thorgi

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Happy Valentine’s Day! <3

Illustration for the following fluffiness, written by SatansSin (go read her thorki fics if you haven’t already. Seriously):

“Come to the bedroom in twenty minutes” Loki said, kissing Thor again and pulling away.

His heart was hammering in his chest as he headed back inside, aware of Thor’s gaze on his back.

He went in, closed and locked the door and took a deep breath.

“Okay, Loki” he said “now or never”

Gulping, his hands shaking, Loki headed over to the wardrobe and pulled out the box labeled Thacmis.

It was one of the most well designed, expensive lingerie collections and Loki bit his lip at the one he pulled out of the box.

It was a black lace negligee, coming up to the middle of his thighs, frilled at the bottom so it would hang on him like a sinful curtain.

Beneath it, he wore black lace panties and a black garter that…

…Loki gulped – Thor would take off with his teeth.

He blushed brightly and started to pull his clothes off.

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(THORGI, DOG OF ASGARD)

rina2o6: Can I offer you a Thorgi to help you through this troubled time?

[Image description: In what looks like someone’s home office (judging by the ergonomic desk chair, small trash can, and dog-corraling baby-gate), a corgi stands before you on a terrestrial brown (possibly stain-proof) carpet. A red cape fastens under his chest (I say “his” because: Thorgi), and an oversized silver-tone Thor helmet (because: Thorgi) that juts out beyond his nose is tied under his chin with a blue ribbon. On his back rests mighty Mjölnir, a toy hammer the size of a brick and smaller than his head, but just barely. Here on Earth for a time, Thorgi looks up anxiously: with great cuteness comes great responsibility.]