Loki’s path led them towards the bath houses. Thor wanted to make his presence known so that they may go together, but he knew that the chances of Loki assenting to such a good idea were slim, and he contented himself with distant watching.
Loki disappeared into a side room for a moment. He emerged several moments later wearing a white, slightly translucent bathrobe made of silky velvet. The sheer whiteness gave his pale skin a little colour, and Thor thought Loki never looked more beautiful than he did now in the rather revealing garment. Thor could not deny his effeminacy, because as Loki undressed to step into the warm waters by his toes, the way he slipped the soft material off his shoulders and let it float to the marble floor was more delicately done than the Goddess of Beauty herself could do, and the slow, deliberate movements were sensual beyond belief. His smooth and sculpted figure was slowly revealed as the bathrobe sighed to the ground, laying in a fluffy white cloud by his feet. It was all Thor could manage to keep breathing behind the pillar from which he spied.
The siren – Thor might as well call him that – slipped into the waters, head and all, making hardly a ripple, and rose a second later like a raven-haired mermaid. The sheen of water gave the pale skin it coated a glow that lured Thor like a moth to light.
A blurb from a Thorki fic I’m currently working on. Hopefully I’ll have the motivation to finish it. OTLAlso, please check out my other blog!
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(Based on Bath of Psyche by Sir Frederic Leighton)
Loki is the Philosopher King 