Disclaimer: I don't own any of the MARVEL-characters.
Warnings: AU, incest, slash, Scumbag!Odin, cursing, slight Dub!Con, explicit scenes and language.
Rating: M!
AN: I have felt horrible these past few days and then stuff like this comes out. I apologize. If you don't like it, then please don't read it. Flames will be deleted. This story holds four parts. I'll update quickly.
Bend and Break
Part One
Loki is looking into his own eyes. He doesn't really know what to think of himself. All he sees is a young, fuck-up boy with dark circles around his eyes. Girls often flirt with him, find him hot and sexy, but Loki just doesn't see it. It's not that he minds the attention – God knows he has slept with enough girls already. That's the problem really. He fucks them and that's it. There isn't a person in this entire world he actually cares for. He's never really had a girlfriend.
Or a boyfriend.
He rubs a hand over his tired face and then goes on to search the pocket of his jeans. He finds a small pill and he doesn't hesitate to swallow it down. He's not even sure what drug he is taking at the moment, but he does know that he'll feel better in a few minutes.
There's a sharp knock on the door and Loki turns around. A girl enters. She has pretty blue eyes, a thin face and is dressed in a short skirt and a nearly see-through white shirt. She is not wearing a bra. The girl grins when she sees Loki.
"I've been looking all over for you," she slurs. She's definitely drunk, but still conscious enough to close the door behind her. "You're Loki Odinson."
Loki never cares much about people, but he already dislikes this girl. People always judge him by the fact that he is the son of Odin. He would feel upset right now hadn't he taken that drug earlier. Frankly, he couldn't care any less about the world right now.
The girl walks forward and kneels down before him. She unzips his pants and goes on to give him a blowjob. Loki realizes he doesn't even know her name, but then he starts to have an orgasm and he forgets all about the girl. When he cums, he feels a little better, but only physically. The girls stands up and gives him a card.
She has a wicked smile on her face. "Call me." And with that, she leaves the bathroom again.
Loki zips up his pants and throws the card with her phone number into the toilet. He leaves the bathroom and is instantly overwhelmed by the loud music. He can actually feel the beat vibrating through his entire body. He kinda likes it. At least it makes him forget about the shit world he lives in. Loki starts to dance, faintly realizing that someone comes up to him to dance with him.
He allows it. Just as long as he doesn't actually have to care about anything.
~ o ~
Everyone is quiet inside the car. Loki – for once this week entirely sober and clean – looks around. Thor is sitting at his side. Before him sit his parents. They are all dressed fancily since they are going to some fucking charity-event. Back home, Odin already warned his two sons not to pull any shit. He forbade Loki from drinking and Thor from smashing.
"You look very lovely, mother," Thor says to Frigga.
He has always been a suck-up. Loki doesn't know how Frigga and Odin don't see straight through his act.
"Thank you, dear," Frigga replies warmly.
This is his family, Loki thinks, only speaking to each other when they are forced to spend half an hour in a small place. The limousine is very fancy and expensive and Loki knows that Thor is already planning on destroying it. That's Thor's thing. Loki drinks and disconnects himself from this fucked-up world while Thor merely destroys everything that shines prettily.
Honestly, Odin and Frigga shouldn't have been allowed to have kids. They did the worst job raising them.
"No shenanigans tonight," Odin repeats what he already told his sons a million times today, "this is one of the most important social events of the year."
"I heard you, I heard you," Thor says, rolling his eyes.
"But what if this totally sexy dude comes up to me-" Loki doesn't know why he always has to defy everything his father says. He just loves making Odin angry. "-and asks if he can fuck me from behind? I can hardly say no to that."
Frigga looks out of the window. Again, awesome parenting.
Odin just turns white with rage. He says nothing. Loki really wants to get some sort of reaction. Anything more than this.
"Well, maybe I can say no," he knows he is pushing it, but he doesn't care, "that is unless he has one massive cock."
Odin's eyes narrow.
"Oh brother, do shut up." So out of two parents and one brother, it is the brother who reacts first. Honestly, Loki is surprised that he and Thor aren't fucked up more than this. "It's revolting to hear about your sex-life."
"At least I have a sex-life."
Thor grins. "You wouldn't want to hear about my sexual adventures."
"Fucking Sif is not an adventure," Loki argues, "even I fucked her and I don't even like her."
"Take that back," Thor sounds insulted, "that's my girlfriend you're talking about."
"All right, all right," Loki holds up his hands in a surrendering-kind-of-way, "I'm just saying that if she asked for a penny for each time she fucks a man, she would be a millionaire by now."
He should have known that Thor would hit him for this. He kinda had it coming.
"Ow." He rubs his sore arm.
Odin and Frigga are purposely ignoring their two sons. They are both looking out of the window as they drive up to the mansion. Stark is wealthy man and Loki realizes that he never actually met the billionaire before. Perhaps he had to do something about that tonight. He never fucked a billionaire before.
"If any of you screw up this night," Odin warns just before they exit the car, "I will personally turn your lives into a living hell."
"You mean more than you already do?" Honestly, Loki has to learn when to shut up. Odin pushes him back. Hard. Luckily, they are still in the car and all that Loki hits is the soft seat behind him. "Fine," he grumbles.
They get out of the car, the four of them smiling profoundly. It makes Loki sick.
Still, he smiles on.
~ o ~
Loki, holding a drink in his hand, walks up to Tony Stark. If his father would see him at this very moment, he would be screwed. For one, that's not water in his glass. Loki actually doesn't know what he's drinking. He just knows it is alcohol and that he's going to be drunk if he has another five of those. He's looking forward to that.
Stark is currently talking to a bunch of older, boring dudes. The way Loki sees it, he is saving the billionaire.
"You're Stark," he says and then waits for Tony to turn around and face him. He does so after apologizing to the old men.
"And you're Loki," Tony says in return. There is a hint of amusement in his voice. "Are you having fun?"
"Not yet," Loki replies, a wicked grin on his face, "but the alcohol can kick in any moment now. It will all change then."
Tony chuckles politely. "Well, it is an open bar so feel free to aid yourself to anything."
"Oh, I will."
Tony narrows his eyes and Loki can't believe he's getting a condescending look from him. It's not like Tony Stark is fucking perfect. Everyone knows the stories of his wild younger years. Actually, Loki thinks, how old is that dude? Thirty? Forty? Loki would still do him because Stark is one fine specimen of the male kind.
"Maybe you should stick to pepsi," Tony says. He wants to take the drink from Loki's hand, but Loki quickly pulls away. "I know who you are, Loki."
This was getting interesting. "Really?"
"You take the occasional drugs and you drink a lot because you're trying to drown every shit feeling you're having. You're a troubled kid," Tony says, "everyone knows that."
"You're a fucking dick."
Tony only smiles.
"I have been where you are right now," Tony presses on, "feeling alone, lost. I can help you."
Loki throws his drink in Tony's face. That might have been an overreaction, but it's too late to take it back. Tony just stands there, holding his breath for a moment. He goes on to take a napkin from a nearby table and dries his face.
"But you obviously don't need help," Tony sighs.
Out of nowhere, Odin is by their side. "I am so sorry, Mr. Stark-" He is such an incredible slimeball. "-you'll have to excuse my son's behavior."
"It's all right." Tony places the napkin back on the table. "I had it coming."
"I would have fucked you," Loki says, always pushing the limits. He feels Odin's hand on his arm, his fingers pressing down and his nails burying themselves into his skin. It hurts, but Loki has always liked a good hurt. He looks directly into his father's eyes as if challenging him.
"Enough," Odin hisses.
Loki pulls his arm loose. "I'm leaving."
"Loki, you are not-"
He has no idea what more his father wants to say because he's already walking away. Everyone around them turns silent and they are all looking at him. Most people would feel awkward and embarrassed, but this is Loki and he doesn't care. He would flip them the finger, but maybe he's crossed enough lines for one night.
~ o ~
Loki is outside. He's smoking a cigarette and doesn't even know where he got it from. He also stole a bottle of vodka from the open bar and he is glad that he brought some pills to this party. He already took one an hour ago, but he takes one again. He swallows it down with the vodka. Not the best combination, but he enjoys the way it makes him feel numb.
"I heard what happened," comes Thor's voice. A moment later, he sits down besides his brother. They both stare across the parking lot. It's getting late and a few people are leaving. "You really overdid yourself on this one."
"Thanks," Loki says. He gives his cigarette to Thor.
Thor takes it and winks at his brother. "It wasn't really a compliment. You pissed of father and the most popular billionaire on this planet. Did you really have to throw your drink in his face?"
"Do you see this face?" Loki points at his own face which doesn't show much emotion. "It's my I-don't-give-a-shit-face."
Thor snorts and blows some smoke into the warm, evening air.
"Have you broken something already?" Loki asks.
"A few bottles of Scotch," Thor sounds proud, "and there is a car around here somewhere that's missing a window. Maybe two."
"Congratulations." Loki takes back his cigarette. "I'm actually surprised you're still here. Last charity-event, you were present for exactly ten minutes before disappearing into the unknown night."
Thor laughs. "Sif is in France with her parents," he explains, "she doesn't come back until tomorrow so there was nowhere I could escape to."
"Aaw," Loki mocks, "you miss her."
Thor hits Loki's arm with his fists. It's meant as a friendly, brotherly action, but Loki shrinks away because it fucking hurts. Leave it to Thor to hit him at the exact spot where Odin grabbed him only thirty minutes before.
"You wuss!"
"It fucking hurt," Loki objects. He rubs the sore spot. "Father is kinda strong for an old man."
Thor rolls his eyes. "Wait," his demeanor changes, "he hurt you in front of everyone?"
"Nah," Loki throws his cigarette onto the floor and stamps his foot on it. The night sky is completely black. "He's done it a million times already so he knows how to mask it."
"He's furious, Loki." For once, Thor sounds completely serious and actually concerned.
Loki wants to throw up. He's not sure whether it's because Thor seems to actually care of whether he is just drunk. He moves to lay down a bit. "Like it matters."
"It does!" Thor goes to lean back on his elbows. Unlike Loki, he cares nothing for the sky and he keeps his gaze on his little brother. "Father is different with you than with me. If I screw up, he yells. If you screw up – and you screwed up big time – he beats you. He hurts you."
Loki opens his bottle of vodka and drinks it empty. "Thanks for the reminder."
"So stop screwing up!"
"Thor, if there is one thing I am good at in this entire universe, it's screwing up." He wants more alcohol, but he has none left. He angrily throws away the bottle and it shatters to pieces against the wheel of a car. They're lucky the alarm doesn't go off.
"I know I haven't been the best brother," Thor sighs, "I should have given you a better example. I should have been someone you could look up."
Loki finally looks at Thor for the first time. Their faces are only inches away. "I am looking up at you," he jokes.
"I am being serious!"
"Would you fuck me?"
"What?"
Loki grins. He loves it when he pushes people out of balance. He loves to see them squirm awkwardly.
"Would you fuck me right now if I asked you to?"
Thor only narrows his eyes. The fact that he isn't outright disgusted says enough about the fucked up relationship they have. Then again, when they were teenagers, they kissed each other. It was just practice, but none denied how good it felt.
Maybe it has something to do with the tension in the air or maybe it is because Loki has a reputation of fucked-up boy to uphold, but at that moment, he leans forward and kisses Thor. It's not an innocent peck on the lips. It is all tongue. Thor even moans softly and at that moment, Loki bursts into laughter. He falls back, his laughs echoing through the parking lot.
"You really would fuck me," he laughs.
"Shut up, Loki," Thor scolds. He too falls onto his back. "And fuck you!"