...Haha. Goodness, saw the Avengers movie today, loved it to pieces, and I'm riding home and this is what pops into my head. Where is my mind. Oh, right, over in that gutter...

Anyways, terribly sorry Loki, I really do love you. I dunno, feels like I made you pretty OOC. Everyone else, enjoy. Didn't turn out quite how I imagined it, but I suppose that's life.

It hurt, but that was to be expected from this sort of thing.

Loki found himself surprisingly introspective, despite the frantic pumping of his brothers hips against his own. Every thrust ground him forward, only to be yanked back. There was no grip to be found on the smoothed stone floor jolting beneath him, so the only purchase was Thor's hands clamped upon his hips. Those will bruise by tomorrow.

It wasn't Thors fault, of course. He would never do something so beneath his angelic personality, so foul as fucking his own brother, on his own volition. But if he was ordered to do it, then by all means, of course. Their father, (His stepfather, right) had ordered this as his punishment, right after Thor had returned from some ridiculous meal with his new team. Pain would not faze him, nor imprisonment, but perhaps humiliation would do the trick, and shame him into repentance.

It wouldn't. He swore it to himself. Loki had seen this happen before. Thor too. This was an archaic tradition, a practise put into use many times on numerous battlefields, in both Asgard and on Earth. An easy way to display just how defeated an enemy really was.

He never thought it would happen to him though. But not like it was something he couldn't handle. Somehow, he still had to hate it. If it had merely been brutal, and painful, just a violent act, he could have tuned it out easily. It was the small flashes of gentleness that threw him off. The way Thor rubbed his hands up his spine and back was maddeningly tender, and the sparks of pleasure that erupted when he purposely thrust just right inside him were slowly making Loki forget the pain, and come undone. He hated how Thor spread his quaking thighs wider, and went even deeper within him. Hated how as he sped up he leaned forward and pressed his annoyingly well built chest flush against his back. And he loathed how those damned hands smoothed up his ribs and pushed against his chest, rubbing his nipples flatly, making him gasp at the tiny sparks of pleasure despite himself.

"B-Brother..." Thor whispered into his ear, making a slight shiver pass down Loki's spine.

"What?" Loki thanked all the God's he knew (All of which were somehow involved in this, hells bells) that his voice, although low, was not cracking. "I'm terribly sorry those aren't breasts, but there is not really anything I can do about that, so if you don't like it, don't bother touching them."

A throaty chuckle brushed air across his face, and he turned his head away from it. "That is not of any true concern to me."

One of the hands began a slow trek down his torso, and eventually wound up around his dick. He was vaguely surprised that Thor would think to find the courtesy of bringing him, the prisoner, off. But damn, why did it actually have to feel good? He knew he was panting now, and judging by the pool of saliva accumulating under him, drooling as well. How unsightly coming from a God like him. The cell floor was polished almost like a mirror, and from his kneeling position he could see how truly shameful he looked, splayed open beneath his brother, taking his sentence like a good little whore. Was this truly all that had come from his glorious plans? What he could expect for the rest of his life? He felt the tears rising, and he despised those as well. Always, he always ended up wet eyed like a woman around Thor, how utterly embarrassing.

"Loki, Loki, Loki." Thor was panting it like a mantra from above him. His fingers twitched and jerked around his member, thumb sliding over the head as he pumped. "Loki, Loki..."

"What?" He practically sobbed, thrashing slightly beneath the tight cage of the others body. "Just shut up and finish this! What do you want from me?"

Those arms wrapped around him tightened, and hoisted him up as Thor sat back and leaned against the prison door. Gravity pushed him even farther down onto his brother, and he cried out at the swift pulsing thrusts going up into him.

"You never understood, Loki." Even through his grunts and breaths, a smile could be heard in Thor's voice. "I don't want anything from you." He couldn't move as Thor's strong limbs enveloped him, his legs pushed impossibly wider by Thor's bent knees. He could feel his chin on his shoulder, despite the barrage of overwhelming sensations washing through him from the pounding he was receiving.

"I'm just so glad you've come home to me."

God. Damn.

Of all the things to push him over the edge. Loki supposed that cracking wail he heard was coming from him, but he was past caring now. The waves of his orgasm crashed down around him, so violent he nearly passed out. There was come on his stomach, and the floor. Searing heat exploded inside him as Thor released with a choked roar behind him. He wished it would end, soon, but last forever at the same time. How complicated.

He realised, wearily, long after Thor had cleaned him off and placed him on his thin, hard bed, that it wasn't really hate he was feeling. That stupid earth saying about a thin line between love and hate was really quite accurate. He shivered and blushed at the feeling of Thor's seed still inside him, and miserably found he was planning new ways to be punished once again. How pathetic . Perhaps deep inside, he was some sort of masochist. Always begging for new ways for those around him to defeat him. As he drifted into sleep, the realization that he was grateful for being brought home brought a small smile to his face. His rest was even, the best he'd had for a long, long time.