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Thor lets out a sigh as shefeels her brother’s touch. She reaches for it, sinks into him. It’s like a rockhas been pulled out her chest, and she can finally breathe. Oh, how he wantsher. She can feel it now, and it is intoxicating. And she only wants him. Onlywants to feel this.

Loki, Loki, Loki.

“Loki—”

When he kisses her, Thorwhimpers. And deepens the kiss. Tongue seeking his as if they’re not alreadyclose enough. Her hands go for his neck, his hair, his arms, his clothes.Anywhere she can reach. Something dormant has awaken and will not be ignored.

“Because I love you,” Thorbreathes into his mouth. “I want you. I need you.”

Her legs open, letting herbrother come even closer.

“We’ve denied ourselves thisfor so long…”

Thor’s mouth leaves his, butonly to travel to his jaw, kissing her way into his ear. “Loki, have me.”

And she bites his earlobe,pulls it. Soothes it with her wet mouth.

“Loki, please. Loki, Loki—”

She cannot stop saying hisname. Thor becomes dazed with it. And the haze feels too glorious for her tostop.

He can HEAR her voice, saying his name over & over again, along with her own thoughts that repeat it further. It does naught but send continuous sharp PANGS of arousal throughout his very veins—–& similarly, his own mind mirrors this, for ALL he can think about is this moment, all he can think about is Thor. The variations in her breath, the sound of her voice ( that WHIMPER, which added gasoline to an already roaring FIRE ), how she TASTES ... NO ONE ELSE in the nine realms existed, save for the two of them.

Because i love you, These words HURT, simply because it forces the emotion that is attempting to strangle him, DROWN him, to further burn ... but as Thor continues, ( I want you. I need you. ), his dizzying LUST clouds the momentary emotional flare. Loki MOANS, albeit quietly ( but no less vigorously ), into her mouth as a reply, for ... thinking about what such words might SOUND like & the reality of hearing it were vastly different things. One hand remains TANGLED within blonde locks whilst the other drops to trail along Thor’s left thigh as she parts her legs, inviting him closer. He ACCEPTS eagerly.

Loki almost chases her as she pulls her mouth from his own, but her BURNING kisses trail along his jaw instead, reaching his ear, & he provides a slight cant of head to allow her access. Breath PUNCHES from his lungs like sharp gasps—–Thor’s WORDS, her pleas & the sting of her teeth elicit lithe fingers to curl, almost DIGGING into the side of her thigh & Loki groans.

 ❝ Who am I, to DECLINE such alluring pleas ?—– ❞

He AGAIN shifts to capture her mouth, his kisses almost HARSH & demanding, now ;  he wastes no time with closed mouths & his tongue searches for hers IMMEDIATELY. The hand within her hair falls, but only to tightly wrap around her waist whilst his tight GRIP upon her thigh remains constant. Without another word, Loki bends down to LIFT her whilst smoothly hooking her leg over his hip. Moving ‘round to the right side of his bed, he presses her DOWN onto it, into her back, before following & settling between her legs. Shifting his hands, Loki blindly searches for Thor’s arms & when he finds them, fingers encompass her wrists & he PRESSES them down, just above her head, his grip TIGHT.

OOC; Hey friends, something to REMEMBER & keep in mind ... it’s in my rules now but like. Given how much trouble using read mores is ( especially when someone deactivates or deletes posts. Or during that awful time when tumblr was deleting posts under read mores jesus ) ;  

I WILL NOT BE USING TUMBLR’S ‘READ MORE’ FEATURE ANYMORE !!

I was scrolling thru my archived blog ( because i had to look thru a thread & because I spent some time making it look a lot less like an eye sore lmao ) & ... the sheer amount of writing I’ve lost because I used read mores is ... astounding. There is SO MUCH I literally cannot read or get to again because tumblr deleted my replies or because my partner at the time as since deleted. I’m more annoyed about it now, but at the time I was pretty devastated.

EVERYTHING will be tagged accordingly & I encourage you, if you’re not comfortable with any nsfw things ( or incest things, Thor / Loki, which WILL be written here ) or anything else, to blacklist it. I have a fancy nsfw tag but I also just use “nsfw”. Incest will be tagged as “tw incest” & “cw incest” ( which I’ve already been using lately ). I will tag everything to the best of my ability, but please feel free to let me know if I missed something OR if something comes up that you’d like me to tag for you. You’re ALSO welcome to unfollow as well, if you feel that’s what’s best for you & your comfort. I understand. I just don’t want to lose any more of my writing, ya feel ??

Thor takes the goblet.

Mind, however, is momentarily transfixedby the sight of Loki’s drawn blood. She heard his hiss, and his hum.. whichdidn’t seem entirely painful. She grips the goblet tighter.

Her mind does like seeingthings which aren’t there.

Thor holds Loki gaze, blueeyes steady as steel.

“Og svona í gegnum blóðiðokkar,”

“Hugur og sál, við erumbundin að eilífu.”

And she drinks. She stills.

The goblet falls to thefloor.

Her soul feels like it hasgrown too wide. She.. She can see him. Her brother. Truly see him.

There are new lights to his appearance.And shadows. Oh, so many shadows. His eyes look.. different. More sharp. Yetdelicate. As if a mere touch of her hand would shatter him whole, and leave herwith a deep cut which would never heal.

“Oh, Loki..,” she whispers,voice shaking.

Her walls are no longer, sherealizes. They have been turned to dust and her emotions flood out of her likea storm at sea. Thor lets them. She could not hold them back even if she wishedto.

She steps away from him.Resolving to sit at the end of her brother’s bed. Slowly, as if she might fallif she’s not careful. But Thor’s eyes do not leave his. And she watches, asrealization hits them both with a thunderous smack.

Her darkness. The things shekept under lock and key.

How alike the siblings trulyare.

“Loki,” she whispers again.Eyes watering, and a wide smile appearing without her permission. “You see me.”

And I see you.

Had he not seen, not FELT the overflow of Thor’s mind, her thoughts, her EMOTIONS ... Loki likely could’ve kept control of his own. A hand extends aimlessly, falling to rest atop the desk lest he TOO lose his balance as he stumbles—–it feels as though he’s been STRUCK, that the wind has been knocked out of him & suddenly Loki is shaking with the OVERWHELMING emotions that are his own, along with Thor’s, which crash into him like ruthless waves.The clank of the goblet falling to the floor sounds DISTANT, far away & he barely registers it.

Loki LOOKS at her & suddenly, many things he thought he’d known about his sister appears to have been wrong. Outwardly, she shone like a BRIGHT LIGHT, a star, golden & powerful—–she, however, held her own insecurities, her own ANGER ... but what strikes him so harshly, what makes stormy eyes glisten with emotion that he normally could have held BACK, was that her own desires mirrored his own. A piece of him attempts to SWIPE this realization ( which shakes him to his very CORE ) out from under him, suggesting that he must be hallucinating, but. It was as if Thor was insisting he was not, even though she spoke not a word of it.

Hearing her say his name like that, her voice trembling, Loki was almost DIZZY with it—–it was as if she’d called to him & he slowly shifted to standing upright again, retrieving his hand from it’s place upon the desk meant to STEADY him. Again, Loki notices that his hands are shaking, that his breath similarly TREMBLES ... but he follows after her, as she’d sunk unto the edge of his bed. Dark brows are TENSE beneath his shock, his desire ( which now, had barely a string of a tether left ), & the ground-crumbling realization that she wanted him—–just as he wanted HER. Loki had thought it impossible & he can barely believe it.

( he feels EXPOSED, vulnerable, which is largely what leaves a small part of him terrified )

She says his name again & it keeps him steady, it helps him FIND her, as if he’s searching for her in the dark. The smile she gives him, once he truly FOCUSES on her again, elicits an exhale that almost sounds like a laugh & left brow shifts, his almost manic disbelief etched into the shape of it.

 ❝ Yes, ❞

His voice TREMBLES, barely above a murmur ;  for, if Loki speaks any louder, he’s certain that his voice will break beneath the pressure. It takes an IMMENSE amount of effort to still the shaking of his hands as he lifts them, reaching for her & at first, lithe fingers brush along her cheeks, her jaw, before the fingers of his right hand tangle within blonde tresses at the back of her neck. ANY impulse control has long been thrown out the window, now that he knows. 

 ❝ How can you SEE ME & bare it, ❞