Round 6
ROUND 6 IS NOW CLOSED.
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Welcome to norsekink!
Keep up the awesome, folks.
NOTE: We've noticed that some of the prompts being posted have Thor characters only making cameos or not featured at all. We realize that Thor is closely involved in the Avengers, but we're requesting that any prompts that do not have at least one Thor character playing a central ( Read more... )
And Loki stood before them, his hands spread in a gesture for silence, drawn up to his full height. Thor thought that Loki had never seemed so tall before, or he had never noticed, had always thought of him as younger, shorter, smaller, even if they had perhaps been eye to eye for centuries. And he had never seemed so regal, from the set of his shoulders to the steady, expressive calm he exuded.
“Odin Allfather,” Loki said, his voice carrying easily throughout the hall without him seeming to raise it, “has indeed been gravely wounded in a cowardly attack by a handful of enemy soldiers. At this hour he lives still, and we must all trust to the skill of our healers that he will remain so. We can also take comfort in the knowledge that those who committed this terrible act have already met a swift and final justice.”
As Thor watched, the tension that boiled and surged just beneath the still waters before him cooled ever so slightly. A few of those in the crowd nodded, slow but willing. The rest waited for whatever Loki would say next. And Thor bit his own lip, wondering what he might have said if he had been the one to speak in that moment. Once he would have said no words at all to such a gathering-he would have already been halfway to Jotunheim with an army. His father had been right. Loki had been right.
Then he heard his name being spoken and saw Loki’s hand stretched out toward him, his lips curved in a smile soft but genuine.
“… returned to us, yes, and therein lies Asgard’s hope on this dark day. My brother is still a prince of Asgard, and he will serve as my advisor until such time as his powers are restored or until Odin awakens.”
Thor stared at him as the last of the mutters of a throne stolen died away.
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“So would you have had me tell them all of our arrangement?” Loki asked wryly when Thor sputtered the question that he had quite clearly been needing to ask through the entire walk back to Loki’s chambers. “I don’t think your pride could have stood that, brother.”
“But… today you sent the Destroyer to kill me, and now you smile and say that… and act as if nothing happened!”
Loki could not help but laugh. “Oh, my dear Thor. Did you expect I would make you kneel at my feet as I sit on our father’s throne? Did you expect I would parade you through Asgard on a leash? I suppose it’s a good thing one of us has heard of the concepts of subtlety and restraint.”
Thor gave him a look that could only be described as crestfallen.
Restraint, and patience. Odin had always tried to teach it to Thor and had never succeeded, but Loki was capable of the patience of a spider in a web. It was the only thing that had enabled him to make it through this long day, knowing that if only he could bring the Jotnar to Odin’s chambers without arousing suspicion, lie to Frigga well enough to gain her support, deflect his brother’s annoying and noisy friends, and convince the people of Asgard to follow his rule for at least a while longer, he would have everything he wanted. (And if his vision had blurred vengeance-red upon seeing Odin’s spilled blood, and if he had dampened his mother’s shoulder with true tears, and if the look in Sif’s eyes had actually stung him… no one needed to know it.)
And he had done it. He had won. Thor was his to do with as he wished, to rule over as a tyrant even as he gave his brother the illusion of choice, to torment for his own pleasure as Thor had for so long unwittingly tormented him.
Thor was still watching him in confusion, brow scrunched, trying to work through it all. “So… how will it be, then? Brother, what do you want me to do?”
Loki took in the sight of him, and he licked his lips and smiled.
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Terrific fill, and you really have a way with words and you handle the characters with the greatest care and subtlety. Thank you for all the effort and time you put into this ;_;/ I am always so happy to see a new update, as it is one of the best fics on this kinkmeme (in my eyes).
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And thank you so much for the kind words! Hearing you say that makes me insanely pleased. Getting into the characters' heads is so much fun in itself, but it's even better to find out that it comes across effectively to readers also. Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
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Thor was still watching him in confusion, brow scrunched, trying to work through it all. “So… how will it be, then? Brother, what do you want me to do?”
Loki took in the sight of him, and he licked his lips and smiled.
Oh, Thor, you're in for it.
I have to say I would've greatly enjoyed a leashed Thor kneeling before Loki's throne and being paraded around Asgard, but Loki did have a point there. :D HEHEHEHEE
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And I can't say I disagree with you on that, actually. :p
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