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Thinking about Thor helping Loki put the whole dress together:
Brain, finally sorting out subconscious: âAh, yes, itâs a metaphor for his willingness to be sexually vulnerable.â
At the exact same moment: âThe first time he wears the dress out, it is violently torn off him.â https://twitter.com/fivestillalive1/status/1260848975969746944
Brain, finally sorting out subconscious: âAh, yes, itâs a metaphor for his willingness to be sexually vulnerable.â
At the exact same moment: âThe first time he wears the dress out, it is violently torn off him.â https://twitter.com/fivestillalive1/status/1260848975969746944
Why, brain? 
We had perfectly good fluff going here.
But probably it was one of Odinâs powerful older generals, powerful enough to have no hesitation over showing his outrage at the behavior of a prince, even in the middle of the grand hall, with half the court watching...
Odin, watching from his throne, says nothing, and perhaps canât hide his smile of satisfaction as his troublemaking offspring runs from the hall in humiliation.
Thor has never felt so helpless. For all his strength, even he canât stand against the general, one of his fatherâs favorites, and he knows it.
Loki goes back to wearing armor and layers, all the time. The backs of his hands are covered, as is the back of his neck. He wonât talk about it, and gets vicious if Thor tries to push the issue. Thor pushes anyway, and things come to blows, but Loki still wonât talk.
In Asgardâs court, any warrior must answer the challenge of any other, or risk loss of status. Thor begins studying the generalâs fighting style.
He doesnât come to sparring matches very often - a warrior of his status doesnât have to. But Thor makes no secret of his attention, and soon the general is coming often, in open mockery of Thorâs unspoken challenge. And it isnât long before Thor makes his challenge a spoken one.
He doesnât say why. He doesnât have to. The gossip of what he did to Loki spread quickly, and was still fresh in everyoneâs minds. The general even leers at Loki, in all his layered armor, when he accepts Thorâs challenge.
On the day of the challenge, Thor gets a surprise. Word of the fight spread, and a crowd has gathered to watch Thor fight for his strange, controversial brother. Thor, warming up in the arena, hears the excited murmurs, and looks up to see.
Loki has come in a dress.
Loki has come in a dress.
Itâs not the light, comfortable thing he wore before. No. This dress is a threat. A challenge. Tight lacing shows his pretty but unfeminine waist, and a low neckline shows the cleavage he doesnât have.
He strides, purposeful and direct, skirts lifted, to the general.
He strides, purposeful and direct, skirts lifted, to the general.
The general laughs. âWell well. Arenât you bold, when your big brother is going to do your fighting for you!â
Loki looks unimpressed. âYouâre going to die.â
The general gufaws again, and in a moment his hand shoots out to Lokiâs neckline, as if to tear it off him again.
Loki looks unimpressed. âYouâre going to die.â
The general gufaws again, and in a moment his hand shoots out to Lokiâs neckline, as if to tear it off him again.
âDo not touch me!â Loki doesnât shout, but his words snap out so absolute, so imperious, that the generalâs hand freezes.
They glare at each other a moment, the generalâs eyes furious that he obeyed such a command. Then his hand shot out again.
They glare at each other a moment, the generalâs eyes furious that he obeyed such a command. Then his hand shot out again.
Loki didnât flinch, as the generalâs hand tugged but couldnât rip, apparently finding fabric tougher than heâd expected.
The general snarled. âIâll tear it off you if I have to-â Then, suddenly, he seemed to lose his breath.
The general snarled. âIâll tear it off you if I have to-â Then, suddenly, he seemed to lose his breath.
He seemed to try to cough, soundless. The crowd started to back away, volume of confusion and fear rising. Thor watched as the general spasmed, trying to cough again and again, and slowly went to his knees. His hands clawed at Loki, dragged against his undamaged dress.
Until they didnât.
Until his body was still and unmistakably dead on the ground.
A quiet fell, everyone shocked. Thor stood in the arena, useless and stunned.
Loki looked down at the body.
âAs I said.â he said, calmly. He turned, and strode away.
Until his body was still and unmistakably dead on the ground.
A quiet fell, everyone shocked. Thor stood in the arena, useless and stunned.
Loki looked down at the body.
âAs I said.â he said, calmly. He turned, and strode away.
Right at the entrance, right before leaving, he paused, and turned his head. Thor couldnât tell if he looked at Father. But he certainly turned his head in the direction of him, in his royal box.
âIâll wear what I want.â
âIâll wear what I want.â
END
Okay, I wrote this, but really Iâm still marinating in the zen of Thor delicately shifting the position of fabric against Lokiâs spine. Unf.
