Thor And Loki Double Trouble Novels & Stories

The only thing more tempting to Thor than sex is a really good battlefield massacre. He makes an unhappy noise in his chest, clearly torn. His brothers are laughing at his struggle. I decide to help him out. I lean up and kiss him. “We stay, listen to the angels, and then I teleport us to bed and suck your soul out through your cock. Deal?” He sits. “Okay.” “She’s got your number, brother,” Loki snorts. “Careful, or she’ll have you pussy-whipped.” “She already does,” Thor says proudly, nuzzling my ear.

(dashed for Anya) :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-* LOKI: I have dragged this on for long. I am ending it now. LOGAN: The earlier the better bozo...I'm saving my strength for hook-ups too. LOKI: Let's see how you crack jokes in hell. Twin sword (a pair of sword appeared in both hands) LOGAN: Uh-uh that's a blade man. Shit is getting real

He growled in fury as he swayed his body and lifted high in the air, catching a hawk that tried to poke his eyes. Thorin swung his claws to the hawk, sending waves of deep wounds to its face and piercing his eye with his claws. The hawk squeaked in excruciating pain. However, Thorin and I weren't able to prepare yet when the eagle and werebears lunged together, pulling me down to the ground. The wound on my back was healing, but these werebears held me tightly while the eagle tried to attack my eyes. I gathered all my strength to fight them, and when I was about to bite the bear's neck, a spark of lightning sent them all floating in the air.

They rushed her into emergency care, too. After hours of resuscitation, George clung to life, but he was left partially paralyzed and unable to speak. The diagnosis was throat cancer. Tristan, after dropping them off, had vanished. I sat by George's bedside, cutting a fruit. He struggled to lift his one functional hand and pushed a decades-worn locket toward me, babbling incoherently. "Dad… do you want me to have this?" I asked. He nodded, a guttural sound of agreement escaping his throat. I took the locket; its cool weight and fine craftsmanship spoke of generations.

Timber flew into the air around us and everything was instantly drenched from the storm. I turned towards the fire, swiping blindly with the machete in my left hand, water coursing off my hair and into my eyes, making it hard to see. Loki cursed and moved backwards, the tip of the machete catching the front of his shirt and rending a cut in it, nicking the skin. He screamed a battle cry and was scrambling to his feet when I swung the second machete in my right hand, my more dominate hand. Because of the rain I misjudged again. Instead of decapitating him, I just cut his throat.

She asked him again, Isaac was starting at them seriously, but didn't understand what they were talking about, Thoraas tilted his head away hesitatingly, her heart was drowning as the splash of it landed on her eyes filling them with tears ready to flow down, Thoraas finally broke the silence, " When my half-brother caught me, I was able to run away from him, but he took Loki away, his luna was interested in it, and she took it from him. I don't know if it is fine or....!" A sudden deadly hiss escaped her mouth, she sat suddenly,

I sobbed again and again. “The doctor was here. Stopped crying Vivienne.” Thore sighed and pulled me away from the bed. He guided me to the couch where the twins were seated. “Yeah. Surely Travis didn’t mean to kill you or something.” Loki shrugged. “How did you know?” “Just because.” “Just because?” Thore sighed. “We made him confess before breaking his limbs.” “You break his limbs?” “Well, how could we not when he said he wants to take advantage of you while you were sleeping? Actually, he planned to drug us all so he can do anything to you.”

Lolo was lying on my lap, looking around innocently with wide, curious eyes. “No.” I lowered my head and clenched my teeth. “Those Aesir gods are really despicable. So many of them ganged up on him and still struck so viciously. I heard they didn’t just wound Loki—his dragon nearly died too…” At this point, Lolo suddenly turned his head toward me, his small four wings pressed tightly against my chest. “Goo… goo…” “Thor was among those people, right?” I paused slightly and replied, “Yes.”

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.