1OO lifetimes — O3. vampire

shineonloki:

1973

“Is it almost ready?”

Loki threw his head back and laughed, too dramatic to be sincere. He sat the wooden spoon to the side, the end covered in a thick, red sauce. Strong arms snaked around his waist, a cold nose nudging into the crook of his neck. He couldn’t help but lean back into the comforting weight behind him. It felt like home.

“What does it matter to you?”

Thor didn’t eat— not food, at least, as Loki knew it. His appetites were much darker, ravenous. He could already feel his pulse quicken, his heart working faster in anticipation for Thor’s true meal. Thor could feel it too, it was evident by the small growl he let out as he pressed kisses into the long line of Loki’s neck.

“Because,” Thor said lightly, punctuating himself with a tiny nip to the sensitive flesh of his throat. It had Loki arching back, a whine falling from his lips, breathless.“The sooner you eat, the sooner I can.”

Loki suddenly didn’t care much about the pasta boiling over on the stove. Thor’s meals always promised to be euphoric, no matter if he had to wear that stupid ascot for a week after.

He clicked off the gas stove and turned into the embrace. There was something otherworldly twinkling in Thor’s blue eyes—he didn’t need to glamor, Loki was his. 

Loki was always his.

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