UNRELIABLE NARRATOR
a loki-centric thorki fanmix
by tyrotheterrible

01. Snow Patrol – “The Lightning Strike (i) - What If This Storm Ends”
02. 10 Years – “Through the Iris”
03. Paramore – “Decode”
04. Drowning Pool – “37 Stitches”
05. AFI – “The Leaving Song, Pt. 2”
06. Slipknot – “Snuff”
07. Disturbed – “Crucified”
08. Puscifer – “The Undertaker”
09. KoRn – “Ever Be”
10. Breaking Benjamin – “Lights Out”
11. Schwein – “You’re My Disease”
12. A Perfect Circle – “Thinking of You”
13. Angelspit – “Make You Sin”
14. Tool – “Stinkfist”
15. Serj Tankian – “Elect the Dead”

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All the prompt fics I've written, all in one place [Loki/Thor, T to NC-17] →

I’ve still got one more sitting in the wings that I haven’t done yet (and two other prompts that I’ll do later), but here’s the link regardless.  Have fun, kiddies.

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I JUST WANT TO WRITE ALL THE NORDIC INCEST PORN OKAY

GAH

guys give me kink prompts or something I want to write filthy smut about our favorite notbrothers

yes good this is a plan

GIVE ME THORKI SMUT PROMPTS AND I WILL WRITE SOME FLASHFILLS

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“So demanding, brother,” Loki purrs into Thor’s ear, lips brushing the shell, and the sibilants make the proud warrior beneath him jerk and arch. “Always so certain that you will have what you want.”

Thor’s arms strain against the whisper-thin spellstrands that bind them, stretch them up and over his head and pin them together near the headboard—all his might, all his strength, constrained by a few strings of green light wrapped around his wrists and ankles and a sigil traced in the air with a fingertip. It leaves the core of him open—exposed—vulnerable—just as Loki wishes it. No matter how his muscles tense, pull, shudder, he cannot break those slender green streaks, nor lift the anchor that holds them down.

“Such a greedy little thing you are. Selfish. Caring only for your own desires.”

YAY IT’S FINALLY DONE

Go read it on LJ or AO3.  DO IT.

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Distractions →

ngl, I love this particular kind of scenario.

Also, magic bondage = yes.

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Pressure →

Okay so I’ve read this fic like eight times.

I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF IT.

Now that is a gaze that would unman a Frost Giant. o_o

brodinsons:

kris-and-jen:

Freezing!

..yes

oh christ their faces I can’t

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brodinsons:

for helmetsexual & anshinwrites~

Being wounded in battle is something Thor considers honorable. Being wounded by his brother’s throwing knives in a sparring match is something else entirely.

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sweet holy mother of fuck

brodinsons:

for icoulduseinsouciantmaybe, 7ns, and sexualbutthorn666~

“Brother, ple-“

Loki cuts him off by gripping Thor’s golden hair in his long fingers and forcing him to incline his head. “Quiet, Thor,” he murmurs.

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assguard:

All right. I honestly have no idea what I’m doing with this. but I will try to continue it…with more Loki angst and a lot more whores. whoop. 

Nothing More (Loki/Thor ; R)

In the darkness, things are different. Beneath the dim lights, pale blonde hair turns the brightest of gold, soft and sleek under his fingers. Shadows create fierce contours; make slim backs appear muscular, feel heavy as he runs his nails along them. In the darkness, he rises up to his element, all trickery and deceit, imagination and desire, and everything feels real. As long as he believes, it is real. 

But only for the moment. 

Thor lets out a low moan and licks a hot streak down the length of Loki’s thigh. Loki closes his eyes and digs his hands further into the blonde locks, and lets out a breathy gasp. He guides him to the tip of his cock and his breath hitches as Thor engulfs him whole, all lips and tongue, slick and hot.

Brother!

The word almost rips out of Loki’s chest as the heat in his groin mounts and he clenches his jaw before throwing his head back. 

It’s too much. He can feel Thor’s moans reverberate into his cock and the sensation makes him shudder. Brother!

There is a small pop as he pulls away and a rough, “My lord,” snaps Loki back into reality.

And just like that, everything is ruined. This grand illusion all shattered and destroyed because a whore cannot keep his mouth shut.

Loki grabs a fist full of the boy’s hair, and pulls him up to face him, angered, eyes flashing. For a moment, he takes in the pale white of his skin, the long eyelashes, the red glistening of the lips that have just pleasured him beyond anything. 

He looks towards the frightened face of the boy on his lap, crouched on his knees, naked except for the scarlet sheets that drape around his calves and he falters. The reality of it is like a douse of cold water. It is not Thor, merely a whore. Loki’s eyebrows furrow at the brown irises at look at him, wide and scared. He briefly wonders what had made him think this boy was good enough to purchase. This is not real. No matter what he does, it can never be real. No amount of magic or trickery or play with light can make it what it is not. 

“M-my lord,” the boy says again, this time barely above a whisper. He’s noticed the change in Loki’s face, the glazed look in his eyes and rightfully, he is frightened.

Loki’s releases his grip and the blonde hair slithers out through his fingers. 

“A-are you displeased— shall I—”

“Leave me.” Loki leans against the back of his chair, suddenly weary. 

“I— yes, of course,” the boy says hurriedly and begins to pick up his robes. He quickly slips the robe on and throws a cautious look over his shoulder before bending into a low bow.

“Leave.” Loki says once again and his command rings in the silence of room. 

With the heavy thud of the closing doors, Loki is left in the silence of his chambers. With a wave of his hand, he extinguishes the flickering candles and engulfs himself in darkness.

yanagoya:

Weeeeeeeeeeeeell.

This is Yo’s fault. Not mine. 

welp