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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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Make the clock reverse



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What once was mine

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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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