“Did you wish to speak to me?”

Loki’s smile turns dark, mischievous. “Indeed I did,” he says, smooth as silk. “And I wish you to listen.”

The final word rings in Loki’s mind, vibrates through and out his skin. He knows Thor feels it, too, despite being unaware of it—his posture straightens imperceptibly, his eyes become more attentive.

“Of course I will listen, brother,” says Thor. “To anything you have to say.”

“Yes, you will.” Loki steps closer, until he is standing in front of Thor, until Thor is staring up (up, oh, it’s lovely) at him with those wide star-blue eyes clouded by faint confusion. Loki’s magic thrums in the air, a quiet, quiet sound, just below the threshold of hearing; it weaves through his voice, turning it sweet, seductive, softly alluring. “You will listen to me. You want to listen to me. There is nothing more important than what I have to say.”

“Nothing,” says Thor, distantly. His gaze has softened, blurred, though it stays caught by Loki’s.

Bit of a one-shot that I’ve been poking at for the last couple of days.  There’s no real plot to it.  I just have a massive kink for this and I wanted to write about it.

(Yeah, I know, this is more Amora’s territory, but IDGAF.)

Guys, writing is hard, guys.

click me for part eleven of Bloodflow →

tyrotheterrible:

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/casually reblogs self

click me for part eleven of Bloodflow →

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Golden Mouth [Thor/Loki, R] →

tyrotheterrible:

By now Thor should be pawing at him through his clothes, foregoing words in favor of strong fingers seeking the spots that make Loki writhe and groan—because Thor is a man of actions, not of speeches, because the tongue is Loki’s playground, because Thor has no patience for such things.

It’s not quite porn, but it’s close enough.  Whatever, I wrote it, now it’s posted, yey. \o/

Golden Mouth [Thor/Loki, R] →

By now Thor should be pawing at him through his clothes, foregoing words in favor of strong fingers seeking the spots that make Loki writhe and groan—because Thor is a man of actions, not of speeches, because the tongue is Loki’s playground, because Thor has no patience for such things.

It’s not quite porn, but it’s close enough.  Whatever, I wrote it, now it’s posted, yey. \o/

If you're still doing this drabble thing: Something Rotten (Placebo) <3

Asked by boyinthemachine

Face down
Face down
Face down, I miss you something rotten
Face down
Face down
This crown is broken rotten

Tell me
Tell me
No it’s not, it’s all forgotten
Tell me
Tell me
Face down, I miss you something rotten

"I miss you," Loki whispers.  

Only the concrete hears him, the concrete and the open sky behind which Asgard still glitters.  It feels farther away from him now than it ever has; though he could slip between atoms and be there in a breath, it would spit him back out again, vomit him up like poison.

"I miss you."

He traces lines on the wall with one finger.  Thurisaz.  Othala.  Raidho. As if spelling out the name could make any difference.  Could make his brother start caring again.

"I miss you."

But he is in Asgard, far away, with better things to do than chase after the wayward little brother that no one wants back anyway.  Too late now.  Much too late.  No doubt it will be centuries before the Bifrost is repaired.

"I miss you, brother."

Too late.  Always too late.

He slams his fist into the wall, cracking the stone.

The lyrics to Muse's Exogenesis pt. 3

Asked by beranyth

Let’s start over again
Why can’t we start it over again?
Just let us start it over again

And we’ll be good
This time we’ll get it, get it right
It’s our last chance to forgive ourselves

Loki drags himself along the cracked ground by the fingers.  He is too weak to stand, the wound Heimdall’s sword opened in his stomach bleeding freely into the dirt, but the pain is nothing now, fading, falling numb and distant.

His brother lies not far away, pale, breath shallow and thick with Jormungandr’s poison.  The Serpent’s viscera stain his cloak.  Loki tears his nails bloody to reach him in time.

"Please understand," he rasps, crawling up next to Thor, laying a red-spattered hand on his sweating face.  "Please.  I had to."

Thor’s lips twitch, his blue eyes sliding out of focus.  Loki brushes a strand of bloodsoaked hair from his brow.

"For us," he whispers.  "There was no hope left.  You understand.  Yes?" He smiles, weakly, scarred lips cracking.  "It had to end.  It had to.”

Asgard crumbles around them.  In the distance, Surtr roars, its flames leaping to the blackened sky.

"Start the whole thing over," Loki says.  "I will remember this.  I will.  Next time I won’t make the same mistakes."

It seems for a moment that Thor struggles to speak, struggles to lift his arm; then with a hideous rattle, he exhales his last.  Loki laughs, tears tracing white streaks through the filth caked on his cheeks.  He drops his head to Thor’s chest, listens to the heartbeat flutter, slow, stop.

"Next time," he murmurs, as death creeps over him.  "Next time.  I will get this right."

i updated bloodflow

twice

THIS IS MADNESS

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Still in progress, but what the hell, I might as well link it here.

Bloodflow (Avengers-era AU, eventual Thor/Loki, R)

Written for the norsekink meme, for a prompt that involved Loki landing in Earth’s past after his fall from the Bifrost, getting captured and experimented on by the government, locked away, and eventually rescued after Thor joins the Avengers.  I ended up tossing in a bit of weird headcanon that the boy and I came up with after watching the Cap movie.

Lots and lots of angst and Loki-whump.  I may be having too much fun with it.

(Link goes to the first part on my LJ.  Links to the other parts are over there.)