[ thor has always been one to counter words with action, and now, it seems, is no different. rather than offer any sort of answer, thor flips him onto his back, presses him into the covers, kisses him all over, all over, and loki may be spent but it sets him to shivering nonetheless. thor shuts him up rather effectively (and distracts him from the mess between his thighs, to boot), and for a good while loki can do nothing but breathe and cling to him, his white hands splayed over thor's tawny back.
thor's kisses are sweet and affectionate, there is great love in them, devotion and possession; his brother has certainly made good use of him, taken him and marked him and claimed him and loki cannot pretend not to like it. ]
Brother.. [ he whispers, closing his eyes and arching his body, his hands finding thor's hair and twisting themselves into it. ] You've made a mess of me. I hope you're satisfied.
:D but im so cute.
thor's kisses are sweet and affectionate, there is great love in them, devotion and possession; his brother has certainly made good use of him, taken him and marked him and claimed him and loki cannot pretend not to like it. ]
Brother.. [ he whispers, closing his eyes and arching his body, his hands finding thor's hair and twisting themselves into it. ] You've made a mess of me. I hope you're satisfied.