An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
In honor of the season, I have decided to bring back my best Christmas story.
18+ absolutely! Art by my dearest @caffiend-queen
All Loki and I want for Christmas is reblogs.
Loki and Nora normally get along beautifully but when trauma causes him to become to over-protective she decides to return to Chicago for the holidays without him.
Thor heard raised voices coming from Nora’s library almost as soon as he boarded his brother’s massive ship, despite the great distance between where the Bifrost had left him on the deck and the hold that had been lovingly made over for his sister-in-law’s comfort.
Needless to say Thor at first made the logical, experience-based assumption that Loki and his wife were making love. At the top of their lungs. As always.
For a moment he planned to seek out Charles, his brother’s excellent demon valet, for cookies and ale for him to while away the next few hours until they were finished, yet as he walked towards the galley he noticed there was something in the pitch and speed of their voices to give him pause.
Despite himself, Thor started moving towards the sounds, trying to make out their voices and what was being shouted, fully prepared to be traumatized if his new assumption was wrong and they were, in fact, making the beast with two backs.
Or, because of Loki’s ability to make clones, any number of backs.
Yet when he leaned casually toward the doors to listen, it was clearly an argument.
Then Thor stood straight up, hand covering his mouth, eyes so wide he could feel them bugging.
It was not an argument. Or a disagreement. Or a debate.
Loki and Nora were having a fight. An ugly, screaming, profanity laden, honest to Bor fight!
ellievsbear
dailybridgerton
kianamaiart
baratheonpilled
gummygunk
