30 Day OTP Challenge

Day 6: Wearing each other’s clothes

Playing truth or dare with the Avengers. Thor and Loki had to wear each others’ clothes (proposed by Tony). The two of them went into Tony’s changing room.

It smelt like Loki. It felt like Loki was all over him – touching the nape of his neck, enveloping his arms, caressing his thighs… playfully pressing against his crotch. Suffocating him.

‘What is it, Thor? You don’t seem very comfortable.’ His brother, finished dressing, turned to look at him. 'Is it too tight?’

’…A bit,’ Thor replied.

'Just tell them it doesn’t fit.’

'And be the laughing stock?’

'Thor…’ Loki’s eyes widened as he saw the uncomfortable lump between Thor’s legs. 'You’re going to be the laughing stock anyway if you walk out like this.’

Thor flushed and tried to avoid Loki’s eyes. 'I couldn’t help it.’

Loki found himself walking towards Thor. His hand, as if having a mind of its own,  gently reached out and stroked the burning bulge between Thor’s legs. Part of him was disgusted at how he found his own brother, squirming in his own clothes, irresistible.

Thor’s pants seemed to grow tighter every passing second. He moaned in discomfort and grabbed Loki’s hand, signaling him to move faster.

'Guys, you’re taking so long! Everything alright in there?’ Tony’s voice echoed from outside.

'Y-yes! We’re almost done!’ Thor replied shakily.

’…They’re going to hear you,’ Loki breathed, and without a second thought, he muffled Thor’s groans with his lips, while his hands slipped into Thor’s pants, taking out his erect organ.

'Loki… your clothes. They’re going to get dirty.’

Loki grinned. ’…Now we don’t want that, do we?’

He knelt down.

thorki secret santa exchange 2018 — written for @summertudinal

[ read on ao3 ] tags for non-con, somnophilia

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i didn’t realize how nervous i would be writing for someone else. i was lucky to have excellent, thought-out prompts given to me. i really i hope i did your amazing idea justice. happy holidays. :’) <3

1OO lifetimes -- O5. sirens

[ rent boy loki / this one got really long, so it will need to be continued on ao3. tag ]

The hotel was nicer than what he was used to. The walls were gilded, ornamented with delicate filigree, and the floors were a smooth, white marble. A single square foot of the place probably costed more than Loki’s entire flat.

Stark really pulled through for him.

The receptionist stopped her insistent clicking as he sauntered up to the front desk, leaning on it in the most informal manner. She looked up over her rimmed glasses, giving him a disapproving once-over. He knew how he looked— he didn’t care. She’d probably seen enough rent boys slink through the halls.

“Can I help you?”                                    

“The time?” Loki said with a false-sweetness and shark-like smile.

She frowned just before she lips pulled back into a tight line. “Five until eight.” Loki tapped his black-varnished nails along the wood of the desk— probably mahogany, or something equally pompous. She narrowed her eyes at the annoying clatter. “Do you have a reservation?”

“No, just meeting someone,” Loki said with a bored sigh. He adjusted his fur jacket— the black one, that swallowed his slender frame— with a sniff of his nose and jut of his chin. “Thank you.”

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According to Stark—this guy was loaded. It was already apparent that he wasn’t exaggerating— some son of a CEO, who must be busted or deranged if he was this rich and still paying for sex. Most were content on taking him to a bed-bug ridden motel off the side of the road, and even more often than that, they were fine with a quick fuck in the back of a car.

There was a time where the job made him feel empty— but he soon realized that emptiness was pre-programmed inside of him. Sex didn’t fill the hole, drugs didn’t either, alcohol, nothing. It was a consistent ache for something he couldn’t put a name to. If he was destined for misery, he might as well have a chunk of change in his pocket too.

Loki took the elevator to the fifty-fifth floor. His foot tapped anxiously, a sporadic rhythm that gave away his nerves. It was always like that with new clients; there were some sick people in the world, and even Loki had his limits.

Oh well, if he wanted to rough him up, it’d cost extra.

Outside the door, Loki physically and mentally prepared himself. He let the tension in his shoulders dissipate, giving the illusion he was relaxed, and ran his fingers through his hair, tucking black curls behind his ears. Mentally, he emptied his mind— pulled his work persona from that dark place in his heart.

Two sharp knocks, as requested.

Three things happened when the door opened: Loki’s breath was taken away, like a goddamn storybook. A spark of something— something that felt like a recognition. And, in a rare occurrence, his cock twitched in curiosity for what was to come.

Loki regained his composure. “Hello,” he purred, in what he sincerely hoped was seductive.

There was a red alarm firing off in the back of his mind, but he ignored it with expert precision.

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1OO lifetimes -- 66. trade

He wasn’t supposed to wander into the depths, it was an unspoken rule of Asgard. Being Crown Prince of the underwater kingdom, Thor was obligated to obey those rules.

Alas, he was young, spirited, and in love. Under these circumstances, the rules hardly mattered to him. So, he swam deeper than any Asgardian before him. His powerful red tail propelling him to darker, colder waters.

It was in a cavern that he found who he was looking for. Loki, the sea-witch. Tales in Asgard painted him to be a heinous beast, not unlike the creatures that dwelled on the very bottom of the ocean floor— terrifying with numerous teeth too big for his mouth, and big bulging eyes incapable of sight. Yet, the creature before him was anything but. The bioluminescent algae made the cave glow blue, lighting up the sea-witch like a King in his own right.

Beautiful.

Loki dropped from his perch; eight, powerful, black tentacles spreading to make the motion graceful and delicate, much like the rest of him. His hair, dark like his many appendages, spread out around him like an ominous halo. He approached Thor like a predator to prey.

Thor swallowed, out of his element. He didn’t move when a clawed hand reached up to smooth at his cheek.

“Odinson, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Loki purred, swiping his hand away and retreating.

Thor felt a tickle at his tailfin and looked to see one of Loki’s tentacle arms wrapping around it— he wiggled out of its grasp and Loki threw his head back in a fit of laughter.

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Thor is all about “mine”, possession. Afraid of Loki’s independent nature, his tendency of sorting things out by himself, Thor has to make sure his brother remembers who he belongs to: neck grabbing, handling him, chains with his name all over it, marking him, showing him around like his most precious possession, brother, my brother, saying his name, just, “mine”.

Loki is about “need me”. Thor has everything, he’s got thunder in his hands, lightning in his eyes, friends, special weapons that only he can lift, he’s got the love of everyone before they even meet him. Loki spent his life feeling replaceable, so he must feel needed: say you need me, mourn me, cry for me, say you’re nothing without me, say that losing me would shatter you. Need me.

100 Lifetimes - 45. Kingdom

Whenever a storm brewed over the mountain, the oracles always looked on with worry. A storm in this place would not just bring rains and winds; here, in the mountains at the center of the world, where magical energy was rampant, a storm could be a magical one which carried things away to other places - or brought things from other worlds to this one.

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Symbiosis

Happy Halloween! Here’s the spookyfic I wrote the other day, after seeing (and loving) Venom. Idek how to explain this AU except that it’s not MCU; it is instead Thor and Loki in our world.

No major warnings, but some weird porn within. Not gonna say more than that.

Also, thank you to @schaudwen for taking a first look! :D

Symbiosis (read on AO3) (3k words)

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1OO lifetimes -- 37. wicked

[warning: nsfw / dubcon]

There was something unnatural about the tree line. Something that held an eerie ambiance, like a veil between two worlds. His father had tried to build a fence, a feeble old thing, to keep Thor from straying too close.

But, there was always something, always a pull.

That was where he first saw him, hanging on the edge of a fence post, on the wrong side. He looked like a ghost, pale skin against white linens. Thor had never seen him before, and he knew all the townsfolk.

He must be visiting, Thor thought. That was why he didn’t fear the forest.

“You shouldn’t be there,” Thor called out, swinging his ax to lodge it in the tree stump. The boy stayed, unphased, watching Thor with amusement.

“Why is that?”

“Those woods are haunted,” Thor explained, hesitating after the boy only raised a brow in skepticism. “That’s what they say anyway.”

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100 Lifetimes - 32. Cheesecake

Cheesecake was a guinea pig.

He lived with his owner in a big apartment. Cheesecake had his own rooms: his cage was spacious and huge, with more than enough space for him to run around or play in. The golden carpet beneath his feet was very soft, and there were lots of cubbies for him to snuggle in and sleep.

Everything was perfect, and Cheesecake was very happy… except for one thing.

He was a little lonely.

Alright, sure, he wasn’t completely alone. His brother Biscotti and his sister Creampuff were around, but honestly, Cheesecake didn’t really get along with them. Biscotti just liked to eat and nuzzle, and Creampuff was a bully who was fast to snarl and bite. Neither of them were exactly the best company.

If only there were another guinea pig he could get along with, Cheesecake thought, laying haplessly in a little straw nest. The straw got caught in Cheesecake’s golden fur, but who cared if he looked a little messy. It wasn’t like Biscotti or Creampuff cared. Maybe his owner would, but that just gave her an excuse to cuddle him in her hands and brush the straw out. So whatever. Cheesecake could look messy. It was fine.

-

It was not fine.

“Hi, babies!” Cheesecake’s owner said, grinning. “I have a new friend for you!”

She had a transport carrier in her hands, and when she opened up the hatch, she pulled out the most beautiful guinea pig Cheesecake had ever seen. His fur was long and dark black, even longer than Creampuff’s, and he had the most imperious, regal look on his face. Cheesecake’s owner placed him down on Cheesecake’s side. In the cage next door, Biscotti and Creampuff chittered. Biscotti came closer, curious, while Creampuff bared her teeth and snarled.

“Meet Oreo! Get along with him, Cheesecake!” Cheesecake’s owner beamed and patted his little head, brushing a little bit of the straw off of him in the process.

That was how Cheesecake realized he was still completely covered in straw, his short golden fur all a mess. Meanwhile, right in front of him was this beautiful and pristinely-groomed guinea pig, who surely thought Cheesecake must be the most disgusting slob ever. Cheesecake wanted to curl up and die.

After being placed in the cage, Oreo turned his head, looking around his surroundings with a critical eye. When he set his gaze on Cheesecake, Cheesecake froze, horribly aware of the straw sticking out of his fur. Oreo blinked, unreadable, and pattered his way closer to Cheesecake. Cheesecake watched him, trembling. He didn’t know what to expect. Was Oreo like Biscotti, who liked nuzzling? Or was he like Creampuff, who shoved and bit?

In the end, Oreo was neither. He stood next to Cheesecake and reached his little head out to pluck a piece of straw out of Cheesecake’s fur.

He was grooming Cheesecake.

!!!! Cheesecake’s heartbeat tripled in speed. Oreo kept grooming Cheesecake as nonchalantly as if he’d done it a million times before. It was so intimate, so friendly. His little heart thumping, Cheesecake took a small step closer. He hesitantly leaned forward toward Oreo, and when Oreo didn’t respond, bumped his head in a quick nuzzle.

Oreo let him. In fact, Oreo nuzzled back.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cheesecake thought, his body vibrating with so much happiness he nearly made the whole floor shake.

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OMGG, look at my babies, they’re so cute!!!! Adrey sent.

Attached was a picture of two guinea pigs, one with short gold fur and one with long black fur, cuddling together in a little nook filled with straw, their little bodies forming a heart shape.

(Thirty-second of my entries to my self-inflicted challenge, 100 Lifetimes.)

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100 Lifetimes - 31. Compulsion

[WARNING: explicit, noncon, somnophilia, magic-induced sex, come inflation, sibling incest, implied dark thor, basically I’m a kink monster and this is very porny in some badwrong ways]

They’d been out hunting a warlock. He wasn’t that strong; judging by the ritual he was trying to set up, he was a middling menace. Getting rid of him should’ve gone easy.

It hadn’t.

One misstep sent Loki hurtling to the ground, legs caught by a magic trap. The warlock hauled Loki up by the neck and bound him with another quick spell, grinning savagely. He brought a knife to Loki’s throat in a clear threat to Thor, who stood frozen at the other side of the forest clearing.

“Such silly little children,” the warlock crooned. “You don’t even know the power you’re dealing with.”

“We do, actually,” Loki said, the skin of his throat bobbing dangerously against the sharp edge of the knife. Thor’s fingers twitched; he looked murderous. He couldn’t make a single move out of fear that something would happen to Loki, but here his twin brother was, mouthing off. “The fact that you need to use a dark ritual to gain more power shows that you’re feeling a little inadequate at the moment.”

As expected, the warlock’s saggy face twisted with rage. Loki smirked inside. He was ready - as soon as the warlock struck out, Loki could seize the opportunity and–

But then the warlock’s expression smoothed out.

“You really think you can rile me up that easily?” He clicked his tongue. “Oh, no, no. If you really want to get someone mad, you have to go for the weaknesses. In fact, let me show you.”

And then the warlock brought a hand to Loki’s head.

A flash of pain made Loki cry out. He felt the man reach in and yank something out - something that made Loki’s chest flutter with panic. “No,” he said, but the warlock was already grinning.

“Loki!” Thor shouted. The sound of the warlock’s laughter drowned it out.

“Oh my, my! How interesting.” The warlock looked toward Thor, an expression of pure delight on his face. “Did you know,” he said, hushed in a mock whisper, “that your twin brother, the very brother who came out of the womb with you–”

“Stop it. Shut your damn–” Loki tried to struggle against the spell that bound him, but he was helpless to stop the warlock from finishing his sentence.

“–fantasizes about you fucking him?”

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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.

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100 Lifetimes - 04. High School

(This fic is explicit and contains consensual, potentially underage sex.)

Thor dropped into the seat across from Loki. “You need to stop.”

“Stop what?” Loki asked, flipping the page of his textbook. He held a highlighter aloft, the tip of it resting against the corner of his mouth. Every now and then Loki played with it, flicking his tongue out along the cap or swirling the tip around in his mouth.

“That.” Thor scowled, his arms bunching up like he was trying to keep himself from reaching out and ripping the highlighter out of Loki’s hand. “You’re such a - why do you do all this shit?”

Loki tilted his head, his lip quirking up. He twirled the highlighter in his hand, watching the way Thor’s eyes stared at the movement of Loki’s slim and long fingers. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Thor glared. He ticked off with his fingers: “You walk around the house half-naked. You keep jerking off in the living room whenever our parents are away. And you - you -” He trailed off at the third point when Loki rested the tip of the highlighter at the dip of his lower lip.

“Go on.”

Thor’s mouth flapped wordlessly. When Loki smirked, Thor snapped back into a glare and slammed a hand down on the bench table, jostling Loki’s books and papers. “Meet me at the bleachers after school,” he growled.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Helblindi (Marvel) Additional Tags: Jotun!Loki, jotun!thor, king!Loki, Accidental Marriage, Marriage of Convenience, Size Kink, Loki is kinda a brat, but what’s new? Summary:

Loki-King must marry– it is Jotunheim’s custom. Unfortunately, Loki isn’t one for customs.

Or;

AU where Thor is Jotunheim’s local cryptid and Loki proposes to him on accident. A classic love story.