Hiii!

How the last week went for you, girls? I hope all nice :)

Enjoy this chapter then! It takes place seconds after the last one, so you may want to re-read the last lines~ Yes, the porn ones je je.

xoxo

Thor broke the kiss panting heavily and retrieved his hand from Loki's entrance, taking it to his mouth and sucking one finger. It tasted like blood and seed, and Thor grinned when Loki rolled over him and started to clean the cum from his chest with his tongue and lips; he looked like a horned blue kitten entertained with milk and Thor couldn't help bringing his own hand to that wet messy hair and petting his nape.
Loki let go of his 'snack' and leaned into the touch, favouring Thor with an affectionate flash of his eyelids. His lover looked directly into those burning eyes and smiled. 'Bright red like ripe strawberries,' realized the prince. And the thought gave him hunger, hunger for more of Loki's beauty and hunger for…actual food.
"Dear, I'm starving."
As if to underline his words his stomach made a growl of its own and Loki chuckled under his nose. "I can hear it."
"Let's eat something then?"
"Okay, but we need to clean that mess beforehand." And only then did Thor take in their surroundings. The two of them were at the bottom of Loki's large bath tub, wet and soaked in come instead of soap, all the water that had been inside currently on the floor, Loki's clothes ripped apart, the shampoo spilled around the floor too.
"Aw… that's a really big mess."
They looked each other in the eyes and suddenly burst into laughing.
"You know," Thor brushed his hair out of his face, stepping out of the tub, "I've never done this before."
"What?" Loki passed him a towel. "Frottage, or moaning for another man like a virgin lady?"
"Talk to anyone about that and I'm castrating you." And he tried to look angry or embarrassed about his actions in the heat of passion, waited for his mood to drop and his chest to be filled with a bitter and oppressing sensation…Nope, not happening, just a perfect bliss. He felt no shame for anything he'd done with Loki. Who, by the way snorted, picking up his pants. "I don't think so. You'd miss my dick too much."
"True," Thor chucked and kissed him in the forehead. "But still, I have a dignity to preserve. And I was actually referring to spilling all the water from the tub just with sex. You're a brute, my love."
"Look who's talking about brutality."
"You liked it."
"And I didn't deny it. But let's move; you were the one complaining about hunger. But I'll need to change the towels because those are wet and sticky with come, so do me a favour and go to the junk room and get some. I'll take care of the cleaning duties here."
"Ok, it's the one with a panel 'shit I may need' hanging from the door, right?"

Loki nodded and Thor just pulled his pants on, walking down the corridor and enjoying the soreness in his lower back. He'd had plenty of time to examine Loki's house in the past two months and a week. Well, two months, because the last week they'd spent mostly fucking like rabbits.
The Asgardian prince giggled at the memory; whey they got back from that hunt Loki had dragged him into his room, threw him on the bed like a sack of potatoes and fully fulfilled all his promises end threats. However, after a small nap Loki insisted into being the one to fuck the prince, and even though Thor was reluctant at the beginning he thought that if Loki had no quarrel with taking a cock inside, why would he? Truth be told the Jotun wasn't exactly the most gentle of lovers; he liked to tease and go hard. But Thor was a warrior, and as such often related physical agony with the immense pleasure of battle. They both did. So when Loki took him for the first time and a throbbing pain ran all over his back he found himself pleading for more. And more, and more, and more…He discovered he liked taking as much as giving. He liked to fall asleep with the taste of seed in his mouth and to wake up to painful scratches over his chest.

So with the exception of their little argument it had been a succession of perfect days.

Needless to say though that Thor was in a perfect mood, he knew that this paradise was about to end very soon, that peace would not last and as a man he would have to stand tall and fight for whom he loved the most. But for now…
He entered the storage. It was old and dusty, obviously filled with millions of little objects Loki didn't know where to put. The Jotun was of the opinion that anything could be useful when we least expect it. And in that case it proved to be true, after all living alone he could suffice with two towels, but he had more somewhere in between all that shit, and now Thor was supposed to find them. And as if that wasn't enough the room was submerged in semi-darkness. The rest of the house had magic light floating under the top, but there he would have to content himself with a small window.

So he started to open shelves and move boxes, coughing continually. Seriously, when was the last time Loki cleaned there? He was about to call his partner for help when his eye caught sight of a package that said 'bath' and opened it, finding some towels and bath rugs. Very proud of himself he picked it up quickly and accidentally shoved a pile of papers with an elbow. Cursing himself under his breath the blond had to bend down to pick them up and try to put them in a stable pile again. But then he got hold of something curious.

And old photograph. Thor was familiar with photographs and he knew that in the past (the Midgardian past) they used to be in black and white, like that one. It wasn't like it was very interesting, but something in it unsettled Thor. He looked closer, turning it to the light.

The image showed six adults and a little boy standing together in front of a decorated tree. He immediately noticed a tall pale man with a ponytail. That was Loki, who mentioned once or twice disguising himself as a Midgardian while in there. As handsome as always, chuckled Thor. The people were: a nice woman with curled hair and fine glasses, a fat old man with a ridiculous sweater, another woman, but with long light hair, another aged gentlemen, Loki smiling lightly, and finally a dark haired man with a clean moustache and an arrogant expression on his face.

However, it was the child that stood next to that man who unsettled Thor. There was something painfully familiar in his innocent face, like when you see a person you are supposed to know but don't get who it is. Dark eyes and hair, cheerful grin, and a Captain America toy in his arms.
Unconsciously Thor turned the photo and read the inscription behind, his eyes opening wide and his mouth falling open:

'Howard Stark's team + little Tony. Christmas 1970'.

Thor: So, Valentine's day this week and I'm gonna spend it with my one and true love...

Loki: *smiles proudly*

Thor: ...food.

Loki: ...

Thor: W.. wait, Loki? Loki it was a joke! Loki, honey, is that a bazooka? Lokiiiiiii! Someone help meee!