So my wife knows my secret, that I’m kinda (sorta really) shipping Thorki since I saw Thor: Ragnorak, and has sent me “Stuck in the Midgard with You” as a fic title. (she sent it in a pm so you’ll have to take my word for it).
With the destruction of Asgard, Loki is bored out of his fucking skull. At first, Thor’s new mission - recolonize, rebuild, reuse, recycle, be kind rewind, whatever - seems like fun, but God, it gets tedious after a while. Okay, it gets tedious…almost immediately.
But Midgard is, as always, a barrel of laughs with so much potential.
And Loki has a plan.
Thor, naive and gullible as ever, happily quaffs the first “official” Asgard-Midgard brew, and promptly loses his memory. Loki dumps him in a new city, easily manipulates some poor human mortals into thinking they’ve known “the new guy” for ages, and even gets Thor a job at a florist.
And then fun begins.
Loki seduces him. Thor, thinking him a stranger, plays right into the romance.
So okay, maybe it’s not the height of sophisticated mischievousness but it’s surprisingly fun to go all gung-ho romance with a Thor who is still gorgeous, still kind, still forgiving, but doesn’t have the weight of millenia of baggage that comes with their relationship. So Loki keeps at it until it stops being fun.
And then he starts again. This time he makes Thor a body builder.
And again. This time, Thor is in the army.
And again, in a tattoo parlor, and again in a coffee shop, and again and again and again.
He worries…maybe he’s starting to enjoy this game a little too much…
…and sometimes there’s this knowing glint in Thor’s eye, almost like he remembers, but that couldn’t be right? Because why would Thor play along if he knew that the Asgardians were rebuilding without him and that Loki was busy playing the grown up Jotunheim version of dress up?