Round 8
ROUND 8 IS CLOSED.
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Keep up the awesome, folks.
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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... )
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Thor had always belonged to the sun. His warm, vibrantly attractive masculine beauty was a clear indication of this, but it was accompanied by his instinctive preference for hot, bright weather even as a child. Cold, dreary days always left him listless and drowsy, even now. His skin, hair and eyes always seemed to glow with a faint shade of the sunlight he'd always craved, but his brother was different.
Loki had never been one for mornings, or even early afternoons. He only seemed fully awake in the evenings, the dead of night, when things were cooler, quieter. He loved wandering in the chilly mist that would occasionally settle over Asgard in a mimicry of the human world's weather, and it was not uncommon for him to disappear for hours when the snows fell, especially late at night. The ladies of the court often referred to him as "the winter prince," due to his penchant for the gray and the cold, not to mention his naturally icy touch. They would shiver under their fine dresses after he released them from a dance across elegantly marbled floors during celebrations, not because they found him unappealing, but because his skin was just so cold.
Even his smile was chilly, thin and usually facetious, condescending. Thor had a big, chesty laugh that could echo for yards and a completely guileless smile like a little boy's. It was the same smile with which he greeted Loki that night, thudding cheerfully into his chambers without so much as the pretense of courtesy. He was, admittedly, surprised to find him still there - it was one of those nights he loved, frigid and still outside, a thick layer of glittering snow muffling all sound.
"Good evening," Thor announced his presence with a greeting, in that infuriating way he had, as if Loki was just so damned fortunate to have been blessed with his royal visit, or some such nonsense. Loki, for his part, barely acknowledged him save for a raised eyebrow to indicate his annoyance when Thor crashed unceremoniously onto his neatly-made bed, kicking off his heavy boots with a low thunk. "I didn't think I'd find you in here tonight, I know you like to walk on nights like this."
Loki let a tense, uncomfortable silence settle between them, just long enough to make Thor shift awkwardly on his bed, before responding. This was his habit, his way of reminding Thor that he was not entirely in control in their relationship. "Yes, well, I wanted to read," he said, finally. "It seems you are determined to keep this from happening, however, so. What can I do for you, brother?"
Thor beamed when Loki finally turned in his chair to face him, closing his book. Winning his undivided attention was a victory that he relished in a boyish sort of way. "Nothing in particular," he said, shrugging. "I've just been craving your company all day." His words were deliberately uncharacteristic, elaborate in a very un-Thor-like way, and Loki knew that he was being teased. He rolled his eyes when Thor rose to his feet and clomped over to him to peer down at his notes. "What are you reading?"
"The Asgardian judicial decree on the maximum legal sentencing possible for the crime of murdering one's brother. I like to know what I'm up against in terms of future potential difficulties," Loki responded dryly, and Thor laughed out loud, looming over him to slide his thick, powerful arms around him from behind, resting his chin on Loki's shoulder and nuzzling his bearded cheek gently against Loki's smooth one.
"My brother," he said fondly. "I do love you so much."
Loki squirmed, but made no serious attempt to escape Thor's grip. It was only then that Thor realized just how cold he was. "Are you ill, Loki?" he asked, suddenly concerned with the bone-deep chill rolling off of his brother's milky skin like smoke off dry ice.
"Of course I'm not ill," Loki shot back peevishly, and Thor frowned, grabbing the back of Loki's chair to spin it around so that he was facing him, kneeling down in front of him to press both huge, warm hands against his face.
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"This is hardly a deviation from the norm."
"It's worse than usual."
"Worse?" Loki was clearly offended, but Thor was too worried to console him at the moment.
"Shhh, let me look at you." He pressed his palm against Loki's forehead, alarmed to find it icy-cold as well, then the sides of his neck, the hollow of his throat, his hands and ears. He touched him all over the exposed parts of his flesh, increasingly concerned. "Here, take my robe." Thor was dressed in his standard evening attire, which included a heavy, knee-length duster robe woven from fine silk and cotton, in a deep wine-red. Now, he tugged it off and attempted to drape it over Loki's slender shoulders, but he moved away.
"Thor. I am fine. I only feel cold to your touch - as far as I am concerned, personally, I feel completely fine."
"Nonsense, into bed with you."
"Did you honestly just try to give me an order?"
"I am your king, brother."
Loki stared at Thor for a long moment, expressionless. Then, his head tipped back and he erupted into laughter, genuine laughter which was rare to hear from him, his shoulders shaking. "Oh. Oh, you really did," he gasped, wiping tears from his eyes. "You are so funny. Get out of my chambers before I destroy you."
Thor's shoulders slumped in defeat before he looked up at Loki from under his downy lashes and tried, "...Please?"
And it was so absurd, to see this giant of a golden king pouting hopefully, that Loki sighed. "I despise you," he muttered, before rising from his chair to shed his green robes, sliding under his thick covers with no particular regard for his nudity. Thor watched however, his stare heating up along with his blood as Loki's pale, lithe form was exposed to him.
"You do not," he finally murmured, rising as well, pulling off his own clothes to slip under the covers beside Loki. "You love me."
Loki did not respond, but he did roll over onto his side to face Thor, allowing himself to be tugged closer. He even curled into him a little, resting his dark head against a broad shoulder. Thor grinned, but knew better than to comment, and instead wrapped both arms around him, cradling him close against his chest. "Still so cold," he said softly, nuzzling tenderly into Loki's hair, enjoying the way he mussed it up a little. It always looked so damn sleek and perfect. "My Loki, why are you so cold?"
Loki only shrugged, but he allowed Thor's hand to slip under the covers, tracing nonsense patterns against the flat expanse of his vulnerable belly. When he pressed his palm against the angle of his slim hip, it was like a searing-hot stone melting a dent into a block of ice, sinking deeply into it. Loki sighed through his nose, unwilling to admit how Thor's gentle touch warmed him. He did arch into it slightly though, silently encouraging more.
"Perhaps this will help," Thor said thoughtfully, curling thick, rough fingers around the base of Loki's stirring cock. Loki made a soft sound in the back of his throat, rolling his hips toward Thor and pushing his thick, fuzzy thighs apart with one of his own slender legs, sliding it in between them to bring their erections flush together. Thor was already stiff and leaking, always so eager and ready for this ever since they'd been young, panting and heaving under their sheets together as curious fledglings. Together, they'd taught each other how to touch, taste, what felt good and how to make each other come. Now, Thor knew that pressing his fingertips against Loki's balls would make his hips twitch, that rolling them in his palm would elicit a deliciously unrestrained moan from his normally-reticent brother.
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Hot, slick flesh made for little friction, but Loki's pale eyes rolled back in his head when Thor tongued the soft, hot bit of skin behind his ear, cupping the heated weight of Loki's cock in his palm and thumbing the thick vein running down the underside of it. He moved in for a long, deep kiss, dipping his tongue into Loki's cold mouth for a taste, sucking on his tongue and twisting his wrist as he stroked him. He wrapped his fingers around both of their cocks, pressing them together in his callused grip.
Loki could do little else but hook an arm around Thor's neck, helpless and dizzy with greedy lust. The pressure of his brother's thick erection against his own was more than he could handle, the leaking heads of their cocks catching and rubbing together and creating a sizzling spike of pleasure that shot down his spine and straight to his balls. He made a choked sound, the rolling rhythm of his hips stuttering as he went taut and silent, his breath hitching in his throat a split second before he came. He spilled over Thor's fingers, hot come spurting out of him in several long, hard pulses.
Thor paused to watch, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at Loki's orgasm. "Ah, Loki, please," he mumbled nonsensically, and once he'd recovered, Loki rolled over to push Thor onto his back. He knelt between his thick thighs as they spread open for him obligingly, lowering his head to lap delicately at the head of his cock. He'd planned on teasing him until he came all over his face, but Thor reach down to palm the back of his head. He pulled him down when he came, but Loki was willing, and opened his mouth to accept the first blistering pulse of come that spilled into it.
Thor held him in place until he'd finished, and per usual, he came so much that a bit of it dripped from the corners of Loki's mouth, spilling down his chin. Thor's hand lowered, pressed against Loki's mouth gently, keeping it closed. "Swallow it for me," he said quietly, his voice the low and rumbling threat of a summer storm in the air, as he met his eyes directly.
Loki smiled through Thor's fingers, and tipped his head back, exposing the long, pale expanse of his slender throat in an instinctive gesture of trust, gulping down his mouthful of come. Thor watched his adam's apple work it down, Loki sighing and closing his eyes once he'd swallowed. Thor watched him as he came down, the desire in his eyes melting back into tenderness. "Come here," he said simply, holding out both arms, and Loki collapsed against him, laying on his chest and yawning.
"Warm now?" he went on, a little teasingly.
"I'll destroy you in the morning," Loki decided out loud, closing his eyes.
"You're never awake in the mornings," Thor reminded him, triumphantly.
"You test my patience, brother."
"But I remain clever enough to do so when you're too tired to retaliate. Don't I deserve some credit for that?"
But Loki was already asleep. Which, Thor considered in retrospect, was probably a fortunate thing.
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