Written to: Eileen - The Hush Sound, crosspost from AO3
Baisemain: A kiss on the hand.
"You think I will forgive you," Loki says, looking at Thor who is lying on his side and heaving like a winded bull, his face flushed as he struggles to breathe and recover from the orgasm that had been horrendously long in coming. Loki had eventually taken pity on him after a while (and he, too, was getting pretty tired) before releasing the seidr ropes binding Thor's wrists and cock and allowing Thor to throw him down onto the mattress and pound away until he spread warm heat into Loki.
"Yes," Thor mutters, rolling over to look at Loki, who just arches an eyebrow at him. "Forgiveness is what I have come to expect. And especially after that; you must remind me only to promise you things that I want to promise you instead of just making sweeping generalisations."
"Mm," Loki agrees, but both he and Thor know that he won't remind Thor of that, any time, just like he and Thor both know that Thor will eventually promise Loki anything once again.
"And I have forgiven you, also," Thor says, and Loki looks at him this time, really looks at him. "I have forgiven you for those times when you came back and began to swell heavy with child that was not mine, or when a little basket of baby would arrive for you in the post like a parcel. I have forgiven these things, you must remember."
Loki sighs, knows that this is true and that he cannot dispute the fact. His apologies have been a long time in coming, he thinks, as he finally turns to Thor and says that he is sorry. Really, truly sorry, that it had not been his intent.
Thor gives him a soft smile, pats his knee. "It happens, fairest," he says gently. "And I am sorry, too, for causing them in driving you away with silly quarrels and spats and fights. It is ill befitting of two princes to have such petty disagreements. And it is not like I do not like your children...although I have to say Jörmungandr likes to confuse me for his lunch and then gets very upset when he cannot chew through my skin."
Loki reaches for Thor's broad hand, picks it up, admires its width and strength against his own pale, slim fingers. He presses kisses to Thor's knuckles, tasting salt and sweat and heat that is rapidly boiling away, wonders if he ought to tell Thor about Angrboda, about Sigyn, about Svadilfari.
Thor watches Loki lave gentle kisses over the back of his hand, and wonders when he ought to tell Loki that he has already been forgiven, hundreds of thousands of times over.