Thor, 2011 movie, Sunshine
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the_goldenpathTitle: Sunshine
Fandom: Thor (2011 movie)
Pairings: Thor x Loki (Thunderfrost)
Genre: introspective
Summary: How the Thunderer awakes every morning.
Author’s note: a drabble written forgaijin_chan to get me back into writing again. <3
Every morning, like clockwork, Thor wakes up to an empty bed. It always pains him, and it always scares him. Because today could be the day that he’s really alone, and that his bed will stay empty forever. It’s not about physical pleasure. It’s not about giving in to lust, or fulfilling selfish desires. It’s about intimacy yes, the intimacy of knowing that there’s someone next to you, someone who loves you, someone who holds you, someone who whispers into your ear and reassures you that everything’s going to be all right.
He rolls over and grabs the pillow next to his. He presses it to his face. The scent lingering there calms him down. What a weakness for the God of Thunder, if his enemies knew they would laugh at him, feel pity for him… but as long as that scent is there, Thor knows he’s there. Loki. It has taken so much to find him. It has taken so much to love him. It has taken everything in the Nine Realms to tame him, as far as the God of Lies can ever be tamed.
But he’s here, and he’s not. Loki’s body barely gives off any heat, and in the morning any evidence of him spending the night in Thor’s bed is gone, but his lingering scent. If only he would stay, if only he would lie down long enough to wake up next to him in the morning…
….but he wouldn’t. Too much is going on in his mind, one thought after another, jumping from left to right, back and forth, up and down until it’s a maze of jumbled thoughts so unhinged that only the God of Chaos can see its pattern. Thor leaves the bed. There’s plenty of time before breakfast is served, so he starts his own morning ritual of washing, dressing and grooming himself.
He knows exactly where Loki will be. Where else could he be? If there’s anything in any Realm that piques Loki’s interest, it’s a book. Preferably a lot of books. The dustier, the moldier, the more unknown, the better. It brings a smile to Thor’s face, albeit a small one; few things can make his brother happy, and a book doesn’t talk back, or presents difficult emotions to deal with. For a Trickster, Loki doesn’t like to be fooled by his own feelings.
As he finds him, sitting in the windowsill with a volume of magic spells on his lap, the early sunlight shines on Loki’s face, turning his sharp profile and usual pale color a little warmer, into a gentle shade of red-orange. He looks younger with the warmth on his face, the gentle sunbeams caressing his skin, fading away any frown or flaw.
Without talking, Loki leans a little forward and Thor moves to sit behind him. His eyes never leave the text on the pages before him, but his posture considerably relaxes, his shoulders a little slouching when he leans back again, against Thor’s chest. Not a word has been spoken, and Thor reclines. His left hand goes to Loki’s left hand, simply putting it atop the long, slender fingers, but careful to avoid touching the book - Loki always tells him he’s too brusque to deal with the fine parchment. His other hand goes to Loki’s neck, caressing his neck, his ear, his hair.
A page is turned with an elegant, regal gesture. Thor doesn’t bother to try to read the strange markings, formulas and pictures in the book. He leans with his head atop of Loki’s, and enjoys the early sunshine, warming his heart, his body and his soul, just like Loki’s calm and tender presence.
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Fandom: Thor (2011 movie)
Pairings: Thor x Loki (Thunderfrost)
Genre: introspective
Summary: How the Thunderer awakes every morning.
Author’s note: a drabble written for
gaijin_chan to get me back into writing again. <3Every morning, like clockwork, Thor wakes up to an empty bed. It always pains him, and it always scares him. Because today could be the day that he’s really alone, and that his bed will stay empty forever. It’s not about physical pleasure. It’s not about giving in to lust, or fulfilling selfish desires. It’s about intimacy yes, the intimacy of knowing that there’s someone next to you, someone who loves you, someone who holds you, someone who whispers into your ear and reassures you that everything’s going to be all right.
He rolls over and grabs the pillow next to his. He presses it to his face. The scent lingering there calms him down. What a weakness for the God of Thunder, if his enemies knew they would laugh at him, feel pity for him… but as long as that scent is there, Thor knows he’s there. Loki. It has taken so much to find him. It has taken so much to love him. It has taken everything in the Nine Realms to tame him, as far as the God of Lies can ever be tamed.
But he’s here, and he’s not. Loki’s body barely gives off any heat, and in the morning any evidence of him spending the night in Thor’s bed is gone, but his lingering scent. If only he would stay, if only he would lie down long enough to wake up next to him in the morning…
….but he wouldn’t. Too much is going on in his mind, one thought after another, jumping from left to right, back and forth, up and down until it’s a maze of jumbled thoughts so unhinged that only the God of Chaos can see its pattern. Thor leaves the bed. There’s plenty of time before breakfast is served, so he starts his own morning ritual of washing, dressing and grooming himself.
He knows exactly where Loki will be. Where else could he be? If there’s anything in any Realm that piques Loki’s interest, it’s a book. Preferably a lot of books. The dustier, the moldier, the more unknown, the better. It brings a smile to Thor’s face, albeit a small one; few things can make his brother happy, and a book doesn’t talk back, or presents difficult emotions to deal with. For a Trickster, Loki doesn’t like to be fooled by his own feelings.
As he finds him, sitting in the windowsill with a volume of magic spells on his lap, the early sunlight shines on Loki’s face, turning his sharp profile and usual pale color a little warmer, into a gentle shade of red-orange. He looks younger with the warmth on his face, the gentle sunbeams caressing his skin, fading away any frown or flaw.
Without talking, Loki leans a little forward and Thor moves to sit behind him. His eyes never leave the text on the pages before him, but his posture considerably relaxes, his shoulders a little slouching when he leans back again, against Thor’s chest. Not a word has been spoken, and Thor reclines. His left hand goes to Loki’s left hand, simply putting it atop the long, slender fingers, but careful to avoid touching the book - Loki always tells him he’s too brusque to deal with the fine parchment. His other hand goes to Loki’s neck, caressing his neck, his ear, his hair.
A page is turned with an elegant, regal gesture. Thor doesn’t bother to try to read the strange markings, formulas and pictures in the book. He leans with his head atop of Loki’s, and enjoys the early sunshine, warming his heart, his body and his soul, just like Loki’s calm and tender presence.
