Day 1 - Vampire (Thorki, NSFW)
Loki spotted the man not long after the sun had dipped below the horizon, coaxing a few wayward sheep over a rocky fell and back towards a humble cabin and barn. Loki was still groggy from his daytime sleep, but he rubbed at his eyes and crept closer, silent as a shadow. The man’s hair seemed to glow gold even in the blue tones of twilight, and he was big: tall and thick muscled. Perfect, Loki would be able to drink deep from him without causing permanent harm.
When the man was within easy speaking distance, Loki said, “Excuse me, sir? Please don’t be startled, but it seems I am lost and in need of assistance.” He kept his voice pitched as innocent as one of the man’s fluffy lambs.
The man did startle as expected, his powerful shoulders bunching tight, but he relaxed after a quick scan of Loki showed no weapons; he knew well enough to hold his hands out to his sides.
“We’re a long way from the nearest village, a day’s ride. How come you so far out this way, and alone?” The man asked.
Loki took a deliberate step forward, tucking a strand of his windswept hair behind his ear and out of his face. “I was riding when a snake startled my horse, and the beast threw me. I could not catch her, but when I tried to head back toward the village…I suppose I went the wrong way.”
The man looked Loki over again, squinting to make out his condition in the failing light. “Are you injured?”
Loki took another step forward, and another. The man held his ground, fearless, and why should he not be? Loki might have been near his height, but was slender and couldn’t have possibly overwhelmed someone so large, if Loki was what he appeared to be. Which, of course, he was not. Loki took one more step, now boldly entering the man's personal space, and the man’s brow furrowed. His eyes were a lovely, brilliant blue to Loki’s preternatural vision.
“Perhaps you would sit with me for a moment,” Loki said, holding the man’s gaze steady and pitching his voice into his most hypnotic purr.
The man’s eyes dilated and he went stalk still. Loki stepped up, chest to chest, and he didn’t even twitch. Loki looked into his eyes a moment longer just to be sure the hypnosis would hold, stilling the man’s mind and repressing the forming of memories, then took the man’s warm, calloused hand in his smooth, cold one. Loki was tired and parched, overdo for a feeding, and the blood veritably sang through the man’s skin.
“Come, sit,” Loki said as he tugged him toward a low stone wall.
The man obliged, stumbling a bit on the uneven ground, but never taking his widened eyes off Loki’s face. He sank to a seat on the wall, staring up at Loki in vague adoration. Loki cupped the man’s face in his opposite palm and smiled down at him, nudging his knees aside to step between them.
“What is your name, love?”
“Thor.”
“Well, Thor, I’m going to take some of your blood, but not too much! I won’t hurt you. And I would like it very much if you touch me while I do so.”
The man, Thor, nodded like an automaton. Loki unbuttoned the front of his breeches one handed, pulled his cock free, and guided Thor's hand he still held in the other to grasp his length. Thor’s head tipped down, staring.
“Ah! No, no, no, look at me? There, that’s better.” Loki took Thor’s chin in his fingers and tilted him back up to look Loki in the eyes once more; the movement had left Loki concerned the hypnosis had broken, but Thor’s eyes were as fixed on him as ever.
Reassured of his transfixed state, Loki coaxed Thor into stroking him to full hardness, spitting blood-tinged saliva onto his cock to ease the way.
“Let me have your neck now, love,” Loki murmured between roughened breaths, feeling his hunger swell in tandem with his lust, his lust already stoked by his hunger, ever a feedback loop. It was always best to slack them simultaneously.
Loki tipped Thor’s head aside by his chin, pleased that the sun-kissed skin of his neck was exposed by the rough shirt he wore, his stock pulled loose to hang low in the heat. Nothing was between him and that warm rush of vitality now. He nuzzled in, the coarse hairs of Thor's beard tickling his cheek, bared his fangs, and broke the flesh. Thor jolted at the moment Loki’s teeth took him, and Loki tensed, once more in doubt his hypnosis held, but just as quickly Thor went pliable in his hands, and Loki was able to think on it no more as iron and salt filled his mouth.
Sweet, Thor’s blood was so sweet with the raw strength of him, and if anything, his grip on Loki’s cock had tightened once Loki began to feed. Loki moaned into his neck, body alight with the flavor of Thor’s blood and the firm, regular drag of his hand, twisting just a bit over the sensitive head of Loki’s cock each stroke. Thor’s head tipped further to the side, making more room, and he was whimpering, or was that Loki who whimpered? His mind was too fuzzy with the feeding frenzy, and with his swelling arousal, to know for certain.
Loki took one last long draught from Thor before he pulled back and came with a strangled cry, forehead pressing against the puncher marks and smearing blood onto both their skin. Thor stroked him through it, until he had spent all he could, and then released his softening cock. Loki lifted his head up from Thor’s shoulder enough to lap at the twin wounds until the blood ceased to flow, then straightened, wiping the smear from his forehead as he did so.
He froze.
Thor was not looking straight ahead with vague, hypnotized eyes, but down at the pink, blood tinged semen on his fingers. Loki should have used his preternatural voice to call Thor back to hypnosis, to look into his eyes once more and make him forget. Or perhaps just run. Instead he watched, transfixed himself, as Thor brought his sticky hand up to his mouth and stuck the tip of his tongue out to taste it.
He seemed to contemplate the compound flavor of it a moment before looking up at Loki. “Thank you for being true to your word and not taking too much, although I am a bit dizzy.”
Loki’s mind had gone completely, maddingly blank. He tried to speak, but his voice stuttered out. Had Thor been in possession of his faculties the entire time?
Thor smiled at him. The crazy bastard smiled at him.
“May I know your name as well?” He asked.
“Loki.” It came out as little more than a whisper on the wind.
“I must get my sheep to safety, Loki, but after would you like to retire to my cabin with me for the night? I can’t say I have any more blood to share, but my bed…that is another matter.”
Loki gaped at him like a fish. Never, never in his two hundred seventy-three and a half years…
Thor tried to stand and swayed on his feet. Loki grabbed him by the shoulders to steady him, then spared one to tuck himself back into his breeches and button them closed, hating how ridiculous he felt. Then he started to laugh, and laughed some more, until his sides ached and bloody tears pricked the corners of his eyes. Thor watched him, brows twisted in amusement.
Loki heaved out a sigh. “At very least I suppose I can help you walk back so you don’t end up on your face in the dirt. You’ve been very generous with me, after all.”
He fished around in his pockets for a handkerchief and offered it to Thor to clean his hand with. Blood rushed in his ears, from the fresh meal, the promise of Thor’s warm body, or from the startling turn of events, it was hard to say; likely a bit of each. Once Thor’s hand was clean, he tucked the mortal’s arm through his own, drawing him close for maximum support, and they headed down the hill towards the cabin. Thor called to the sheep and they followed behind, nervous in the near dark.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re extraordinarily beautiful?” Thor asked.
“Oh…once or twice. My kind has that effect on mortals, you know, you really ought to be more careful.”