Loki knew he shouldn't be here. But he woke to find himself standing over Thor's sleeping body. Tentatively he reached out and brushed his brothers shoulder. Thor turned over and smiled at him, sleep still fogging his eyes. Loki leaned down and kissed his brothers cheek softly. Thor wrapped an arm around his thin waist and pulled him down onto his bed, nuzzling his face into Loki's raven hair. Loki sighed softly and hugged him back, running his hand through Thor's hair. Thor turned his face upwards and kissed his chin. Loki tentatively kissed his brothers lips and was met by the fire that was Thor. He tasted like righteousness and loyalty and … Loki refused to let himself think the last part. Thor pushed him over and reached for a lamp, turning the flame on low so as not to alert anyone else. 'Loki,' he whispered and Loki felt tears well up in his eyes as Thor touched the bruises on his face from the nights previous… rendezvous. 'Loki who did this?' "No one," he snapped. Loki reached up to his brother and Thor kissed him again. 'Just stay with me. Why can't you stay with me? You know I'd never hurt you.'
Promises in the dark
Pat beneath
Loki wanted Thor's attention. It was his 27th birthday and Thor had just come home from a successful hunt, throwing a party for all of the loose girls to dance for him. Dancing with their midriffs exposed, and their hair down, face covered… Loki took a quick glance in the mirror and smiled for the first time in a week, pulling his hair from it's band and letting his hair fall down his back.
Thor sat in the great hall, surrounded by loud music and beautiful women, a drink in his hand, already almost empty. Suddenly, the music stopped. A figure with jet black hair stood in the center, body wrapped in coins and scarves, face covered by an emerald green wrap. The drums started again and the figures hips swung around in such a way that Thor sat forward, ignoring the topless girl pouring his next glass of ale. The figure looked into Thor's eyes and seemed to sparkle under the torchlight. Pale skin writhed with the growing drums, the twinkle of the coins and bells only accentuating the wild movements. The music was building higher than the dancers hands, twisting above their head. When, finally, the music stopped just as suddenly as it had started. Before the figure could escape, Thor downed his next drink in three gulps and walked to the center of the floor. He scooped up the pale frame, and walked out of the door with his prize.
Hips Don't Lie
Shakira