To Wong Foo,Ā ThanksĀ for Everything! Julie Newmar + textposts
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i refuse to let this movie fade into obscurity here's my contribution. where are the patrick swayze fans and why aren't they creating the to wong foo fandom!?!!
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Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers,Ā Angst, Comedy, Idiots in Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks,Ā Happy Ending, BDSM, Consensual Non-Consent, Spanking, Face Slapping, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Sex,Ā Safewords, Crying During Sex, Protective Thor (Marvel), Sub Loki (Marvel), Gentle Dom Thor (Marvel), Pseudo-Incest, Loki Does What Loki Wants (Marvel), Minor Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Past Jane Foster/Thor (Marvel), Minor Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Implied/Referenced Suicidal Thoughts, The plot is barely the point
Summary:
Modern AU. Loki is posting inadvisable inquiries on Reddit: he's looking for a stranger to ābreakā into his home, tie him up, and fuck him. When Thor finds out, he contacts Loki under a pseudonym in hopes of dissuading himāand finds himself drawn into Lokiās fantasies.
First Chapter under cut!
āLokiāā
Loki jumped as though electrocuted and dropped his phone. In perfect unison, both brothers dove for it. With a resounding crack, their skulls collided. Loki cursed and clutched his head, curling on the deck chair, while Thor scratched his scalp and picked up the phone from Starkās patio rug. He caught no more than a glance of a Reddit thread before Loki snatched it from his hands.
āWhat do you want?ā he snapped, staring at Thor with wide eyes and clutching the phone to his chest.
āUh ā¦ā Thor looked from the phone to Loki and back. āTony ordered too much pizza. Do you want leftovers?ā
Loki glared for a moment longer, then he collapsed back into the recliner as though the air had gone out of him.
āI do,ā Loki said. He was still rubbing his head, looking out over the illuminated New York skyline. It was a stunning view. The most expensive one in all of Manhattan, if Thor had to guess. āThat would be lovely.ā
Thor sat down on the opposite side of the fire pit on the balcony of STARK Tower. He leaned over to go through the icebox and pulled out a bottle of the craft lager Tony had bought for the occasion, popping it open on the side of the massive wood end table. He offered it to Loki.
Loki took it reluctantly. āI canāt believe youāve been living like this. While unemployed.ā
Thor shrugged and took a drag from his bottle. āItās not too late. We still have the moving truck, we can pack everything back and put you in the spare room.ā
Loki scoffed. āTo live in Starkās basement?ā
āI have a whole flat,ā Thor said with a grin. āHe has too much space, anyway.ā If he was being honest, Thor thought that Tony got lonely at the top of his tower. Thor hadnāt been the only border Tony had taken ināhe had shared the flat with a scientist friend of Tonyās for a while, and Clint had only moved out last week. Tony always pretended to be annoyed with them all, and got nervous and irritable when people didnāt make use of the common room that separated Tonyās and the guestrooms.
Loki worried the label of his beer bottle, sliding the paper off the wet glass and folding it under his thumb. Thor knew Loki wasn't thrilled with the apartment he could afford on his entrance-level salaryāand had Loki been working in anything but real estate, he wouldnāt have been able to afford a flat without roommates at allābut it was better than living back at home by miles. Lokiās phone buzzed, and he jumped to mute it. āI appreciate the offer, but I like my privacy.ā
āYou always have,ā Thor said, drew a breath to speakāand hesitated. Though it had been on his mind since Loki had announced heād move to New York, he hadnāt come up with a plan to broach the topic.
āWhat?ā Loki asked, mildly annoyed.
Thor burst out, āYou didnāt quit because of me, did you?ā
Loki looked briefly put out, then made a noise of disdain. āNot everything is about you, Thor.ā
Thor laughed, chastised and still unconvinced. He took a long drink from his bottle.
Thor had abandoned Asgard Construction and Real Estate LLC, quitting his master's degree in civil engineering three years prior. It hadnāt been an easy decision. He loved his father, but working with him had been suffocating. No matter how disappointed Odin looked when he went home for the holidays, Thor could not regret turning his back on the family business. Could not regret floundering his way through finding out who he was, what he liked, what he wanted to do with his life.
And he hoped that it hadnāt played a large role in Lokiās choice to pack up and leave after working at Asgard for a single year.
āWhat did Dad say?ā Thor asked, prying while trying not to pry.
āIām sure you can imagine his reaction perfectly well,ā Loki said with put-on levity. āNo matter how he complains, heās fine. Hela will continue his miserable work of putting people out of their homes and livelihoods.ā
Thorās mood soured. āThatās not what he does.ā
āIsnāt it?ā Lokiās voice was soft and bitter. Then he shook his head, ever so slightly, and he sighed. He looked at Thor with ā¦ not kindness. The kind patience with which one corrected a childās misconceptions. It rankled. āYou never saw what precedes the construction. You never watched him drive people away.ā Loki leaned his chin on his fist, and wistfully looked out over Manhattan. āWhen I only ever saw the results, I used to think Asgard was the greatest place in the world.ā
Thor drank and watched Loki. He looked miserable and tired in the low light. āIāve seen it.ā
Loki looked at Thor with just a hint of hope. āI doubt it.ā
āNo matter how you insist on it, Iām not stupid,ā Thor said. āBut I donāt think he knows ā¦ he doesnāt know what harm he does.ā Odin saw the profit and the marketability of marble and concrete, of cleanliness and luxury. Odin gladly lived in the world he created and never looked back.
Loki laughed at that, softly. āIf he doesnāt, then he must be blind in both eyes.ā
**
They sent Loki off with a stack of pizza cartons, courtesy of Tony Stark throwing Lokiās moving party. Loki even let Thor hug him, though reluctantly.
Loki wrinkled his nose. āThor, youāre not nineteen anymore. You have to stop using Axe body spray.ā
āMake me.ā Thor tousled his hair, just to see Lokiās annoyed face. āGet out of here before I put you up in the guestroom.ā
Loki stuck out his tongue, picked up the stack of boxes, and made his way to the car. Arms akimbo, Thor watched the Uber pull away and vanish into Manhattan traffic.
āFeeling protective, are we?ā Tony asked flatly. He was leaning in the exit to the stairwell, hands in his pockets, encased by golden light. Thor could never tell whether Tony was joking or genuine.
āI donāt like the neighborhood heās in.ā
Loki had never lived alone before. Over the course of a few months, Loki had upended his life, moved back in with their parents, and then found a new job in New York. Thor would have liked to be there for Loki while he was going through ā¦ whatever crisis he was currently experiencing. Heād been hopeful when Loki had asked for Thorās help with moving. It felt like Loki was trying to get back in touch.
āYeah, me neither,ā Tony sniffed and scratched his nose. āWhich is why weāyou and meāhave to talk, since your baby brother just did something enormously stupid, and Iām not CPS. Meaning, Iām not going to save him from his own decisions, but someone probably should.ā He stopped and watched Thorās mouth fall open in confusion. āJesus. I canāt believe Iām doing this. If Pep wasnāt blindly in love with youāseriously, I think sheās going to leave me for youāI wouldnāt be doing this. So you can thank her forāā
āTony!ā
āāmaking both of us incredibly uncomfortable. Actuallyāā
āWhat has Loki done?ā
āāthank your brother, this is his fault.ā Tony turned on his heel, and Thor ran to catch the door before it fell shut. āThe point is, Iām not going to talk to him.ā
āTony,ā Thor's voice deepened with warning as he followed him into the elevator. It was the private one, the only one leading all the way up to the penthouse, zipping smoothly past the administration and R&D of STARK Industries.
āOkay, so,ā Tony said, not looking at Thor, and shoved his hands into his pockets. āYeah. Wow.ā His eyes darted from one corner of the elevator to the other. āHow old is your brother?ā
āTwenty-four,ā Thor said without thinking. āWhy?ā
Tony deflated. āOkay. Thatās slightly better. Young twenties, you know? Once you hit forty, they all look the same.ā Tony cleared his throat. The elevator doors pinged open. Tony made a beeline for his bar, with Thor on his heels. āHe just made a post in a Reddit forum, asking to be raped.ā
Thor took one step out of the elevator and froze. He replayed that sentence in his head. āWhaāā He shook his head, trying to understand what Tony meant. āDid he ā¦ what did he ā¦ say?ā
āOh, you know how those go.ā Tony grinned and poured two glasses of something amber and highly alcoholic. āāHi, Iām new in town, Iām looking for someone to break into my apartment, tie me up, and have their merry way with me.āā
Thor managed to be both increasingly horrified and confused. āNo, I mean, what did he ā¦ what did he say? What exactlyāā
āYeah, drink this first.ā Tony pushed the glass at Thor and slammed back his own drink. āJ, if you could pull up the post, please.ā
Thor picked up the glass with some hesitation. The TV screen in the seating area switched on to show a Reddit post. Thor had been on Redditāmostly for questions on plumbing and roofingābut he had never heard of that subreddit before. Then again, he wasnāt ā¦ into ā¦
What the hell?
āLoki wrote that?ā Thor asked numbly. He had moved closer to the screen. He felt like he was going to be sick.
āSo, yeah. As I said,ā Tony muttered, well into his second glass of liquor. āTD;LR, āPlease rape me, Iām into that. Text me for my address. Men preferred.āā
Thor hadnāt even known that Loki liked men. (He refused to think about the rest of that post.) āHow do you even know thatās Loki?ā
āSo,ā Tony said. āDo you know how the internet works?ā
āYes?ā Thor suddenly wasnāt sure that he did.
āOkay, you can think of JARVIS as a very fancy router. If you type in a URL, JARVIS redirects you. Meaning, by necessity he has to read the URL.ā Tony shrugged, as though that was something Thor should have expected.
Thor did a quick mental review of the pages heād visited since moving in with Tony Stark. āYouāre watching what I do on the internet?ā
āNo. No, no, no.ā Tony held up a finger. āI just asked J to keep an eye on suspicious activity for the whole building. And arenāt you glad that I did?ā He gestured to the screen, eyebrows raised.
āNo!ā Thor snapped, āIām not glad, Tony!ā
āHey, if heād been smart enough to use an app or a messaging service, Iād never have known. Iām not trying to read your text messages. Okay?ā Tony held up both hands. āJarvis just checked the post when Loki made it, then reported when the algorithm detected likely harm. Self-harm, in this case. You can one-hundred percent believe me that I have no interest in knowing what you look at in the privacy of your rooms. Okay?ā
āRight.ā Thor made the informed decision to never again connect to Tonyās Wi-Fi.
Tony cleared his throat. āLook. This is a thing between consenting adults, I donāt care about any of that. Okay? Just maybe impress on him that he shouldnāt hand his address to strangers on the internet. New York isnāt exactly Pleasantville, Bumfuck Nowhere. Or wherever you guys are from.ā
Thor didnāt bother to correct him. He collapsed onto the couch and put his face in his hands. He peeked through his fingers at the screen. There was a single reply to Lokiās post so far:
Way to flood your inbox. If you want to pay for this stuff, try the links in the faqs.
Thor felt like he was going to be sick. He couldnāt look at the stupid, dangerous message that Loki had thought to put out onto the internet. āTurn off the TV.ā
The screen went dark, and Thor finally took a sip of his drink. Bourbon. Really good bourbon, too. He drank it in a few quick gulps, not caring that it probably cost as much money as Thor used to make in a month.
āCan you take it down? The post?ā Thor asked. Tony, tech CEO and probably the richest man on the planet, had been involved in building large parts of the internet. Thor didnāt know where his power ended, and he wasnāt sure that he wanted to know, either.
Tony laughed softly and sat down on the other end of the couch, arm flung over the back. āI can. But heās just going to post the same thing again.ā
Tony was right, of course. If this was something that Loki was determined to seek out, then heād find a way. Hell, he was already getting upvotes.
Thor imagined Loki, alone, handing someone the keys to the first flat heād ever owned. Imagined someone pushing him down and forcefully having sex with him between the empty boxes that Thor had helped him unpack this afternoon. Imagined them beating him, imagined Loki crying, imagined none of his neighbors caring if Loki called for helpā
āPlease, take it down,ā Thor begged around the lump in his throat.
Tony was quiet for a moment longer, then shrugged. āSure. J, can you look into contacting ā¦ who do we contact for this stuff?ā
āIām on it, sir,ā JARVISās disembodied voice replied dutifully.
āThanks,ā Tony said. He refilled Thorās glass without asking. āAnyway. Heās a smart kid, right? Heās going to figure it out. Heāll be fine.ā
āYes,ā Thor said at length, staring at Tonyās pristine, white shag carpet. The kind that didnāt leave burns on your knees.
There really was no way around it. Thor had to talk to Loki before he got harmed in ways he didnāt want to be harmed.
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the issue is no one can let him know this second life i live on the internet because if he finds out i have 25k followers on tumblr or 10k on twitter etc then the questions will flow and i will not be prepared for the conversation about werewolves that follows
Just enjoy the music yall. Its honestly really good if you like some classic sounding R&B. The man's voice reminds me of usher to some extent with a little more gravel. Its honestly just sex. Its really really good and he only have 114 subs and the video only has like 90ish likes or something. Honestly its sad. He sounds amazing.
Lokiās face is a mixture of fear and HOPEFULNESS. Ā Thor has been exhibiting surly disregard ever since their return to Asgard. Now at last, heās touching Loki, looking DIRECTLY into his FACE, and TAKING HIM SERIOUSLY. Classic ānegative attention is preferable to no attention.ā Ā Since Odin conditioned Thor and Loki to be helplessly codependent, in a scenario in which Loki is fated to be thought the ābadā and ālosingā half of a dichotomy, Loki has decided in THORāS CASE ALONE, it is worth being the bad guy to not be forgotten utterly. Ā Better to be hated than erased, even in a dysfunctional relationship.
Look how goddamn eager his face is. āYes hit me, rage at me. Anything, Iāve finally got your attention again.ā
And not an ounce of that is manipulation. itās desperation.Ā
So in the fic Eidolon (aka that one fic where Laufey dotes on his son a lot), Loki is described having horns with golden rings and braided hair with emeralds and rubies weaved into his hair. Fucking emeralds. I just had to draw that shit. Also heās one badass runespeaker in the fic, but seriously emeralds.
I know and Iām sorry that my version doesnāt do the fic version any justice and is terribly inaccurate. Iām still in the middle of work and just had to sketch Loki really quick for my daily fix. Anyway, Eidolon is one epic fic. Go read it if you havenāt.
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