I want Thor to protect Loki. Not because Loki is defensless, but because no one should be able to hurt him while Thor is alive. We did see Thor defending Loki from Avengers, even though he was their enemy at the time and Thor is the 'good guy'. But I realy like it when Thor's protection evolves even further. Thor is a dangerous, powerful creature and I am sure mortals and Avengers would be more than scared to go against him and that's absolutely amazing. It's so lame when someone forgets that Thor is a god not just some superhero.
I want Thor and Loki to have and enjoy their twisted love, their mutual obsession, because they are only possible equals for each other, and they belong to each other.
I want Loki to be tender with Thor when no one can see, when no one can witness his vulnerability, because this is the part of him which only Thor is allowed to see.
I want Thor to accept Loki the way he is, which in turn will make Loki want to become something better, someone better for Thor and for himself.
I want them to share affectionate and soft and hungry kissess, to hug each other and let their past no longer make them suffer.
I was wondering if you can please help me look for a fic. The premise was that Loki is discovered to jotun during that scene in Thor. Laufrey demands Loki gets sent back to Jotunheim but Odin forces Thor to marry Loki thereby binding Loki to Asgard. I’ve been trying to find it but I can’t seem to find it anywhere 😩
Were there some eagles or some birds in the beginning maybe? I recall reading something similar with Laufey appearing and trying to take Loki back, but I don’t remember what was the name of the fic or the author nickname, sorry.
Fellow thorki shippers, if you have any ideas what is the name of this fic I will be grateful for your help!
And if my heart should somehow stop ; Thor&Loki fic
It screams out mine, and Thor's body is ever so willing to comply, screaming right back; yours.
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"Do you trust me?"
The question hangs in the air, hovering over them as their gazes meet. Thor knows he doesn't need an answer, but yet he gives him one.
"I do." He replies, not an ounce of hesitation or doubt in his voice.
Thor's large hands come up, settle by the sides of Loki's face, gentle, loving, the pads of his thumbs stroking over sharp cheekbones. A moment of silence passes between them, then two, then three, an unspoken agreement.
Thor offers him a faint nod, a reassurance that maybe wasn't entirely needed but that is welcomed nonetheless; and they finally get to it.
He sheds his chestplate, undoes the fastenings and clasps of his armor, tosses his tunic aside and lies back on the bed, naked body lit only by the few candles on the nightstand, the soft hairs on his legs and his chest prickling as he feels the cool breeze on his skin. He licks his lips, takes a steadying breath, and settles his eyes on his brother's face, shifts a little so he can comfortably allow Loki to sit on his lap, still fully dressed, cape and all.
They don't speak, don't meet each other's gazes, merely stay there as Loki prepares what is needed.
There is a vial pushed into Thor's hands for him to hold, filled with some kind of oil and infused with rare herbs that the thunderer does not recognise, meant to soothe the pain that was to come. Loki dips three fingers in it, lets the excess drip back into the vial before he takes them to Thor's chest, rubs the oil gently over the golden skin over his ribs, spreads the slick evenly over his skin, right above his heart.
It makes Thor's lashes flutter, the oil seeming to grow cold as it comes in touch with his skin, sending faint shivers through his body at the temperature difference. It cools and then warms up again, numbing his skin ever so slightly, yet not enough to keep him from feeling the pain; but he wants it, wants to feel his brother's touch.
Loki lets the oil do its work, and soon enough the vial is taken away, settled back on the night stand and replaced with a dagger, gleaming gold and silver, emerald gem on the hilt glistening with the dim flames of the candles. He turns it over in his hand, lets his green gaze, hungry and expectant, roam over the engravings of the metal, feels its ridges and sharp edges against his palm.
Their gazes meet again; an unspoken question followed by silent reassurance.
They both draw in a breath just as Loki starts, lowers the blade right to Thor's ribcage, digs the sharp point into his skin and watches the prickle of crimson that follows. Soft incantations spill from Loki's lips, some old as time itself, some of his own making, carefully thought out and planned, memorised by heart.
It stings, more than any other cut or bruise he had sustained in his countless years of battles and wars. The blade cuts through his skin and magic courses through the wound, slithering around the cuts that slowly give shape to some runes, Loki's runes, marking Thor as his own.He clenches his fists in the red silken sheets, tries to take a steady breath as he feels the sting and burn on his skin, slipping in through his very core.
It hurts, but he doesn't stop Loki.
He wants this, as much as it hurts. Wants to be marked by his brother, wants to be claimed by no other. A permanent brand on his skin.
Loki's.
He draws in a breath, lets his eyes fall closed as he tries to steady himself, and is suddenly aware of the wetness that has gathered in his eyes, of Loki's voice like liquid gold whispering soft nothings in an attempt to sooth him.
It feels like fire in his skin, getting a hold of his heart and squeezing, drawing out groans of pain from his throat. It feels like forever but it is over before he knows, the tip of the blade -now stained with crimson- carving out the last lines on his skin, finishing Loki's runes with a graceful stroke like that of a quill.
Thor's breath evens out almost instantly, hearing the soft spells that close the skin, scar it permanently.
A brand on his heart.
There is oil on his skin again, soothing the raw skin, and when Loki presses his palm against the fresh scars, they light up to his touch, stand out against his skin, alight with recognition.
Thor opens his eyes again, gazes down at the marks in his chest before he trails them back up to look at Loki's face, hinted with pride and power. He pulls him down for a kiss, soft and tender but full of need, of desire. The tip of his tongue trails swiftly over Loki's lips, gently pressing past them into his mouth, seeking Loki's own.
There is a soft spell whispered into their kiss and Thor feels his brother's armour fade under his hands, replaced only by soft pale skin, all sharp angles and smooth curves. Loki's skin still holds the umblemished tones of youth, marked by naught more than a couple of battle scars, almost like an open canvas for Thor to leave his mark on, a map waiting to be drawn.
He is Loki's as much as Loki is Thor's.
Their kiss is slow, but it is desperate, grabbing and holding onto each other as much as they can, wanting to take it all in. It is need and greed, the scent of ozone before a storm.
Thor's large hands set on the curve of Loki's hips, holds him there as he turns them around on the bed, his heavy weight settling atop his brother, caging him in. Their lips meet, their tongues slide against each other, painting a picture that no one else gets to see, that no one else would understand. Thor's hands roam over his brother's body, trailing each curve, each edge, and drinking him in, the planes of his body that he has long since memorised. His hands are followed by his lips, his teeth, the tip of his tongue, revelling in each of the sounds he manages to draw out from Loki, only for him to hear.
Loki's seidr does quick work of stretching him open, losing no time before he wraps legs and arms around the thunderer, pulls him down on him, and arches his back as he feels the curve of Thor's length pressing into him, inch by tortuous inch, drawing it out for as long as he can.
Thor fucks like he goes to war: with fury and passion, a berserkr rage tugging at his heartstrings, driving the swing of his hammer and the thrust of his hips.
The sounds of their fucking are echoed only by the soft wind slipping in through the windows, blowing off the candles and leaving them in darkness, only their hands and their lips left to lead them through. They know each other by memory, know what makes them gasp, what makes them groan, what makes them come undone.
Loki's hand finds its way to Thor's chest, settles above his ribcage and feels as the scars underneath his fingertips go alight with recognition, a golden light on his chest, warming up to his palm. It screams out mine, and Thor's body is ever so willing to comply, screaming right back; yours.
The pace of his thrusting quickens, falters a little as they both feel a familiar warmth in their bellies, and their noises become louder, more desperate, hands clawing at each other, bruising, marking. Loki's right hand never moves from the runes carved onto his chest, fingers twitching as their pleasure only grows.
Thor leans his head down, buries his face in the crook of his brother's neck and breaths him in, like musk and earth, like power and magic. Thor smells of thunder, of the calm after a storm, of might and lightning. Their scents mix together as they move; power and lightning, magic and might.
The room is filled with their soft cries and pleas, moans mixing in with the obscene slap of skin against skin; lit only by the dim glow of Loki's runes on his brother's chest, his hand still pressed against them, feeling the physical proof that Thor is his and his alone.
"Mine." Loki groans possessively, his teeth digging into the strong muscles of Thor's shoulder as he cants his hips up in time with Thor's, meeting his thrusts halfway there.
Thor groans, feels his toes curling in pleasure as he nods with eager agreement. Yes. Yes. I'm yours. Just like that. Yours.
Their bodies sing together, arching, moaning, clawing, the unspoken truth of what they have. They become one and the same, the line of where one ends and the other starts becoming faint as they both topple over the edge, spilling hot and messy between their bodies, yet another claim of each other.
Thor's scars will fade just like any others would, Loki's runes becoming fainter on his skin until it would be just barely noticeable against the tanned skin, they will heal but yet they will remain, branded by magic onto his skin, his heart, only coming alight once more with Loki's touch, forever marking him as Loki's.
I'm having a weird day. It's just-- weird. I have a quite a few Thor/Loki sketches started but I am in such a strange state that I don't want to pick these up again like I planned because I just know I'll ruin them.
But I'm itching to sketch and my brain is just all off today, like there's serious fog between my ears right now.
SO-- I'm going to try a thing--
You guys shoot me some Thor and Loki or Thorki drawing prompts and I'll see if any of them clear the cobwebs out of my brain. :) Seriously, you guys have been so wonderful and though I can't promise I'll draw all of them, I'd like to see what I can accomplish.
Alright so-- what do you want to see? Keep in mind everything is going to be sketchy.
ALSO if you want Thor 2 related sketches, try not to spoil people! You can message me if you think you might.
I’ve been hesitant to write anything about the film. I've moved this post from queue to draft and back again so many times now.
Well, here goes nothing… [SPOILERS AHEAD! Watch your step.]
LAST CHANCE TO AVOID SPOILERS...
When TDW was released overseas, I was massively spoiled by enthusiastic fans posting gif images and using quotes as their “cut text” to spoilers, so I tried to stay away from tumblr until the film was released here in the US before I learned anything else.
Lucky for me, I was invited to a press screening and was able to see the film on Monday (Nov 4th) and then I saw it again on Thursday as part of the Thorsday Marathon (I was at the one in downtown SF for those of you keeping track).
So my gut reaction after viewing it the first time was “I ENJOYED IT SO MUCH”. I did have presence of mind enough to know there were flaws in the story and that it was not “the best film ever”, but I got exactly what I wanted out of it, which was more Thor and Loki together.
I can’t think of another film where the characters do so much of what I wanted without my having to “read between the lines”. I mean, Loki died in Thor’s arms and still LIVED. That sounds like a plot point of at least a hundred thorki fics I’ve read.
I think this is a good time to admit that I am not ready to leave the “honeymoon phase” of this movie. I am not yet ready to tear it apart for flaws and whine about how I didn’t get exactly everything I wanted from this film. I want to bask in the glow of the things we did get.
Which is why I am so terribly disappointed in fandom right now because I went happily to tumblr hoping to revel in delight with other fans because, really, we got so much in canon, guys, wanted to read about amazing insights into little things I am too obtuse to notice on my own or else little easter eggs, stuff like that. And what I’ve found is A LOT of negativity, which was extremely disappointing, which is why this post is so late in coming.
Everyone is entitled to their opinions— that’s fine. I just was hoping for more happiness and less grumbling while the film is still relatively new.
So, I’m going to skip the flaws for right now and post about that later, after I’ve watched the film for a third time, and move on to some of the things I LOVED—
Things I loved about Thor 2:
Loki and Frigga’s magic! {It’s MCU canon that Frigga had a special place in her heart for Loki and taught him her magic.}
New, less shiny Asgard!
Malekith’s design interpretation vs the comics look {Let’s be real: he looks like the 5th member of KISS in the comics.}
Badass, smart Frigga!
THE CAPTAIN AMERICA CAMEO! :D
Thor being smart and sneaky {I hate the “big, dumb blond” characterization of Thor. I get that he’s not a genius, but I just don’t believe that he’s this obtuse oaf all the time.}
Darcy, intern guy and Selvig actually contributing to the demise of Malekith.
Jane showing scientific tendencies rather than damsel in distress tendencies.
Basically ALL of the Thor and Loki interaction, their banter, but especially when they’re on the boat bickering about Frigga (“I wish I could trust you.”), Thor saving Loki from that black hole… thing, Loki saving Thor’s life, and then of course Loki’s death scene (We all know Hiddleston is amazing at everything, but Hemsworth’s delivery of “No, you fool you didn’t listen”, the heartbreak on his face— it just killed me.)
The humor— It was fun to laugh so much!
There are flaws and some things I am not very happy about, but I'm going to tackle these later.
How it won't happen... because someone said weeks ago when those images of Loki's cuffs first started appearing that Thor might have to protect Loki while he's chained and his magic is bound.
And so, naturally, my brain just went, "ohhhhhhhh, yes," but wouldn't let the idea rest. So instead of writing it out, I just decided that okay, maybe I'll draw it instead.
I do not think we'll get this at ALL in Thor 2, so this is completely self indulgent. (Loki doesn't like it, but he kind of does because Thor showing he cares definitely makes him happy, though I suspect he'd pretend otherwise.)
I hope you guys like my protective!Thorki fluff ;)
I might turn this into an animatic for practice, we'll see.
Title: Mad Man, Three: Touch Me 3/6
Author: Griseldajane
Fandom: Thor, The Avengers
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Rating: M
Pairing: Thor/Loki
Warnings: There’s a lot to watch out for in this fic: angst, hurt/comfort, incest, psychological torture, self-harm, anxiety, mental institutions
Summary: “Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” ― Kahlil Gibran
When Loki discovers that Thor has seemingly vanished from the nine realms, he uses all the tricks at his disposal to find his missing brother, including teaming up with the Avengers.
In the meantime, Thor is pushed past his breaking point and may have forever lost his way.
A story about love, obsession and the mysteries of the heart and mind.
Excerpt:
He lifts Thor’s pillow from the bed and he brings it to his face, breathing in the faint scent that still lingers on the sheets. Loki cannot help but ache for Thor, his perfect opponent, his flawless counterpart-- missing. His hate, his pure unsullied animosity for Thor has changed over the time he has been absent. To what exactly Loki is unsure of, but it is no clean tenet he can cling to, polluted as his feelings are with deep stirrings of need and affection.
Read “Mad Man” Chapter Three on AO3.
What can I say, but sorry it took song and please enjoy? Lots of stuff happens here, a lot of set up for the final chapters. Oh yes, I did decide to expand the story to six chapters, though chapter four will be a lot shorter.
Please let me know what you think! Feel free to comment or shoot me a message over here. I’ve been working a long time on this fic and I would love to hear your thoughts. thanks :)
