This is the first fic I've posted in a long time, and it's my first-ever Thorki fic, so be gentle...I'm a smol bean. I've been craving Thorki smut, so this fic is the result of three days of writing, re-writing, and panty changes. Our story begins with the deleted "give us a kiss" scene from the first Thor movie...
Give Us a Kiss
Loki stood anxiously in one of the many gilded hallways inside the palace of Asgard, clothed in his full regalia, horned helmet and all. Today was the much-anticipated day when his brother, Thor, would be officially named the heir to the throne of Asgard by their father. Of course Loki was happy for his brother, but he also knew that he was not ready for such a responsibility. He was too reckless, too headstrong: qualities that rarely suited a place upon the throne.
The young prince was shaken from his thoughts by the sound of glass shattering a short distance away and his brother shouting, "Another!" Hearing Thor's footsteps fast approaching, he pushed his fears aside and stepped out from behind the thin tapestry concealing him. Thor stopped in the middle of the hallway that would lead them to the throne room, waiting. Waiting for what? Loki wondered. For another glass of wine? For Loki to tell him that he was making a mistake and should reconsider accepting the throne so soon? Probably not the latter, he thought as he silently joined Thor, also fully clad in armor, save for his helmet.
"Nervous, brother?" he finally asked.
A grin spread across Thor's face as he laughed and said, "Have you ever known me to be nervous?"
"Well, there was that time in Nornheim..."
"That was not nerves, brother, that was the rage of battle,"
"Ah, I see," Loki decided to humor his brother on his big day.
"How else could I have fought my way through a hundred warriors and pulled us out alive?" Thor asked, clearly not buying it.
"As I recall, I was the one who veiled us in smoke to ease our escape,"
Thor laughed again. "Yes, some do battle, others just do tricks."
At that moment, a servant arrived, carrying a fresh goblet of wine resting upon a tray and offered it to Thor. When the headstrong prince did not take it right away, Loki decided to show off one of his so-called tricks. With a flick of his hand, he transformed the wine into two black, writhing snakes, which quickly slithered out of the goblet. The servant cried out in shock and dropped the goblet and tray. Both landed on the floor with a clatter.
"Loki!" Thor scolded, "Now that was just a waste of good wine."
"Oh, just a bit of fun. Right, my friend?" Loki grinned and nodded to the servant, who nervously looked between him and the snakes slithering in circles on the floor. Deciding the poor servant had had enough of a scare for the day, he make the snakes disappear with a smooth wave of his hand.
Shaking, the servant quickly gathered up the tray and goblet and left. Just as he disappeared from sight, a guard arrived with Thor's highly polished helmet in hand. He took it and gave the guard a polite, dismissive nod.
"Ooh, nice feathers," said Loki teasingly.
"You don't really want to start this again, do you, cow?" Thor nodded to the horns adorning Loki's own helmet.
"I was being sincere," Loki said with an air of fake indignation.
"You are incapable of sincerity." said Thor.
"Am I?"
"Yes."
Always one who loved proving his older brother wrong, Loki took on a serious tone. "I've looked forward to this day as long as you have. You're my brother and my friend, and sometimes I'm envious...but never doubt that I love you."
Thor seemed to believe him; he smiled and placed a familiar hand at the base of Loki's neck. "Thank you," he said.
Loki grinned. "Now give us a kiss," he said jokingly.
Thor's grin widened for a split second, then slowly faded away and was replaced by a look that Loki could not quite place. His brother held his gaze much longer than usual, as though searching for something, but all the while keeping his hand resting on Loki's neck. Finally, he stepped forward, closing the gap between them, and before Loki knew what was happening, Thor's lips were on his, caressing gently, almost lovingly. The suddenness of Thor's movement caused Loki to freeze, but the feeling of those warm lips pressed against his own, the closeness of their bodies, brought down his walls for a moment. Almost involuntarily, he found himself kissing Thor back. His eyes fluttered shut. His hands were headed for his brother's armor-covered biceps when the reality of what they were doing suddenly hit him like a charging Bilgesnipe.
His eyes snapped open. He fumbled to push away. "Mphf, Thor!" He panted and stepped back, trying to put some sort of distance between them.
Thor knew immediately he had done something wrong. "Loki, I'm – I'm sorry, I didn't mean –" He reached for Loki to calm him down, but his brother took another step away.
"No. No, we can't..." Loki turned and hurried down the hallway, out of sight. He didn't wait for Thor to offer an explanation. He couldn't risk his true feelings coming to the surface. Loki had known for most of his life that his desires lay with men, but the one man he desired the most was his own brother. Even in a liberal Realm like Asgard, where marriage to one's own gender was allowed and even celebrated, lusting after his own brother was still forbidden. He kept this secret closely guarded from everyone for fear of being shunned or even banished from Asgard.
He did not blame Thor for kissing him; it was only a joke, after all. Or was it? Of course it was, you idiot! He cursed himself for even thinking otherwise. No, he blamed himself for almost reacting to the kiss and giving away his secret. His heart pounded and his throat felt tight at the thought of how close he had come. Oh, gods, what if he finds out? Loki shuddered thinking of what Thor could do to him with his bare hands, much less with Mjolnir. But Thor was his brother; he loved him, he would never really hurt him, would he? Loki's mind buzzed with questions and confusion as he rounded a corner and nearly ran into his mother, Frigga.
"Oh, Loki-dear, I've been looking for you. It's time to take our places in the throne room. Are you alright, dear – you seem pale?" Frigga reached up and touched her son's cheek, as though checking him for a fever.
"I'm – I'm fine, just a bit of nerves," Loki quickly lied, hoping it was convincing enough.
It seemed to be because Frigga's smile returned and she said, "Everything will be fine. Come now, or they'll start the ceremony without us." Loki followed her to the throne room, which was filled with hundreds of people and buzzing with conversation. He and his mother took their places on the steps leading up to the throne, where Odin sat in his full armor, wielding his golden scepter in one hand.
Loki took a deep breath to steady himself as Thor entered the room from the opposite end, brandishing his beloved Mjolnir. His brother had obviously forgotten their encounter because he was beaming as he strutted down the aisle leading to the throne, raising Mjolnir above his head triumphantly. How could he forget so easily? Loki thought.
The ceremony went perfectly, and when Thor was officially named the heir to the throne of Asgard, the crowds cheered louder than ever, which seemed to stoke his ego even more. During the reception that followed, Loki tried to keep to himself, but carried on a polite conversation with whomever saw fit to speak with him. His stomach was far too agitated to eat anything, and he knew better than to drink wine on an empty stomach. He gazed at Thor across the room with a mixture of longing, depression, and anger; he longed to feel those lips upon his again, but could not fathom how Thor seemed to have moved on from what happened so soon and to be drinking and exchanging grand battle stories with their friends, while Loki tore himself up inside.
When Loki had remained present at the reception for a respectful amount of time, he politely excused himself to his bed chamber.
The reception carried on well into the night, thanks to a small group of determined revelers, one of whom was Thor. But even mighty warriors must turn in at some point, as his mother had reminded him on numerous occasions. Finally bidding his friends farewell, Thor found his way to his room and changed out of his clunky armor and into something far more comfortable: a red silken robe and loose black pants. Although he had had his fair share to drink that evening, he had not forgotten the events of earlier that day. He knew he had upset Loki, and he was determined to make things right. Having lost track of his brother during the reception, he knew Loki had more than likely turned in early, as he was wont to do when their parties ran longer than expected.
When he didn't find Loki in his room, Thor decided to search the gardens and the library; he knew all of Loki's hiding spots, but he failed to find him in any of those, either. Perhaps his brother had gone for a walk to clear his mind in the night air. If that was the case, there was no telling when he would be back or which of his many routes he had taken. Giving up his search, Thor headed back to his room, but stopped abruptly when he saw a light on under the back door to the kitchen. That was the only place in the palace that he hadn't looked.
Turning the knob and pushing the heavy door slowly open, he found Loki sitting at the table flanked by benches, an open bottle of wine on the table and a half-empty glass in his hand. The room was dimly lit by flickering candles placed in various places around the room. Loki had also changed out of his armor and was wearing a green silken robe and black pants.
"Loki? What are you doing down here at this hour?" asked Thor.
"I couldn't sleep," Loki answered without looking up from his glass.
Thor crossed the room and seated himself a comfortable distance from his brother as he took a long sip of the dark red liquid. For a moment, neither of them said anything. The silence between them was uncharacteristically tense.
"You've seemed distant since our...conversation earlier," Thor began, resting his elbows on the table. "I know I stepped over a line, and I wanted to apologize. I never meant to make you uncomfortable."
"That's not what's bothering me," Loki still avoided eye-contact with his brother.
"Then what?"
"I can't tell you."
"Loki, we're brothers – you can tell me anything." Thor inched a little closer to him.
"Not this." Loki drained over half of the wine from his glass in a single gulp.
Thor creased his brow with worry; what could his little brother be hiding from him that seemed to be causing him so much heartache? He thought back to Loki's reaction to the kiss. How he seemed to enjoy it at first, but pulled away so abruptly. How distressed he had seemed afterward. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Loki...I think I know what's troubling you."
"How could you possibly know?" Loki said dismissively, swirling the remainder of his wine around the inside the glass.
"I know because I've heard you...in your room at night...the sounds you make as you touch yourself, wishing it was someone else...I've heard the name you repeat over and over until you can't stand it any longer..." scooting closer, Thor laid a tentative hand on Loki's forearm, which rested on the table.
At the touch, Loki flinched away and before he knew what was happening, he found himself on his feet, backing a few steps away from the table. "You've heard nothing!" he said, his heart thudding against his ribs.
"Loki, are you – are you afraid of me?" Thor asked, shocked by his brother's sudden retreat.
Loki swallowed the lump forming in his throat and composed himself somewhat, but was prepared to take another step back as Thor slowly rose from the table. "No, of course not. It's not you I'm afraid of. It's – it's me, I'm afraid I'll –" he seemed unable to bring himself to finish his sentence.
"You're afraid you'll give in to you're desires," Thor approached Loki carefully, "because no matter how much you try to ignore them, they always find their way back to you at night?"
Loki's mouth felt suddenly dry. "How do you –"
"Because I know how you feel. When I hear you at night, I press my ear to the wall, straining to hear every sound you make, every gasp of my name, and I can't help but touch myself as well because I wish it was my hands causing you to make those sounds."
Thor was dangerously close to him now, and Loki wanted to step back, but he couldn't. He couldn't speak. He could hardly breathe. His heart raced at Thor's softened voice, every word dripping with lust. He inexplicably calmed a bit when his brother's hand found and caressed the side of his neck. He allowed himself to be pulled in close, a mere sliver of candlelight between their bodies. Thor's eyes searched his own, looking for any sign that he should stop, but there was none. There was something, though...anticipation?
Loki felt his brother's warm breath on his face as he closed the gap between them. Thor's lips brushed against his, and his eyes fluttered shut. This time, he had no intention of running away. He kissed back tentatively, encouraged by Thor's thumb gently stroking his cheek. A warmth that seemed to begin in his groin spread throughout his body as he brought his hands up to rest on Thor's broad shoulders. In the back of his mind, he was so afraid that this was another one of his dreams that he would ultimately wake up from to find his bed empty and his body aching for more.
They soon had to part for air, but remained thoroughly entwined in each other's arms. Thor rested his forehead against Loki's as he drank in every exquisite detail of the smaller man's face, his lips parted slightly to accommodate his accelerated breath, his cheeks flushed with arousal, his eyes still pressed closed.
Thor took the opportunity to catch Loki off-guard, and moved swiftly down to his neck, his lips exploring every inch of the no longer forbidden flesh. Loki gasped and dug his fingers into the silken material of Thor's robe. He whispered his brother's name into his ear, which caused the blond to let out a breathy groan and bite down gently on the pulse point throbbing against his lips.
"Oh, gods..." Loki moaned and suddenly felt his legs go weak, but he forced himself to remain standing, and he did not resist when Thor somewhat clumsily backed him into the table.
Without detaching his lips from Loki's neck, Thor lifted him onto the table and began fumbling with the tie on his brother's robe. It was quite possibly the hardest thing Loki ever had to do to push Thor away, even for a moment, but he had to before things progressed too far.
"Thor, wait," he panted.
"What's wrong?" Thor silently pleaded for Loki not to stop things now. Please, not now.
"We can't do this here – someone is bound to find us. The guards will be making their rounds about now." Loki spoke in a more hushed tone than before.
Thor nodded and backed away from the table. Loki hopped down and hastily re-tied his robe and smoothed his slightly disheveled hair. "We'll go to your room, it's closer."
As Loki opened the kitchen door a crack and peeped to both ends of the hall to make sure the coast was clear, Thor could scarcely believe that this was actually happening; every dream, every fantasy he had ever had about Loki was about to come true. The two of them tried to maintain as normal a pace as possible as they made their way up stairs and down corridors, passing several guards along the way, offering their usual polite nods.
A wave of relief passed over them when they finally reached the door to Thor's bedroom. The room was bathed in a soft glow from the fireplace, which cast shadows of his finely-carved four-poster bed across the walls, and the stone floor was covered in pools of darkness formed by the furs lying everywhere.
"Now, where were we?" Loki asked, closing the door behind them.
"About here, I think," said Thor as he reached once again for the single tie holding Loki's robe in place.
He dropped the tie unceremoniously to the floor and ran the backs of his fingers upward across Loki's perfectly sculpted abdomen. A shiver ran the length of Loki's spine at the contact. Before he could even utter a plea for more, Thor swooped in and began peppering the newly exposed skin with lingering kisses and the occasional nip. Loki sighed heavily as he rested the back of his head against the door, silently urging Thor to go lower.
As though he could hear his brother's thoughts, Thor lowered himself to his knees. "Mhm, Loki, so hard already?"
Loki looked down and suddenly felt self-conscious. Here he was, aroused and completely at his brother's mercy...or rather, Thor was at his mercy; after all, he was the one on his knees. The thought was oddly satisfying yet thrilling at the same time.
"Touch me," he ordered softly.
Never one to deny his little brother anything, Thor slowly ran a calloused hand across the bulge in Loki's black silken pants, delighting in the moan he elicited. He wondered what other noises he could cause Loki to make if he took it a step further. With both hands on Loki's thighs, he pushed him against the door and began to mouth heatedly at his arousal through his pants.
Loki cursed under his breath and his hips jerked forward involuntarily. The thin layer of fabric between them drove him to the brink of insanity. Bracing one hand against the door, he tangled the other through Thor's golden hair, urging him to continue. But as soon as the heart-pounding sensation started, it suddenly disappeared.
"Thor, what –"
"We've barely gotten started. We can't have you finishing just yet." Thor stood and untied his robe, letting it fall to a crimson pool on the floor.
Loki did the same. His arousal throbbed at the sight of Thor's muscular form silhouetted against the firelight; he was every inch a God of Thunder. He could not suppress a grin when Thor extended his hand and said, "Your Highness." Loki accepted the invitation and was led the short distance to Thor's enormous bed. He crawled onto it and had barely settled onto its plush surface when Thor crawled on top of him and sealed their lips together once more. This time, Loki's hands went straight to Thor's back, nails digging into the soft flesh. He moaned wantonly and writhed under Thor's weight.
As he explored the moist cavern of Loki's mouth with his tongue, Thor reached between their half-naked bodies and found his brother's hardened cock, but this time he slipped past the silken fabric and wrapped his hand firmly around it. Loki broke the kiss suddenly and cried out as Thor stroked him deliberately.
"Brother, please..." he pleaded, arching into his touch.
"Please, what?"
"I need you in – side me!" Loki gasped and squirmed.
His body shuddered when his brother's hand and the weight on top of him left him. Thor deftly pulled Loki's pants off and tossed them to the floor, then reached for one of the drawers in the nightstand next to the bed. Loki did not question the small bottle of amber-colored oil he extracted. Uncorking the bottle with his teeth, Thor poured a generous amount over his fingers and set the bottle aside for the time being.
His heart pounding with both excitement and nervousness, Loki spread his legs apart and watched as Thor reached between them and brushed his slick fingertips against his opening. No one other than himself had ever touched Loki there before; it was...different, exhilarating. He let out a breathy moan when Thor slipped a single finger inside him. He resisted the urge to touch himself as the finger moved in and out slowly, carefully.
"Mhm, you like that?" Thor asked, massaging Loki's inner thigh with his free hand.
"Yes!"
"You've done this to yourself before, haven't you?" Loki nodded. "You would imagine that it was me touching you so intimately, knowing a guard could pass by outside at any moment and hear us."
Loki squeezed his eyes shut and dug his fingers into the mattress as Thor pushed in with a second finger. He thrust his hips downward toward the intrusion just as a soft rumble of thunder echoed from outside.
Thor gritted his teeth, his throbbing erection straining against his pants, aching to be freed and enveloped by the tight, velvety warmth surrounding his fingers. But he steeled himself; he would be damned if he rushed ahead and ruined this perfect moment that both of them had been waiting so long for.
A soft hiss of pain escaped Loki's lips when a third large finger joined the two already inside him. The pain did not last long before it was overtaken by the intense pleasure of Thor gently working him open. By the time Loki gasped, "I'm ready," and Thor withdrew his fingers, the claps of thunder outside were much louder and more frequent.
Loki's initial nervousness returned as Thor finally pulled his own pants off, exposing his thick erection. It had been quite some time since Loki had seen Thor naked, and he had clearly forgotten how big he was. The blond wasted no time in grabbing the bottle of oil once again and pouring a thin stream of it up and down his aching member. Loki bit his lip as Thor briefly stroked himself, the amber liquid seeping between the gaps in his fingers.
Thor then placed his hands behind Loki's knees and pushed his legs up and farther apart. Loki breathed hard in anticipation, as Thor guided himself into position. He felt the head brush his opening then slowly begin to push inside, stretching him much wider than Thor's fingers had. He cried out softly and gripped the sheet next to his head.
"Shh, just relax...breathe." Thor whispered.
Just when Loki thought his body could accept no more, their hips met. He had never felt so filled before in his life; this was far beyond what his slender fingers could accomplish. Pleasure mixed with the burning pain of being penetrated washed over him in wave after agonizing wave.
"Th-Thor!" he gasped, "It hurts..."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No, please, just...give me a moment..." Loki took a shuddering breath and tried to relax himself. He wanted this to happen more than anything in the Nine Realms, but his body rebelled against the intrusion. With the hand not supporting himself, Thor caressed Loki's neck and whispered soothingly to him.
"By the Norns, Loki...you're so beautiful like this...laid bare beneath me...just like in my dreams,"
Loki gasped and turned into Thor's touch; he felt his body beginning to relax. He wrapped his legs around the golden-haired god above him and drew him in closer. "You don't have to dream anymore," he said and pulled him into a smoldering kiss, tangling his fingers through his hair. In between fleeting partings for air, Loki gasped, or rather, begged, Thor to move.
Neither of them could contain the groans and cries of pleasure that followed. Loki dug his fingers into Thor's huge biceps and threw his head back in ecstasy. He would surely not be able to walk tomorrow, but he didn't care.
"Mhm, that's it, moan for me, Loki...let me hear you...let your king hear you!"
Loki trembled at his brother's words as he licked the salty sweat from his upper lip. Thor growled and devoured those tantalizing lips. Loki's hands were everywhere, scratching, digging, marking him: his biceps, his shoulders, running through his hair, which was beginning to stick to the nape of his neck.
Loki panted and moaned obscenely as Thor thrust harder into him. He clenched around him, almost dizzy from the pleasure it caused. "Oh, fuck, Th-Thor...it's so deep..."
"And you take every inch of it so perfectly...my Loki...beautiful Loki..." the way Thor panted his name drove Loki to the brink of madness. He could feel the pleasure mounting in his abdomen. He was close. Too close. He couldn't come yet. Oh, gods, not yet. He begged Thor to slow down. With a low growl, Thor dug his hands into the sheets and forced himself to slow his thrusts to a more gentle pace. He drank in every delicious moan and cry Loki made; the sounds he was causing him to make. The glisten of sweat gradually appeared across Thor's skin with the effort not to completely ravish his brother.
The next time Loki opened his eyes, he almost came at the sight of Thor hovering above him, his golden hair sticking to the sides of his face, his eyes closed, brow furrowed, his jaw clenching. He could tell Thor was close.
"Please...Thor...harder...I want it...inside me..." he panted, reaching between them to stroke his neglected cock.
The storm outside picked up significantly the closer they inched toward their release. Loki was grateful for the ear-splitting claps of thunder, which seemed to come at precisely the right moments to conceal their escalating cries of passion.
"Thor, I'm –" was all he managed to say before he was overtaken. His hand trembled around his member as he came all over his chest and stomach, his muscles squeezing Thor so hard he thought he would faint.
That was enough for Thor. The sight and sounds of Loki coming undone beneath him sent him over the edge. His grip on the sheets tightened until his knuckles were the same shade of white as he emptied himself deep inside his brother's writhing body. The muscular pillars of his arms trembled as the last waves of pleasure ebbed away. They gasped as though they had just run the length of the Bifrost ten times over.
"Oh, gods..." Thor sighed as he carefully pulled out of Loki and let his weary body fall to the side.
For several minutes, neither of them said anything. They were enveloped by the crackling of the fire, the sound of their own ragged breath, and the gentler rumbles of thunder, which brought a much-needed breeze billowing through the open windows.
When Thor could finally draw his breath somewhat normally again, he looked to the side where Loki lay, his lithe body covered in sweat and cum, his legs still parted suggestively. His spent cock lay across one thigh.
"Oh, Loki...I have truly never seen anything as beautiful as you look right now." Thor reached between them and laced their fingers together. A weak smile tugged at the smaller man's lips as he turned and looked at Thor through half-lidded eyes. It took every once of strength he could muster to turn over on his side and drape one leg across Thor's.
His brother wrapped one of his muscled arms protectively around his shoulders and kissed his forehead, lingering for a moment to breathe in Loki's intoxicating scent. Content to remain in this embrace for hours, Loki let his hand come to rest on Thor's still heaving chest.
"I love you, Loki," Thor uttered softly.
"I love you as well...brother."