[ loki shouldn't be surprised by thor's sudden play, but nonetheless he is jarred when his brother presses him back, lifts him, and ferries him away to the bedroom. how embarrassing! and yet there is anticipation in his belly, twisting and hot and, in a way, almost nauseating.
loki is nervous. most assuredly he has never done this before, and this is thor, his most admirable brother, and while he knows that he would never be judged for his inexperience, or be looked upon with a gaze anything less than fond, loki's fears are not assuaged. as always he wants to impress, to gain favor in any way he can, to look cool as it were, in his big brother's eyes.
and surely he is not looking very cool at all, sprawled on this bed, flushed and wide-eyed, staring vacantly at thor as he undresses himself - but it is difficult to look away, difficult to not be distracted by his brother's skin, his powerful physique revealed, his intentions entirely, painfully clear. the inevitably of the act is finally dawning on him. this is going to happen, it is going to happen, and it's incredibly and terrifying and loki feels like he may laugh and lose his lunch simultaneously.
but no, oh no, loki does not balk, loki does not back down. this will not do.
swallowing dryly, loki wrestles control and, not to be so easily outdone, forces himself to move. thor is near half undressed by now, his thick cape and tunic discarded, and the mail shirt beneath it not far off - and though his hands tremble loki moves closer, climbing over the bed and rising to his knees. with his lower lip caught between his teeth he slides his hands along thor's arms, over the strong muscles there, over his collar and up the sides of his bare throat. ]
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loki is nervous. most assuredly he has never done this before, and this is thor, his most admirable brother, and while he knows that he would never be judged for his inexperience, or be looked upon with a gaze anything less than fond, loki's fears are not assuaged. as always he wants to impress, to gain favor in any way he can, to look cool as it were, in his big brother's eyes.
and surely he is not looking very cool at all, sprawled on this bed, flushed and wide-eyed, staring vacantly at thor as he undresses himself - but it is difficult to look away, difficult to not be distracted by his brother's skin, his powerful physique revealed, his intentions entirely, painfully clear. the inevitably of the act is finally dawning on him. this is going to happen, it is going to happen, and it's incredibly and terrifying and loki feels like he may laugh and lose his lunch simultaneously.
but no, oh no, loki does not balk, loki does not back down. this will not do.
swallowing dryly, loki wrestles control and, not to be so easily outdone, forces himself to move. thor is near half undressed by now, his thick cape and tunic discarded, and the mail shirt beneath it not far off - and though his hands tremble loki moves closer, climbing over the bed and rising to his knees. with his lower lip caught between his teeth he slides his hands along thor's arms, over the strong muscles there, over his collar and up the sides of his bare throat. ]