Loki always knew he was different. Ever since he found out (and even before) that he was a Frost Giant, his feelings towards Thor had always been more than acceptable. He hated himself for it. He knew it was wrong; he knew that Thor would be disgusted with him if he was able to see how Loki truly felt. Despite this, it never stopped Loki from sliding one hand under the sheets at night and imagining Thor as he relieved the tension in his body. He would moan out quietly, his soft voice caressing the calm night. He would whisper Thor's name as he felt his climax build and his seed spill with a final thrust of his hand. His life was lived in denial and shame. I didn't stop him from having those thoughts at night though. No, they were the only thing that kept him going. His feelings towards everything else were of a negative nature; now that he knew his true parentage. A Frost Giant. Loki couldn't see how anyone could want him now. Oh, dear Loki, if only you could see how wrong you are...