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holykryptonitekitten

Oooo, interesting combo, that prompt with that genre...I like it!

“What?” He sense before he knows.

“I....” You pause, unsure, but press on. “...thought you could use the company.”

Loki finally looks up, over. “Oh...” His smile is small, weak, and fast-fading. “You needn’t do that, I’m sure you’d rather be at Thor’s feast.” Thor’s because, in the end, they were all celebrating Thor. It was his mind, his plan, that won the battle, but it was Thor and his hammer smashing in the skulls that got all the credit.

“I can only hear so many tales about the glory of disemboweling the enemy, I’m afraid.” You smile, nudge the younger prince, until his lips flicker in amusement. “And I’d much rather hear how it was made possible, anyhow.”

“With a blade,” Loki counters, playing dumb.

“Don’t tease, Loki.”

Loki smiles outright now, looks to you. “You’re the first person to say my name all night.”

“Shame, you’d think the people would cry out in joy to the man who led them to victory.” You grin, nudge again. “But most only see the blades, not the brains, of the battle.”

“Say it again. Say my name.”

“Loki...Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard, God of Mischief and Mayhem.” He frowns some, but you carry on. “Without which, we would not have creation and change and a sense of excitement.”

“You really think so?”

“Oh, I’m certain of it, Loki.”

His smile returns in his confession. “I like it when you say my name.”

“Loki...Loki...Loki...” Your smile grows with his. “Loki! LOKI!!!” 

His name reverberates throughout the empty hall as you both burst into laughter. For once, Loki feels truly honored by one of his people and it makes his heart swell.

I decided to avoid some of the more obvious (or sad lol) takes on the prompts and go with a young pre-Thor Loki instead...more fluff comfort than hurt/comfort, I guess. I don’t know, but I like the way it came out myself and I hope you do too, @holykryptonitekitten​!!

Ulfr: I killed someone.

Loki: *glares* Me, you rimy bastard, you killed me.

Ulfr: *chuckles* Yeah, I did. *sighs* But, apparently, I'm not...destined to do that so, now, I'm here.

Loki: Norns only know why they aren't just hitting the reset on you.

Ulfr: ...Anyway... *smiles* I'm assuredly missing those lovely blondes right back, tell them I say hello!

Oh Thomas...

Much of the time he’s pleasant, gentlemanly and sweet...then there’s times a darkness overtakes the baronet. It’s softer than his sister’s, always, but there’s terror in seeing it never the less. Yet, you need this job, this room and board that keeps you from the slums of London, working the streets Jack the Ripper once hunted. So you stand, tremors running over body, as Sharpe takes you in.

“Crawl to me.”

You get on knees, hands, do as ordered until he spreads legs for you to stop before. You sit back on heels, head down, listening to the rustle of fabric as you wait.

“Look up.”

Eyes catch his length, lit in the firelight, and you lick lips without meaning to. Your chest rises and falls in worry and want. 

“Attend to me.” It’s order in voice hard and thick as cock.

A shift, a reach, and he’s moaning as your fingers delicately wrap around him. This is not the first time, his darkness seeming to delight in defying Lady Sharpe right under the woman’s nose. In taking you, using you, in every way while his sister sleeps above.

Sir Thomas Sharpe gasps as you gather pre-cum, spread it to ease strokes. "I want to feel your tongue.” The moan is not a request.

The space between your thighs grows damp, eyes tear, as you obey. As tongue snakes out over tip to lick. Strong, slender, fingers bury into your hair to control, to keep you at work. Again you use tongue to gain his pleasure, his favor, as he moans your name softly.

Elevator rattles, flames burst behind him, and he forces head down, cock in, until you gag. His eyes lift to catch something skittering into the next room...

Loki: I'm perfectly capable of getting along with him, if he would just know his place.

Ulfr: My place?

Loki: However, if he continues his foolish attempts to end my life, I'm afraid I will be forced to put the cur down.

Ulfr: Hey, out of the two of us, I'm the one proven able to kill you.

Loki: Via a weak and pathetic sneak attack, no doubt. You've not bested me in true battle.

Ulfr: I'm about to...

Mobius: Oh gods, here we go again...Can someone call security?!

The Jotun Men of... 

FrostBitten / HoarFrost Hel / Scorched Earth 

((Clockwise from top left))

Loki Laufeyson/Odinson - Tom Hiddleston

Býleistr Laufeyson - Zachary Quinto

Ove Ingarnviðr/Laufeyson - Tom Pelphrey

Ulfr Ingarnviðr - Lee Pace

Helblindi Laufeyson - Bill Skarsgård

A classic, to be sure...Let’s twist it, shall we? 😉

The moment his hands are on the wall you’re on him. Arms wrap around, you inhale the scent of chaos and leather. “Don’t move,” you whisper, take the lobe of his ear between your teeth and tug until he moans.

Your hands first rise, cup his throat, before lowering. Lips find a sensitive spot behind his ear, he shifts with a grunt, and you pull him against you warningly. You hear his smile in his breath. Fingers slip between pants and skin, tease with an expertise that makes his blood race.

“Let me see you.”

“No.” Your hand dives, he curses. You graze curls, lower, find the hot beginnings of his erection. 

Loki rests head against wall as he grows harder under your tease. Another curse as you press into his back, move to push leather away, exposing ass and cock. His hands fist against the wall, imagining your beauty, wishing to turn and take you.

When he sways, leans, into your hand on the first stroke you chuckle in his ear. “So handsome...” You bite his neck, lick up to his ear, as you continue. Slow, teasing, as he tries to match.

He imagines fucking you. Imagines how wet you are, how he’ll make you beg for him later. Tease until your juices flow to the floor, until you scream. Every thought is its own delight just as every stroke makes him harder. 

“Will you come for me, my god?”

“Y-Yes...” He huffs, his balls tightening with readiness.

“Come for me.” You grab his ass, squeeze, jolt him with the extra thrill. 

Loki chokes on the groan and it falls into a deep and dangerous growl as he coats your hand, his pants, with excitement. He huffs a smile as he feels you pull back, hears you suck fingers clean. But, when he turns to catch you, to return the favor, you’re already gone...

Woo, that was fun, haha! Hope you liked it, @holykryptonitekitten, and everyone else out there!!

*chuckles* Very much so, yes. Perhaps I should visit them again - another life? another world? - and this time never, ever, contact Loki so I might keep those hot, blonde, brothers all for myself, hmmm?