Jeff can overthink anything, given a chance, and his firstborn's childhood give him lots of chances.

There was a sharp and bitter edge crept into the words, a reminder that not all was well: that Thor still had a brother, but not a friend.

The Jotun have only one gender; Thor likes how Loki is no exception.

o in Thrymskivida from norse myth, the frost giant Thrym gains possession of Mjolnir and demands Freyja in return (then cross-dressing and hilarity ensues, but I digress...). I want a fic where Thrym demands Loki as a consort. Odin's like "Pppffff, your funeral, man' and poor Loki gets bundled off to Jotunheim. I'd love some cultural relativism here - Thrym expects Loki to be very grateful that he 'saved' him from the Asgardians (because the Jotuns think of them as Those Warmongering Brutes and their own realm as the centre of all culture and learning).

Jason moves his limp cock out of the way before spreading his lips wide with two fingers. His hole flutters, and off-white come drips down his perineum. "Whoops," he deadpans. "Looks like I've been naughty, Daddy." Bruce hums. He rolls back his sleeves before stepping forward. "Who did this to you, baby?" Jason's grin is positively feral when he answers: "Dick."

Kon is in desperate need of a bit of relaxation. Maybe his method of choice is a little unconventional, but hey, getting fucked until even his Kryptonian biology is exhausted is a harmless way to get there.

“Oh, come on. You know I’m half-Kryptonian. I can hear your heartbeat. I could smell you getting wet like a slut and making a mess of your boxers when you saw Tim’s cock.” “Watch your mouth, Lex-brat,” Jason growls dangerously. “I'm pretty sure I'm not the slut here.” Kon gives him the finger. “Come sit on my face and watch it yourself, coward.”