#top loki

[powerbottom-thor]

A reminder that if Thor gets a chance to meet a a little younger Loki (basically around in his twenties), he will most probably hug him, take him to a world tour etc.

But if Loki gets a chance to meet a little younger Thor, especially if he looks thin, slim, small and lean…. He’s gonna….

[the1stwintersoldier]

[Im bored, so ima make a thor x bucky x loki story cause I haven't seen one of those yet. Also, NO INCEST bc thays weird and before this starts their will probably be SWEARING, and probably in my other future books or whatever]

M-Me?

Buckys pov

I jolted awake as I heard loud bangs, threats, and screams. I sighed as I rolled my eyes and gently jumped out of bed. I quickly made my way to the kitchen where the noise was coming from. I stood at the doorway and coughed. As soon as I did so, both brothers looked at me while both of them had daggers to each other's throats, like literally. I sighed as I looked at the both of them while saying, "Can't you guys just stop fighting?." I said kinda pissed off, and annoyed that this was happening again. Soon, both of them backed off of each other, but both still had their daggers ready in case the other tried anything. I sighed once again in annoyance before speaking again. "Why can't you two not fight for the thrown for once?" I asked angrily. only to be laughed at by the pair. "ITS NOT FUNNY," I yelled at the ignorant brothers in front of me, only to be laughed at once again but harder. Only for loki to say. "Do you really think we would be fighting over that?" He said practically on the floor. "W-well yea. What else would you be fighting over? "You, stupid," thor replied, I stood their stunned for a bit before saying. "M-me?" But before i could say anything else, loki butted in saying. "Yes, you dumbass," they both suddenly started coming closer to me, I slowly started walking back, a little bit intimidated by both men. Soon, my back collided with the wall while two figures towered over me. I immediately turned as red as I felt a warm sensation on my lips, but it ended quite quickly but thankfully replaced by another pair of lips. After we pulled apart, I looked up only to stare into Loki's warm, dark eyes. They both soon took me to the lounge room, and before I could ask anything, they asked me, "So, who will it be?" I was still a bit baffled at the things that had just happened, but my mind started racing, confused on who to pick, if this was real, and what the fuck just happened. But I came to the conclusion that I wanted both. I took a deep breath in, hoping that they would say yes, happily, and not be disgusted with me. "I-I want b-both of y-you." I shut my eyes tightly only to feel two strong pairs of arms wrap around me. I slowly opened my eyes and asked them, "a-aren't you disgusted w-with m-me?" They both chuckled at my question while thor responded, saying,"we were hoping you'd say that. " they then both kissed the top of my head, then my cheaks, and then my lips I almost instantly turned bright red. Looking down, I whispered, "c-can we m-maybe g-go cuddle?" I asked a little shyly. They both smiled warmly as they both lifted my head with their fingers. I smiled shyly and took both their hands as I led them to my room to cuddle.

[Ik, ik, it's shit. suck it up, idrc, that much. Also, sorry for the quick and basic ass ending. idrk what to write, so if you have any suggestions, please tell me. just no incest, straight ships, or top bucky and only the Avengers. Sorry if that is too much to ask for, btw.]

[aivelin]

Jock/Nerd Thorki (Thor with bussy and Loki with cock) commission for @StarEyedOcelot 

Full pic -  https://privatter.net/i/4929165

[lovablebull]

The Apprentice

Part I

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Pairing: Loki x Male!Reader

Summary: Being Loki’s apprentice has its perks. Not really, it’s mostly just Loki using you as a scapegoat for his schemes, until one day when it all goes too far and you decided you’ve had enough.

Realization comes into play.

A/N: As promised, here is the first part of the Loki fanfic I was working on. This is male reader and everything I will write in the future will probably be for male readers only (sorry not sorry). 

Please note that I am not a native English speaker. If you find errors (and likely will) please let me know so that I can correct them. I guess I should mention that this is my first fanfic ever. Be gentle. Enjoy!

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You closed your eyes as you leaned back against a stone pillar, enjoying the warmth of the remaining sun rays Taking a deep breath and slowly releasing it was your way of urging your tense shoulder muscles to relax. It was a lovely moment to enjoy after an equally lovely day and here you were feeling warm, full and overall content with life, happily basking in the warmth of the setting sun. You were sitting in your favorite spot, overlooking the palace’s gardens, surrounded by the subtle scent of flowers and freshly cut grass. 

It was not a particularly eventful day, but you have spent the day doing your favorite things: reading, visiting your family, drawing and riding through the woods on your faithful steed. This was your day off after all, and you could do whatever you damn well pleased. It could not have gone any better though, you were overall happy with how everything turned out. Yet you couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease, as if something was about to happen or perhaps something was missing. Even so, you tried to brush it off, it was good to have a day for yourself without someone barking orders at you, throwing you murderous glances and asking you to fetch things every five minutes, like a dog. Your hand closed into a tight fist as your mind wandered, although briefly, to that one particular person who could ruin your day before they even opened their mouth to speak.

Said person was none other but the youngest prince of Asgard. The raven-haired godling, the master of mischief and chaos, the rude, arrogant, inconsiderate, lying little... alright you get the idea. It was Loki, brother of Thor, son of Odin and Frigga, master of the arcane arts, and an excruciating pain in your arse. Ever since you had become his apprentice, because for some reason he was allowed to have one, (something about finding those gifted in spell-craft) your days have become a constant running around like a headless chicken, obeying Loki’s every order just so you could prove yourself worthy of his time. And that was not even the worst part, no, the worst part was that he would often ask, well more like demand that you be part of his schemes and plans which would often backfire and that is when he used you as his scapegoat.

You were beyond frustrated with the situation and were actively looking for a way to get out of the arrangement, you could no longer stand him; barking orders here and there, asking you to fetch him his quill and parchment or Norns know what long forgotten book on the highest shelf in the library. You didn’t feel like an apprentice anymore, you felt like a servant at best and a slave at worst. He simply had no interest in teaching you advanced spells or found better use of you as a servant. As if he didn’t have enough. Still, he always told you how he found your company tolerable so you stuck around and tried to be understanding, hoping.. hoping he would find you worthy enough to spare some of his precious time to teach you.

All these tasks and requests passed onto you and you’ve never once said no. All in hopes that he will see your worth, skill and dedication. You knew there was no better mentor than him, you have seen him at work many times, he had no rival when it came to the arcane arts. You were eager to learn, to work your hardest to reach at least half of his level, but the teaching that you expected never came.

The sad part was that, you have always admired the young prince as you grew up, you were fascinated by his magical and combat abilities. In your eyes, he was the perfect prince, wielding both weapons and magic, making him the best battle mage Asgard has ever seen. And that was Loki. Of course, Loki was chaos, he was mischief, he was the lie smith of the realm, turning words, thoughts and heads wherever he went. No one trusted him, not anymore, and they all condemned him for the ill use of magic. Loki was under no circumstance evil though, but he was mischievous. You suppose he couldn’t help himself, knowing everything that he does, one would be wise to use that knowledge to their advantage. Loki was a scheming little shit and always the opportunist. What’s not to admire? Sadly, no one kept record of all the fun pranks Loki has pulled over the years, some plain cruel, some plain hilarious nor of his achievements or failures. No one kept a record but you, in a small journal that served as your own personal history book where you wrote down the most significant events in your life. It just happened that every fifth page or so, Loki would be mentioned. Loki and his jokes, Loki and his laugh, Loki and his achievements, Loki and his failures. Loki and his stupid smirk. The smirk that he gives you whenever he’s about to do something clever or mischievous. And you can’t help but picture those perfect lips on-- No. 

But now, now you just wanted to erase all of that. It felt as if you were losing all the respect you had for the young prince. He did nothing but humiliate you, treat you like a dog and make you follow him everywhere, just to make you feel almost invisible as soon as he was engaging in a talk with someone else. He invited you to join him for feasts, having you sit by his side at all times, ignoring your very existence yet glaring at everyone who dared speak to you. You were tired of it, you were tired of feeling beneath him. Prince or not, nobody treated you this way, nobody should be allowed to treat anyone like this.

In the beginning it was innocent. A little joke here and there, small pranks pulled on his brother and friends, you were more than happy to be part of it, it was good fun. Lately, however, all these plans and schemes often included searching for valuable information, manipulating people and even stealing. You no longer wanted to be a part of it, and if it meant giving up on your dream to become a great mage under Loki’s tutelage, then so be it.

A sharp, stinging pain in your arm brought you back from the little daydream-turned-nightmare, quickly bringing your hand to your chest in a protective manner. But before you could see a possible wound, the black raven next to you flapped its wings a few times and took off. Had the raven just pecked you? It hurt, nothing was bleeding but it stung. You sat up quickly, rubbing the tender, reddening spot on your hand, eyebrows furrowed in anger as you glanced once more over the gardens and turned around to make your way home. Tomorrow would be another painfully slow day at Loki’s side. The thought of it made you dread the morrow, your walk home suddenly slowing down considerably.

“(Y/N)?” You stopped in your tracks, you knew that voice. You knew it so well you dreaded it at every corner. Your whole frame tensed as you straightened your back and turned around once more, putting on your best smile. “My prince.” You greeted stiffly.

“I have a request for you and I need it done immediately.” The prince asked, your eye almost twitching at the word request. “So sorry, my prince. So silly of me, but I was under the impression that this was to be my day off, to spend it however I pleased. I am sure that whatever it is, can wait until tomorrow.” You explained as politely as possible, your cheek muscles straining to keep up the smile. But you let it drop as soon as you’ve noticed the other open his mouth again.

“Well, I do not see you doing anything remotely interesting with your free time, feels like a waste, does it not?”. The prince answered calmly, your anger threatening to burst. “What would you have me do for you then?” You asked in an annoyed tone. Loki grinned. “I will handle it, it is your day off after all.” He said as he brushed past you and walked away, his green cloak flapping in the wind as he walked graciously, your gaze following him, burning a hole through the back of his head. “Loki? What is it that you wanted me to do?”. You asked once more, curiosity getting the better of you. “Enjoy your day off.” He spoke as kept walking, ignoring your question completely. You frowned and clenched your fists. You wanted nothing more than to punch that smug expression off his pretty face. Before you knew it, your feet were moving rapidly, stalking behind the god to catch up with him. By the time you were at his side, you noticed him smirking knowingly. “I knew you couldn’t resist. You cannot say no to me, can you (Y/N)? You never say no to me. Precious thing that you are.” He spoke softly, that blasted smirk never leaving his lips, but you knew better.

“It appears so, my prince. What can I do for you?”. “I need your help with something that will require a bit more subterfuge than usual, are you up for it?” He asked, and you took a deep breath, your anger simmering down. You hated it when he used that sweet voice of his, the voice of ‘I always get what I want’. “What would you have me do, my prince?” You addressed him by his title which caused a small spark to form into the other’s eyes as he heard it, unfortunately it went completely unnoticed by you.

You could never make eye contact with the other for long, Loki’s gaze was hypnotizing more often than not and made you feel trapped, almost spellbound. It was silly, of course, why would he use a spell to bind you to him and his will, at the end of the day you could do what you wanted, you could say no to him. In fact, you just did but changed your mind because for some reason you did not care to investigate further, he always managed to stir your curiosity. The raven-haired God grinned, lips stretching into a toothy grin. Oh yes, there was pure mischief in that smile.

“Follow me, we should speak of it in private, for all we know, the shrubbery could have ears”. He chuckled and began walking towards the palace at steady pace. You followed quietly in his steps, watching the other’s graceful form as it moved.

Head held high, back straight, confidence in his steps, he was of royal blood, there was no question there, but you could always tell that Loki always had at least an extra ounce of grace compared to his brother and the rest of the warriors. Loki always looked his best, he was always clean and smelling pleasantly, not a single hair out of place on his head. Clearly, he prized his own image and there was nothing wrong with that. Loki had many admirers just for that fact alone.

As you walked in his steps, your nose caught a whiff of something fresh and flowery. Speaking of nice scents, Loki never failed to make himself known by scent alone. You never could place the scent though, it was flowery and fresh but smelling like no flower known to you.

When you reached Loki’s chambers, he made a quick move to close the door but not before peeking outside to make sure no one was around, the guards patrolling the hallway would not stop at his door, thankfully. You found yourself in the familiar chambers where you were forced to spend quite a copious amount of time, being Loki’s dog, but in spite of that, you have never seen his actual bedroom or anything personal. This was just a medium sized chamber that served as a small study and living area full of bookshelves. There were piles of scrolls, books and half opened letters laying about on the small tea table and sofa.

No matter how much you tried to organize Loki’s study room and keep it tidy in the time he was not giving you anything to do, somehow those books always found themselves out of the shelves and back into places they did not belong. You did not question it, the servants who cleaned the room did not question it. You smiled as you saw Loki’s desk, always in pristine condition and never cluttered with anything unnecessary. The God was a mystery you.

You snapped out of your little inspection as the God cleared his throat and you turned around to face him, offering him a small smile. “You have been very loyal to me in the past years (Y/N). Here is what I need you to do for me. And do not interrupt me until I am finished speaking.” He put up two fingers in sign for the other to keep his mouth shut.

You sighed and took a seat on the brown settee next to you, crossing your legs and leaning back, ready to listen to the other.

“Thor’s recent stupid escapade to Jotunheim has made me question his ability to rule. You’ve seen it too, the recklessness, the childish behavior. It is not what should make the future king of Asgard. But more than that, it has made me question Odin’s true intentions with the frost giants. To be more specific, I saw something while on Jotunheim, something that needs further investigation. It is crucial for the safety of this Kingdom. I need answers, which I will likely not get from Odin or any of them for that matter. Do you know what lays underneath the palace? The vaults. Odin keeps all his artifacts and trophies there, I saw them briefly. We will get in there tonight. I will investigate what I need to, and we will get out, unseen. Questions? There better not be, since I was pretty clear.” You stared at the God, the gears in your head turning as you processed everything he was saying.

Yes, you knew about the nearly started war in Jotunheim, it happened very recently in fact. They said that prince Thor is awaiting punishment from the Allfather for his recklessness. Likely such an action will not earn him a swat on the hand. Loki was right in that aspect, Thor had been rather reckless and arrogant in his dealings with the frost giants, letting himself be goaded into a fight.

“When do we start?” You asked, your enthusiasm showing in your smile as you leaned forward as you expected the other to tell you a secret. You mentally beat yourself as you decided to go along with another one of his schemes, having a terrible feeling about how this might turn yet you could not help yourself, not when you saw that glint of mischief and amusement in his eyes. Loki approached you, reaching for a scroll next to the sofa, unrolling it before you so that you could see what looked to be a map of the palace’s underground. You followed his movements carefully, listening to every word he said attentively.

However, you found yourself unable to take your eyes off those thin lips moving as he explained the plan in detail, giving you instructions on what you have to do. You found your thoughts drifting as the lovely flowery scent hit your nostrils again, inhaling it deeply. Your thoughts deviated for a moment, imagining yourself caressing those perfectly chiseled cheekbones, running your hand over the smooth pale flesh just to feel its chill, gazing into those endless pools of green and finally, kissing those thin, sweet lips. The god was gorgeous, there was no denying that now. You’ve never been this close to him, you’ve never touched him except for a slight brush of fingers when handing him the requested items.

Each time, Loki felt cold to the touch, but you never questioned it. “(Y/N), are you listening? (Y/N). “. As you heard your name you snapped out of reverie, flushing slightly as you met the god’s annoyed glare. “I... I... yes Loki, I... could you please repeat? I am sorry.” The god sighed but did not comment on your sudden slip, deciding instead to explain once more. This time you did not lose focus and agreed with everything Loki has planned out.

“Will the spell work?” You asked curiously. “The thing about invisibility spells is that they do not technically make you invisible, they create an illusion for the rest of the eyes present, without you in it. It’s as simple as that. And yes, it will work, remember who you’re speaking to.” He answered firmly, leaning into your personal space as he snatched the scroll from your hands. “I expect you to have memorized that. I am not letting you carry possible evidence with you.” He added. “May I ask...” You started but was bluntly cut off by the God. “You may not, I do not have time for idle chatter, now move along. It is almost midnight.” You sighed and nodded.

You slowly exited the room, closing the door behind you as quietly as you could. Your steps were light and almost soundless as you made your way through the corridors and down the stairs towards the dungeons. You kept your breath steady and even, focusing on your each step, not wanting to clumsily stumble or bump into something, or someone. Your senses were on high alert and you felt on edge every time you approached a patrolled area. You passed a few guards on the way, but none seemed to pay much attention to you. They were used to seeing you wander aimlessly through the corridors at odd hours while carrying out Loki’s requests, nobody bothered to question you. Why should today be any different?

You decided to help Loki with this new plan of his, feeling a bit anxious at the thought of being included in one of his schemes again. You were well-aware that if this fails, it will be on you. However, you could not stop thinking about your earlier thoughts about the God. Where did that come from? You’ve been so fed up and frustrated with his behavior that the sudden change of heart in you made absolutely no sense. You weren’t sure if this was due to your own frustrations manifesting into something akin to desire or something else entirely. But you wanted to find out.

TBC…

[asgardian-goddess-of-writing]

Icy Hot

Fandom: MCU Ship: Thorki Rating: Explicit Warnings: Adult Language and Content, Smut Tags: Temperature Play, Sensory Deprivation, Edgeplay, Smut

Summary: Thor runs hot all the time. Loki wants to try something cool. I think y’all know where this is going... Word Count: 1761

A/N:  So, it turns out that I will be posting 2 fills tomorrow instead of today, sorry! And this is my first time trying to write temperature play and sensory deprivation so let me know what you guys think! I hope you guys enjoy this anyway!

Also posted on my main blog: @latishiante1001!

Day 3: Sensory Deprivation | Temperature Play | Edgeplay | Knife Play

“Thor! Where are you, you oaf?” Loki calls out, walking through the halls of the new ‘Asgard.’

“Yes, brother?” Thor answers, walking up to Loki. “Are you busy at all?” “No, I have the rest of the night off. Why?” “Oh, wonderful. Come with me,” Loki tells Thor, grabbing his hand before leading Thor back through the halls into their shared quarters. Closing, and locking, the door behind them, Loki turns Thor around and slams his back against the door before kissing him hard. Thor gets swept up in the kiss before pulling back and asking, “What’s this all about? Not that I’m complaining, just curious.” “Well first of all, we haven’t been together in over a week.” “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve just been so busy.” “I know, I’m not blaming you. Merely an observation. Second of all, I want to try something new.” “‘New’? What kind of ‘new’?” “The bedroom kind of ‘new.’ Only If you’re up for it though.” “What is ‘it’?” “Well, I’ve been practicing my control over my Jötunn powers, specifically my ice ones. Then a thought came into my head. You’ve always been hot.” “Yes, I’m aware that I’ve always been hot.” Thor says, smugly smirking. Loki hits him on the arm, “I didn’t mean it that way!” “Well...” “Shut up! I’m trying to explain something here.” Thor chuckles, “Sorry, sorry. Please, go on.” “Thank you. Now, as I was saying. You’ve always been hot in body temperature. And I, of course, have been cold. I’ve found a way to let my Jötunn look, and powers, out without hurting someone that isn’t a Frost Giant.” “Really? Nice job. But what does this have to do with me running hot and all that?” Thor asks, completely clueless. Loki sighs and lets his head drop onto Thor’s chest before lifting it again, “I’m saying that I want to try temperature play.” “Oh... What is ‘temperature play’?” “It’s where people take ice or melted wax to  run across their partner’s body to cause arousal. Since I’m already cold, we don’t need ice.” “Oh, okay. I’m alright with trying this. But, what about you?” “What about me?” “Don’t I get to run ice or wax on you?” “Uhh, I- I’d rather not do that...” “Why? Would it hurt you?” “Probably not hurt but it would probably be more uncomfortable than arousing for me.” “Are you sure you don’t want to try it? Not once?” “Maybe later but not now.” “Okay. So, shall we get on with this?” “Gladly.” Loki agrees, taking Thor’s face in his hands and kissing him passionately. Thor wraps his arms around Loki’s neck, kissing him back just as hard. Loki pulls back, breathlessly saying, “I think that we should move this over to the bed, don’t you?” Thor nods, giving Loki another deep kiss before pulling Loki with him onto the bed. The two continue their makeout session, both of them fighting for dominance over the other’s mouth. “You get to be the one to cool my skin, at least let me warm your mouth before you do so.” Thor complains. “Oh, quit complaining.” Loki tells the thunder god before kissing him again to shut him up, definitely not letting up on the fight. But neither is Thor. Thor moves one of his hands up to Loki’s hair and grabs onto it tightly and pulling a bit, making Loki growl and falter in the kiss. “Cheater.” Loki spits out, trying to regain his winning place in the kiss but the slightly painful grip on his hair keeps him from doing so. “I have no idea what you are talking about. I’m just kissing you and making you feel good.” Thor says innocently. “I’m sure you don- Oh gods.” Loki groans as Thor pulls on his hair a bit rougher this time. “We’re wearing too many clothes right now.” Thor says as the pressure his pants have on his semi-hard cock becomes almost unbearable. Letting go of Loki’s hair, Thor immediately move his hands down to undo his pants and push them off. Loki follows his lead, starting with his shirts. Once they’re both naked, they’re back to being wrapped up together on the bed, kissing each other like sex-crazed teenagers. Thor slides his hands back into Loki’s hair, tugging on the long, ebony locks, both in lust and envy. In a way, his obsession with running his hands through Loki’s hair is because he misses his long, blonde hair. Somehow, Loki figured this out as he says, “I miss your hair too. But it does look good like this as well.” “Thank you,” Thor replies, “Now, how are we going to do this?” “Well, first of all,” Loki gets up to go to the bedside table to grab a blindfold and some ‘special’ cloth and holds them up. “We start with this.” “Oh... Okay.” Thor says, surprised. “Are you alright with this?” “Uh, sure. Question, why do we need those?” “It’s supposed to make the sensations increase tenfold. They aren’t required so if you’d rather not have them, it’s alright.” “No, no, it’s fine. I trust you.” Loki’s heart warms at those words, no matter how many times he’s heard them. Walking to the bed, Loki tells Thor, “Scoot up the bed and place your hands up by the headboard.” As Thor does so, Loki climbs over Thor and straddles his chest. Reaching over Thor, he starts to tie Thor’s hands to the headboard with the ‘special’ cloth. “I put a spell on this cloth that will make it hold you as long as you want to be held. Once you really want to be free of the restraints, as in you’re uncomfortable with what’s going on, it’ll untie itself and you’ll be free.” Loki then moves back once he’s finished to place the blindfold over Thor’s eye. “I should’ve just gotten another eyepatch, huh?” Thor chuckles, “Shut up.” “Oh you know you liked that joke,” Loki says back, smiling. “Is this alright with you?” “Yes.” “Okay, now I’m going to give you a system to use to get feedback as to how you’re doing. When I say ‘color,’ you’re going to say ‘green’, ‘yellow’, and ‘red.’ Green is you’re fine and ready to go on. Yellow is slow down or give you a moment. Red is to stop. You can say these whenever as well, don’t wait for me to ask. Understood?” Loki explains. “Yes.” “Good. Are you ready?” “Yes.” “Alright then. Let’s get started.” Loki says, lifting his arm in front of him. Taking a deep breath, Loki focuses on his powers and limiting them. Soon enough, his arm slowly turns blue from his fingertips to his shoulder. “I’m going to touch your chest now.” After no protest, Loki settles his hand on Thor’s left pectoral. Thor flinches at the cold but makes no move to get away. Loki takes that as a sign to move his hand across Thor’s skin to his other pectoral. Thor shivers at the cold hand moving back and forth across his chest. “L- Loki.” “Are you alright?” “Yes.” “Does it feel good?” “It doesn’t feel bad, just not good yet.” Thor answers, his breathing getting a bit more labored. Loki draws his hand to touch Thor’s left nipple which makes Thor cry out. “Does it feel good now?” “Y-Yes. Oh gods, Loki!” Thor moans, wanting to arch his chest closer to the coldness but away at the same time. Loki smiles, moving his hand to the other nipple, again making Thor cry out. Moving away from his chest, Loki draws his hand down to trace all over Thor’s abdomen. “Loki! That feels good, please don’t stop.” Thor groans and gasps. Loki chuckles, “I knew you would like this.” Moving lower, Loki’s hand moves right past Thor’s leaking cock to under his thighs. Thor jerks up, moving his leg away from the cold. “Do I need to tie your legs down too?” Loki asks. “N- No. I’m sorry. I’ll k- keep them still.” Thor answers. Loki moves his hand back under his Thor’s thighs, this time making Thor moan and flinch, but his leg stayed in place like he said. Loki switches legs, tracing the sensitive areas of Thor’s legs. “L- Loki. Brother please. Please. I need...” Thor begs, trailing off on a groan when Loki hits a sensitive spot. “Color.” “Green.” “What do you need?” “I need to come, please. I need it so bad.” Thor finally says, tugging at the restraints. Loki moves up and slowly wraps his hand around the base of Thor’s cock. “Fuck! Loki!” “You’re gonna have to beg more if you want to come.” “Loki! Please, brother. Please let me come! I need to come so badly! I’ll make you feel so good after if you will allow me to come now, please! “ Thor begs. “Mm, well then. I’m a little impressed.” Loki takes his cold hand off of Thor’s cock before whispering a spell and moving it down to slide a finger into Thor, lube slicking the way. Thor cries out at the cold so deep in him, whimpering at the feeling in him and the tightness in his balls. Loki slides another finger into him, and another before stretching Thor a bit more before removing his hand. “Loki, please. Please, please, please. Make me come!” Thor begs. “I’ll make you come alright.” Loki replies, taking a deep breath and moving forward to thrust into Thor. “Loki!” Thor yells as he feels Loki press into him with his cock as cold as his hand. “Oh gods, Loki!” Loki waits a moment before starting to fuck Thor with a fast, hard pace as he knows they both won’t last long. “Thor. Come when you wish.” “Only with you. Come with me, Loki. Loki!” Thor yells as his long awaited orgasm crashes over him. “Thor!” Loki shouts, his come shooting deep into Thor. Pulling out and letting his skin go back to being what is considered ‘normal’, Loki collapses on one side of Thor. “Uh, Loki.” Thor starts before he’s suddenly free and can see. “Thank you, for all of that.” “You’re welcome.” Loki replies, laying on his side and placing his head on Thor’s chest. “So, I’m guessing you liked that?” “I loved it. So much that I would love to do it again sometime if that’s alright with you.” “Of course. Let’s go to bed, shall we?” Loki asks, his eyes shutting. “We shall. Goodnight, Loki. I love you.” Thor tells Loki, closing his eyes. “Goodnight, Thor. I love you, too.”

A/N: I hope all of you enjoyed this! I'm really, really proud of it. Send in requests for the upcoming days that are for my fandoms! My fandoms include:

- Supernatural - Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit - Marvel Cinematic Universe - Sherlock - Fast and Furious - Star Trek Reboot - And more so don't be afraid to ask for something not on this list!

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Tags: Anyone who wants to read this! I don’t know who likes/dislikes Thorki so I guess I won’t tag anyone. 

[the-winter-writer]

Title/Link: When You’re Nice

Square Filled: Loki/Tony Stark

Ship:  Loki/Tony Stark

Rating: Explicit

Major Tags: Married FrostIron, Alternate Universe, Asgardian Tony, Alpha Loki, Omega Tony, Top Loki, Bottom Tony, Bonding, Mentioned Mpreg, Smut, Mates, Fluff and Light Humor

Summary: The moments when Loki completely let his guard down, opening up in a way few ever had the privileged to witness, were more precious to Tony than words could ever describe.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Created for @mcukinkbingo

[maidenofmidguard]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 31/? Fandom: Thor (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Loki/Thor, Loki/Thor (Marvel), Laufey/Thor, Laufey/Thor (Marvel), En Dwi Gast | Grandmaster/Thor, the collector/thor Characters: Odin (Marvel), Laufey (Marvel), Frigga (Marvel), Balder (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Byleistr (Marvel), Helblindi (Marvel), Amora (Marvel), Taneleer Tivan Additional Tags: Slavery, Loki is a bag of cats, Dark Loki, Master/Slave, Top Loki, Poor Thor, Collars, Sexual Slavery, Overstimulation, Bottom Thor, Slave Thor, Cock Rings, Boys in Chains, Loki and Thor Are Not Related, Jötunn Loki, Loki Does What He Wants, Public Nudity, Public Humiliation, Bathing/Washing, Leashes, gang banging, party favor thor, Jealous Loki, dark laufey, thor whump, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Nipple Clamps, Foot Jobs Summary:

Jotunheim wins! AU where Loki wasn’t taken from his realm, Thor and Loki never grew up as brothers, Loki hates Thor and Everything Asgardian, Wages a second war and wins it with his cunning. See what happens when Loki takes what he wants

[hjbender]

Okay, but I can see Thor being a switch and out of love for Loki, he just gives

Oh, totally. Thor is one of those otherworldly “get you a man who can do both” kind of guys. He tops, he bottoms, he’s strong, he’s smart, and most of all he’s supportive. Every now and then Loki must feel that he has to do things on his own, to test himself, to find his inner strength, cultivate his self control. Thor can usually tell when he requires this because he is keenly aware of Loki’s needs, sometimes even before Loki himself realizes it. He hates to see Loki conflicted or at war with himself, so tense and stressed, and it’s times likes these that he offers himself to him. For Thor, this is just part of being a good lover. He wants to make sure Loki is happy. 

He rather enjoys letting Loki top, I imagine. Not only is it physically satisfying, the wonderful fullness of Loki inside him, thrusting against his sweet spot while those slim, clever hands tease and tug on his cock, but he also gets to see a rare, vulnerable side of Loki that few even know about. A white-knuckled, teeth-clenched, brow-furrowed Loki who growls and grunts and speaks the filthiest, most thrilling words Thor has ever heard. Sometimes Loki is sobbing by the end, and Thor gives him solace and soothing for whatever it is he’s going through. Other times Loki is laughing and leering, unrepentant in his dominance, drunk with power, and he collapses into Thor’s arms afterward with a smirk and a winded, “Thank you, brother. I needed that.”

“I know,” Thor says, and kisses Loki’s hot, sweaty forehead. “That is why I’m here.”