Thor is all about “mine”, possession. Afraid of Loki’s independent nature, his tendency of sorting things out by himself, Thor has to make sure his brother remembers who he belongs to: neck grabbing, handling him, chains with his name all over it, marking him, showing him around like his most precious possession, brother, my brother, saying his name, just, “mine”.
Loki is about “need me”. Thor has everything, he’s got thunder in his hands, lightning in his eyes, friends, special weapons that only he can lift, he’s got the love of everyone before they even meet him. Loki spent his life feeling replaceable, so he must feel needed: say you need me, mourn me, cry for me, say you’re nothing without me, say that losing me would shatter you. Need me.
You are so lucky I am replying to this. Every time I’ve looked at this ask, I’ve creased up into laughter over that “rap” and not been able to reply.
Ok, so I honestly have ideas about a Magnificent Seven style AU where Thor is travelling around the West, offering his help to anyone who needs it to try and repent for his father’s sins. He ends up in a saloon that Loki is in, just drinking and not really paying much attention to anyone else until Loki is accused of cheating in a game of cards.
Guns are drawn, not nice things are said about Loki and then Thor intervenes. He’s a much better gun-fighter than the men threatening Loki, and once he’s made that clear, they scatter, leaving Thor alone with Loki.
Loki offers to buy Thor a drink and thanks him profusely for saving him.
They end up in one of the saloon’s upstairs rooms, Thor’s hands tied to the metal bars of the headboard as Loki rides his cock.
Then Loki steals Thor’s wallet, smiles prettily at him and reveals that he was cheating, before dressing and leaving Thor naked and bound.
After that, they keep running in to each other, and Loki unofficially joins Thor in his quest to help people (although he’s still a thief, a con-artist and a bit of a dick.)
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.
Not one of the real ones, the other. The fake one his father brought with him from
Asgard, the kid with fair hair and fairer skin.
The one that’s now Loki’s same color, because Loki is
a master of magic, and the boy was dying in the harsh winter of Jotunheim.
Loki hates him, because Thor is no giant, just like
him, but no one looks upon him with poorly veiled pity, Thor is not a lithe,
feeble runt. Pure unrestricted thunder flows under his skin, his arms hold a strength
known to no one on Jotunheim.
And Loki hates him, because they should have been
equals, but Thor is so much more in the eyes of their peers, something Loki
will never be, even as the heir of the throne.
Thor is respected not just feared. He’s loved, not just
tolerated.
“Come, brother, night’s upon us already. I’m cold.”
Loki is the Philosopher King 