Is been a while since I tried to animate something (ー_ー)
// Mun: Hey, beautiful people! Some of you already knew that I was working on this piece, but it took me a while to finish because I had some problems with the position of their heads and all, I changed them a few times and this is my final choice! It ended up quite good, to be honest xD Hey! Thorki Threesome! YAAAY!! If it’s complicated to tell, it’s MCU Thor from Thor: TDW + MCU Loki from The Avengers + Comic Loki from AoA = HOT AS HELL xDDI love Thorki 3some’s
Day 5 (Blow Jobs)
Drabble. In which Loki feels like sucking Thor off is a religious experience probably
If there was nothing else to sate him, nothing to bring him back from the edge of insanity, Thor could still reach through to him, ceaseless, enduring.
If one’s only cause of inferiority and bitterness was also the only source of love, of life, of purpose, there was no more invigorating an existence than that, in Loki’s mind, twisted as it seemed. He lived that existence, rising and falling, exalted before coming down hard. He fed off of Thor, everything about him, like someone starved of passion for a lifetime, and the mere taste of Thor would shut off his poisonous, chaos-ridden thoughts, silencing all doubt about where he belonged, stifling all fear of accepting it.
Stifling, like the thick weight of Thor filling his mouth. He could’t think with his mouth full. And to stop his over-thinking was a feat in and of itself, a relief he chased eternally.
Anonymous asked: fluffy ficlet based on Ed Sheeran's Kiss Me lyric "I'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms"?
(I love that song asdfghj. This turned into a slightly more angst-y then fluffy arranged marriage thing-y. I hope you like it :3 )
Loki clenches his fists tighter as another gust of winter air whips around him, his nails biting into his palms. He’s angry. Irrationally so. It’s been constant since his wedding day and given this new, weak, skin. The cold that he used to feel familiar makes him shiver and his teeth chatter to until jaw hurts
Another gust of wind blows a lock of hair into his face, stinging his cheek, cold and wet from tears. He pushes back violently. It’s the only part of him that looks like him anymore. His lungs shake as he takes a deep breath. He thinks of his father’s so-called assurances, given to him before he sent Loki off to this place. He’d just have to get used to it.
He hears a step behind him, feels warmth of a fire just inside beckoning to him.
"Loki," Thor says softly, his voice sending another chill through Loki. "Please come in."
Loki grits his teeth and glares into the starless night. He thinks this would somehow would be better if Thor was the violent brute he thought he was being married to. Thor walks on eggshells around Loki, has hardly even flinched every time Loki has snapped at him and spat vitriol at him. He merely clenches a fist and jaw and turns away, leaving Loki to stew in his rage alone. He comes back calm, and it makes Loki even more irate.
Thor comes to stand beside him, hands resting on the railing, their arms almost touching. Thor is radiating heat, and Loki wants to step away, but his cold feet seem unable to follow his command.
"I’m trying to make this work," Thor says after a few minutes, nothing but the whistling of wind between them. Loki looks over at Thor, blinking away a few tears. Thor stares ahead, eyebrows furrowed. "It’s not like I had much of a choice in this either."
Loki looks away again, takes another shuddering breath. “You did not have to leave your home. You did not have to change your entire being-“
"I did not," Thor says, bowing his head, "and I understand your anger in that, but I wish that at least you’d let me…"
Loki looks back as Thor trails off. “What?”
Thor lets out a sigh. “Let me try to make this feel like home for you.” Thor’s eyes lock on Loki’s, his gaze unyielding and bright in the dark.
Loki’s rage seems to seep out of him and blow away with the cold. He shudders. He feels tired, his muscles weak. Whether it’s from the constant anger he’s felt or standing out in the cold for so long, he’s not entirely sure. He sags against the railing, his throat thick and stinging. He he shut his eyes and looks away as tears well up once more. He can’t speak, even if he wanted to. He simply tries to keep his shaking body standing, Thor’s words replaying in his mind.
Thor wraps an arm around his slouched shoulders and slowly leads him back inside, taking him to a plush couch sat before a fire pit. They sit side-by-side for a while, staring at the flames. Loki is starting to feel warm again, his fingers still tight and slow as he curls him against his thighs.
"I’m cold," he says, his voice weak, his throat aching as he forces the words out.
Thor looks at him and seems to hesitate for a moment before moving closer, wrapping his arm about Loki’s shoulders again and pulling him half on to his lap. Loki tucks his face into Thor’s neck and grips the thick fabric of Thor’s tunic tightly. He feels strange and comforted by Thor’s scent, nuzzling his face into his neck more and inhaling deeply. Thor’s arm tightens around him, his other hand pulling his knees up a bit higher so Loki is practically curled into a ball atop him. His hand begin sliding up and down the length of Loki’s back, and it makes him relax further into Thor.
He feels light, like there’s been a pressure lifted from his chest, but it’s left him drained, exhausted to the very bone. In the moments before he drifts off to sleep he feels Thor’s lips on his cheek, soft and feather-light. The corner of his mouth rises without a thought.
Thanks to Booty-loki for the inspiration… Centaur Thor and Loki!! And some smut too he! (Como lo pediste!) XD
So Hypatia and I were talking about what breeds of horses would be on Thor and Loki’s horse-halves and we decided:
Thor would totally be a Belgian Draft Horse:
All that power and strength and grace.
And Loki would be a Friesian:
Look at all that sass. He knows he’s hot shit. And the mane is the perfect texture of Loki’s hair!
thorloki modern au where thor and loki are dating for a few months and they go to a bar that has a karaoke night and thor goes up and sings “come on eileen” but replaces “eileen” with loki and back at their table loki is covering his face but laughing and then he realizes he is in love with that goofball
Loki can’t believe what an idiot Thor is. He can’t believe he’s dating this idiot. And he really can’t believe that he can’t seem to stop smiling.
He peeks through his fingers as the chorus starts, quickly covering his eyes again when he catches a glimpse of some horrendous dancing that Thor has decided to bring into this whole routine. He’s glad the music is loud enough to hide the strange squeal of laughter that just came out of him.
"Come on LOW-KEY," Thor shouts into the mic, doing his best to smother the back up vocals. "Too-loo-rye-ayyyeee!”
The other bar goers howl with laughter and hoot, only encouraging Thor to sing louder and more badly. Loki dares to look at the stage again and catches Thor’s eye. He winks in Loki’s direction and shimmies his hips out of time with the song. Loki can’t do anything but shake his head and laugh. Thor laughs too, cackling so hard he can hardly manage to get the words out, folding into himself as the music goes on.
Loki’s stomach aches and his cheeks burn from smiling and laughing so hard. His heart is beating hard in his chest and he’s not sure if he’s ever felt like this before. He peeks again and kicks his feet beneath the table as Thor barely manages to keep up, shouting Loki’s name over the song once more. He shuts his eyes even tighter.
If this were anyone else, Loki would be plotting their murder right now, but instead his embarrassment(there are people looking at him, hollering and pointing as Thor’s yells his name to the goddamn ceiling) is outweighed by warmth and happiness. He wants to kiss Thor right now. Right on his stupid lips that keep singing horribly. He wants Thor nuzzle his neck, like he always seems to do when he gets drunk off his ass, and feel the warmth of his reddened cheeks and the scratchiness of his beard on his skin.
His stomach flips as the words pop into his head. What’s worse is that they don’t fill him with dread or make him want to run far, far away. It all settles in his mind easily, seems to fit nicely with Thor. He moves his index finger and opens one eye. He cackles when Thor flips his hair dramatically and smolders for the crowd.
He’s in love with the damn idiot, and everything feels right in the world.