It was, without a doubt, the sweetest, sexiest kiss he had ever experienced. So very different than … well, everything—an advance and quick withdrawal then another slow approach as their noses brushed and they breathed each other in and their lips skated together, parted, met—each move a silent question and response, May I? Yes. Are you sure? Yes. I love you. I know. I’ve needed this so long. Dear lord, me too.
Ah, they payoff finally arrives–here is the fluffy smut (the flut? the smuff? what exactly should we call it? whatever–enjoy!)
Thank you again (and again) to @incredifishface for her always-spot-on revision suggestions. Thanks also to @icybluepenguin for some perfect character analysis and advice on this last chapter, especially. This was my very first *serious* Loki/Thor piece–I was very nervous about posting sommething in a fandom so filled with truly amazing writers, so I am grateful for their help and support.
Look back in Anger (waiting so long)
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Archive of Our Own
Loki is the Philosopher King 