thesilvertongueofasgard:

iamthorofasgard:

He noted that shiver before Thor could cover it up, repeating the same kissing pattern once more just to get the same little reaction from the thunderer. He adored when those warm lips kissed him from the top of his brow to the tip of his nose. It was precious and endearing to say the least.

“I don’t mind the ‘cheesiness’ at all. Each word I cherish very much so.” He lets out a small laugh at the twirl before he is set down on the counter. Loki makes himself comfortable there, smiling at Thor with brilliant blue-green hues.

Thor hissed in softly and his back arched with a faint groan as his finger clenched around Loki’s thighs as he settled on the counter. Clearing his throat, he pulled his head away and went down to nip at the top of his ear with a faint a tug, just to pay him back for those tantalizing actions. Grinning, he leaned back and searched Loki’s face.

“So if I were to begin writing and singing sonnets of your beautiful face and the glorious ways in which you pleased me every night you would be fine with that,” He asked, teasingly, grabbing Loki’s hands, their fingers slipped together and he squeezed.

He was grinning on the inside at the absolutely lovely reaction he got out of the blonde. But he quickly paid for it with the gentle little nip and tug to his ear. He whimpers softly, in a good way; his own back arches his chest forward against Thor’s as he locks his gaze with those blue eyes that were searching his face.

“I would be tremendously flattered to say the least and would love each and every single one,” was the reply, one brow arched and a small laugh escaping him. Their fingers lace together and he squeezes right back in reply.

“I am a horrible poet,” Thor sighed, “I paid the price for many poorly written poems by being punched by Sif or laughed at by you,” He grinned. “But it is the thought that counts.” Nodding firmly, he lifted Loki’s arm and slipped kisses down his pale, cool form arm, before licking at the juncture of his elbow and picking his head up, grinning, he nipped at Loki’s lower lip.