#captain thor

I’m afraid I have only a little bit of the sailor au to share and it’s angsty as hell, but if you’ve known me for more than 30 seconds you’ll know that I don’t linger too long on the sad stuff without a happy payoff later on. For every tear I squeeze from you good folks I promise there will be a smile to make up for it 💙

So here’s a snippet from the next part of the Sailor AU (this scene immediately follows Loki’s flashback, which can be read here). I hope this quenches your thirst (for now)! 💦

“I’ve always liked your smile.”

Thor’s voice startles Loki out of his reverie, causing the faint grin on Loki’s lips to fade. He takes his seat beside the bed once more and passes the wooden mug, its contents replenished, into Loki’s hands.

“I think I liked it because it was so rare,” he continues, bending to unfasten the heavy knot holding Loki’s tail to the bedframe. “Your genuine smile, I mean. The one you rarely show to anyone.”

“Rarely does anyone genuinely touch me,” Loki retorts, but his voice is frail and his anger too cool to burn anymore. 

Thor chuckles, working the ropes free with extra care so they don’t rub the skin of Loki’s tail. “Rarely do you allow anyone close enough to touch you. But let us not fight anymore, Loki. I’m weary of our bickering, and I’m sure you are, too. I would like our last day together to be one that I will look back upon with nothing but fondness.”

“Last day? You mean this day?” The ropes binding Loki’s tail slide away at last but he’s too stunned to move. “Well, this is all rather sudden, isn’t it? Was that part of your plan? Find me and get me to release you from your well-deserved curse, and then say goodbye forever? Do I really mean so little to you?”

Thor lifts his head and pins Loki down with his gentle gaze. “Loki, you meant the world to me. I loved you. I thought we would live side by side forever. Perhaps even together.”

His use of past tense does not escape Loki’s notice. 

“But you were right,” Thor continues. “We live in two separate worlds. Our paths can never align. You are you and I am me, and if this is as far as we were meant to travel together, then… I will find a way to be content with those memories.”

A lump forms in Loki’s throat and his eyes grow shiny with moisture. He grips his mug tightly in both hands and studies the marks on Thor’s left forearm. Tooth marks. Punctures. Eighteen-year-old scars, the skin now shiny and hairless and pink.

“It was just a foolish dream, Thor,” Loki murmurs.

“Was it really?” 

A brief silence falls. The ship creaks and rocks rhythmically around them.

“It’s still there, you know. Bilskírnir, in the bay of Thrudvang. Waiting to be finished.” Thor’s voice is soft and hollow. He leans his elbows on his knees and clasps his big hands together. “I suppose I can turn it into a summer lodge. I haven’t been back to it since… in over a year.”

Loki presses his lips into a tight line and glares at the tea in his mug. Tears hang thickly on the ends of his eyelashes.

Bilskírnir. That was to be their home. A gift built by the groom for his bride, as was the custom among Thor’s people. A magnificent hall laid over both land and water, a place where the fish and the bird could live together in harmony. Loki had thought Thor was joking at first. But then Thor had taken him there, and Loki saw it with his own two eyes. He was serious. His devotion, his love, his intentions, his proposal. All of it was real.

And it had shaken him.

The last time they had been there was fourteen months ago. Loki doesn’t remember much. Only that he hadn’t wanted to be there because it meant giving an answer to Thor’s questions, and he didn’t know what to say. So he had played along until he couldn’t, and when, after drinking and lounging beneath the stars, Thor pressed his manhood needfully against Loki’s tail, that had been it. Loki could feel the trap, the net of bondage, encircling him once more, the same reason he had abandoned his own dying, diminished people, and he had pushed Thor away with the help of a small dagger.

I am not your whore, Odinson! Stop trying to buy me!

Loki, what-? I never—rgh!—I’m not trying to—

Loki blinks and squeezes his eyes shut. His tears disperse into his eyelashes. “It’s your house. Do what you want with it.”

*Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth getting handed a bag of Doritos in an interview and beginning to eat them together*

Interviewer: "Have you ever tasted yourself?"

Evans: "I've never tasted myself before."

Hemsworth *After eating a Dorito*: "You're delicious, by the way. This is exactly what I thought you'd taste like."

Hi, thank you! Yes, I’m definitely continuing that fic. I was originally planning to finish it and post it for Mermay 2019, but I ended up doing art this year instead. 😅 I’m really glad you’re enjoying it, though! The tag for this AU is “sailor au”, but the fic has undergone some changes since I posted those excerpts months ago, including some time/plot alterations and a shift in narrative tense. So here is the latest version. Basically, it’s the first 4k of the story. I hope you like it!

Tags/warnings: violence, blood, mention of rape, unrequited love, enemies to friends, interspecies relationship, eventual smut, 4k (33% complete)

thor: yeah bro

steve: same bro

*steve goes around thor*

thor: why’d you go around me bro

steve: because you are my world bro

Look at it

Look at the wobble

IT WOBBLED