Proper utilisation
Before I begin on a sequel to “Wait until the time is right on time” (damn, it’s such a long title), I had to write something totally pwp (plot what plot?) smut with no value whatsoever. Suike gave me a lot of taglines she would like to see in a story, and one was so awesome that this happened.
Warnings: nsfw, pwp, Thor x Loki (MM, BL), non-con, possible OOC
Summary: Thor may not have a lot of imagination when it comes to creation, but he had always been deft with his hammer. And sometimes you just have to give your younger brother a proper lesson.
No beta (any volunteers?), so I apologise for all the mistakes and typos. Perfect soundtrack: NIN Closer (oh Trent you). And because of Suike: OneRepublic All the right moves.
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They were at it for hours. Loki usually refused to spar with Thor, but today was different. He was cross with his older brother for one reason or another and welcomed the invitation. In the beginning Thor had some problems keeping up with his brother’s magic, but after some time he got used to it. Now the odds were on his side, and he was dictating the pace of the fight. Both of them were clearly exhausted, and the younger brother, who was more of a stay-inside-read-a-book type of person, was obviously more tired.
Reaching his limit Loki was getting desperate, deciding to use the latest trick he had learned from his magic books. With a subtle hand movement his figure quavered, then expanded, producing false images of him.
One, two, three, four, five, six… Thor counted. Initially confused he watched the dark haired clones of his brother smiling victoriously at him, ready to strike. However, due to low stamina and not enough practice, the clones were not as solid as they were supposed to be. The taller man had no trouble figuring out which one was the real one.
He threw his hammer in the air – it hit its target. Loki fell on the ground, the clones disappeared and Thor had won.
Loki was on the ground breathing heavily, angry and defeated. His older brother approached him with a stretched out hand and said,
“It was a good fight brother.” The dark haired man slapped the out stretched hand and stared at the other, frustrated.
“If I had practised it, it would not have been so easy for you.”
I HATE YOU
