lokipositivity:
thor and loki uhhhh trapped in a very confined space and all they can think about is their bodies flush against one another and each other’s panicked little breaths. trying to shift around to free themselves, or at least make things less awkward (because this is definitely, totally a situation they want to get out of as soon as possible) but freezing, horrified when they realise they’re both hard. eventually they can’t help themselves but they can barely move at all so they just grind into one another until they come
“In!”
“There’s not enough ro-”
“In!” It was the last escape pod, and Loki dragged his inconveniently large brother in with him, crammed together chest to chest. The pod sealed, and ejected, only moments before the ship exploded.
They were both silent for long moments, hearts pounding, adrenaline still racing through them, as they slowly calmed, slowly realized they were out of danger. Their ship would be along to pick them up soon. It was now only a waiting game.
Thor shifted, and every inch of it rubbed them together. “Sorry.” he murmured.
Loki tried to pull away, to create a little space, or at least find a way that didn’t fit them quite so… intimately together.
He turned his head, to at least not be staring directly at Thor, but that only left him empty space to look at, and he jerked his head quickly away. Thor’s shoulder was safe to look at! A perfectly good shoulder! Quite an excellent shoulder, actually!
Thor put a hand on his hip, trying to rearrange them, and Loki could barely jerk away. “Hey!”
The computer dinged, and announced that with twice as much life support to maintain, it was going into emergency power saving mode. The lights cut off.
Loki gasped in horror, at the now inescapable sight of space, surrounding him, empty and vast and cold and-
“Loki?” Thor’s whisper was uncertain, his hand on his shoulder. Loki realized he had grabbed onto Thor, and buried his face against his chest.
Humiliating. But when he tried to pull away, panic overtook him again.
It was so big. There were no words for it. There was nothing, nothing, noth-
“Loki?”
He tried to answer. It came out as a whimper.
“It’s fine! We’re fine! Valkyrie will be picking us up in a few hours.”
Hours. Years. Time. Meaningless. Nonexistent, in such a void. He tried to scream and there was no sound there was nothing there was-
“LOKI!” Thor slammed against him in their tiny pod, jerking him against the solid, real metal at his back. Loki stared at Thor, lit dimly by the awful stars, and it finally occurred to him that his screams had made a sound this time, that he was not drifting completely alone. He tightened his grip on Thor, still horrified.
“Real?”
“Yes.” Thor was solid and warm and strong. “Yes, I’m real.”
Loki kept his eyes fixed on him, desperately, like looking away would end this hallucination. “Thor!”
“Yes. Shh, brother, you are safe.”
Thor held him – not that he had much of a choice, as pressed together as they were – and stroked him and made soothing noises, and Loki slowly relaxed, slowly let panic seep out of him. He let his brother’s hands, massaging slow circles on the back of his neck, and the small of his back, hypnotize him. He let himself be lost in the pure creature comfort of body and touch, drank it in, and felt Thor relax as well.
He wasn’t sure when they became aroused. He simply gradually became aware that they were both, unmistakably, hard. He could feel a tension in Thor, as Thor tried not to press it so directly against him, and he flushed, and tried to squirm his hips away.
There really wasn’t an away to go to. They could trap their dicks tightly between them, or loosely.
Nor could he distract himself. Thor was his only anchor to sanity. Any time he caught a glimpse out the corner of his eye of… he felt himself start to unravel. He kept himself focused tightly on Thor, on the reality of Thor touching him.
Again, they both tried to squirm their hips into slightly less horrifically awkward arrangements. Squirming did not at all help.
Oh, but it did! It was a welcome, needed distraction!
In the tiny space they had, Loki embraced this guilty, delicious feeling. He slid his hand slowly from Thor’s shoulder, to his hip, and gave an encouraging press, as he pushed his own hips forward.
Thor froze.
“Loki!”
Loki ground his hips forward, pushed his whole body forward, needy and longing. “Distract me!” he whispered. A plea. A filthy offer. A wicked seduction. It was so dark. So still and quiet, except for the press of their bodies together. Loki’s lips found Thor’s ear, and brushed teasingly over his sensitive skin. “Distract me, brother!”
“Loki….” His voice was a warning growl, but his hips pressed against Loki, matching him.
“You can blame me.” Loki breathed, working his hand into Thor’s hair. “Am I not the god of tricks? Blame me, denounce your ruffled hair and stained clothes as products of my sorcery. Only do not leave me alone with my thoughts. Not here, brother. Do not make me bear the depths of space alone. Not again.”
Thor growled, blaming him already. But his hips pressed closer, his hands firmer.
“Yes, yes!” Loki breathed, urgent in the dark. “Yes, brother!” Air, touch, warmth, solid muscle against him!
“I’m here.” Thor was holding him, gripping him, like he was precious. “I’m here, brother. I have you.” And then, as both their thrusts became frantic, became desperate, he said it again, sounding less like reassurance, and more like a claim. “I have you!”
“Don’t let go!” Orgasm was near; he couldn’t put it off for long. “Don’t leave me! Th- Ah! Thor!” He came, and he dug his nails into Thor, bit into his shoulder, desperate to keep him, as Thor shuddered through his own orgasm, pressing warm and solid against him.
“Don’t go!” he begged. He knew the hallucination would fade. “Don’t go!”
“I’m not. I’m here.”
He waited, quivering, for the reality of cold to rush in.
“I’m here. Shh, Loki.”
For the airlessness.
“I’m right here.”
Unimaginable emptiness.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He kept waiting.
And this time, this time, Thor kept being real.
Loki is the Philosopher King 