Tag: thunderfrost

Smut list 6- “we’re in public, you know” please

wouldyouknowmore:

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.

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Oh no, historical AUs are my kryptonite…

angeline-farewell:

Loki hates his brother.

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.”

[More Thor under the cut]

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May I ask you the number 17 – “OMG, do that again” of the smut list?

wouldyouknowmore:

[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.”