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“I was just dropping by to invite you to my gallery show tomorrow night.” “You got your two hour plus spoken word opus ‘hey Mr Allfather’ into a gallery show?” “No, it’s for my paintings.” “You got your nude self portrait into a gallery show?” “That was my brother. And, no, my period of erotic sibling representation is over.”

anyway enjoy a longer excerpt, this being my first attempt at writing super trashy myth AU thorki where Loki’s his uncle ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ @shineonloki awoke something terrible in me & this is all her fault 

“I think you should watch that clever mouth, my boy,” Loki said, whisper soft despite the anger roiling inside him. “Unless you’d like to see something terrible happen to it.” 

Thor exhaled sharply, angrier still. “You’d know, wouldn’t you?”

Loki didn’t flinch. He went far too still to flinch, his body tense and solid as stone. He met Thor’s eyes without so much as blinking, though he could see how the boy’s skin went bloodless and white under his fingertips. 

“And what would you know, little prince,” he breathed, shakily. “What would you know about anything?”

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Also thank you for the tag, @spacehussy​! I can never stick to a single sentence because I too like to break the rules. Don’t want to share the very last lines I wrote because they’re the end of the chapter and thus spoilery. In lieu of that, here’s a slightly earlier bit from my offering to the Older/Uncle Loki trash pile, feat. Professor Loki topping from the bottom ;)

“God--” Thor whimpered as Loki swallowed around him, slipping a hand loose from Loki’s hair to feel where his dick bulged in that long, pale throat. “Ohh, fuuuck.”

One of Loki’s hands came up to press on top of his, encouraging Thor to squeeze harder as he went in for another deep swallow, making him choke obscenely. Fucking his own face with Thor’s cock.

Thor nearly saw stars. “Jesus,” he whimpered again, a high pitched noise wavering in the back of his throat. “Nnghh, you’re gonna make me-- oh god.”

His balls felt so tight and heavy, pleasure coiled and ready to be unleashed.

Naturally, that was when Loki pulled off him with a wet ‘pop’, seemingly very unconcerned about Thor’s subsequent cry of loss. He licked his lips as he held Thor’s hand in place against his throat, looking for all the world as if they were merely carrying on a pleasant conversation.

“Please.” Thor had given up trying not to beg. “Loki, m’ so close.”

At that, Loki grinned-- a dark and terrible thing. “You mean, you were so close.”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Thor (Comics), Loki: Agent of Asgard Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thorki Additional Tags: Sibling Incest, Switching, Size Difference, Size Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Wet & Messy, Hot & Sweaty, Warming Lube, Begging, Come Stuffing, Overstimulation, Pony Play, (in jest), Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Thor (Marvel) is a Good Bro, Abuse of Lawn Furniture, Sexual References to Otter Pops, Ruining Your Childhood, Walmart, The Author Regrets Nothing, bless up

Wherein Thor and Loki travel deep into the American heartland on a journey of self-discovery and healing.

(Sometimes, self-care looks an awful lot like riding your brother to filth in a Walmart Supercenter.)

Y'all: Oh no how will we tag our nsfw work!?

Intellectuals:

Thor’s Anger

“What do you think the top five songs to make love to are?” Tom Hiddleston asked me as we drove through the English countryside in his electric car.

I ran my hands over the crocheted seat cover he’d made for me (in my favorite color, of course). “’One More Time’ by Daft Punk,” I said.

“I was thinking ‘Let’s Stay Together’ by Al Green,” he said thoughtfully while he swerved to avoid a line of ducklings in the road.