This is my first Thorki story, so things might be off sometimes.
This one will contain smut and most likely violence as well. The dominance will switch back and forth from the two brothers throughout the story.
Also, this story switched POVs throughout. So, make sure you know who's POV it is while you're reading so you're not confused.
Updates are kind of a iffy thing for me. I am always getting caught up in things in my life, so it might take me a long time to update this.
Other than that, I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to give this story reviews! I appreciate them a lot and they help me sometimes with writing the story.
Loki's POV
It has only been a month since he has taken over the throne, but it only took a small amount of time for the frost giant to get use to his role as king. The Asgardians still don't know that Loki has taken over for he keeps his real appearance masked from everyone still. His brother has yet to return, which has made things all the more easier for him. It seems as if his love for that human girl was far too strong for him to stay away from her. It was a pity though, really. Now he wasn't able to torment his elder brother like he has wanted to for so many years. There a was a feeling in his gut that he would be back though, and that gave Loki hope for his fun. Loki's green eyes averted to the doors of the throne room, which were opening and he quickly changed his appearance before Sif walked into the room, that same calm, but serious expression she always had. She walked up to the throne and knelt before her 'king'.
"My king, the battle in Vanaheim is over," she tells him. "This will be the last time they try to start war with us again."
'Odin' nodded his head. "That is wonderful to hear. There shall be a celebration tonight then."
Loki could see the hate in Sif's eyes and he was waiting for her to tell him that she can see through his act. She has always been very smart.
"I know it's you."
"You are bright, Sif."
Loki shifted back into his own appearance, a smirk upon his face. "You never fail to amuse me though. Is that a new pair of boots you're wearing?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Loki." Her tongue was almost as venomous as his own. They were quite similar in that way. "What have you done with our real king?"
"Somewhere. Somewhere far away."
Sif grabbed the handle of her sword, but Loki held up a hand which was lightly glowing green. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned her. "It would be a shame if something bad happened to you. Something like an accidental fire that you save your precious king from, but burn in the process and the lose your life."
"You're a monster!"
Sif lunged towards him with her unsheathed sword, but she was too slow and her body was thrown into a pillar. Loki smirked and watched her squirm, but she could not move.
"Monster? Oh, but dear, I am much more than that."
He released her.
"Enjoy your celebration. You deserve it," he says, now back to Odin's form.
Sif just curses and walks out, leaving the frost giant alone once again.
"Oh Thor, if only you could see how much fun I am having."