Round 8
ROUND 8 IS CLOSED.
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Welcome to norsekink!
Keep up the awesome, folks.
Attention:
M ind the new rules that have gone up over the course of the last round.
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 ( Read more... )
"Unhand me this instant, Loki!" Thor yells from above, trapped within the sinuous coils of the slick tentacles Loki had called into being in the middle of their fight (it had seemed like uninteresting idea at the time, Loki muses, and he is now convinced it's the best idea he's had in a long while). "Fight me face-to-face, without resorting to this appalling display!"
Smirking, Loki conjures a comfortable red recliner, sits and spreads out the long lines of his body against it as he watches Thor's struggles with hooded eyes. "No, I don't believe I will," he breathes, with some delight, and laughs as Thor grunts and glares at him in response, still trying and failing to worm his way out of the dark green tendrils twining around his body.
"You found me, you attacked me," Loki continues reproachingly, pouring himself some wine. "In my humble abode, no less! That really was rather rude of you, brother. One would think you would have had better manners, given our upbringing. Consider this your receiving your just desserts, will you?"
Thor curses him, writhing against the bonds that hold him in place as the tentacles slide across his skin, squeezing gently around his neck, pressing and moving up against his legs. "What have you done with these things?" Thor gasps, his angry hold on the tentacles loosening. "It's like they're draining me-"
"Of energy?" Loki finishes for him, and his eyes are flecks of mirthful, sadistic green. "You would be correct. What would be the point of me summoning dastardly, menacing tentacles only for you to break them easily with your strength? You should know me better than that."
"Oh," Thor says softly, the fight seeping out of him. "You ignoble trickster, you…"
Loki spares a moment to appreciate what a wanton image Thor is in that position, how oddly appealing, and licks his lips, leans forward. "You are in no position to fight me, brother," he begins pleasantly, snapping his fingers. The tentacles sway towards him, cradling Thor in their embrace, moving closer to the ground where Loki is seated. "Why don't you just enjoy it, then? It sounds like a terrible Asgardian cliché, but this is what they tend to say in their pictures: if you resist, it will just become more difficult for you."
"What filth are you spouting, brother mine?" Thor turns his head weakly towards Loki, his glorious blond hair wet and plastered against his skin in exertion. Loki thinks it's the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. "I would never surrender against the works of such treachery, against your little machinations-"
Loki narrows his eyes, a sudden sharp wind lashing out around him, and Thor cries out as the tentacles constrict around him cruelly and a violent electric shock thrums through the tips of their tendrils onto Thor's skin. "You were saying?"
Thor is breathing heavily now, his eyes shut as he tries to recover from the onslaught. "Loki," he tries. "Loki-"
"Shh, brother," Loki soothes, almost gleefully, stands up and runs a gloved hand up Thor's bare arm, torn from his struggles against his magic, against his ice-fire. "It'll just be like old times," he continues, palming Thor's jaw, tracing the back of his knuckles against the fine golden stubble. Would it burn like before, like it always did, when he kissed it? Bit angry red lines down Thor's jaw in his fury, his confused passion for his brother? "Like old times, you and I."
A flick of his hand, and Thor's armor falls to the ground. Thor throws his head back as smaller tentacles, not unlike fingers materialise from thin air and begin caressing his chest, his abdomen. Deliberate, circular teasing motions - just the way Thor likes it, Loki remembers, fingers trailing maddeningly across his skin as he bucked and cursed and cried for release at Loki's mercy.
"I'm not going to be gentle, Thor." Loki's voice is low, rough with barely suppressed desire. "You've been very bad, haven't you?" His words shift into something playful, something teasing, but Loki is sure Thor knows more than anyone else how deadly Loki can be behind the words that roll off his silver tongue. "You've been very bad, and I'm going to punish you so thoroughly, you'll forget everything but my name. Understood?"
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/sets up camp in the thread
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/camps too, hunched over laptop and typing away like a crazed lunatic
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...yup. I'm dead. Which is a pity as I really need to read the rest of this. So inconvenient.
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Loki's hand is lightning-quick as he wraps his long, strong fingers around his brother's throat, and Thor makes a strangled sound at that and the combined pressure of tentacles pushing against his legs, sliding to arch serpentine against his half-hard cock.
"I said, understood?" Loki whispers like a knife. "You will answer me, or I will make this a lot more painful for you than it has to be. Believe me, I want nothing more than to hurt you." Loki nudges at Thor's cheek, brushes his lips down Thor's ear like a trail of sin and secrets, and Thor moans at the hint of heat. "I want to break you, always, want you on your knees before me, want your complete surrender. You know this. But it doesn't have to be that way, because sometimes I can play fair, even if you think I do not."
Thor remains stubbornly quiet for a few more seconds, and just as Loki increases the pressure on that strong throat, he feels Thor swallow and his chin jerk in a nod. "Yes, Loki."
And nothing was ever so sweet as the taste of triumph, just this side of bitter on his tongue.
"That's good, Thor," he says, nipping gently at Thor's lips, feeling Thor's eyelashes flutter shut in agonised ecstasy as he directs the tendrils around him to move, to exhilarate. "That's good," Loki repeats, pulling away to sit on his recliner again, eyes rapt and attentive on Thor's glorious form, suspended in the air, all slick sweat and sex and shame. He does so love seeing Thor reduced to his basest desires like this, to be completely vulnerable and with Loki completely in control.
It is a dangerous kind of addiction that he couldn't restrain in Asgard, and he suspects he will never be able to. Not when Thor is so beautiful, his God of Thunder, his clueless and powerful brother, his, his, his-
The sudden overwhelming surge of possessiveness that flashes through him shakes him, leaves him breathless, and Loki shifts to compose himself, yanking over his usual calm veneer. It is ridiculous how Thor affects him, always, this pull of love and hate he cannot disregard with his brother.
"Loki," Thor says his name, feverish, a little like the beginning of a mantra. "What-"
Loki waves his hands again, and Thor stops, his lips parting in a quiet moan as the tentacles pry his arms apart from his body, spreads his legs. They tease him the way Loki always does, with Loki's teeth dragging deep over Thor's skin, lips hot with want as he kisses Thor everywhere, touches him everywhere, possesses him wholly as Thor arches into him, bucks into him, again and again, and again.
"Look at me, Thor," Loki commands quietly, and Thor hesitates before he turns to look at Loki, his breath shaky and stuttering as tendrils move up and down his cock, teasing him at the crown, tugging gently at the foreskin and around it. Their eyes meet, and Loki feels heat, sharp and intense, pooling in his stomach, feels an answering heat between his legs and moves to palm himself languidly, knowing that Thor is watching all the while.
He has the pleasure of watching Thor's eyes darken, something deeper than lust and his anger coiling within, and shivers as he thinks of his fantasies - Thor breaking the chains he's bound him in as he sometimes does, pinning Loki to the ground and kissing him violently, overpowering him because he's Thor, because he's Thor and sometimes there is nothing, nothing that Loki wouldn't do for him, and he would give it all up and rut like an animal against his brother as Thor bites out his name, roars it in the throes of his passion as he takes Loki against the ground, against the wall, slamming home. Thinks of the various ways Thor could have him, but Loki smiles as he thinks, not tonight.
Tonight, it's all about Loki, and how he can both humiliate and pleasure Thor like this, to wreck him, to hurt him, to hate him, to love him.
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Congratulations, you've killed me twice in one night.
I REGRET NOTHING.
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...hmm. Ah, well, I suppose we'll just have to go with SNUGGLES FOREVER.
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One day I will be a less creepy better person.
THAT DAY IS NOT TODAY.
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Incidentally, lack of creepiness is overrated.
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...uh, that totally sounded better in my head. And a lot less filthy. Which is really kind of peculiar, considering the amount of filth that generally takes up space in here.
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That was. Yeah. Mmm.
After reading the other comments, I'm really starting to think I should get in on the Tumblr action, too. I only just renewed my paid LJ, and kinda thinking I maybe shouldn't have...sigh.
Oh, and I just noticed the 2/? *melts and adds this to her long tracking list for mooooore*
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I'm working on the 3rd part now, thank you for following. :D
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