Thor looked at himself in the floor length mirror of his bedroom. He wore one of his favorite outfits. One from his secret stash he his deep in the back of his attic. One not even his boyfriend knew about, or would ever know about. The bright color contrasted wonderfully against his tanned skin, and he ran his hand over the silk and lace dress. It was tight over his body, and the deep cut at the neck showed off his specs like cleavage. Adorned with bows and even a pretty necklace, white stockings and even heels he had bought online, the muscular giant of a man felt wonderfully feminine. Thor had even gone all out with a full face of makeup, applied with an almost expert precision after so long of practicing and tutorials. On a typical day, Thor Odinson was the epitome of a man's man. He was big, made even more so by bulging muscle. His short cropped hair, full beard, and deep voice only added to the image, and his boyfriend loved it. Which is why Loki would never know this...