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“Hold still sweetheart,” Thor said, holding Loki still despite how he wriggled. He slid a vibrating plug in and out Loki’s hole, pressing blistering kisses over the back of his neck.
“You hold—fucking—you hold still!”
Thor laughed kindly. “I am.”
Loki rutted against the bedspread, desperate to ease the broiling pleasure arcing up his belly. He nearly sobbed when Thor pushed his hand between his legs and pressed against the plug, pushing it flat on his prostate.
“Thor!”
Oh, how dare he!
Loki scrabbled with the covers, only succeeding in pushing his cock into a damp spot.
Thor’s palm swiveled over the base of the plug, drawing that miserably, mortifying whimper from Loki.
“There it is,” Thor said in a rumbling voice. He swept a soothing hand over Loki’s side. “It’s as lovely today as it was the first time.”
Loki buried his face in the covers, desperate to swallow any further sounds, but Thor snuck his arm beneath Loki’s belly and tugged him up to sit on his thigh.
“Poor baby, I bet you can’t breathe down there!”
“You—you’re such a cu—” Loki tried to muffle a sound as Thor pushed his thigh between his legs. “Cunt!”
How was he supposed to think with that thing buzzing solidly against that spot! He could hardly see through a veil of pleasure blurring the bedroom walls.
“My goodness, what a mouth!”
Loki tried to grab his cock, but Thor snatched his hands and held them up against his chest.
“Please, Thor!”
“You admit you were wrong?”
Fucker!
His free hand reappeared between Loki’s legs and he turned the vibration up, wringing a higher pitched sound from Loki’s lips.
“You admit I was right, and the god, Thor, was the god of groves, as much as he was the god of fertility, storms, and protection?” Thor asked, tucking his chin over Loki’s shoulder as he gave him a wicked smile.
“You made that bet knowing you’d wi—ahh, w-win!”
Cum pearled and dribbled down Loki’s clock as he let out a rasping whine. Heat pooled in his belly and crept up his chest in an achingly slow crawl, as blessed, beautiful pleasure left him slumped against Thor’s front.
Thor helped Loki tip forward for a careful second as the vibrator slipped free, before he wrapped Loki in a mammoth, warm embrace.
“This thing is as advertised,” he whispered, pressing loving kisses against Loki’s neck before tossing the vibrator onto a towel. “Are you alright? Nothing’s too sore?”
Loki shook his head, feeling utterly weightless.
Thor ran a warm, damp washcloth over his thighs, before asking, “Here, ready to lie back?”
Loki nodded, still enjoying his seemingly endless afterglow as they slid gently onto their sides before mumbling, “d’you come?” He distantly wondered what was jabbing his back, and would feel very upset if he learned it was Thor’s cock.
“Hard as a rock.”
Loki sighed. “Thor,” he began with as much dignity he could muster while slurring his words, “you hafta tell me—”
“I already came once,” Thor promised, shuffling against Loki in a clearly bothered way. “You try keeping your cool watching you blush and wriggle around while your ass be toyed with,” he said. “I’m almost more excited to have that vibrator just because it saves me from coming in ten seconds and spoiling our fun.”
Loki hummed, unhappy, but pacified. “Wanna come between my thighs?” he asked, twisting to look at Thor.
He watched as Thor’s eyes darkened before the sound of a cap opening echoed through the room and a slick sensation flooded his thighs.
“Jus’ be gentle,” Loki said, turning back around to relax against the pillows.
“Always,” Thor promised with a bristly kiss.
He took hold of Loki’s waist and made one good attempt at a metered pace, before Loki let out a breathy sound and Thor’s composure snapped.
“Hey!” Thor growled. “That was intentional!”
Loki swallowed a laugh and made a pitched noise as Thor’s hips stuttered.
“This is why we—we bought that fucking thing!” Thor moaned, erratically rutting between Loki’s thighs. Now and again his cock would catch on Loki’s hole, but a warm hand sweeping up his side made for a pleasant silent apology.
“Cause you like me?”
“Cause you’ll—fucking hell—cause you’ll be the death of me!”
Loki preened as Thor groaned and came in record time, making another silent argument for the vibrator’s existence. His heavy breathing echoed through the room, catching on a lazily spinning fan.
If Loki fell asleep for a minute or ten, what did he care when Thor’s lips woke him what felt like moments later. Such restful, blissful naps should be mandatory.
“I like Florida, we should visit more often,” Thor said.
Loki swung his sweaty curls away from his forehead and ran a curious finger over the largely healed gunshot wound. His stitches came out two weeks ago, when Hela declared him healthy enough to go about his daily life.
She’d called twice before Loki boarded the plane to Tampa, double checking he’d packed his heart medication and that Thor booked the seat beside him in the event he collapsed.
“Have you checked the news yet today?” Thor asked, wrapping a warm arm around Loki’s middle.
“No, but your dad calls me once a day.”
Thor huffed. “He doesn’t even call me once a day.”
“Yes he does.”
“Alright, he does,” Thor agreed, “but I call him a lot of the time too. He hasn’t given me any updates on the case and I’m desperate.”
“It’s a huge case, I feel like it’ll take years before all the evidence is gathered and approved and all that,” Loki said with a bone cracking yawn. “The last thing he told me about was Svad riding around with Gulla.”
“He—what?!” Thor asked.
“Gulla’s keeping an eye on Svad, he’s ‘got a job-a-do’.”
Thor stared.
“They’re making deliveries together,” Loki clarified. “I guess Hela used to say that Odin and Gulla, ‘got a job-a-do,’ whenever they agreed to a delivery.”
“Oh my god, does Hela know they still say that?”
Loki nodded and smiled when Thor tucked their blankets up under their chins.
“Svad is sort of getting into the swing of it. He’s not exactly happy, but Gulla doesn’t make him do army drills, and she isn’t a walking impersonation of the flag. He isn’t allowed a cell phone, but that’s for our safety.”
“I hope he’s miserable,” Thor said.
“He sounds miserable, but Odin isn’t like Thanos. He lets his employees have a few perks.”
“Oh yeah?”
Loki nodded and tucked his legs between Thor’s. “Yeah, he doesn’t nickel and dime them with little fees, which I suppose Thanos must’ve done, and once you’re inevitably in debt to him, you’re done for.”
Thor laughed.
“I guess working for Thanos is an expensive undertaking,” Loki continued. “Odin said he could use someone who had a knack for following and knowing when he was being followed too.”
“Does my dad want tips on what you did in Vegas, is that why he calls?”
Loki shook his head. “Nah, he calls to make sure my heart is healthy.” He doubted Odin abandoned organized crime, but Loki had a feeling he’d downsize once Thanos’s trial came to court. They all needed to live long enough to attend the trial though, and Loki, to testify. “He’s very invested in my continued existence. I think it’s ‘cause he knows you’d be very sad if I died.”
Thor flushed.
“And ‘cause he loves his baby boy,” Loki said, cooing in a sappy way he knew hit Thor right in the heart.
“Shush!”
“Baby boy, his baby crumb, his tiny nugget of—”
Thor pressed a flurry of bristly kisses over Loki’s face, leaving a horrendous beard burn which Loki felt sure Mamma would make a comment about over dinner. She had so many curious creams and lotions for it, having experienced the same with Pappa.
“I love that your parents still take photos of you at the beach,” Thor mumbled later on. He held up a new photo of Loki and Thor digging a moat in the sand.
Initially Loki planned on sun tanning, but Thor had other plans in mind.
His parents printed several new photos throughout Loki and Thor’s trip and snuck them beside old framed photos of Eadni, Loki, and themselves.
“We’re still meeting them soon, right?” Thor asked.
Loki nodded. “There’s a local fair with live music and street food.” They never pressured him when it came to food, though Loki noticed an uptick in bananas, potatoes, and cheese around the house. Thor always ordered a bit of extra food on his plate as well, in case Loki felt brave enough to consider a new taste or texture.
“Sounds like a place to wear my super cool new aviators.”
“I hope you get a suntan around them and Hela makes fun of you for it,” Loki said, trying to hide his smile.
“I hope so too,” Thor said, “gotta make sure she has something to complain about, now that we don’t fight about success or my once-fake relationships.” He stretched and laid one last bristly kiss on Loki’s lips. “I think she’s planning on visiting Maine more often, something about planting roots and making a change in the medical landscape at home, but I know what it’s really about.”
“What’s that?”
“She misses us.”
Loki laughed.
“She secretly likes us, even if she can’t let it show.” Thor rolled his neck and began tidying up Mamma’s guest bedroom, making idle comments about what to wear to impress Loki’s parents.
In Loki’s opinion, Thor having bought aviators sealed the deal, because when he and Pappa sat side by side, they looked so much like a record cover, Loki couldn’t contain his laughter. He doubted Thor needed to do much else to gain their approval, not after everything he and Loki had gone through.
Loki almost wanted to recommend an interview outfit, like the kind he’d worn when he met Thor’s family, but in the end he suggested a tank top. Why would he ask Thor to sweat under the hot Florida sun when he could be gold and glowing instead?
Being with Thor was rather like having a happy golden glow wherever he went and Loki liked it that way.
And if they’d lied and schemed to get what they wanted, well…who hadn’t?