Tags (for this chapter): grandthorki (in which Grandmaster makes Thor and Loki do sexual deeds, even though they not into each other like that), lotsa kissing, voyeurism, frostmaster (but moreso in the first chapter)
Warnings: Super dubcon, probably noncon. Use of the word “rape” once. Check tags for more warnings.
Note: Lol this is a lot less fucked up than I thought it was yesterday, oops, but I still wanna say be nice to Thor in this chapter, he’s doing his best. T_T
After untying his brother’s wrists, Loki rushed to the bathroom and locked himself inside. It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t large and luxurious either. Golden tiles spanned the length of the floor, complimented by the dark red paint of the walls. The lights were dim, but the walls of the bath and the toilet were clean. An upgrade from their last room—he stopped himself from thinking about it.
Most importantly, the solitude washed through him like a breath of fresh air. He spent long seconds filling and emptying his lungs and allowing his jaw to work out the aching and his face to fall into its natural, empty state. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand until they stung. He smoothed back his hair.
From beyond the door, Loki could hear glasses shattering and furniture cracking and Thor roaring with each loud eruption of noise. He thought that maybe, he should go out there before Thor destroyed all of their furniture—but the thought sank dormant into his mind.
They’ve have been re-captured for weeks, and the Grandmaster is starting to ask probing questions about Loki’s past. Loki finds himself caught between saving them both from Thor’s temper and protecting his deepest secret (and shame).
Tags: frostmaster, grandthorki (in which the grandmaster forces Thor and Loki, as bros, to do sexual things), thor&loki
Warning: hard dubcon, noncon, mutually nonconny thorki
When they arrived on Sakaar, the sun was setting on the horizon. Loki gauged the its descent by the patches of pink and purple along the polished floor—patches that were broken by the shadows of their footsteps. They left dark stretches of gray winding all the way up the walls, as the Grandmaster led them to their new quarters.
A few feet away, Thor walked with his head ducked and his eyes dulled. His wrists were bound in a leathery cord, tethered to the Grandmaster’s grip. It was a precaution after yesterday, when Thor had worked himself into such a rage that he’d assaulted one of the Grandmaster’s guests and left a dent in the thick metal wall of their room. At least, he’d been cognizant enough not to attack or threaten the Grandmaster himself.
Loki counted that as a blessing.
Because while his own hands were free, he was not. He was trapped. Pinned between his captor and his brother, where leaning too close to one would inevitably alienate the other.
On a day like this, when he’d been brought to a planet he had hoped to never to step foot on again, he was grateful that Thor was silent. Not dragging his feet nor childishly yanking his wrists nor drawing attention to himself at all. Rare were these moments. When Loki could fall into a daze, tempered only by the occasional nod or one-word response to the Grandmaster’s rambling. Where he could vacate the scene and leave Thor to his own devices.
He was tired. It had only been weeks, but he didn’t know how much more he could take.
The chains dug into his wrists, but Loki barely registered the pain. There were more immediate concerns.
Such as how Thor had him pinned down and prone. Or the shredding of his clothing by each of Thor’s fistfuls. Or how his baleful threats went ignored even as they later diluted into desperate pleas and much later resigned silence; interrupted only by the painful sound of tearing fabric and his sharp sobs, muffled by the pillow he’s burying his face into as he half-hoped to suffocate himself dead faster than Thor could strip off his diminishing layers.
Loki lashed out with an infuriated kick as Thor’s weight shifted to discard the tattered remains of his breeches; but being able to see nothing from his position the kick maimed only air and his blistered pride. ”Stop resisting,” Thor commanded, pinning his flailing legs down again. “I rather fancy your legs and it would be a pain to break them.”
“Charming, Brother,” Loki managed a breathless snarl. “Is that how you persuade your wenches to lie still long enough for you?”
Thor chuckled darkly as he ran coarse fingers along the mouthwateringly pale skin of his brother’s backside. “I treat my women with reverence. As for my wench…” Bending down, he sunk greedy teeth into the soft, succulent buttocks and lapped wildly with a ravenous tongue at the already very moist crevice between them; smugly pausing when a long, shuddering gasp escaped Loki. “I don’t think he needs persuading at all.”
Loki would usually shoot mocking praises to such a rare display of wit from Thor, but now was a particularly unusual moment and he had naught but silent curses. “You will pay for this,” Loki hissed through clenched teeth, each syllable coated with as much venom as he could muster. “I shall remember this day, and by the sharpest of the Gjöll I will make you pay tenfold.”
Thor growled in retort–all business now–and roughly clasped the back of Loki’s neck in a massive, choking grip; effectively silencing the smaller brother as he shoved those endless legs apart with an impatient knee.
“You will remember only the arc of my length and the heat of my seed when I’m done,” Thor’s voice had dipped alarmingly low and Loki felt a feverish chest pressing against his cold, damp back before a heated breath caressed his ear. “They will be sternly taught to you until you’re well learned.”
‘dubcon’ is a fic genre where a victim’s consent to a sexual situation is questionable. Tropes that fall into this category include: sex pollen, ‘aliens made them do it’, drunk sex, fics that start out noncon but the victim enthusiastically consents partway through, and many others.
In a real world situation, if a person is incapable of consenting or doesn’t agree to a sex act the whole way through it, it’s rape.
While ‘dubious consent’ cannot possibly describe a real life situation of any kind, the word ‘dubcon’ has very specific connotations within the realm of fanfiction. Like its close sister ‘noncon’, it is a safe word used to describe a variety of rape fantasies without using the word ‘rape’, which both protects the creators of these works and protects survivors who are looking for these kinds of fics from having to look at a word with such strong connotations.
‘why not just call it all noncon then?’ because dubcon communicates one or two very specific mindsets of the victims:
their mind is altered by some outside force to cause them to desire participating in sexual acts
during the sexual situation they are in a state of consent
The situation may not be real-world levels of consenting, but the victim is not perceiving themselves as a victim; they desire the sex act. In noncon, the implication is the opposite: the victim is not desiring the sex act. Being able to tell the two genres of fictional rape apart is extremely important for anyone looking for a fic in that genre to read, particularly for survivors. Knowing the mindset of the victim(s) can be the difference between a safe fantasy and a triggering (or perhaps just squicky) experience.
‘Dubcon contributes to the mindset that victims can be ‘made to like it!’’ No: it’s a safe way to interact with a concept that real world rape culture forces on all of us. It arises from the same narrative, but as the situation is entirely fictional, it actually returns the power to the reader to choose whether or not they are enjoying it. And by openly acknowledging that the situation is not truly consensual, the label ‘dubcon’ actually increases awareness of this gray area’s moral and real life implications.
If you don’t like it, that’s okay: nobody has to like anything. Many people are squicked by non- and dub-con works. But words are important, and very specific warnings and tags protect people from harm. And isn’t that all we all want?
tl;dr: dubcon doesn’t exist in the real world, but it’s an important label for fanficcers and their readers everywhere.
After reading dubcon fanfic, I went looking for it in mainstream erotica and found there was no dubcon tag or label. It was not until I started reading paranormal romance (which is traditional romance with vampires and were-people) that I found a closer parallel.
Lbr a lot of mainstream romance books and movies feature dubcon without making this distinction – they act like dubcon is normal and romantic and nbd, and that is way more morally dubious than a lot of things read in fanfic
Tagging makes all the difference in the world. If you’ve tagged something “dubcon” or “rape/non-con,” that means you know the actions portrayed are morally bad, and you’re making the reader aware of it, and aware of the fact that you know. Horror movies are called horror movies because we all know the depicted events are horrible; no one assumes that horror movie fans endorse torture and murder. Tagging conventions make explicit the mutual understanding that we – a community mostly of women and/or afab folk – are often turned on by fictional scenarios that are morally bad, and that would be completely horrific in real life. And maybe it’s because of conditioning by rape culture, and sometimes it’s a coping mechanism for survivors, or maybe it’s just because human sexuality is really fucking weird (pun sort of intended).
The assumption of anti-kink culture is (as I understand it) that dubcon/non-con and power-exchange kinks are symptoms, expressions, and perpetuations of rape culture. Even if that’s true, and all kinks would disappear once rape culture was abolished, it would do a lot more good and less harm to address the problem at its source – by promoting widespread education about consent; by fighting mainstream depictions of dubcon and the predator/prey model of sex and romance as normal and desirable – than to attack a small, vulnerable population whose (supposedly) twisted predilections reflect the way they have been indoctrinated into a system of which they are the intended victims. Kinky fanfic and fanart are not the problem; they are, if anything, symptoms of the problem, and according to their own ideology, anti-kink people are blaming and attacking people for being sick rather than fighting the actual disease. Which is, as you know, the standard right-wing approach to homelessness, poverty, and racial oppression.
Loki is the Philosopher King 