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[April 2] [Thor: TDW] careful
Title: careful
Day/Theme: April 2 - The moral of this story should be completely obvious
Series: Thor: TDW
Character/Pairing: Loki/Jane
Rating: R
When the aether’s whispering gets to be too much, she grinds herself against Loki’s firm thigh, pleads to ride his face.
She never used to be like this, preferring to lose herself in the beauty of her equations rather than in dissipation. But that was before, when things were simple and she was a just a crack-pot astrophysicist that got laughed out of grant interviews on the rare occasions she even managed to land a grant interview. Now she’s just a nymphomaniac with a parasitic cosmic energy that wants to destroy the universe.
When they’re not fucking, Loki vacillates between believing Midgard will ground her enough so that she won’t want to burn the Nine Realms to less than ash and believing he should get her as far away from Asgard as possible. He sometimes tells her the capital of Xandar is lovely and that she would like it, especially now that it’s been rebuilt. He also drinks. The first week, he’d steadily drunk his way through Tony Stark’s bar, but he’d never – to her knowledge – actually been drunk.
“Midgardians,” he’d said in disgust, after he’d knocked back his first shot of whisky, or was it bourbon? Jane was unclear, what exactly, differentiated the two.
“Stop that,” she’d told him. “Stop that and kiss me.” And he’d done so, the liquor on his breath not quite hiding the taste of his fear.
Day/Theme: April 2 - The moral of this story should be completely obvious
Series: Thor: TDW
Character/Pairing: Loki/Jane
Rating: R
When the aether’s whispering gets to be too much, she grinds herself against Loki’s firm thigh, pleads to ride his face.
She never used to be like this, preferring to lose herself in the beauty of her equations rather than in dissipation. But that was before, when things were simple and she was a just a crack-pot astrophysicist that got laughed out of grant interviews on the rare occasions she even managed to land a grant interview. Now she’s just a nymphomaniac with a parasitic cosmic energy that wants to destroy the universe.
When they’re not fucking, Loki vacillates between believing Midgard will ground her enough so that she won’t want to burn the Nine Realms to less than ash and believing he should get her as far away from Asgard as possible. He sometimes tells her the capital of Xandar is lovely and that she would like it, especially now that it’s been rebuilt. He also drinks. The first week, he’d steadily drunk his way through Tony Stark’s bar, but he’d never – to her knowledge – actually been drunk.
“Midgardians,” he’d said in disgust, after he’d knocked back his first shot of whisky, or was it bourbon? Jane was unclear, what exactly, differentiated the two.
“Stop that,” she’d told him. “Stop that and kiss me.” And he’d done so, the liquor on his breath not quite hiding the taste of his fear.