“Thor,” he whispers.
“Just let me make you feel good. That’s all that needs to happen here. Then I’m gone.”
Anon Prompt from forever ago: Loki is a businessman and Thor is a prostitute. They fall in love.
Hela laughs, a gargling, ugly sound. “Had I the arms to help you, dearest sire, I would but rip them from my body until they wilted entire.”
"Brave that men should give their sons swords knowing one day they will die clutching them tight in bloodied knuckles."
This is probably a touch more angsty than you meant but I hope it’s still good ahh ahhh.
Each time Loki looks up into the sky, the wonder is replaced by a small darkness. If Loki looks up and can count to two million stars, then it’s only fair he counts one more for each and every shadow.
The wonder is replaced by resignation.
By ancient, ruined exhaustion.
Fandom: Inception (2010)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Arthur/Eames (Inception)
Characters: Eames (Inception), Arthur (Inception), Ariadne (Inception)
“He has to want to wake up,” he tells her finally.Oh god. So much angst packed into such a short fic. *hands out tissues*
Oh wow I did this when I was so tired the other day I forgot I even posted it! So this rec is a huge surprise. Ahhh thank you so much! I want to write so much for them, so this is really nice encouragement. ouo
Loki waits until Thor is asleep and then he feels restless, like every other night. Every other morning. This is the only time he has to indulge.
Look what came today!
He’s drunk, or high, or some combination of the two as he dances alone, bracing his arms against the back wall. Like he’s praying to some strange, walled god. Obscure and diminished, bracketed by concrete and old wire, and only for him.