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He was in deep waters, swimming half conscious and half blind. He was not even afraid. It was as if he could breathe with each movements of his legs and arms. He was fine and he didn't have to reach the surface for air, nor even to open his eyes.
But lights and sounds, although faint, forced themselves into his blurry mind, tearing through his feeling of well-being. Something was happening out of this comfortable watery mist and it needed his attention.
He couldn't help it. He was opening his eyes to the light. He tried resisting but he slowly awoke to the regular pounding of…
Thor was awake. Brutally.
He was moving, or rather, his body was moving in a familiar rhythm all by itself. He was plunging into an even more familiar softness that brought a well-known pleasure. He could have laughed at himself. He was so tired he fell asleep while honoring his latest conquest and kept doing it while still slumbering. He was amazed. Fandrall and Volstagg would have a huge fun if they knew. He was about to apologize to his partner when he focused on her face, her red fiery mane, her features that reminded him of someone…
Sigyn.
He was fucking Sigyn.
He was having sex with his one and only sister-in-law.
That was her, no doubt. Her eyes were closed shut and she was biting her lower lip. She was lost in whatever pleasure or pain her brother-in-law was giving to her. He tried to talk, to scream, but he had difficulties with moving his tongue. Worse, he tried to stop but he simply couldn't. As if he was a ghost in a magic armor. Thinking, being present, but having no power about its actions. Finally, his tongue seemed to be back on its track and he managed to croak.
"Sister..."
It was like talking through a wall.
It made Sigyn open her eyes and then she realized he was struggling. "Thor ! You're back !" She looked incredibly relieved but Thor was just in a massive confusion. Was it a dream ? A nightmare ? He was cheating on his brother with his brother's wife, what in the name of hel was this insanity ?
"Brother ?"
To Thor's absolute horror, here came the last straw. He heard the voice and felt the hand and knew whose they were before he even tried to turn his head. He couldn't, so he turned his eyes in their sockets until he had a side view. It was utterly grotesque.
Loki was there. Next to them, on the bed. THAT was madness. The cheated husband was standing near the adulterous couple as if it was perfectly normal to commit a tryst in front of the wronged party.
"Loki... Sorry..." Thor struggled to talk. It was so hard. Why was it so hard? If only he could just stop this dreadful pounding that brought no pleasure anymore!
"Brother, it is all right..."
Thor couldn't even move his head. What in the name of Hel Loki was babbling about? Of course it was NOT all right! Loki should stab them both for their treason, why was he saying that?!
All the most pathetic cliches rammed through his poor swimming brain. From "This is not what it looks like..." to "SHE did it!" The last one was cowardly and low. Unworthy of the Mighty Thor. But said Mighty Thor could NOT even think straight with his body acting on its own and the pain of an impending and unwanted orgasm brought him. No, no, no, NO! He was NOT going to enjoy THIS!
"Brother... can't help..." Thor wanted to scream, to cry like a baby but he was a prisoner in his own flesh, a helpless puppet. He felt his brother caressing his back, as if Thor was a reluctant stallion.
"Ssh, do not fight it, brother. It is almost over." Then Loki pulled gently Thor's face between his hands and kissed him. Not an affectionate on-the-cheek brotherly kiss. He actually gently pulled his tongue between Thor's teeth, like a lover.
On normal circumstances, Thor would have smacked Loki to the ground. Instead he pitifully came, against his will.
It was as if an invisible puppeteer had brutally cut their strings. Thor collapsed on his side (without crushing Sigyn, luckily). Loki held them both but he had to lie on his side while his wife went to hide herself on his chest, shivering in his arms. Thor was breathing with difficulty. In his state of shock he saw Loki gently holding Sigyn and cooing to her while keeping a hand on his brother's shoulder.
Thor was about to scream that this madness was Loki's doing (he was visibly in charge, here) but he noticed his brother's state.
Loki had a badly bitten lower lip, he had bruises on his shoulders and arms as if he had been held down by someone very strong (and those marks didn't look fresh.) His inner thighs were even more bruised, this time recently. And Sigyn was marked almost in the same way, as he could see from her legs and arms.
It looked as if.. as if…
Something dark, something cold and ghastly recovered Thor entirely. It emptied the air from his lungs. He had never felt so weak and so stunned in his whole life. It was worse than the most bloody battle with the most horrendous enemies. He locked eyes with Loki and his brother's distraught expression was a simple and direct confirmation of what he was dreading.
"I raped you both."
It was a statement.
"No! No, brother, no! It wasn't you!" Loki was talking very fast, raising his free hand to placate Thor.
"I did! I raped you both! Oh, gods! Oh, GODS!"
Thor's voice was getting octaves higher, his brain was twirling faster and faster, he was going insane.
He would have if two pairs of arms, one softer than the other, hadn't grabbed him and held him tight, if two bodies hadn't locked with his so tightly they felt as one, if a doubled warmth hadn't stopped the horrible freezing that congealed his mind in a deadly spiral.
Thor calmed down. He was on his back, tangled in a messy bunch of limbs, Loki on his left, Sigyn on his right. His hand on Thor's chest, her arm around Thor's neck, her and his legs around Thor's hips and thighs... They were all shaking, Thor in absolute confusion and despair, Loki and Sigyn out of scare for him and maybe exhaustion. Thor looked at their pale faces, first Sigyn and then Loki. They looked worried and tired, but not destroyed nor terrorized by their attacker.
Without thinking, he pulled them both to his chest. They rested their heads on his shoulders. Their touch was so gentle it proved Thor that they still trusted him, whatever might have happened.
When Thor's heart ceased to play a wild music against Loki's fingers and his breathing came back to normal, he managed to speak normally.
"What happened ?"
He felt them both sigh with relief at the same time. He would have find it cute if they weren't in this complicated situation. Wait... "Cute" ?
"Brother, you've been possessed for a fortnight... It was a very strong long-distance curse..."
"We couldn't trace it but we have suspicions..." That was Sygin.
Here they go again, Thor thought. They talked in sync, as if they shared the same mouth. Thor realized he didn't find that "cute"... He found it...
"You came to us one night and... well..."
"If we had fought you, it would have ended badly..."
He found it... annoying, infuriating, irritating, damn it!
"And that was probably what the culprit wanted..."
" ...The scandal, somebody getting hurt or killed ..."
"... And now it has failed, there is a risk for something more direct..."
"...We need to know, brother, what is the first thing you remember ?"
Thor breathed heavily. He could see clearly now what had really happened.
"I was jealous of you two. I wanted what you two have. That's how they got through my mind."
