Fuck Yeah DashingFrost

so just imagine thor slowly dragging his fingers through fandral’s hair, playing his thumb and fingertips over his scalp, and fandral like “oh huh what now okay–” and leans right into it

and just?? thor slowly dragging fandral into his lap, dragging his mouth from the base of fandral’s neck all the way up to the juncture of his neck and jaw, and fandral is dizzy with it, his legs spread wide because thor has one hand gripping tight at his thigh and the other playing over the bulge in fandral’s breeches, and fandral is gasping

and ofc, some of the people in the tavern take notice, and once there are a few pretty women in front of him, thor will be content to let fandral off his lap, but like ?? fandral would be in pieces?? the crowd wouldn’t bother him at all, but you know thor is good at what he does, and fandral would actually be moaning 

“You need to learn to relax, darling,” Fandral murmurs in his ear, his breath hot against Loki’s skin, and Loki shivers at the sensation of Fandral’s fingers playing gentle over the base of his spine.

“It’s rather difficult to relax when you’re shoving a pipe into my rectum.” Fandral laughs, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“I’m not shoving, darling. I’m… easing.” Loki shudders as Fandral slips the nozzle just a little farther inside him. It’s strange and thin, the rubber warm from Fandral’s fingers, and Loki leans back against Fandral’s chest where he covers Loki’s body with his own. Loki swallows his embarrassment, his uncertainty…

And then the water begins to flow. It’s freezing cold, cooled with ice to match his natural body temperature, and Loki groans softly as he feel it gush within him and run slick over the sides of his walls, inside him, inside…

Fandral’s hand rubs a slow, easy circle on Loki’s lower back, and Loki feels himself grunt. “How’s that?” Fandral asks sweetly.

“Very odd,” Loki mumbles, unwilling to admit right away to the pleasure of it. A sort of weight is heavy within him from the water, and he grunts, gripping tight at the edge of the bath. The sensation of the flow within him is bizarre, unlike any sensation he’s ever experienced, and– “Too much.”

“Work through it,” Fandral advises softly, and Loki cannot help the embarrassing whine that ekes from his throat. A cramp takes him hard, twisting low in his gut, and the pain makes him twitch. Fandral’s hand slides beneath his belly, rubbing warm circles on the skin, and Loki can feel the liquid shift within him, on the other side of the drawn-tight skin.

The water stops, and Fandral drags the nozzle slowly away, leaving Loki full to the brim. “Hold it?” Loki asks.

“Just for a bit,” Fandral purrs, his tone loving, and Loki moans as he plays his thumb over Loki’s hole. He jolts and he can feel how heavy the water is within him, feel the heat of Fandral’s glorious fingers on his belly, and he feels he may just die…

Afterwards, Loki is more liquid than solid, sprawling over Fandral’s lap with his limbs lax and his neck tilted back. The bliss is incredible, and Fandral is beaming down at him, his expression a mix of affection and smugness, his fingers playing over the side of Loki’s jaw.

“Relaxed?” he asks.

“Mmm,” Loki hums. How could he not be?

“I love you, darling,” Fandral murmurs.

SOOO 

Silver & Gold

most of the x-men and most of the brotherhood of mutants definitely think - lowkey or highkey - that lauti henriksen is yet another of magneto’s children. it’s just the assumption to be made at this point. and especially because lauti is so quiet and pensive, like… yeah. 

lauti is well-known in town as the quiet young man that inherited a farm, and seems very at home amongst his reindeer, and very ill-at-ease amongst people. he gets on very well with his postman, and most of the people in town know his name and know he makes a mean pumpkin pie at town potluck. 

fandral probably still celebrates the anniversary of their first kiss. lights a candle, eats dinner alone, reads some of their favourite poetry… tries his best not to cry. 

frigga probably doesn’t know about the relationship, but she certainly suspected,  and she’s probably very gentle with fandral when the subject of loki comes up. 

and then MMMMMM fuck yeah so

Escape From Asgard

Thor probably has to be physically stopped by Odin from going after Loki and Fandral. Odin and Frigga very much have a big-picture plan in mind that they won’t let Thor in on, and they’re definitely gonna keep him back from going out to look for them. 

Fandral is literally in awe of everything they do the whole time. Like, Fandral’s never been farther afield than Nidavellir and Alfheim, remember - every single planet they go to is gonna be completely new to him, exciting, and it’s just gonna so so enthralling for him that he’ll actually like… be astonished. 

And Loki is gonna fall in love with that WONDER so entirely. He’s been travelling the universe for thousands of years, always on his own, always making new connections, but like… to show somebody the wonder??? Will be so different. 

Fandral wants to fuck literally every single one of Loki’s selves, and then Loki is like “well one of them is a corpse and three of them are animals” and Fandral’s like “listen…….. don’t underestimate me…………..” and Loki laughs so hard he falls off the cliff they’re walking on.

We don’t have to have a name, we could have no name.

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Loki, after Sakaar, is… Off. He moves about on the Ark, and he says little to anybody: he speaks only when spoken to, and avoids most of the people. For days on end, sometimes, Thor will not see him in the main hall or the mess; for days on end, at times, Loki will remain ensconced in his quarters.

And to what end? He has no books. He has naught to entertain him. Once or twice, when Thor has burst in unexpectedly, he has simply found Loki sat against the window, staring out into the void of space.

“What did he do to you?” Thor asks softly one night. Loki glances up from his meal, his eyebrows raising slightly. 

“Nothing,” Loki says, as he always says. Brunnhilde scoffs, disbelieving, and Loki sets his jaw, but says nothing. Thor leans forward to say something else, but there is a crackle of thunder, and each of them whips their head around. A burst of hot light splits the air of the stationary ship, and Thor stares as Volstagg hits the ground hard, his fat belly cushioning the blow. Hogun skids across the floor and clatters into a table, grunting in pain, and Fandral lands on his arse, his eyes wide, his hair a mess about his head.

Between the three of them stands Amora, breathing heavily, her hands upon her knees, her head bowed, and then she looks up.

“They’re alive,” Thor whispers, and he is on his feet in a heartbeat, shifting across the room. He rushes to help Volstagg up, with Heimdall’s assistance, and he looks between his three friends, his heart swelling in desperate relief. “We thought you dead!”

“We thought us dead too,” Volstagg mutters, a little green about his edges, but he hugs Thor tightly, and–

Loki stands in the middle of the room, frozen, staring. He is staring at Fandral, who is shakily getting to his feet. Loki is staring at Fandral as if Fandral is the moon itself, and Thor frowns, opening his mouth to say something, but Loki lunges. He stiffens, ready to hold his brother back, but Fandral lets out an “oof!” as he is thrown to the ground once more, Loki in his lap. 

Thor can’t make out a thing that Loki is saying, but he is saying it desperately, fervently, against Fandral’s mouth, clutching at his cheeks. “It’s alright,” Fandral is saying softly, his hands on Loki’s neck. “I’m fine, I’m fine–” And then Loki kisses him, kisses him hard.

The silence is the mess hall is palpable, and for once, it doesn’t seem like Loki cares. 

This is so cute, though.

I definitely think that like, Thor and Loki both gave off this impression of being like “Uh huh… And what?” vibes whenever Fandral tried to be ridiculous and impressive, but where Thor would cheer Fandral on and encourage him when he did dumb shit like scale the palace walls, I do imagine that inwardly Loki would be screaming like (oh my god get down get down you fool you’re going to get hurt what–) and outwardly would have like, raised eyebrows and a sceptical impression. “You’re going to die, you know!” he’d call casually, and pretend to focus on his book. 

Fandral

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