“Is there a reason you are naked in my bed?”
Thor cracked his eye open. His brother stood at the bedside with his hands on his hips and his mouth drawn into an exasperated moue.
“I was tired.” Thor closed his eye again.
“You have your own bed.”
“It was too far away.”
“And your clothes?”
Thor yawned. “Dirty from riding. Didn’t want to muss your bedding.”
He heard Loki huff.
“Did you leave your muddy boots on my rug again?”
“…maybe?” He yelped when Loki pinched his bare bottom, hard, then rolled onto his back and pillowed his head on his arms and gave an exaggerated glance down at the hard length jutting against his belly. “If you prefer, I can go warm Sif’s bed,” he drawled, “although you might miss my c–”
“Enough, you rotten thing,” Loki said, cutting him off, but Thor was already reaching for his hand and Loki let himself be drawn down to the bed willingly enough. “You think you can just pop in for a tumble whenever you like,” he grumbled, tilting his head away so Thor could mouth at his neck.
“Mmm,” Thor agreed, parting the neck of Loki’s tunic to lick at the dip between his collarbones.
“But you can’t.”
“Uh-huh.” Thor silenced him with a kiss. Loki sighed into his mouth as Thor palmed him through his leggings.
“It’s…not…ahhh.”
After that there were no more words for a long while, and Loki put his tongue to better uses than lying.
72. “Is there a reason you are naked in my bed?”
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Loki is the Philosopher King 