Sorry guys, I’m too pervert.
Tag: thorki
convenient light/shadow situation ooh
i’ll hate it come morning, ahaha. (never drew thor before.)
BANNED
Loki logged onto his Tumblr account, planning to check in with his followers and see the status of the art pic he posted the night before. He’d spent an hour preparing, 30 minutes on finding just the right position to take the photo in, another 30 minutes editing it for maximum effect, followed by 20 minutes of listening to Thor bitch about how long he’d taken. When he’d posted last night, there had been 200 hits by the time he’d gone to bed, a bunch of new followers, and even a few visits to his ko-fi account. Not bad in a night’s work, even if he’d had to listen to Thor moan and complain about it.
Thor lay curled up against his back, watching over his shoulder as Loki pulled the app up on his phone. He had a notification, and his photo was missing. “What?!” Loki protested, searching through his page for the post.
“What happened?” Thor asked, wiggling a little closer to see what was going on. He let out a needy little whine as he felt Thor’s morning erection press against him.
“My photo from last night is missing,” he complained, opening up the notification he’d gotten.
FLAGGED FOR SENSITIVE CONTENT
He stared at the notice. Yes, his shirt had been off, but it wasn’t sensitive content… Thor laughed behind him, then pointed at the screen. “…female presenting nipples,” he snickered, hiding his face against Loki’s neck. “All that time and your nerps are flagged,” Thor teased. Loki pouted, elbowing him in the side and sitting up with a huff.
“This is ridiculous!” he protested, going to get up.
“Nooo…” Thor whined. “Come back to bed. We can work on another photo together,” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Thor, if my photo was flagged as sensitive content, there’s no way you’re going to pass by as safe for work,” Loki stood up, crossing his arms as he stared at Thor’s ample chest muscles.
“Ten bucks and a sub sandwich says I do.” Loki rolled his eyes.
“If you insist,” he sighed, going to grab his selfie stick.
***
When he tried to post their artistic, post-coital photo later that afternoon, the content filter wouldn’t even let him upload it. “You’ve broken the internet. Are you happy now?” Thor laughed, pulling Loki tight against him and dragging him down for a kiss.
“Extremely,” he smiled.
1OO lifetimes — 72. trouble
[ nsfw / consensual underage ]
Loki threw his duffle bag down on his new bed, though using the term new may have been a little generous. It squeaked when he sat on the edge, the coiled springs giving with the weight. He was going to feel those in the morning. The dusty quilt smelt of mothballs and the pillow looked lumpy. Yet, Loki wanted nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep.
“What’re you in for?”
The voice came from one of three beds in the room, a girl about his age with dark skin and darker hair that was pulled up into a knot on the top of her head. She picked at the black varnish on her nails, regarding Loki with a lofty air.
She made it sound like prison, but it couldn’t be worse than where he came from.
Loki shrugged, and she continued to stare. It was unnerving, annoying. There were enough stares back at home. He had hoped this hellhole would at least offer an escape.
“Name,” she said, and it wasn’t a question, but a demand.
“Loki.”
“Val,” she said.
“Didn’t ask,” Loki snapped, carefully removing his clothes from his bag. They didn’t let him take much, which was fine because he didn’t have much to begin with. She didn’t seem to care, only rolling her shoulders and leaning forward. More staring, like Loki was a puzzle to be solved.
“We are all here for a reason,” Val finally said, and Loki scoffed.
No shit.
Yondu was an older, weathered man, with a rough accent and mohawk. Not exactly the kind of man you handed over a group of troubled teens to. He must have had some credentials because there were three of them, according to his mother, four including Loki. There was probably some sob story hidden in there, Yondu growing up on the wrong side of the tracks or something, but Loki didn’t care to hear it.
He just wanted silence, and to be left alone.
Loki lay back and stared at a water stain on the ceiling, trying to figure out what it looked like. An eggplant maybe.
That entertained him all of three minutes.
“So, why are you here?” Loki asked, quietly, to the ceiling.
Val told him she liked to drink, Gamora liked to fight, and she was pretty sure Peter was just abducted to do chores. She hadn’t really figured out what landed him there yet. Loki considered telling her how he had been caught with his hand down the neighbor boy’s pants but decided against it.
Anyway, she hadn’t asked again.
Norse bros love 