[prompt me] – I have plenty in my inbox now, thank you!
Why, you certainly may!
Jotunn Loki AU because I can’t stop won’t stop, nsfw
Thor had never looked forward to entertaining the delegation from Jotunheim, and though Laufey’s youngest, Loki, had turned up this time instead of Helblindi, the crown prince, he hadn’t seen any reason why this visit would be any different. But then it had become apparent that Loki was as disagreeable as he was beautiful, and Thor had changed his opinion. It was definitely worse.
There have been plenty of veiled and not-so-veiled insults throughout the day, but Thor has remained diplomatic and kept a firm reign on his tongue. His patience is nearing its end by the afternoon, however, when they join the palace guard outside at the training yards to observe a sparring match.
Loki is asked for a small demonstration of Jotunn fighting techniques, and after flinging a handful of icy blades (conjured from thin air) at a nearby target and missing Thor’s face by only the smallest of margins, he says, “Perhaps the god of thunder will grace me with a display of his own skills.”
Thor is only too happy to oblige him.
The blast of thunder and lightning that Thor calls down is more for show than anything, flashy, but not powerful enough to do much damage, and if he’d let it strike close enough to Loki to give him a little jolt, well… accidents happen.
It shouldn’t have hurt him (too badly), and so when he lets out a yelp, red eyes wide and mouth gaping open, Thor panics. Perhaps he’d misjudged… but before he can begin to apologize, Loki excuses himself and rushes back into the palace.
So it hadn’t started out innocently, exactly, but it wasn’t as though Thor had expected this particular outcome.
“Norns, do that again…”
Not that he’s complaining.
He’d tracked Loki down a little while after the initial incident, intent on making sure he was alright (and wouldn’t be sending his older brother back with an invading army), and when Loki had seized him by the arm and dragged him into his guest suite, he’d been ready for a fight.
Loki shoving him up against the wall and kissing him senseless had, therefore, been quite a shock. But Thor had caught on soon enough.
They’ve relocated to the bed now, their clothes strewn across the floor, and for the life of him, Thor can’t think of one good reason for never having tried this before.
“Oh! Oh, fuck—there—”
Loki is tight and hot around three of his fingers, but his other hand is wrapped around Mjolnir’s handle. And while he isn’t the one on the receiving end of the little pulsing shocks he’s administering, it’s clear from the noises Loki is making, the high color in his cheeks, and the slick pooling on his stomach from his dripping cock that this is something Thor should have thought of a long, long time ago.
… And he starts to wonder how else he might apply this.
The groan that Loki chokes out at the first touch of Thor’s tongue to his cock is good, but then he lets the current flow through it, the same as his fingers, and Loki flat out sobs.
“More,” is all he can manage to say, and since Thor is supposed to be entertaining him, he doesn’t see how he can possibly refuse.
Only moments after he closes his lips around the head of Loki’s cock and sucks in earnest, tonguing the bundle of nerves just below the tip and giving him a slightly stronger shock, Loki digs his fingers into Thor’s hair and comes with a shout.
One last little arc of electricity trails off between them as Thor draws back, licking his lips, and he finally lets go of Mjolnir.
“Was that enough for you?” he asks, slightly arrogant, but surely he’s earned that, since Loki is limp against the sheets, chest heaving, lips bitten dark blue.
“Almost,” Loki pants, and Thor frowns—but only for a moment, because Loki adds, “Let me catch my breath. I want to find out if you can do it with your cock, as well.”
It was early in the morning when the two parties met at the border between Jotunheim and Asgard. The sun was just beginning to rise and the snow sparkled under it’s weak beams. There was a beautiful harshness to the scene, something that would be captured later in paintings and sketches.
Thor came with his attendants, with an entourage of servants. They came on horse back, each and every one of them. There was even a scribe there, hastily recording this historic moment for future sagas and to report back to the King.
Thor’s betrothed arrived escorted by soldiers.
Between the towering figures of his guards, he looked even smaller and younger than Thor knew him to be.
Thor smiled at him.
Loki scowled back.
Thor wondered how he would feel if he was in Loki’s place, if he was the one being made to leave his homeland. Loki was only fourteen, a child really, although Thor was not much older than him at seventeen. It was cruel to put so much on their shoulders, to require them to unite their Kingdoms and bring a stop to an unwinnable war.
Thor had only seen Loki once before, when their betrothal was announced. Loki had bared his fangs at him then. He did it again now.
It would have been frightening on a full-grown Jotun.
On Loki it was oddly endearing.
He reminded Thor of a kitten trying to defend itself. Loki postured, attempting to intimidate him, but he did not have the bulk or the ferocity to pull it off. Thor suspected that was the reason they had been betrothed to each other. Loki was a Jotun runt. No Asgardian would find him fearsome.
Loki took a step towards the boundary, but a large hand clamped down on his shoulder, stopping him.
One of his guards spoke in a low voice, his words lost to Thor.
Loki’s eyes widened and the color drained from his face. He shook his head, but the guard’s grip only tightened, fingers digging in.
“What’s happening?” Thor asked quietly, turning his head to direct his question to Sif.
She stood beside him, her face stoic.
Thor was supposed to accept Loki here at the border and escort him back to Asgard. That was what Thor knew. Loki was coming to live with them, to stay in Asgard until he came of age, then he and Thor would marry. That was the plan as Thor understood it, but looking at Sif’s face, he realized that there was something of this plan he had not been told.
“Prince Loki is leaving all of Jotunheim behind,” she said, keeping her eyes trained on the horizon.
Thor looked back at Loki in confusion. The meaning behind Sif’s words dawned on him as he saw Loki resignedly removing his clothing, his movements slow and his fingers trembling.
Loki was to cross over the border naked, to come to Thor in subjugation.
Thor felt bile rise in his throat. He could not imagine being in Loki’s place, could not imagine having all these people watching his humiliation, having one of them recording it for the ages. Thor knew it would have been his own father who requested this, who would have insisted on humbling the Jotun Prince.
Loki couldn’t come to Thor as an equal. Odin had seen to that. He had ensured that with this one action he stripped Loki of his standing. This would be the story people would tell of the day Prince Loki crossed the border to Asgard.
Thor found himself shaking.
Furious, unthinking, he reached for the clasp of his cloak.
“Thor!” Sif hissed at him, but he didn’t listen.
It was freezing and Thor’s shaking now had more to do with the cold than rage, but he undressed, leaving Sif with his clothes and walked across the border to join Loki’s side.
Loki looked up at him with wide eyes, taking in all of him. Thor hoped he approved of what he saw.
“I would not ask my future husband to do anything I would not do myself,” he said, offering his hand to Loki.
He pointedly did not look at Loki’s own nude form. He kept his eyes trained on Loki’s face.
Shyly, Loki placed his hand in Thor’s.
They crossed the border together, hand in hand, naked and smiling; Thor a beaming smile that threatening to out do the weak morning sun, Loki a smaller, softer smile, but one that Thor still noted all the same.
When they reached the Asgardian side, Thor took his cloak from Sif and throw it around Loki’s shoulders, hiding him from the assembly.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice low and pitched for Loki alone to hear.
Loki tugged the cloak tight around him, watching Thor with his large, dark eyes. There were no bared teeth now, no sneers. He seemed awed and Thor found himself warmed despite the chill of the snow under his feet.
**
Odin berated Thor until the windows rattled and the ground shook, but Thor did not care.
He knew his father had wanted to make Loki a symbol, to show the other realms that Asgard had gained mastery over the proud Jotuns, but Thor was not interesting in playing his father’s games.
He was the one who Loki would be married to and he would not have Loki made to feel like a conquered prize.
Their marriage would be a partnership, not a battlefield.
Title:All Seasons Shall Be Sweet to Thee Chapter: 6 of 10 Rating: Explicit (later) Relationship: Thor/Loki Word Count: 3948 (21,678 so far) Tags: Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Intersex Loki (Marvel), Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, vague politics, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Explicit in later chapters
Summary: As part of their terms of surrender at the end of the war with Asgard, Jotunheim has been closed off from the rest of the Nine Realms for the last millennium. When the time comes to lift the sanctions, a diplomatic exchange is proposed, and Loki is chosen as the ambassador to Asgard. But first, he’s got to play host to Odin’s emissary, Thor.
Chapter 6: In which Loki finally arrives in Asgard, just in time for Yule.
WIP fanart for an amazing, lovely Thorki fic called The Prince of the Grotto! It’s a hilarious, heartwarming, heartwrenching fic about an unloved Jotun Loki trying to win the heart of the mysterious, ‘nameless’ adventurer Thor (who may or may not secretly be the prince of Asgard). I very much recommend it!
Thank you to @langsunfinishedfic for writing this lovely story, I’m sad to see it end but so happy to have read it 🙂
Loki is the Philosopher King 
