#2020 wips

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From my thorki Sailor AU (unpublished, snippet under cut because graphic description of merman and human junk):

Loki takes a breath, sighs it out, and his body relaxes. His genital slit parts with a sticky sound and his penis emerges. It’s long, more than twice as long as Thor’s, and pale pink. There is no crown or bulbous head; it tapers to a narrow point with a tiny hole in the tip. Thor doesn’t know if this organ is used for both urination and insemination, like his own, or if it’s strictly for reproductive uses. Nor does he know if it brings the same pleasure when touched.

He expects it to be cold, but when his hand closes around it he finds it is quite warm and covered with a thin film of mucus. He grips the member at its base—he can barely wrap his hand around it—and slides it up. There’s a wet squelch and Loki sighs again, a small hum of pleasure in his throat. Then, to Thor’s astonishment, Loki’s penis moves, curling around his hand like the tentacle of an octopus.

“Whoa,” Thor whispers. “That is… amazing.”

The moonlight glows white on Loki’s teeth as he smiles. He gives his tail a flick and reaches down to grasp the bulge growing between Thor’s legs. “Let me see yours.”

Loki has always been revolted by Thor’s genitals—the hairiness, the dangling bits, the weird crook into which they were crammed like a tangle of hot, sweaty rats. But when Thor’s erection stood tall and his scrotum tightened beneath it, Loki found it was not quite so unbearable to look at. Strange and ugly still, but fascinating.

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*Gimli voice* That still only counts as one!

Deliver Me (chapter 4):

Steve Rogers is sitting in a small, well-lit living room, smiling down at the baby in his arms. “He’s precious.” He raises his head and his smile fades. “Vali was it?”

Sitting across from him on a sofa, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea and his eyes red from crying, is Loki. He smiles and sniffs, wipes his nose on the sleeve of one of Thor’s favorite sweatshirts. It still smells like him. He tries not to think about what he’s going to do when the scent fades.

He nods. “That’s right.”

“Just Vali?”

“For now, yes. I was hoping he might… be given a last name eventually, but…” He can’t finish.

Steve swallows. “We’ve got all available agents working to track him down. Don’t worry. When we find Thanos, we’ll find Thor.”

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Evening Star (epilogue):

“Thor.”

Thor’s heart skipped two beats as he turned toward the smooth, deep voice.

Loki calling him by his name was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, a thousand times more thrilling than my lord and master had ever been. Though he’d had four years to become accustomed to it, Thor never grew tired of it.

“Já elskan,” he answered. Yes, my love?

Standing in the stall and dressed warmly in a black fur cloak—a custom order crafted by Ingvarr Skógbúi himself—Loki lowered one eyebrow and smiled lopsidedly. 

“I suppose that answers my question.”

“If you came to ask if I am doing well, aye.”

Loki looked every bit the seiðrmaðr he had once trained to be. Under one arm he carried a bundle of brittle-looking books: more acquisitions for his growing library. Thor had had to build a new wing onto the house to hold them all. Loki chose to keep few possessions, but books he hoarded. 

And he had taught Thor to read as well.

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👀 I know the chances I'll get something are slim but I can still hope.

Hope and ye shall receive!

Lighthouse AU (unpublished):

William did not run to him. He stared at him blankly with his big brown eyes—Ann’s eyes—and did not recognize his own father.

Thor unshouldered his satchel, set it on the floor, and crouched down on one knee. Tried to summon a smile. It hurt his face.

“Hello, William,” he said in English. “I’m your Papa. Papa is home. Remember Papa?”

The boy hooked his finger in his mouth and continued to stare.

Odin patted William’s shoulder. “Go give your Papa a hug, Víli.”

Thor gave his father a sharp look. Odin gazed back indifferently. William obediently crossed the wooden floor of the cottage and put his small arms around the neck of the strange fair-haired man.

Thor forgot his annoyance and hugged his son. He had last seen him two years ago on a dock in Nantucket. He had been smaller then, no more than a babe. He had not yet learned to walk on his own.

He’ll get his sea legs soon, Ann had said. She held the little boy and danced him on the table top. Little William chirped and tolerated the jig. Thor laughed. Ann smiled at him. She had rosy cheeks and sparkling chestnut eyes full of love for her big Norwegian husband.

Return to us, darling.

He leaned down to kiss her. I always do.

He had kept his promise. But Ann had not been not there to greet him. No one had.

Thor closed his eyes and squeezed William tightly. A tear leaked from his eye and left a shining trail down his scarred left cheek. 

Odin turned and finished filling the kettle from the pump, then put the kettle on the wood stove. Water hissed on the warm surface.

Thor took a seat at the table.

“His name is William.”

“I know this.”

“Then why do you call him otherwise?”

Odin grunted—that was how he laughed. “I suppose it is difficult for me to abandon my heathen ways,” he said in the old tongue.

Thor’s face darkened. “You still begrudge me for marrying Ann, don’t you?”

“All that is passed,” said Odin. “I have no quarrel with the Quakers. I never have.”

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Something from the SW universe for you (I know it isn’t Kylux, I’m very sorry, this is all I have 😭)

All I Need (chapter 7):

Whenever the Ghost is on-world or in atmosphere, Hera takes the opportunity to refresh and recharge the ship’s humidifiers, dumping the old H2O tanks, cleaning the filters, and using the condensers to draw in moisture from the outside. In this way they replenish the onboard water supply, both the drinking and the utility water. Then everyone gets a chance to indulge in a true liquid shower instead of the typical steam or sonic shower. Something about soap and water feels a thousand times more cleansing than any other bathing method. Zeb and Chopper are the only members of the crew who decline.

The sun has set and the sky is darkening by the time Ezra, always the last one to shower since he takes the longest, trots out of the refresher still soaking wet, singing under his breath and leaving drippy footprints on the deck. He is getting dressed in his cabin, the doors wide open, when Kanan knocks on the bulkhead. 

“Hey. Wanna camp out tonight?” he asks, gaze fixed on Ezra’s glistening torso.

“You mean strengthen our connection to the Force by sleeping outside in a natural environment?” Ezra turns to him with a playful smirk, shirt in hand. Sleek tendrils of blue-black hair fall over his forehead. “Of course, Master. That’s a great idea. I’ve been feeling kinda off-balance lately.” He bites his bottom lip and gives Kanan a sultry look, eyes wandering up and down his body. “Really off-balance.”

“Hm. Sounds like you need to recenter yourself. Clear your mind.”

“Yeah, my mind could definitely use a good cleaning. Uh, clearing.” Ezra wags his eyebrows to show the slip was intentional.

Kanan cracks a grin. “Alright then. Pack your bag. I’ll go tell Hera we’re taking off.”

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The Little Frost Troll (chapter 27):

When the light of the Bifröst faded, Loki made an exclamation of joy and took a few steps into the ankle-deep snow. He held open his arms and lifted his face to the heavy gray sky, where a few flakes were still drifting down.

“Snow!” he cried, turning around and gazing at the wintry landscape in wonder. “Look at it all! It’s beautiful!”

“It certainly is,” admitted Thor with a lopsided grin. He stepped off the platform with Loki and surveyed their surroundings.

Niflheim was a wet, cold world of lakes and springs and streams, frost and shadow, black rocks, mist and mountains. Many races believed it to be the oldest of the realms. The sun seldom pierced the perpetual fog that lay upon the land, but flowers and plants that liked dark places flourished there. Evergreen forests covered most of the landscape, and fresh water was abundant everywhere. It was a temperate place inhabited by none of the races of mannfólk; only animals lived here. Frost trolls were the most recent residents, though none knew how they had come to the realm.

But Loki did.

“There are thin places that connect the worlds of Yggdrasil together,” he told Thor as they made their way down a snowy path and into a copse of spruce trees. The scent of their sap was thick and refreshing. “Places where Ymir’s blood still lingers. There were many doors on Jötunheim. One leads to Midgard, which is how I was banished. I searched and searched for the way back, but I couldn’t find it. Then I realized that if I returned, I would be an outcast. Perhaps my father might even put me to death. So I did my best to survive on Midgard.”

Thor frowned. “I didn’t know it was possible to travel between realms without using the Bifröst.”

Loki looked up guiltily. “It’s an old troll secret. Please don’t tell your father. I don’t want to give him another reason to… hate my people.”

Thor understood. “It’s alright, Loki. Your secret is safe with me.”