Hi @eyrror I feel like I have an obligation to make a fanart based on your story in ao3. Probably the continuation of my previous thorki doodle tee hee. Hope you like it!
Thor : It feels good, nay? Wait a minute… you add another barbel down there, don’t you? For Odin’s beard, Loki.
Loki : Shut up and keep working with your magic finger.
Five thousand years is a long time to be brothers.
They fought, they loved, they swore oaths of hatred and alliance. They always found their way back to each other.
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The first time he noticed, they were lying in bed together. He was combing his brother’s perfect golden hair, considering what braid would cause the most political upheaval, and there it was.
A single grey strand.
He grinned, and considered teasing his brother, but decided to save it up for later use. Thor was so proud of his hair! Loki hoped he greyed early, and had to envy Loki’s dark waves!
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The second time, hundreds of years later, they were in battle.
They were locked together, pushing their blades against each other’s strength, snarling curses. And suddenly Loki noticed signs of aging on Thor’s skin. Not wrinkles, precisely, not yet, but… aging.
He stared into his mirror that night.
Perhaps he did look a bit older himself. Maybe. Well, time passed. Even gods were not immune.
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Thor was grey, but no less mighty, when he stormed in on Loki, in his lab deep under Asgard.
“What are you doing, brother!”
Loki had taken almost half of the golden apple seeds. He needed them. He needed to make something stronger of them.
He shouted at Thor that true immortality could be had. Thor had roared at him to give up such an arrogant ambition; their time passed, as all’s did! They had fought. Loki had been forced to flee.
But he did not give up his goal. Every time he looked in a mirror, he saw again his motivation.
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Asgardians lived five thousand years.
It seemed such a long time. It wasn’t.
Everyone else had been sent away. These last moments were for the brothers alone. Thor lay on his bed, grey and fading. Loki lay his head on his chest, weeping, cursing him.
Young, and vital.
“You can’t. You cannot die. Please, brother! You cannot leave me here! I’ll do terrible things, I will destroy the realms, I swear I will!”
Finally posting my contribution to the @thorki-anthologyTongue in Cheek! Anyone who hasn’t checked out the anthology yet, go do so—it’s full of all kinds of tasty fic and art and isn’t to be missed!
It begins with the goat, and it leads to Skaði’s wedding, and Thor has been tasked with keeping an eye on his uncle Loki during the celebrations. This might just be a dangerous task.
Also contains some glorious nsfw art by my partner in crime, the amazing @lokisergi!
It all began with the goat, when Skaði came to Asgard and demanded vengeance for her father’s death. But that story started when the giants came flying into Asgard and were slain in a havoc of blood and fire and blades—and that tale began when Loki was dragged into the skies by a great eagle and was carried off to Jotunheim—and that tale…
In truth, it all began long before that, when Odin, wandering in the wilds, found the trickster in a place that was neither here nor there; neither one has ever named the road they met upon, except that it was someplace between realms, all shadowy and full of mists. Odin, the Allfather, found him and recognized at once his quick cleverness and his sly mind, and he saw in him a kindred spirit and made promises to him across a lonely fire, a flickering glow upon two faces, all surrounded in darkness beneath the stars. That was where it truly began, and afterward with Odin bringing his companion home with him, arm in arm, and presenting him to all the gods as his blood-brother. And the years that followed, in which the trickster did not quite become a part of Asgard, having no hall of his own and keeping his own strange ways, yet Loki remained among them.
Odin’s wife looked at him with one brow raised but allowed it. Odin’s firstborn son—the young god of storms—gazed up at him with awe and listened to his clever tales, watched his tricks, his feats of magic, his sleights of hand. Not for many years would the novelty of the trickster’s presence wear away and his welcome in Asgard begin to thin, which would inevitably lead… well, there is no need yet to speak of the end, in telling of the beginning.
Let us merely start with the goat, for simplicity.
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 🙂
Alright, so something I can NEVER get enough of is Pre-Thor Thorki, right? I adore the idea that Loki’s the one who acts upon his less brotherly feelings first. That ever since Loki can remember, Thor has been his sun; the only heat he’ll ever accept to feel, despite being as suffocating and overwhelming as a mid-Summer noon. As a child he never cared why, it was a wonderful fact that Thor was his brother who loved and cared for him.
Loki never saw anything sordid about his need to be close to Thor. Even when that need wasn’t met because Thor was out with his other ‘friends’, those dullards who stole Thor’s attention from Loki. When it ached and churned and hollowed his guts. The need to be close, /so close/ to Thor, arose before his sexual maturing.
By then both of them were already lost in each other.
I imagine it was a seamless development. Loki’s a curious spirit. He watches people in secret, he learns, he reads, he asks his big brother for answers none of the adults could satisfy. They cuddle. They kiss. They kiss more. They rub against each other. They grasp each other’s cocks as they do. It’s a natural progression. I see Asgard as less sexually oppressed (maybe wishful thinking) so they grow up hearing joyful couplings in a garden and seeing tavern wenches on soldiers’ laps. No surprise they imitate and quickly grow to love it like most everyone else.
Honestly it probably doesn’t occur to them that what they do is wrong because Freya and her brother are a pair. No one tells them it’s wrong or morally ambiguous or worse. They’re Thor and Loki and they’re brothers and even after 1500 they’re still brothers, if not by blood then by bond.
And because I’m insatiable:
Loki and Thor encountering the Avengers’ confusion and disgust after they find out about their sexual relationship. Thor is confused. Loki is annoyed. Any form of discretion will be vaporized.
Tony walking into his bedroom to find a stark naked Loki riding Thor to Valhalla and back? Tony’s seen worse.
Loki is the Philosopher King 