fic - all the world to ruin [thor/loki]
I told you I was writing fic. I had to get my feelings out in a drabble before I could even think about doing any epic ficcage. le sigh.
warnings for dub-con and spoilers
fic - primrose [thor/loki]
written for darling luccellino who asked for thorloki with some floriography, ie - language of the flowers, which you can find more info on here, if you like. the title, primrose, means eternal love in flower language. I hope you enjoy, leslie! ♥
There’s a flower outside his door one morning. A single flower, a purple Lilac, lying on the floor for Loki to find. Someone has left it there for him to find – it’s too obviously placed, just a few feet from his chamber door. Loki looks up and down the hallway but sees no one, wasn’t expecting to find anyone there anyway. Whoever left the flower must have done it sometime during the night. Loki picks it up from the stone floor, examines it. It’s just a flower, picked right at its peak, nothing more.
He’s in the corner, not waiting, not brooding, just standing. Tall, thin, draped in the finest leather, metal and gold. Mother insisted on the gold piece to keep his hair from covering his face, but Loki thinks it looks more like a woman’s headband. He won’t deny it makes him look beautiful, shows off the dangerous edges of his cheekbones.
No one has asked him to dance. Loki doesn’t mind.
It’s a celebration, the whole hall decorated in gold and jewels, bright torch light illuminating everything. The Summer Solstice. And then there’s Thor - brighter than everything else in the room - cheeks flushed with mead, the red of his cape beautiful and distracting. He’s danced with just about every woman at the festival, his stupid easy smile. Loki sneers and watches the floor, his shadow cast against the stone. He feels out of place.
“Brother, moping in the shadows again?”
Loki grins. “Observing,” he says.
Thor’s eyes are glassy and wide. His breath is sweet with mead, it warms Loki’s face as he looks up at his brother.
“Midsummer is not a time for observation,” Thor says. He extends his arms. “It’s a time for celebration.”
Loki tilts his head.
“I prefer a quieter approach.”
“Nonsense,” Thor says. “Dance with me, Loki.”
Loki laughs softly, but it is harsh around the edges, bitter. But not jealous, never jealous.
“You’ll notice I’m no maiden,” he says.
“I have noticed,” Thor says. “As I’m sure you’ve noticed everyone staring at you all evening. You look very beautiful tonight, Loki.”
Loki looks out past Thor’s shoulder, watches the bodies of people moving together. He doubts that’s the reason they’ve been watching. His fingers itch at his side.
“You’re drunk,” he says.
“Yes,” Thor says.
Says, “Brother, dance with me. Please.”
Loki focuses back on Thor, on the foolish and innocent look of his eyes. He bites his lip to keep his grin in check, but it won’t stop, tugging at the edges of it.
“Ask properly,” he says.
Thor doesn’t miss a beat. He reaches out and takes Loki’s hand in his own, the tips of his fingers lightly stained with meat and fruit juice. He bends just enough, bringing Loki’s hand to his lips and kissing it, eyes fluttering closed.
“May I have this dance,” Thor says. He opens his eyes. “Brother.”
“Well,” Loki says, like he’s considering a different answer. Then finally, “Alright.”
Thor pulls him from the corner, further out and then further still, until they’re in the middle of the hall, two bodies, surrounded by many more. They dance, keep dancing, until it seems as though they’re the only two there at all.
fic - caught [thor/loki]
just a flimsy excuse to write porn, to be quite honest.
I apologize for nothing.
warnings for possible dub-con and rimming. also angst. always angst.—-
Of course Thor catches him.
He’s waiting for him.
Loki teleports in, feet barely materialized against the carpet and then Thor is up, strong hands around him, pulling him down. He whispers something, something Loki can’t hear, but he can feel the way the room changes suddenly. Something is different.
fic - untitled [Thor/Loki]
written for westishere who asked for: some sweet classy Thorki AU at a high-class function/ball with some romantic jazz background music (as a couple or not knowing each other). I’m sorry I don’t actually know what this is lol and also sorry it took me so f’ing long.
Loki notices him staring early on the evening. It’s hard not to – he’s not subtle about it all. He’s Loki’s age, maybe a bit older, dressed in a black tux, bowtie crooked. Long blonde hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. He keeps staring, and Loki can’t figure out why. It makes Loki feel exposed and hot. He takes a long sip of wine to avoid accidentally looking. It’s been hours, and he’s still watching him as though Loki is something to be watched. Eventually, Loki snarls at him from across the room, lips curled.
