Merciful. Loki thinks as Thor’s mouth crashes into his, the cavern welcome for Loki to explore and hide in. Gently he drags his fingertips from the stray tendrils of golden hair all the way down the mountain’s chest to rest trembling on his pectorals. This was exhilarating, it was thrilling. It was everything he’d wanted for the past few years. To be back in his brother’s arms, content and unafraid.
Without Thor, Loki had admitted to himself several rancid nights alone, he was nothing. He wasn’t even fog that lay ethereal upon the ground. He was empty, an abyss of molecules that vibrated senselessly. But here he had a purpose. Here he had a mission, a task, a goal. Thor had always been his goal. Through the countless years of ridicule of his hair, his words, his preferred studies. “Loki’s so scrawny”, “Loki’s such a coward”, “Loki looks nothing like an Asgardian”. And yet on the horizon sat his brother: perfection in a sunset, the purple and gold rays that danced across the sky in a flurry of strength and inspiration. He would be the darkness that came after, then. He would be the reign of shadows across the land.
But even that he so often failed at.
With a gentile sigh Loki smiles into Thor’s mouth. Failure’s sickly sweet when it’s laced with the kind of approval that bleeds from a God’s skin. He brings a hand under Thor’s chin to pinch him slightly and pull him back. If he isn’t the darkness after Thor, he supposes that the next best thing is to be the thorn in his back.
“What else?” Loki muses diabolical in tone, “I dare you to take me, but not yourself.”
Trying to stifle a cackle he sinks into Thor’s groin and pokes his nose with a finger as he has so many nights prior, wine drunk and giddy with adolescence. It was different now, though, with the passing of time. It was much more fun when they might get caught by their peers or family, now, only the city watches unjudging and numb to their actions. With a free hand he pulls back on Thor’s hair, exposing the curves of his neck without a hint of apology. He draws in close here, at home in his positioning, and grazes his lips across the God’s neck eager to partake in his spirit.
November 16th, 2017 at 05:12am