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This is getting out of control.
27 A4 pages...
15,099 words so far, and I'm only at the part where Odin tries to separate Loki and Harry. There's loads to go, and I'm tempted to split the story into two parts... But I did that for The Abyss and Black Complication and it took over a year each to finish the second part... So maybe I should just keep going, do a little day by day? :/
Or I could just get distracted by FrostIron fics instead: Example 1, Example 2 and Example 3 ♥
“We’ll stay in here till the morning. They are used to my comings and goings, but they probably won’t expect me back for good until March. Tomorrow, we’ll go break fast together, and I’ll introduce you to my family.” Loki whispered to him sometime later, sweaty and naked with his hands carding through Harry’s hair.
Harry pressed soft kisses to the Asgardian’s chest, a soft chuckle escaping him. His back hurt, and his arse burning, but he pulled himself up despite the stinging, and glared down at his lover. “So, if I walk in unannounced and surprise them all, and they attack me and I die,” he told Loki, trying not to smile and failing, “just know that I’ll haunt you forever.”
“You will be announced, and they will not hurt you. They will not get the chance, I swear it.” Loki’s voice was cold and angry, and his fists clenched around Harry’s hips, nails biting into skin.
Harry reached down, closing his own hands over Loki’s and pulling them off of his sides. Hagalaz on his right hip had a streak of blood smeared across it and outside of the window the wind began to howl. “I know. I was only joking, beloved.” Their mouths met again. But this time there was no passion or hunger or sweetness behind it. Nor when Loki pushed him roughly until he lay upon his back with his legs spread. There was only desperation, and fear, and Harry held tight to the elder man, whispering “I love you” over and over, from the moment a cock nudged at his loosened hole, with every forceful thrust that made his back ache and made him see stars, until the moment Loki came within him, mouth fused over his own to muffle Harry’s screams of pleasure and Loki’s own sobbed whimpers. Harry’s ejaculate dotted his stomach and chest, his cock soft but sticky as Loki pulled out of him, whispering apologises for the bruises that had yet to form. Harry turned onto his side, pulling Loki closer so that they could slot beside one another, face to face, with their legs entangled and Loki’s seed running down his thighs.
“I am never leaving you,” Harry whispered gently. “Never.” As quiet as his voice was, it was also forceful, and at the words Loki closed his eyes and gritted his teeth before he pressed his forehead to Harry’s with a sigh.
“Thank you.” It was sighed out softly, mouth hovering over mouth with their eyes closed. Harry let it pass without a reply, but he raised his hand to run through Loki’s hair until the man fell asleep.
P.S. is there such a thing as Game of Thrones/HP crossover fictions with Harry and Joffrey? Cause I actually like the little shit :P
27 A4 pages...
15,099 words so far, and I'm only at the part where Odin tries to separate Loki and Harry. There's loads to go, and I'm tempted to split the story into two parts... But I did that for The Abyss and Black Complication and it took over a year each to finish the second part... So maybe I should just keep going, do a little day by day? :/
Or I could just get distracted by FrostIron fics instead: Example 1, Example 2 and Example 3 ♥
“We’ll stay in here till the morning. They are used to my comings and goings, but they probably won’t expect me back for good until March. Tomorrow, we’ll go break fast together, and I’ll introduce you to my family.” Loki whispered to him sometime later, sweaty and naked with his hands carding through Harry’s hair.
Harry pressed soft kisses to the Asgardian’s chest, a soft chuckle escaping him. His back hurt, and his arse burning, but he pulled himself up despite the stinging, and glared down at his lover. “So, if I walk in unannounced and surprise them all, and they attack me and I die,” he told Loki, trying not to smile and failing, “just know that I’ll haunt you forever.”
“You will be announced, and they will not hurt you. They will not get the chance, I swear it.” Loki’s voice was cold and angry, and his fists clenched around Harry’s hips, nails biting into skin.
Harry reached down, closing his own hands over Loki’s and pulling them off of his sides. Hagalaz on his right hip had a streak of blood smeared across it and outside of the window the wind began to howl. “I know. I was only joking, beloved.” Their mouths met again. But this time there was no passion or hunger or sweetness behind it. Nor when Loki pushed him roughly until he lay upon his back with his legs spread. There was only desperation, and fear, and Harry held tight to the elder man, whispering “I love you” over and over, from the moment a cock nudged at his loosened hole, with every forceful thrust that made his back ache and made him see stars, until the moment Loki came within him, mouth fused over his own to muffle Harry’s screams of pleasure and Loki’s own sobbed whimpers. Harry’s ejaculate dotted his stomach and chest, his cock soft but sticky as Loki pulled out of him, whispering apologises for the bruises that had yet to form. Harry turned onto his side, pulling Loki closer so that they could slot beside one another, face to face, with their legs entangled and Loki’s seed running down his thighs.
“I am never leaving you,” Harry whispered gently. “Never.” As quiet as his voice was, it was also forceful, and at the words Loki closed his eyes and gritted his teeth before he pressed his forehead to Harry’s with a sigh.
“Thank you.” It was sighed out softly, mouth hovering over mouth with their eyes closed. Harry let it pass without a reply, but he raised his hand to run through Loki’s hair until the man fell asleep.
P.S. is there such a thing as Game of Thrones/HP crossover fictions with Harry and Joffrey? Cause I actually like the little shit :P