p i n e apple bread

fanfic: Bifröst, 8/?

Bifröst (NC-17)

Bookseller AU. There’s a beautiful stranger in town and Thor is hopelessly in love. Unfortunately for him, this stranger comes with secrets that will devastate them both. Or, in which Thor is a fumbling lovesick idiot and there’s too much Norse mythology for an actual AU.

+ thank you so much to my wonderful beta, muchymotzie (who is also the OP of the original prompt) without whom, there would be awkward porn that involves awkwardly weeping cocks.

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They stay with Tony in New York for another week. During that week, Thor gets used to Tony’s incessant flirting, Steve’s constant worrying, Peter’s many childish quirks, and he learns much more about Loki.

When around his family, Loki opens up like he never did back home in their tiny town. He’s comfortable in the city. He traverses the island of Manhattan like he knows it like the back of his hand, which Thor is sure he actually does. Sometimes Thor wonders why he moved away from this bright city at all, because even with the few days Thor spends there, he falls right in love with the concrete jungle too.

In the evenings when Loki leaves the hospital, he takes Thor to different parts of the city, but rarely to any tourist locations. They don’t climb the Empire State Building, nor do they go to the top of Rockefeller. They don’t take the ferry to see the Statue of Liberty, nor do they gawk at Fifth Avenue.

Instead, Loki takes him to Brooklyn, a borough of the city that Thor instantly loves. It’s quieter, less cramped, and it feels like there’s balance and peace, whereas Manhattan is all speed and verve. Once, Loki takes him to the park under the Brooklyn Bridge. Thor is delighted with the riverside park that looks directly across to Manhattan, and there’s an overlooking area, warehouses, darling cafés that remind him of the ones back home, and a carousel!

Thor feels like he’s five as he tugs Loki towards the line for the carousel. He reads the plaque, learns that it’s a restored historic installation from Philadelphia. He’s delighted with the relic and he’s more than happy to stand on the line with children to wait his turn.

Loki gives him an indulgent smile and teases him for his enthusiasm, but Thor just doesn’t care because there’s a carousel and he really thinks Loki should be as excited as he is. When it’s their turn, Thor hops onto the most fearsome pony he can find and drags Loki onto the one next to him. He pulls Loki in for a kiss as the music plays and the dais starts to turn, uncaring of the stares.

The next day, they leave the hospital early to venture into the center of Brooklyn for authentic Mexican food for lunch and authentic Cantonese food for dinner in Sunset Park. There, they spend the day traversing Chinese supermarkets and bootleg sneaker shops. Thor loves the harmonious divergent cultures of the area, separated by only a couple of avenues.

Later that night, they go to Bedford and Williamsburg, where Thor laughs at Loki because he fits right in with the hipsters with his long dark hair, tight jeans, and v-neck shirt. Not that Thor is complaining.

They buy Thor clothes from a thrift store populated with androgynous figures in flannel and Mohawks, because as broad as Steve is, Thor is even broader, and he couldn’t really wear much of what Steve had. Thor laughs when Loki tries on a pair of neon-green plastic frame glasses after much hedging, and immediately buys them for him. Loki glares and retaliates with a long, deep kiss in one of the dressing rooms that leaves Thor panting and aching. Then Loki is smirking and dancing away when Thor tries to grab him and pull him closer.

He puts the glasses on and wears them on the train ride home though. Thor doesn’t tease him for it, but it makes him inordinately happy.

Thor misses Brooklyn when Loki takes him to downtown Chelsea back on the island of Manhattan, but he immediately forgets his sorrow when they climb onto the Highline, a wonderful floating park that used to be an above-ground subway track. It’s a gorgeous oasis in late summer bloom and early fall colors. It overlooks the West Side and is surrounded by some of the most ridiculous and impossible buildings Thor has ever seen. He points to all the quirky architecture lining the park, telling Loki that’s the apartment – no wait, that one, nope, this one – hewould buy them. Loki laughs and grips his hand tighter.

They divide the day between the Highline and Chelsea Market where Thor exclaims excitedly about how wow, Loki, look, the Food Network is upstairs! and is nearly hysterical with glee when he sees the vintage Volkswagen van slash taco truck at the back of the tunnel-market. They buy groceries from the market with Loki promising that he would cook.

They decide to walk back to Stark Tower that night, a twenty-odd block walk, and bypass scores of closed galleries along the way. Thor pauses at the windows of the ones where he sees interesting work. He points out a white coke bottle next to a rocking chair, at which point he and Loki immediately get into a discussion on Dadaism, on how it’s redundant to make work that has no point when the point of it is to not have a point: something that Loki scoffs at, something that Thor simply does not get, and something that an entire block of galleries dedicated themselves to.

Not for the first time, Thor marvels at how well they just fit.

Thor spots a cool sticker on a standing pipe on one of the gallery blocks and meticulously peels it off so it wouldn’t rip. It’s a bright pink lightning bolt, because Thor has a thing for neon colors. Loki rolls his eyes but allows Thor to put it on his arm.

“I can buy you flowers instead,” Thor says.

“I’m not a girl,” Loki replies with a glare, but Thor smiles when he notices Loki smoothing down the edge of the sticker. He shifts their groceries into his other hand and drapes an arm around Loki’s shoulders to pull him close. They walk back to Stark Tower with Loki molded along Thor’s side.

By the time they are walking towards the elevator banks, Thor is thrumming with warmth and the vise around his chest is so tight, it’s painful. It’s only slightly assuaged when he presses Loki against the glass panel wall of the empty penthouse elevator and crushes their lips together.

The past week has been driving him crazy because the little kisses he and Loki have been sharing are far too chaste for his liking. Loki resolutely refuses to go beyond making out and falling asleep together with Peter just across the hall from them. Thor’s been living with a week of hellish blue balls. As much as he likes Steve and loves Peter, he’s really fucking glad the nurses are finally letting them spend the night at the hospital with Tony because Thor’s pretty sure his balls are going to fall off soon.

He immediately stops thinking when Loki’s tongue slips past the seam of his lips to press against his own. He sags against him on the wall so they’re pressed together from chest to toe. It’s still not close enough for Thor. Because if he could, he would crawl inside Loki and merge them into one entity, and that could not possibly be the thought of a healthy, sane person.

Thor sucks at Loki’s tongue and the moan that rumbles from the back of Loki’s throat almost undoes him. He drops the groceries (oops, were those eggs?) in order to wrap his hands around Loki’s hips. He pushes him further up against the wall until Loki has enough leverage to wrap his legs around his waist. Loki moans again when he feels Thor’s insistent erection press against his thigh, brings one hand up to wrap around Thor’s shoulders and the other to tangle in his hair. It brings them a little closer and it makes Thor feel slightly less crazy.

The elevator arrives at the penthouse far too fast, and far too slow for Thor’s liking. They’re still pressed together when it dings and they’re stumbling out. Thor remembers the groceries at the last second before the elevator doors close. Loki’s leg almost accidentally kicks a very expensive vase off a side table as Thor tries to walk them into the apartment together without halting the kiss.

He’s ready to throw Loki on the couch and probably would have if Loki didn’t pull away slightly to murmur against his jaw, “Room, now.” The rasp of his voice sends a shiver down Thor’s spine. He’s not one to disobey a direct command when given like that, especially not from Loki.

The groceries are dumped unceremoniously into a corner – Thor knows not where – and he carries Loki to what has become their room. He finally gets to bear Loki down on the bed and kiss him senseless with no intention of stopping and no interruptions.

He pulls away after a languid kiss and stares down at Loki, who’s looking up at him with blown pupils and swollen lips. Thor wonders how he got so lucky.

He trails his fingers along the hem of Loki’s shirt, asking permission, and Loki rolls his eyes and takes the shirt off himself. He tosses it aside and immediately gets to work on Thor’s shirt, pulling it off and throwing it aside too.

Thor rubs circles against Loki’s bared hips and grins when he shivers beneath him. He leans down to lick along the crest of his hipbone, dragging his stubble along the sensitive stretch of skin, and delights when Loki shivers again and tangles his fingers into his hair. The grip tightens painfully when Thor sucks along the line of his abdomen while his other hand ghosts across the neglected side. He fingers the buttons on Loki’s jeans and Loki raises himself up onto his elbows to glare at him with dark eyes.

“Stop being an asshole,” he tells Thor, pulling at his hair.

“So impatient,” Thor admonishes as he unbuttons his jeans and hooks his fingers into the waistband. He pulls the jeans off and holy fucking shit, Loki is not wearing underwear and Thor is seconds away from coming in his pants like a teenager. But he’s staring at Loki’s erection and his mouth is dry and he’s suddenly unsure of what to do. He’s never been intimate with another man before; what if he’s not good enough for Loki.

Loki’s gaze softens when he realizes the reason for Thor’s pause and gently pulls him up for a kiss, pressing their torsos flush. He flips them over until Loki is straddling Thor’s waist. He makes quick work of Thor’s pants and underwear and his eyes get impossibly darker as he holds Thor’s straining erection briefly before sliding his hands up to run along his chest.

“You’re ridiculous,” Loki tells him, trailing his fingers along Thor’s side and tracing along the planes of his muscles. “You’re like one of those fucking comic book characters that shouldn’t exist in real life.”

Thor’s chuckle is cut short when Loki lowers his head and bites down on a nipple. Thor bucks up against him; the sensation is strange but not at all unpleasant. He misses the contact when Loki moves down along his abdomen, pressing light kisses along the way.

“Holy shit!” He pushes up onto his elbows, his mouth cotton-dry as he watches the tip of Loki’s tongue flick against the head of his erection. Loki licks at the tip delicately before he suddenly swallows half of Thor down in one swift motion, causing Thor to buck up off the bed. He wants to thrust into the tight, wet heat, but he doesn’t want to hurt Loki so he forces himself still. He moans when Loki begins to suck at the head of his cock, his hand pumping the parts his mouth can’t reach. He does something with a twirl of his tongue and a twist of his fingers that nearly has Thor coming in two seconds flat. Right as Thor feels the familiar coil of heat tense in the pit of his belly, Loki stops and Thor nearly sobs at the loss.

 Loki crawls up along Thor’s body to kiss him. Thor takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth when Loki gasps as Thor takes hold of his erection. He tastes himself on Loki’s tongue, but he doesn’t care as he shifts them so Loki is in his lap. He pumps slowly at Loki’s cock, trying to think of what he likes for himself and attempting to emulate that.

Loki moans against his mouth and encourages him with, “Yeah, just like that. F-fuck – nghh, Thor,” and Thor loves the sound of his name as Loki breathes it against his ear. He wants his name to be the last name Loki would ever utter like this. He presses his cheek against Loki’s jaw and works his hand faster as his name tumbles from Loki’s tongue.

“N-no, wait, stop,” Loki says suddenly, and Thor feels like he’s coming out of a daze as he halts his hand. “I-I want –“ Loki breaks off as Thor latches onto his throat and proceeds to suck at a spot under his ear that leaves him breathless. He pushes at Thor again. “Fuck, st-stop.” He grabs the sides of Thor’s face to hold him still.

“You can have anything I have to give, Loki,” Thor tells him, feeling ripped open and entirely too honest. The pressure in his chest is threatening to suffocate him. “Anything,” he repeats.

Loki kisses him again. “I want you to fuck me,” he whispers against his lips.

Thor feels like he’s drowning. There’s not nearly enough air in the room because he’s struggling for breath that he can’t find. He shivers and nods feverishly. “Okay,” he mumbles. “Okay, okay. I – I – yes.“ He swallows hard. “I – I don’t – yes,” is all Thor can seem to say.

“It’s okay,” Loki shushes him. He gently pushes until Thor’s back hits the bed and reaches over him to dig through the nightstand next to the bed, returning with a handful of packets. He keeps two and tosses the rest to the side. He tears one of them open with his teeth and pours the contents onto his hand. Loki smears the clear liquid gel over his fingers before he rises onto his knees, and with eyes locked with Thor’s, he pushes a finger into himself.

It might possibly be the most erotic thing Thor has ever seen, watching Loki finger himself open above him. Loki’s eyes are boring into Thor’s. They’re nearly all pupil as he pushes down onto two of his own fingers. His back suddenly arches as his head tips back in a moan, and Thor surges up beneath him to press reverent lips against Loki’s neck.

Loki pulls his fingers out and grabs the packet again, this time, tipping the rest of the contents into Thor’s hand. He guides his hand to his entrance and gasps as Thor inserts two fingers at once. His fingers are blunter and bigger than Loki’s, and Loki squirms above him to adjust to the stretch. Thor moves his fingers a little, thrusting them, trying to find a spot that would feel good for Loki.

“More,” Loki gasps against his cheek and Thor obliges, adding a third finger. Loki rocks down on his fingers and Thor grits his teeth to refrain himself from immediately fucking Loki into the bed. Instead, he twists his fingers, and curls them until he finds a spot that has Loki writhing. “I – fuck – I’m fine,” Loki moans, “Come on, I can take it,” and Thor withdraws his fingers.

Loki grabs the second packet and rolls the condom onto Thor’s cock with a practiced deftness that has Thor seeing red for a few seconds. There’s a surge of irrational jealousy at the fact that Loki has ever been with anyone before him. He wants to fuck Loki so hard that he would never think of anyone else ever again. Whoever had come before him would cease to exist until it’s only Thor and Loki, Loki and Thor because Thor knows innately that there would never be anyone else for him ever again.

He growls and as soon as Loki finishes slicking more lube on top of the condom, he enters him in one swift thrust that has Loki gasping and breathless. Thor feels the hot clench of heat around his cock pulse in tandem with the grip around his chest and he’s overwhelmed with the sensation of it.

Thor squeezes his eyes shut as his cock slides past the taut rings of muscle, and Loki bears himself down above him, forcing the remaining inches in. It feels nothing like Thor knows, completely different from the soft wet heat of a woman. It is also infinitely better because it’s Loki and gods above, Thor wants this so bad. He wants everything of Loki, and to give everything in return until he can’t tell where Loki begins and where Thor ends.

Loki feels so hot and overwhelmingly tight around Thor that he nearly loses it after the first thrust. He thrusts up again as Loki spreads his thighs wider to give himself more leverage. Loki pushes down against his upward thrust, meeting him halfway. They find a steady rhythm after that. Every time Thor thrust up, Loki would come down to meet him, and Thor’s hands grip bruises into his hips as Loki rides him.

“Yeah, come on,” Loki leans down to moan against his ear. “Shit, right there, fuck, fuck, fuck. God, you’re fucking huge. Yes, fuck. God, yes, harder,” and Thor really cannot take it anymore; he might die. He silences Loki’s silver tongue with a kiss and a hard thrust. Loki whines against his mouth as he shoves himself down on Thor’s cock. Thor thinks he must be dead or dreaming because how can anything real be this good?

Thor comes embarrassingly fast. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes. He throws a hand over his face and groans, not wanting to budge when Loki tries to push it away.

“It’s okay,” Loki tells him again, sounding breathless. He finally manages to ease Thor’s hand off his face and down to where Loki’s cock is, and guides him to wrap around it. He thrusts into the circle of Thor’s grip, bringing himself off with minimal effort to Thor while still riding him. Thor feels overly sensitive and the barrage of sensation is too much to bear. He’s hard again and he’s never even realized he could get hard so fast after coming.

And then Loki is coming above him and Thor isn’t sure what he should pay attention to because Loki looks wrecked above him, his mouth open in a silent scream, pale green eyes gone dark staring straight down into his own. There’s also the feeling of his hand around Loki’s cock, now wet and slick with his come, and the clench around his dick that gets impossibly tighter as Loki arches back in his climax.

He’s beautiful. Thor wishes he can freeze this moment forever.

“I mean it, you know,” Thor tells him later, as they lie back together and Loki shifts so his head is resting just below Thor’s ribcage. His heart is thundering and he hopes that Loki doesn’t notice. “I’d buy you flowers, jewelry, books, anything. I’d braid your hair, too.” He gently trails his fingers along Loki’s jaw line, knowing he would understand what he means by that. His throat is closing and his voice feels thick but he continues. “Give you my name one day, if you’ll have it.”

Loki gives him a stricken look but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he climbs further up Thor’s chest to meet him in a searing kiss. Thor presses his thumb into the sticker curling slightly off Loki’s arm and thinks he’d rather have an answer, because that’s as honest as he can get at the moment but, okay, he can live with this too.