Captured by You
One Shot Drabble
Thorki
Warnings- might make you depressed…
Summary- You never see the lustful glances that I send to you. You only care about knowledge, never me, am I not important enough for you? You don't see the pain I put myself through. Why can't you love me? What did I do wrong?
A/N: Okay, so this is my first shot at Thorki, I wanted to rewrite one of my previous drabbles that I wrote for a different fandom and see how it sounded, I haven't written a fic in over a year, so I hope you like it. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor or Loki, they belong to Marvel.
Those delicious looking slim pink lips that seem to beg for attention each time you lick them, moistening them from the dry Sahara they become when you're nervous. Those curiously enchanted beautiful eyes that follow everything around you that moves like you will miss something important if you don't. You're silky pitch black hair that frames your flawless pale-skinned face like an angelic halo your lover stole from the angels in heaven. That well-structured body that is formed from years of training that has granted you curves that would make any warrior or maiden jealous.
Why did you capture my affection?
It was captured by you the first time I saw you without your armor since we were children; the way you sway your hips when doing the most sinful act of mere walking; the way you have a slight skip in your sex walk that would make a rabbit jealous. The way your magic flourishes out of your body through your fingertips would make man stare with awe and lust all in the same moment. The way you are always in your study, atoning to your studies, moving your graceful fingers along the tomes and ignoring my longing lustful stares that I give you when you are all alone. Ignoring the way my heart hurts every time you speak such hateful words to me.
Do you how many times it breaks for you?
It breaks every time you glare at me for messing up our hunt or going the wrong direction when you clearly told me it was the other way. It breaks every time you argue with our parents about unimportant matters when you are forced to do something you do not want when it includes me. It breaks every time you add that extra sexy sway in your walk, being a tease, not for me, no never for me, but for the fact that you could have anyone you wanted, anyone. It breaks every time I think that you and I could never be we.
Do you know that it is a sin for me to love you the way I do, brother?
You can't see how beautiful you are, how you captured my heart the first time I saw you, how many times it breaks for you, how I abuse my mind for you. Your mind is too focused elsewhere to notice.
I love you Loki; Even though you don't love me the same way.