A/N-Thank you everyone! You are the loveliest people out there. *insert heart balloons, and a cake and confetti, because who doesn't like confetti?*
The good news is, I PASSED IN MATH. Woopie! Woopie! I'm so happy, that I could give a random stranger a strip tease if someone asked me to. Okay ignore that. Nonetheless, here is a big chapter, with light fluffy scenes, because my mind is broken to write the more intenser ones. But you'll get something like that soon! Like, more porn. Mahahaha!
Sorry for all the grammatical errors; I'm too lightheaded right now, teehee. Have I mentioned that I passed in math? Okay, okay...Here's the story. I still love you all...
There was something warm, hot, sticking to the entire length of his back, under his face, over him. All around him, enveloping him like wings of an angel. This was comfortable, so comfortable, that Loki's eyes snapped open. He wasn't used to such comfort, and he perceived it to be some danger. What else could it be? Who could probably comfort him? Who could even come close to him? This had to be something wrong.
But as sleep faded away from his eyes, he realized what the unfamiliar, yet comfortable warmth was. Thor.
Thor's hand was cushioning his head, the other arm was draped over his waist, and it was Thor's body, his front, sticking to Loki. Oh. A wild coloring immediately painted his face at the proximity, with which he wasn't used to.
He decided to squirm out of Thor's heavy grip, powerful- even though Thor was asleep. He lifted his head, and slowly dragged his body forward. He was sure that he had moved almost an inch when Thor's hand suddenly moved, the one on his waist, and Thor pulled Loki closer, flattening his palm on the azure chest. Woah. Okay. This was complex.
Loki tried to lay as still as he could, feeling Thor's shallow breath on his ear. His body fit into Loki's. Perfectly. Thor's legs folded and fitted into the hollow where Loki had his knees folded. They had their bodies spooned together, attached together from Loki's back, all the way down to his calves. Loki felt the soft fabric of Thor's trousers between his legs, the way Thor had his legs entwined with Loki's. Oh-and that's when Loki realized that he wasn't wearing anything.
Where were his clothes?
And that's when he remembered, that Thor had opened his white robe last night, he must've removed them when Loki feel asleep because- because he had been pleasured, with Thor's hand. Last night, when Thor first touched him, at the most intimate of all places. Loki felt the room heat up suddenly. He looked down at the hand on his chest, on his heart; it was the very same hand from last night, the one Thor had used to- did, well- uh, made Loki come undone. Loki closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Gently, he brought his hand up, and placed his palm atop Thor's, lacing their fingers over his own beating heart. He felt contended.
Moments passed. He didn't know how long he laid still, fingers laced together, his thumb tracing abstract patterns on the bronze skin.
"Good morning."
Loki was surprised to hear Thor's light whisper in his ear. His head jerked back, and collided with Thor's nose. Thor expressed his pain with a small "ah" and slipped his hand out of Loki's hold, to clutch his nose. Loki immediately turned, worried eyes peering closer to examine his deed.
"Thor!" He whispered, afraid that he hurt his husband. He rose on his elbow, because lying down, he couldn't get a nice view to Thor's nose. He removed Thor's hand to have a better inspection, because he had just woken up, and he had already embarrassed himself, (and how could someone embarrass themselves so early in the morning?) He was feeling just so guilty and –and then Thor's face broke out into a bright smile, and what?
Thor lay there, a dazzling smile lighting up his entire face, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and woah- that smile was just so bright! Loki's face crumpled up in confusion, because even though they were not of the same species, he knew that this was not an expression people used when they were in pain. Because Thor looked happy and impressed, and maybe…maybe Loki was still half-asleep. Or maybe Thor was.
But Thor couldn't help himself. He just loved the way Loki took his name. Again. And again. And again! It was different from last night, when it was all desperate, and in need. It was a simple gasp of exclamation this time. And yet, it sounded like music to Thor's ears. His smile slowly faded away when he saw the confusion on Loki's face, but the Thunderer still raised his eyebrows in amusement nonetheless.
"I'm sorry," Thor said, voice in a sing-song mood. "It's just that… does this mean we're talking?"
Realization dawned upon Loki's face, and his eyes wandered off, away from Thor's eyes. He saw the window, the very same window from last night, and he looked back to Thor's face again.
"I-I…yes," he said, in a small voice, looking away, careful not to face the windows this time. Oh Valhalla! If he could, then Loki would run away, at this very instance, and hide in a small corner. He had so much to analyze, so much to swallow! Thor, he touched him, and kissed him, and there was last night, when they-they- Ah! He couldn't even think about it! And this morning, where Loki hurt him (which was still very embarrassing, by the way,) and yet, Thor was here, smiling for Jotunheim's sake, and asking him whether they were talking or not! Loki would've run away, gladly, provided that he was not stark naked. Yes, last night, he got some unknown courage from unknown source. But now, all he knew was that he was lying naked, bare naked, with his husband in the same bed, under the same sheets, bodies so close!
"Very well…" Thor said, taking Loki's hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. He realized that maybe Loki was feeling uncomfortable, and he needed some personal space. He would gladly give him that. He would gladly unwind Loki.
"I'll leave now. Uh." Thor wasn't sure what else to say now. He was never very good with words. He gave a small nod, and rose up. The room was still dimmed with the curtains, Thor noted, walking out. But it was still, one of the brightest days in his life.
He had woken up with the sun, as per his routine. But then he realized that he didn't feel his arm. Of course, he realized, Loki was still lying on his arm, and it had gone numb. Thor considered standing up, maybe flex his arms, and get going for the day. But this- simply lying down with his Loki like this, he didn't feel like moving. So he lay still for a long time. Maybe he fell asleep again. Apparently he did. Because the next time he woke up, he felt something on his hand. It was Loki's thumb, stroking his palm, he realized. So his prince woke up? Thor considered acknowledging his presence. But Loki's strokes were just so –so pleasing, that Thor decided against it.
And so he lay still until he could no longer test his patience. After all Loki had spoken last night. He wanted to know whether or not they would have proper conversations.
And Loki said yes. This was enough for him to take down the entire nine realms down in a day. It was a bright day after all, he reflected.
"Thor! Thor!" Fandral exclaimed, later that day. "Thor! The most miraculous thing happened to me today!" He said, running to the small group of friends. Nobody was really surprised though. It was always Fandral with the "most miraculous" news.
"So I was hurrying down the third aisle," he began, even if no one replied, or even bothered to look up from their works, " I was running an errand for the Queen. And I was thinking about Leya- you know, the dutchess from last night, because she told me she wanted to see me again-" at this, all the warriors rolled their eyes, "-but hey! Its not over! Because then I turned around the corner. And -Thor- the Jotun prince was just on the opposite side, and I crashed with him before I could stop and-"
Thor's eyebrows furrowed at this. "Is Loki- is he alright?"
"Oh yes for the holy Yggsdrasil! Stop your lover's prate, and let me continue." Fandral said with an obvious expression, at which Thor crossed his arms. "Anyways, so then I apologized-" The blond warrior continued, without paying any attention to the Asgardian prince, "and you what happened next? The prince said it was alright!"
"And, so?" Sif asked, still unimpressed.
"No, you don't understand. He spoke!" Fandral explained.
"Goodness, are you sober?" Volstagg asked. "The Jotun prince actually said something?"
"Yes! That's what I've been trying to tell you!" The ignored warrior said.
"Oh my! So he is talking now?" Hogun asked. "Thor, know you about this?" He turned to the prince.
"I- ah, yes." Thor stuttered. How could he tell his friends that Loki's voice had come undone when he reached the peak of pleasure last night? This was his private treasure, a moment he would share with none.
But apparently his face must've expressed everything.
"Did you two lie together last night?" Fandral asked, at which he received a slap from Sif. "What?" he whispered, at which Sif glared.
"Not entirely." Thor answered, looking away. Well, it was different when he was talking about some random partners he took to bed now and then, before he was married. He even boasted about the details, in his boyhood days, when this was a trend, and all his friends shared their own stories. Except Sif though, who simply rolled her eyes, but Thor knew that she enjoyed the humorous adventures nevertheless, because she wasn't like all the other women.
But this was his husband he was talking about. And he simply didn't feel like expressing their privacy, even to his closest friends.
"Looks like Thor's lost in his dreams from last night." Sif teased, catching back his attention. "Leave him. We'll go and talk to the prince about all the questions unanswered from that night!" She had this excitement in her voice, the one which always scared the warriors.
But this time, this sounded like a brilliant idea to them. The rest of them agreed and sprinted of before Thor could stop them.
"No. That's for the others. Helbindi especially likes to use spears, they are heavy, and yet the sharpest." Loki explained, as question after question was poured in front of him. Oh how he missed his own voice! He loved talking, he could talk so much! The warriors were much more recognizable this time. He didn't feel that uncomfortable this time. And they were talking about his favorite things, how could he not say anything?
And it was all because of Thor. The one who undid him, made him comfortable enough to speak again. And speaking of Thor, where was he?
Volstagg asked something, but that went over Loki's head, because his eyes were searching for a certain blonde prince. "What? May I beg your pardon?" He asked when he saw that everyone was eagerly waiting for an answer.
"I asked, what do you use, my prince?" Volstagg repeated.
"Oh, I use daggers. Sharp and quick. Easy to use." Loki reasoned.
"Oh, will you show us some moves?" Sif asked, excited to see Jotunar weapons on display.
"Yes of course. But, uh?" He gestured at the book he was reading. They were in the Royal Library; the warriors must have followed him there. But apparently they had broken all the maintain silence rules. This was not something that usually pleased Loki. But these were Thor's friends after all. How could he refuse them?
He had been talking all day, with the maids, the chamberlains, he even greeted the Queen, just to get into the feel again. He could not talk to Thor with a broken voice now, could he? After all, he had so much to tell him!
"Yes, surely, my prince." Hogun interrupted. "Later this evening?"
Loki nodded, and Sif said that she something about waiting eagerly for that.
"So, what about the feasts? Do you attend celebrations in other realms?" Fandral asked next.
Woah! He must have been talking for the past half hour. These questions seemed never-ending! Now that Loki thought about it, Thor seemed to be the quietest of them all.
Speak of the devil! Loki diverted his eyes from the crowd to think of a proper answer, and they met the brightest set of sapphire eyes, smiling at him from the doorway.
Thor looked at Loki's caged expression, and decided to lighten his mood. Maybe free him. He decided to be a little bold, and he winked. Then he carefully sneaked away into one of the huge aisles of books and novels.
Loki's heart gave a small flutter at Thor's gestures. Was this a cue to follow him? He excused himself and quickly disappeared in between the bookshelves, losing the warriors, and searching for Thor. He slowed his pace when he walked into the deeper sections of the library.
Was Thor doing this to rid him of the warriors? He paused. Maybe?
"Not the people's type?" Thor asked, directly in his ear. Alright. When did he come so close?
"I- yes," Loki answered, turning to him. "And you're not the one with words, are you?" He asked, heart beating loudly in his chest. He was just talking to Thor, and yet, this small conversation about nothing in particular was doing something to him.
"Correct assumption." Thor gave a bright smile. "So, enjoying your stay?" He asked, voice suddenly getting low. Loki's heart skipped another beat, and he took a step backwards.
"Maybe." He said, looking away.
"So you do talk, a lot, do you not?" Thor asked, stepping closer.
"Yes." Loki still didn't meet his eyes, taking another step backwards.
"What about the Library?" Thor stepped into his personal space.
"The books are brilliant." The scholar in Loki answered, his back hitting a bookshelf. His eyes met Thor's. Finally.
Thor wanted to say something. He wanted to talk about so many things! So many topics popped up in mind when he stood in the doorway, concealed, admiring Loki's speech. And yet right now, his face breaths apart from Loki's, he found all the ideas run out from his head.
Loki felt the intensity in Thor's eyes gaze into his soul. He felt Thor close in. His breath hitched when Thor raised his hand, and place it on the wooden shelf, right beside his face.
"Oh. Your voice." Thor leaned in, lips just so close. He inclined his body, almost touching. Loki closed his eyes, Thor's intoxicating fragrance taking over him. His head hit the books behind him, and he felt déjà vu all over. Like their first night together. And yet, everything was anew all over, because this time Loki was not afraid. This was all just new to him, that's all.
And Thor turned to his ear, again, though this time his light stubble gently rubbed over Loki's cheeks. "Your voice is beautiful." He whispered, lips ghosting over the shell of his ears.
Loki took heavy breaths in. He was about to raise his hand, and do just- something. But then they heard someone's footsteps, and before they could jump apart, they heard Fandral's voice.
"What's taking you so long- oh. Oh. I'm-oh." He stuttered, looking away as the couple looked at him from their very deluding position.
"Did you find him, Fandral?" Volstagg voice came from somewhere, and soon he emerged from the direction of his voice.
"Why, here is Thor and- ohh." Realisation hit Volstagg with a flush of embarrassment, as he stared with huge eyes, surprised. "Apologies," he muttered, and quickly skirted away.
"Oh. I-We're- we apologize for the interruption, my Lords." Fandral said, bowing. Then he turned away and followed the former warrior, leaving the two princes alone and blushing.
Loki had a heavy blush on his entire body, and he didn't realize whether it was from embarrassment, or because of the proximity to Thor. Maybe both, he realized, when Thor jumped away. He looked away, too embarrassed to meet the sapphire eyes.
Thor was in a similar position. It was Loki's voice, it had intoxicated Thor. It was like magic rolling of in enigmatic waves. It was just so musical! Now that Loki was finally replying back, Thor just couldn't stop himself from heading closer to him! But he didn't realize that they would get caught, like this.
Too many eyes, Thor thought, to bask in the brightest day in solitude.