fic - all the world to ruin [thor/loki]
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.
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.