June 17 2013, 12:01 PM

help…!

so, i’m actually working on writing a short-ish multi-chapter fic and i’d like to possibly have some lines here and there in another language. rather than using google translate, i figured i’d put it out there for native and/or fluent speakers of french, italian or german. (can you see i’m still undecided???) just as a heads up, some of it will be slightly filthy?? so i’d like someone who knows their way around slang and whatnot.

anyway. any help would be appreciated. just send an ask my way and i will contact you asap! 

June 20 2012, 05:31 PM

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found this stashed away on plurk (as written fast for the greedy papchuseyo and heterodoxal) one night before bed. i liked it so in order to save it, just posting it here ;) ( ao3 )

——-

“Fuck my mouth,” he says. Voice cracked and aching.

It had been too long since had his brother here in his chambers. Loki says nothing but twists his fingers tightly in Thor’s hair. It’s like the sun, gold and shining. He pulls Thor closer, thrusting his hips forward and forcefully shoving his cock into his brother’s waiting mouth.

He is not kind, but Loki never is. Thor sputters around him, trying to keep up, trying to prove himself. But Loki is too quick, too slight.

Thor’s throat burns already, but he won’t give in, won’t make any noise other than a deep, vibrating hum. Done only in an effort to slow Loki down. And it does, if only for one brief moment. He sees his brother’s jaw go slack and hears the sharp intake of breath. Thor does the same because he knows once Loki resumes it will be the last breath he takes.

"Is this what you like, brother," Loki crones and pulls him close. Slower this time, easing his cock further into the wet heat of Thor’s waiting mouth. Pushing, pushing, pushing until he bumps the back of thor’s throat. "Show me how you’ve yearned for this."

Thor’s hands grab on to Loki’s thighs and he swallows, thrice, around him. But he can hardly move, if only for the hands tightly fisted in his hair. Hot tears prick at his eyes but he doesn’t care. This is important. This is what he wants. This is what he’s dreamed of.

A deep moan, one that starts at his toes and fires up through his body, nearly shaking himself as it wraps around Loki’s skin like a prayer. It’s there he gets his chance, the lithe fingers he constantly feels over his skin slacken and he rips them free, holding them tightly with his own. His head bobs fast, mouth working over time and harder than it ever has. Loki may have a silver tongue to put the nine realms to shame, but Thor is not without his talents. Learned from the best.

When he brings his brother to his peak, that white-hot heat searing across Loki’s vision so hard and so fast he sees stars, it’s as if there is a moment of peace between them. Nothing bad existed and nothing awful will happen. It is just the two of them, locked hand to hand in the most intimate of moments. He hears Loki say his name, over and over—husked and full of desire and lust. It’s almost too much and he feels his own body tremor with that same desire and lust. to take Loki and claim him, make him his own. But he doesn’t.

Instead he coaxes him down, leaves reverent touches over his skin. Kisses him; his shoulder, his neck, the hollow of his throat. Each kiss echoes the words he’ll never say—’I love you' 'You’re mine' and then finally reaches his mouth. Lips against lips. It's slow, passionate. Thor pours everything he is into it, forces Loki to feel what he feels. And Loki, in that moment, accepts.

May 20 2012, 03:21 PM

Thor/Loki fic recs, part 3

umakoo:

Even more of my favorite Thor/Loki fics :3 (part one is here, part two is here)

Yidrigar | PG

When Sunshine Turns to Rain | Teen (AU)

The Edge of Loathing | Explicit (WIP)

Zhashtar | PG

Validation | Explicit

Masked by Hate | Explicit

The Bitter Taste of Hope | Explicit

Like Rolling Thunder | Explicit

Sleeping Beauty | Explicit (contains somnophilia)

Between Your Whispers | Teen

Dreams of You Still Wash Ashore | Teen

Hello, Darkness, My Old Friend | Teen

Punishment | PG-13

For You | Explicit

Silence | Gen

Res Judicata | Explicit

Monstrosity | Mature (contains mpreg)

Bonus Hiddlesworth:

Digital Getdown | Mature

Debts and Payback | Teen

Late | Mature

Risky Business | Mature


definitely honored to be included on this list u///u 

May 02 2012, 11:47 PM

Digital Getdown

There’s no excuse for this. Gratuitous sexting. I may have made Tom a wee bit more forward/sadistic a little maybe. I don’t know. This is just a thing that happened. Listening to Digital Getdown is not required but perhaps may make this a slightly more hilarious read (yeah, I went there. What’re you gonna do). This piece of crap is also for Lindsey because I said so. As usual, no beta and sorry if there are mistakes.

ALSO!!! To easier tell the difference between who is texting what, Tom’s are always in italics! (AO3 link - ngl better formatting for the actual texts!!)

——

It’s late. That sort of late that could be early if one looked at the clock in a different light. But, when Chris looked at the clock it was late.

At first, he wasn’t sure what jolted him awake, thinking it had just been a crazy dream and his subconscious was more alert than he’d thought—jostling him awake before anything bad happened. But, then his phone buzzed on the nightstand, alerting him that no, his slumber had been interrupted by an outside source.

He knows who it is before he even picks it up. Instinctively. Perhaps even expected it to happen. Mind recalling the look in Tom’s eyes over dinner. Yeah. This was expected alright. He thinks to ignore it, but knows that’s probably the worst thing to do. He could shut the phone off (it’s late, it’s late and his eyes are burning) but, he doesn’t. No. Almost like his body is on autopilot, he reaches over and stares at the screen, eyes blinking rapidly as the light burns his pupils down to tiny pinpricks of black. Two messages.

Chris.
Are you awake?

A sigh and he’s typing blindly, his eyes nearly shut. Chris feels like he barely slept—he doesn’t even have sleep dust gathered in his eyes yet!

No.

The light is snapped off and he’s barely moved his finger away from the button before the phone vibrates again.

I can’t sleep.

I can. Goodnight, Tom.

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April 02 2012, 12:22 AM

For Your Entertainment

A quick fic written that was inspired by Adam Lambert’s For Your Entertainment. Not the best but posting it anyway. ( AO3 link )

——-

The heavy bass of the music shakes the veins under his skin. Hairs on his arms vibrating and his heart thumping in time to the beat—pounding like it created the melody itself. He can’t stand this kind of shitty music, everything sounds the same. A giant cacophony of noise that holds no substance. By now he expects nothing more or nothing less from these places, but that doesn’t stop him from going. Ironically enjoying the time spent in the club.

Brightly colored lights flash over the dance floor—bodies covered in a sheen of sweat and pheromones. Each one moving and gyrating with one another in fleeting harmony. Meeting just for the song—or if they’re lucky—just for the night. This isn’t the sort of place Thor frequents, and against his better judgment (when he does have it—which is extremely rare) he accepted the invite out from his friends. Something about tonight feels different. Tonight, he feels electric. It’s crackling under his skin like an oncoming thunderstorm.

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January 12 2012, 10:36 PM
assguard:

The early morning, the city breaksAnd I’ve been calling for years and years and years and years

AU. Thor & Loki & Sif.
Thor and Sif are unhappily married. One night, on a business trip to New Mexico, Thor meets Loki and can’t help but feel an attraction he hasn’t felt towards anyone in years. In a matter of time, Thor finds himself in too deep and has to hide his relationship with Loki from Sif because no matter what he tells himself, he still loves her. The guilt he feels towards both his wife and Loki begins to strain both relationships and Thor finds his world start to crumble when Loki gives him an ultimatum: “It’s her or me.”

Alright! Nearly done with this but posting it in chapters. First one is below. AO3 link is here!
——

Another sleepless night.  Lately, this had become a reoccurring theme. The last time he had actually slept through the night seemed so distant. Memory hazy, which meant it had been far too long. Thor lay there, enveloped in the darkness to the point of near suffocation. It was oppressive and weighed heavily upon him. Crushing. Agonizingly so. Across the hall, the dripping of the leaky faucet called to his attentions. Drip, drip, drip.  Maddening racket.  That should have been fixed—he meant to, but… things kept getting in the way. Or, perhaps, he’d even forgotten. Become too busy with work and it had fallen to the wayside, neglected, much like many other things around the house. His “honey-do” list had expanded greatly; seemingly also filled with emotional fixes right along side constructional ones. The more items that filled that list, the less he actually cared to complete them. Not the best course of action, he knew, but better than the alternative. …Whatever that turned out to be. He didn’t want to think about it. Thor rolled onto his side, staring blindly out the window, straining to see something—anything. Some proof of life existing outside this house. But, as always, there was nothing but that oppressive darkness. Through the wall he heard Sif snore softly in her sleep. Must be on her back. They had fought—again. Gotten completely out of hand—again. The broken dishes and chair that still lay shattered on the kitchen floor could attest to that. They were never quiet when they fought; always destructive. Never once was a hand raised to each other, but everything else not nailed down was fair game. Their house was in constant disarray. All the pieces would be put back together, giving off the air everything was fine. They were normal. Happily in love. But, that wasn’t exactly right either.He didn’t know when their lives had taken a turn this way, but by now it just was second nature. The days when they fought were becoming more and more frequent—there was hardly a day that passed without some mishap. Thor found himself seeking solace in the spare bedroom at night more often than he cared to admit. This wasn’t how he pictured happily ever after.A heavy sigh rolled over his lips as he sat up and rubbed at his face. Sleep would not come tonight, not at this rate. There was no further point in trying. Red numbers glowed half-past three from the clock at the bedside table. Only a few more hours until his flight—now was as good of a time as any to slip into that darkness and leave.———-“Odinson!” The booming voice snapped across the office, nearly shaking the glass from the windows.An easy smile slid on his lips as he offered a firm shake of hands. “Good to see you again, Volstagg.”The man had an immense and impressive presence—both in personality and in stature. But, there was still part of him that retained an almost childlike excitement; it made him easily likable. “How long are you with us this time?”Thor offered a shrug. “Last I heard, it was for nearly a week. If things are progressing on schedule…?” A dangerous, loaded question, at best, but one that needed answering.There was the briefest of all pauses—which could only mean that they were, in fact, not on schedule—before Volstagg spoke again. “Well… let’s go to my office, shall we?”This didn’t bode well.Two hours later, Thor emerged from the office more tired than he had been before he had arrived. The project was behind schedule. Far behind. It wasn’t entirely a huge surprise, but this was a giant headache nonetheless. Down a few floors to his supplied make-shift office—around mountains of boxes and cleaning supplies with a few questionable stains—he sat at the drafting table. This was the part he hated most about his job—sedentary office work. He would much rather be out in the field. Being hands on rather than make phone calls. And from the sound of it, he had far too many to make before offices started to close for the day. No point in putting off the droning busy work any longer. The sooner he started, the faster it was over. Still, he couldn’t help but let his gaze settle outside, looking through the one lone hazy window. There was a storm coming soon, he could feel it under his skin. Buzzing almost, like electricity. That thought seemed to smooth his nerves enough that he set to work without much more complaining.After what felt like an excruciating lifetime later, Thor emerged no worse for the wear. All that he could accomplish for the day had gotten done—which had turned out to be more than expected. Tomorrow, he would meet with a few promising leads and take it from there. At this point, it was all he could do. Now it was time to face the decision of what to do for the night. Suddenly, that seemed like a much bigger problem to face than their flooring contractor pulling out of the project. Not that there was exactly a plethora of things to do in the small podunk town, but going out was better than ordering room service and sitting alone in his room. Most likely falling asleep before nine o’clock. There was a bar on the way back to the hotel, he remembered seeing it on the way into work. Maybe a stop there wouldn’t hurt…———Thor stood, hesitating, outside the bar door. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to be around people tonight—but, he supposed (more like reasoned with himself for the second time that night), this would be better than staying alone in the hotel room watching some made for TV movie until he fell asleep.With a heavy sigh, he pushed inside. Dark and richly colored wood and fabrics ensconced the interior. Decorated with the usual fare—street signs and dead animal heads mounted to perfection. Out of the way bars were a dime a dozen.It wasn’t crowded, but he went to sit at the bar anyway, forgoing any of the scattered tables. They were for two, he was only one. Taking refuge at the far end on a worn seat, he signaled to the barkeep for service. Only a few moments later, frosty stein in hand, Thor allowed himself to take in the scenery. There was a couple sidled up to the bar, heads bent low and talking only to each other. Completely disinterested in their surroundings. It seemed like a strange place for such a young couple to be, but Thor didn’t question the choice. The diamond ring on the woman’s left hand glinted from the dim overhead lights. In a vague, basic sense, they reminded him of himself and Sif when they had first begun dating.That seemed so long ago now. And, most certainly, wasn’t a thought he wanted to be having at the moment.He moved on to the other patrons—half of whom were drunk already and enjoying themselves. On any other night he would be with them, probably even challenging those meatheads at the pool table to a game or three. Being rowdy and raucous and without so much as a care. But, the energy just was not with him tonight.Thor picked up the glass, fully intent to knock back half and hasten his retreat back to the safety of his hotel room, when he suddenly stopped. A pair of dark eyes held him, suddenly enraptured, and he couldn’t find it in himself to look away. Every possible romantic cliche washed over him then: shortness of breath, heart skipping a beat, even a cacophony of sounds crashing in his ears. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before and he vaguely wondered if he was possibly having a heart attack.It didn’t seem to matter if he was—before he realized what was even happening, he had slid off the stool and began making his way around the bar. He couldn’t stop and didn’t want to stop. A shiver shot straight down his spine as he neared the mysterious man sitting in the shadows—this was dangerous.And he didn’t care.Neither spoke right away, merely content enough to remain in a locked gaze as if they could read each other simply from that. Except that Thor was never good at getting a read on people and his silence only came because he was having a little trouble remembering how to actually speak. He would never admit something like that, but he knew if he opened his mouth too soon whatever he said would make him seem like he had the intellectual level of a pea.Thankfully, the man had far more sense than Thor and a better grasp on speaking and broke the silence first.“Please. Sit.”Simple. Two words. Inviting but still slightly closed off. But no matter. Just from the sound of his voice alone, Thor felt his entire world shift from it’s long projected trajectory. Like there was something new and exciting just bubbling below the surface. Something that he desired to find out. If he had been in his right frame of mind, he would have been embarrassed for himself. But, he wasn’t. So, he’s certainly not.Instead, he managed to mumble a thanks (at least, he’s fairly certain that’s what he said) as he sat down on the stool next to him, trying not to stare but doing so anyway. Green. He can see the man’s eyes now. Green always was a color he liked best.And then (finally) he allowed reality to settle around him, realizing he hadn’t actually said anything. Not anything worthwhile and he’s probably coming off like some weird lunatic. All right, he’s got to shake this off. These new curious and unexplained feelings can be explored later once he’s back safely at the hotel. He’s Thor Odinson for crying out loud. Silent, shy type isn’t his style—not by a long shot. Get a grip.A shift in his seat and trying to be discreet about wiping his hand on his pant leg (sweaty palms, God, what is he fifteen??). “Hello.” Smooth, Odinson. Keep going. His hand is offered, “Thor.” …Alright. Short and sweet. That’s fine. Better than nothing.There’s just a slight pause before he feels the cool slide and press of a hand in his. They just fit and gives a peculiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. If he was better at reading signs and signals, he would have noticed the sharper intake of breath and possibly the dilated pupils—indicating that he wasn’t alone in that feeling. The touch lingers longer than necessary and Thor’s eyes are drawn down, nearly enraptured with how nicely this man’s hand fits in his own. The contrast of their skin is mesmerizing in a way it probably shouldn’t be. “Loki.”  And that’s when everything changed.

assguard:

The early morning, the city breaks
And I’ve been calling for years and years and years and years

AU. Thor & Loki & Sif.

Thor and Sif are unhappily married. One night, on a business trip to New Mexico, Thor meets Loki and can’t help but feel an attraction he hasn’t felt towards anyone in years. In a matter of time, Thor finds himself in too deep and has to hide his relationship with Loki from Sif because no matter what he tells himself, he still loves her. The guilt he feels towards both his wife and Loki begins to strain both relationships and Thor finds his world start to crumble when Loki gives him an ultimatum: “It’s her or me.”

Alright! Nearly done with this but posting it in chapters. First one is below. AO3 link is here!

——

Another sleepless night.
 
Lately, this had become a reoccurring theme. The last time he had actually slept through the night seemed so distant. Memory hazy, which meant it had been far too long. Thor lay there, enveloped in the darkness to the point of near suffocation. It was oppressive and weighed heavily upon him. Crushing. Agonizingly so.
 
Across the hall, the dripping of the leaky faucet called to his attentions. Drip, drip, drip.
 
Maddening racket.
 
That should have been fixed—he meant to, but… things kept getting in the way. Or, perhaps, he’d even forgotten. Become too busy with work and it had fallen to the wayside, neglected, much like many other things around the house. His “honey-do” list had expanded greatly; seemingly also filled with emotional fixes right along side constructional ones. The more items that filled that list, the less he actually cared to complete them. Not the best course of action, he knew, but better than the alternative. …Whatever that turned out to be. He didn’t want to think about it.
 
Thor rolled onto his side, staring blindly out the window, straining to see something—anything. Some proof of life existing outside this house. But, as always, there was nothing but that oppressive darkness. Through the wall he heard Sif snore softly in her sleep. Must be on her back.

They had fought—again. Gotten completely out of hand—again. The broken dishes and chair that still lay shattered on the kitchen floor could attest to that.

They were never quiet when they fought; always destructive. Never once was a hand raised to each other, but everything else not nailed down was fair game. Their house was in constant disarray. All the pieces would be put back together, giving off the air everything was fine. They were normal. Happily in love. But, that wasn’t exactly right either.

He didn’t know when their lives had taken a turn this way, but by now it just was second nature. The days when they fought were becoming more and more frequent—there was hardly a day that passed without some mishap. Thor found himself seeking solace in the spare bedroom at night more often than he cared to admit. This wasn’t how he pictured happily ever after.

A heavy sigh rolled over his lips as he sat up and rubbed at his face. Sleep would not come tonight, not at this rate. There was no further point in trying. Red numbers glowed half-past three from the clock at the bedside table. Only a few more hours until his flight—now was as good of a time as any to slip into that darkness and leave.

———-

“Odinson!” The booming voice snapped across the office, nearly shaking the glass from the windows.

An easy smile slid on his lips as he offered a firm shake of hands. “Good to see you again, Volstagg.”

The man had an immense and impressive presence—both in personality and in stature. But, there was still part of him that retained an almost childlike excitement; it made him easily likable.

“How long are you with us this time?”

Thor offered a shrug. “Last I heard, it was for nearly a week. If things are progressing on schedule…?” A dangerous, loaded question, at best, but one that needed answering.

There was the briefest of all pauses—which could only mean that they were, in fact, not on schedule—before Volstagg spoke again. “Well… let’s go to my office, shall we?”

This didn’t bode well.

Two hours later, Thor emerged from the office more tired than he had been before he had arrived. The project was behind schedule. Far behind. It wasn’t entirely a huge surprise, but this was a giant headache nonetheless.

Down a few floors to his supplied make-shift office—around mountains of boxes and cleaning supplies with a few questionable stains—he sat at the drafting table. This was the part he hated most about his job—sedentary office work. He would much rather be out in the field. Being hands on rather than make phone calls. And from the sound of it, he had far too many to make before offices started to close for the day.

No point in putting off the droning busy work any longer. The sooner he started, the faster it was over. Still, he couldn’t help but let his gaze settle outside, looking through the one lone hazy window. There was a storm coming soon, he could feel it under his skin. Buzzing almost, like electricity. That thought seemed to smooth his nerves enough that he set to work without much more complaining.

After what felt like an excruciating lifetime later, Thor emerged no worse for the wear. All that he could accomplish for the day had gotten done—which had turned out to be more than expected. Tomorrow, he would meet with a few promising leads and take it from there. At this point, it was all he could do. Now it was time to face the decision of what to do for the night. Suddenly, that seemed like a much bigger problem to face than their flooring contractor pulling out of the project. Not that there was exactly a plethora of things to do in the small podunk town, but going out was better than ordering room service and sitting alone in his room. Most likely falling asleep before nine o’clock. There was a bar on the way back to the hotel, he remembered seeing it on the way into work. Maybe a stop there wouldn’t hurt…

———

Thor stood, hesitating, outside the bar door. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to be around people tonight—but, he supposed (more like reasoned with himself for the second time that night), this would be better than staying alone in the hotel room watching some made for TV movie until he fell asleep.

With a heavy sigh, he pushed inside. Dark and richly colored wood and fabrics ensconced the interior. Decorated with the usual fare—street signs and dead animal heads mounted to perfection. Out of the way bars were a dime a dozen.

It wasn’t crowded, but he went to sit at the bar anyway, forgoing any of the scattered tables. They were for two, he was only one. Taking refuge at the far end on a worn seat, he signaled to the barkeep for service. Only a few moments later, frosty stein in hand, Thor allowed himself to take in the scenery. There was a couple sidled up to the bar, heads bent low and talking only to each other. Completely disinterested in their surroundings. It seemed like a strange place for such a young couple to be, but Thor didn’t question the choice. The diamond ring on the woman’s left hand glinted from the dim overhead lights. In a vague, basic sense, they reminded him of himself and Sif when they had first begun dating.

That seemed so long ago now. And, most certainly, wasn’t a thought he wanted to be having at the moment.

He moved on to the other patrons—half of whom were drunk already and enjoying themselves. On any other night he would be with them, probably even challenging those meatheads at the pool table to a game or three. Being rowdy and raucous and without so much as a care. But, the energy just was not with him tonight.

Thor picked up the glass, fully intent to knock back half and hasten his retreat back to the safety of his hotel room, when he suddenly stopped. A pair of dark eyes held him, suddenly enraptured, and he couldn’t find it in himself to look away. Every possible romantic cliche washed over him then: shortness of breath, heart skipping a beat, even a cacophony of sounds crashing in his ears. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before and he vaguely wondered if he was possibly having a heart attack.

It didn’t seem to matter if he was—before he realized what was even happening, he had slid off the stool and began making his way around the bar. He couldn’t stop and didn’t want to stop. A shiver shot straight down his spine as he neared the mysterious man sitting in the shadows—this was dangerous.

And he didn’t care.

Neither spoke right away, merely content enough to remain in a locked gaze as if they could read each other simply from that. Except that Thor was never good at getting a read on people and his silence only came because he was having a little trouble remembering how to actually speak. He would never admit something like that, but he knew if he opened his mouth too soon whatever he said would make him seem like he had the intellectual level of a pea.

Thankfully, the man had far more sense than Thor and a better grasp on speaking and broke the silence first.

“Please. Sit.”

Simple. Two words. Inviting but still slightly closed off. But no matter. Just from the sound of his voice alone, Thor felt his entire world shift from it’s long projected trajectory. Like there was something new and exciting just bubbling below the surface. Something that he desired to find out. If he had been in his right frame of mind, he would have been embarrassed for himself. But, he wasn’t. So, he’s certainly not.

Instead, he managed to mumble a thanks (at least, he’s fairly certain that’s what he said) as he sat down on the stool next to him, trying not to stare but doing so anyway. Green. He can see the man’s eyes now. Green always was a color he liked best.

And then (finally) he allowed reality to settle around him, realizing he hadn’t actually said anything. Not anything worthwhile and he’s probably coming off like some weird lunatic. All right, he’s got to shake this off. These new curious and unexplained feelings can be explored later once he’s back safely at the hotel. He’s Thor Odinson for crying out loud. Silent, shy type isn’t his style—not by a long shot. Get a grip.

A shift in his seat and trying to be discreet about wiping his hand on his pant leg (sweaty palms, God, what is he fifteen??). “Hello.” Smooth, Odinson. Keep going. His hand is offered, “Thor.” …Alright. Short and sweet. That’s fine. Better than nothing.

There’s just a slight pause before he feels the cool slide and press of a hand in his. They just fit and gives a peculiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. If he was better at reading signs and signals, he would have noticed the sharper intake of breath and possibly the dilated pupils—indicating that he wasn’t alone in that feeling. The touch lingers longer than necessary and Thor’s eyes are drawn down, nearly enraptured with how nicely this man’s hand fits in his own. The contrast of their skin is mesmerizing in a way it probably shouldn’t be.

“Loki.”  

And that’s when everything changed.
December 07 2011, 12:51 PM
assguard:

The early morning, the city breaksAnd I’ve been calling for years and years and years and years

AU. Thor & Loki & Sif.
Thor and Sif are unhappily married. One night, on a business trip to New Mexico, Thor meets Loki and can’t help but feel an attraction he hasn’t felt towards anyone in years. In a matter of time, Thor finds himself in too deep and has to hide his relationship with Loki from Sif because no matter what he tells himself, he still loves her. The guilt he feels towards both his wife and Loki begins to strain both relationships and Thor finds his world start to crumble when Loki gives him an ultimatum: “It’s her or me.”

Attempting to write this! Preview below:
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Thor stood, hesitating, outside the bar door. He wasn’t exactly in the  mood to be around people tonight—but, he supposed, this would be better  than staying alone in the hotel room watching some made for TV movie  until he fell asleep. With a heavy sigh, he pushed inside. Dark and richly colored wood and  fabrics ensconced the interior. Decorated with the usual fare—street  signs and dead animal heads stuffed to perfection. Out of the way bars  were a dime a dozen. It wasn’t crowded, but he went to sit at the bar anyway, forgoing any of  the scattered tables. They were for two, he was only one. Taking refuge  at the far end on a worn seat, he signaled to the barkeep for service.  Only a few moments later, frosty stein in hand, Thor allowed himself to  take in the scenery. There was a couple sidled up to the bar, heads bent  low and talking only to each other. Completely disinterested in their  surroundings. It seemed like a strange place for such a young couple to  be, but Thor didn’t question the choice. The diamond ring on the woman’s  left hand glinted from the dim overhead lights. In a vague, basic  sense, they reminded him of himself and Sif when they had first begun  dating.  That seemed so long ago now. And, most certainly, wasn’t a thought he wanted to be having at the moment. He moved on to the other patrons—half of whom were drunk already and  enjoying themselves. On any other night he would be with them, probably  even challenging those meatheads at the pool table to a game or three.  Being rowdy and raucous and without so much as a care. But, the energy  just was not with him tonight. Thor picked up the glass, fully intent to knock back half and hasten his  retreat back to the safety of his hotel room, when he suddenly stopped.  A pair of dark eyes held him, suddenly enraptured, and he couldn’t find  it in himself to look away. Every possible romantic cliche washed over  him then: shortness of breath, heart skipping a beat, even a cacophony  of sounds crashing in his ears. It was unlike anything he had ever felt  before and he vaguely wondered if he was possibly having a heart attack. It didn’t seem to matter if he was—before he realized what was even  happening, he had slid off the stool and began making his way around the  bar. He couldn’t stop and didn’t want to stop. A shiver shot straight  down his spine as he neared the mysterious man sitting in the shadows—this was dangerous. And he didn’t care.

assguard:

The early morning, the city breaks
And I’ve been calling for years and years and years and years

AU. Thor & Loki & Sif.

Thor and Sif are unhappily married. One night, on a business trip to New Mexico, Thor meets Loki and can’t help but feel an attraction he hasn’t felt towards anyone in years. In a matter of time, Thor finds himself in too deep and has to hide his relationship with Loki from Sif because no matter what he tells himself, he still loves her. The guilt he feels towards both his wife and Loki begins to strain both relationships and Thor finds his world start to crumble when Loki gives him an ultimatum: “It’s her or me.”

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Thor stood, hesitating, outside the bar door. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to be around people tonight—but, he supposed, this would be better than staying alone in the hotel room watching some made for TV movie until he fell asleep.

With a heavy sigh, he pushed inside. Dark and richly colored wood and fabrics ensconced the interior. Decorated with the usual fare—street signs and dead animal heads stuffed to perfection. Out of the way bars were a dime a dozen.

It wasn’t crowded, but he went to sit at the bar anyway, forgoing any of the scattered tables. They were for two, he was only one. Taking refuge at the far end on a worn seat, he signaled to the barkeep for service. Only a few moments later, frosty stein in hand, Thor allowed himself to take in the scenery. There was a couple sidled up to the bar, heads bent low and talking only to each other. Completely disinterested in their surroundings. It seemed like a strange place for such a young couple to be, but Thor didn’t question the choice. The diamond ring on the woman’s left hand glinted from the dim overhead lights. In a vague, basic sense, they reminded him of himself and Sif when they had first begun dating.

That seemed so long ago now. And, most certainly, wasn’t a thought he wanted to be having at the moment.

He moved on to the other patrons—half of whom were drunk already and enjoying themselves. On any other night he would be with them, probably even challenging those meatheads at the pool table to a game or three. Being rowdy and raucous and without so much as a care. But, the energy just was not with him tonight.

Thor picked up the glass, fully intent to knock back half and hasten his retreat back to the safety of his hotel room, when he suddenly stopped. A pair of dark eyes held him, suddenly enraptured, and he couldn’t find it in himself to look away. Every possible romantic cliche washed over him then: shortness of breath, heart skipping a beat, even a cacophony of sounds crashing in his ears. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before and he vaguely wondered if he was possibly having a heart attack.

It didn’t seem to matter if he was—before he realized what was even happening, he had slid off the stool and began making his way around the bar. He couldn’t stop and didn’t want to stop. A shiver shot straight down his spine as he neared the mysterious man sitting in the shadows—this was dangerous.

And he didn’t care.