[ Loki would name his summer-king a fool and worse, if he knew the meandering paths of thought newly traversed. They were made to be kings, and gods, but is it not the right of the divine to forge their own causeways, and to build their own cities of bone and gemstones and ash?
Oh, he will name himself a consort in the service of the summer-king's realms, but never will Loki rise from the shadows with only joy and succor upon his heart. The mortals will suffer for their part in this parody of love, until they too learn to fear the winter as well as they love the summer.
Thor has wrought for them a humble palace of solace and sweetness, indeed, for all its worth; yet Loki falls back against the furs and blinks away the ice of his tears without tearing himself away from the creature of hatred and loneliness that he has become. If Thor would love him, he cannot turn away from the past that has changed them both.
So Loki spreads his legs and tilts his face up for a kiss; so he smiles with terror and grief and malice braided into the fabric of his heart. ]
Enough. [ he whispers, drawing Thor to him with the strength of his arms and the vice of his spread thighs. ] I have waited long enough. Come.
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Oh, he will name himself a consort in the service of the summer-king's realms, but never will Loki rise from the shadows with only joy and succor upon his heart. The mortals will suffer for their part in this parody of love, until they too learn to fear the winter as well as they love the summer.
Thor has wrought for them a humble palace of solace and sweetness, indeed, for all its worth; yet Loki falls back against the furs and blinks away the ice of his tears without tearing himself away from the creature of hatred and loneliness that he has become. If Thor would love him, he cannot turn away from the past that has changed them both.
So Loki spreads his legs and tilts his face up for a kiss; so he smiles with terror and grief and malice braided into the fabric of his heart. ]
Enough. [ he whispers, drawing Thor to him with the strength of his arms and the vice of his spread thighs. ] I have waited long enough. Come.