I would describe it, actually. I suppose you just feel content. Relaxed. Peaceful, you know?”

Had it not been for the softness of Tom’s voice, Loki might have found it offensive. Yet he could feel the kindness radiating from Tom, radiating from the brilliant blue eyes, ever fibre of the man’s body. “No, I do not,” he said tersely. He softened when Tom’s face fell. “There is no such thing as ease or peace in the shadows of the sun.”

Thor, Tom’s brain supplied for him. The myths, the very script he held in his hands when they filmed - it was all true. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must have felt like.

Acting impulsively, he left his place to sit beside Loki on the bed, as close as he dared, and laid a gentle hand on the small of Loki’s back. He felt the muscles stiffen under Loki’s layers, as if a comforting touch was the most foreign thing in the world. Tom only felt more sympathy, and tried to ease Loki into it by stroking his thumb slowly along the ridge of his spine. Even though Loki wore multiple layers, Tom could feel the bumps of Loki’s spine as the god hunched over to bury his face into his hands, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes and temples. 

“I’m so sorry,” Tom whispered. 

Loki froze. The way Tom’s voice held so true, so genuine, so different from the mockery and falseness of every other apology he’d been faced with, made Loki feel at a loss. Why was this human so candid with his empathy? Was there something more than just the likeliness they shared? He lifted his head to study the man beside him. His crystal blue eyes would have reminded him of Thor had it not been for the gentleness and glimmering of gold in the light, which fascinated him.

“Why do you show me kindness so?” he asked.

“I’ve had to stand in your place, and I know I can’t say that I completely understand all that you’ve been through, but I’ve had a taste, and that was enough,” Tom replied. “Naturally I did some research, and if the mythology is true, then I am truly, incredibly sorry for all of your misfortunes.”

Loki stared into the soft eyes of his newfound companion and felt the walls around him dissolve. “I… thank you for the sentiment.”

Tom felt the back beneath his hand begin to unwind, the muscles loosening and he swore he could feel Loki pressing back against his fingertips. Loki’s eyes closed, his whole face changing as he relaxed under Tom’s touch, which had grown to rubbing up and down his spine now. Subconsciously, the god leaned towards Tom, but the actor didn’t say anything. They were close enough now that Tom could smell the faintest hint of metal and leather mixed with rain and earth, and the only word he could think of to describe it was natural. He enjoyed it, closing his eyes to inhale deeply. 

He was almost startled when he felt a cool set of lips against his, slow yet demanding. Not bothering to open his eyes, he let it be. It was comforting in a way he couldn’t explain, to feel Loki so soft and vulnerable, and in his arms. He felt the centuries of sadness Loki poured into their kiss, the desperation of trying to find happiness, to finally be at ease. He felt the thrum of magic through Loki’s fingertips when they gripped at his shoulders, as if holding onto a last hope.

Their kiss was sweet and sad, beautiful and fulfilling, and when their lips parted, they didn’t move away. Loki rested his forehead against Tom’s, their noses touching and stayed close enough that each other’s breath could be felt across their lips. Loki’s eyelashes spiked with a hint of dampness, and Tom admired how long they were, veiling the shining emeralds of Loki’s eyes. 

“Can you grant me this peace then, Thomas?” Loki murmured in a sultry voice, though Tom could see right through it, and hear the true question. Can you make me forget my pain?

He answered by initiating their kiss this time, taking Loki’s face in his hand, thumb sweeping over the soft flesh of Loki’s cheek. In return, Loki moved closer, and Tom welcomed the presence with tight arms around Loki’s lithe form. Loki pushed, and Tom allowed himself to be pushed backward on the bed, feeling Loki slither in beside him, their bodies fitting together like jigsaw pieces.

Tom helped Loki out of his clothes, to make it more comfortable, and Loki actually smiled into their kiss. With mirrored happiness, Tom’s lips curved upward as well, and Loki ran his fingers through the tuft of soft golden curls.

When they ended in panted breaths and smiles, Tom chuckled at the state of the god, with flushed rosy cheeks and a goofy smile, raven hair tussled. It was the most endearing thing Tom had witnessed. He knew there was an odd intimacy between them, as if he had known Loki all his life.

“I love you,” Tom whispered, finger tracing the line of Loki’s jaw.

Loki seemed to contemplate this before smiling softly, the previously hard lines of his face disappearing. “Perhaps I just needed to hear that from somebody.”

Tom pulled Loki closer, tucking the god’s head beneath his chin and kissing the irresistible temples. They laid intertwined for a while, sharing their warmth and touch, eyelids drooping. 

“I believe I understand the meaning of being at ease now,” Loki said sleepily against Tom’s throat as he fell into a deep, nightmareless sleep for the first time in centuries.

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Rated: R (dub-con, dirty talk, top!/pitching!Loki, bottom!/catching!Thor, Post-Avengers, accompanied by art)

“Isn’t this how you wanted it, brother?” Loki sneers with hot breath snaking into the canyon of Thor’s ear.

Yes, yes!

Thor grinds his teeth, offering no response. Loki doesn’t give him much of a chance anyhow as he grips Thor’s golden strands tighter and buries Thor’s face into the pillows beneath him. He’s trapped underneath Loki’s frame, thin as it may be, and his arms are pinned between their bodies. Loki’s clothes were plastered to his body, sticky with sweat from their struggle.

“Look at you,” Loki mocks. “The Mighty Thor.”

Thor grunts in an attempt to stop Loki’s words, he’s heard them before, he can’t bear to hear them again.

“With all your strength, what good does it do you now?” Loki whispers as he reaches downward with his fingers, teasing at the puckered entrance. It sends shivers down Thor’s spine and he thrashes violently in the sheets, gasping for air. 

When Loki finally lets him turn his head to the side, his mind is spinning, trying to regain focus, flashes of black appear in his eyes.

“What a mess you are, brother,” Loki teases. “And I haven’t even started yet.” For emphasis, he plunges two fingers in roughly, giving Thor no time to move or think. Instead, Thor whines uncharacteristically, and his newly freed arms lay limply beside him. He can feel himself clenching against the wicked, slender fingers, intensifying the raw burning feeling. 

“Have nothing to say?” Loki asks. He shifts his weight to add a third finger in, curling them to lift Thor’s hips off the mattress, yanking back Thor’s hair.

Thor yelps, feeling the stinging of tears in his eyes.

“You’re mine, Thor,” Loki says in a sinful voice.

Yes. Yes.

And even though he doesn’t command, his body loosens around Loki’s fingers, and soon, Loki positions himself to take his prize.

“Did you think the prisons of Asgard could hold me, dear brother? Have you learned nothing from our time on Midgard?” Loki hisses, pushing the tip of his erection between Thor’s trembling thighs, rubbing across the perineum and nestling against the gaping hole.

Loki laughs softly, to himself, as if the whole scenario were just too amusing. He instantly drops his voice, no longer teasing and mocking.

The weight of the nine realms could be heard in this voice.

“I’m going to break you.”

He enters forcefully, bottoming out in one go, which makes the tears threaten to spill as Thor’s body erupts with intense pain and pleasure.

I need you, I want you, please stop - no, don’t. I can’t -

Loki digs the heel of his hand into the small of Thor’s back, driving his cock right up against his brother’s prostate. “Let me show you what it’s like, brother, to be fucked mercilessly until you can’t think straight and all you can remember is me.”


Thor cries out this time, ignoring the burning of the friction from his brother’s harsh, relentless pace, ignoring the burning of the tears in his eyes, ignoring the burning of his heart as his body shamefully begs for more.

“Because you once told me you’d never forget me, but you did, didn’t you?”


Thor’s erection is being forced into the sheets and mattress beneath him, their weight bearing down on it, and he can feel his body tightening.

Loki can feel it too, revelling in how tight his brother is around his cock. He selfishly lets himself go, jerking his hips out of rhythm as the intense pleasure rips the energy out of every fibre and he can feel exhaustion setting in. 

Thor moans as he feels the warmth of his brother escaping him, whines at the loss of the thick, stretching girth.

He turns to see his brother in the after glow, but the room is dark, and Loki is gone, as if he were never there.

“Loki?!” He calls out.

~ to be continued ehehehehe

Thanks everyone for the sweet messages and @thorki-smut

Thanks everyone for the sweet messages and dropping in!

I know I sounded really frustrated but I’ve calmed down a lot since arriving home, and I will indeed keep my hopes high for tomorrow. Loki, you need to get your business finished right now. I’m going to my happy place now because you’re all just amazing. I love you to pieces! <3 <3

I’ll be writing my Mulan AU story so forgive me if I don’t answer you soon ~

Today was the worst first day back ever i cant @thorki-smut

TODAY WAS THE WORST FIRST DAY BACK EVER! I can’t thank you guys enough for leaving me messages though, I’m feeling slightly less Hulk-like now.

I’m going to write something to get all this anger and frustration out. And then I will post it. And you will like it. Or else thorki-smut smash.

^_^

Oh, here’s what happened:

So being nocturnal and such, I had to wake up this morning at the time I usually go to sleep at. I skipped breakfast because I was running late, and just as I walked out the door it started POURING. Not just raining heavily like Loki was just teasing Thor, I mean POURING like Loki poked Thor in the eye with his dick or something.

My commute is pretty terrible, it takes me an hour and a half to get to school (and I only had an hour of class today….) I’m taking ENG: Nature of Narrative so it involves me buying  a few books because we had to start reading immediately. It took me exactly 3 minutes to find both my books. It took me 52 mintues to reach the front of the line. Thank gods I opted to not wear the killer heels today.

Then as I’m leaving, I decide to pick up my sister’s birthday gift (The Book of Even More Awesome) and when I go for the subway TA-DA THE WORKER SAID THE TRAINS WERE OUT OF SERVICE.

So I wait for the shuttle bus, which, by the way took 23 minutes to get there, and I was standing outside the entire time. I’m telling you, it’s like Loki refused to take his dick out so even with my umbrella I was drenched, and my bag was just soaked through (thank god my textbooks + gift survived).

But, I ruined a book that my friend lent me, so I have to buy him a replacement and I felt like a miserable drowned rat the entire day. I got out of class at 10AM. I got home at 1:45PM. Explain this shit.

THE END.

Good job guys im happy to see that you guys @thorki-smut

Good job, guys! I’m happy to see that you guys didn’t give up just because Stony was winning - let’s keep up the voting for next round too :) I’ll try to keep you posted on that as well. 

ROUND TWO:

http://www.afterelton.com/poll/2012/09/ultimate-slash-madness-tourney-round-two?page=1,3

We’re up against JohnLock, so this one’s a toughie…

Hello first anon for your request just search @thorki-smut

Hello first anon! For your request, just search the keywords “rough sex” there are 17 results. If you are looking for dominance fics, just copy and paste this into your search box: “dominant!/top!/pitching!Thor” that should ring up 24 fics. :)

Second anon - I would suggest the key words “virginity” or “non-con” for more along those lines, but these are the ones specific to what you’re looking for:

♥♥ “An Omega In Heat” Rated: R (Alpha/Omega, rape/non-con turned consensual, shota!/kid!Loki, mpreg, dominant!/top!/pitching!Thor, bottom!/catching!Loki, top!/catching!Loki)

Thor stopped in his steps, inhaling deeply. That smell was divine. That was the scent of an omega in heat.

“Bedding the Wolf” Rated: R (bondage, rape/non-con, dominant!/top!/pitching!Thor, bottom!/catching!Loki)

If Sif thinks she’s going to get away with wedding Loki’s idiot brother, then she’s sorely mistaken… OR Thor is smarter than Loki thinks he is…

“Hunted” Rated: R (non-con/dub-con, dirty talk, felching/rimming, Mjolnir bondage, pitching!Thor, catching!Loki, doggie style)

Loki becomes the gauntlet in a hunt. Whoever gets to him first gets to bed him.

though the last two don’t specifically have a “virginity” tag, the scenarios are rather ambiguous ;)

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oh no worries my dear! I love your nightly visits, but I hope you do not feel obligated to drop by - I’ll love you nonetheless!! <3

As for addressing me you needn’t worry about that. People have dubbed the [Master] Librarian (which is really just super flattery) or thorki-smut. I don’t mind either ^_^.

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AH! I just read this on AO3, and it seriously helped make my night! Thanks to you both for such kind words on my work. Michelle, I don’t know if you have a Tumblr, but I sincerely hope that both of you see this and know that you’re sending me to sleep with a giant smile plastered on my face. I really hope to have an update soon!

I love you <3 

Anon thanks for the warning i would definitely @thorki-smut

anon - thanks for the warning, I would definitely have to look into the laws, for all countries really, and see what I would do to go about it, if I do decide to go through the idea. 

shaendsyryouare50shadesofcray - thanks so much for the support! I know some people detest the idea, so I didn’t want to push it if people really had a severe problem with it. I just really didn’t want to deter any of my followers!

I’ve added the donate button as subtly as I could, and I just want to thank the people who have donated. I love you all, and it touches me how understanding you  all are about this! <3 


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Thanks so much!

anon - those kind words mean so much to me, truly I appreciate it. Just, wow. I’m so touched! <3 

darlingnikkisayshi - I was actually just thinking the other day about how awesome it would be to bind my stories. I mean, if 50 Shades of Grey can do it, why can’t I? I guess I was always too nervous :( Perhaps I might do this. And try my hand at art, too.

Thanks again for all the support, everyone. I truly appreciate it. Again, you are in no way obligated to even touch the button, I’m going to be here no matter what! I’m touched by everyone who supports me, and if you’re thinking about donating to me, I bow to you in gratitude. Every penny means a lot to me, and so does every word. <3 

 

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YOU’RE MAKING ME SQUEAL.

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Thank you both! It’s amazing to hear some feedback <3

Thorloki and the avengersloki by liduke at @thorki-smut

[Thor]loki and [The Avengers]Loki by ~liduke

“At a Crossroad” Rated: NC-17 (Loki/Loki, angst, pitching!Loki, catching!Loki, Loki POV, accompanied by art) <- haha see what I did there, oh my lawwwwwwd.

I had mastered magic, I had mastered manipulation, I had conquered space and almost everything else that the realms had to offer. The only logical thing left was time, of course. And who was to stop me, should I choose to not be discovered? No one.

And so, I found himself in the throne room, hidden from view, and listened in as the scene unfolded. It was all too perfect - I knew the flaws of my plan, and  now I knew how to win.

“My first command can not be to undo the Allfather’s last. We’re on the brink of war with Jotunheim. Our people must have a sense of continuity in order to feel safe in these difficult times.”

I smiled at the fluidity of my own tongue, remembering my little speech to the warriors that knelt before me. 

“All of us must stand together, for the good of Asgard.”

I almost laughed out loud. For the good of Asgard. I remember when there was a time I genuinely believed that I loved the realm eternal, grateful for the family and home I had. It was all a distant memory now.

“Of course,” Fandral had said. I could picture Sif being held back, clearly eager to rip my earlier-self’s head off. 

I waited for the footsteps to retreat, and for the silence to sweep in once more. Stepping out from behind the golden pillar in full confidence, I made my way towards the throne, eyes zeroed in on my target. The Loki on the throne widened his eyes just the slightest, before his eyes darted to the guards on either side of him. I shook my head, knowing he would understand. He cleared his throat and dismissed his guards with supreme authority that made my skin tingle - with pride, with adoration. Yes, I was powerful, and I always had been. The guards didn’t even question me. I felt a swell in my heart seeing myself so flawless in my skin, no marks or scars, no darkness under my eyes, and not a single short hair out of place.

We were alone when I reached the foot of the throne, but I couldn’t have him look down upon me, now could I? My footsteps were quiet, my strides even and calm, and our eyes locked in a deadly clash of green as I made my way to him.

“Why are you here?” he asked with a calculating stare. He knew who I was, and even more so, he accepted it. He accepted the darkness that I was, looming over him, yet he didn’t flinch when I moved closer. Oh, how naive I used to be, I thought. 

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll hurt you?” I asked coyly.

“To wound me would be to wound yourself, and if you are as I think, you don’t enjoy unnecessary pain.”

I smiled so widely I felt my eyes crinkle at the corners. “You know me oh so well.”

“I should, shouldn’t I?” he replied in a nonchalant voice, still making no move to get off the throne. 

So be it.

I stepped back and raised my sceptre to him, just as he rose the slightest to mirror the motion with Gugnir, and before we knew it, we were at a deadlock, completely even in strength and power, height and weight, in a true definition of equilibrium. 

It crashed over me in waves like an icy waterfall, the realization of the it all.

We met each other’s stare again, predatory fire ablaze in the viridian seas of our eyes. 

We will always be equal.

Equal in a way that I never was with Thor, in a way I would never be with anyone, really.

I lowered my sceptre first, slowly and hesitantly, my mirror image copying me. Were we both so distrusting? So damaged and tortured that we could not even trust ourselves in the most literal sense? 

The answer was yes.

I could see it in the way that this younger version of me raised his eyebrows in question when I dropped the sceptre with a clang, the Tesseract’s power and mission forgotten. 

“Your move, reindeer games,” I laughed softly, seeing his expression turn almost murderous just as mine had when the horrendous phrase had been used on me. 

He lowered place Gugnir at his side, still not letting go, but it satisfied me enough. I studied him as closely as he would allow, and smirked when his eyes showed nothing but curiosity. 

“You know, your plans will backfire on you,” I said. “I’m merely here to help.” He squinted his eyes at me, probably trying to detect an ulterior motive. 

“And what has happened so terribly wrong that you’ve cut through time to try and fix it?” he asked irritably. “Even if it is common knowledge that tampering with history is forbidden?”

“I’ve always had a strong taste for the forbidden now, haven’t I?” I retaliated in a sinister voice, and I knew I had him then. He looked frozen, rigid upon the throne that he didn’t belong in, and I made my move. I leaned in until our noses were almost touching, blinking slowly. My heart swelled again, and perhaps my pride fuelled my adoration, but I placed my hands upon the throne’s arms to steady myself and craned forward to brush my lips against his in a cold, strange yet familiar touch. 

“What are you doing?” my other asked, his voiced tinged with fear and curiosity, but I detected the slight excitement.

“Are you telling me you would deny me this?" 

"Of course I would!”

I scoffed. “Do you forget who you speak to?” Silence as we shared another showdown, a match of Tricksters and a game of it to be played by two Silvertongues. 

Even I had to admit that I was surprised by the next course of action. He rested his spear on the ground and leaned back in his throne, eyes challenging me to see how far I’d go.

I followed his body’s tilt, practically lying on top of him by now, our armoured chests touching. I traced a finger along the delicate curve of my helmet, delighted at the familiarity of it and brought my lips down again. He seemed more compliant this time, dropping his head back to lean into our kiss as I straddled one of his thighs. I broke our kiss to half sit beside him, carefully taking the helmet off. Perhaps he was surprised with how gentle I was, or perhaps he was surprised by how much he had just enjoyed my touch, but either way, I had enraptured him. 

I slid my hand around his back, curling it around his lower ribs like I knew he would love, and held him close. He gripped the throne until his knuckles were bone-white as I nibbled on his ear, slowly sliding my tongue up. There was a noticeable bulge in his pants and I eagerly palmed his hardening cock through the thin fabric. 

His other hand had clamped down on my shoulder, and I smiled against his temple. He squirmed and made a lazy attempt to cross his legs, but neither action prevented my fingers from sliding up his coat to find the waistline of his breeches. 

“I’ll ask you again,” I said in a husky voice. “Would you deny me this?”

He took a deep breathe, eyes still screwed shut. “No.”

I smiled once again, and brought his face to mine. We kissed hungrily, fighting for space on the throne in a tangle of long limbs and heavy armour. He was panting beneath me, his breath hot and fingers cool sending me into shivers. I expertly navigated my way through the buckles and ties of his clothes, tossing it unceremoniously on the floor before moving onto my own wardrobe. 

“Why would anyone really need that many pauldrons,” he muttered under his breath as he stared at my shoulder pieces. It was true that his armour - my armour - had evolved into a complicated suit, easily three times heavier with so much extra protection.

“If you continue on without my help, you’d see,” I said, dangers implicated. 

He swallowed thickly as I removed the last piece of cursed fabric from us to reveal ourselves. There truly hadn’t been much of a change. I ignored the exploring eyes of the man underneath me and drank in the sight of the moonlight skin, rippling with every panting breath and pulled taut over the sinewy muscles. I… I had been beautiful once - once upon a time where the madness hadn’t wreaked havoc upon my mind to turn me into a feral beast with bruise-mottled skin and ghost-like complexion. 

He traced invisible lines along my skin and it took every ounce of energy I had not to tremble against his touch - no, I was in power. 

“Is this how I’ll truly end up?” he asked in a small voice, eyes flitting across the still-open wounds that I wore, I’m sure. I snorted dryly at him before pulling him in for another powerful kiss, our tongues slipping against each other with ease, his high moans of pleasure in harmony with my feral grunts of desperate need. 

I slipped my hand between his legs, coaxing them open enough for my fingers to lightly dance along his perineum. He shuddered, his legs closing on their own accord and trapping my hand. I laughed into his wavering mouth, nipping at his lips and encouraging him to play, to open up again - surely I’d been more daring, hadn’t I?

I tested the theory by sucking on my slender fingers, watching the other’s eyes widen with lust as my tongue flicked around expertly, coating them heavily with saliva. He didn’t stop me as I returned to my teasing, this time slipping my middle finger inside, feeling the shivering warmth of his body. He clenched tightly around my finger, and it was all the encouragement I needed to add another finger. 

We were masters of magic, our connection was more than just simple physicality, and the moment we closed our eyes it was as good as over. We knew each other’s bodies better than anyone, our hands roaming over familiar territory, drinking in the voice we had always known. Our groans filled the hall,  and as I slipped in the third finger he had begged me for more.

“Please,” he whimpered - the first time I had ever whimpered in my life. Even if it was not as I planned, I caved in. I knew all the ways to pleasure him, and if I was to still achieve my original goal, I would have to do it this way.

I straddled his narrow hips, tracing the deep V of his bone with my thumbs, staring at him with a new love and desire. The confusion and excitement was written clearly on his face.

I grabbed his heavy, thick cock and prepared to impale myself on it. I wouldn’t thank him for his steadying hands on my hips as I slid down, but the slight burn which caused my legs to tremble would have said it all. I seated myself upon the man whose mouth hung open in a delicate “o”, whose moans had cracked when he bottomed out. 

I didn’t feel like wasting time, and rode him in earnest, grabbing the back of the throne for support. He kissed me as passionately as he could, his hands weaving in and out of my hair, clawing at my back, clutching my bottom and spreading me wider. I was almost embarrassed when a low whine came from my throat, as he grabbed me and pulled me closer, causing his member to graze my prostate. In a moment of weakness I lost my rhythm, and he didn’t need more than that.

He wrapped at arm around my waist, the other around my neck and thrusted up, his legs over the side of the throne for support and I let myself be fucked boneless. I panted against his neck that shone with sweat and smelled of sweet musk, and I snarled when he speared himself against the bundle of exploding nerves over and over again. 

There was a scramble for power, as it always had been with me, as we rode and thrusted, stroked and grabbed, and in a hard slapping of flesh and cries, we came together. My cock twitched against his perfectly toned stomach, letting the last of my seed go as I felt the warmth slowly try to escape between my thighs. He held me the entire time, never letting me go witihout brushing his lips against my temple or whispering in my hair.

“You… You said you were going to help me?” he asked between breaths. 

I was at a crossroads now. 

“The Warriors, they are about to go to Earth to find Thor.”

“But Heimdall -”

“Will work against you this time. You must go, quickly and… you must bring Thor back.”

“Bring Thor back?” he asked, pushing me off slightly. “Why would I do that after all this trouble to keep him on that wretched planet?”

“Do you trust me?” I asked, which was a ridiculous question, really. He shouldn’t, because I wouldn’t. I don’t trust.

“Yes.”

I froze then, realizing the control I had. I could really win.

“Asgard needs Thor… He is ready now, to rule, but alongside you. As equals.”

“We were never -”

“You can be. This is your chance. Go, quickly.” I used my magic to dress him properly, before shooing him off, much to his despair. He looked back several times, as if saying ‘Wait for me.’

It only took a few minutes, which was a good thing in case I changed my mind. I looked down at myself, fading away. Finally, a chance for me to be… happy. To be free. To avoid the darkness that consumed me.

Goodbye, I thought, peaceful for the first time in years, as I faded away to nothing.

Thats crazy i wish i had the time to really but @thorki-smut

That’s crazy, I wish I had the time to really, but between reading and writing and still trying to be social, there’s just so much out there. 

anon - I don’t really have an answer other than it’s all down to preference. It’s just like anything else in life, I prefer apple juice over orange juice kind of thing. I myself don’t care whether or not there is mpreg in the fic, but not everything has to be about being “sexy”. I personally think the mpreg aspect is endearing, to see domestic! or parental! Thor and Loki because seeing them care for a child they have together is just cute, and shows a whole new side of them. ^_^

Open for discussion in the answers below if you’d like to weigh in. 

Closed giveaway time click for enlarged @thorki-smut

CLOSED.

Giveaway Time! - Click for enlarged pictures & captions/measurements.

- a set of Avengers pens,  0.7mm gel pens, black ink
- Stickers: Thor, Loki, and Lady Loki. Also pictured: adorable Loki postcard
- Loki “I have an army” (of fangirls) small print, 
- 2 buttons, green LOKI’D and Awkward Coulson “I watched you while you were sleeping. I mean I was present when you were unconscious”
- Avengers pins, full set + Fury and Loki too! Coulson is from another set, as a bonus.
-First issue of Journey Into Mystery, Volume 4: Fear Itself #622, starring our lovely, reincarnated kid!Loki  [For more information on the rest of JiM, please refer to #8 of my FAQs.]
- Thor x Loki kissing buttons! What better way to honour my blog? 

Rules and other notes below the cut – 

BONUS: private request - I will write you whatever you want, even if it’s not Thorki (yes, you can ask for a Thor or Loki.. or both x Reader POV or for me to write you in as a character) whatever you damn please, and I will send it to you, handwritten, for you alone. To receive this bonus, just tell me your favourite piece of work from me, all of which are listed here. 

The promotional posters in the back aren’t really included, but can be as they’re not anything special. (10.5" x 13.5")

I will ship anywhere! (Except for Pigfarts.)

Must be following me, because this is a giveaway for my followers. Must be reblogged, I won’t count likes. I will be keeping this going for a decent amount of time, so you can reblog quite a bit in that time, and although I don’t have a cap, I encourage you to be sparse about your reblogging to not flood people’s dashes. Even put this in your queue for odd hours of the day if you’d like. :)

The winner will be picked by completely random draw (I will be using random.org to pick). You must have an ask box so I can contact you, especially if you would like to receive the bonus as I need to know your preferences.

Deadline: September 20th, 2012 at 11:59PM EST. 

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Good luck! :) <3 lots of love xo

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This is how Thorki-Smut looks like on my tabs. Seems legit.

200% legit. That’s what I look like for real. 

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I love you, I couldn’t not have this on my blog under my favourite tag of all time. 

I can’t thank you enough for all the love, you make me feel truly special! *hugs*<3 ^_^

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thought you guys might enjoy that.

Kleinkonan you probably wont need it but it @thorki-smut

kleinkonan:

“You probably won’t need it, but it will give you comfort!”

“You Can Keep The Scarf” Rated: Teen (angst, fluff, Jotun!Loki)

Words: 2,438 - definitely put under a “read more”
Also found on AO3 here:  http://archiveofourown.org/works/482254

“It is cold here, I don’t like it.”

“Hogun, you don’t like a lot of things,” Fandral retaliated.

The five of them, all young warriors, had slipped away to Jotunheim to explore the forbidden, barren land. It had been quiet upon their arrival, and even as they trekked through the blizzard and crunchy snow, they had yet to see any other life forms.

“What did you expect, anyway?” Volstagg joined in.

“A bit of life, perhaps,” Sif muttered, eyes wandering the vast plain. At that moment, there was a shriek that caused them to flinch and raise their weapons.

“What was that?” Volstagg asked nervously, fingertips flitting along the wooden handle of his axe.

“Worry not, friends,” Thor said determinedly, fixing his helmet and cape as he walked to take a place at the front of the group. “I shall go on ahead!” He marched on solidly, ignoring the protests from behind him. The soft crunching of their footsteps showed they followed him, as hesitantly as it may be. As he grew closer to the sound, he recognized the soft whimpering as those of pain. He cleared the thickets ahead, swatting them to the side with his thick hands until he came to a small bundle near the roots of a tree. When he stepped closer, he gasped in awe that what he once thought was blue fabric turned out to be the skin of a young boy, curled with his knees to his chest, wearing nothing but a fur pelt that clung to his bony hips.

“Hello there,” Thor said softly just his friends appeared behind him with ungraceful bustling. The Jotun boy gave a small cry before turning in the opposite direction to flee. Spinning too quickly on his gangly legs proved to be too uncoordinated as he tripped and fell back down harshly, sobbing as he did so.

“Hold on there! We’re not here to hurt you!” Thor said quickly, shooing his friends away. They shot him worried glances, but they knew better than to insult him by asking if he was sure he could handle the small boy. Reluctantly, they backed away from the scene, opting to wait elsewhere. The boy turned his head, and blinked his brilliant ruby eyes, shining with tears, slowly uncurling himself to reveal a deep, bloodied gash on his knee. He made no sound, just tilted his head slightly to curiously peer up at the odd outsider. Thor’s breath was taken away by the sight - this boy was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on! He sank to his knees, hoping to make the other boy feel more comfortable and to get a closer look at the alluring picture in front of him. “I’m Thor… And I want to help you with your knee, okay?”

It took a few moments for those crimson eyes to scan him over before a soft voice finally spoke. “My name is Loki.” His voice was gentle and melodic, completely enticing Thor further. As response to Thor’s offer, he gingerly extended his injured leg, muscles tense and ready to flee should the situation become unsafe. His long tangle of limbs unwrapped themselves to reveal delicate raised markings and Thor studied them the whole time he reached for a healing stone.

“Here, this will help the wound go away,” he informed Loki, who was peering at it curiously. “Do you not have these here?”

“No, I don’t think so. We have a magic-wielder to tend to our wounds. I was going to learn how, one day,” he said cheerfully, tucking his unruly black hair behind his ears.

“I’m sure you’ll be very good at it,” Thor assured. It earned him a wide smile of pearly white teeth that was so radiant, Thor momentarily forgot what he was doing. Snapping back to reality, he gently placed his hand about the faded pink scar now in place and settled onto the ground in front of Loki.

“Thank you.”

“No problem! You’re my friend now, and friends help each other!”

The boy smiled at Thor again and started to sing to him. It was a beautiful song about the origin of the large tree they leaned against, and it was so enchanting that Thor asked for another.

“Only if you tell me a story first,” Loki bargained.

And so they began to exchange stories of Asgard for songs of Jotunheim, completely losing track of time. When Thor’s friends came back, they were frantic about having spent so much time away from Asgard, and that surely their parents would be worrying about them. Saddened, Thor stood up to join his friends but first had to say goodbye to his new friend, who was scrambling onto his knees to try and stop him from leaving.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back,” he assured. He unwound the scarf he had wrapped around his neck and placed it around the slender neck of the frost giant. Wrapping his red cloak around himself, he smiled at Loki. “You can keep the scarf… As a reminder of me, until I return.”

He hated seeing those magnificent eyes pool with tears again, so he quickly kissed the cool forehead with one more promise to return soon, and waved sadly as he followed his friends out of the thicket.

~

“Do you have any idea how worried we were about you!? All of you!? ” Odin bellowed, slightly red in the face as he sat upon the throne, the five children at his feet. “You are never to do such foolish things again! Now off with you, to your parents! They’ve been worried sick.”

Hogun, Fandral, Volstagg and Sif all scurried off quickly, leaving Thor to fidget nervously now that he was alone with his father.

“Thor, my child, what were you thinking?” Odin asked exasperatedly.

“We were just exploring, father,” Thor replied timidly.

“You know that Jotunheim is forbidden! And it is forbidden for a reason! You could have gotten yourself, and your friends, killed!”

“I’m sorry, father. I promise I won’t be so foolish again!”

“Of course you won’t. You are never allowed to return to Jotunheim without my permission and supervision, is that understood?”

Thor’s mind raced to the small Jotun child. “But father, plea-“

“Enough!”

“But there is a -“

“Thor Odinson, you are banished to your chambers for the night. A servant will bring your meal so that you may think about the harm you have put yourself and your companions in.” With that, Odin strolled out of the room, ordering a guard in to accompany Thor to his room. The whole while, Thor kept thinking about his new friend - where was he now? What was he doing? Would he still be waiting for him?

~

Years pass by, and in Jotunheim years are long when it is cold and dark for all time. At first he begins to wonder how long it will be when the young Asgardian will come back. Then he starts to wonder if he’ll ever see the boy again. Eventually, he begins to wonder what has happened to Thor - had he been injured? Or had Thor simply forgotten about him? It’s been several lunar cycles now, and even as Loki grows out of his awkwardly long limbs and into the lean, muscular boy of a young man, he still finds himself tracing the delicate scar over his left knee.

He keeps the scarf against better judgement. To this day, a part of him still hopes the Asgardian will come back, even though enough time has passed that he shouldn’t even let the thought cross his mind. As he looks into his wardrobe, he smiles sadly at all the royal green and black, purposely picked out to match his scarf. He dresses in his finest silks, liking the way the light danced off the shiny emerald material. He strapped his black leathers and golden guards on afterwards, remembering that his father specifically asked him to be at his best. The delegation would impact Jotunheim’s future, after all - perhaps even grant frost giants the ability to travel to Asgard, as they weren’t allow to do so right now. As his fingers wound around the scarf to place on top of his ensemble, his heart fluttered briefly at the thought of encountering his long-lost friend again, but he quickly pushed the feelings aside.

It had been years. He never came back, and it was time Loki moved on from the surprisingly bitter betrayal. He had a duty to his father, and to his realm now. He strode gracefully into the Great Hall, where Laufey and two of his finest soldiers were awaiting him.

“Ready?”

“Of course, father.”

~

Thor hated political meetings of any kind. Being moulded to be the next king of Asgard was boring to the rambunctious god, and the upcoming delegation was a difficult test to pass. “Be on your best behaviour” Odin had warned him. The day was already beginning to drain him after listening to Odin and Karnilla negotiate back and forth about some sort of magical rune protection. The rest of the rulers followed after the Norn Queen, and King Laufey was the latest. When the door to the hall flung open, Thor shivered. Upon seeing Odin get up to greet his last guest, Thor followed suit, remembering to be polite and royal. Laufey and Odin exchanged a few words, and Thor looked at the guards Laufey had brought with him. They were just as muscular, dressed in armoured leathers and like Laufey, towered over the rest.

“… My son, Loki.” He caught the last part of Laufey’s sentence.

He turned his attention back to the Jotun king, who was introducing Odin to a lean figure, small in comparison to the rest but no shorter than an inch of Thor himself. Thor’s eyes immediately stuck to the attire the prince wore - more specifically, the woven green scarf around his neck.It couldn’t be….

Yet the more Thor studied, the more convinced he was that it was indeed the same boy from his adventures all that time ago. His hair was no longer a messy bird’s nest upon his head but slicked backward neatly, flicking upward ever so slightly at the ends. His skin had deepened a shade as well, now a rich, royal cobalt instead of the pale periwinkle it had been when he was a child. Though his eyes were still a shocking crimson, they had a new gleam to them - they were wiser, and more appealingly mature now that they did not shine with tears. Thor’s heart thudded against his chest as he picked apart all the finery he donned for the occasion and let his eyes set on the incredibly toned, mile long legs - and a faded little scar on his knee.

It’s him. It’s really him.

Thor stared in awe, wondering how it was possible for the little boy he once knew had grown so beautiful - even more beautiful than before. As if realizing that golden prince was scrutinizing him, Loki turned around and the boys stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Swallowing thickly, Loki turned away first, perfectly fine with ignoring Thor for the rest of the evening, never leaving Laufey’s side. Thor awkwardly tried to strike up conversation but was met with curt, terse answers, polite but obviously not wholehearted.

“Boys, would you mind stepping out of the room for a while as talk about a few things,” Odin said, subtly dismissing them.

“Of course,” Loki responded, bowing to the Allfather and quickly leaving for the doors. Thor, so wrapped up in the thought of finally getting a chance to speak to Loki, forgot about his manners and quickly dashed after the elegant prince.

“Loki!” he cried out. The boy in question froze upon hearing his name.

“So glad you could at least remember one thing,” he replied cooly, his words cutting in like a hot blade, anger seeping from his very pores.

“I’m.. I’m so sorry!”

They held each other’s gaze for a moment before Loki crumbled before Thor’s very eyes. His face completely fell, and the ice in his words melted instantly. He looked at Thor sadly this time, “You said you would come back,” he whispered.

As if they were young boys all over again, with Thor stumbling upon the frost giant in the midst of crying, he watched as the tears formed.

“I tried! I swear it, but my father forbid me!” Thor protested, heart aching at the sight of the exquisite beauty shedding tears because of his actions. “I tried to protest, I tried for years! But he wouldn’t listen, and it was all my fault. I should not have been in Jotunheim that day, and it caused him to worry too much to ever let me go back. I’m so sorry I never came back… But… But I really wanted to.”

The blatant pleading in Thor’s voice was hard for Loki to ignore, and as he watched Thor’s face closely, he could see no sign of dishonesty.

“I waited for you.”

Thor gulped, ridden with guilt and sorrow. “I’m so sorry…”

“I wore this scarf all the time. I hoped it would bring you back to me.”

Thor felt his own tears form in that moment, his next apology caught in his throat. All he could do was let his bottom lip quiver at the thought of this boy, waiting for him for all this time, and his failure to deliver his promise. He grabbed Loki in a fierce hug, sobbing quietly into the scarf around his neck, feeling the shoulders underneath him shake a heave as well.

“Could you ever forgive me? Even after breaking my promise to you?”

Loki gave a small squeeze around Thor’s midsection. “You gave me a wonderful gift to remember you by, and we’re here now. I suppose that’s all that matters, right?”

Thor beamed at him, his heart soaring at Loki’s gentle forgiveness, and making his mind up on the spot. “I have a different promise for you now, and a new gift.” Loki watched curiously as Thor tugged his hauberk aside and hooked his fingers around a gold chain. Ducking his head and pulling it over, fishing the rest from underneath his armour, he slipped it over Loki’s head, letting the charm fall against his flat chest. Loki stared down at the pendant hanging from the end before looking back up at Thor in wonder.

“Loki… Will you accept?” Thor asked, biting his bottom lip nervously.

It came out as barely a whisper, but it was exactly what Thor wanted to hear. “Yes.” 

Soltian against the serpent goes othins son @thorki-smut

soltian:

Against the serpent | goes Othin’s son.
In anger smites | the warder of earth,—
Forth from their homes | must all men flee;-
Nine paces fares | the son of Fjorgyn,
And, slain by the serpent, | fearless he sinks.
—- Völuspá, 55-56.

ayonoi, you asked for a quiet moment between Thor and Loki and I’m completely positive this is not what you meant. Nevertheless, I couldn’t stop myself, so I hope you forgive me.

“Fight You Next” [one-shot] Rated: Teen (angst, violence, major character death)

It’s a vicious cycle, their love. And if you’re not part of it, you just don’t get it.

It’s love and hate, filled to the brink with anger and joy, loathing and envy, and malice beyond the imagination. They run their cat-and-mouse games, and nobody dare stop them - nobody can stop them and they fall into the same pattern of ripping each other’s hearts out over and over again. 

So yes, it’s a terrible ache, and it’s the worst kind of pain, and to a bystander it just looks like pure resentment.

But they never doubted their love.

More often then not their powers would dwindle as their fights carried on and they resorted to launching themselves at each other’s throats, clawing and gripping at bare, vulnerable flesh. They bled as they battled, snarling at each other like rabid beasts before finally succumbing to their tired limbs and sitting next to each other, gasping for air. Assessing their damage done, one could even say their love contained guilt and remorse, but nobody could be sure.

And then Loki would storm off, disappear, and Thor would hold his breath for the day he would meet his brother again - because there would be an “again”. Always. Nobody knew where Loki went, and if Thor did, he never told. He would ignore the looks on his team’s face, walking readily into their next battle, and whomever was unlucky enough to face the wrath of an enraged thunder god would be put out of commission for weeks. 

Until the time where Loki stopped coming around as often, and the storm clouds above told everyone that Thor was unhappy with this. Or perhaps it was a beckoning call, goading his little brother to come out and play their games. Nothing happened.

But the Avengers didn’t revolve around Loki, even if he was the one who brought them together. They had other duties, they needed to report, and they needed to get their head in the game.

It was a concept that the beloved thunderer struggled with - Thor was brash, he always had been. It had been upon the many reasons why Loki thought he was never fit for the crown, and it hadn’t changed much. He still put his actions above his thoughts when it came to priorities, and that’s he  came face-to-face with death’s door.

“How’s Loki doing these days, little princess?” her tone was taunting and wretched, twisting Thor’s stomach. 

“You would do well to keep my brother’s name off your tongue, vile sorceress!” 

“Oh, Thor. You must miss him terribly what with his long, long leave of absence?”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM!” he demanded before it seemed the air was knocked out of him. When he looked down, an arrow protruded from his chest, the point of it painted shockingly red.

“Tsk, tsk, Thor. I thought you better than that!” Amora taunted one last time before vanishing, taking Malekith with her to take check in on the other Avengers and their foes. It left Skurge rampaging towards him, wielding his axe. Thor ripped the arrow out of his chest, letting the wound fester and boil with some sort of magic. He felt weak and unsteady on his feet, turning at the last second to avoid the blow - but not fast enough. He felt the back of his left arm tear open and fell to the floor clumsily, scraping his head along a jagged rock. The axe came down again as he tried to roll out of the way, and hissed in pain as his stomach was torn by the blade. He was beyond sluggish now, and cursed whatever immobilizing curse had been cast on their weapons.

He laid there, eyes turned upward to stare at the evil hunger in the Executioner’s eyes, the sunlight bouncing off the axe blindingly. Yet Thor didn’t think about death, his whole life didn’t flash before his eyes - no, his thoughts were of what they were always of - his little brother.

Loki.

And as if it had summoned the sorcerer somehow, he appeared between the two, his magic flaring from his body as it always did when his anger was beyond control. Most never saw Loki’s real power, always assuming that he was easily beat or used the same tricks all the time, but oh how wrong they were.

It took him a matter of seconds to force the Executioner away from the injured Thor, parrying his attacks with more force than the other could muster, and when Skurge lay defeated, Loki made no hesitation to make his way back to the bloody mess of his brother.

“Fool, look at what you’ve done.”

Thor smiled lazily at him, “I’m sorry, brother.”

Loki’s magic only took an instant to be repelled, causing Loki to look on horror. How can this be? Why can’t I save him?

“Don’t move!” he snapped.

“Don’ have much’f a choice,” Thor slurred, the paralysis making its way up his throat. He tried to cough the sensation away, bringing up blood instead.

Loki was intelligent beyond anyone else in the nine realms, he knew the signs as they came. He moved to angle Thor onto his lap and against his chest, making sure his brother couldn’t see the tears that were forming as he wiped away the blood from his brother’s lips.

With Thor’s last breath, he whispered “I suppose I must fight you next.” 

Loki couldn’t let Thor see him cry, he couldn’t admit the bitter defeat just yet, he couldn’t let Thor down — because the moment Loki started to cry, Thor would know it was over, and Thor would be lost to him. Forever. There would be no more chase.

“Yes. But not just yet.” Next time, his words had suggested.

But as his tears slid down his porcelain cheek to rain against Thor’s scalp, they both knew there would be no next time.

Banshee tao so what if loki stayed in midgard @thorki-smut

banshee-tao:

So what if Loki stayed in Midgard and was forbidden to use magic to travel back

And he had a relationship with Tony. And Tony built him something Tesseract-like. And Stark was getting older while Loki wasn’t

Wouldn’t that be tragic

This was done for the Russian FrostIron contest. I placed second, but it makes me so very-very happy, I never even participated in anything before

“67 Can Be a Milestone Too” Rated: Teen (FrostIron, angst)

Loki tried to smile, he really did, but his efforts were always futile when it came to man sitting across the small room from him. They sat in what used to be Tony’s workshop, but with his projects and technology stored away in a corner, the room was bare and a dismal shade of grey. It was probably the second hardest thing Tony’s ever had to do. His life’s work, the very extensions of his mind and body, all swept away to collect dust as he was forced to sit by in his wheelchair. 

The absolute hardest thing, however, was accepting that when he promised Loki “I’ll love you until the day I die”, he basically meant “I’ll love you for just a little while longer.”

Time had not been kind to him; but then again, he had not been kind to time. In a way, Tony’s still almost smug. He had escaped death countless times. Each year that crept by he knew Death was testing and mocking him, seeing just when he’d give up.

But he couldn’t. Not yet. He still had to perfect it.

He glanced at the thin stem he held between his trembling fingertips. It was cold and numbing, and he couldn’t tell past his tremors, but it seemed to hum with its energy. It glowed a hauntingly white, the slightest of blue undertones present.

Loki would be here any minute, and Tony covered up his little project, content to ask JARVIS to run the news for a while as he waited. 

“Happy birthday, my love,” Loki said softly to announce his arrival. As stealthy as he had been over 30 years ago, Loki made almost no noise padding his way over to where Tony sat. He approached the man who was wearing a burgundy sweater with comfortably fitted black pants, and Loki smiled. Tony’s hair and beard were dark greys and whites by now, but he thought Tony had never looked better. He told Tony so, who chuckled and responded with, “You tell me that every year.”

“And I mean it every year,” Loki chirped. He hasn’t changed one bit, Tony said in his mind, and the shallow beating in his chest grew heavier. And he won’t change a bit for as long as I live. It took all of his control to maintain a smile on his face after the thought.

Loki was dressed simply, but elegantly, and in the palm of one hand he held a cupcake out for Tony. A small “67” candle was placed in the middle and with a breath, Loki lit it before handing it over.

“Make your wish, birthday boy.”

Tony laughed at the use of “boy” but didn’t comment. He also didn’t need to think about his wish, as he had already made up his mind. He wished for the same thing, every year, and so far it had worked, so why not? He closed his eyes.

I wish for another year with the love of my life, I wish to share another birthday with the man who’s loved me all this time. Please.

When he blew out the small candle, the two men shared a warm, soft smile met with a tender kiss.

“I have something for you too, actually,” Tony stated.

Loki raised an eyebrow, “That’s not how birthdays are supposed to be done, Tony.”

“Since when have we done things the way they’re supposed to be done?” Tony challenged, which rendered Loki speechless as his face split into a wide smile.

He presented Loki with the glowing lily, watching Loki’s bright green eyes widen and light up with amazement. He took the delicate, perfect,flower between two fingers and fought to control his tears as the thrumming of power made its way through his slender fingers and down the entire length of his arms and spreading through his body.

“Oh Tony…” he said breathed softly. “This… This is the second most beautiful gift I’ve ever been given. Thank you.” He kissed Tony gently, gliding his thumb down the angle of Tony’s shoulder blade - a spot that he knew Tony loved to be touched.

“Only second?” Tony asked, almost offended.

“Only second to you,” Loki breathed in his ear as he embraced the man.

They shared the rest of the day in smiles and embraces, kisses and cuddles.

Tony never did end up getting his wish this year though.

Who said i was wise i thought you dead did @thorki-smut

who-said-i-was-wise:

“I thought you dead.”

“Did you mourn?”

“We all did.”

Okay, so this is obviously post-Thor, pre-Avengers. Thor was heartbroken. I feel like Thor never truly appreciated Loki, always took him for granted. Then, having seen what Loki had become after being pushed in Thor’s shadow all those years, Thor blamed himself after Loki was gone. He went through every cruel thing, every time he’d laughed at him in front of his friends, every time he’d pushed him out of the way to make way for his own glory- and felt responsible for what he thought was Loki’s death. He felt like he’d driven him to it.

Yeah, I don’t know. I just have a lot of feels right now.

And you just inspired some more angst from me. Our takes on Thor are very similar, so this is what my mind did. 

“An Apology Too Late” [drabble] Rated: GA (angst)


Loki, my brother -

I’m so sorry. 

Had I known that you were breaking, I would have come for you.

Had I known that you felt so alone, I would never have left your side, even for a moment. 

I would cradle your head close to my breast to cover your eyes from the laughter of the cruel men.

I would take back every unkind word I spoke to you, and bury them so even the winds could not hear. I would place my hands upon your ears to keep you from hearing them - from me.

Had I known that you thought us unequal I would have sat by your side every moment of the day, only to rise when you did.

Had I known that you were so pained, I would have bound myself to the same torture.

I saw you with my own eyes, letting go, and I am shamed in that I did not fight father to follow you. 

I saw your fingers uncurl one by one, and I am shamed that I could not reach far enough. 

I saw the emptiness swallow you whole, and I am shamed that I did not save you.

Had I known that your heart was so torn and shattered, I would have given you mine.

Had I known that you felt you were in my shadow I would have gladly embraced eclipse.

Had I known that you were breaking, I would’ve have come for you - to hold you together.

I’m so sorry.

When we meet again, I hope that may forgive me. Forgive me for my blindness, forgive me for my mistakes, forgive me for not showing you the love you deserved.

I shall see you soon, Loki. My brother. 

Amywinterbreeze sing for absolution i will be @thorki-smut

amywinterbreeze:

Sing for absolution, I will be singing and falling from your grace…

——

I’m just having some intense frostiron feelings lately. ;_;

There was a third panel to this, which they were kissing, but I just couldn’t get my head around it. Guess I will draw it sometime in the future >.>

p.s. Muse surely has some good frostiron songs. Ehehe.

Bless your art, I love it all and I can’t resist it. Sorry guys!

“Gone Forever” Rated: Teen+ (FrostIron, Avenger!Loki, major character death, angst)

Things weren’t supposed to be this way - their team wasn’t supposed to be divided, their mission wasn’t supposed to be this difficult, and this warehouse wasn’t supposed to be burning to the ground. Where, oh where did it go so wrong?

Tony’s head was pounding, the aching inevitable and the copper stench of his blood was filling his nose, unable to escape through the sealed face plate. His head was dizzy from the loss of blood, and for once he was afraid of dying, of burning to death; afraid of leaving something behind. He couldn’t move, the short circuited suit a complete dead weight on his tired, sore limbs, and his heart racing too quickly for its own good. He alternated between calling over the communication links, and calling for Loki, but he tried the latter twice as much without a doubt. A mantra in his mind called for his love, his saviour, and he caught himself praying to God - the only god he believed in. The God of Mischief and Lies, and for all Tony cared, the God of Power and Love and Everything Sinfully Beautiful.

There was faint crackling static in his ear, and he was glad he had taken the spare earpiece instead of relying on JARVIS this time. 

“Anyone out there?” he asked, his voice raspy and cracked from the punch he had taken in the throat earlier. He suspected that the smoke from the burning building around him wasn’t helping much either.

Just a moment later he heard a faint swishing noise and hurried footsteps, and Tony felt himself instantly calm down the slightest bit. Those footsteps were light, almost too quiet, as if the runner glided across the surface, and Tony had heard them every morning padding from the bed to the bathroom or to the kitchen to make them both breakfast. He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, opened his mouth in a wordless scream, pushing his vocal chords to speak, but all that came out was a strangled cry of agony.

“Tony?!” Loki’s voice was a mere wail of desperation as he ripped off the golden face plate, revealing the beaten, battered, sweat-slicked man covered with scraps and cuts, a particular deep gash prominent on his forehead.

“Hey, beautiful,” he responded in true Tony Stark fashion, and Loki let out a huff before assessing the damage.

“I was so worried…” Loki started. He furrowed his eyes shut as he telepathically sent the rest of the Avengers his location and the state of Tony’s health, pleading with the Norns that someone would get to them in time. It was draining the last of his energy, but there was nothing more he could do.

“Just give a me a kiss, already,” Tony demanded rather impatiently.

Loki granted him that before the faint magic glow of his hands swept over Tony’s body, trying to locate where most of his injuries were. When the torso piece finally came off, Loki exhaled sharply as his chest began to rise and fall harshly with the efforts of trying to prevent his tears from spilling, the rest of the suit forgotten.

Tony already knew. Tony had known from the moment he crashed through the ceiling of the burning warehouse after the blow to his chest. He felt the arc reactor give out as soon as Crimson Dynamo’s fist landed on its target.

“I can get you back in time, I can get us back…” Loki stammered, pulling for energy around him, and coming up short and exhausted.

“No, Loki-“

“Don’t!” Loki snapped. “Don’t tell me that!” 

Tony winced as he remembered what happened the last time Loki had heard those exact words.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” he said softly as he looked up at Loki through stinging eyes. The god too looked worse for wear, cuts and lacerations riddled across his flawless face, those normally brilliant, fiery eyes now shone with worry and guilt.

“No, Tony, we don’t have time for this. We have to go. Now,” Loki pleaded, trying to pull the man up.

Tony screamed out in pain, causing Loki to set him back on the floor gently an kneeling beside him again.

“I - I can’t,” Tony panted, his tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. “Nothing’s holding the shrapnel back now, I’ve only got a few minutes, maybe only ten seconds if I try to move.”

“No…” Loki pleaded, choking on a sob. “Tony… Just - Just hang on, please. Someone will come soon, and everything’s going to be okay.”

“For the God of Lies, you’re really sucking at it,” Tony retorted.

“I’m not lying!” Loki cried in frustration, knowing that deep down inside, he was, and Tony knew.

“It’s okay, Loki. I’ll be okay. Just remember that I…” his eyelids fluttered closed for a moment before he opened them to stare at the one thing he truly wanted to see last. Summoning what little he could, Tony reached up with a robotic arm to caress the moonlight-kissed cheek. “I…lo…love…you.” His breathing was staggering and Loki whimpered, refusing to break the stare with those lively chocolate eyes. With the last of his strength, he smiled up at the man who had given him a second chance to be happy.

“Tony…” Loki tried to protest as he took the metal wrist in his own trembling fingers, keeping it pressed to his cheek. But, like smoke from a candle, he could see the life fleeing from Tony’s eyes. “I love you, too,” he finally managed, his tears falling from his cheeks with a soft pit-pat on the metal beneath him, not knowing if the man inside even heard him, wishing he had said it over and over again earlier.

He let his body shake with tears as he let the world burn around them.

All too late, the rest of the team had shown up one after another all looking ragged and near death, but this was how they found Loki. His back to them, shoulders heaving, kneeling in a pool of blood, metal, and tears.

Tony Stark was gone forever.

Mama thors bosom always reblog also can i @thorki-smut

mama-thors-bosom:

always reblog.

Also can I please get a hiddlesworth fic based off of this please

so this may or may not be what you’re looking for. 

“That’s How We Like it in Asgard” Rated: NC-17 (Hiddlesworth, props/bondage/gag, roleplaying, bottom!/catching!Tom, top!/pitching!Chris)

Spoiler bits if you haven’t seen the Avengers.

[based off this famous interview, in case you haven’t seen it & this gif

It was a real shame that Chris didn’t get to attend the New York Comic-Con panel, but he had a separate interview over in Germany with Scarlett, Jeremy and Robert the day before, and Tom was happy for him. Chris had always wanted to go to Germany, so they parted with a small kiss and Chris’s promise to fly back as soon as he could. 

The New York Comic-Con was overwhelming and their screams were ear-shattering at they watched a preview from the Avengers. Tom peeked out from behind the curtain, and was amazed by the sight. He had never seen such a large gathering of overexcited fans clad in armour and make-up, and his heart secretly leapt at all of the golden horns and green shirts with “Loki’s Army” printed across them. He listened for his name to be called before stepping out on stage and being slammed by the shrieking that bounced off the walls. He greeted the rest of the cast out there before taking his place and applauding for Chris Evans next. 

The questions were easily answered, though Tom inwardly cursed himself for rambling so much. He just had so much to say. He had definitely grown more accustomed to being in the spotlight since Thor, but was still fidgety. He opted to place his hands under the table to hide his nervousness rather than the usual stroking of his face or hair or neck. (“You look like you’re molesting yourself, it’s very distracting to everyone around ya, mate” were Chris’s exact words after an interview they had together). 

He also blamed the nervousness for his answer when asked for a “typical day”. 

“I can’t say I ever got a day in jeans and a t-shirt. It was mostly, uh, leather and metal…” his voice was drowned out by hundreds of loud laughs and screams, Chris Evans included. He waited for the noise to die down before leaning forward slightly to wink and follow up with, “That’s how we like it in Asgard.”

Oh boy.

When the fan questions came, he felt a larger nervousness wash over him, especially when they came directed at him, but he answered them with some sort of graceful ease though he rambled a bit more and his hands started to do their nervous roaming over the collarbones. Oops. 

Overall he answered at least 75% of all the questions - his favourite answer being “my brother, Thor” when asked who his favourite male superhero was - and the day didn’t end in anything disastrous, which he was thankful for. 

He had dinner with the crew, though he glanced eagerly at his phone every now and then, and politely declined their invitation to go to bowling, blaming the exhaustion from being thrown so many questions. They laughed and accepted the excuse of course, all hugging Tom and bidding him a good evening.

He made his way back to the set, and stepped inside his half-homey trailer, which had begun to clear out as they just about wrapping up the movie. Some of the stars like Clark, Cobie and Samuel were already cleared out. 

He laid down on his bed and began to doze off lightly for a few hours only to be woken up at four in the morning by a hand shaking him awake.

“Wh-wha?” he mumbled so very intelligibly. 

“I hear I’m your favourite superhero, hmm?”

Tom opened his eyes to Chris’s voice, unbelieving that he had finally arrived back from Germany. 

“When did you get back?” he asked, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“However long it takes to get from the airport to here ago,” Chris answered, pulling the drowsy man in for a kiss. “Which is approximately 41 minutes according the YouTube video of your panel.”

“You watched the entire video already?” Tom asked incredulously. “It’s up on YouTubealready?”

“Your fans are quite eager in uploading videos of your face, Tom. I should be grateful, really.” He kissed Tom again, slowly and more intimately this time, stroking the incredibly smooth skin of Tom’s neck. “And you still managed to molest yourself, by the way, don’t think I didn’t catch that.”

Tom blushed a little, but he was feeling exceptionally brave, especially after the metal-and-leather comment. “Oh? And what else did you catch?”

Chris didn’t miss a beat, bless him. “That you particularly enjoy metal and leather.” The smirk in his voice was impossible to miss and Tom heard a jangling as Chris shifted on the bed to reveal - the handcuffs and gag from Loki’s last scene in the Avengers. 

“Chris!” he hissed. “Did you just steal the props from the set?!”

“And who would be looking for them at this time of night?”

“That’s still… theft!”

“Relax, brother,” he emphasized the last word, sending shivers down Tom’s spine. “Don’t think I didn’t catch that either.”

Chris’s lowered voice was sinful as he nibbled on Tom’s ear as he tugged at the black v-neck Tom still had on. 

“This. Why is this still on?” Chris asked teasingly.

“I do what I want,” Tom responded in kind.

The devilish glints in both their blue eyes couldn’t be ignored. With a smirk, Chris rolled to straddle Tom’s lap, placing his hand across the chest beneath him. “I don’t need Mjolnir to pin you down.”

Tom eagerly let Chris strip his clothing and worked on getting Chris out of his pants. Frantic and clumsy, but quick nonetheless, they were stripped of their clothes and Chris was atop Tom once again. They were slipping into the grooves of each other’s bodies when Tom felt a large hand clamp around one of his small wrists and cold metal being brought down upon it. There was clanging of metal with chains and the bed frame and his other hand followed suit, rendering his arms uselessly bonded above his head. 

Chris leaned back a moment to study his handiwork, seemingly pleased with his work, and let his eyes trail up and down Tom’s naked body, drinking in the beautiful sight.

“Like what you see, Thor?” he wiggled a bit in the mattress for show, and managed to get his legs out from under Chris.

“Now listen here, brother —” the sentence was cut off by a sharp inhale as Tom wrapped his legs around Chris’s hips, pulling them flush together and rubbing his hot erection against Chris’s.

“I’m listening,” Tom said cheekily.

Chris huffed in amusement before reaching for the metal mouthguard. “Enough, silver tongue.”

Tom allowed it to be strapped on, peering at Chris with eyes that spoke loud enough on their own. His intense gaze watched Chris’s hands as they fumbled in a nearby drawer for a condom and lubricant, though Tom made it difficult to concentrate. He rose his hips up every now and then to tease Chris’s cock with his own, and trailed the back of Chris’s thigh lightly with his feet, earning shudders from the broader man.

Placing a trail of blazing kisses across Tom’s collarbones, Chris aligned himself, but teased Tom’s entrance with his slick fingers first, shallowly pushing in and out, never going past his first knuckle, which made Tom whine into the mouth piece and tug at this chains lightly to no avail. Chris began to lick the underside of Tom’s cock, only taking it in his mouth past the head.

A muffled groan and impatient buck of Tom’s hips made Chris laugh before nudging at the puckered entrance with his swollen member. He pushed in gently, revelling in the hot sensation of Tom’s body, dropping his hands on either side of Tom’s head. He moaned as he inched in further, drinking in the warmth and tightness around him. When he stopped to just breath and calm his dizzied mind, Tom starting to rock back and forth with a series of muffled words that were probably commands to move.

He placed a kiss on top of the effective gag, and withdrew slightly and pushed in again. He leaned back to place his hands on Tom’s smooth hips and held the man in place while he entered again and again at an agonizing pace, closing his eyes to relish in the feeling.

When Tom kicked his torso, he opened his eyes to see Tom staring at him with pleading eyes, a hint of deviousness inside them.

“Did you have something to say?” he teased, and chuckled at the muffled cries behind the metal.

Still, he was feeling generous and reached behind Tom’s head to unclasp the device.

“You’ll pay for that,” he muttered before nipping at Chris’s lips.

“Really?” Chris retaliated, slamming hard into Tom. The unhindered cry that came from Tom’s lips was definitely worth taking the gag off. He instantly picked up the place, brutally slapping their flesh together at an unrelenting speed, lost in their groans and cries of pleasure.

Grabbing the creaky bedframe for support with one hand, he shuddered as he came inside Tom, using his other hand to jerk off the man beneath him, who couldn’t escape his bonds to do it himself.

In a tangle of sweaty limbs and sticky bodies, they breathed in heavily, their nostrils filling with the scent of musk and sex.

“If you let me go, I can show you what real power can do,” Tom panted in a seductive voice.

Not a moment later did he hear a faint click and his wrists no longer felt the metal.

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Well there you are folks, enjoy. xo

Luccellino for sarah x alone one shot @thorki-smut

luccellino:

For Sarah — (x).

“Alone” [one-shot] Rated: Teen (angst, death)

Contrary to popular belief, Loki did in fact love Thor. He loved him dearly - more dearly than anyone else he had ever come to known. The problem was that when you delved in the practices of magic and trickery, people wanted to hurt you, to strike closest to your heart. For Loki, it had always been, and always will be, Thor.

He carried the burden with him - surely Thor would try to commit foolishness, like try to save him or convince Loki to give up his ways, and Loki couldn’t have that now.

Still, with great power came a throng of enemies, and sorcery was a road of solitude. He fought fiercely, hiding the scars and wounds from Thor’s eyes, keeping the foes off Thor’s trail, but there came a point where his body, his mind, every fibre of his being would snap. There was only so much he could - even gods had their limits.

He let himself fade, gradually of course, but nobody truly noticed when the trickster would miss an evening feast. Or two. Perhaps half of them. All of them. Mornings too.

His presence dwindled away to nothing, until he seemingly disappeared. 

Thor had always known his brother’s love for antics and adventure, it wasn’t rare to have Loki go travelling alone for a few days at a time, yet something was amiss. Pure instincts told him that Loki was in need of something, though he couldn’t tell what. At a loss, he decided that riding out to Heimdall would at least put his mind at ease, yet when he searched for his cape, it was gone. Nobody was allowed to enter his chambers - but he knew someone who could, if they truly wanted. 

He made his way to his brother’s room, not expecting to be able to enter. He pounded on the door - was this another trick of Loki’s? To take away his prized cloak? He remembered one night they sat and gambled together, what Loki had wanted to wager.

“I’ve always been very fond of this, brother,” Loki purred, fingering the soft fabric that hung from Thor’s shoulders. 


Yes, this had to be Loki’s prank. The door didn’t open, and there was no noise behind it. By now, Thor had begun to worry, and brought his hand to wrap around Mjolnir. The door crashed heavily with three mighty blows, and Thor looked around at the mess of Loki’s room. Shattered glass and odd-coloured mixtures laid on the ground, books tossed carelessly and the sheets frantically torn. 

Loki was in trouble. He knew it.

He dashed to the stables to ride to Heimdall, his cape forgotten. As soon as he had finished tacking his horse, a small black bird with white feathers flew past - a bird not native to Asgard. It dropped a piece of fabric at Thor’s feet. His heart plummeted. He knew the texture and colour anywhere - a torn fragment of his cape. 

Loki!

“Good Heimdall, pray do tell me where my brother is! Is he in trouble?”

“I cannot see your brother,” the gatekeeper replied slowly.

The great Heimdall? Can’t see him? How can this be?

“He has cloaked himself from my sight, left through the many paths of the cosmos,” Heimdall said once more, as if reading Thor’s mind.

No, no, no! How will I ever find him?


“Take this… To Thor… Find him,” Loki gasped. With the last of his energy, he re-created the passage he had taken to Jotunheim, just barely big enough for the winged creature to fly through. 

He let his eyes droop heavily, his breathing staggered. He clutched the warm fabric of Thor’s cloak, inhaling the familiar scent, feeling guilty for taking it with him in a last minute decision. The comfort surrounded him as he lay, taking his final breaths. 

He smiled serenely, turning his head to watch the bird fly off, and felt Death’s clutches around him as he wondered if Thor would ever find him again.

Konoto nightmare by oriental lady lovely piece @thorki-smut

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Nightmare by *Oriental-Lady

Lovely piece :D

“Awake” Rated: Mature (gore, angst, punishment, fluff at the end)

It was better than being beheaded.

It was better than having his lips sewn shut.

It was better than being tied down while poison dripped from above.

Wasn’t it?

This had been Loki’s punishment - to lay until he had been purified. It sounded reasonable to Thor, until he witnessed what it was actually like. It had been horrible.

Loki stood in the centre of the throne room, on his knees in front of Odin, gagged and bound with guards on either side. When Odin declared the punishment, his eyes had blown wide in a frantic frenzy of green as he tried to say something against his mouthguard, but Odin paid no attention. With a final  stomp of Gungnir, Loki was wrenched upward by an invisible force, his back arched and head thrown back, screams muffled by the metal around his lips. The walls of his throat were bleeding from his efforts to plea, as he felt the magic being torn from every single fibre of his being. The gathered witnesses of the trial gasped as they saw the black strands of magic seeping out of Loki’s skin as the humiliated god trembled and wept. 

Now he lay, for once, looking at rest. No sinister looks or wicked smiles, just a placid mask of sleep. Thor had visited daily, naturally. He was eager for his brother to wake up, since nobody really knew. It was to be this way until he was pure again, but what would that take? Thor desperately searched for the answer, but Odin would say no more. How was Thor to know that “purified” meant stripped of his very essence and locked to slumber for a lifetime? And the thought truly sickened Thor. A lifetime. What if his brother never woke again? Would Loki ever forgive him for agreeing to Odin’s terms? 

“Awake, brother,” he whispered to no avail, as usual. Over time, the black strands of magic that floated out of Loki became less and less, and Thor found this a hopeful sign. Then one day, they stopped completely, yet Loki still did not wake. Instead, he would sometimes catch his brother tense only the slightest, his eyebrows would come forward only in a small furrow, and it broke Thor’s heart that he could not shake his brother from his nightmares.

Help me, Thor! Help me! Stop them! Loki cried out for his brother, over and over again. But Thor never came. Not when he was thrown in a rusted cage hoisted above enchanted fire, not when he was being poked and prodded with electrical shocks, not when they forced him to lay open on the steel operation tables while they strapped him down.

Each cut was so deep, the blood was endless. As if it weren’t enough to break him, and tear away everything he loves, they had to taunt him, to threaten him with the only thing he cared about - Thor.

‘Give us Thor’

‘Go find him yourself!’ he snarled.

‘Only you know where he is… Give him to us.’

Don’t come for me, no matter what you do, don’t come for me. Because if you do… They’ll take you away from me.

Each day was a stab to the heart, each day Thor could not see his brother’s beautiful eyes made him feel like he was incomplete. He wondered what his dreams were about, wondered about what else he could do than to simply hold the almost lifeless little hand that was cold to the touch.

Seven sunsets had gone by, and Loki had not so much as stirred. The small flickers of pain across his face were the furthest he had ever gotten, despite all of Thor’s desperate attempts to wake him.

No, Thor, stop, you can’t come this way, they’ll -

He had had his mouth sewn, he had screamed himself hoarse, but none had taken away his voice like this. The gash across his throat was deep as he felt the warm blood gushing over his neck and pooling onto the table, drenching his hair. 

‘Give us Thor’

See, Thor? They would take you away from me. We can’t have that now, can we? Don’t tell me where you are. I already know, but at least I can pretend like I’m not certain. If you’re there, stay there. I was never good at keeping secrets.

His magic was gone, Thor was sure of it. He was scared for Loki to wake up, find his magic completely gone, and in an empty room. So he stayed.

He stayed, and he watched, but he never mourned. He would not allow himself to give up on Loki.

It is time, brother.

He laid on the slab of cold metal, the horizontal burn marks on his back were itching, the deep wounds from whipping his feet stung. His fingers were sliced open, black with infection, some missing from his hand entirely. His shoulders had been popped out of place so that his arms were useless in fighting the restraints, scars littered his arms and his eyes were glassy and his head lolled around, unable to make a conscious effort to look up ahead. Each movement caused more ligaments to tear, as if he were trying to dismember his head completely. 

“Awake, brother, please,” Thor murmured as he sat on the edge of the bed, staring down into the still face of his brother.

‘Give us Thor’

‘Never. You will never take Thor away from me.’ He thrashed and threw his head back, snapping what was left of his life.

Be safe brother. Mourn for me. I shall miss you, but this is the only way to protect you - you, the one thing I love.

He placed his fingers into the destined spots between Loki’s, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his brother’s slightly parted lips, which seemed to warm at the touch.

When Thor pulled back, he could hardly believe it - threads of magic were shooting into Loki like golden vines dancing against a castle.

Loki’s eyelids fluttered before opening slowly to take in everything around him.

“You came for me?” he asked softly, his throat raspy from disuse.

“I never left.”

Amywinterbreeze with so many frostiron feelings @thorki-smut

amywinterbreeze:

With so many frostiron feelings, I was motivated to do a darker piece than the usual.

Seriously, this pairing. There’s so much potential to be developed between the two. Daddy issue is just a scratch on the surface. Canon or not, this couple surely is growing on me and I’m liking it very much <3

(p.s. I hate how tumblr shrinks the drawing pitifully small, so please click to view >.>)

It couldn’t be helped:

“Death Won’t Break Us” Rated: Mature (FrostIron, romance, major character death, angst)

Tony’s always hated the graveyard, because seriously who the fuck likes graveyards anyway? He remembers that all the shittiest things to have happened to him involved graveyards, some of those things that he can’t explain, and sometimes he thinks he’s gone off the deep end, so he doesn’t tell anyone. He toughened up, accepted his loneliness and flaunted it like a shield. Tony Stark - doesn’t play well with others, hollow, heartless, incomplete.

But, sometimes he could swear that he heard things. When his parents were taken from him there’d been nobody left. Nothing emphasized all alone like that. He remembered tip-toeing around their graves - and hearing their voices. He could hear his father’s disappointment, his mother’s crying, their shouting, the glasses breaking - 

He heard it all. 

When he tried to visit when he was older, the air seemed to grow chillier, the sky seemed to darken, voices called out to him - all these things that Tony couldn’t explain, didn’t explain, never wanted to explain - until he met Loki.

And words couldn’t possibly describe what occurred between them, but for once, Tony Stark was not alone.

Loki was the stove that was too hot to touch but you burned your hand anyway, the piece of candy you weren’t supposed to have before bed, the stranger that you weren’t supposed to talk to, and all of this was how Tony Stark found himself in the god’s arms.

There weren’t words for it, just touches here and there, their embraces, their breaths on each other’s flesh, their fingers intertwined, their synchronized breathing at night as they lay side by side.

For a while, Tony thought he’d be alright. He could live like this, with him, in this time, and things would be alright. But they never were, were they? 

This was Tony’s life. A life made to break someone, to test them.

And this is how Tony found himself in a graveyard again. This is how Tony found himself alone again.

As the rain poured down on them, he held on for dear life to the only who completed him, who made Tony’s heart beat, because he had one - he had a heart, and it was Loki who showed him that. Loki. The man dying in his arms, the man whose blood was flowing over his exposed flesh like scalding syrup. The man who fell to his knees, defeated at last, whose eyes were no longer a brilliant shining green but a haunting, dead grey.

“Farewell, Stark.”

“No. No, no, no. This isn’t goodbye. This isn’t, you hear me? I’ll fix this. I’ll save you.”

A deep, struggling breath.

“Stay with me, Loki. Please, please, stay with me. Don’t go. I need you, here, with me, because without… Without you I’m broken. We’re… We’re supposed to be us. You can’t go.” A choke, a sob.

“Death won’t break us.”

Stillness, as the next breath never came, no matter how hard Tony willed it to come, no matter how much Tony prayed to a God he had defied for years, no matter how hard Tony clung onto the man’s blood-soaked shoulders, no matter how bitter the tears he shed were.

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former-thorki-smut:

YOU….  GUYS… !;_____________; 

Sigh. I woke up to this little joy, and I couldn’t be more happy! I always thought this blog would get like, 20 followers max and I’ve been blessed with 100x that number. *wibbles* Thank you all, you’ve been amazing so far and I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe it. I hope to continue delivering fics for your enjoyment!

All of my love, 

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edit: so I write a Tom/Loki chapter in celebration

** [REQUEST] “Vampin’ is the New Pimpin’” [WIP] [CHAPTERS SERIES] Rated: NC-17, all chapters (changing, biting/blood drinking, Vampire AU - refer to each chapter for specific tags)

Chapter One: Loki/Thor, where only half the Avengers happens and the confrontation in the forest goes a little differently (dark-ish, mating, top!/pitching!Loki, bottom!/catching!Thor, Avengersverse)
Chapter Two: Chris Hemsworth/Tom Hiddleston, where Tom just can’t bear it any more.(Hiddlesworth, angst, fluff, romance, top!/catching!Tom, bottom!/pitching!Chris) 
Chapter Three: Tom Hiddleston/Loki, where Tom is totally okay with his transformation. (mating, slight romance)

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1. I’ve recently told some of my friends about this blog, and while they don’t care for the ship, they didn’t judge me for it either or shame me for it, and that was one of my biggest fears. Most of them found it hilarious, actually.

2. I’ve recently been tiring myself, so I’m really, really struggling to write my fics and so I’ve slowed way down. 

3. I just re-pierced my right ear with four helix piercings against all advice but I DO WHAT I WANT.

4. My “I am burdened with glorious purpose” bracelet came in the other and on the inside is my personal blog’s title (Goddess of Mischief”), and I thank my friend who got it for me <3 

5. I went to a restaurant today and I got a fortune cookie with “You will be receiving something you have been waiting for soon” TOM HIDDLESTON’S REPLY @O#WE($UYTHWIESD

6. I’ve eaten junkfood for the past eight days and nothing but so I’m going to start going to the gym again. Soon.

7. Also why I’m going to the gym: I’m ordering a spandex Sailor Mars costume for this year. Ha.

8. My best friends are going as Sailor Jupiter and Sailor Saturn aw yiss.

9. I have a job interview for a job I’m not even quite sure I want, but I really need money soons.

10. I want to do a giveaway SO BADLY, but like I said, I need the money first. >.> (reasons why you should all want me to get this job xD)

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Thank you for the lovely comments and I appreciate that you took the time to drop by! <3

I love you!

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Thank you both! I’m glad you appreciate the work I put in (because.. it’s.. a lot!)

and you just make me so happy <3 ^_^ I noticed my follower count down 1, but that’s totally okay when I’ve got people like you! 

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