2. We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other
AU: The events of Thor 1 never happen. Thor ascends to the throne, with Loki as his closest confidante and highest advisor.
“Thor,” Loki hisses, tugging weakly at the King’s grip ‘round his wrist. “This is ridiculous. You have women to court–”
“The women can wait for one measly song,” Thor interrupts, pulling Loki farther onto the dance floor. “Besides, who says I cannot take my first dance as King with my Grand Vizier? Come on, Loki, just one song. It will be like it was when we were boys.”
So… if they want Thanos to be the new Darth Vader… can’t we have at the end of Avengers 4 a big feast in Wakanda with everyone safe and sound getting drunk and dancing around the fire like the one at the end of “Return of the jedi”? …no? Well a girl can dream…
I imagine old Thor to grasp Loki’s hand every time they are together cause he’s afraid that his brother would slip away leaving him forever so he squeezes hard and never lets go. Sometimes Loki doesn’t mind this gesture and holds Thor’s hand back.
And what if one day, as they are both sitting like in the picture, Thor squeezes Loki’s hand and then it relaxes his grip, so Loki looks at him with a smile because he’s in a teasing mood, only to find Thor’s eyes meeting his, unfocused, still. Loki’s smile vanished and swallows, squeezing back, waiting for a response, anything. Thor’s hand feels limp in his grip, and he knows.
Thor has left him.
But Loki, being Loki, gives a final sigh of relief as he lets go of the last of his seidr, all that’s been tethering him to life for centuries now, knowing that finally, in death, he and Thor will never be parted. This one last act of selflessness has guaranteed him his place next to Thor in the afterlife. The Universe is in balance at long last…
This was beautiful… my heart is hurting and I need a hug
Greed! I like it! Excellent combo provided by greed.
Prompts: I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth, and Oh, my God, I thought you were going to die. Please don’t ever scare me like that again.
The two of them are on Vanaheim, and should be enjoying what was meant to be a leisurely climb up through the mountains in search of a rare herb for Loki’s potion stores, but it had taken a turn for the worse when Thor had ventured out onto a narrow ledge above a sheer drop, lost his footing, and fell out of sight with a shout.
After the initial shock, Loki hadn’t been too concerned (they’d gotten into worse scrapes, after all), but then he’d seen Mjolnir still sitting on the ground next to their campfire where Thor had left her, and waited… and waited… and when she made no move to return to Thor’s hand, the panic had crept in all at once and sent him running to the edge, calling after his brother frantically but unable to see him. Five gut-wrenching minutes had gone by this way, and Loki had nearly decided to start climbing down himself, but then he’d heard a pained grunt and a thud, and Thor had appeared over the edge a moment later, dirty and bleeding from a scrape along his forehead, but whole.
Now, after Loki has dragged Thor to his feet, shoved him up against the side of the cliff, and told him off for being a reckless idiot and scaring Loki half to death, his heart rate has begun to slow and even out, and he lets his gaze fall to Thor’s mouth, where his bottom lip has been bloodied.
“It’s alright, brother. I’m fine,” Thor says for the fifth time, and Loki ignores him, reaching up to dab away the blood with the edge of his sleeve, but the skin beneath it is unbroken.
“It’s just from my head, I think,” Thor tells him, voice low and quiet, lips brushing against the heel of Loki’s hand as he speaks. “I’m alright, Loki. I promise.”
His anger and anxiety have faded into background noise, but the adrenalin still has him lightheaded and giddy, and so he decides to blame that when he removes his hand kisses Thor soundly.
He supposes that Thor must be feeling the same rush, since he wastes no time in kissing him back.
Prompt: We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair
Damn, I’m a sucker for bed-sharing.
Being royalty should afford them certain privileges, Thor would have said with certainty yesterday evening, but when the owner of the inn had shown them to a tiny room in the attic with one bed and a pail in one corner to catch the rainwater leaking in through the roof, he’d been forced to reevaluate.
Thor had protested, then threatened, and when neither of those worked, Loki had attempted flattery and charm, but the innkeeper had only waved a hand at them dismissively, said, “Take it or don’t—I’m going back to bed,” and shuffled back down the stairs.
Now, with the morning light filling the room and his brother’s elbow lodged firmly in his side, Thor stirs with a groan and attempts to settle onto his back. But the bed is narrow, and as soon as he shifts, Loki’s shoving back and mumbling curses under his breath, still half-asleep. It takes some doing (and some pinching), but Thor manages to scoot him over without sustaining serious injury, and once Loki has grumbled his way onto his stomach and given up on vengeance for being disturbed, Thor lies back with a sigh.
It’s early yet, judging by the soft light, and Thor gets lost a moment watching the dust particles in the air while he slowly wakes up, following one tiny speck of fluff as it floats down in a meandering path and settles in Loki’s hair. It’s a bit of a mess, dark curls spread over the pillow, and knowing that Loki will correct that the moment he wakes up, he appreciates the sight of it while he can, and the way the sunlight turns it into a halo when Loki turns his head.
“What?” Loki says, yawning. His eyes are heavy-lidded with sleep, but Thor finds himself fascinated with the play of light on his lashes, the hint of pale green behind them.
Loki is beautiful. He’s always known this. But up close, with his guard down, a hint of stubble on his chin, and parted lips, Thor’s unable to look away.
His tongue appears between his teeth then, a flash of pink as he says Thor’s name in question, and Thor follows it, leaning up and pressing their lips together before he can reconsider.
That Loki only hesitates half a second before responding should tell Thor something very important, but the feel of his brother’s mouth on his, the slide of Loki’s tongue over his lips and hands slipping up his chest, is plenty for now. The way that Loki hums when Thor gets a handful of dark curls and pulls Loki over on top of him is even better.
Loki is the Philosopher King 
