I would like to thanks my friend Ann who edited it to me and xxlalaher who gave me the idea.

Thor is not mine. I'm new at this fandom, but I really hope that someone enjoy reading this...


Loki closed his eyes.

He ran his hand over the throne made of gold, feeling the cold material slip through his skin, leaving his fingertips tingling slightly.

With a brief sigh, the god of mischief settled into his seat, feeling, again, that sensation invading his stomach, rising in a slowly and pleasurable way for his throat, spreading through his veins, traveling among the bloodstream. It was the sense of glory, power, the feeling of finally getting what he was targeting.

He still remembered the day the Allfather announced, on that morning full of festivities, which one of his heirs ascend to the throne and would command Asgard. A memory especially sweet.

Everyone expected that Thor, the golden son, were the chosen one, after all he was the strongest, full of energy and spirit of achievement, leadership. Unlike Loki, who always wandered among the kingdom corners, never having a single friend. The Asgardians dared to call him "bizarre."

The only things that Loki had in his favor was his magic, allied with the great wit and skill with words. Nobody believed that someone like him, distant, perhaps even somber, was able to lead an entire nation.

A smile adorned the god's lips when he remembered the time when Odin had recited the words, showing everyone that he, Loki, would be crowned as king. The silence in the room was so big and intimidating that only the noise of Loki's boots erupted through the realm.

The Asgardians seemed to not believe, his mother seemed to not believe, Thor seemed to not believe. But it was happening.

And with all his glory and pomp, the god of mischief, before always obfuscated by the giant shadow and brightness of his brother, opened his arms to the kingdom in a symbolic gesture indicating that he had received the task of becoming king.

Loki put his hand over his mouth, holding back a laugh.

It was funny to know that all those that before pointed him, whispering nasty comments, doubting about his potential, were forced to remain under his orders.

Loki stared at the huge door that gave access to the throne room, where someone had entered without permission.

He followed with his green eyes the firm and decided steps of the man with blond hair, as bright as the sun. A red cape fluttering behind the body which had already entered into battle during countless times. The young face that carried the knowledge of thousand years.

"My King" - Thor said as he approached.

Loki's green eyes flashed and he shifted in his seat.

"Thor" - the name came out slowly, as if the God was savoring each small letter from that word that meant so much - "Kneel" - he said with a smile that his brother could not decipher - "Kneel before me" - Loki pointed to the ground directly in front of him.

The god of mischief never wanted the throne. But that... Thor kneeling in front of him, being helpless, yearning to follow all his orders... It was something that Loki had always desired.

The new king of Asgard curved down to touch Thor's face, feeling the silky skin kiss his fingers. He approached his lips to the ear of what had once been his brother.

"You will do as I wish" - his voice was soft and the phrase sounded more like a solicitation.

Loki did not notice, but a smile appeared on Thor's lips.

"Yes, my king"