Chapter 1.
Asgard, the Royal Apartments.
The slight sound of his own breath awakens Loki from unconsciousness.
"Where am I?"
He instinctively questions himself.
His eyes just gaze painstakingly as they try to get used to the dim light while his mind tries to evoke the place in which he finds himself, seizing everywhere details that are known to him.
His room.
The first feeling is dismay, followed by an annoying, constant quiver that strikes his fragile and fatigued physique, because of the bitter cold that has already penetrated his bones.
His precious black silk robes are too slight to protect his body from the ground from which he is being shackled to by chains on his distended wrists that bind his slender arms behind his back, so closely to make him feel pain.
"Why I am still here?"
The repudiated Prince asks himself, sure about his choice of death instead of salvation, while beneath his body the bridge was crumbling and Thor, the heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Asgard, was destroying a great part of the Bifrost Rainbow, forever isolating his empire from eight other known worlds.
As every stone was falling into the infinity, Loki refused to take his brother's hand, who - despite his treason - had seemed eager to help him, a reckless, incomprehensible attitude, unworthy of a great King.
No.
Loki would definitely not have wasted that energy if he had been in Thor's place.
Traitors always pay with their lives.
To him, Thor had once again proved to be weak and undeserving of all the prestige his father wanted to give him.
With those blue eyes in his green gaze, Loki let himself fall in the vacuum rather than being a prisoner of a half-brother that he envied and hated above all the others.
Yet now, the Prince who was sentenced to death finds himself in the rooms he once owned, and every certainty he once felt is faltering while he is recognizing its large canopy bed in the middle of the room, and the refined furniture with precious golden ornaments.
"But how is this possible? Can Hel look so familiar?"
The boy asks himself, while arching his back in order to give himself a boost and get back on his feet, but it's a movement he doesn't succeed with; there's some kind of physical exhaustion that he finds rather suspicious.
After a few tries, he can scarcely turn on his side, shuddering at the contact of the cold marble floor with its white gaunt cheek.
His long, dark-as-night hair falls on his face and annoys him, but he can't move the hair in disarray, so he surrenders to the inconveniences of that position and lets out a hysterical scream, venting such anger and fear of the unknown.
"Damn It!"
Swears the wretched boy, while hiding bitter tears of frustration.
‹‹ Your Majesty! Your brother has awakened! ››
Loki listens with his heart in his throat as many people begin whispering outside once he abandons himself to his instinctive vent.
After hearing determined steps, heels that mark the impetus of a mysterious visitor outside the room, he senses behind himself the huge door opening with a dry thud, most likely caused by a very excited entrance.
"No … all this is unreal … I can't believe this, I don't want to believe it!"
Repeats the young man lying on the ground, as he tries to recover before the arrival of the visitor, whose identity Loki fears to have already known even without turning to see the stranger.
And then the harsh grip of two strong arms force him to turn around, finding himself looking into those despised eyes of heaven upon him and an arrogant, victorious smile.
Thor.
‹‹ So you've woken up, brother. ››
The future King of Asgard whispers with fake courtesy, the only true son of Odin.
Thor struggles to hide the thrill for their idyllic match.
How he missed hugging his brother, Loki's expression shows him all his terror, emerald green eyes grow wider as he delicately caresses the gentle shape of his face with his fingers, holding back his black hair.
Thor feels him shaking, maybe because of his rage, maybe because of his fear.
‹‹ What happened? Why am I here? ››
The prisoner asks him, floundering desperately to escape the morbid hug, but getting only a more vigorous hold.
His breath breaks as his fragile chest is burdened by that mighty one of his jailer, horrified to hear his breath mingling with Thor's own.
‹‹ You have been rescued, brother. I wanted to save you. ››
Thor softens his voice and eyes, filled with an affection that even he is unable to repress after attending to his atrocities.
‹‹ I'm not your brother. Stop it! ›› hisses the other, making those elegant eyes become thinner, full of hatred and rancor as they are.
‹‹ We have always been brothers, not by blood, but for the heart! I can't stop loving you as a brother, ›› tells him the future heir to the throne ‹‹ I didn't succeed in turning my back and leaving you… ››
Those lips brush inviting against the boy in his arms, fingers sink into the softness of those silky jet-black hair.
‹‹ You fool! There has never been any feeling on my part, ›› Loki cruelly states, turning sideways, firmly breaking the ambiguity of that approach ‹‹ and your suffering for me makes you weak, insignificant, and next to your defeat! ››
The renegaded Prince bursts into laughter, without caring about of the rejected brother's reaction, which does not make him wait more than a few moments.
A violent slap ends the cruel laughter, stunning the rebellious boy to such an extent that the embrace of his attacker softens in a fight against the loss of the senses.
‹‹ Listen to me well, Loki! ›› hisses Thor, his furious gaze searches for the stunned boy's almost vanished one ‹‹ you're not the winner among us, don't forget it anymore. ››
‹‹ Kill me, kill me! ›› the proud prisoner sets out with a loud voice.
‹‹ You're not in a useful position to give me orders, ›› Thor resumes, annoyed, putting a finger on his brother's lips ‹‹ and then, would that make me the stupid one among us two? ››
The pressure of his touch makes Loki partially open his lips, who has ended up trembling, still not realizing what the arrogant lout wants now.
‹‹ I've always loved you, brother, my affection was sincere, pure, maybe more than I should have, ›› the future King of Asgard resumes his explanation, ‹‹ I tried to hate you, but this feeling does not go from inside of me. ››
His fingers delineate the shape of the mouth of the boy who betrayed and broke his heart, eyes tightly closed as he slowly gets nearer and nearer, creating a devout and chaste kiss.
Loki's heart misses a beat, incredulous and impotent as he suffers from that violation, his eyes wide from bewilderment and confusion as he watches the man.
The faint moans emitted express his strict denial for this gesture, but the fragility of his state does not allow him to avoid their contact.
And when finally the Prince interrupts that obligated kiss, its few energies seem to dissolve, as looted from that arrogant mouth.
‹‹ What have you done to me? What was that kiss? ›› asks Loki, his voice is a slight, barely perceivable whisper.
Although reluctantly, his head finds needed support on the hot chest of his hated enemy, suddenly too weak to bear the weight.
The man's gentle jaw clenches as he hears laughter subdued by Thor, who caresses his long hair, fondling, kissing his icy front.
That touch seems to be Helfire.
Loki moans, feeling that hot mouth on his delicate skin.
‹‹ What witchcraft have you inflicted to me, you vile damned? ›› he insults him.
‹‹ You have a small sliver of my hammer underneath your skin, a necessary precaution so that your powers cannot give me quite any harm, ›› is the cryptic reply of the Prince.
‹‹ For this reason, I feel so fragile…? Do you want me to be your slave so that you can have your revenge upon me? ›› Loki ventures the hypothesis, tipping his face to avoid the unwelcomed attention of his hands.
‹‹ No. Not just a slave. Your humiliation would not satisfy me enough. For you… I decided quite a different fate. ››
Loki cannot get away from Thor's morbid caresses, his chin is captured by the Prince's irreverent fingers, which are lifting it just enough to meet their eyes.
‹‹ I can't imagine myself without you by my side… ›› Thor gets lost in those wonderful eyes, exciting like the most treacherous and fascinating among mermaids of lore, accentuated by the delicate ornamentation of the silk robe that artfully incorporates the color's intensity.
‹‹ Do you want to return me my title? ›› Loki asks incredulously, uncomfortably tackling those intense, crystalline eyes that act as irresistible magnets to attract everybody, and inevitably his thoughts cloud.
Two mirrors of sky dive in emerald waters, seduce, bind.
‹‹ Not exactly, brother. ››
Thor's smile looks sincere and Loki feels serenity radiating in an incomprehensible way, the golden hair and the armor make blind his sight and make him wonder of such brightness emanated.
The light of justice dominates upon the darkness of the won.
‹‹ I already told you not to call me so, we are not brothers! ›› Loki protests, proud yet nervous, shaking his head to try to arouse the lucidity.
‹‹ It is true; we are not. For this reason I made a completely different decision so you can be forever beside me. A link is also well regarded by Odin and Laufey, as capable of establishing the Alliance between our two peoples, ››
Thor states with solemn tone.
‹‹ How else…!? ››
Suddenly the mouth of the crowned Prince returns to claim the hostage's own, this time with arrogance, and as an indomitable chastisement it punishes that one unfinished question.
The enthusiasm makes Loki fall to the ground and he terrifyingly finds himself blocked by the body of the handsome, looming brother.
The young man desperately closes his lips, but only to feel them lapped by the tongue of his attacker, until compelled by urgent request of him to disclose them, finally accepting the claim of a kiss more intimate than its predecessor.
Tears of terror go down Loki's face, while he follows the persuasive game of Thor's talented tongue, allowing the encounter with him, moaning helplessly when he hears him grabbing his buttocks without any kindness, and the hardness of Thor's erection is there, against his abdomen, while having in those minutes of panic forced effusions.
When Thor eventually stops the kiss, Loki frees his rampage in an unrestrained weeping, shocked by an ardent initiative that would never believed to be on his side.
‹‹ You are crazy! I hate you and I curse you! Did you hear me? I cu– ›› his colorful expletives and the litany of insults have promptly gone silent by the hand of the other, which is put on his mouth.
‹‹ Shut up, Loki! ››
The submissive boy hears the voice of his Lord cracking and, baffled, observes Thor's eyes fill with suffering.
"What does it mean? Why that pain, if he won against me?"
Wonders the traitor.
Then a deep breath, and the expression of Thor goes back to an impassive one as his eyes gaze upon Loki without any compassion.
‹‹ You are promised to me. You will become a devout lover and faithful companion, and together we will open a new era on Asgard, which will sound peace and harmony among our peoples. ››
Loki's heart yet again misses a beat while listening to those words, still so hard to believe.
Thor, his Lord.
‹‹ You, are you positive about that…? ›› whispers the new fiancée, allowing him to wipe away his tears, too shocked to fight again against him.
‹‹ Yes, my beloved. We're not brothers, as you like so much to say, so I can have you as a groom. ››
Confirms Thor with a wry grin, and then kisses Loki's lips one last time and finally gets up from the floor, giving the boy temporary relief.
‹‹ You won't believe to have my consent, filthy coward? ›› cries Loki, as he sees Thor heading for the exit.
‹‹ From me, you will get only more contempt! ››
Thor stops his pace as he hears that threat, remaining motionless a few seconds. The younger holds his breath, fearing a violent reaction.
The answer to that declared hatred is, however, a loud laugh. And before reentering the corridor and leaving him lying on the cold marble, Thor gives him one last enigmatic look, one that even Loki cannot decipher.
‹‹ You may not be consent – not now at least – but I don't care, ›› states the future Lord of Asgard, coldly welcomed in the terrified air amidst the face of his Royal prisoner.
‹‹ I'll kill you, Thor. ››
Loki's promise is message of deep animosity, hate, and immeasurable emotions read by his eyes, charming reflections of his dark soul.
Loki hates him, deeply, and with all his being.
Thor is fascinated by the attractiveness of his future husband.
Loki's arrogant beauty leaves him breathless every time he admires it with too much perseverance, as threatening as his cruelty, enough for his lover to offset the total emotional vacuum.
Thor loves it, irrationally, with all his being.
‹‹ The maids will be here to prepare you for the evening. I want to enjoy your company at dinner, ›› states the crowned Prince.
‹‹ I will not eat at all with you! ›› screams the rebellious boy.
‹‹ Then you will not see neither food nor water if you reject sitting at my table. I will let you die in this room, ›› Thor threatens, raising the tone of his voice.
‹‹ Better to die than be yours, ›› his fiancée offends.
‹‹ It would take you days to die! ›› the Prince informs him, then continues ‹‹ …sorry to say that even if you don't eat, I'll rid myself of your 'duties' under the sheets, too, every night. ››
And Loki remains silent to hear the beating of his heart, as to hide the deafening noise of his suitor's boots, who abandons the room and vehemently closes the door behind him.
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Translation by Alessandra Zago
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