Pairings: Thor x Reader x Loki | Word Count: 5616 Warnings: Angst, Smut, NSFW, fluff
The water had done little to help soothe the ache in your heart. You’d made dinner for slightly more than one, cleaned the kitchen, and after changing into Loki’s sweater and Thor’s sweatpants you made your way into the library like you did every night. The fireplace lit with the flick of a switch, and you settled onto the wide lounge chair with the comforters from Thor and Loki’s beds.
You couldn’t choose a room. Couldn’t pick one over the other. But you were desperate for the scent of them and found sleeping on the big couch wrapped in both of their bedding served you well enough, though you dreaded the day their scent faded.
With the fire burning, you picked up the latest of the books you were working your way through. Loki’s library was vast, and you knew it would take years to read them all, but he’d touched them, read them, absorbed these pages. You would read until you couldn’t keep your eyes open, then you would sleep with the fire burning to keep the darkness at bay.
You couldn’t keep the loneliness or the sadness away, but at least you could fight off the demons which came in the dark to torment your mind with the screams of your dying loves.
Pairing: Thor x Reader, Loki x Reader | Word Count: 14454 Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut, NSFW, D/s themes
A month of dating hadn’t quelled the desire you and Thor held for each other. Since the night you’d gone for your massage and come home with sexually satisfying bruises and a date for the next night, things had been going strong between the two of you.
So strong when the invite for the city’s charity gala came through your office, you snapped a picture and shot him a text, asking if he’d be willing to be your plus one.
He’d agreed, but only so long as he could buy the tickets. When you’d protested, stating you’d asked him and it was no big deal, he’d scoffed, something incredibly hard to make come across in a text message. He argued he could just pull his tux from his closet whereas he knew damn well you’d be buying something new to wear for the night. He wasn’t going to make you spend thrice the money you needed to.
Though it was sweet, in a caveman sort of way, you conceded graciously because he wasn’t wrong. The charity event was pricey at a couple hundred bucks a plate, but the cause was a good one. Not having to spend four hundred to get into the gala meant you could get a dress and shoes.
Hot damn! 🔥🔥First of all, that dress sounds amazing and so does Thor and Loki’s house- your descriptions always amaze me and I can literally paint a beautiful picture in my head from your words. How is it possible to handle the hotness of these two!!!?! Eeeeeeeeee😇
This is all so perfect and I can’t even begin to give an amazing review, a review that this fice deserves. I love it all so much.
Pairing: Thor x Reader, Loki x Reader | Word Count: 14454 Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut, NSFW, D/s themes
A month of dating hadn’t quelled the desire you and Thor held for each other. Since the night you’d gone for your massage and come home with sexually satisfying bruises and a date for the next night, things had been going strong between the two of you.
So strong when the invite for the city’s charity gala came through your office, you snapped a picture and shot him a text, asking if he’d be willing to be your plus one.
He’d agreed, but only so long as he could buy the tickets. When you’d protested, stating you’d asked him and it was no big deal, he’d scoffed, something incredibly hard to make come across in a text message. He argued he could just pull his tux from his closet whereas he knew damn well you’d be buying something new to wear for the night. He wasn’t going to make you spend thrice the money you needed to.
Though it was sweet, in a caveman sort of way, you conceded graciously because he wasn’t wrong. The charity event was pricey at a couple hundred bucks a plate, but the cause was a good one. Not having to spend four hundred to get into the gala meant you could get a dress and shoes.
Oh. My. God. @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan have you seen this? You thought part 1 was hot? Well, this is scorching, aflame, an inferno. I’ve heard rumor of a part 3. I must go in search for it immediately. I am truly speechless. absolutely unbelievable @tilltheendwilliwrite. Thank you. – Steph
I have, it’s in my drafts to read! I’m so excited.
Summary: The search for a new massage therapist takes a turn when you accidentally throw your phone full of porn at his feet.
Pairing: Thor Odinson x Fem!Reader | Word Count: 7881 Warnings: language, NSFW, smut
When parts of your body which weren’t supposed to hurt had begun to seize up and ache, you knew it was time. Time to bite the bullet and find a new massage therapist. Finding a new therapist though, someone who was good enough to fix your aches but not so rough they hurt you, was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
Your longtime therapist and friend had recently retired after ten years in the industry, and though you didn’t begrudge her the rest, you did hate her just a little for forcing you to begin the search to find someone new. It had taken ages to find her, one bad massage after another nearly making you give up until you’d stumbled upon her small clinic and instantly clicked. Clicking and being friendly was one thing, but when she’d also proven to be a magician at muscle manipulation, it was like the angels sang.
Now, here you were, on the hunt again and only a little bitter about it.
Knowing it was likely going to be a long hunt and a lot of crappy massages to find what you needed, you pulled up Google and did a search for clinics in the area.
This was unbelievable, amazing, hot, beautiful, funny, and did I say HOT. This was as good as any published work, seriously. This was just…..so well-written in SO MANY WAYS! Great job – I will reblog for infinity! – Steph
I’m gonna need the number to Viking Wellness. STAT. I also need a cold shower. And a bottle of wine.
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