The Crown of His Hands (слэш)

"A pool of dread had sunk into Loki’s stomach when he thought about this arrangement. To be sold off as a trophy for some aesir just because he was a runt. But at the sight of his future husband it was banished. Thor was beautiful and savage the way all aesir were. Pink skin and red blood, running so warm that his breath formed plumes of fog in the air like a hot spring."