There’s been a common theme throughout most of these smut fills, and that is “Fucking in Places We Shouldn’t Be Fucking.” I am absolutely delighted to conclude this round of prompts with more and in an official capacity.
18th Century, Historical AU, nsfw, 1300 words (woops)
Also, crossdressing.
When his brother had started down this path, Thor hadn’t understood. But the first time he’d seen Loki standing there in a shift, clinging and sheer enough to leave nothing to the imagination, and silk stockings held in place with garters at his knees, he had gotten used to the idea pretty quickly. “Help me with my stays,” Loki had said, holding out a corset and reaching for his petticoat, but they hadn’t gotten to that until some time later, since Thor had taken it from him, tossed it onto a nearby chair, and then carried him to bed.
But never until Thor had told him breathlessly one day, “I wish everyone could see you like this, and know you’re mine,” taking him from behind over the foot of his bed, Loki’s skirts rucked up in a cloud of silk and lace around them, had they ever entertained the idea of Loki leaving the house dressed this way. He hadn’t so much as set foot out the back door in one of his gowns, even though their garden was lined in high walls and hedges to maintain their privacy.
Loki had cried out and made a mess of his petticoats at that, but it had still taken nearly a year to convince him to try it.
Loki is the Philosopher King 