~~PART ONE~~

Loki clutched his chest and leaned against the wall, panting. It felt like too much, this growing warmth within him. It really wasn't his fault, it was just how he was born; it was in his nature, just like mischief. All pantheons secretly knew of the god, if only in their private chambers where lonely men and women alike whispered of the God of Sluts. And really, Loki was just that. He had gotten around amongst the Aesir and Vanir (even with Sif, Thor's wife, a fact that she tried to hide with hate and snide remarks) and in his boredom spent eight years with the Midgardians, taking his pleasure as a milk-maid in taverns, barns, and summer fields at night. And when he was bored with the powerless lust of Men, he ventured to the lovely Alfs of Alfheim, and then to the giants. One time he went to the lands south of Midgardian Scandinavia and met the Greek Pantheon where he learned of the pleasures of those such as Aphrodite and Dionysus. He was a man, and sometimes a woman, of infinite lusts. And now just happened to be a time where his body was yearning for his youthful past.

Loki laid his head against the cool walls of the Asgardian palace. How far was it to his room? Too far, apparently. "Loki, brother, how goes it?" called Thor from behind him. Of course it was him, thought Loki. The God of Thunder was intensely naïve and thought his younger brother an object of stoic innocence. He seemed to think that all the children the other god sired just appeared out of nowhere. And now he caught Loki in this embarrassing predicament.

"Perfectly well, Thor," gasped Loki between shocks of lust coursing through his body. Thor stepped closer, his face lined with worry, and he put a misguided hand on the other's shoulder. "Are you well, brother?" he asked. How innocent. Loki's mind immediately began to whirr with thoughts or ideas to get away from Thor before he just settled with the realization that his brother could just "take care" of him. Like every Asgardian Loki had ever bedded, Thor would probably never speak a word about the event. "Actually," said the Author of Woes, spinning to meet his brother face-to-face, "I'm not feeling well at all. Is your room close by?" he asked. Thor nodded. Apparently the pained look on his brother's face was mistaken as something other than raw need. "It is not far,"

The God of Magic followed Thor through the twisting halls, each step making him swallow a moan as his trapped erection rubbed against the fabric of his tight leather pants. Damn Thor, did he not say that his room was close? It seemed like infinity and a half when they finally stopped before two huge arcing golden doors. However, Thor paused before them. "Would it not be better if you went to the healing room?" he asked, turning to look at the man who clutched his arm as if he was an anchor. Loki felt like he was going to snap. Growling, he opened the doors with a small hand motion and blasted his brother to the open bed in the middle of the room before stepping in after him and closing the doors with another motion. "If I wanted to go to the healing room, I would have told you so," Loki said, his voice deep and raspy with barely contained lust. He stalked to his elder brother's bed with movements that could be considered both feline and feral. Thor looked at him with confusion, regretting slightly that he had left his hammer with the Dwarves for a clean-up. Needless to say, he was unprepared for Loki to lunge at him and straddle his body. "Heal me Thor," Loki whispered in the Thuderer's ear, losing his grip on himself, panting heavily over his brother.

Thor had been with plenty of women. Even though he was married, both Sif and Thor lived in separate rooms and slept with other people. It wasn't uncommon for the Norse Gods to be promiscuous. After all, spending literally eternity with one person lost its appeal after the first hundred years. But this was an entirely different realm all together. This was his brother - steel faced, prim, proper, but now he was panting over him with bright green eyes hazed over with lust. Thor tried to swallow but found that his mouth was dry. He never noticed the line Loki's back and hips made or the way his hair fell to the side and exposed that spot where his neck joined behind his ear.

"L-l-l-lo-," Thor tried to say before he was quickly silenced by a Loki who wasn't going to wait for excuses or words. "I'm begging you, brother, take me," he whispered, tugging at Thor's earlobe with his teeth. Thor was quickly falling under the mischief maker's spell and moaned. Said maker smirked, knowing that even the mighty Thor couldn't resist him. He lent down and captured the other's mouth in his own, not even waiting for permission as he shoved his tongue passed Thor's open lips to explore his mouth.

Said god felt whatever was holding him back release when he felt the other man's tongue in his mouth. He could taste magic and lust and before he knew it, one hand was kneading Loki's ass and the other was guiding his head for a deeper kiss. When Loki moaned, Thor broke the kiss and looked up into his brother's face. The God of Magic looked like nothing Thor had seen before. His swollen lips were parted slightly and he panted out soft breaths that smelled like mint. His high cheek-bones were tinged pink and his eyes held that lust he had before, only deeper, and Thor could see his own panting reflection in them.

With a groan, Thor flipped them over and started sucking the soft flesh of Loki's neck, his hands trying desperately to undo his brother's clothing. The other chuckled and snapped his fingers, both of the gods' clothes disappearing and reappearing in a pile next to the bed. Thor gasped softly. He had seen the other man naked before, but when they were younger. Now the softness of youth was replaced by lean muscle and hard planes and lines. And further down – gods – there was a rather prominent erection nested in black curls surrounded by milky thighs. Thor could feel an odd swooping sensation in his chest as he looked over his brother and wondered briefly why Loki covered everything except his hands, neck, and face in black and green leather. He had always thought it was because his brother was hiding an imperfection when in reality he was-

"Flawless," he whispered. Loki smirked briefly before pulling the blonde in for a searing kiss, pulling him flush to his body with his legs, groaning when he felt Thor's own large member against his skin. He broke the kiss and whispered, "Spoil me,"

The Thunderer swallowed but obediently followed the line of Loki's throat with his tongue, sucking at the join with the shoulders. The other man threw his head back and moaned softly as Thor slowly made his way to one pert nipple, sucking and nipping it as he rolled the other between his fingers. Then he switched as his other hand trailed along the plain of Loki's stomach, feeling the muscles there tighten and loosen with each gasping breath the other god made above him. Satisfied, Thor gave one last peck to both before making a trail to the mischief maker's stomach, thrusting his tongue into his belly-button, nipping and sucking at the edges.

Loki gasped and grabbed his brother's hair with one hand as his other fisted the sheets. This was unlike what he was expecting. He was expecting a quick – yet satisfying – fuck from the powerful god. After all, the other's personality was quick and rash. But apparently it didn't translate to this- this unexpected foreplay. If it was harder for Thor to look him in the face the next morning, so be it; Loki wasn't going to rush the electrical sensations his brothers was sending up and down his spine, making his thighs quiver on either side of Thor's shoulders.

The other man noticed this as well, but he could feel the press of Loki's erection against his chest and decided to make him quiver even more. Loki's back arched clear off of the bed when Thor took him into his mouth. No, he definitely wasn't going to rush this. The God of Thunder experimentally swirled his tongue around the tip, digging into the slit as his other hands held down his brother's hips as his thumbs rubbed small circles on Loki's inner thighs. Thor then began to bob his head, earning a chocked cry from above him. He had never done this before, his preference running more towards women than men, but the elder god could have fooled anyone with the way he was nibbling along the vein of Loki's cock and then deep-throating him without warning, causing the younger to moan expletives like, well, a whore.

"Th-Thor! Please! More!" cried Loki, though his fingers were still wound tightly through golden hair. Thor knew what his brother was asking for and immediately lifted Loki's knees to the man's head so his ass was raised for better viewing. The sly one grasped his legs as the other man swallowed drily at the sight of his entrance practically winking at him. The Thunderer bent down and experimentally licked the puckered hole. All the flavors of Loki burst on his tongue as he thrust in and sucked, earning sharp cries from the man beneath him. Thor's erection felt engorged with blood as he felt Loki clench around his tongue and keen, "Enough with this, just put it in!"

The elder lent down and captured his brother's lips with his own, Loki moaning with the taste of himself on Thor. With no more preparation from the wielder of Mjolnir – though with plenty from the God of Magic – Thor thrust into the other man until he was fully sheathed. Both men moaned – Thor from the tight sensation of Loki's ass around him, and the other from the full ache of his brother's cocked buried deep within him. They would have stayed like that for a couple seconds longer, but the sly one was impatient and bucked and clenched his ass. The Thunderer took the hint and swiftly pulled out to the tip before slamming back in, Loki's screams of pleasure filling the air as his prostate was hit spot on.

The God of Mischief released his legs in favor of wrapping them around the God of Thunders hips to pull him deeper, his arms around his brother's shoulder. "Gods, more harder, please- ah!" Loki cried, a litany of filth pouring out of his mouth and into Thor's ear. The other male was going quicker, the heat in his abdomen growing more intense as his more experienced brother clenched and released with every thrust he made. He had never really realized how enticing his younger brother's body was until this moment, but with raven hair in disarray on the sheets and green eyes screwed shut in pleasure with rose colored lips panting his name over and over…

Both men cried out their release, Loki's untouched cock shooting out streams of milky liquid between their heaving chests and Thor deep in his brother's ass. The Thunderer collapsed on the younger's chest, both of their minds wiped blank in their post coitus high. Thor felt long fingers run through his hair and he looked up into his brother's blissful face. A deep surge of love, not lust, swept through his body and he hummed before he brought their mouths together in a deep kiss.

The god fell asleep on his younger brother's chest, still seated inside of him, a feeling of peace spreading through his body.

The next morning, Loki was nowhere to be seen when Thor woke up. He hurriedly got dressed and went searching for his brother. When he found him, he was sitting eating breakfast in the dining hall while listening to Volstagg recount a wild tale about stalking giant boar while completely naked for a bet. Thor went over to Loki, searching for some sort of change in his behavior or expression but found none. He felt an unexpected feeling of disappointment and hurt flow through him but quickly turned to listen to his friends' stories.

Hello every one! It's been an incredibly long hiatus, but I am back!

A quick note on the story: it was written in one sitting and it was pretty much just something to get me back in the game, so to speak. Also I've noticed with a lot of fanfiction that Loki is this innocent guy when it comes to sex and I wanted to portray him more as what is written in the Prose and Poetic Edda's...I may or may not have a follow up for this story, but that depends on your opinion ;)

As always, concrit is welcome!

~CAK