Hiii, I’m your huge fan and I never gonna get tired of telling you how brilliant is your writing, and that I’m absolutely in love fith your “Brothers of Habit” fic. If you have time and if you wish to, could you please briefly write the movie watching scene from Thor POV? Or part of it, or any other scene of your choosing (I just really want to know what Thor was thinking about then)
Awww omg thank you so much :’’’’’) <3!!! You’re so nice to me askl;dhaglskgh <3 Anyway, damn I actually really wanted to write Thor’s POV because it was really hard to get across what he was thinking in this fic and this scene specifically. So thanks so much for the opportunity! :D
Link to Brothers of Habit
Warning: mild dubcon and mentions of past noncon
(Also note for new ppl - Thor did not rape Loki. In this universe, they never had any sexual feelings for each other at all until the Grandmaster forced them both to regularly fuck–meaning that they were both victims. This is just how Thor rationalizes it to himself.)
From the moment their thighs touched, Thor’s body betrayed him.
His cock bulged with interest, his skin warmed like a furnace, and every heartbeat sent a pulse of need through his veins.
He hated this. He hated himself. Loki was finally talking to him, listening to him, spending time with him, and Thor’s body only wanted to fuck.
It was moments like this that he would call Steve Rogers, that they would drive to the canyons, and that Thor would shatter rocks with his fists until he was trembling and sweaty and too exhausted to lust. They called it sparring. But it wasn’t an option right now. Right now, he could only sit, trying to watch the movie, trying to smile at the jokes, while his body warred for his attention.
Thor wrung his hands together in case they were tempted to touch–but even that action became mindless and dangerous after a time. As the minutes passed, he locked one hand safely under his leg and hooked the other hand over his brother’s shoulder.
Trusting, Loki leaned into him.
It was that which sickened Thor most.
That Loki looked at him and saw his brother and not the sex-starved abomination inside of him–the demon that craved bloodshed and violence (and sex) and anything else to distract from the fact that he had raped Loki, again and again and again. That his body still thirsted for it.
It would be easier if Loki hated him.
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