Kink Bingo - Body Alteration
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setos_puppyTitle: Spoils of War
Fandom: Thor
Pairing/Characters: Thor/Loki
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2 234
Warning: Incest, genderfuck
Summary: Thor spots a beautiful woman after his latest battle. He knows her well.
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Marvel et al.
Notes: Part of my endeavor into![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo for my Body Alteration square.
Dedication: Dedicated toentangled_now
Thor watched, reclined on his couch, relishing in the spoils of victory, as the celebration around him continued. He took a long drink of mead and let his eyes rake over all of the beautiful women of Asgard that he had the pick of. His eyes lingered over the half dressed concubines chatting in the corners while drinking themselves sick on sweet wine before moving past them, knowing that while their seductive skills were legend, the same went for their shallow and vapid temperaments. His eyes wandered to Sif, who was enjoying the atmosphere as she huddled close to her conquest of the night.
Sighing, Thor picked at some grapes in the shining brass bowl and fed each one into his mouth slowly, chewing them and savoring the ripe, tart flavour and the way plump, juicy fruit rolled over his tongue before exploding. Perhaps he would retire early and sleep off his restlessness. He drank the last of his mead, watching with weary, heavy-lidded eyes as the cup was refilled before he looked back over the sea of people.
Oh.
Who was she?
Thor sat up in place and set aside his drink, brushing away a concubine who had fluttered over to him with a disinterested wave of his hand. He watched as the woman worked her way through the crowd, her skirt low on her hips, drawing the eyes to the swell of the hips and the sharp angles they made. The leather of her braided skirt was dark and looked soft and buttery, drawing out the paleness of her skin. Her firm, ample breasts were bound back in thick, dark green cloth holding them up and back in a display of feminine beauty and fertility. Her hair was long and lush, dark and wavy, framing her angular, yet still slightly round face in a way that only served to accentuate the beauty of it.
Thor’s eyes drew over her body, from head to foot and his lips quirked in an interested way as he noted her feet were bare. They were dainty and strong like the rest of her, and curled slightly against the warm tile of the floor. Thor peered at them, transfixed at the sight of her lone bare feet peeking out, as if a tease, from under the long swath of her skirt.
Thor took a breath and stood from his spot, licking his lips he rubbed his hands on the legs of his pants before approaching her. She watched him as he advanced, her head tilted back slightly, a smirk curled over her face as her blue eyes tracked him. He stopped when he approached her, smiling down at her smaller frame, his hands lightly cupping her shoulders.
“And what is your name?”
The woman looked up, her smile coy as she walked her fingers up the length of Thor’s arm. “Does my name truly matter to you?”
Thor’s brows rose before he flashed a grin. “I like to know the name of my conquests.”
The woman’s brows knitted and her face pulled into a displeased twist. “Well then, m’lord, I suppose you can call me Ran.”
Thor lifted a hand and settled in on here cheek, his thumb brushing under her eye, admiring the softness of her skin. He drew his hand away and sucked in a sharp breath. “Shall we?”
They made their way from the long hall and into the cool, sweeping corridors. They hurried away to Thor's chambers with quiet giggles and half finished whispers as they fell into the room, warm from the fire and secluded from the rest of Asgard. When Thor kissed his companion for the night, her mouth was warm and wet and open, it tasted like sweet fruit and honey. The taste of her was familiar in a way that was comforting and forbidden and long missed. Thor chased his tongue after hers, drinking in her heady sweetness before he pulled his mouth away from hers, his teeth catching and scraping on her lower lip.
Her mouth quirked and she pressed the length of her body against his, her willowy, light form pressed against his compact, hard one. Thor drew his thumb over her lower lip, giving a soft, bemused smile when she nipped at the pad of it and sucked it into her mouth with a greedy noise and hungry eyes.
“Do you draw amusement from this, Loki? Being in this body?”
Loki's mouth drew away from Thor's thumb, tongue dragging roughly over the length of it as the younger of the two reared back, expression thoughtful. “It feels different in a good way. Soft and supple, filled with hidden pleasures and ways to drive the mind mad.” Loki made no move to shift from female to male, nor to pull away from Thor, instead he – she? - snuggled closer and rested a pointed chin against Thor's chest and peered up at him in an admiring manner. “How did you know it was me?”
“You taste the same no matter how you look. Like blackcurrant, rhubarb and cowberry, and always the overwhelming taste of honey.” Thor's hand trailed down Loki's long neck, admiring the soft, silky flesh and stroked his thumb over his brother's strong collarbone. “It is not something one easily forgets.”
“Well, you taste like blood and mead, it is a pretty distinct flavour.”
Thor tipped his head back against the wall, his eyes moving down to Loki's body, which was still pressed against his own. He shuddered a little, feeling the smaller frame heave against his, so warm and soft and inviting. It wouldn't be the first time he and Loki would have coupled, everyone knew he and Loki were... different. It probably would have been questioned if not for the fact they were both children of Odin. But it would be the first time that he had ever touched Loki in this fashion; when Loki was a woman, it was usually for a cruel trick or for espionage for battle, never for pleasure. Yet here Loki stood, breasts pressed against his abdomen, his body supine, like an offering...
Thor moved quick, fusing their mouths together with bruising force as he pushed Loki towards the bed. They fell upon in, Thor threw out an arm to brace his weight on instinct. He knew that Loki was strong, in some ways stronger than him, but with the way his body looked; so frail and small, Thor couldn't help himself. Loki pushed at his shoulders, firm and insistent, until he pulled back. The younger of the two nudged until Thor was resting against the pillows and Loki straddled his lap, biting at his neck with sharp, hard nips.
“You are going to be the death of me,” Thor groaned, his fingers weaved into the thick locks of hair at the base of Loki's neck and tugged until they were kissing. He could never get enough of Loki's taste.
As they kissed, Loki's nimble, quick fingers worked at Thor's dress. He removed the heavy pieces of armour and discarded them without much care before his fingers wrapped around the light cloth of Thor's shirt and he pulled, ripping it apart with a quiet display of strength. Thor's head tipped back with a low chuckle as he untied the thick cloth bound behind Loki's back and unwound the length of fabric.
They parted slowly as Thor sat up, taking in the sight of Loki's naked chest, his eyes raked over the different, yet still familiar form, and he nodded approvingly. Loki's breasts were of fair size: not overly large, but not overly small; they were the same colour of tea with milk as the rest of his body, and were firm and heaving with his brother's uneven breathing.
Curious, Thor let his hands journey up Loki's taut stomach, delighting in the feel of the smooth, unmarred flesh under his rough, large hands, before he brushed his thumbs under and against them. Slowly, with a more insistent firmness, he cupped them and let their heaviness settle into the fullness of his palms. He pressed his fingers into the muscle, massaging lightly before he bowed his head forward and took a dusky pink nipple into his mouth to suck.
Loki's head tipped back with a throaty noise and he arched into Thor's mouth, fingers raking through Thor's golden hair reverently. This body was so sensitive and new. It was like every nerve in his body was on fire and he was shaking and panting and his head was spinning. He took hold of one of Thor's hands and led it to his thigh. It settled there, curled against the strong muscle while Loki took hold of his skirt and hitched it up to his hip, sliding Thor's hand lower and...
Oh.
Thor pulled his mouth away as his hand slipped against Loki's core; wet and hot and new. He pushed two fingers inside, testing his limits, his mouth pressed against Loki's shoulder in a soft kiss as his thumb circled Loki's clitoris and pressed against it teasingly. Loki made a gasping noise, his hips canting with violent earnest against Thor's large, exploring fingers.
“Thor, that...” Loki wetted his lips, brows creasing as he settled his hands on Thor's shoulders to steady himself. “That feels good.”
Thor grinned and curled a hand around Loki's hip and tugged his younger brother forward slightly, feeling wicked at the moan and tremble it earned him. He pressed his mouth against Loki's panting one, kissing his breath away, tasting his sweetness. “Oh, little brother, I plan to make you scream.”
Loki whined, his body was already in hyperdrive and he had no idea how long he could keep up the relentless teasing pace. He rested his cheek against Thor's shoulder and rolled his hips with every greedy push of Thor's fingers. He could feel the dampness of his pleasure rolling down his thighs and he could only guess how wet Thor's hand was. Thor was pushing and wriggling his fingers and reaching...
Loki's body locked and a scream fell from his mouth before he could stop it, before he could even register what was happening. His body was shuddering and his legs were trembling. Thor was hushing him softly, stroking over his back and shoulders, pushing deep into his core and working his fingers at a rapid fire pace, thumb worrying over his clitoris.
Loki was having trouble breathing. He could barely think. All he knew was that the pressure inside of his body was building and he could not bare to stop it, Knew that it would probably be impossible even if he wanted to.
“Thor, I...” Loki managed in a garbled half-gasp, his world was slanting sideways and everything was narrowing down to Thor's hand inside of him, pushing and rocking and everything was slick and wet and perfect. “Thor it...”
“Let it go, Loki.”
Loki's eyes slammed shut and he let everything inside of him loose. He howled and writhed, his nails digging hard into Thor's shoulders and he was coming. His body was racked with convulsions and everything was too good and too sensitive and it hurt. Loki whined as he slowly came back into himself, his body still quaking as he reached under his skirt and pushed Thor's hand away when it became too much. He opened his mouth to speak but words wouldn't come, his breath stuttered out of him and his cheeks were wet with tears.
Thor shifted slowly, laying him against the soft cushions, stroking a hand through his hair and pressing soft, gentle kisses to his forehead. His body was on fire, toes curling as aftershocks worked through him and wrung him out, leaving him sated and sore and amazed.
“Here, drink.”
Loki let Thor guide his mouth to the goblet of water and he drank it greedily, pulling back when he had his fill and rested against the pillows. “That was quite possibly the most profound experience of my life.”
Thor laughed, deep and rich and pressed kisses over his mouth and cheeks. “Are you alright?”
“We are most definitely doing that again.” Loki smiled and watched Thor with sleep heavy eyes before he shifted on the bed. “What about you?”
Thor shook his head. “Do not worry, we can tend to my needs later.”
“But I--”
“Rest, little lie smith. I will show you more worlds of pleasure when you wake.”
Loki yawned, feeling languid as he let the last of his clothing melt off of his body without a thought. Slowly his skin rippled and shifted, returning to its natural male state and he settled against Thor as his older brother returned to the bed after disrobing. Loki threw a leg over Thor's hip, sighing in satisfaction when as much of their bodies touched as possible.
“Thor?”
“Mmm?” Thor opened an eye and peered down at Loki's half-asleep face.
“Can we do this again?”
Thor kissed the top of Loki's head, his brother was always so insecure in their relationship. So open and vulnerable after climax. “Whenever you wish, now go to sleep.”
Loki's mouth curled into a smile and he slept securely, knowing his place at his brother's side was always secure.
Fandom: Thor
Pairing/Characters: Thor/Loki
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2 234
Warning: Incest, genderfuck
Summary: Thor spots a beautiful woman after his latest battle. He knows her well.
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Marvel et al.
Notes: Part of my endeavor into
kink_bingo for my Body Alteration square.Dedication: Dedicated to
entangled_nowThor watched, reclined on his couch, relishing in the spoils of victory, as the celebration around him continued. He took a long drink of mead and let his eyes rake over all of the beautiful women of Asgard that he had the pick of. His eyes lingered over the half dressed concubines chatting in the corners while drinking themselves sick on sweet wine before moving past them, knowing that while their seductive skills were legend, the same went for their shallow and vapid temperaments. His eyes wandered to Sif, who was enjoying the atmosphere as she huddled close to her conquest of the night.
Sighing, Thor picked at some grapes in the shining brass bowl and fed each one into his mouth slowly, chewing them and savoring the ripe, tart flavour and the way plump, juicy fruit rolled over his tongue before exploding. Perhaps he would retire early and sleep off his restlessness. He drank the last of his mead, watching with weary, heavy-lidded eyes as the cup was refilled before he looked back over the sea of people.
Oh.
Who was she?
Thor sat up in place and set aside his drink, brushing away a concubine who had fluttered over to him with a disinterested wave of his hand. He watched as the woman worked her way through the crowd, her skirt low on her hips, drawing the eyes to the swell of the hips and the sharp angles they made. The leather of her braided skirt was dark and looked soft and buttery, drawing out the paleness of her skin. Her firm, ample breasts were bound back in thick, dark green cloth holding them up and back in a display of feminine beauty and fertility. Her hair was long and lush, dark and wavy, framing her angular, yet still slightly round face in a way that only served to accentuate the beauty of it.
Thor’s eyes drew over her body, from head to foot and his lips quirked in an interested way as he noted her feet were bare. They were dainty and strong like the rest of her, and curled slightly against the warm tile of the floor. Thor peered at them, transfixed at the sight of her lone bare feet peeking out, as if a tease, from under the long swath of her skirt.
Thor took a breath and stood from his spot, licking his lips he rubbed his hands on the legs of his pants before approaching her. She watched him as he advanced, her head tilted back slightly, a smirk curled over her face as her blue eyes tracked him. He stopped when he approached her, smiling down at her smaller frame, his hands lightly cupping her shoulders.
“And what is your name?”
The woman looked up, her smile coy as she walked her fingers up the length of Thor’s arm. “Does my name truly matter to you?”
Thor’s brows rose before he flashed a grin. “I like to know the name of my conquests.”
The woman’s brows knitted and her face pulled into a displeased twist. “Well then, m’lord, I suppose you can call me Ran.”
Thor lifted a hand and settled in on here cheek, his thumb brushing under her eye, admiring the softness of her skin. He drew his hand away and sucked in a sharp breath. “Shall we?”
They made their way from the long hall and into the cool, sweeping corridors. They hurried away to Thor's chambers with quiet giggles and half finished whispers as they fell into the room, warm from the fire and secluded from the rest of Asgard. When Thor kissed his companion for the night, her mouth was warm and wet and open, it tasted like sweet fruit and honey. The taste of her was familiar in a way that was comforting and forbidden and long missed. Thor chased his tongue after hers, drinking in her heady sweetness before he pulled his mouth away from hers, his teeth catching and scraping on her lower lip.
Her mouth quirked and she pressed the length of her body against his, her willowy, light form pressed against his compact, hard one. Thor drew his thumb over her lower lip, giving a soft, bemused smile when she nipped at the pad of it and sucked it into her mouth with a greedy noise and hungry eyes.
“Do you draw amusement from this, Loki? Being in this body?”
Loki's mouth drew away from Thor's thumb, tongue dragging roughly over the length of it as the younger of the two reared back, expression thoughtful. “It feels different in a good way. Soft and supple, filled with hidden pleasures and ways to drive the mind mad.” Loki made no move to shift from female to male, nor to pull away from Thor, instead he – she? - snuggled closer and rested a pointed chin against Thor's chest and peered up at him in an admiring manner. “How did you know it was me?”
“You taste the same no matter how you look. Like blackcurrant, rhubarb and cowberry, and always the overwhelming taste of honey.” Thor's hand trailed down Loki's long neck, admiring the soft, silky flesh and stroked his thumb over his brother's strong collarbone. “It is not something one easily forgets.”
“Well, you taste like blood and mead, it is a pretty distinct flavour.”
Thor tipped his head back against the wall, his eyes moving down to Loki's body, which was still pressed against his own. He shuddered a little, feeling the smaller frame heave against his, so warm and soft and inviting. It wouldn't be the first time he and Loki would have coupled, everyone knew he and Loki were... different. It probably would have been questioned if not for the fact they were both children of Odin. But it would be the first time that he had ever touched Loki in this fashion; when Loki was a woman, it was usually for a cruel trick or for espionage for battle, never for pleasure. Yet here Loki stood, breasts pressed against his abdomen, his body supine, like an offering...
Thor moved quick, fusing their mouths together with bruising force as he pushed Loki towards the bed. They fell upon in, Thor threw out an arm to brace his weight on instinct. He knew that Loki was strong, in some ways stronger than him, but with the way his body looked; so frail and small, Thor couldn't help himself. Loki pushed at his shoulders, firm and insistent, until he pulled back. The younger of the two nudged until Thor was resting against the pillows and Loki straddled his lap, biting at his neck with sharp, hard nips.
“You are going to be the death of me,” Thor groaned, his fingers weaved into the thick locks of hair at the base of Loki's neck and tugged until they were kissing. He could never get enough of Loki's taste.
As they kissed, Loki's nimble, quick fingers worked at Thor's dress. He removed the heavy pieces of armour and discarded them without much care before his fingers wrapped around the light cloth of Thor's shirt and he pulled, ripping it apart with a quiet display of strength. Thor's head tipped back with a low chuckle as he untied the thick cloth bound behind Loki's back and unwound the length of fabric.
They parted slowly as Thor sat up, taking in the sight of Loki's naked chest, his eyes raked over the different, yet still familiar form, and he nodded approvingly. Loki's breasts were of fair size: not overly large, but not overly small; they were the same colour of tea with milk as the rest of his body, and were firm and heaving with his brother's uneven breathing.
Curious, Thor let his hands journey up Loki's taut stomach, delighting in the feel of the smooth, unmarred flesh under his rough, large hands, before he brushed his thumbs under and against them. Slowly, with a more insistent firmness, he cupped them and let their heaviness settle into the fullness of his palms. He pressed his fingers into the muscle, massaging lightly before he bowed his head forward and took a dusky pink nipple into his mouth to suck.
Loki's head tipped back with a throaty noise and he arched into Thor's mouth, fingers raking through Thor's golden hair reverently. This body was so sensitive and new. It was like every nerve in his body was on fire and he was shaking and panting and his head was spinning. He took hold of one of Thor's hands and led it to his thigh. It settled there, curled against the strong muscle while Loki took hold of his skirt and hitched it up to his hip, sliding Thor's hand lower and...
Oh.
Thor pulled his mouth away as his hand slipped against Loki's core; wet and hot and new. He pushed two fingers inside, testing his limits, his mouth pressed against Loki's shoulder in a soft kiss as his thumb circled Loki's clitoris and pressed against it teasingly. Loki made a gasping noise, his hips canting with violent earnest against Thor's large, exploring fingers.
“Thor, that...” Loki wetted his lips, brows creasing as he settled his hands on Thor's shoulders to steady himself. “That feels good.”
Thor grinned and curled a hand around Loki's hip and tugged his younger brother forward slightly, feeling wicked at the moan and tremble it earned him. He pressed his mouth against Loki's panting one, kissing his breath away, tasting his sweetness. “Oh, little brother, I plan to make you scream.”
Loki whined, his body was already in hyperdrive and he had no idea how long he could keep up the relentless teasing pace. He rested his cheek against Thor's shoulder and rolled his hips with every greedy push of Thor's fingers. He could feel the dampness of his pleasure rolling down his thighs and he could only guess how wet Thor's hand was. Thor was pushing and wriggling his fingers and reaching...
Loki's body locked and a scream fell from his mouth before he could stop it, before he could even register what was happening. His body was shuddering and his legs were trembling. Thor was hushing him softly, stroking over his back and shoulders, pushing deep into his core and working his fingers at a rapid fire pace, thumb worrying over his clitoris.
Loki was having trouble breathing. He could barely think. All he knew was that the pressure inside of his body was building and he could not bare to stop it, Knew that it would probably be impossible even if he wanted to.
“Thor, I...” Loki managed in a garbled half-gasp, his world was slanting sideways and everything was narrowing down to Thor's hand inside of him, pushing and rocking and everything was slick and wet and perfect. “Thor it...”
“Let it go, Loki.”
Loki's eyes slammed shut and he let everything inside of him loose. He howled and writhed, his nails digging hard into Thor's shoulders and he was coming. His body was racked with convulsions and everything was too good and too sensitive and it hurt. Loki whined as he slowly came back into himself, his body still quaking as he reached under his skirt and pushed Thor's hand away when it became too much. He opened his mouth to speak but words wouldn't come, his breath stuttered out of him and his cheeks were wet with tears.
Thor shifted slowly, laying him against the soft cushions, stroking a hand through his hair and pressing soft, gentle kisses to his forehead. His body was on fire, toes curling as aftershocks worked through him and wrung him out, leaving him sated and sore and amazed.
“Here, drink.”
Loki let Thor guide his mouth to the goblet of water and he drank it greedily, pulling back when he had his fill and rested against the pillows. “That was quite possibly the most profound experience of my life.”
Thor laughed, deep and rich and pressed kisses over his mouth and cheeks. “Are you alright?”
“We are most definitely doing that again.” Loki smiled and watched Thor with sleep heavy eyes before he shifted on the bed. “What about you?”
Thor shook his head. “Do not worry, we can tend to my needs later.”
“But I--”
“Rest, little lie smith. I will show you more worlds of pleasure when you wake.”
Loki yawned, feeling languid as he let the last of his clothing melt off of his body without a thought. Slowly his skin rippled and shifted, returning to its natural male state and he settled against Thor as his older brother returned to the bed after disrobing. Loki threw a leg over Thor's hip, sighing in satisfaction when as much of their bodies touched as possible.
“Thor?”
“Mmm?” Thor opened an eye and peered down at Loki's half-asleep face.
“Can we do this again?”
Thor kissed the top of Loki's head, his brother was always so insecure in their relationship. So open and vulnerable after climax. “Whenever you wish, now go to sleep.”
Loki's mouth curled into a smile and he slept securely, knowing his place at his brother's side was always secure.
