#bottomthoruary

The other woman

Email

Stargazing

Freeform

Bodyparts

Disappointment

Mouth

Extra 1: "I'm not dead, you are!"

“This could have been an email,” Thor muttered, looking from the screen to his ticket to and for. He pursed his lips. She really could have emailed my lawyers the rest of the divorce papers. No need to make me waste my morning here…”

“Excuse me sir,” a voice said behind him.

Thor turned around and looked up and down the young lad. Mid-twenties, skinny jeans and a way too big t-shirt, even for his wide and bony shoulders.

“Sorry,” blinked Thor.

The stranger smirked his way. “Not a problem. Not… a problem at all,” he said. His gaze, ravishing him from afar. “I was wondering where to put this on,” the boy started, wiggling the stamp. “You know, I already licked it.”

“Oh did you?”

“Yeah… still sticky between my fingers.”

Was he… Thor shook his head. “Stamp goes on the back. top right corner.”

“Thanks,” the stranger beamed. “Do you… by any chance have any?”

Thor lifted his envelope. “Pre stamped.”

The stranger slumped slightly. He’s what… twenty something? Young. Maybe two young for him. Thor looked at his mail. Oh, what the hell! “You’ll find that I’m seldom right and even less often a top,” he winked.

The stranger’s gaze darkened. “Loki,” he offered his hand.

The blue stars twinkled outside the open window. Thor shivered. Maybe it was because of the cool winter breeze or maybe it was because of the way she slapped his ass.

He let out a shameless moan as she entered him, which granted him another slap.

He knew the rules, and he dutifully followed them. He shouldn’t look, he shouldn’t speak, but above all else he had to do as he was told. He was a silly rabbit after all, he didn’t know better. That’s why she had to be there, that’s why she was asked to anyways. Obeying was the least he could do for her.

Thor knew this, deep down. Something shameful, really. A disappointment to his father and a speck of rust over his silvery legacy. But he had to obey, above all else.

His lips were forcefully shut as the leather gloves wrapped around his neck, dutifully moving up and down her peg?

He vaguely remembered a figure by the massive window, as he was laid over his own spent for sleep. He dreamed of her goodbye kiss and mulled wine.

Thor woke up to a bawling wife and a lying maid. The queen sped through her accusations: illegitimate children, illnesses (the sexual kind), silencing payments and broken promises. Of there being another woman.

Thor did as he was told and swirled the swab around his mouth. His wife sighted in relief as she was taken away and minutes later muttered an apology to her ever-distant husband.

Thor looked at her, his ever-blue eyes didn’t blink. “I mean it, wife. It’s only you,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead and twice to her growing belly, “There is no other woman”.

His sweaty hands still trembled.