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shriggy-the-rat-king · 4 months
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Thor and Loki reunion to heal my soul
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thorfics · 15 days
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A fairy-tale pro-Brodinson love story AU.
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november-rayne · 8 months
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Chapter Nine: Family Dinner
A/N: Loki prepares to meet Sigyn's family again. Frigga's boy mom patience is tested.
Word Count: 3000
Rating: Mature
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+
*Minors DNI*
Tags: Loki and Thor laughing about things they shouldn't, Frigga is over it, Loki being a gentleman
Chapter Index
Loki’s new chambermaid was very efficient and matronly; older than his mother. He learned that her name was Margit and that she is married, has had four children, and has seven grandchildren. She can afford not to work but chooses to because she enjoys it. Before accepting the job as Loki’s chambermaid, she worked part-time in the kitchens. She was kind but stern with Loki when he took too long to choose a tunic to wear to dinner. She reminded him of a nursemaid he had when he and Thor still lived in the nursery.
“I will send this tunic back to the tailor for alteration. These three are too worn out and should have been discarded ages ago. This one does not suit your coloring. These trousers are too short for your legs. This pair of boots need repair. Don’t get me started on your cloaks. Honestly, child,” Margit was muttering to herself as she tore apart his wardrobe.  Loki was getting dressed in the clothes she laid out on his bed, smiling to himself.
He bathed again and dressed in his second-best tunic. He took extra care to look his best. He was feeling much better than he did this morning, though he was getting increasingly nervous as dinnertime approached.
“Well, Margit, do I pass inspection?” Loki asked.
“Let us have a look at you.” Margit turned her attention away from the wardrobe and pushed her spectacles up the bridge of her nose. She ran her hands over Loki’s shoulders and down his arms. She took his chin in her hand and turned his face back and forth. She nodded approvingly, ran a finger behind each ear, and inspected them. “All clean and so handsome. I approve!”
Loki broke into a wide smile. “Thank you, Margit.” He had not been mothered in a long time, and it felt very comforting. Even if he would never admit it out loud, it was just what he needed right now. “Can you arrange for my tailor to bring me some sample fabrics? It seems my wardrobe is in desperate need of an update.”
“Yes, My Prince, good idea. I will see to it after your breakfast in the morning.” She went back to the pile of clothes on the floor.
“I will not be requiring breakfast in the morning. Now that the King has returned, I must catch up on work. I will head straight to my office in the morning.”
“Nonsense!”
“Excuse me?”
“You cannot be of any help to the realm with an empty belly. I will have breakfast ready for you when I wake you in the morning. Your Highness.” She added the last part as an afterthought
“Well, if you insist.”
“I do,” she replied matter-of-factly.
Loki chuckled when she missed his sarcasm.
“Now, stop dragging your heels.” Margit made a shooing motion with her hands. “Your mother will be cross if you are late for dinner. Scoot, Your Highness.”
“How have I made it this far without you, Margit?” Loki smiled widely as he made his way to the front doors of his apartment.
“Norns only know. Have a good time!” she said with a wave as she ushered him through the door.
Loki shook his head as he went to the small formal dining room on the other side of the palace.
Thor and Frigga were already in the receiving room outside the dining room. Loki bowed to his mother and then leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Mother, Thor, greetings.”
“You look well rested, Brother.” Thor clapped Loki on the arm.
“Thank you. I am feeling better.  Mother, I need to tell you something before our guests arrive.” Loki said in a hushed voice.
“Does this have to do with the maid called Sera?” she asked.
He could not hide his surprise, “Mother, I did not invite her into my rooms. She must have convinced the guards to let her by. I was sound asleep, dead to the realm. Honestly,” he threw his hands up in defense, “I did not even realize what she was doing to me until-”
Frigga held up her hand to stop him.
“Wait, what happened?” Thor’s curiosity was piqued.
“I was informed. I have already discussed this with the head of security. Sera has been removed from the palace grounds. We have secured her a room and employment elsewhere.”
“Sera?” Thor asked. “The chambermaid with the nice…smile?” He quickly amended the end of his sentence when he saw Frigga’s face. “What did she do? What happened?” he asked again.
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with,” Frigga said.
Loki mimicked a blow job to Thor behind her back, and Thor’s eyebrows shot up. Frigga spun around, and Loki dropped his hands quickly.
“The two of you are the future of Asgard. Norns help us.” She rolled her eyes and headed straight to the wet bar in the corner of the room to pour herself a drink.
“Really?” Thor whispered to Loki when Frigga was out of earshot. “What the Hel? How do you sleep through that?”
“You know how exhausted I was. I thought I was dreaming.” Thor started giggling. Loki was trying to keep a straight face, “It is not funny.”
“No, it’s not.” Thor’s face was turning red, trying to hold back his laughter.
“Boys!” Frigga scolded as she made her way back to the pair. “That is quite enough.”
“Apologies, Mother. It has been quite the whirlwind of a day, and we have not even had dinner yet.” Loki offered.
“How do you like your new chambermaid?” Frigga asked, trying to change the subject.
“Margit is…unique. But she is delightful. Thorough and efficient,” Loki said.
Thor raised his eyebrows, “Is that so?” he asked and pressed his lips together to keep from laughing.
“No!” Loki threw his hands up in defense, “No, no, no, no, no, no. That was not how I intended that to sound.” 
Thor could hold it no longer. He started laughing so hard that tears sprang to his eyes. “You should see your face!” Thor threw up his hands and mimicked his brother’s face.
“She’s ancient!” Loki howled, “I would not even think about-”
“Unless you were asleep, apparently.” Thor roared. Loki joined him. 
Frigga drummed her fingernails on her wine glass and tapped her foot, waiting for the guffaws to stop. But each time they thought they were finished, one brother would start the other off again.
By the time they had gotten all their laughter out, Loki’s stomach was hurting, and Thor was wiping tears out of his eyes.
“If you two are quite finished?”
“Sorry, Mother.” They both spoke in unison, just like when they were small.
Then, the doors opened, and Lord Anderson and his family entered. Loki’s eyes immediately went to Sigyn. To Loki’s surprise, she quickly sought him out and gave him a shy smile. Her hair looked almost black in the low light. She was dressed in light blue tonight with silver jewelry and embellishments. The dress was simple and flowed almost weightlessly to the floor. She was just as lovely as he remembered.
Loki heard Thor let out a low whistle.
“Will you please stop doing that?” Loki said, not taking his eyes off Sigyn.
“Apologies, Brother. But…damn. The Norns are truly smiling upon you.”
“Yes,” Loki replied without really thinking.
“Ah, Your Highnesses!” Lord Anderson bowed deeply. “Thank you, My Queen, for the hospitality.”
“Of course.”
“I see someone is feeling better.” Lord Anderson clasped Loki’s hand and gave it a firm shake.
“Yes, well, a good nap can work wonders,” Loki replied.
“The man rebounds quickly!” Lord Anderson winked at Sigyn and gave her a nudge with his elbow, “You will appreciate that once you are married.”
Sigyn smirked at Loki. He caught the glint of mischief in her eyes and felt his cock twitch.
“Erik! Mind yourself in front of the Queen. Apologies, Your Majesty.”  Lady Anderson stepped forward and curtsied. “All those years in the army have blunted his manners.”
“Think nothing of it.” Frigga waved her hand. “I am quite familiar with how men speak when they think we are not paying attention.”
“Who wants a drink before dinner?” Thor motioned toward the wet bar and took Lady Anderson’s arm. “My Lady?”
“Ah, you are reading my mind!” Lord Anderson followed suit and offered his arm to the Queen.
Loki and Sigyn remained behind.
“Sorry about my father, Your Highness. He is always trying to find new ways to embarrass me.”
Loki chuckled, “Your father and my brother will get along very well, it seems.”
She smiled, “Do not let me keep you from getting a drink.”
“Oh, no. I have had enough lately to last me a couple of lifetimes,” Loki smiled back.
Sigyn stepped closer to Loki’s side. She fiddled with her bracelet, not meeting his eyes. “You…you were away recently?”
“I was.” Loki kept his hands clasped behind his back. Her eyes met his when he said, “But I am back now, and I am not planning on leaving again anytime soon.”
“I am glad to hear it.” She reached up and plucked a piece of fluff from the arm of his tunic.
“Truly?” Loki followed her hand with his eyes as she let the fluff fall from her elegant fingers.
“Truly.” She clasped her hands together in front of her. Their eyes met again. She gave him a half smile. “Is the King ever on time for dinner? I am famished.”
Loki laughed, “Never.”
oOXOo
The King eventually arrived, and the group enjoyed a pleasant dinner, just the seven of them. It was a nice change of pace from eating in the dining hall. The conversation flowed easily. Lord Erik Anderson was boisterous but not obnoxiously so. He got along well with the King.
He was an excellent storyteller. He did make a few more jokes of a sexual nature with the intent of embarrassing Sigyn. Loki noted that she seemed unfazed by the remarks each time, even rolling her eyes at him at one point.
He was a large, barrel-shaped man. Not fat, but stout. Loki figured he looked like Thor would when he got to his age.
Lady Astrid Anderson was reserved. Sigyn got her beauty and grace from her mother. She was tall, and her figure was still youthful. Her frock showed off the ample curves of her breasts and hips and the flat plane of her stomach. Her face was graced with very few lines.
She asked Loki and Thor about growing up in the palace and which places in the nine realms were their favorites. Loki remembered they had lost two sons in battle and humored her as she focused her attention on the pair of princes.
Loki studied Sigyn every chance he got. She dug into her dinner with enthusiasm. Minding her table manners but not seeming to care about how much she ate, much unlike the ladies he was used to dining with, who barely ate their meals. She sipped her wine but favored her water goblet. She conversed with everyone, even the king, offering honest opinions and counterpoints.
Loki could tell she was just as educated as he was.  She was a good storyteller, just like her father, offering the group a tale of her last trip to Midgard, where she toured a sizeable indoor marketplace called a mall and watched a piece of drama that was projected onto a wall of canvas using light.
She would catch him staring at her from across the table and give him an authentic smile. What he saw in her eyes was genuine; he believed she looked happy to be here. Unless he was just fooling himself.
When Odin stood, signaling the end of dinner, everyone returned to the sitting room. The King and Queen took their leave first after some small talk. Loki grimaced involuntarily when he noticed the hungry look his mother gave his father as they made their way into the hallway.
‘I could have done without that.’ Loki thought.
“Are you feeling ill again, Your Highness?” Sigyn caught him by surprise.
“Oh,” Loki chuckled as he placed his hand on her lower back, “No, I was just remembering something unpleasant.” He quickly returned his hands behind his back. “I am feeling much better, thank you.”
Thor and His Lordship were back at the wet bar, trading stories of battles past and comparing scars.
“Would you ladies allow me to escort you back to your chambers?”
Lady Anderson looked impatiently at her husband, and he waved her on. “Don’t wait up for me, dear. I will be of no use to you this night.” Thor laughed, slapped him on the shoulder, and raised another glass of spirits.
“Honestly, Erik, we are in the presence of royalty.” She huffed and fiddled with her necklace. “Sigyn and I would be honored. Thank you, My Prince.”
“Of course, My Lady.” Loki led the women to the hallway and offered them each an elbow. He pointed out a few key pieces of art as they walked. When they reached the front doors of their guest chambers, Loki looked over and caught Sigyn staring at him.
“Thank you for the escort, Your Highness.” Lady Anderson curtsied. “We shall see you at the betrothal feast tomorrow night.”
“Rest well, My Ladies.” Loki nodded to the Lady as she made her way to the double doors.
“Come along, child,” she said as she noticed Sigyn made no move to release the prince’s arm.
“Might I take a moment, Mother?”
The Lady glanced between the pair and saw the surprise on Loki’s face. “Very well, but only a moment. I will be just inside,” she warned, shutting the door behind her.
Sigyn dropped her hand and moved to stand directly in front of Loki. She stood about half a head shorter than he did. ‘She is the perfect height to plant a kiss on her forehead.’ He imagined doing just that.
She played with her bracelet as she raised her eyes to him. “May I speak freely, Your Highness?”
“I would prefer it,” he replied, intrigued.
“You had me worried when I first arrived. Mother was beside herself, believing they had promised me to a drunkard. I was starting to believe the royal portraits I had seen of you were a farse, but your looks seem to be improving.” She grinned at him.
Loki laughed, “Oh, I am usually very swoon-worthy. Give me another day or two, and you will say that the royal painter did me no justice.”
He regarded her for a moment. “I… apologize, My Lady. I do not usually drink myself to illness. I did not handle the news of our betrothal in the most mature way. I regret that more than you can know.” He moved to place his hand on her arm but stopped himself at the last moment. “That is no reflection on you, My Lady. You are more lovely than I could have hoped for.”
“But?”
He hesitated. He was looking right into Sigyn’s big green eyes and was having trouble remembering what he was making such a fuss about.
“But I do not know if I am ready to be married.”
“I see,” Sigyn smiled at him, “You believe you will never have another day of fun once we are wed? That I will be demanding of all your precious time? That you will never get to spend time with your friends or brother again?”
Loki looked at his feet in response. Sigyn placed a finger under his chin and raised his head to look at her again. “I know that you know very little about me, and you have no reason to believe me, but I can assure you that I have no intention of forcing you to become someone you are not.”
Loki thought for a moment, not taking his eyes from hers. “How do you know that I am deserving of such grace? Hmmm? You know very little about me as well.”
“I know more than you think I do, Your Highness. Prince’s secrets are rarely secret.” She gave him a knowing smile and returned to fiddling with her bracelet.
“Is that so?” He smiled at her. She bit her lip. Loki felt a fire start in his body and let out a slow breath. He wanted to kiss her so badly.
“Lady Sigyn, tell me, what have you heard about me?” He gave her an innocent smile. He squeezed his hands tightly behind his back to avoid reaching for her.
She smirked and reached up to play with a lock of his hair. “A story for another time, perhaps. It is getting late, and my mother will drag me back inside by my ear if I do not make haste.”
Loki took her hand from his shoulder and kissed it. Then he kissed her palm and placed it on his cheek, holding it in place. He noticed her breaths pick up. Her chest rose and fell so temptingly. His skin was burning under her touch.
“Another time, then.” His voice was low and velvety, “Good night, My Lady.”
“Sweet dreams, My Prince.” Her eyes danced with mischief.
With that, Loki took his leave. Every cell in his body was aching to stay and stand beside her, but he forced himself to turn and stride quickly down the hall to the stairs.
By the time he returned to his apartment, he was grinning like a fool.
‘Pull yourself together, man.’ He chastised his reflection in the bathroom mirror. ‘She is just a woman. Just a woman, like all the rest.’ But he knew he was lying to himself as soon as he thought it. She was not just another woman. She was the woman.
She was intelligent, funny, and beautiful. ‘Could she feel the same way about me?’ he wondered. ‘You have known her less than a day. Quit acting like a schoolboy.” He scolded himself as he slipped into bed.
He rested there for a moment before he got back out again to look under his bed and check his wardrobe, just to be safe. Confident he was alone, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
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stjarnaloki · 2 years
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God, Squared (Thor x Loki x fem! reader)
semester is over. who's ready for some filth?
Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: 18+, restraints, slight degradation, unrelated brothers please be mindful. Tags: sub!:oki (ish), dom!loki (ish) thor is very tender, slightly dom!reader, use of restraints, lots of kinks, absolute filth, self-indulgent fantasy. reminder that reblogging is the best way to share fics and please don't repost. please enjoy <333
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You kicked the door to your room open in annoyance, flushed and sweaty and grumbling to yourself at the inconveniences of the morning. 
Upon arriving at the training room, you’d found your gloves and boots missing. Unlike a sword that you could go without for one day, you couldn’t exactly go barefoot into the sparring ring. 
The palace was nearly a 20 minute walk, but you’d run it in 10, panicking that there would be a surprise evaluation the one day you’d decided to forget your most important equipment. 
Except you never took your uniform out of the training grounds. Not ever. You certainly wouldn’t have taken it back to your room. 
Ah. As your foot found the door and your eyes fell on your quarters, everything suddenly made a lot more sense. 
The two banes of your existence, one blonde and one raven-haired, lounged on the armchairs by your window, long limbs and various bits of armor hanging off the armrests. 
“Did you hide-” you spoke immediately, but were cut off.
“Your gloves, yes,” said Loki, his green eyes glimmering of mischief. There was no other glow like the kind Loki got when he was being insufferable. 
“And are those my…” 
“Your boots, yes,” Thor finished, looking all too pleased with himself. “Taken by us to lure you back to the palace so we could fuck you.” 
You looked from Thor to Loki, and from Loki to Thor, your mouth slightly open from the audacity of them both. 
“Well done, brother,” Loki said. “She’s speechless.” 
“Fuck off,” you scolded, stalking over to try to grab your gloves from Loki’s hand. He vanished them instantly, tucked away in some hidden fold in reality that only he could access. You swatted him on the shoulder instead, and he grabbed your hips in response, pulling him down possessively on his lap. 
“She’s not exactly thrilled as you said she’d be, brother,” mused Thor to Loki, who had risen from his chair when you walked over. Always a gentleman, even when he was trying to get in your pants. “I must say I’m surprised, I thought we’d given you a wonderful time last week.”
Now your cheeks flushed. Loki’s hands were taught on your hips, and he’d begun to move your hair away from your neck. 
“I don’t exactly have the privilege you two have when it comes to ditching your duties,” you spat. “Might I remind you I’m not a prince.” 
“No, but a princess…” Thor said as plainly as if it were well-known that you were his sister, a fellow heir to the throne. It sent a shiver down your spine, one that you were sure Loki felt from where you quivered on his knee.
“Except I’m not,” you retorted. “I worked hard to become a warrior and every time this…happens I risk losing everything. You, on the other hand, would lose nothing,” you added with a heated stare in Loki’s direction. “I’d just be another body on your list.” 
Loki tsked, his turn to be petulant.
“Darling, you’re far more than a quick fuck in a dark corner,” he purred. 
“Wow, thank you so much Loki,” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “The bar is incredibly high.”  
“Oh, hush…” said Loki. “We have a lot to lose, too. You’re the only one who’s ever been able to handle both of us…” he whispered the last words, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He let his hand linger on your jaw, and as if on instinct your hand nuzzled it closer. He smirked, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.
“Now kiss me, and make Thor watch…” Loki murmured, drawing your face closer to him by your throat. 
You let your lips fall within millimeters of his own before you denied him. 
“I don’t think so,” you whispered, and with a nip to his bottom lip, you grasped the hands at your waist and lashed them quickly behind his back with your belt, which you’d been sneakily unbuckling since he dragged you down.
“What-” Loki said, looking distraught.
“Change of plans, Loki, since stealing my things was your idea, I’m going to go fuck your brother,” you said as you left his lap, swaying your hips as you walked up to the blonde burly man. He always seemed to glow in sunlight, and this morning the rays that caught the braid in his hair made it look like spun silk. You turned around to look at Loki as you grasped Thor’s thick cock through his trousers, making his knees buckle a little.
“And you’re going to watch…” you finished, and a cry of protest escaped from Loki as he writhed where he was tied.  
Thor was round where Loki was angular, his deep blue eyes pools of kindness where Loki’s green ones were shrouded in mystery.  
“Gods,” Thor groaned as you palmed him again, the tent in his breeches straining against your hand. “Brother, she’s outdone you…”
You couldn’t reach his lips as you stood in front of his bulk, so you settled with basking in the adoring gaze that Thor was showering you with.  
“No she hasn’t,” Loki said, unable to hide his annoyance. “I could get out anytime. I choose to play along…” he said, his eyes flitting over you and Thor.
You walked back over to Loki and placed both hands on his knees, leaning over him so cleavage poked out of your tight training suit. His eyes flicked there and back to your face ever so quickly, his expression one of stony determination.
“Yes Loki, you’ll stay right here, won’t you?” you said. “You’ll stay here because secretly you like watching me fuck Thor. You like hearing me moan his name instead of yours, don’t you? You like feeling small, defeated, weak…second best.”
Loki said nothing, but his lips pursed in a silent rage. You smirked, undoing the zipper on his trousers so his cock slipped free. 
“Oh, my darling,” you crooned, stroking the shining tip with one finger. “So hard already.”
Thor was behind you now, trailing his hands up the curve of your waist as he kissed your neck, right in front of Loki. You let your head fall to the side at the gentle tickle of his beard, eyes falling shut at the sensation. You let him undress you tenderly, his thick fingers were always more delicate than you expected, and soon the two of you were completely naked, entwined on top of the white sheets. Your tongues tangled together and you swallowed each other’s moans, each knowing the other was being just a bit louder than usual because of the audience.
“Promise me, brother, you’ll let me taste her…” Loki moaned as Thor finally gave you what you wanted, stretching the thick girth of his cock into your entrance. 
“Perhaps…” Thor’s voice hitched as he settled all the way inside.  “But you’ll taste me there, too, brother,” he said, beginning to snap his hips faster, building heat and wetness between your legs. 
“Oh, Thor,” you cried. Something about the way Thor said “brother,” imagining Loki licking the essence of both of you between your folds, made you feel light-headed. 
“You’re so fucking dirty,” you gasped, pulling Thor’s mouth to yours as he hit your back walls over and over again, the girth of his cock pulling you apart at the seams. From the corner of your eye you saw Loki writhing against his restraints, bucking his hips into the air for relief that never came. 
“You like that?” Thor said back into your mouth, the question half-goading, half-genuine because even buried to the hilt inside you, Thor couldn’t help but check if you were alright. 
“God, yes, I fucking love it,” you cried. “More, tell me more.”
“I think-” Thor started, then was cut off by a particularly hard clench around his length. “Shit…Who do you think Loki wishes he was more? Me or you?” Thor rumbled with a smirk. 
“OH- ah-” you moaned, your nails leaving red ribbons on Thor’s brawn as his cock hit your cervix. “T-t-tell him how my pussy feels and then he can answer.” 
Thor kissed you sloppily, more of a gnashing of tongues and breath before he did as you said.
“Brother, - gods - she feels like silk,” Thor moaned. “The tightest warmth in the nine realms - fuck - I want her all to myself,” he cried before pulling out all at once, panting harder than before and tearing holes through the bedsheets with his fingers. 
“Don’t you dare…” Loki growled from his chair, nearly shooting venom from his mouth.
“Norns, brother, I almost came,” Thor ignored his brother as he panted, his eyes squeezed together in his denial of release. 
“No no no…” you whined, stroking his chest in an effort to calm him. “I haven’t fucked you quite long enough, Thor…”
Fresh fire sparked in Thor’s eyes with his name on your lips. He tossed a self-satisfied glance at his brother before lining himself up at your entrance once again. His cock pressed into you this time with a wet sound, exhaling all at once as your warmth surrounded him. 
Thor cursed your name to the gods as he began to move, your wetness drenching his balls and spreading on the sheets below you. 
“Loki…” Thor moaning his brother’s name felt like sparks in your cunt. “Would you like to see her ride me?” 
“Fuck you,” was all Loki groaned, but his cheeks were redder than Thor’s. Behind him, the restraints left his wrists red and raw from his desperate attempts of escaping.
“I think that was a yes,” you said, wrapping your arms around Thor’s neck. In one motion he rose to his knees and flipped you on top, his cock wedged inside you the whole time. 
You arched your back as you pressed yourself up Thor’s sweaty chest, fully aware of Loki’s eyes feasting on the curve of your ass. It thrilled you, putting on a show like this. You heard a strained fuck from where Loki was restrained, and you shot a smirk at Thor. 
One of your fingers reached down to circle your clit a few times. The result was exactly what you wanted; an overwhelming feeling of pleasure radiating from your belly, another wave of slick coating Thor’s cock and dripping down his thighs. 
Wetter now more than ever, you lifted yourself up ever so slightly, settling your hips back down onto Thor’s cock with a squelch. 
“Fuck,” Thor grunted through gritted teeth. “Brother, look at her. Look how well she’s riding me.” 
You tossed your head over your shoulder and bit your lip as you began to fuck onto Thor faster. Loki looked like a wreck. The shining red of his cock was spurting clear fluid and a giant puddle of it had formed on his stomach. His face was contorted half in rage and half in a daze. 
“Loki…” your voice was a sultry whisper, and you saw his cock jump on his stomach when you said his name. “You’re being so good, so patient,” your voice was a whine, and if Loki had his hands free he would have clapped one over his mouth to keep from screaming. Instead, he bit his lip until he tasted copper, the sight of Thor’s cock filling you to the brim nearly too much for him to handle. 
Wet slapping noises and Thor’s obscene grunts filled the room. Your moans were approaching feral territory, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t exaggerating them just a little bit to make Loki’s flush a little deeper. You couldn’t help it, the thrill it sent down your spine was too addicting. 
“W-will you release him?” Thor panted his question, grasping the small of your back with large hands to slow the rock of your hips. He was dangerously close to coming undone. 
“I wish for him to feel you before I ruin you…” Thor groaned with a shaky exhale, trying to ease you off his length. 
“Ah ah-” you resisted Thor’s strength with a delicate flutter of your cunt around his cock. His hands fell away and he moaned deep in his throat. “I want him to watch you come inside me, Thor,” you said crystal-clear, tossing an evil glance over your shoulder at the mop of sweaty raven-hair that had once been Loki, twenty long minutes ago before you’d fucked his brother in front of him. “Ruin my cunt, I’m begging you.” 
Thor looked dumbstruck. You’d never allowed him this before; it was always Loki you wanted to be filled with. 
“Are- fuck - are you sure?” Thor asked, but his eyes pleaded for permission.
“Yes, Thor, darling,” you purred, one hand rubbing the firm expanse of his bronzed chest. “Come inside me, please,” you rocked forward, feeling his bulge against the taught skin of your stomach. “Right here,” you said, taking one of his hands and pressing it into your low belly. When Thor felt himself move inside you, darkness flooded his eyes.
You heard a distraught, jealous groan from the corner of the room, and you knew you'd touched a nerve.
Thor's thrusts became animal, and you clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your shrieks that threatened to break every glass surface in the palace. His cock felt like a wedge splitting you open, as if you were nothing but a piece of wood between his hands. You were about to splinter into a million pieces with the God of Thunder inside you, making a scene while his adopted brother wasn’t even allowed to touch you. 
The thought sent you over the edge. With a scream that ricocheted from your lungs, your cunt clenched around Thor’s cock, locking him inside you as every muscle in your body tensed. 
“Thor…” you moaned his name as you came, piercing his deep blue eyes as your cunt milked him in rhythmic flutters. 
A bolt of lightning flashed outside, rattling the entire palace. Thunder roared at the same time Thor exploded inside you, and through your white-hot pleasure you felt warmth coat your walls. 
With a heaving breath, Thor’s bruising grip on your hips relaxed a little. His cock twitched and sputtered inside you, the sheer amount of seed he had spilled in you already beginning to leak out. Thor let his cock slide out of you with a groan, white dripping from his tip and your slit. You felt deflated and limp from your orgasm, but a whimper from the corner of the room reminded you that you weren’t done yet. 
“Let me have him,” you murmured to Thor, and he understood. His knees wobbled a little as he rose, and Thor undid Loki’s restraint with one hand. The trickster was hunched over his aching cock, whining with the unfairness of it all. When his hands broke free, he stood up quickly, choosing to glimmer away his clothing instead of bothering with undressing. 
Loki approached where you lay, almost tentatively. How shocking was it that you made the God of Mischief so obedient? His eyes raked over your body, from the damp hair that clung to your forehead to the fingers in your cunt that plugged up as much of Thor’s come as possible. 
“Come here,” you drew him close with a crook of your finger. In an instant he was on top of you, kissing you like a man dying of thirst. You moaned against his mouth, not realizing how much you’d missed the sweetness of his lips. 
“Are you jealous?” you murmured when Loki came up for air. 
“You are…” Loki started, biting your neck hard enough to make you clench around air. “The biggest pain in my fucking ass…” he whispered into your ear, licking the spot he’d bitten to soothe it. “Insolent. Greedy.” 
You just giggled under Loki’s monstrous gaze. 
“Are you gonna let me fuck you now?” Loki growled, already stroking his cock with the copious amount of precome he was leaking. “Or do you have a line of suitors outside the door who have to spend in your hole before me?”
“Brother…” Thor said sharply from where he sprawled next to you.
“It’s alright, she likes it,” said Loki. “She’s our little slut, don’t you remember?” 
“Yes, my prince,” you said, biting your lips as a sign that Loki could now take whatever he wanted from you. Thor moaned again next to you, his cock sticking straight up again as he watched Loki line himself up at the hole he’d just spilled himself in. 
And so he did. Loki plunged into your overused cunt and gasped, the buildup and denial you’d put him through nearly enough to make the first silky squeeze of you send him over the edge. He grit his teeth and held back his seed, determined to bring you to a better orgasm than his brother. 
“Thor just warmed you up, didn’t he love?” Loki panted, curls falling over your face as he pierced you with green eyes. 
“Loki, let me touch her…” Thor groaned again. Not three minutes had passed since he slid out of you, yet here Thor was, begging to have his hands on you again. 
Loki grunted, possessive, but the way his cock quivered dangerously inside of you made him oblige. 
“Let’s make her scream, brother,” he said ruefully, angling his hips to hit the very back of your channel. Already the pressure was building, and with Thor’s thick fingers circling your clit, your moans soon became short and breathy. 
“Oh, fuck,” you cried. Loki’s brow was furrowing as pleasure rippled from your core to his cock. He was going to spill inside you, right where his brother had just done five minutes ago. 
“Come for me, sweet girl,” Loki murmured, the silk of his voice not matching the violence of his hips that was rocketing you forwards. “Come for your prince. Explode on me.” 
“That’s it,” Thor was saying, and your eyes flitted from blonde to black from tan to white and blue to green, and suddenly you were screaming Loki’s name, your back arching into the mattress as pleasure opened up inside of you once again. 
“Augh-” 
Loki tensed a second after you did, warm white filling your belly even fuller than it was before. Your mouths collided as he spent himself, and with his tongue in your mouth and his seed flooding deep inside of you, you’d never felt more full in your life.  
Loki’s arms shook and then gave out and he fell in a sweaty pile of black curls on your chest. A bronzed hand stroked his hair out of his face and you hummed into his neck, laying little kisses along his pale skin. 
“Thank you, love,” you murmured, soft enough that only Loki could hear. He raised himself on shaking arms to lick into your mouth, a slow and tender caress of his tongue that told you that he'd fucked away all his malice. Well, at least in the current afterglow. 
You dozed between them for awhile, and awoke still sticky between your legs with both brothers’ release. When you came to, they were both staring at you in transfixed silence. Thor traced the curve of your breast and Loki spread the folds of your cunt apart, watching the white seep out of you. 
“Boys,” you said in greeting. Two equally devilish smirks were returned. 
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worstloki · 1 year
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I thought I was the only one who can't get enough of them just being close brothers. Yes, let them share a bed and kiss on the forehead and do stuff that brothers do. So say... do you have fluff fics? I'm taking the easy way out by asking because you have sooo many fics. 👀 looking respectfully. I don't know where to find Thor and Loki fluff, and I've tried. I tried so hard! Found a good one where they say I love you, but it's just a vignette and it's not enough. 😢 There was another one on ao3 that I read ages ago but I can't find it again. I'm starved for the bros showing affection in whatever way. Help?
Five People Who Were Fazed By Loki Sitting on Thor's Lap by Catspook : 3k : Thor likes to have Loki sit on his lap, the Avengers think it is weird, and Loki likes to troll them
Conflict Resolution by TheOtherOdinson : 6k : After Odin's death in Norway, Thor and Loki were left alone to deal with their loss and anger. Just the two of them. With no interruptions.
Home by my_dear_man : 2k : When the closest thing to home is right in front of you, even if it's your adopted brother who tried to kill you and take over Earth.
Soft Touch by calicojackofficial : Tony catches Thor and Loki napping together on a public couch.
We Were Eight at the Time... by Writinthestars : 5k : He’d never attacked Thor before. Their quarrels were always preluded by some sort of argument so there was warning, and they both knew they wouldn’t hurt each other too terribly.
This is the first time I used a real weapon against him. There’s no returning from that. It’s too late. I could’ve killed Thor - he’ll never forgive me.
Loki’s eyes filled with tears. This wasn’t what he wanted.
OR: Loki stabs Thor when they're eight.
Five out of Five is an Ideal You Can't Have by GalaxyThreads : 13k : While on an assignment from their father, Loki gets cursed to lose his senses. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but they're days from help, and Thor is forced to slowly watch his brother lose himself. (gen, Pre-Thor 1)
Mornings are for Destroying Landscaping by SalParadiseLost : 3k : Loki and Thor decide to spar one morning.
Tony isn't amused, Peter is happy to be a witness, and the Avengers don't have any power.
Castles in the Air by cosmic_medusa : 182k : Loki's first act as King is to collect his banished brother to aid his regency, however brief. Thor discovers that the political landscape is far from what it seemed, and that the lies of Odin have resulted in the threat of both his sons' safety and sanity. Drama, angst, double-crosses, butchering of folklore and history, and the epic bromance of Asgard's Princes ensues.
Bargaining by proantagonist : 109k : Faced with an eternity without his brother, Loki strikes a bargain to change the past. Post TDW.
i couldn't change (though i wanted to); by unintentionallyangsty : Given the team's circumstances--travelling through the cosmos and headed for Midgard on a previously unplanned voyage--Loki taking up a newfound fondness for shapeshifting on a whim is hardly the weirdest thing that has happened to any single member of the Revengers in the past several months. In fact, it doesn't even make the top three. 
(Alternatively, how Loki unintentionally ends up bonding with the Revengers on the Statesman as a number of different creatures))
That Sheds His Blood With Me by Kadorienne : 13k : "Because you are my brother," Thor told him.
(Politics and family on Asgard. A brotherly love story.)
Rotten At the Heart by Coneycat : 6k : in which Odin raised Loki as Thor's brother... and then used him to force Thor to prove his loyalty to Asgard.
Picking Up the Pieces by Thursdays_Angel : 7k : During the slow ride back to Earth Tony and Nebula come across the remains of the Statesman. Tony searches the faces for his friend and finds his brother instead. Thor loves his kid brother, the least Tony can do is bring him back for a proper burial.
And if that Mockingbird don't sing by dante_baby : 7k : If someone asked Loki how he imagines his last day of youth, he certainly wouldn't say being sick and completely alone in his own room. Luckily, Thor is always there for him.
Soft by enchantedlokii : 1k : Sicktember Day Five — Comfort Item
Insurgency by for_darkness_shows_the_stars : 50k : Despite his best efforts, Loki wins the Battle of New York.
The universe will never be the same again.
I'd follow you through hel (and fight off demons as well) by ThatOneAnnoyingFox : 1k : After a bad meeting with Odin, Thor watches the void.
It’s dishonourable, but if he did it with no-one to see, who cares where he’d go?
Portal To The Past by worstloki : 106k (ongoing) : Loki gets sent back in time a few centuries and since he's over trying to gain Odin's approval he's reliving life with his own happiness in mind. Naturally, everyone else has a problem with this.
OR: that one fic where odin keeps trying but is unable to get rid of teen loki
The Frog Incident by MoonGoddex : 6k : Loki turned him into a frog. And honestly, Thor hadn't thought twice about it at first. He'd been changed into a little golden retriever puppy one time as a commentary on his general demeanour, and into a donkey by way of insult via synonym. None of those transformations had resulted in people in black and orange bursting through glowing doors that hadn't been there before. Well, okay. There were a few steps between the transformation and his capture.
Throg, or The Time Loki Turned Thor Into A Frog by PhantomEngineer : 1k : The time when they were children when Loki turned Thor into a frog.
The Glorious Death by stainedglassflood : 1k : Loki dies without honour. Thor blames himself. (I will not fight you, brother.)
Just Close Your Eyes by ADreamer67 : 32k : Ragnarok has come to pass, the Asgardians have reached a deal with the leaders of Midgard for territory of their own, Loki is allowed to stay (provided he doesn’t leave said territory), and Thor is settled on the throne. So all in all, things are going well, if you ignore the recent massacre and planetary annihilation.
Well, except for the fact that Loki is working himself into the ground. And Thor is having none of it.
Cue a not entirely legal brotherly field trip where Thor will make Loki relax, or die trying. Responsibilities? Pssh, who cares about those? (Hint - Loki. Very much so)
(death must be lonely like I am) by GalaxyThreads : 17k (ongoing) : After the Battle of New York, S.H.I.E.L.D. claims Loki for punishment and consequently, also HYDRA. When the Avengers are assembled under the belief that Loki is escaping his cell, they rapidly realize what a mistake they've made leaving the younger Asgardian in their hands. (Gen, blind!Loki)
to your own blood, and empty spaces in the throat by vellaphoria : 13k : Silence suffocated the battlefield in the wake of Thanos’ ships.
It fell from the sky they had rent in their flight from Midgard’s surface, and it rose like mist from the forests they had left broken in their wake.
It settled in Thor’s lungs, collecting in the cracks of his armor like ash.
Cold Nostalgia by ADreamer67 : 30k : It's the last Winter Solstice before Thor is crowned. Thor wants to do something special. Inasmuch as a hunt in the middle of winter is special.
Loki just doesn't want to freeze to death.
Loki, Chronologically by eirtae : 180k (ongoing series) : Loki: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'n' Roll Edition
OR: series of fics about Loki's life, and Thor's
proximity parasite by everylokitten : 3k : Thor eats something he shouldn't and gets a parasite that makes it painful for him to be away from his brother for even short periods of time. Eventually, there will be a safe way to remove all traces of it. Until then, the only thing that can quell his pain is Loki. Cuddles ensue.
What family is for by dante_baby : 8k : Thor got sick and Loki is definitely not having a good time.
Five times Tony was a dumbass and one time he was a REAL dumbass. by thebackwardsstep : 3k : Her hysteria exploded through the halls, her sides splitting, face perfectly beaming. The laughter would have been contagious if Tony wasn’t on the receiving end of it. “Yeah, sure. That’s his girlfriend.” Okay, so Tony wasn’t stupid: he could clearly identify the sarcasm in the Valkyrie’s tone, meaning she was blatantly lying. Tony wasn’t stupid, which was why he felt confident in concluding that the mystery-woman was obviously Thor’s wife.
The Woes of Survival by withthekeyisking : 5k : They won, didn't they? They're off to find a new home, Thor is in his rightful place as king, and he finally has his brother back at his side.
But Loki is acting a little differently; quieter, even when he's speaking. Isolated, even when he has the entire room's attention. Flinching from touches he would have allowed before, even with the customary rolling of his eyes.
And then Thor overhears an odd conversation between Brunnhilde and Loki...
Ichor in Violet by tirsynni : 15k : When Thor learns that Loki can travel to other realms without Heimdall seeing, of course he convinces Loki to take them both to Jotunheim to hunt Frost Giants. There an accident unravels centuries of lies and threatens to unravel Loki, too.
The first rule of Vonasnire was there were no questions asked. by thebackwardsstep: 6k : Pure, shameless fluff about Thor being such a good brother and guiding Loki through his feelings even despite how much they can hurt them both.
small and little and held by Lokincest : 1k : Thor wants to be the little spoon.
additionally, virtually anything by unintentionallyangsty, GalaxyThreads, xWitchAlchemistx (who does write Thor/Loki but the brodinsons is strong), ADreamer67, etc.
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Relinquish Your Burden: Chapter 6
"The Sun Will Shine On Us Again"
Word Count: 3.9k
Relinquish Your Burden - Chapter 6 - tallseaweed - Loki (TV 2021) [Archive of Our Own]
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"Again."
"Again."
"Again."
"Let's go faster this time."
"My Variants are already out there."
"Nothing survives, Loki. Not even the Sacred Timeline."
"You cause a war that kills us all."
"What good is free will if everyone's dead?"
"You're replacing one nightmare with another."
"I know what kind of god I need to be."
"You do know yourself."
"A villain."
Loki awoke with a gasp, his limbs tangled in sweaty sheets. A soft light was filtering in through a small leaded window on the far wall. Where was he? He needed to get back, the timelines needed him—
The scent of a familiar cologne surrounded him, soothing his panic.
Mobius.
It all came rushing back.
Sylvie.
Thor.
The Watcher.
Mobius's eyes and the dancing lights…
Loki rolled over, finding the other side of the bed vacant. Muffled voices were coming from the other side of the door.
He pulled himself from bed, bare feet padding toward the window. Outside, a grey spaceship with purple and turquoise stripes sat in the snow. The low-hanging clouds made it difficult to tell, but it must have been close to midday.
Mobius's laugh carried over the hum of voices in the other room, and Loki couldn’t help but smile to himself. Raking his fingers through his sleep-disheveled hair, he went to open the door.
The scene that greeted him made Loki do a double take. Thor was frying up some sort of egg dish on the stove while Love chatted with him from a barstool. Sylvie was on her tiptoes rummaging through one of the cabinets, and Mobius was chopping something on a cutting board. It all looked so ordinary, but the circumstances that had brought them all together were anything but. Loki felt as if his two worlds were colliding.
Across the room, Mobius's eyes met his own. Immediately, he set down his knife and smiled. "Mornin' sunshine."
Thor and Love's conversation tapered off, and everyone turned to face Loki. He gave a halfhearted wave as Mobius made his way toward him.
He and Mobius had fallen asleep in the clothes they'd been wearing the night before, but the latter was now clad in a brown knit jumper and denim trousers. If the luggage in the corner was any indication, he'd used Sylvie's TemPad to go retrieve some essentials.
"How'd ya sleep," Mobius asked, leaning up to give Loki a brief kiss on the cheek.
"As good as can be expected," Loki sighed, running his hand down the side of Mobius's arm. He could feel a blush creeping up his ears from the weight of everyone's attention.
"You owe me 5 units Aunt Sylvie," the young girl's cheery voice piped up.
Mobius rolled his eyes and took Loki's hand, leading him toward the table. "Do you want some lunch? 'Fraid we both slept through breakfast."
Loki caught Thor's eye from across the kitchen island. His brother looked surprised by the exchanges of affection but recovered himself quickly. He shot Loki a warm smile. "I've made a Midgardian dish called an omelette, Brother. Would you like to try?"
"Sure. Smells lovely."
~
Loki hadn't realized how hungry he was until he put the first bite in his mouth. When was the last time he'd had a proper meal? He honestly couldn't remember. Three generous servings later, Loki began collecting everyone's dishes and bringing them to the sink. He was stopped by Thor's hand on his shoulder.
"Would you come for a walk with me, Loki?"
Loki turned to face him, meeting Thor's earnest gaze. "Alright," he replied, though his palms began to sweat. The last time Loki had truly conversed with Thor, he'd been attempting to rule Midgard and secure the Tesseract for Thanos. Safe to say, they hadn't exactly left on good terms. Making matters even more complex was the fact that this Variant of Thor had watched him die. Had clung to his body after the Mad Titan snapped his neck. Truthfully, Loki had no idea what to expect from the interaction.
As they made their way to the door, he conjured himself a Midgardian outfit, similar to what the rest of them were wearing. When they stepped outside, Loki was clad in a forest green turtleneck and dark denim trousers. He was glad he'd included thick black boots when Thor led them off the main path and into the snow.
They walked in silence for a minute or so, the cold wind biting at their exposed skin. Thor was dressed much warmer, but made no comment on Loki's choice to forgo a coat. Even before they'd learned his true heritage, the two of them had discovered that Loki could withstand the cold much better than Thor.
"So… you and Mobius…" Thor smiled suggestively.
"Yes," Loki huffed a laugh. "I'll have you know it's a very recent development, but…" The corners of his lips twitched, and he found himself unable to fight the ensuing grin. "Would you believe me if I told you I wanted to kill him when we first met?"
Thor let out a booming laugh. Until that exact moment, Loki hadn't realized just how much he'd missed that sound. "Actually Brother, I can. You've never exactly been quick to open up."
Loki clicked his tongue but conceded the point. Prior to meeting Mobius and Sylvie, he had been slow to warm up to people. Taking Thor's lead of stating the obvious, he said, "Your daughter is a force to be reckoned with."
Thor smiled fondly. "That she is. Do you know how I came to adopt her?"
"More or less."
"Then you'll likely already know that she was Gorr's daughter first. He was a mortal, but when Love emerged from the Altar of Eternity, she had the powers and vitality of a goddess." He paused. "Selfishly, I'm quite glad for that. Until yesterday, she was the only family I had left. If I were to lose her so soon—"
Loki was a bit taken aback by the display of vulnerability. He supposed he shouldn't be after their emotional reunion the night before, but still, he wasn't quite accustomed to it. Open communication had never been their family’s forte.
"I think Mother would have liked her," Loki said quietly.
"I'm sure she would have," Thor agreed.
A beat of silence passed. "When I first learned she'd died, I—" Loki broke off, a lump forming in his throat. He swallowed. "I'm not envious of you for having to go through that."
Thor let out a deep sigh. "Be grateful you didn't. Though I can imagine the way you found out was horrible in its own way."
"You're not wrong there," Loki murmured quietly. He paused, choosing his next words carefully. "If it's any consolation, I've seen countless timelines where Mother is alive and well. Jane too, for that matter."
Thor drew in a deep breath, simultaneously swiping a stray tear from his cheek. "Good. I'm glad.”
They began trudging up a small hill when Thor broke the heavy silence. "Mobius and Sylvie told me how they came to know you, but I'm curious. What is it like? This TVA?"
Loki thought for a moment. What a complicated question . "It's— horribly bureaucratic and stifling. And honestly, a bit terrifying at first. They use Infinity Stones as paperweights."
Thor halted in his tracks. When Loki turned around, his brother looked aghast. "By the Norns, I— I knew that place was powerful, but I did not imagine…" he breathed.
Loki nodded grimly, standing still while Thor took a moment to process. "They kidnapped me from my timeline right after New York because I managed to escape with the Tesseract. That particular act took me off of the Sacred Timeline, my predestined path . When I managed to regain possession of the Tesseract at the TVA, it wouldn't work. All of the Stones they keep there are rendered completely useless." Thor's expression was somewhere between horror and sympathy. Loki wasn't sure he could stand it. "At first, I wanted to burn the whole place to the ground." Thor chuckled. Good. "Sylvie did too. She might still want to, honestly."
They began walking again before Thor asked, "Was it strange, finding out there are countless different versions of you out there?"
Loki cringed. "You have no idea."
They had arrived at a large rock near the cliffside, overlooking the sea. Thor frowned at the snow blanketing its surface. Loki shook his head with a small smile and cleared the snow off with magic. Thor flashed him a grin. "I had forgotten how useful you are to have around, Brother."
Loki rolled his eyes and gave Thor an exasperated smile. "Glad I can be of service, Your Highness."
Thor laughed as they sat down. After a moment of taking in the view, Loki continued. "I suppose I grew somewhat partial to the TVA once I learned that all its workers were brainwashed Variants. It's not like they'd asked to be kidnapped from their timelines. And, well, by that point, I was becoming rather fond of Mobius."
Thor smirked at him and Loki narrowed his eyes. The desired effect was lessened by the involuntary smile pulling at his lips. He broke their eye contact and sighed, looking back out over the water.
"In time, I started viewing a handful of them as my friends. If we're being honest, I—" Loki hesitated, glancing over at Thor. "I never really had true friends, back on Asgard."
Thor looked like he wanted to protest, but seemed to think better of it. Loki was pleasantly surprised. He almost hadn't said anything, but decided he was curious as to what Thor's reaction would be. If he were being honest with himself, he was waiting for Thor to jump to the defense of the Warriors Three and Sif as he'd always done.
After a weighty pause, Thor murmured, "I'm sorry that I never noticed."
Of all the things Loki had thought his brother might say, the last thing he'd expected was an apology. Completely taken aback, Loki swallowed the lump in his throat, dipping his head into a shallow nod.
Suddenly, the sun broke through the clouds, and Loki couldn't help but tip his face toward it. It had been so long since he felt the warm caress of sunlight, let alone took the time to enjoy it. He glanced over at Thor, squinting against the brightness, and was alarmed to find tears streaming down his brother's face.
"Are you alright?" Loki asked gently, turning to face him.
"Yes, I'm sorry, it's just—" Thor took a shuddering breath. "Before you died, you assured me that the sun would shine on us again." Thor chuckled wetly, shaking his head. "I assumed it was one of your rare moments of misplaced optimism, but, well… here we are."
Loki couldn't help the surge of remorse he felt for the man beside him. This Thor had lost his brother, and Loki was just sitting here, acting as if he could fill the chasm his Variant had left behind. "Thor… I'm so sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for, Brother," Thor said, wiping the tears from his eyes. "We're finally together again."
Loki's heart constricted painfully. After a moment, he said, "Do you truly still claim me as your brother, knowing I'm not the Loki you lost? After all the destruction I wrought on Midgard? On Jotunheim?"
Thor turned toward him, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. "Of course I do, Loki. You will always be my brother. Nothing could ever change that." He glanced back toward the horizon, the smile slipping from his face. "After facing Thanos myself and witnessing your terror when you recognized his ship…" He trailed off, a dormant rage flitting over his features. "I can only imagine the horrors you went through under his command." Loki closed his eyes, resisting the memories threatening to resurface. Thor went on. "Thanos was after the Tesseract and sent you to Earth as his pawn. I no longer blame you for what happened in New York, I— I blame myself for letting you fall into that monster's clutches."
Loki's heart twisted painfully. "The events preceding that were hardly your fault."
Thor turned back to him. "Was I not the one that instigated war with Jotunheim? Got myself banished from Asgard? If I had been there for you—" his voice broke with emotion, "perhaps you would not have let go."
"Thor…" Loki sighed, "that decision had nothing to do with you. It was impulsive and brash, and no one's fault but my own, but—" He drew in a breath. "I was irrevocably upset with Father. At the time, I believed he saw me as no more than a political pawn."
Thor made to argue, but Loki held up a hand. "It was not my most sensible conclusion, but none of it was your fault. Hel, I was even the one that goaded you into attacking Jotunheim in the first place."
"You warned me against it—"
"I knew you wouldn't listen. I never planned for us to get past the Bifrost— but I was playing with fire. With all that happened afterward, that scheme was undoubtedly one of the worst decisions I've ever made." He snorted derisively. "Though I suppose if I hadn't made it, I would have ended up at the TVA all the sooner."
Thor was silent for a moment, processing. "The circumstances of how it all happened may have been awful," he began slowly, "but not everything your scheme led to was all bad. I gained humility on Earth, and Father and Mother finally got around to revealing the truth of your heritage."
Loki made a face. "If you call Father finding me panicked and turning blue in the weapons vault 'revealing the truth,' then yes, I suppose he did. Midway through that conversation, he ever so conveniently fell into the Odinsleep."
Thor grimaced in sympathy. "I cannot imagine."
"No, I suppose you can't," Loki sighed.
They were silent for a moment, letting it all sink in. "Before you died, before Thanos—" Thor took a steadying breath. "In your final words to me, you reclaimed yourself as an Odinson. I know you're not the man I lost, but even with less shared history between us, nothing changes the fact that you're my little brother." Loki met Thor's gaze, shining with emotion. "And that I'll always love you."
Suddenly, it was all too much. Loki couldn't control the tears flowing down his face as he braced his elbows on his knees. Thor's warm, steady hand rubbed comforting circles against his back.
It was a while before his shoulders stopped shaking.
"You know, I'm actually your older brother now," Loki said after a while, attempting to sound lighthearted. Thor raised his eyebrows skeptically. "I spent centuries attempting to fix the Temporal Loom before I learned it was a useless endeavor. It took me longer than I care to admit to realize I had to hold the timelines together for the Multiverse to survive. It was all quite poetic, really; Eternal servitude to repent for my sins. Or so I thought. But, uh— I've got at least two or three centuries on you now."
Thor just watched him solemnly, his piercing blue eyes missing nothing. "You don't need to sacrifice yourself to be a hero, Loki."
Loki looked away, willing the tears not to fall again. He took a shaking breath . Since when had Thor become so perceptive?
"I've had to mourn you more times and more often than any other. No sacrifice is worth losing you again I—" Thor's voice dropped to a rough whisper. "I don't think I could bear it."
Before Loki even realized what he was doing, he was pulling Thor into a hug. Immediately, Thor squeezed him back, firmly gripping the back of his neck. "I missed you so much," Loki whispered through his tears.
"You'll stay?" Thor murmured into his hair.
"As long as you'll have me, Brother."
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Left to their own devices to clean up what remained of lunch, Mobius and Sylvie settled into a comfortable rhythm. Clad in yellow rubber gloves, Sylvie carefully hand washed each dish before handing them off to Mobius to towel dry.
"I— I know this might seem out of the blue," Mobius began, "but, I'm really sorry for all those millennia I spent hunting you down." Sylvie turned to look at him, and he quickly clarified. "I don't expect you to ever forgive me—hell, I probably wouldn't—but I just… wanted you to know. You deserve to be happy, and— and you and Loki made the right call in freeing the timelines." He sighed heavily. "Even with all that happened afterward."
Sylvie set down the dish she'd been lathering and turned off the sink. "Thank you, Mobius, I appreciate it." She turned to face him. "You're a good man, you know that?"
Mobius looked down, shuffling his feet. "I'm not sure I'd go that far…"
"Well I'm not going to waste time arguing with you about it, but like I said yesterday, I'm sorry for keeping Loki's location from you." She looked out the window, lost in thought. "I was so caught up in finally having true freedom—so grateful for Loki's sacrifice, that it took me a while to see the bigger picture."
"We're all just doing the best we can to get by," Mobius said gently. They stood there in comfortable silence for a moment before Sylvie went back to washing the dishes.
"Ya know, in light of recent events, I might have to demote you to ' second favorite Loki,'" Mobius teased. "A certain God of Stories might not be too happy with me otherwise."
Sylvie threw her head back and laughed. Mobius didn't think he'd ever heard her sound so carefree. "As if I were ever truly in the running," she smirked, eyes twinkling.
After finishing the dishes, Mobius and Sylvie sank onto the couch. It was just the two of them since Love had slipped into her room with a book on Astrophysics once Thor and Loki left.
"Mobius?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm going to leave— once Loki and Thor get back."
Mobius sat up, turning to face her fully. "Really? Why?"
"I'm really happy with the life I've built, and now that Loki is free, I— I've done what I set out to do."
"Can I at least convince you to stay for dinner? It'd be a nice send-off. And Thor loves a good party."
Sylvie looked hesitant for a moment, but eventually conceded with a small smile. "Alright. One more night."
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The sun dipped toward the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant hues of pink and orange. On the front porch of the cottage, Mobius's fingers carded through Loki's ebony curls. He didn't know how the God had wound up with his head resting in his lap, but he'd be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it.
"You know, I was right about you all along," Mobius smirked. "You really are just a little pussycat."
Loki huffed indignantly  "I'll have you know that I'm a prince , Agent Mobius, and I will not tolerate this abased slander." Despite his words, he made no effort to move away.
"Whatever you say, Your Highness," Mobius chuckled.
As their banter subsided, Mobius's mind couldn't help but wander back to the night before. Although he couldn't fathom how Loki could ever want someone like him, the hours they'd spent under the aurora had done wonders to ease his anxieties. Despite this, there was one more thing nagging at the back of his consciousness. He knew it would sound ridiculous and irrational to voice it out loud, but he wanted to clear the air, and hopefully ease his mind.
"I'm not gonna lie Loki, I didn't expect this turn of events." Loki tilted his head up, giving Mobius his full attention. "This might sound kinda dumb, but I coulda sworn you were head over heels for Sylvie."
Loki hummed in acknowledgment, gently stroking Mobius's knee as he seemed to gather his thoughts. "Perhaps at one point I was, but for me, that was all centuries ago. She never felt the same, so those feelings didn’t last.” He huffed humorlessly. "She kicked me through a Time Door, remember? She was set on killing He Who Remains, and I wanted us to consider the consequences. I tried appealing to her emotions, and in turn, she manipulated mine." He looked up at Mobius. "I'll always care about her, but I assure you, I harbor no romantic feelings." His eyes sparkled, "Except, of course, the ones I have for you." Loki reached up and tucked a strand of Mobius's hair behind his ear. Mobius's heart stuttered in his chest.
"And how long have those been around," Mobius teased, before realizing it was a somewhat vulnerable question.
Loki rolled his eyes before they softened. "Unwittingly? It’s hard to say. I’ve been drawn to you ever since you told me you’d seen my entire life and didn't consider me a villain." Mobius raised his eyebrows incredulously. To his delight, a light blush began coloring Loki’s cheeks. "But knowingly? Since my 134th attempt at fixing the Loom."
"134th huh?" Mobius laughed. "And why's that?" Embarrassingly enough, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy toward the version of himself that had been there. Which is ridiculous, he chided himself. That Mobius had been wiped away in a Temporal Meltdown.
Loki looked a little bashful. "I was, er, having a rough moment, and you just… made me feel safe. It sort of all just clicked into place."
Mobius couldn't help but squeeze Loki a little tighter. He leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Keep saying things like that, sweetheart, and I'll never let you go."
Loki flushed even more, but Mobius caught a glint of mischief in his eye before he pushed himself up, positioning his lips centimeters away from Mobius's.
"Then don't."
A thrill raced up Mobius's spine. He pulled Loki into a deep, possessive kiss.
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By the time the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, Loki had made his way into Mobius's lap, chin resting atop his head. After a few minutes of quiet embrace, Loki pulled back, looking a bit concerned.
"Earlier, I told Thor that I'd stay here with him. I never asked you if you'd want to go back to your life in Cleveland. I wouldn't be selfish enough to presume you'd want to uproot the entire life you've built to stay here in Norway with us, but—"
Mobius placed a finger against his lips. "If I'm welcome here, I'd be more than happy to stay." He let out a derisive huff. "The so-called 'life' I built? That was just me trying to keep myself distracted from your absence."
Loki gave him a bittersweet smile and squeezed his hand tighter. "Well, I can't imagine my brother having any objections."
Mobius smiled back, brushing a stray curl behind Loki's ear. "Earlier, Sylvie told me that she's gonna go back to her timeline. I convinced her to stay for dinner."
Loki hummed in acknowledgment. "I can't say I'm surprised. She's been uprooted too many times to leave it all behind again."
"I'm glad she's finally found some peace." Mobius sighed. Suddenly, he noticed two approaching figures in the distance. Loki took note of his distraction and followed his gaze. Thor was walking toward the cottage with a fierce-looking woman with long flowing micro braids—the King of Asgard herself.
"Well, looks like my brother brought a dinner guest," Loki observed, elegantly rising off Mobius's lap and offering a hand. "Shall we go greet them?"
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Notes:
Hey everyone! I'm so sorry this chapter took so long to get out. Life got quite busy this past month, and I wanted to make sure I took the time to do Thor and Loki's conversation justice. They have quite a lot of baggage to unpack.
I'm currently working on a oneshot prequel about when Loki realized the true nature of his feelings for Mobius (during his 134th attempt at fixing the Loom). When it's posted, you'll be able to find it on the 'Relinquish Your Burden' Masterlist :)
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nostalgia-tblr · 17 days
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Finally finished that one Thor fic I've been writing since forever ago. The one with the arranged marriage and his brother's plan to get him out of it and I feel I don't need to add any details to that sentence for you to realise this isn't going to end well. The Mature rating is mostly for swearing and 'Crude Sexual Imagery' and I've marked the category as Gen because that seemed like the best fit out of the available options. There is a wee bit of m/f stuff in it (because of the arranged marriage) but that's not the focus. The focus is THOR'S DEEP INNER PAIN and whether or not he should trust his brother. (GO ON, GUESS WHAT THE ANSWER TO THAT IS.)
Title: The Marriage Game (AO3) Fandom: Thor (Movies) Rating: Mature Pairing/Characters: Thor & Loki Wordcount: ~5300 Additional Tags: Thor Angst (Marvel), Arranged Marriage, Thor is Not Stupid (Marvel), he might be a bit too trusting though, Warning: Loki (Marvel), Siblings, Trust & Other Related Mistakes, Pre-Movie: Thor (2011), Thor Is A Good Bro (oh no!) Summary/Snippet: Thor is no fool but his wits have never once brought him pride simply because he has always known that his brother’s are quicker, that whatever mad scheme Loki concocts on a moment’s notice is certain to be more subtle and more effective than Thor’s own efforts would prove to be.
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indelen · 30 days
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Borrowed Time - Chapter 24
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Chapter 24 - Too Many Questions
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        “This is the only delivery my contact will be able to make for some time,” he warned, his voice suddenly as tired as the rest of him.
        Eir nodded as if she knew exactly why. Then again she was there when Vanlandi spoke of Amora’s ransacked jail cell and she was not a fool so maybe she did. 
“I have other contacts,” continued Loki, “but none as reliable as this one was. Do stress to your aides the importance of reading twice before doing once. I can’t promise a fast turn around on supplies from now on”
“Understandable. How is your back?”
“In pain. How is Jarl’s potion?”
“Simmering”
“Who among us isn’t?” shrugged Loki and added, “I have one question for you, not strictly a medical one.”
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woulddieforloki · 1 year
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currently obsessing over the idea of Thor and Loki reuniting sometime long after The Dark World (possibly during Ragnarok but that movie doesn't really fit the vibe so probably not) and Thor being pissed that Loki didn't tell him he was alive and obviously they get into an argument about that and finally Loki just cuts him off by yelling, "You didn't even come back for me!" and Thor's like ??? and Loki's like, "I waited for you! I waited for hours and you never came back for me. I sacrificed myself for you, and you left my body in Svartalfheim. You can't blame me for not seeking you out when you abandoned me first!"
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acasualcrossfade · 1 year
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Whumpril Day 11: Bedside Vigil
Watching Over You
Written for @whumpril Day 11 Nightmares | Bedside Vigil | “I’m right here.”
Marvel, Thor and Loki
Words: 526
Loki is badly hurt and exhausted after his time on Sakaar. Thor watches over him as he rests.
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The sound of the opening door shook Thor from his half-asleep doze. 
The early light of the morning was just beginning to paint Loki’s room walls. Thor pushed himself upright in the small plastic chair he’d set up next to his brother’s bed. His back whined as he stretched, and Thor did his best to rub the sleep from his eyes.
Loki slept fitfully on his side, his bandaged wrists peeking out from under the covers. He knew there were more wrapped around his torso and ankles. His mind recalled the words the doctor had said. 
Most of his injuries were from repetitive motions. He was probably bound or in chains.
Thor knew his brother well enough to know that if it was anything he’d never stop fighting for, was his freedom.
And this time, it almost killed him.
He’d never seen Loki with anything more than a few cuts and bruises, but even those faded quickly. His seidr healed him or he’d try and cover it with a glamor. Thor learned that with Loki’s seidr exhausted and also recovering, his healing was slowed. The sound of Loki’s breathing was the only sound in the room. It was hitched and uneven, but Thor was grateful his brother could breathe on his own. 
“Just here to change his dressings,” the nurse said easily. He rolled in a tray filled with bandages and solutions.  
Thor fought the urge to retort; wasn’t his brother exhausted? Didn’t he need the rest?
He tried to remind himself that these nurses were the ones that had helped when they first touched down on New Asgard. And, they had volunteered to watch over Loki from the comfort of their home. 
Still, Thor’s chest tightened as Loki jerked awake at the nurse’s touch and at the way Loki’s eyes slid open. Loki’s dull green eyes exhaustedly tried to make sense of his surroundings and were searching, searching, until they caught sight of Thor. He steadily stared at Thor as he tried to speak. 
The sight made Thor reflexively tighten his grip around his hammer. Whatever had happened to Loki on Sakaar, he wanted someone to pay for it. “I’m here.” His voice was hoarse, but Loki’s eyes never left him.
Etches of pain and anguish lined Loki’s face as the nurse carefully redressed his wounds. Thor was by his side the entire time, speaking soft words and telling Loki stories of when they were younger. The stories told in his hushed voice kept Loki distracted and calm, and when the nurse nodded that he’d finished, Thor continued as he lay Loki on the bed.
And when Loki was laid on his other side, his fresh bandages stark white against the cream of his blanket, Loki slipped into sleep easily, and when his breaths deepened, Thor pulled the blanket up to his brother’s ear. Thor took residence in the plastic chair again. 
The sun continued to move around the room, painting sunshine and shadows over Loki’s bed as the day moved on.  And Thor kept watch as Loki slept, one hand loosely wrapped around his hammer, ready to protect his brother from anything. 
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babygirlthor · 1 year
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delyth88 · 8 months
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Fic rec time!
In Time by @whatyoufish4
I stumbled across this fic the other day and am now recovering from the chapter I've just finished reading (in a good way!).
It's set after Ragnarok and Thor and Loki have made a side trip on the way to Earth. It's really inventive and well written and I love the characterisation of the brothers. It also has an emotional punch.
I'm only part of the way through but I can't wait to read the rest of it. :)
Author's summary:
“There’s something wrong with your brother,” said the Valkyrie.
Thor felt a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’ve only just noticed?”
After the horrors and losses of Ragnarok, a quick pit stop to the galaxy's foremost planet of magic-users seems like the makings of a perfect holiday -- for one Odinson, in particular.
So it's to everyone's surprise when events quickly unfold into an untimely arrest, a trial, and a bargain desperately struck. It's a bargain that will mean going back to places (and times) best left unexplored ... and prices that may be too big to pay.
And the clock is counting down ...
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askatrigenderlgbt · 12 days
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{Marvel Prompts}
Prompt: Loki has become an avenger, but now is struggling to fit in and belong in the team. Loki has difficulty with his emotions and social interactions, from lack of proper friendships and social connection and from never learning how to handle his emotions in the first place- at least not properly anyway...
Loki is dealing with undiagnosed ADHD and has severe social anxiety as well, along with a lot of trauma to add to the pot.
Thor, being the big brother, finds help for his brother as he can't help Loki by himself. Thor recognized he doesn't have the tools or knowledge needed to help Loki. Tony and Clint potentially do, both having similar issues with Loki, but not to his degree or exact symptoms. Thor believes that Tony and Clint can help Loki fit in because they know what it's like to struggle mentally and emotionally.
{And the three help Loki get properly diagnosed by professionals for his ADHD, of course.}
Loki gets a bit better, feeling more like he belongs. That he isn't broken or defective. Loki feels like a true person for the first time in years.
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november-rayne · 9 months
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Chapter Eight: Doubt
A/N: Loki is in new territory: self-doubt. Thor tries to talk some sense into him. Then he gets an unexpected visitor.
Word Count: 2700
Rating: Explicit for sex, dubious consent
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+
*Minors DNI*
Tags: Thor being the big brother Loki needs, DUB/CON
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Thor was waiting for him in his rooms when he returned. “I see your head is still attached to your shoulders. Mother always did take it easier on you.” He smiled widely and motioned for Loki to join him at his dining room table. Loki sat opposite him and kicked off his boots. “I took the liberty of sending for a snack to tide us over until dinner.” He lifted the lid on the tray to reveal two bowls of steaming stew and a freshly baked loaf of bread.
“This is just what I need. Thank you.” Loki pulled off his tunic and threw it onto the back of the sofa. “Damn that thing to Hel,” he said while rubbing the back of his neck.
Thor chuckled. “Serves you right for not making yourself available to the tailor.” Thor ripped off a chunk of bread and dunked it in the stew.
“I know.” Loki sipped stew from his spoon. “Thank you again for taking care of everything while I was gone.”
Thor waved his hand in dismissal and set into his food again. After a few quiet moments, he said, “You had me worried when you did not return after a couple of weeks.”
Loki exhaled slowly, “I stopped keeping track of the days. I was acting selfishly, childishly. I have always been hedonistic, but this, this was a whole other level.”
“How much trouble are you in with Mother?”
“Heaps.” Loki shivered as he buttered his bread.
“You look relatively unscathed, so it could not have been too bad.” Loki squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “What? What is it?”
“Trust me; you do not want to know.”
“I do. Please, what did she say?”
“Just remember that you asked for it.” Loki shook his head again and set his bread down. “Mother let it be known that she and Father are still having sex.”
“Ahh, Norns! Still? They are ancient! That is a horrible image!” Thor dropped his spoon unceremoniously into his bowl and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. “Why…Why would that even come up in a conversation?”
“Oh, it gets worse. Apparently, Father is very good at it, ‘amazing’ was the term she used.”
Thor scoffed, “I am sorry I pressed you on the matter. That is an image I wish I could burn from my mind. Again, why?”
“She asked me not to bed Lady Sigyn and try to get to know her. She has it in her mind that this is a fairytale match. She was prattling on about love and how it makes the sex so much more worthwhile. Or something along those lines. I stopped listening after she mentioned being unable to keep her hands off Father.” Loki shuddered.
Thor was quiet, staring at his half-empty bowl of stew. He said, “Lady Sigyn is a unique beauty. I do not know if even I could have made that promise, Brother.” Loki froze, his spoon half raised to his mouth.
“What are you saying, Brother?” He could not hide the suspicion in his voice. The thought of Thor seducing Sigyn was enough to blur his vision.
“Oh, nothing! Sorry, Brother. I was just thinking out loud. I am surprised you agreed to Mother’s request, given your… appetites.”
“Yes, well…I suppose the least I could do is not ruin the poor girl for all other men before I bid her farewell.”
“Farewell? What do you mean?”
“Mother’s bargain: I keep my cock to myself, and at the end of one month, if I am not in love,” Loki scrunched up his face as he said the last word, “I can send the Andersons packing back to their lands. I get to resume the life I love and dodge the marriage.”
Thor was stunned. “You cannot be serious?” Loki finished his stew and sat back in his chair, waiting for Thor to continue. “Father would never let you back out of a betrothal. There is a signed contract. He would lose favor with the Lords in the North and most in the rest of the realm. There would be distrust of the Crown. It would be political suicide.”
“It would serve him right! I never asked to be betrothed! I never agreed to any of this! I will humor Mother by courting this girl, but I will not marry her.”
“Then you are a fool! Father is the KING! He does not need your permission to make choices for the good of the realm. You may be a prince, but you are still a citizen of Asgard. The King has your interests at heart just as he has everyone's. Lady Sigyn is the loveliest woman to have ever drawn breath in all the Nine! Father has given you a precious gift, and you would toss her away like she is nothing? You do not deserve her!”
“You think I don’t know that?!” Loki stood and walked over to the fire. “She would never choose me. You, maybe. But why would she want me? She should be the future Queen.” He ran his hand over his face. “You said it yourself; I am an incorrigible rogue. Why would she marry me if she had a choice in the matter? She does deserve better. I am doing her a favor by not marrying her.”
Thor dropped his head into his hands. “So that’s what this is about?” He stood and walked over to his brother. “You are a prince. You are charming. You are handsome… usually.” Loki scoffed. “You have the capacity to love.” He rested his hand on Loki’s shoulder. “If you are half as loving as a husband as you are a little brother, Sigyn will be the luckiest woman in the realm.”
“I wish I was as certain as you.”
“Where is this coming from, Loki? You are the most confident person I know.”
“This is different. She is different. I cannot explain why. I was with her for all of five minutes, and I am completely infatuated. The thought of her rejecting me is gut-wrenching. The thought of her belonging to another man makes my blood boil. I want her to be mine so badly. Not just because our parents want us to be; I want her to choose me. But why would she? I cannot indulge in the daydream of her as my wife, the mother of my children.” Loki’s breath hitched as the image of her belly swollen with his child flashed in his mind.
“I do not think I could survive the rejection, so I do not want even to try.”
“Loki, give her a chance. You are not giving yourself enough credit. You are a very clever political strategist. Father even says so. Your magic will rival Mother’s someday. There is no one else I would want by my side on the battlefield. You are smart and the funniest man I know. She would be a fool not to fall in love with you. You promised Mother you would give this a fair go. It is the right thing to do.”
“Since when do I do the right thing? Hmmm?”  Loki shook his head and ran his hands down his face. “This is all happening so fast.  I cannot even think straight.”
“Loki, look at me.” Thor placed both of his hands on Loki’s shoulders. “You are not only my little brother but you are also my best friend. You would never want anyone to know this, but you are kind and gentle. Sure, you thrive on mischief and chaos, but you would never be cruel. You are a good man.”
Loki looked at Thor thoughtfully for a moment. “Damn, Thor, you aren’t going to kiss me, are you?”
“Ha! You wish!” Thor crossed his arms over his chest. “I meant what I said; you are a pretty great man when you are not being a little twat.”
Loki laughed and raked his hands over his face again. He was feeling a little better after eating and drinking the potion, but he still felt dead on his feet.
“Go lay down. Get some sleep. You can think on this more once you are rested.” Thor led Loki toward his bedroom.
“I am feeling a bit sleepy.  Mother’s hangover remedy must be taking effect.” He pulled the covers back and slid to the middle of his bed.
“I will show myself out. See you at dinner.”  Thor paused to look at his brother before he closed the bedroom door.  Loki was already dosing off; his pallor looked like it was starting to return to normal.
“Thor?” Loki asked sleepily.
“Yes, Brother?”
“Thank you for saying all those nice things. And you know, all the other stuff.”
Thor smiled and shook his head. “You are welcome. Now get some beauty sleep, jackass. You need it desperately.”
“Screw you, arsehole.”
Thor laughed. ‘I hope I got through to him,’ he thought as he returned to his rooms.
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“Mmmm…. Mmmm,” Loki bucked his hips involuntarily in his sleep. He was having a very vivid dream. “Oh… oh, mmmm…” He gripped his bed sheets with both hands and rocked his pelvis skyward again.
He felt a warm, wet tongue slide up his shaft. “Fuck…” The dream mouth swallowed his cock with a moan. Soft, warm hands slid up his thighs, circled the base of him, and began pumping.
“Fuuuuck.” He felt like he would float of the bed if he let go of the sheets. ‘I hope I never wake from this dream,’
The mouth continued its noble work on his cock without relenting. A deft hand steadily pumped the base, and another occupied his balls. His arms raised above his head, and he gripped the headboard with both hands. “Oh, fuck…” Loki bucked his hips wildly as his orgasm exploded from his body.
He was breathing raggedly, coming down from his ecstasy, as he timidly peeked one eye open. The light from the sun was low in the sky. ‘Dusk,’ he realized.
He closed his eyes again. He was trying to slow his breathing and get his bearings when he felt a tongue licking him clean, fingernails lightly digging into his ass cheeks.
‘Wait….’ Loki thought, I’m not dreaming.”  His eyes shot open wide, and he saw the top of a brunette head located over his hips.
“Sigyn?” he rasped.
“Sigyn!?” Sera’s head shot up, and she glared at him.
“Sera!” Loki pulled his trousers back over his hips and scrambled to a seated position. “What the Hel are you doing here?”
“Was that not obvious, Your Highness?” she asked, raising one eyebrow at him.
Loki scrambled off the bed. His legs almost gave out as he went to the bedroom door. He was still recovering from the shock and, if he was honest with himself, one of the best orgasms he had ever experienced. Sera let out a pleased little giggle as she made her way up the bed to occupy the warm sheets he just vacated. She was gloriously naked; her hair was untied and flowing around her. She hastily pulled the bed sheet up to cover her bottom half but left her breasts on display, “Come back to bed, silly.”
“You… you cannot be here.” Loki swallowed hard. “How did you get in here? You were dismissed.” He found her dress discarded on the floor and retrieved it.
Sera pouted, “I missed you. You were gone for so long. I thought you would be happy to see me.” She patted the bed beside her. “Come, I’m not finished with you yet.” She smiled wickedly at him and pulled the sheet away from her shapely legs before spreading them for him.
Loki was frozen in place. Angry at her boldness but also wildly turned on. His gaze lingered briefly on the smooth skin of her shin and trailed up to the soft thigh. His mouth watered at the sight of her soft pink cunt, warm and ready for him.
‘So bold…’ he gripped her dress with tight fists, ‘Just a little taste, then send her on her way…’
He took a step toward the bed.
“Yes, come to me. Let me show you how much I missed you.” She held her arms out wide to him.
He groaned, “I can’t.”
“You can. You are the Prince. You can do whatever you want.” She gave him another wicked grin. “You can do whatever you want to me if you’d like.” She rolled onto her stomach and looked at him over her shoulder. "I feel so empty. I need you to make me full." She canted her hips as shook her as at him
Loki’s jaw clenched as he took in the sight of the perfect curve of her ass. So tempting.
‘No…do not do this…’ The memory of Sigyn’s smile in the sunshine flashed in his mind. ‘No!’
“Get dressed!” He threw her clothes at her.
“What!?” She could not believe what she was hearing. She climbed off the bed, ignoring her clothes and hugging the sheet to her chest.
“Get dressed and leave the way you came. I would punish you for being so presumptuous, but I know you would enjoy that.” Loki peeked into the sitting room. Thankfully it was empty. “Get out before someone finds you here.”
“Why are you doing this? Is this because of her? Because of Sigyn? That whore!”
“She is a Lady of noble birth! She is my fiancé! You will remember yourself in front of your Prince!”
“She will never love you as I do!  She will never fuck you like I do! She cannot take care of you the way I can!” She sank to her knees on the rug. Tears streaked down her lovely face. “Marry her if you must, but please do not cast me aside.”
“Sera, pull yourself together.” Loki kneeled beside her and wiped her tears with his thumb. “You do not truly love me. We have never even had a real conversation. I paid you for your company. Look, you are a lovely girl. You will make some lucky man a wonderful wife someday. I will always remember you fondly, but this will be the last time we see each other.” Sera’s breath caught in her throat, and she shook her head. “I always told you not to get attached to me. I meant those words.” He helped her to her feet.
“But I’m… I’m…” She shook her head again and wilted in his arms. A wash of anguish clouded her face, “I’m all alone. I need you. I...I can’t live without you.” She tried to wrap her arms around him.
Loki gently deflected her, “Put your clothes back on, sweetheart,” he spoke softly and turned his back to her so she could slip back into her dress.
She whimpered and cried as she tied her sash, “Please, My Prince? Please reconsider. I will be good to you. I will do whatever you ask of me. You know I will.”
“Shhhh. Hush now.” Loki was trying to be patient with the poor thing. He needed to get her out of there. “You must put me out of your mind. It is for the best.”
“My Prince, please? I have no one. I have nothing. Please?” Her tears started pouring again. Loki opened the front door of his apartment and peeked out into the hall. The usual two guards were outside his chamber, but luckily the hallway was empty. “Please? No, please!”
“Farewell Sera.” Loki passed her off to one of the guards and gave him a nod.
The guard nodded back and took her by the elbow. “Come with me, miss.”
Loki watched as the maid was led down the hall and out of sight. The second guard bowed as Loki approached. “The maid, Sera, is no longer in my employ. Do not let her through these doors again.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Loki leaned against the door after he was back inside his apartment. He took a few deep breaths and then looked down to where his cock was in his trousers, “This was all your fault,” he told it.
A/N: I put a dub/con tag on this chapter. Technically, Loki was sexually assaulted in his sleep. However, while Sera was employed by Loki, this was a common (and encouraged) way for her to wake him.
I do not condone SA in any form. This is a work of fiction, not to be used as a how-to guide for getting back into the good graces of your former employer.
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iamanartichoke · 1 year
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Don't mind me, I'm just gonna re-post some of my old fic, bc I've recently been skimming some of it and yesterday I actually gave this particular fic the time and attention-span to re-read it carefully and, yknow what, this is some good fucking fic. If I do say so myself. Sooo ... yeah.
Edit: I wasn't ready to post this yet but it posted as soon as I inserted the link, so. Brief summary - Endgame!Thor seeks out Loki's body in order to give him a funeral, and is shocked by what he finds.
TW: suicidal ideation, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, depression, alcoholism, death, internalized fatphobia, questionable jotun biology, thor crying a lot, the author is seeking validation.
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worstloki · 1 year
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so once one of the marvel comfort accounts on twitter posted that Tom Chris dark world bts where Loki is resting his head on Thor's shoulder and the antis in the comments were like "Don't let Thorkis see this" lol fear of thorki is some REAL shit
Fellas is it sus to be brothers and physically affectionate to each other as men
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