Oh my god, thank you so much! This is one of the loveliest compliments I’ve ever received. At the end of the day, what I’m hoping to do is create little new worlds with my writing – world which people want to read and explore, and worlds peopled with characters that are interesting.
[NSFW, dirty talk, this was probably not the direction this was supposed to go in, but w/e!]
Thor arches up on the bed, his back bowing and his head pressed against the pillow. The sheet is rucked up underneath him, and his nails have torn holes through its thin surface. The air is full of his panting breaths, but they are not loud enough to cover up Loki’s voice.
“Had enough?” he whispers, insistent, soft, sounding just as calm as he did two hours ago. Loki doesn’t wait for Thor’s answer. “Such a pretty slut you are, Thor. Squirming on your bed for me, fingering yourself for me for hours. I bet you haven’t even thought of stopping.”
Thor whimpers, his ass clenching around his own fingers as he spreads them wide. It has been so long, so long since Loki told him to open himself up, and all Thor has had is the sound of Loki’s voice. It is almost enough to make him come, but not quite.
“You love this, Thor, don’t you?” Loki shifts, and when Thor tosses his head to one side and scrapes open his eyes, he sees that Loki has spread his legs wider to accommodate the bulge in his trousers. He’s still fully dressed, even as Thor writhes naked on the bed.
“Don’t answer,” Loki tells him. “You don’t have to. I know what’s going through your head. Nothing. Just need, and want, and lust. I know you, Thor. You’re mine, my brother, my love, and no one will ever know you better. My beautiful slut, and you’ll do anything for me, won’t you?”
Thor nods, head bobbing out of his control as he drives his fingers in harder, faster. All he can do is listen to Loki’s voice, arch towards Loki’s hands, moan at Loki’s command.
“Are you ready to come?” Loki asks. Then he shakes his head. “Of course you aren’t. Not yet. A good toy like you needs a good while with his ass played with. You need to fall apart begging for it, don’t you?”
Thor swallows. His cock is so hard it aches, his whole body shivers with pleasure, and yet he doesn’t stop fucking himself. Loki is driving him mad with his whispers, but Thor is certain by now that this is a madness he will thoroughly enjoy.
Thor stands on the edge of a wide field, staring at the fresh mound of earth in front of him. Grass has not yet worked its way up across the sides of the new hill, and instead the barrow is bare dirt and a heavy stone door.
“Who is this grave for?” Thor asks, turning to the man beside him.
“My daughter, Þrúða. She fell to Hela’s hand. There was no body.”
Thor swings all the way to him, setting his hands on the man’s shoulders and looking straight at him with his one good eye.
“She died a hero and has found her place in Valhalla,” he assures the man. A squeeze to his shoulders, and then Thor turns away. He makes his way off the field, down the narrow track through the woods to New Asgard’s houses of rough-hewn stone. By the time he pushes open the door to the longhouse, his cheeks are wet.
Loki greets him at the door to their room.
“Another one?” he asks.
“I did not know so many were left to mourn,” Thor answers, sitting down in his armchair. Loki comes with him, curling into Thor’s lap and resting his arm across Thor’s shoulders. Thor takes him by the waist, holding on tight, as if by keeping Loki close, he can keep close all that they have lost.
“There will always be people left to mourn,” Loki mutters. “But we cannot spend our lives mulling over what we have lost. Trust me, I know.”
Thor looks at him, full in the face, and nods. He brushes his lips lightly over his brother’s, and nods once again. They have lost much, but they have gained much as well. Thor will not forget it.
Loki wakes up with a start. The sky is blue above him, and the wind blows across his skin. He rolls to one side. Beneath him, the ground is damp and clammy, and when he digs his fingers in to push himself up, they dig deep into its soft surface.
It’s only then that Loki notices Thor. His brother kneels beside him, head bent over and hands on his knees. The wet ground is just between them. The puddle is a puddle of tears.
“You mourned,” Loki says, his voice cracking in the cold air.
Thor looks up. His eyes are rimmed with red and his face grimy. He reaches out a dirty hand to Loki and cups his cheek, tracing his thumb across Loki’s jaw and then winding his fingers through Loki’s hair. For a moment, he only stares at Loki. Then he nods.
“I always do,” he whispers.
“I never knew,” Loki says, and Thor’s eyes fill with tears again. Loki leans in, and presses their foreheads together. He takes a deep breath, and fills his lungs with Thor’s sighed exhale. “But now, now I do know, Thor. And I will not let it happen again.”
It’s a promise he can’t keep, but here, in the cold and the dark, drowning in a sea of Thor’s sorrow, it’s a promise he has to make.
As usual, anyone is free to use these if they like!
• Bare skin on damp ground • Deafening beat of a bloody heart • “No one sings while they burn to death.” • Milky-eyed stare, blank but knowing • The sickly-sweet scent of dying flowers and decay • “They say she sold her soul to a dark god.” • Sun-bleached bones, picked clean • Lips the color of a violent death • “Those are not a cat’s eyes…” • A sprig of hemlock twirled between fingers • The numbness of fear clawing its way inside • “Who is the grave for?” • Pouring unfamiliar potions into bottles of fogged glass • A maze of empty tunnels • “Shh. Wait for The Singing to pass.” • If they wept for him, he couldn’t hear it. • Seeking revenge for denial of flesh • “Something has been following us for awhile now.” • Driven mad by the whispers • Fleeing spiders their only warning • “Living things can haunt too.”
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