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thecrownedprincethor:

ahawkinthevents:

His breath caught in his throat. That…was almost worse. “How many?”

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     ”Do not ask what you are not prepared to learn.”

How many?”

thecrownedprincethor:

ahawkinthevents:

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He had to steady his voice for a moment before he could respond, eyes tracing the features of the man he’d thought he’d known so well. “Better a short life with someone I love, than an eternity with nothing but meaningless fucks.”

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     ”Is that what you think they are? Promiscuity? Do you believe me incapable of loving more than one person? Perhaps, in my youth, I had had ‘meaningless fucks’, but I am older and wiser, and my heart does not just belong to you.”

His breath caught in his throat. That…was almost worse. “How many?”

thecrownedprincethor:

ahawkinthevents:

"It wasn’t a challenge, actually. It was easy. Because I thought I had someone doing the same for me. Someone who loved me as much as I did him.” He took another step back. “I guess I was wrong.”

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     ”It never ceases to fascinate me how caught up on monogamy Midgardians seem to be. Your lives are but flashes in a pan, does it truly matter to be with just one person for all of it?”

He had to steady his voice for a moment before he could respond, eyes tracing the features of the man he’d thought he’d known so well. “Better a short life with someone I love, than an eternity with nothing but meaningless fucks.”

thecrownedprincethor:

ahawkinthevents:

"So that’s a yes, then?" His jaw clenched. "Would’ve been nice to know. Sucks that I’m the only one bein’ faithful in this relationship."

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     ”Have you been? That’s quite the challenge to impose on oneself.”

"It wasn’t a challenge, actually. It was easy. Because I thought I had someone doing the same for me. Someone who loved me as much as I did him.” He took another step back. “I guess I was wrong.”

lokiofjotunheimm:

Loki loses focus when he grinds back, she can feel the heat of him there and its sweetly satisfying. Her head falls back against the stacks, the mass of curls falling aside to expose herself to him more. Her back arches prettily to offer her chest, wanting to see how patient he’d be with her taunts.

"Clint.." she moans his name as he finds her sensitive collar. Her long fingers cup the back.of his.head, keeping him there until she was sure there was a.mark.

The way she says his name drives him crazy. He groaned against her skin, nipping gently at the mark he left behind. He brushed his nose against it, moving his kisses back up to claim her mouth.

And that was the explosion came.

There was a slam as the door rebounded off the wall, and there was a storm of Russian curses on the air. Clint pulled back from Loki, dropping her back to her feet as if her touched had burned him.

thecrownedprincethor:

ahawkinthevents:

That laugh wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

Not. One. Bit.

"That wasn’t an answer," he replied, jaw set. "Answer me, Thor."

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"If you are expecting a kind answer, you will not find one."

"So that’s a yes, then?" His jaw clenched. "Would’ve been nice to know. Sucks that I’m the only one bein’ faithful in this relationship."

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lokiofjotunheimm:

lokiofjotunheimm:

She stiffness briefly, melting into him seconds later. The book drops from her hand, freeing it to cup his jaw. She presses into his chest, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Her body felt electric, warm from head to toe with arousal and she doubted she could hold out if…

The feeling of the shelves advantaged back tore a moan from her, another of shock when.she is lifted. Her lean legs wrap like an iron cage around his waist, the action hiking her skirts up and revealing creamy, white skin.

Her fingers are light through his hair, using simple strength to tilt his head so her lips could have that damned muscular neck. Lokis teeth drag over his tanned skin, Her hips rolling to gain a small bit of friction to help her focus.

To keep from begging to be had right now.

He groans as she moves her mouth along his throat, his hips rocking back against hers to join in that sweet, sweet friction. He turns his head to press his lips to the bare skin of her arm, kissing and nipping along the creamy paleness up to her shoulder and along that breathtaking collarbone that is just begging to be licked.

So he gives in and does it, tracing his tongue along the soft line.

thecrownedprincethor:

ahawkinthevents:

"Maybe you’ve just been lettin’ too many Asgardian boys hang off you. Is that it?"

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He dropped to his feet, taking a step back to cross his arms over his chest.

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He says nothing at first, simply laughs away the accusation. 

That laugh wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

Not. One. Bit.

"That wasn’t an answer," he replied, jaw set. "Answer me, Thor."

thecrownedprincethor:

ahawkinthevents:

Clint scoffed, punching him in the chest with one hand while the other stayed curled into his lover’s clothes. “That’s what you’re thinking about when I’m kissing you? Ass!

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"Well… your entire body was hanging off me, it was easy to become distracted by the fact that you feel… smaller."

"Maybe you’ve just been lettin’ too many Asgardian boys hang off you. Is that it?"

He dropped to his feet, taking a step back to cross his arms over his chest.

lokiofjotunheimm:

She stiffness briefly, melting into him seconds later. The book drops from her hand, freeing it to cup his jaw. She presses into his chest, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Her body felt electric, warm from head to toe with arousal and she doubted she could hold out if he made another move.

A low moan leaves her when she realizes what she had attained. Lokis tongue swiped his lower lip, politely begging for more.

That first touch of her tongue against his lip was all it took for him to lose his last few inhibitions. Both hands cupped her face as he turned their bodies, pressing her back against the bookshelf. His lips parted, tongue tangling with hers.

Clint’s hands slid from her face and down to her sides, then around to cup her ass, lifting her up so that he could pin her to the shelves with nothing but his own strength. He kissed her hard and deep, as if his life depended on every breath he could steal from her lungs.

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