"You challenged me, and you won," Loki says easily. It is one of Loki's greatest talents, that. The way he can get exactly what he means to, and then convince his opponent that he's the victor. Everyone always believes Loki so weak because of it, because he always gives the glory to another.
Fandral has always seen through it. He knows that Loki's the only one of them that's never truly lost a fight.
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One of the best fics from this sad and sweet rare pair that I miss
as some of you may know, I occasionally enjoy me some fandral/loki. not as an otp or anything; I just think they've probably banged at some point.
anyway, you know how asgard undoubtedly has a thriving porn industry revolving around scandalous stories about thor and loki together; well, they probably have fandral/loki too because it's totally that random porn trope about a dude banging his best friend's sister and I'm sure there's a whole group of people who are fandral devotees and love the idea of fandral ravishing the "neglected" and sexually unavailable second prince behind his brother's back.
bonus: fandral himself is a fandral supporter and gets off hard on the thought of putting his dick inside his prince while thor's not around. also he knows that thor and loki have a thing but he's like 'welp someone needs to be tapping that until you two figure your shit out so why shouldn't it be me.'
This is a piece I had wrote before I learned their pattern of speech, so to say. If it seems worded strangely at the end, I apologize. I had never written something so long and was rushing to finish. I may one day try to rewrite. Ah, also smut ahead.
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It had been an hour since the boisterous laughter inside the dining had died down and everyone had went their separate ways, but Loki still sat there, near the head of the table. He was moving and prodding his food with a fork, lost in thought. When Fandral had sat next to him, he felt a weird sensation that seemed to be coming from his stomach, he knew it was what Midgardians called butterfiles. Though, how flying insects with designs on their wings had anything to with the strange feeling in his stomach, he’d never know.
Loki sighed and began to rise from his seat.
“Hello, Loki.” a voice said from behind him. He stopped. It was familiar, though he couldn’t make out who it was. He turned his head, looking over his shoulder. There stood Fandral in his armor, looking very dashing. That was his name though - Fandral the dashing. He expected no less from the man. It was certainly a surprise though, to see him standing there. Loki had thought everyone had retreated to their chambers. He wondered for a moment how long the other man had been standing there.
“You are in the dining hall late. Why is that?”
“I don’t think that is any of your business.” Loki said harshly.
“It was only a question.”
“One from a truly bothersome man.”
Fandral laughed. “Says you.”
The black-haired man scoffed and start walking towards him, but his intent was not on making contact, only to make his way to his chambers. As he walked by the other man, he bumped his shoulder against Fandral’s. Something shot his body, making his blood run hot. He wasn’t sure why a simple touch made this happen and he damn sure wasn’t going to stand by and let himself blush. He hurried out and down the halls until he finally made it to his bed chamber.
He quickly shut the door and made his way over to his large bed. He opened the fabric that surrounded the bed and sat and scooted into the middle. He wasn’t sure why he felt like this. Like he needed to feel the touch of another man. Many had tried before and were acknowledged, but rejected. There was no need for them to put their grimey hands all over his body, caressing and kissing him all over. He was disgusted at the very thought.
Though, there was something about Fandral made him want to feel his skin against his own. Loki shuddered. There was no reason for him to be thinking like this. It was inappropriate and most of all, appalling. He knew that there was absolutely no reason for him to be thinking like this. He turned on his side and stared at the wall until his eyes finally closed.
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He was awoken by a knocking at the door. It was a strong, loud knock, like it was urgent. Looking at the window, he seen it wasn’t even light yet, it wasn’t even close. It must’ve been only an hour since he had fallen asleep. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. It was hard to see in the dark, but he managed to find the part in the fabric and climbed out of bed. This had better be good.
When he reached the door, he opened it and looked out. No one was there. Strange, he thought to himself. As he was closing the door, someone grabbed his wrist and stopped it. “What th-” He was silenced by a pair of lips pressed against his own. His eyes closed and he struggled violently, trying to put up a great fight that might scare away the intruder. The intruder pulled away, but before he could yell for them to get their hands off of him, a hand was covering his mouth. “Loki, look.”
He opened his eyes and seen Fandral. Suddenly, he felt weak in the knees. He was struggling to stand. The other man took his hand off of his mouth, “Are you okay?” Fandral kept a hand close to the small man.
“Yes,” he said, brushing his hand away, “Could you leave?”
“No, I don’t think I will.”
“Fandral, I said leave this instant! What happened if Thor were to find out you kissed me?”
He faultered in his actions, unsure whether he should continue his pursuit. He took a moment to ponder what would happen if Thor were to find out? Would he be exiled or just severely beaten? Either way, he knew it was now or never. He took him by the wrist again and pulled him close. Fandral released his wrist and put a hand on either side of side of his face and pressed his lips to the black-haired man’s again. This time, the kiss was soft instead of urgent.
He struggled at first, but then he submitted and ran his fingers through Fandral’s blonde hair. He gently massaged his scalp with his fingertips and mimicked the way he was being kissed. He felt the blonde’s hand moving down to his arse and felt him give it a quick squeeze. Loki could feel the feelings he had thought were gone rise again and this time, it was more intense. He kissed the other man with more force and began to walk backwards toward the bed.
When he felt the back of the bed hit his knees, he turned and opened the fabric then crawled on all fours to the middle of the bed. He turned and laid on his back and wagged his finger in a come hither motion. He climbed in and placed himself over the other man.
Loki frowned at the lack of attention. “Come on then.”
He opened Loki’s shirt with little trouble, leaned down and kissed his neck. He lightly bit the skin, hoping to leave a mark of victory, though Loki would not be pleased with a love bite on his neck for the whole kingdom to see in the morning. He moved farther down to his nipple where he licked and sucked on it until it was sore, but the soreness didn’t bother Loki. He was endured worse in his life.
Fandral placed kisses lower and lower until he reached the hem of his trousers. He pulled at them and dragged them past his hips and then down to his ankles, letting them pool there. Looking back up, he noticed the black-haired man’s erection. He was well-endowded, but Fandral knew that he could handle this. He took ahold of Loki’s cock and wrapped his mouth around the tip. He took a little more in his mouth and then licked back up to the tip, making sure to tease the moaning man below him.
The taste of Loki’s precome was a peculiar one, it was salty and had an aftertaste he couldn’t quite describe. He could feel the other man thrusting his hips up, trying to get closer to the feeling. He could feel himself start to gag, so he pressed them down, holding his hips firmly. He could feel him struggling against his hold, but he didn’t want to choke. He moved his head up and his cock, moving his hand with his mouth. He could see Loki was moving his upper body more, showing that he was close. He pulled away.
“Wa- Why did you stop?” Loki sounded angry, but Fandral didn’t want him to spill his seed before he was able to be inside of him.
“You’ll find out.”
The fact that what came next was unknown somewhat worried Loki, though he was sure he knew what it was. He laid there as Fandral stuck his fingers in his own mouth, wetting them. After what seemed like an eternity, Loki felt a finger probing his most intimate area. He was tempted to scoot away from it, but instead laid there and waited. He felt the tip of the other man’s finger go inside of him and press farther inside. He tightened himself around the intrusions, trying to push them out.
“Don’t tense up,” he said, “It will only hurt worse.” Loki forced himself to relax. He wanted this, but he was afraid.
He began moving his fingers in and out, setting a rhythm. Loki moaned, arching his back until his body was off the bed. He felt another finger slid into him and he let out a loud sigh that he had seemed to be holding in. It was a strange sensation, he’d never touched himself there and had never thought about it.
It was only when Fandral pulled his fingers away that Loki noticed how much he was being filled. He whined in protest, but only to realize that the blonde had reached over and took some oil from the pot beside the bed. He covered his cock in it and looked at Loki, “Ready?”
“Get on with it!”
Before he could register what was happening, Fandral was pushing into him. He groaned and threw his head back, narrowly missing the head of the bed. The feeling of being streched so far was pleasing yet painful. He realized that it wasn’t the stretching that hurt, but the burning that accompanied it. He felt like he was being split in half and it wasn’t exactly pleasant. He looked up at the other man to see a look of complete pleasure and ecstasy on his face.
Finally, Fandral was into the hilt. He didn’t give Loki any time to adjust, he just started at a slow pace. Loki winced at the pain that was now seeping in, but gritted his teeth and took it. He knew that he wanted this so the feelings would subside. Perhaps this would help or maybe it would only make it worse. Either way, he was in this for the long haul and waited for the pleasure.
The thrusting became faster and until the blonde man hit that one spot that no one could deny caused pleasure. Loki moaned loudly at the feeling, He could feel it from head to toe. His skin was tingling and he felt it in his bones. It was like waves washed over him. He looked up at Fandral, unsure of what to do. Loki, the son of Odin and the God of mischeif was unsure of what to do at that very moment. That frightened him greatly, but that stopped when that one spot was hit again and the same feeling found its way through his body.
It felt like only moments when he felt his stomach tense up and watched as his cum fell on his stomach. His body tightened itself and then he felt the other man tensed up and spilled his hot seed inside of the black-haired man. Fandral pulled out and fell over to the side. Loki lie there, trying to catch his breath. It was as if he had been holding his breath the whole time because he couldn’t seem to calm his breathing.
He looked over at him and smiled. He pulled Loki to his chest and being too tired to struggle, Loki simply accepted it and laid his hand on Fandral’s chest. Before too long, they were both peacefully asleep.
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Later when the sun has rose, Loki awoke. His eyes fluttered open and he looked around. No Fandral. He was in his bed, alone. He hadn’t expected the other man to stay, but he felt another feeling rise in him. He knew what this was, though. It was despair. Did he really make a connection with Fandral earlier or was he overthinking the whole situation? He thought about it for a moment and just closed his eyes again. He would worry about the sheets and cleaning up when he awoke again.
