Let’s celebrate the fact that Tongue In Cheek is out now with another little taste (huehuehue) of my fic Slivertongue.
“My tastes may be a bit...peculiar, given the profession I’ve found myself in, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
Thor opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again and said, “You like fat guys?”
Loki made a face. “Well, I wouldn’t say fat...but I do like some softness, yes.”
Thor stared at Loki, still dumbfounded at the entire situation. “So... you--” He gestured between the two of them, unable to find something to say.
Loki sighed, a look of amusement mixed with annoyance on his face as he walked back in to Thor’s space. “I see I need to spell it out for you,” he said softly, hand coming up to rest on Thor’s chest again. “I have hardly been able to think since you walked through the door. I’ve been craving you this entire week.”
Thor’s mouth hung open, skin flushing with heat as his heartrate sped up. Loki was so close. He could count the dark eyelashes framing his eyes, smell his cologne, feel the heat pouring from his gaze.
Loki’s fingers dragged upward, skimming over Thor’s throat to cup Thor’s chin. With their lips close enough to brush, Loki whispered, “I can’t spend another second just watching you.”