fairy-changeling:

“I don’t need your protection.”

Thor looked him up and down. He was skinny, pale, too young and too fragile to be in a place like this. He was pretty too, with his pouting mouth and large green eyes. He’d look even better after a shower with the grime and grease washed out of his hair. 

“Yeah? Because there are a lot of guys in here who are going to want to break your ass in.”

The kid stiffened, but he didn’t let his haughty look drop.

“I’ll be fine,” he said.

Thor patted the spot next to him on his bunk.

“I won’t hurt you. I don’t want anything from you. I’m just offering you my protection. It’s what I’m good at.”

“I heard,” the kid said, but he slunk down next to Thor, pulling his long legs up to his chest like a shield. “You were an enforcer, right? For the Odinsons? The guard told me.”

“You’re chatty,” Thor said. 

It wasn’t a compliment. 

He manhandled them so they were lying on the bunk, his chest pressed to the kid’s back, his hips to the guy’s ass. Then he grabbed the blanket and threw it over them. Anyone who looked in would think Thor was making use of his pretty new cellmate.

“What’s your name?” he asked. He couldn’t keep calling him the kid.

“Loki.”

“So, you know what I did Loki, what did you do?” Thor asked.

Loki turned his head, looking at him over his shoulder. His smile was disquieting.

“I killed my boyfriend,” he said, so casually that it made the hairs on the back of Thor’s neck stand on end. “Took over his operation. Brought in more drugs, more girls. Ran it all through this nightclub, Sakaar.”

His green eyes sparkled as he looked at Thor.

“You know, I could use a man like you, Thor. I am going to own this place and you could be my right hand man.”

“And what are you offering in return?” Thor asked.

Loki ground down against him, pushing his pert little ass right up against Thor’s cock.

“Me,” he said.