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Characters: Loki, Thor
When the sky falls, he reaches for his brother.
(in which Loki is afraid of hell)
storiybrooke asked: thor or thor: the dark world?"You made my men, some of the most highly trained professionals in the world, look like a bunch of minimum wage mall cops. That’s hurtful."
Boy, we are family
No matter what they say
But boys are meant to flee
And run away one day
Thor shifted and presented a red, unwrapped sweet. Loki’s eyes went soft and he lifted a hand to gently trace the round curve of the hard sugar. “Do you want to share it with me, Loki?”
Loki licked his lips, then looked up at his brother. His Thor. The father who could never know he was the father of Loki’s son. “Yes,” he whispered, returning his eyes to the sweet. His fingers trailed down the staircase of Thor’s, his mind gone.
“I like this one,” Loki murmured. “This one is red, just like your cheeks.”
my second commission by the truly spectacular marty-mc for one of my absolute favorite (and therefore most horribly painful) thorki fics I’ve ever written.
i really just can’t believe how absolutely stunning this is. i’m just in awe.