Written to: Alone - Armin Van Buuren ft. Lauren Evans, crosspost from AO3
Borborygmi: The rumbling sounds that your stomach makes.
Thor comes back from great hunts laden down with animal skins and horns, scented with the joy of triumph and victory, a deep-rooted bloodlust sated and satisfied. He comes home, promptly tosses the pelts and bones into a room haphazardly (and Loki has already told him to please try and organise them, but of course Thor never heeds this advice), and traipses through the halls of Asgard, in search of Loki.
"I am positively famished," he tells Loki as he pins Loki to the bed, and Loki can even hear the growlings of thunder prowling about under Thor's skin.
"I am not a ham for you to stuff into your mouth," Loki protests, but his words are cut off by a sharp gasp as Thor leans down and bites at the soft skin of his neck, sucking at the sweet flesh he finds there. "Those particular hams are in the kitchen," he continues as Thor pushes aside the shoulders of Loki's robes and captures a dusky nipple between his teeth, twisting a soft whimper from Loki's throat.
"Hush, love," Thor mutters, biting kisses into the taut skin pulled across the hollows of Loki's hips. "I wish to have you first; if you do not stop moving, I may get careless and begin to eat you up, instead."
Loki wants to point out that the bites Thor is nibbling into his skin will leave confusingly telltale marks, the ones on his neck in particular, for everybody to see. Thor just smiles up at him - more innocently than he has any right to - and tells Loki that he is far too delicious of a treat to pass up.
Loki has another sharp, biting retort on the tip of his tongue when Thor suddenly opens his mouth and swallows Loki down.
Loki gasps, tossing his head back against the soft pillows of their bed, twisting his hands into the silky sheets underneath him to try to ground himself. Thor's throat closes around him in rhythmic swallows, his tongue massaging across velvety, heated skin, teasing, tantalising, tasting and lapping up the clear stickiness Loki's cock is beginning to leak into his mouth. One of Thor's hands is splayed out over Loki's abdomen, the other in between Loki's legs, fingers circling delicately around Loki's twitching entrance.
Loki sighs, half in frustration, half in pleasure, as Thor teases him, and finally snaps at Thor that he ought to hurry up and eat faster. Thor gives him a little smile, as best he can with his mouth stuffed full, and scrapes his teeth lightly against the skin of Loki's cock as he pulls off him with a short pop, lips cherry red and glistening.
"Why, fairest?" Thor wants to know, his hot breath ghosting against Loki's aching erection; Loki cants his hips forward, and Thor just gives a little laugh and pins his hips down to the bed. "You have always been one to hound me about not eating so quickly."
Loki grinds his teeth in frustration.
An hour or so later, when Loki is just drifting off to sleep amidst a delicious haze of soreness, he is rudely awoken up by a very loud rumble of thunder close to his head. He jolts out of his doze, instantly alert, looks over his shoulder at Thor, who is fast asleep, an arm slung carelessly, heavily over Loki's waist.
As Loki stares at him, he hears the loud rumble of thunder, which trails off into a little whine and hiccup at the end. Thor mutters something in his sleep about hams and chickens in great quantities, and Loki just snorts, lies back down, and pulls the pillows over his head to try and muffle the noises of Thor's growling stomach beside him.