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Inktober day 2 - Space Travelers - The Alien Empress

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Spaceinktober day 1: the dreamer

I’m doing my first inktober! It’s first day and it’s already hard. The list is probably not this year’s but I liked it the most.

Inktober day 10 : The Alien Cat

some voltron-inspired inktobers

This year, I’m doing @dropthedrawing’s #spaceinktober, so obviously I’m using Voltron at any given opportunity. Check out my Instagram here to see what else I’ve drawn for this month! 

[thorki, 650 words, bounty hunter prompt from this list, sci fi au]

Thor lazes back in his hair, spreading his legs wider. Around him the Hammer hums, the throbbing heartbeat of his ship playing out in groans and hisses, in mechanical thumps and rattles. In front of him, the screens are blank, as they have been for the past two days.

They’re in between jobs right now. They’d dropped their latest prize off on Mars three days ago for the Martian police to deal with, and Thor had steered them straight out of the system. Neither of them like Mars much, with its rules and regulations, and disdain for bounty hunters. Disdain, of course, that doesn’t mean they don’t pay up when the time comes. They hate to do their own dirty work just as much as everyone else, chasing criminals across known space. So Thor had taken them away without even a word from Loki, steering them towards Sirius and whatever fun they can find on the stations that hang like jewels around the stars.

The trip is going well enough. There’d been a minor short in one of the life-support systems yesterday, but Gung’ had repaired it fast enough, its mechanical hands working quickly as it soldered together split wires. They’ll have to get it looked at when they get to Sirius, but for now, its working again. Thor picks at the fraying fabric that covers his chair, glancing at the screens again. There shouldn’t be anything on them of course - pirates are a rarity on this route - but it doesn’t hurt to check, and Thor doesn’t have anything else to do.

There’s a faint buzz as the door to the bridge opens, but Thor doesn’t bother to turn around. Loki and Gung’ are the only other things moving on the ship, and Gung’’s probably down in engineering, fussing over the Hammer’s innards. Loki says nothing either while pads over to Thor on booted feet that should make more noise. He says nothing even when he slides into Thor’s lap, straddling him and blocking Thor’s view of the screens. Thor grabs his hips automatically, pulling Loki against him.

“Thought you were looking for our next job,” he murmurs. Loki giggles, grinding down against him as Thor’s hips flex upward almost involuntarily.

“I got bored,” he explains, tossing his hair out of his eyes.

Thor’s brother is beautiful. His eyes are almost feverishly bright and all his attention is focused on Thor. His ill-cut hair gives him a rakish cast, and the leather vest he favors adds to the impression. The thin scar that traces across one of his cheeks only helps to make him seem like some dangerous prize, something to be sought and captured, but never claimed. He giggles again as Thor stares at him, pulling a strand of Thor’s hair.

“You look a mess, brother,” he whispers, leaning in so they’re pressed together. Thor’s cock stiffens, twitching as Loki rubs up against it.

“Been sitting here too long,” Thor says. Loki picks at the fraying hole in Thor’s once-nice tunic, rubbing Thor’s bare skin with one long finger.

“Shall I distract you?” Loki whispers, leaning in and nuzzling Thor’s neck. Thor glances at the screens around Loki’s side, then huffs.

He leans back in his chair, pulling Loki with him. Duty can wait, when Loki is there to amuse himself with Thor’s body. Duty can always wait when Loki wants him. Thor has abandoned privilege unknowable by most of the galaxy and found himself as a bounty hunter, in a beaten up ship slowly wandering through the stars, all for his brother. If Loki wants him, if Loki needs him, he would leave anything and everything.

Inktober day three:

T H E ▪ E N G I N E E R ▪ G I R L