I accidentally a gangster!fic with Thor, Loki, Charles and Erik. This is just a rough little draft-scrawl on the back of some notepaper, and I’m going to re-write it, etc, when I have time.
“You wouldn’t,” Erik growled, twisting his leg behind him in an attempt to trip Thor.
“Oh?” Loki cooed, a smirk on his face, “I wouldn’t?”
Loki paced the floor, cold metal gun twirling on his finger. The tight black satin vest clung to his chest like a second skin.
He turned, and spun on his heel, and in one swift movement pressed the gun to Charles’ forehead.
“Erik, my dear, if you think I wouldn’t paint the walls with your little boyfriends brains, then you’re as naive as you are handsome,” Loki continued, pressing the cold metal harder against Charles’ sweating skin.
“And I would so hate to waste such a pretty face. Wouldn’t you agree, Thor?”
Thor grunted and tightened his grip around Erik’s throat. Erik heaved as he felt his throat being constricted, coughing and gasping.
“Thor, sweetheart, jealousy is a decidedly unattractive trait in any man,” Loki smirked, using the gun to caress Charles’ face.
Successfully make my Loki read a greaaaaaaaaaaaaat Thorki fic.
LOLOLOLOL THAT GIF AGAIN!!!! Jabshesvehsbsjsvsh *holding urge that want to punch Thor in the face* AND YES!!! Her fics are awesome!!!!
Ehehehehe I love it because…
I cannot see it because i am using phone OTL
Your words are never silly my dear /w\ BUT I STILL CAN’T SEE YOUR TAG AND IT IS BOTHERING ME SO MUCH TDUJJVKKRGKGDU
And no I am not mad *pout* stop spamming me with those Thor pic, or I will do something to him =^= (in another account C
Loki is a misfit who is in a perpetual state of drunkenness. Thor is his football-playing jock brother that everybody loves.The two have a complicated relationship, and neither knows where they stand with one another. Pushing one another, just bend…
More Thor x Loki. AU. They’re still adopted brothers. No powers. I don’t know, I just keep writing this couple.
Things start out innocently enough. Loki comes home one day, seeming annoyed, and Thor pesters him for an hour, and begs him to talk about what’s bothering him.
“Thor, Fuck off!” Loki shouts, shoving Thor back.
Thor flinches against the tone in Loki’s voice, usually so calm, it’s scratchy and shrill. Thor grabs Loki by the shoulders, and Loki tries to fight him off. Kicking, punching, and twisting his body, black nails digging into Thor’s forearm. The mess of sharp elbows and sharper words is attacking Thor, wanting blood.
Thor hates to do it, but he can’t see any other choice. He slams Loki against the wall, pinning his twisting arms by his sides.
“You are going to tell me what’s wrong!” Thor snarls, tightening his grip on Loki.
“Let me go!” Loki shouts, still trying to kick Thor in the shins.
Thor presses his body weight against Loki, allowing no room for escape. He cringes at the sound of Loki spitting curse words at him, and nearly chokes out a desperate sound when Loki hisses a bitter, “I fucking hate you, let me go,”
Thor closes his eyes to the nails scratching at his face, and finds safety in the crook of Loki’s neck. He buries his face in the soft, white skin that stretches across the curves of Loki’s shoulders.
“Thor!” Loki screeches, still trying to wriggle free and yank on Thor’s hair.
“Loki, please. Please, just talk to me,” Thor mumbles, the words vibrating in soft breaths against Loki’s neck.
Finally, Loki gives up. His voice is hoarse from shouting, and his limbs tired from fighting. His body gives up, quits. His shoulders slump forward and Thor grabs him before he hits the floor.
They sink to the ground, and Thor pulls Loki closer. Loki doesn’t bother fighting him now, he collapses against Thor’s chest, his face hidden in the fabric of Thor’s shirt.
“Can we talk-” Thor begins to ask, not really expecting an answer.
“No,” Loki replies, sharply.
Thor doesn’t push the subject any further, because he hates upsetting Loki. Thor is a push-over when it comes to Loki.
If it were anyone else, Thor wouldn’t tolerate the bruises forming on his skin, or the scratches down his arms. If it were anyone else, Thor could’ve - and would’ve - beat the shit out of them. If it were anyone else, Thor wouldn’t have really cared that much about what was upsetting them. But this wasn’t anybody else.
This was Loki.
Loki, who has Thor wrapped around his finger, dancing on strings, without even realizing it. Thor wonders, if only Loki knew how easily he could manipulate him and control him, what he would do.
Thor is disturbed from these thoughts, as Loki shuffles his way to sit between Thor’s legs.
Thor shakes his head, this is so wrong and he knows it.
“Don’t you think this is weird?” Thor asks, without really meaning to say it aloud.
“What?” Loki replies, clearly not seeing anything wrong with their interactions.
Loki sinks his back further against Thor’s chest, the warmth of his body burning like fire.
“This- this is wrong,” Thor says, though he makes no effort to move.
“Hold me,” Loki mumbles, sounding sleepy, as he lets his eyes close.
There’s a lot wrong with this one, I want to re-write it, but it’s okay for now.