Written to: Every Night - Imagine Dragons, crosspost from AO3
Logomachy: An argument over words.
"It was a very silly quarrel," Loki admits as he lies with his head pillowed on Thor's chest a few weeks later. Thor wonders what he is talking about, runs his fingers through Loki's hair and waits patiently.
"I'd made a bet with some dwarves from Nidavellir. I don't really remember what it was about. It was many millennia ago, and I was still rather young and reckless."
"You are still young and reckless, my love," Thor reminds him, smiling as he feels Loki's mouth stretch into a grin against his flesh.
"I lost. I know, it is rather difficult to imagine, isn't it? Me losing a bet? But that is most likely because I am always able to coerce you into thinking that I did not lose anything at all."
"Yes, you are," Thor agrees. "You are rather clever in that regard, and you are quite adept at making me believe I have done something wrong when in fact I have done nothing of the sort as a way to convince me to love you more even if I am already tired."
He nudges Loki between the thighs with a knee, laughs deep and throaty as he feels Loki's cock twitch slightly with interest and hears a slight hiss of breath from between Loki's teeth.
"As their prize, they wanted my head," Loki continues, rolling over so that he is seated firmly in the cradle of Thor's hips, their cocks nestling together hot and velvety. "And of course I had no problem giving that up, why would I? But I told them they most definitely could take my neck with it."
He takes both of their cocks in his hand, begins to stroke and pump. Thor watches in fascination as Loki's long, elegant fingers wrap around both their flesh and drags upwards in delightfully sinful motions.
"And who is to say where my neck ends and where my head begins?" Loki asks nonchalantly. "In the end, they could not agree on where one was to stop and the other was to begin, so they decided to stitch my mouth shut for playing with words. That was quite possibly the worst punishment I have ever endured."
"It was quite tragic," Thor murmurs, entranced by Loki's thumb worrying at the head of his cock. "I missed your voice for many years, silvered as it was."
Loki sighs, a throaty moan spilling from his throat as he rocks himself forwards, leaking sticky fluid onto his fingers. "Your head and neck are far too close to each other for proper distinction," Thor says, leaning forwards and pressing rough kisses to the underside of Loki's jaw. He wraps a broad hand around Loki's fingers, encourages him to pump faster and rougher, drawing soft cries from Loki's mouth.
Loki wriggles his hand out from underneath Thor's, places it on the back of Thor's neck and pulls him forward for a kiss. Thor smiles mischievously, pulls his hand back so his fingers are mostly wrapped around his own flesh, and Loki opens green eyes dilated with want and lust and pouts at him.
"Don't do that," he begs breathlessly, and Thor catches his wandering hands with his free hand. "Me too, this isn't fair," he whines, but if anyone asked, he most definitely hadn't been whining.
"Who is to say where you end and I begin?" Thor asks, nibbling tenderly at Loki's bottom lip. Loki draws back, looks at him incredulously, and threatens Thor that he would stitch his cock shut if he didn't continue, right this very instant. Thor laughs at Loki's empty threat, and obliges.