#le casual doodling #le casual typing #thor x loki #thorki #thorxloki #thorlokiThe old library was a sprawling complex of stone tiles and stone walls, fitted with tomes gathered from the Realms’ highs and lows. It was usually very silent, aside from the occasional muted sighs of pages being ardently turned, or the occasional booming slander of the avidly unlearned. Thor would be that unlearned, stubbornly uninitiated. When they had been younger Loki had to drag him along, kicking and screaming and spewing vile threats whenever their tutor would send them down there.
Are you going to do a fic for your latest drawing? I'm curious? Dose the writing of this fic require the scarifies of virgins and first borns?
writing a coherent narrative is hard and i’m really lazy so i’ll just wordvomit what i was thinking when drawing the thing k
warning: rambling, a bit dark, and explicit.
in this AU, our two favorite norsedudes are either heirs of a wealthy monarchy/unrelated trust-fund douchebags. they spend their entire lives pampered and spoiled, throwing lavish drug parties on yachts, dancing on opulent clubs’ tabletops, high-rolling in foreign countries, fucking celebrities, and all the other shit sickeningly rich, privileged brats do.
but there’s a catch! see, they’re unhappy inside because between their parents’ non-existent love and superficial party buddies, all they have is each other and a pile of cash. heartbreaking. and nobody really gets them, man, because obviously other people are either uneducated peasants or a joke.
their GDP-burning fun comes to a sudden halt when a coup against the corrupt monarchs erupts in their home country/their assets get frozen or confiscated. with the money train stopped dead, the two now-penniless souls flee to a neighboring country and learn to live like (ugh) commoners.
they fight and scream at each other a lot because loki is going through withdrawal and forced to sell his body and useless lazy-ass thor has anger management issues and they have no fucking money. when he finds out that loki does tricks (nope not illusions) for bucks and a few sniffs, he predictably explodes into a wrathful prude, beats the offensive patrons nearly dead and after winning a brawl against all the bouncers in the world drags a screaming, kicking loki out of the brothel/stripclub by the hair.
upon arriving at their sorry excuse of an apartment, thor throws loki on the hard, rickety bed (because they don’t have a couch) and confronts him, but this isn’t working so great because loki still has his workclothes (or definite lack thereof) on and thor is still on an adrenaline high, so they end up screwing each other’s brains out for the first time, all that pent-up sexual frustration between them released, wreaking havoc inside them, bright and hot and keen and oh oh oh so good.
“you’re not going back to that club ever again,” thor says when they’re finally done, backs against each other in the narrow bed with their spine uncomfortably touching. they can hear passing sirens in the streets below. ”you’re mine now, and i take care of what’s mine.”
the neon light from the bowling alley across the street creeps through the open window, making loki’s unfocused eyes brilliantly, otherworldly green. “we’re going to fucking starve,” he says, voice ragged from screaming so much.
the sound of sirens lulls them into an uneasy sleep.
and i’m done
#thorki #thorloki #i guess. #le casual typing#hiddlesworth #le casual doodling #le casual typing(work got boring so i accidentally a hiddlesworth drabble)
#too lazy to write an actual story #pls xcuz teh text wall #le casual doodling #le casual typing #thorki #thorloki #thor x loki #thorxlokiEntrapment, P1-2
Avengers!AU: in which Loki embraces his heritage and sets his priorities in order.
An Hiddlesworth olympic fiction?! Pretty pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee
#le casual typing #hiddlesworthChris Hemsworth is a hammer-thrower.
Tom Hiddleston is a competitive pudding-eater.
They met during the Olympics. Tom thought Chris had a nice smile. Chris thought competitive eating wasn’t a sport. They met up secretly behind the Olympic pavilion. It was a starry night. They made out.
Tom found out Chris didn’t consider competitive eating a sport. Tom punched Chris because opinions. Tom got sad. Chris got sad. Chris confronted Tom behind the Olympic pavilion and apologized. They made up. They also made out.
Tom showed Chris that competitive eating was hard. Chris realized it was indeed pretty fucking hard.
Insert training montage.
Competition day. Tom won gold. Chris won gold. Tom and Chris learned the meaning of sportsmanship and love and to never give up and made magic together forever.
The end.
‘Part-time’, a Hiddlesworth AU: Hemsworth is a strapping young thing struggling for money and Hiddleston a predatory manipulative opportunistic billionaire.
Part I.
#hey look a long fic #hiddlesworth #le casual doodling #le casual typingIt happened too fast: the rim of the carpet snagging his shoe, the soup flying out of the tray, the hard tumble afterward by courtesy of gravity.
a continuation to this — (x)
#because in my headcanon chris calls tom 'thomas' ok #ok #le casual typing #hiddlesworth“Tease me again, would you?” rumbles Chris, the baritone deep like a warning. Sharp teeth graze at his earlobe and he can’t help letting out a shivering whine.
#i need sleep #hiddlesworth #le casual doodling #le casual typing #what am i even #idk“Oh my,” Tom purrs from behind him, taking in the sight, “this look suits you well. Terribly well.”
I am scared of your writing. I am referring to the last one. But also I wish it could have a sequel.
alright
the sequel can be a flluffy comfort!fic
Thor enters the subspace between realms, discovering the armada and literally breaks it in half as he bursts through walls and reduces soldiers into charred splinters. Finding Loki he immediately rips off the muzzle and chains and proceeds to carry him back to Asgard where he watches over the slighter prince as he slowly heals, and feeds him with his hand because Loki recoils from everything that isn’t warm skin. Thor holds him through nightmares, sleep wrecked with fevers and fitful tossings.
Then one day, when the sunlight hits the room just right through swaying curtains dancing in the breeze, Thor awakes to Loki reaching out to him, pulling him into a chaste kiss. The kiss progresses and deepens, and after some adorable hesitation from Thor’s part they finally engage in gentle, almost careful lovemaking and more kissing. They cuddle afterward and before he drifts into sleep, Loki speaks. Voice raspy and thin after years of disuse, the first thing he says is,
“Brother.”
spoiler: loki wakes up to find everything merely an imagination his frayed mind conjured to cope with the torment. the end.
full NSFW / SPOILER-Y picdrabble after the cut because this is a family-friendly blog
warnings: NC-17 / explicit / graphic depictions of torture + rape
