to make you mine [ thorki - nsfw - 2k ]
[ hi! so, i told myself i wasn’t going to write any sequels for any of my 100 lifetimes ficlets…but, i’m weak for younger!thor and older!loki…and well, yeah, this happened. you can read the couch incident here first, if you’d like. also a shoutout to @spacehussy for being so thirsty that it fueled me to write this. :’) ]
ao3 link nsfw / thorki / human au / underage
As bad as Loki wanted, there hadn’t been a repeat of the night on the couch. That’s not to say he didn’t think about it often, because he did, even in inopportune times.
For instance: Sitting at his office desk, he looked down and his brain immediately produced the memories of Thor’s golden head bobbing up and down on his cock, writhing under his touch. Loki had to cross his legs and hope that his spreadsheets tempered down the inappropriate interest stirring in his pants.
When Jord wrapped her arms around him at night, pressing herself into his back, he lay motionless. Thor was the only thing he could think about. A sinking feeling in his chest told him all he needed to know— he was fucked.
That was why he couldn’t give in. That was why they needed to stop.