In the corner,” Loki said, standing up and stretching his arms above his head, his body one long, graceful curve. Thor spots the bin and chucks the condom in, pulls up his briefs and jeans then leans down to collect his t-shirt. Now that the sex-high was wearing off, he was unsure of what Loki wanted from him – was this a one-time thing? Would Thor be reduced to a lovestruck fool haunting the club for a glimpse of Loki’s pale skin