Thorki. #16. For your fic meme thingy :)
Things you said with no space between us.
“This armor has three weak spots.” Loki announces haughtily,voice only slightly out of breath as his fingers work on undoing the straps andbuckles of said armor, with speed born out of centuries of practice.
Thor stills, his lips stretching into a wide smile againstthe skin of Loki’s neck. This armor actually has four weak spots, but Thor has long since accepted that completetruth is something Loki will never offer him freely.
“Is that concern I hear?” Thor murmurs, amused, his voicesomewhat muffled by the press of his lips against Loki’s neck. He does notbother to look up, greedy for the taste of Loki’s skin after months ofseparation, his impatient fingers not nearly as certain as Loki’s as theyfumble with ridiculously intricate fastenings of Loki’s outer armor.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Thor.” Loki snorts, still sounding fartoo collected for Thor’s taste. Not for long, though. Loki may spin lies andhalf-truths, and wear mask upon mask, but Thor can coax the truth out of him –with his lips and fingers Thor can strip Loki of his lies as he does with thelayers of leather his brother wears. “It is merely an observation.”
His lips drawing into a smirk, Thor fists the leatherencasing Loki’s chest, the sound of fabric tearing followed by a soft gasp ofsurprise.
“See, Loki?” Thor points out, not bothering to hide thesmugness in his voice. Or raise his head, now that he has the entire expanseof Loki’s naked chest to explore. “It appears your armor has its own failings.”
Loki’s fingers abandon their work on Thor’s armor, tanglingin Thor’s hair instead, and forcing Thor to look up.
“That was rather unnecessary display of arrogance, Thor.”Loki admonishes, but the bite in his voice is countered by the glazed,half-lidded look of his eyes. Thor’s fingers move down to Loki’s hips,squeezing hard. Loki’s hips buck forward, grinding against Thor’s thigh,eliciting a groan from Thor. Loki is already half-hard, they both are, and thechances they will make it to the bed are slim to non-existent. “Do you knowthere are three types of venom in Alfheim alone, easily obtainable by anyonewith half a brain and skill, that could kill even you?”
Thor chuckles, bringing their foreheads together. They havenot seen each other in half a year, half a year during which Thor had numeroustimes contemplated scouring the realms for his wayward brother from sheerfrustration, and this is Loki’s ideaof a lover’s greeting.
“And how many types of venom lethal to me do you already have in your possession?” Thorasks under his breath, his lips brushing lightly against Loki’s.
Loki stays silent, but the smirk on his lips widens as theypart under Thor’s.
