SatansSin again - Okay so Loki and Thor have been married for a few years and are very much in love and happy. One day Loki gets cursed. He cannot kiss anyone because it will put them into a coma and when he finds the cure, its TA-DA True Love's Kiss. Loki doesn't know how to fix it and one night when he cries himself to sleep, Thor comes over and kisses him and breaks the spell. But when Loki wakes up, Thor is lying beside him, his eyes closed in eternal rest. SORRY
sorry?, NO I can’t forgive you untill you go and write this!
Ahaha, SatansSin, you inbox me a lot and so you hold a special place in my heart.
First of all, thank you for your wonderful compliment :3 It took me 2 hours to draw that portrait and I’m pretty proud of it myself, because it was the first time I tried drawing likeness seriously.
Second, I’m really really sorry you had such a horrible group project experience. I cannot act either for the universe, and you should have told them the bad grade they’d get for making you act. I would. I have never gotten anything above a B when it comes to performing. Thanks for sending in your story…not that I feel better hearing about other people’s miseries, but it’s always temporarily therapeutic to commiserate.
One of the coolest things fandom does is take these characters and to play with various forms of MYTHOLOGY, whether it’s the Norse mythology or another set (like Egyptian or Greek mythology) and I really enjoy the results! These are fics that focus especially on the mythology elements (since all Thor fic is at least semi-mythology related) or a mythological feel. ♥
It is midwinter and the night lingers, luxuriating in its own smothering weight, its absolute darkness. It is the longest night, the very heart of winter; the year stands, trembling, on the brink of dissolution and the world holds its breath for the dawn.
The Winter King walks in absolute silence.
All is not right after Thor left for Asgard, taking Loki with him. Tony Stark discovers an alien parasite invading the networks of his tower and attempting to make its way out into the rest of the world. Only one viable solution has been suggested, but it might be a case of the cure being far worse than the disease…
If he is perfectly honest with himself, and Loki is only ever really truly honest with himself, he couldn’t have predicted how perfectly it would all go. He only meant to start a little quarrel, not an entire war.
Thor is young and reckless, eager to slay one of the ferocious frost giants and have the skalds sing songs of his mighty deed. He sneaks into Jötunheimr, but the giant he meets is nothing like the hulking, bloodthirsty creatures from the age-old stories they tell in Asgard.
Thor often chose to visit him in the summer, for his golden skin was not made to withstand the cruel winters of Loki’s homeland. They would hunt together and feast together, tell stories and sing songs, spar and play and roam the land. Sometimes they bickered and came to blows, but no argument ever kept them from fucking for days on end, taking pleasure from each other’s bodies until their youthful lust was sated.
Moonlight shone in through the high windows and the cracks in the walls, creating a pale halo around Thor’s wooden frame. Loki laid his hand on the skillfully carved Mjöllnir that stood between the idol’s feet, tracing the patterns and runes with his fingers. He could not ignore the fact that the Thunderer held the place of honor in the mortals’ place of worship.