I wrote this on an impulse, being very drowsy and drunk, I might add...
As of today I plan to watch The Avengers on cinema, a fourth time... I must say I am totally obsessed with The Avengers Loki eventhough this fic is more about the one in Thor. I've even dyed my hair black and starting to show off a backslick and... well, let's just say that I am very much in love with Tom Hiddleston and his Loki.
I am aware that I very rarely write here, but I do hope my few remaining fans out there will enjoy this short Thorki oneshot.
The amber liquid made its way into the cavities of my mouth and throat, sliding down effortlessly, warming up the chambers of my stomach.
I drink up every drop and later I begin to speak... speak as if my life depended on it, as if words would save me from the hollow recognition that I could not be saved, that my brother did not care for me at all, but he does.
As he moves over to my side, grasping the vial of intoxicating bitterness, the alcohol brother knows I am so fond of now that I have found out that he and I no longer share, well, has never shared blood...
Thor does not seem to be that affected by this, he strokes my neck and cheek in a loving manner, I almost flinch at the sensation, feeling as if I am not worthy of his touch.
I do not know why I am this emotional.
I still, in the depths of my heart see Thor as my brother... still... I care for him more than anything, but I cannot express this no matter how hard I try.
Many Asgardians see me as a nuisance, as a true trickster, the one with the silver tongue. But... I am this, still, as much as I...
I break down crying, looking at my brother, wanting, no, needing the warmth of another God to feel alive, once again.
And I tempt him into deep coitus, and as I fall asleep in his arms, I wear a smile upon my lips.