#lady!loki

She spares a glance in the direction of the discussion, raising a brow when some bruiser with half an eyebrow missing spots her. He breaks away from the other two and begins stalking toward her. His companions stay put, casting glances to each other and shifting on their feet. It’s hard, knowing someone is about to die and there’s nothing to do but watch.

Half of the conversation in the room tapers off. Thor looks at her, watching her as the ex-jar head stops a few feet away from her. She smiles and continues fussing over her nails.

“Why do I have to work with some lying bitch like you?”

He hasn’t noticed Thor is standing and walking toward him.

“You’re not fucking right, you sh—”

The slur doesn’t even leave his lips before Thor’s hands are on him. Thor spins him around, punches him in the throat. Two men surge forward only to be held back.

“No, don’t, he’ll fucking kill you.”

No one does well with a crushed trachea. The bruiser falls to his knees and Thor punches him in the face. Blood splatters across them both. Thor follows him down, keeps throwing punches until the air is nothing but grunting, gurgling, and the cracking of bone. 

Loki finishes her ring finger and moves on to her pinkie.

Everyone watches, silent, horrified. She grins whenever they look at her, as if asking her to rein Thor in. Never.

Finally Thor grabs the guy by his head and slams his skull to the concrete once, twice, three times, and his entire body falls limp as blood begins pooling underneath him.

The entire crowd takes a step back when Thor stands and rounds on them. It would take at least six men to subdue him, but when five of them will die in the process is it really worth it?

“Anyone else?” Thor combs his hair back from his face and smears blood into his pretty blond locks. “Anyone want to say something about my sister?”

Victor steps forward, holding up his hand, an grin on his lips that doesn’t meet his eyes. “No, Thor. The rest of us are fine with Loki, aren’t we boys?”

They look like a pack of bobble heads, nodding so fast it’s a wonder they don’t break something. Thor spends the rest of the meeting sitting next to her. She files his nails when she sees they’re overgrown. People look, but they keep their mouths shut.

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Loki watches Thor sleep and idly strokes her nipples through her shirt. He’s peaceful like this, with moonlight bathing his face and body in silvery blue light. They’re almost a hundred thousand richer after the job last week, and while Victor’s crew is dropping like flies they’re safe an ocean away in their old family home.

It’s good that they came home for this. Somehow this is right, that a change like this should be made in the home where they were born together, only minutes apart.

She teases her nipples more and feels the buzzing pleasure filling her blood, making her need. Lube drips down the back of her thigh and her cock could do with some attention even if it’s still soft. Would Thor react to hearing her moan? If she touches herself will he hear her noises and dream of fucking some nice, wet hole? Will he see her face?

Loki kicks the end of his bed and Thor jolts awake, sitting up and looking around the room, eyes settling on her as he squints to see in the darkness.

“Loki wh—”

He cuts himself off when he sees what she’s doing. Loki licks her lips and smiles, rubbing her nipples with her middle fingers until she can’t help whining at the over stimulation. Everything feels better when it hurts a little.

Thor swallows hard and runs a hand through his hair. Moonlight catches the curve of his cock as it fattens up under his sheets. He likes the show. Good.

“Is that my shirt?” Thor asks.

She giggles and shakes her head. “It’s mine. Possession is nine-tenths of the law, brother.”

A lopsided grin lifts his lips. “Right, of course.”

Loki pulls on her nipples and gropes herself, sighing at the wonderful, gentle pressure and how warm she feels inside. 

Thor scoots back to lean against his headboard. “Come here.”

She shakes her head and takes a step back from the bed.

Thor swings one leg out, his eyes flashing bright. “You want me to chase you.”

Loki turns and runs, bare feet slapping against the hardwood. The stairs are still over a meter away when Thor catches her. His arms circle her waist and he growls as he lifts her into the air and carries her back to his room. The door slams as he kicks it shut and the sound makes her hole throb. 

He drags her into the bed and arranges them so they’re facing as she sits in his lap. His cock lays in the crease of her hip, hot and hard, bigger than she remembers.

Thor drags the shirt up and off, throws it across the room and then his hands are everywhere. He gropes her breasts and kisses her neck, one hand slides around to her back and grabs the meat of her ass hard, slides into her crack and rubs her hole until she’s keening.

His fingers are so thick and they feel so good sinking into her. Two first, then three. Thor moans against her skin, loud and hungry. “You’re ready for me.”

She nods and bites her lip. Thor does all the work. He holds her up and guides his cock into her body, groaning and babbling broken praises as she sinks down onto him. Every other word is her name and in between it’s all love and good and thank you and Loki knows no one else could lavish her, worship her like her brother.

They barely move, just gentle rocking as they hold each other. Thor’s lips drag across her jaw, down her neck and across her sternum. He kisses her nipples, pulls at them with his lips, plays with them so sweetly. Warmth pools in Loki’s cock. Thor was the first person to ever make her hard, she likes that he can still do it.

He opens his mouth and draws her nipple in, sucks and licks while he does nothing more than hold her tight and split her open. When her cock pokes him in the stomach he reaches for it and jacks her off nice and gentle. Loki relaxes and allows Thor to support her weight with his free arm. Thor is never more beautiful than when he’s showing off his strength.

Loki doesn’t hide her noises, not from Thor. Every moan and sigh and whimper is his to keep as he earns them. Her cock jumps in his hand and Loki grins at the bright pressure building inside her.

“Oh, Thor, fuck... I’m gonna cum.” She pets his hair and holds his mouth to her breast.

Thor shakes and groans against her skin and Loki has never felt more beautiful, more wanted. Thor murdered someone for her. He’s always making sure she’s safe, always taking care of her. He’s so good, so perfect, and he loves her, he loves—

Loki gasps and curls in on herself, sobbing and moaning as her cock jumps and cum splashes on their bellies. Thor’s mouth opens and he pants, breath fanning out hot on her skin. His dick is throbbing and he’s shaking. Oh, oh, he’s cumming inside her. 

He came just from pleasuring her.

He pulls her close and holds her tight. They bury their faces into each others necks and come down from their high.

Loki can’t stop smiling. Happiness like this is new, strange, and it feels like a brand new future is being laid out for them.

“I love you, Loki.” He kisses her neck.