@circecore so this is for you. unedited, pardon mistakes.
Loki is used to the looks. The sneers and stares. They tolerate her because of her skill and because she’s a package deal with Thor. Everyone knows that, no one argues.
Usually.
She and Thor have pulled jobs with Victor’s crew before. The last one was especially lucrative. It’s a good thing Victor never realized she and Thor stole shit they weren’t supposed to. Doesn’t matter now. What matters today is the current job. Keep moving, keep looking forward and stay alive. The only person she ever looks back for is Thor, everyone else can rot.
Plans are shared and changed over a map of their target. Four buildings across one city. It’s ambitious and at least half of these people will either die or end up in prison.
Loki files her nails down to make sure they won’t get in the way of her work. She sits with her legs crossed and her eyes on her file. For once she’s well and truly not bothering anyone.
Thor is laughing with someone at a nearby table, jovial as always.
An argument is happening somewhere across the room, quiet enough that no one has really noticed, but Loki can pick up their whispering, their hissing words. It’s about her.
She spares a glance in the direction of the discussion, raising a brow when some bruiser with half an eyebrow missing spots her. He breaks away from the other two and begins stalking toward her. His companions stay put, casting glances to each other and shifting on their feet. It’s hard, knowing someone is about to die and there’s nothing to do but watch.
Half of the conversation in the room tapers off. Thor looks at her, watching her as the ex-jar head stops a few feet away from her. She smiles and continues fussing over her nails.
“Why do I have to work with some lying bitch like you?”
He hasn’t noticed Thor is standing and walking toward him.
“You’re not fucking right, you sh—”
The slur doesn’t even leave his lips before Thor’s hands are on him. Thor spins him around, punches him in the throat. Two men surge forward only to be held back.
“No, don’t, he’ll fucking kill you.”
No one does well with a crushed trachea. The bruiser falls to his knees and Thor punches him in the face. Blood splatters across them both. Thor follows him down, keeps throwing punches until the air is nothing but grunting, gurgling, and the cracking of bone.
Loki finishes her ring finger and moves on to her pinkie.
Everyone watches, silent, horrified. She grins whenever they look at her, as if asking her to rein Thor in. Never.
Finally Thor grabs the guy by his head and slams his skull to the concrete once, twice, three times, and his entire body falls limp as blood begins pooling underneath him.
The entire crowd takes a step back when Thor stands and rounds on them. It would take at least six men to subdue him, but when five of them will die in the process is it really worth it?
“Anyone else?” Thor combs his hair back from his face and smears blood into his pretty blond locks. “Anyone want to say something about my sister?”
Victor steps forward, holding up his hand, an grin on his lips that doesn’t meet his eyes. “No, Thor. The rest of us are fine with Loki, aren’t we boys?”
They look like a pack of bobble heads, nodding so fast it’s a wonder they don’t break something. Thor spends the rest of the meeting sitting next to her. She files his nails when she sees they’re overgrown. People look, but they keep their mouths shut.
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Loki watches Thor sleep and idly strokes her nipples through her shirt. He’s peaceful like this, with moonlight bathing his face and body in silvery blue light. They’re almost a hundred thousand richer after the job last week, and while Victor’s crew is dropping like flies they’re safe an ocean away in their old family home.
It’s good that they came home for this. Somehow this is right, that a change like this should be made in the home where they were born together, only minutes apart.
She teases her nipples more and feels the buzzing pleasure filling her blood, making her need. Lube drips down the back of her thigh and her cock could do with some attention even if it’s still soft. Would Thor react to hearing her moan? If she touches herself will he hear her noises and dream of fucking some nice, wet hole? Will he see her face?
Loki kicks the end of his bed and Thor jolts awake, sitting up and looking around the room, eyes settling on her as he squints to see in the darkness.
“Loki wh—”
He cuts himself off when he sees what she’s doing. Loki licks her lips and smiles, rubbing her nipples with her middle fingers until she can’t help whining at the over stimulation. Everything feels better when it hurts a little.
Thor swallows hard and runs a hand through his hair. Moonlight catches the curve of his cock as it fattens up under his sheets. He likes the show. Good.
“Is that my shirt?” Thor asks.
She giggles and shakes her head. “It’s mine. Possession is nine-tenths of the law, brother.”
A lopsided grin lifts his lips. “Right, of course.”
Loki pulls on her nipples and gropes herself, sighing at the wonderful, gentle pressure and how warm she feels inside.
Thor scoots back to lean against his headboard. “Come here.”
She shakes her head and takes a step back from the bed.
Thor swings one leg out, his eyes flashing bright. “You want me to chase you.”
Loki turns and runs, bare feet slapping against the hardwood. The stairs are still over a meter away when Thor catches her. His arms circle her waist and he growls as he lifts her into the air and carries her back to his room. The door slams as he kicks it shut and the sound makes her hole throb.
He drags her into the bed and arranges them so they’re facing as she sits in his lap. His cock lays in the crease of her hip, hot and hard, bigger than she remembers.
Thor drags the shirt up and off, throws it across the room and then his hands are everywhere. He gropes her breasts and kisses her neck, one hand slides around to her back and grabs the meat of her ass hard, slides into her crack and rubs her hole until she’s keening.
His fingers are so thick and they feel so good sinking into her. Two first, then three. Thor moans against her skin, loud and hungry. “You’re ready for me.”
She nods and bites her lip. Thor does all the work. He holds her up and guides his cock into her body, groaning and babbling broken praises as she sinks down onto him. Every other word is her name and in between it’s all love and good and thank you and Loki knows no one else could lavish her, worship her like her brother.
They barely move, just gentle rocking as they hold each other. Thor’s lips drag across her jaw, down her neck and across her sternum. He kisses her nipples, pulls at them with his lips, plays with them so sweetly. Warmth pools in Loki’s cock. Thor was the first person to ever make her hard, she likes that he can still do it.
He opens his mouth and draws her nipple in, sucks and licks while he does nothing more than hold her tight and split her open. When her cock pokes him in the stomach he reaches for it and jacks her off nice and gentle. Loki relaxes and allows Thor to support her weight with his free arm. Thor is never more beautiful than when he’s showing off his strength.
Loki doesn’t hide her noises, not from Thor. Every moan and sigh and whimper is his to keep as he earns them. Her cock jumps in his hand and Loki grins at the bright pressure building inside her.
“Oh, Thor, fuck... I’m gonna cum.” She pets his hair and holds his mouth to her breast.
Thor shakes and groans against her skin and Loki has never felt more beautiful, more wanted. Thor murdered someone for her. He’s always making sure she’s safe, always taking care of her. He’s so good, so perfect, and he loves her, he loves—
Loki gasps and curls in on herself, sobbing and moaning as her cock jumps and cum splashes on their bellies. Thor’s mouth opens and he pants, breath fanning out hot on her skin. His dick is throbbing and he’s shaking. Oh, oh, he’s cumming inside her.
He came just from pleasuring her.
He pulls her close and holds her tight. They bury their faces into each others necks and come down from their high.
Loki can’t stop smiling. Happiness like this is new, strange, and it feels like a brand new future is being laid out for them.
Loki fisted the sheets and sobbed as Thor fucked him hard. His big brother, so thick and hard inside him, bumped his cervix and made him groan and sob.
He angled is hips and whimpered when Thor thrust into his pretty, slick hole with a growl. Oh, Thor was about cum. Good. Thor's rhythm faltered and he grinned. Loki pushed back and moaned so sweet, just the way Thor liked him.
"Cum inside me, daddy," he begged.
Thor gasped and his hips snapped until he was buried all the way into Loki's pussy, grinding against him as that fat cock spreading him open throbbed. Loki moaned and reached down to rub his clit while Thor filled him. He came too fast, shuddering and squeezing Thor where they were still connected.
After a moment Thor laughed. "Daddy?"
Loki smiled. "You like taking care of me, don't you?"
Thor's eyes flashed dark for just a beat, and the grin on his face meant Loki was in for another round as soon as Thor was hard again. Luckily neither had anywhere to be tomorrow.
Thor reclined in his booth and sipped his whiskey nice and slow. The sugary burn made him happy, reminded him of being a teenager and thinking he knew everything, thinking he was invincible. Now he actually was.
There was a girl in the crowd twirling and shaking her ass across the dance floor. Wild black curls bounced around her head, thrashing this way and that as the lights slid across her graceful form. Blue and green and red highlighted the curve of her breast, the little pooch on her tummy and the thick power in her thighs where they peaked out from beneath dark leather. It only took a minute and a half of watching her for his cock to start chubbing up in his slacks. He wanted her.
He stood and walked over to the railing, then leaned over it and caught Fandral's eye and gave the signal; pointed to the pretty little thing and watched his friend slip through the crowd until he was pressed into the target's side. She melted into him and threw an arm around his neck. Thor smirked around the edge of his glass.
Fandral's lips brushed against her ear and Thor could hear the echo of the words in his own. I would like to introduce you to someone.
Her eyes followed Fandral's, found Thor half hard and daring her to come have a taste.
She broke away first, stalked through the crowd without breaking eye contact and led the way up the steps. Volstagg let her in and she joined Thor beside the metal railing separating him from the people who’d waited in line to enter. A little blue band sat on her wrist, a dark X on the back of her hand in sharpie.
Thor pressed his glass into her hand. “Age?”
She smiled. “Nineteen as of tonight.”
Thor watched her down the rest of his drink and licked his lips. “Happy birthday, then.”
She laughed and handed him the empty glass. Thor licked the rim where she’d drank and then set it on the table in front of the couch.
He took slow steps back and sat down on the smooth leather, spread his legs wide and let her see the bulge of his proud cock begging for her attention. She raised an eyebrow, then followed him over, stood between his legs a moment before straddling him.
Thor slid his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her in until their lips were almost touching. “Nineteen tonight?”
She nodded.
“You sure?” He asked.
She giggled. “Promise.”
Thor bit her lower lip, then kissed her and made sure to spell out his every desire in the press of his tongue to hers. She met him halfway, sucked his tongue and pushed back into him, ground her hips down and—
He gasped, shoved a hand up her skirt to cup her, found a cock hard in his palm.
She pulled back, lips swollen and pupils wide. “Problem?”
Thor hiked her mini skirt up past her hips and saw lacy underwear barely containing her dick, her balls already hanging down where she hadn’t even bothered trying to hide them.
He grinned and shook his head. “More to suck when I take you home.”
She laughed and let Thor rip the flimsy camisole she was wearing, exposing the soft curve of her tits, her pale pink nipples. He sucked one, used his tongue to tease it and play with it. Over the music he heard her moaning, felt the vibration in her chest. Her cock pressed to his belly as her hips started rolling.
“I might ruin your shirt.” She didn’t sound sorry about it.
Thor pinched her nipple with his teeth and pulled off, pressed kisses to the abused flesh, then licked his way to the other.
“Feel free,” he answered, then sucked her other nipple hard.
His booth was open. No curtains, no walls, not even in the VIP section. Anyone who looked over would see his sweet girl’s ass and balls exposed as she humped his belly, would know what they were doing. Thor’s cock throbbed against his zipper and he groaned with the pain, loved how sharp it was, knew she must be soft inside and it would all be made right in the end.
She panted and pulled back, grabbed her dick and jacked it until she came in thick pulses right on the swell of his muscular his chest. It soaked into the cotton and Thor loved the heat of it on his skin. He basked in the attention, in earning such a thing as her pleasure.
He pulled her back in and held her close, rubbed her back and pulled her skirt down a bit to at least play at modesty.
She kissed his neck. “You always spoil me, brother.”
Thor chuckled and hugged her tight. “You act like I don’t get anything from these little fantasies of yours, Loki.”
Loki laughed and nuzzled his jaw, and Thor looked at the crowd, saw only a few eyes directed their way. He wished there were more, wished people could know how much he loved her, how completely she owned him.
Thor as John Wojtowicz and Loki as his beautiful blushing bride
you read my mind. except! all the headlines say thor did it to fund his sister’s sex reassignment surgery, but then after loki has her surgery there are wedding photos of her and thor where he’s pulling her garter off with his teeth
(btw love your trans!loki works so fuckin much dude, I love the representation; mad respect)
>:) let me give a slight preview of a wip:
She slung an arm around his shoulders and drew his hand up to feel her breast, just a slight little bit of fat that he could squeeze in his palm. Fuck.
He was already so goddamn hard it hurt, but he wasn’t going to rush this.
“I want to see the rest of you,” he whispered.
Loki nodded and slid out of his lap to stand in front of him. The blouse slipped off of her shoulders and fluttered to the floor, and her smart pencil skirt dropped right down and Thor’s breath caught in his chest because she wasn’t wearing a damn thing underneath. Her soft, delicate cock hung in front of her balls and made his mouth water. She wasn’t circumcised, so he had more to play with. Her sac was shaved and the skin there was the prettiest shade of pink Thor had ever seen. Blushing from his attention, he liked to think.
He grabbed his cock through his wool slacks and squeezed to ease up some of the ache. She smirked. Thor crooked two fingers and called her back into his lap, soft and naked and his for as long as he could keep her.
Her long, deft fingers popped the top four buttons of his shirt open and dipped inside to grope at his pec, and she chuckled when he flexed and made it jump for her.
