"Bow, God of thunder, bow before your king."

Thor groaned as he felt a hard strike of leather towards his bare, already bruised and bleeding, back. He pressed his hands to tight fists and bit his lower lip, readying himself for the next strike which came soon after the last one. It hurt, time after another it hurt more, but the thunder god wouldn't let himself look weak in Loki's eyes. It was getting harder all the time though, Thor never knew Loki possessed this much strength in his frail body. After he was beaten, only gods knew how many times, by his younger brother, the blonde god was bleeding and getting weaker. Not to mention how the sadness inside the god of thunder was devouring him. The arch father gone and Asgård overtaken by Loki, who seems to have lost his mind, was too much to bear. Once his beloved little brother had become a beast. A beast that hurt him, both physically and mentally. Thor was torn apart, every landing strike from the leather whip only carving a new scar. Thor felt tears coming to his eyes and a cry blocking his throat. He couldn't give up now.

Loki noticed the other god was not going to break. No matter how hard and how deep the whip hit, Thor didn't let out a noise louder than a groan. It annoyed the god of mischief. The victory just wouldn't feel so sweet if Thor didn't bow before him. Without Mjolnir the son of Odin was nothing, but still Loki was afraid of him. Afraid Thor would ruin his sweet victory. Loki had stopped, the now bloody leather whip resting by his side. The hand holding the whip was shaking from the work. The god of mischief and lies was observing his older brother. He watched the shaking figure on the stone floor on his knees. Thor's bare torso was bloody and scarred. His head was hanging, the golden hair hiding his pained face. The chains around Thor's wrists and ankles had festered the thunder god's skin to wounds. Anyone could tell the mighty Thor was weak and in pain, no matter how much he wanted to hide it. It annoyed Loki even more. The raven haired god walked closer to his brother, kneeling down to his level.

"Does it hurt? Don't you wish it was over?"

Thor felt Loki's warm breath tickling his ear. Loki was very close. There was no way Thor would turn his head only to face those fatal eyes. Once a good and comforting sight of his little brother's beautiful green eyes now felt like deadly poison. The look in his eyes was one of a beast; dangerous, treacherous and unreal. Thor closed his sky blue eyes, already expecting another strike. There was nothing he could lose anymore.

Loki didn't move. He tried his best to study the older god. Was Thor this stubborn? Didn't even the great pain break him? No, Thor's breath wasn't exhausted at all, even after all this. Somehow just listening to Thor's calm breathing made Loki relaxed. The feeling of his older brother's broad, bare back towards his frail body and the touch of the golden hair on his pale cheeks as he rested his head on the older god's shoulder made his mind wander freely and his stiff and tired body relax. Without noticing Loki slowly wrapped his arms around Thor's chest. The thunder god thought he was going to get finished with a knife or a spell only to be startled by soft kisses on his neck. Suddenly good, positive chills ran up the thunder god's spine. After the continuing kisses followed the excitement on the other side when Loki's hands started playing on Thor's bare chest, touching conveniently the right places.

What's happening to me? Am I supposed to enjoy this? After what he did to me, my own little brother.

Thor couldn't think clearly. The continual loving caressing felt way too sweet and good to be true. If this was his last chance to love the god of mischief, he was going to take it.

A sudden moan escaped Thor's lips when Loki nibbled his ear, sliding his sneaky hand down the golden haired god's hip at the same time. Loki grinned.

"Dirty big brother. You are enjoying this, aren't you?"

Thor wanted to tell him 'yes', but he knew it would make him look bad, so he said it aloud only in his mind. Oh, how much he was hoping Loki would release him from lower. Instead Loki skillfully moved his hand on the older god's thigh, bending his head back with the other, teasingly whispering to his ear.

"If you want it, you must beg for it. Beg, dear brother."

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