thesilvertongueofasgard:

iamthorofasgard:

The Jotun prince watched as Thor removed his footwear, as requested before approaching and simply dropping to his knees before the trickster. Loki’s own eyes slipped shut once more as warm lips pressed a kiss right at the center of his forehead. A wave of warmth flushed through his entire body; he hadn’t had that feeling in such a long time. It felt absolutely wonderful to welcome it back.

His eyes opened once more when Thor moved back but gently cupped his face. Loki could see the disapproving look in those blue eyes when Thor mentioned that he was healing far too slowly. It was true. His wounds still looked terrible, only one had healed completely and it wasn’t even one of the wounds he had to hand stitch himself. The Jotun prince was not about to mention the number of nights he had awoken with blood curdling screaming in agony because he had shifted incorrectly in his sleep one too many times.

He eagerly welcomed the sweet loving kiss; the warmth made his lips tingle in such a delightful and fascinating way. “Uneasy, to say the very least,” Loki said softly, running a hand through his still slightly disheveled raven hair before continuing, “Your company alone is of great comfort to me. Each kiss easily leaves me longing for more.”

“I am sorry,” He whispered as he pulled his hands away and placed them on his knees. “I should…should have come for you sooner. For that I apologize dearly I…” Words escaped him and his gaze fell back to the gashes and bruises. Thor reached up to tuck some of Loki’s hair behind a pointed blue ear. “…You are still as beautiful as I last saw you, despite these wounds. Despite everything,” His chest awakened with a new ache and he would slowly slid in against the blankets and furs. 

Maneuvering to lay back with his spin propped against a small mountain of covers, he pulled Loki to his body and tucked him in close to his side and beneath his arms. Kissing over Loki’s brow, down to his nose, he sighed and moved down to kiss him once again on the lips. He deepened the embrace with a twitch of his tongue and drew his teeth across Loki’s lower lip.

“Are you hungry,” He asked, “I can fetch something…hunt…whatever you need.”

Loki frowned slightly, watching as Thor apologized again. He felt bad that the thunderer was apologizing for something that was not entirely his fault. Still, objecting to such an apology would only result in more so the trickster solemnly nodded his head, accepting it quietly. The Jotun prince knew the thunderer was still looking at all of his wounds, wounds he could not explain the origin of. Such a painful sight on such a beautiful form. Loki smiled a little as warm fingertips brushed some of his raven hair behind one of his ears and Thor mentioned how beautiful he was. Despite everything.

Watching as Thor slid back to lay on the masses of blankets and pillows, he soon was gently pulled to the golden haired god’s side and kisses trailed against his forehead and the bridge of his nose. Finally, warm lips met cooler ones in a loving kiss with slip of a hot tongue and the graze of teeth. Yes, this was the kind of kiss Loki had sorely been missing and wanting. He shook his head.

“Mm, no. I’m not hungry as of right now,” he muttered softly, letting his fingertips trace along Thor’s jaw, “Are you?”

“Nay,” Thor sighed, his hand went up and captured Loki’s, stilling it against his face, his fingers slipped between the spaces. Squeezing gently at the Jotun’s palm he turned his head and kissed over Loki’s pulse point. Sighing at the steady thump of a heart against his mouth, his lips smoothed over the flesh of his fore arm before he slowly let go and wrapped both arms around Loki until the trickster’s head rested on his chest and their legs were tangled together.

“When do you feel as if you are ready to return home, Loki?” Nudging their noses together just a tad he said, “I am not against staying here for as long as you need…I just would like to know. I want you to feel well enough to return home in your own time.”

The Jotun prince watched as Thor removed his footwear, as requested before approaching and simply dropping to his knees before the trickster. Loki’s own eyes slipped shut once more as warm lips pressed a kiss right at the center of his forehead. A wave of warmth flushed through his entire body; he hadn’t had that feeling in such a long time. It felt absolutely wonderful to welcome it back.

His eyes opened once more when Thor moved back but gently cupped his face. Loki could see the disapproving look in those blue eyes when Thor mentioned that he was healing far too slowly. It was true. His wounds still looked terrible, only one had healed completely and it wasn’t even one of the wounds he had to hand stitch himself. The Jotun prince was not about to mention the number of nights he had awoken with blood curdling screaming in agony because he had shifted incorrectly in his sleep one too many times.

He eagerly welcomed the sweet loving kiss; the warmth made his lips tingle in such a delightful and fascinating way. “Uneasy, to say the very least,” Loki said softly, running a hand through his still slightly disheveled raven hair before continuing, “Your company alone is of great comfort to me. Each kiss easily leaves me longing for more.”

“I am sorry,” He whispered as he pulled his hands away and placed them on his knees. “I should…should have come for you sooner. For that I apologize dearly I…” Words escaped him and his gaze fell back to the gashes and bruises. Thor reached up to tuck some of Loki’s hair behind a pointed blue ear. “…You are still as beautiful as I last saw you, despite these wounds. Despite everything,” His chest awakened with a new ache and he would slowly slid in against the blankets and furs. 

Maneuvering to lay back with his spin propped against a small mountain of covers, he pulled Loki to his body and tucked him in close to his side and beneath his arms. Kissing over Loki’s brow, down to his nose, he sighed and moved down to kiss him once again on the lips. He deepened the embrace with a twitch of his tongue and drew his teeth across Loki’s lower lip.

“Are you hungry,” He asked, “I can fetch something…hunt…whatever you need.”

Ruby red eyes flickered open at the scuff of boots against stone, approaching his sleeping domain. He kept calm, breathing easy. The Jotun prince could recognize that step and scuffle from a mile off. It was exactly who he wanted it to be.

Glancing up, he saw Thor enter the space and look around before brilliant blue eyes finally came to rest on the Mischief god. A breathy whisper of his name, a timid approach. He could see the thunderer trembling ever so slightly from both the cold and from relief. Loki’s gaze met his beloved’s and a timid smile curled onto sapphire blue lips and he patted the blankets next to where he was seated.

“Take off your boots, come settle here.”

Black boots became deserted on the ground followed by the flare of crimson from his cape. Walking towards the gathering of soft materials, taking in the appearance of his beautiful trickster, Thor nearly swallowed his tongue. Dropping to his knees, he leaned in and pressed his mouth the middle of Loki’s forehead. His eyes became tightly closed and his heart gave a few ragged beats as the painful knot that had been lying in his chest came undone.

Slowly he pulled back and looked to Loki, his hands moved and upped his face, “…You are healing far too slow for my tastes.” Leaning back in to Loki’s space his lips brushed his brother’s and he kissed him sweetly. “How are you,” He asked, pulling back so only their noses brushed, he inhaled swiftly. “What can I do to help?”

Jotunheim was eerily silent, as it always was. Nothing stirred or moved, nothing but the wind howling and biting at anything that defied it. Snow came down constantly, be it in thick, fluffy droves or in light, wet, heaviness. There was not a single sign of life as far as the ordinary eye could see. But even though Thor was very far from ordinary, Loki took precautions in guiding the thunderer to him.

Not far from where the Thunder god landed, he would see a blaze of crimson gold. A bonfire set in a circle cleared of snow. Proceeding that bonfire, was another and many more creating a blazing path of flames. This path lead to a rather large cave and within the cave was where Loki was presently residing. Since his Asgardian form wasn’t standing up well to the bitter cold, the trickster had shifted into his Jotun form. His bruises and patched up wounds appeared far worse in this form, causing him to wonder if he had shifted during some part of his memory being shattered.

The cave had been set up like an Asgardian apartment; simple but chic with all the necessities for life. A little kitchen and traditional living space. And then towards the very back were masses of pillows and blankets beneath eloquent drapery. It had taken some time to properly conjure everything but it was well worth it. Loki was situated in the “bedroom” part of his Asgardian apartment style cave living space.

Awaiting the arrival of his beloved thunderer.

The trek did not take long, between flying and walking, Thor made his way through the nearly abandoned land. Since Loki’s actions a few years before when trying to destroy the warring planet, the frost giants had been eerily silent. Thor had a small paranoia that they were waiting to strike again but he mainly kept those ideas to himself. The only things that really made themselves known were the creatures lying beneath the ice and behind the pillars of frozen blocks. Nasty, hateful little things or big, disgusting monsters that could either give one frost bite…or kill them with a snap of their jaws.

Luckily Thor did not encounter any of them…not yet. He found the cave, could see the light emanating from within and made his way to the abode his beloved had set up. He was shivering just a tad by the time he entered with a shuffle of his booths and a quick exhale. His gaze scanned the gatherings of pillows and blankets before they landed on the sapphire-skinned of his betrothed.

“Loki,” He breathed, he could see the bruises from where he stood but he just took a small step, form nearly shaking with relief.