Was not quite sure where to put this fic. Amora wasn't in Thor, (She's better known as Enchantress) but I have it on good word she'll be in Thor 2. Whatever. The summary kind of said it all. Hope you enjoy!
"Brother, are you certain this is a good idea?" Loki whispered. He pulled his coat around himself even more tightly. The night air was brisk and there was a distinct moisture in it. "A pea soup fog may be upon us."
A low rumble of laughter resonated in Thor's throat. "You worry too much," he replied.
"Have you ever considered that you don't worry enough?" Loki shot back.
"By the end of the night you shall be thanking me," Thor smirked.
"Highly doubtful," Loki mumbled. They walked on in silence. The soles of their feet spoke for them with loud, echoing chatter upon the sidewalk.
"Trust me," Thor smirked, "these women are unlike any you have encountered before."
"Indeed," Loki's mouth drew into a thin line. "Filthy, no doubt. Dressed in rags. Probably the most haggard creatures imaginable."
Thor threw his head back and laughed. It echoed through the empty alleyways nearby and the eeriness gave Loki an involuntary chill. "Loki, dear brother, it sounds as if you have been conversing with father too often."
Loki glared at his brother. Thor's laughter dissipated almost instantly. Apparently their father was still a touchy subject for Loki. Thor decided it would be best to get back on topic. "They're beautiful Loki. They're like the sirens in mythology!" his voice was quite animated.
"You are aware that sirens caused sailors to shipwreck and perish in most cases?" Loki couldn't help but smirk.
"Unimportant," Thor waved him off. They continued walking down the main street. A few carriages rumbled past, but apart from that it was quiet.
"Why are we walking there?" Loki asked irritably. He could feel blisters arising in his shoes.
"And have the entire manor know we're out and about at this hour?" Thor scoffed.
Loki folded his arms over his chest. The cold was beginning to pierce through the fabric of his coat and he was doing all he could to secure his body heat. They walked for a few more minutes before Thor nudged him into an alleyway. They walked past numerous side entrances to the buildings that bordered it on either side. Thor finally stopped in front of one and knocked once. Loki stood off to the side and prayed the shadows would hide him from view.
There was a slight pause before a woman opened the door. Loki inhaled sharply and very much involuntarily. She looked to be about thirty years old, but she was undoubtedly beautiful. Her dark red hair fell in curls past her shoulders. Her skin was fair and entirely unblemished. Her lips were dark and parted slightly and she scanned the brothers with her radiant blue eyes before they relinquished a smile. "Thor Odinson,"
Thor reached out, grasped her hand, and brought it to his lips. The woman's smile broadened, "You always was the charmer." Loki cringed a bit at the woman's heavy Irish accent. "Who's this?" She turned to Loki and her smile fell a bit.
"My brother, Loki," Thor clapped Loki's shoulder and Loki sunk a bit in reaction to the force. The woman's eyes fluttered between the brothers. Loki was tall but Thor was taller and much more muscular. Loki's face was distinctly more angled and he held himself with a sort of gentle grace that Thor himself did not possess.
"Funny," the woman laughed, "you don't much look like brothers."
Loki bowed his head a bit. He was focusing his self control on keeping his facial expression neutral. Thor remained silent but buried his hands into his pockets uncomfortably.
"Well," the woman continued awkwardly, "I assume you're here for Amora?" She asked Thor.
Thor adjusted his coat uneasily. "Actually, I was hoping to share company with, Sif."
The woman raised her eyebrow but said nothing. She leaned against the door frame and allowed Thor to pass her into the room beyond. Loki tried to follow his brother with his eyes but the woman resumed her position in the middle of the doorway. Loki presumed it rude to try and look around her. He made eye contact with her and smiled politely. He was desperately trying to mask the unease that was growing within his bowels. He realized suddenly that he had no idea how this was going to work. Thor knew the name of the whore which he desired. Loki had never even seen a prostitute until now.
"Whadya like?" the woman smirked at him.
A weak "Pardon?" was all Loki could muster.
"Is it Thor?" a smooth feminine voice asked from behind the woman. Another woman came into view. She glanced around the first and the smile she beautifully donned on her face faded considerably when her eyes fell upon Loki. "Never mind," she said dully and turned to leave. Loki observed the second woman closely. She had waist length blond hair, and shocking Jade eyes. His eyes lingered on the perfect curve between her breasts and her hips. The red haired woman must read the genuine interest that Loki unknowingly let slip past his neutral mask. She grabbed the bored woman's elbow and pulled her back.
"There isn't a need to be rude," she snapped. "This is Thor's brother. Loki."
The second woman glared at the first before assuming an incredibly fake sweet persona. "Forgive me, sir," she said smiling too wide to be genuine. "My name is Amora."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Loki replied smiling shakily. Amora grabbed his hand and pulled him inside and before he could assess the situation she was leading him up a flight of creaky wooden stairs. They traveled down a narrow hallway of closed doors. Loki could vaguely hear the noises from the rooms beyond them.
She dragged him into a room near the end of the hall and closed the door behind them. Loki tried to process the room they were standing in. He could tell it was a bedroom, but it was horribly lit. His ability to process anything stopped abruptly when Amora pinned him to the wall. He was surprised. For a woman with such a fragile figure, she was strong. He felt suddenly suffocated. She propped herself up on her tip toes and nuzzled the side of his face. An involuntary shiver rocked down his spine. "What do you want?" she whispered. Her breath tickled his earlobe.
"I-" he began, but his vocal chords tangled and he couldn't form a coherent word. Her hand was was traveling up the inside of his thigh. She used her knee to force his legs to separate further. She pressed her hips between them. He groaned and let his head fall back.
She laughed, "I didn't even need to ask. It's apparent you want me." Loki could feel a vague heat smoldering within him. Whether it was because of her low, lustful voice or her hand sliding up his leg, he did not know. All warnings that his father had given him about this type of woman went out the window. He cared not about the theft or the diseases. All he wanted was to have her.
He made to lean down and kiss her, but she put her hand up. His lips made contact with her soft finger tips. "Not yet," she whispered and smirked. He stood there dumbly for a few seconds and then her other hand finally made contact with his groin. Instinctively his hips jutted forward, forcing her hand into him. He let his head fall back once again and his eyelids fluttered shut. The entire room was eliminated. The only thing he could feel were Amora's lips at his throat and her hand massaging him through the fabric of his pants.
He inhaled sharply when her teeth grazed his jugular. He slid his arms out of his coat with the help of Amora's free hand and he began to unbutton his shirt in order to give her more access to his chest. Her hand left his crotch and her fingers snaked into his hair. She pulled his face toward hers forcefully. Their lips met and worked against each other heatedly. The fingertips of Amora's free hand were dancing along the top of his pants. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, relishing the sensation of their bodies touching.
He was thankful that she was so scantily clad. He was able to loosen her corset enough for her to slip out of it. He pushed her over to the bed and it squeaked when she fell upon it. She lay on her back smiling fiendishly up at him. He placed a knee on either side of her hips and lowered himself on top of her. They resumed their kissing. This time her tongue teased the opening of his mouth before forcing his lips apart. She rolled over so that she was on top of him. He broke the kiss in surprise. He stared for a moment into her mesmerizing eyes. She let out a low laugh. "You've never had a woman on top of you. Have you?"
He found that he was once again unable to utter a coherent phrase. He settled for shaking his head.
"There's always a first time for everything," she smirked and ground her hips into his. He bit his lower lip. His moan buzzed in his mouth.
She sat up and removed the dainty white underdress, revealing herself completely to him. His eyes washed over her hips, and traveled up her body. He licked his lips at the sight of her creamy, swollen breasts. She helped him struggle from his pants. His arousal was then quite apparent. She slowly pulled his undergarments down and smiled deviously. When he was free of them, she climbed back into her position on top of him and their eyes made contact. Loki found himself unwilling to look away as she eased herself down onto his cock. He thrusted forward to meet her, but she placed a firm hand on his stomach. "Let me, please you."
His muscles relaxed, but their eyes were still locked. She slowly began to grind into him. His breath became slightly more labored each time their hips would make contact. His hands gripped her hips and he pulled her into him. Her pace quickened. His hand traveled up her sides and over her rib cage. He cupped her breasts severely. He could feel the energetic pulse beneath her left breast. He lingered for a moment before using his thumbs to tease her peachy nipples. She was breathing heavily now.
He sat up suddenly and rolled over, pushing her into the mattress. She wrapped her legs around him and he thrust into her. Her hands slithered up his arms, her nails leaving faint pink marks against his hot skin. "Loki," she gasped. He felt the muscles inside her clench around his cock. She arched her back into him.
"Loki," she moaned. He was desperate now. He could almost feel his release.
"Loki." She was much louder the final time. It all happened at once. He gave a final thrust and her walls quaked around him. His muscles clenched and he relinquished himself to a wave of pleasure.
He collapsed beside her. His breathing was labored. He watched her chest rise and fall,
Thor was right. Loki was silently thanking him. He could not foresee that it wouldn't be like the other women he had. He did not know she would be completely different. The other women were, for the most part, submissive. But here was a woman who cared not for social nor sexual etiquette. She turned to look at him again. "Another go is gonna cost you double," she teased.
He managed a shaky laugh and she smiled at him. He sat up, his limbs were trembling. He was able to slide into his pants, but he found himself fumbling with his shirt buttons. "Let me help you," Amora said quietly. She had risen from her place on the bed and her fingers were now deftly threading buttons through holes.
"Thank you," Loki replied softly. He fished around in his pocket for her payment. He offered it out to her and she accepted.
"Visit me again, sometime." She winked and he left the room.
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Thor was smitten during their walk home. "I think I deserve your gratitude," he said.
"I was misguided when I doubted you. My apologies," Loki said distantly. His mind was still with the blonde whore.
Thor gave him a curious look, but said nothing for the rest of the trip
