(Based on the idea that Thor was winking at Loki in the Thor movie, something that caught my attention and my imagination went at it again. Much like Lost In You, this diverges very early from the Thor movie, kind of like a 'What if this had happened instead' AU.)
Loki looked one last time at himself in the mirror, making sure every strap and part of his clothing was right. Finally the day that Thor had been waiting for and he'd partially been dreading: coronation day. He loved his brother, but he knew that he wasn't ready to rule. He was still too hardheaded, too arrogant, and no one in their right mind would give power to someone like that…except Odin was. That left it up to him, once again, to save Asgard and his brother from a massive mistake.
He lifted his helmet and put it on as the final touch before sweeping out of the room. His footsteps followed the well-rehearsed path, pausing only briefly when he saw his brother alone. There was a tenseness to his shoulders that was rarely there and maybe even Thor was having second thoughts. It made him hopeful that there was something beneath the arrogance worth saving, worth making him a ruler for. The glimpses of it were rare, but he saw it. He knew Thor would be a good king, if he had a bit of humility thrown in.
He didn't bother to hide his footsteps as he approached and Thor turned to look at him. "Are you nervous, brother?" he asked curiously.
"When have you ever known me to be nervous?"
Loki lifted an eyebrow. "You had best try that line on one of your many admirers. I have been with you through childhood and have seen everything there is to know about you."
"…Not everything."
Curious now, he asked, "Oh? Then what haven't I seen?"
Thor's blue eyes looked at him, for a moment seeming deep and fathomless. "You wish to know?"
"Well…yes."
Finally Thor shifted to look directly at him. "Loki, it is a very big day for me." The change in subject confused him and he tilted his head. Thor's hand came up to hold the back of Loki's neck as he was wont to do. "Will you give me a present for my celebration?"
"I would give you anything you ask for," he answered smoothly, hoping that if he could agree with Thor they could get back to the original topic and sate his ever-growing curiosity.
"You will give me your honor, your word, you will follow through?"
"Of course. When have I ever not honored a promise with you, Thor?"
He blinked as Thor drew him closer, enough they were almost breathing the same air. "Then after the coronation, tonight, I would have you in my bed."
Something in his mind froze and it was as if all thoughts came to a screeching halt. Thor couldn't have meant what he thought he'd meant. "…What?"
"You know what it is I mean, brother. You promised me a present; that is what I want."
He felt something shiver through him, a bundle of unnamed emotions that included both excitement and dread. Despite the rumors and gossip, Loki had never lain with any man, or had had any desire to do so before. "Thor…we are brothers," he tried to reason.
"Will you not honor your promise then?"
Thor's face was deadly serious; this was not a game to him, not a way to tease Loki. He had promised before he'd known what Thor was going to ask, but why shouldn't he? His brother was the only one that he had ever never needed to ask. They were too close for that, of course he would do anything, but this was something wholly different. Why would Thor ever want that? Maybe, just maybe, he was misreading and this truly was a great joke. He couldn't lie in Thor's bed, in his arms! The very thought was almost terrifying. Their relationship would be irrevocably changed and Loki would have given up something that he wasn't sure Thor even realized he would. For a man to lie underneath another man, since he was sure that was what Thor meant, would mean…
"Loki?"
"…I will honor my promise after the successful ceremony, when father has completed the coronation."
Thor nodded seriously before it slipped away and he let Loki go, smiling again and seeming as feckless as usual. Loki's heart was thudding painfully in his chest, his nerves jangling, but he attempted to soothe himself with the knowledge that he had made it clear that if the ceremony was completed successfully he would…and he had made sure that it wouldn't. He was never so glad before as now that he had already planned his disturbance ahead of time.
As Thor nudged him to leave first, Loki felt that touch burn through him even past his armor. Now that the subject had been broached, there was a tension between them that he felt. Had…Thor felt it this whole time? Was he the only one that hadn't? He could see the naked sexual need, the tension, in his brother's eyes and it was flooding Loki's system with adrenaline and an answering tension.
He took a deep breath, striving to keep his face blank so his mother standing next to him didn't notice anything. The hall was crowded, full of people, and Thor walked confidently down the long stretch to the dais. His exuberance didn't reassure Loki that he was ready to be king, and with a quick glance at his father, he could see it didn't reassure Odin either. By the time Thor had reached the steps, he had controlled himself.
There was that happy, confident grin, but there was something more to it than usual. When Thor looked at him and he winked, he couldn't help but look down. No, that grin wasn't just because of the coronation. As Odin stood and began to speak, Loki counted down the seconds. Any moment and it would be interrupted. The Jotun would be in the vault. The ceremony would fail.
A cold slither went down his spine as Odin pronounced Thor his heir officially and the crowd erupted in cheers. There had been no disturbance. What had those Jotun been doing?! Thor's eyes were just a little darker as he looked at Loki, and he had to wonder what his face looked like. Was he pale? Did he look apprehensive? Did he appear nervous?
Even as the celebrations took hold and everyone moved to another room, he tried to think of any way of getting out of it. Despite joining with others, drinking and eating, Loki could always feel Thor's eyes watching him. Only as sunset began to fall did Loki even attempt to slip away. He took a deep breath as he was in the cool hallway, telling his stomach to calm down, but honestly he had failed in the hours they'd been celebrating to come up with anything that would—
Thor's hands grabbed him and he spun instinctively, but unable to escape the arms that surrounded him. He had thought his brother drunk by now, but he was terrifyingly sober. "Tonight, brother, come to my room." A soft, delighted smile was showered on him. "I beg you to come in relaxed clothing." That smile slipped just a little and his hands touched Loki's face and cheeks at whatever he saw in his expression. "You need not fear, Loki."
"I'm not afraid," he whispered, a lie if he'd ever heard one.
There was disbelief in the gaze and he knew that he'd failed in convincing Thor. "I will not hurt you, Loki. I would rather die than hurt you, so do not fear tonight." Their foreheads touched briefly and for a moment he saw a look of pure contentment that he had very rarely ever seen on his brother's face. "I must return to the celebrations, but come to my room in an hour."
"…Yes."
Loki felt his heart thudding in his chest again, pounding against his ribs, as Thor walked away and only when he was alone did he gasp heavily. Thor had been right, damn him, he was afraid, but he wasn't sure of what. Thor didn't scare him; his brother had been nothing if not overprotective in his life and would never hurt him. Was he afraid of the changes that would come? No…
As he walked slowly to his own room to dispense with his armor, Loki cursed when he dug the answer deep down. No, he was afraid he might like it. He threw his helmet violently against the wall once he was alone, pacing over his rugs. There had to, had to be a way out of this, but whenever he thought of refusing his brother, that contented expression flashed before his eyes and his heart hurt. He'd always wanted to make Thor happy, in his own way, but why did it have to involve being so vulnerable?
Before he realized it an hour had gone by and he hadn't even begun to remove his armor. Cursing, he took his time regardless of the fact that he was late, even going so far as to take a bath, and nervously went to his wardrobe nude. Nerves were coming again and he gritted his teeth as he pulled on a pair of soft pants and robe. He didn't bother with slippers as he cautiously left his room, following the well-worn path to his brother's room.
It was at least an hour and a half late, as he had deliberately dawdled, but he felt a surge of vicious satisfaction in that. Thor didn't even know what he was asking, did he? He'd been handed the world on a platter today, given everything he'd ever wanted, and now he wanted even more. He wanted to possess Loki's body, likely for a fit of passion, just for one night. No, Thor was not cruel; he would not do this merely to humiliate his brother, but that didn't mean that it wasn't a spur of the moment desire.
He knocked lightly after making sure no one was around to see him, and the door was thrown open instantly. Thor had changed out of his armor into something equally loose, but the look in his eyes shamed Loki. He'd clearly thought, after an hour and a half, that he had chosen not to come. Hands grabbed him, and yanked him in, only to shut the door and press Loki against it.
"You're late. You're never late, Loki."
Rather than say he was lost in thought, he skipped that part and instead confessed, "I was bathing." Thor's eyes glanced at the tips of his black hair that were a tad damp. Relief seemed to flood Thor and the tension in his hands eased.
Before he realized it, that fear was flooding back to him as his brother leaned in, pressing their bodies together intimately. "Thank the Norns. I feared you had decided not to come."
Loki couldn't answer because then his brother's lips were on his. They were powerful, commanding, and yet somehow begging. His tongue lapped at Loki's closed lips in desperation and completely beyond his control, his mouth parted. When he felt his brother move in, pressing a knee between his legs and burying his tongue in his mouth, he moaned. It was not something he wanted to admit that he did, but it felt as if Thor thought he was drowning and the only thing that could save him was Loki's taste, his touch.
He found his hands coming up, touching Thor's biceps and it only seemed to encourage the man. When breathing became too great a need to ignore, the kiss ended only for Thor to yank his robe open and he began to leave open mouthed kisses down his neck. Loki's managed to grab his wandering mind just in time to let out a soft shout as Thor nipped at his nipples.
It felt…amazing, sending his nerve endings singing with pleasure, and why did Thor make this feel so good?! Those callused fingers had found the nipple he wasn't currently sucking on and pinched it, and a cry was wrenched out of his throat. Loki's knees went weak and if it hadn't been for his brother, he would have sunk to the floor.
Abruptly Thor pulled away, hands moving to his shoulders. "Shh, I'm sorry, Loki."
"What?" he muttered with a gasp.
"Loki…you're trembling."
He was? He looked at his hands and mentally cursed. They were shaking, his whole body was shaking. Why did Thor's touch make it seem as if he was on fire? He was burning and now that he had a minute, he realized he was hard and pressing into Thor's thigh intimately.
"I'm sorry, Loki. It's all right—"
"I'm not frightened," he spat, because that wasn't why he was shuddering. It wasn't fear, but arousal. His eyes glared at Thor. "This isn't your first time."
To his credit, his brother didn't look away. "No. I have lain with a man once before, in preparation."
"Preparation?"
"I needed to know how to hold you."
How…long had he been planning this? His brother, who could never hide anything from Loki, had somehow managed this? As he stared, stunned, Thor reached out and pushed his robe from his shoulders before looking hungrily at his pants. Fingers that were criminally nimble reached out and tugged at them, the loose material slipping down to his ankles. Color flooded Loki's cheeks as Thor's eyes didn't move from his groin and the erection there.
"By the Norns, Loki, you're beautiful!" was the whispered, awed curse. He tried to shift, now that his knees were working again, but his brother's hand was quicker and wrapped around him.
Loki let out a soft shout. While not exactly celibate, Loki had been very picky about whom he bedded and he hadn't been with someone in awhile. In the past few years, the only hand that had touched him was his own and the rough calluses, far more than his own, were a different sensation. Thor squeezed him just a little and he fisted his hands in arms of Thor's robe to keep himself still. His name was whispered in his ear and when he lifted his head, Thor stole a blistering kiss.
This time Loki found himself kissing back with a fierce, undeniable passion. It had surged in him abruptly, leaving him no time to track down from where it had come from. It only encouraged Thor and before he realized it, that hand had left his arousal to grip his thighs and lift him. He found himself being carried easily to the bed and his nerves came flooding back. He wasn't laid down particularly gently, but nor was he thrown.
Thor knelt on the edge of the bed near his feet, tossing his robe on the floor, but his eyes hadn't left Loki's naked body. Feeling a surge of embarrassment, though he had no idea why, he moved his hand to cover himself only to be stopped by his brother. The hand going for his crotch was yanked up and lips kissed and nudged at his fingertips instead.
His tongue came out, running along the creases of his palm and Loki shivered. Thor was not deterred and the muscle left a wet trail as it traveled down his arm, hand still held in Thor's, to his shoulder. His brother paid attention to a recent wound he'd received on his shoulder, massaging the scar tissue with his lips, but didn't linger too long.
"Thor," he half-moaned, trying to get his brother's attention, to at least let go of his hand, but naturally he was ignored. Instead, those lips had found his nipples again and this time, his nip left just a little bit of pain amid the pleasure. Loki shouted softly, having had no idea that he'd like that until it was done. A little frisson of nerves went up his spine at the realization, but before he could process it in depth, Thor was moving again.
It didn't take him long to realize just where Thor was going. He stiffened. "Wait, Thor—" he tried, but those hands were lightning quick as he pushed Loki's legs wide and licked along his erection. The shout was louder this time and his hips bucked just a little. The thought that a near-future king shouldn't be sucking a man off came to mind as an admonition, before it spun around and turned smug with the thought that Thor, the near-future king, was sucking him off.
Thor was lavishing attention on the sensitive flesh and he squirmed. He wasn't sure if he thought to get away or get closer, but those hands were commanding on his hips, telling him to stop. The passion was coming back, the same passion that had had Thor shoving him up against the door, unchecked and uncontrolled. He heard a clap of thunder outside just before he was enveloped in that burning, wet mouth.
His hips jumped, arching his back, with a keening wail that had been wrenched unwillingly from his throat. Loki dug his fingers into the furs. With a fatalist thought in his mind, he knew where that one hand was going, sliding from his hip to his chest. "Please don't," he whimpered just as those fingers had found his nipples again, pinching gently. It was too overwhelming, too good, and he cursed himself that this felt better than with any woman he'd ever been with. Thor's beard was lightly scratching his skin, reminding him with every twitch, with every passionate suck, just who it was holding him. What kind of man was he, to enjoy the sexual attentions of his own brother? He felt more arousal, more passion, right then than he had his entire life and it was with Thor.
One hand, quite out of his control, gripped tightly into that blond hair. If he tugged and hurt Thor, his brother didn't acknowledge it. Loki gritted his teeth, one leg accidentally kicking the bedpost as he tried to calm himself. He was getting closer and part of him didn't want to. He wanted to hold it off, keep going, because he had never felt such pleasure; pleasure that was threatening to addict him.
"Thor…!" he gasped, trying to warn his brother, because he was losing his teeth-and-clawed fight to hold off his orgasm. Loki tried to move his hips away, but there was a vice-like grip on his leg with Thor's other hand. "Thor…move…back!"
Thor didn't and he had no mental ability to plead anymore. Instead, his mind became a slave to his body, doing what it wanted, and it surged his hips up into that mouth and he let out a shout as he orgasmed. Thor swallowed all of it, the contractions of his throat and mouth only milking him further until he collapsed bonelessly back onto the bed.
Thor eased up, covering his body with his partially clothed one, and nuzzling his lips against Loki's neck. "Loki?"
Through his haze, he could feel Thor's throbbing arousal against his hip, but paid it little attention. In fact, he was so lost in his pleasant haze, he didn't even notice what Thor was doing. His legs still idly spread, his brother took advantage of it. Loki shouted when something wet slid between his legs and he jerked, looking down. Thor teased that ring of muscles before gently nudging a finger inside. Before he could help it, he clamped down around the invasion, his whole body tightening.
"Shh, Loki," Thor whispered as the rain began to fall. A breeze wafted, bringing the wet air into a room that seemed stifled with heat. Loki felt as if he was burning up and he welcomed the wind. Even the rain and thunder was good.
"Thor—"
A second finger pushed inside and he thrashed a little, but Thor leaned his body down to still him. "Don't fear this, brother. I know what to do and I swear, I swear on my life, on Mjolnir, that I will make you feel as if you've entered Valhalla. Please, I beg you, continue to trust me as you have before in our lives. I know this the most I have asked of you, that it would be easier to you to trust me if I asked you to do anything else, even leap from a cliff to the unknown, but I have never betrayed that trust, have I?"
So at least Thor knew that this was different. At least he knew that this was something momentous and what it meant for someone in Loki's position. A third finger slipped inside and then Thor did something, touched something, and whatever he had been about to say fled. "Thor!" he cursed, hips unconsciously jerking toward the fingers impaling him.
There was that soft smile again, Thor doing nothing other than watching as his writhed because of his ministrations, gently pressing and massaging that spot until he grew hard and wanton again. If it hadn't been Thor, if it hadn't been so soft and indulgent, so happy, Loki would have felt humiliated. He was a prince of Asgard. To be on his back beneath another man would be considered—
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt those fingers leave and he panted heavily. Loki blinked his eyes to get them in focus, watching as Thor's weight disappeared. His brother eased himself to his knees on the bed and untied the loose string on his pants before they dropped. He felt his heart sink a little, his nerves flooding back, as he couldn't help but look. Thor was thick and hung well and he was clearly throbbing in need…yet he had ignored himself the entire time. Where did the self-sacrificing foolishness come from? Why hadn't he asked Loki to—
Thor's hands gripped his thighs, moving his legs until they were spread and bent at the knees. Slowly they traveled down to his hips, lifting them a little as he settled in place, kicking his pants off the rest of the way in an absentminded fashion. Loki felt his apprehension grow. There was no way that was going to fit at all, and really, now that it had come down to it, he didn't think this was a good idea at all…
"Relax, brother," Thor whispered just before he pushed the tip of his erection inside. Loki let out a soft howl and he would have jerked away if it hadn't been Thor's hands on him. Thor took his time, moving slowly, despite the look of passion in his eyes that said he just wanted to rut so badly into his body. Loki would rather he just thrust once and bury himself inside because this slow entrance was only making things clearer to him that he didn't want to see.
As Thor reached the end, remaining motionless to let him deal with the pain, Loki knew that his apprehension had been right: he liked this. It was not befitting a prince of Asgard to like being held by another man, yet the experience completely overshadowed any time he'd ever had with any woman, no matter how good he'd thought it was at the time.
Thor's hands were on his face and taut neck. "Loki… Loki, you must relax." He felt Thor's forehead pressing against his chest as he dropped forward. "I didn't think… You're so tight, Loki. You're squeezing the life out of me…and it's so wonderful, I could be a beggar and not care."
"How…can I…relax?!" he demanded only to shout as Thor moved, pulling out…and pushing back in again. Thor seemed intently focused on his face and as he did it again, he shifted the angle and hit that something from before. The ache disappeared in a flood of pleasure and he bit his lip so hard it almost broke the skin to keep in his scream.
"Loki…my beautiful, beautiful Loki…" The pace was moving a little faster now and Loki let out a whimpering cry. Thor only compounded it when his lips attacked his chest again and he could feel his arousal rubbing along that muscled stomach occasionally in a tormenting teasing.
As the rutting truly began, when Thor's panting became heavy and ragged as he took his pleasure in a desperate manner, Loki despaired. This was what he was afraid of: that he'd love this, need this, too much. Not just because of the amazing sensations, but because it was Thor doing it to him. It was Thor that was trying so hard to make it equal, to not make Loki feel as if his stature was lowered; that was showering him with affection, putting his pleasure first before anything else. There was no way he could live without this anymore and damn his brother for doing this to him!
"Why, Thor?!" he spat, demanded, angered and betrayed that Thor had shown Loki things he wasn't ready, wasn't willing, to know and now it was too late. This couldn't happen again, it wouldn't; Thor would be required to marry to produce an heir, likely to Sif regardless of what he wanted, so how could he be so, so cruel as to make him realize just how much he loved his brother?!
Thor's movements slowed and stopped. Their eyes met and Loki didn't know what his were displaying. The sweat beading on that golden skin only seemed to enhance it and he looked every bit the god that Midgardians said they were. He was panting heavily, bracing his hands on the bed on either side of his chest.
"…Don't you know?" he asked, as if stunned that Loki was asking.
"Know what?!"
"Loki…I'm doing this—we're doing this—because I love you. I love you as a brother, but also as a man that has a passion for you. That loves you with an adoration almost like worship and just can't live with dreams alone any longer. I thought…I thought you knew. Isn't that why you agreed?" Thor's expression faltered and for the first time in his life, Loki saw fear on his brother's face. "Please…Loki…tell me that you feel the same. Please tell me…that I did not…"
"Did not what?"
The fear was increasing exponentially and those hands were gripping his upper arms now. "Loki… Loki, if you do not love me in this fashion, then what I've done to you… What I've asked you to do… It would be rape." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I thought you felt the same. Have I…misread you? Have all the years that I've held only a little hope in my heart been my own wishful thinking?"
"If you thought that I loved you back, why did you not just tell me?!" he challenged.
"Because we're brothers. You value our relationship so much, I could always see that, that I was afraid if I told you, you would say no if only because of that. I was growing desperate, Loki, and used the coronation for a chance. …I knew what you planned."
He went cold at that. "What?"
"I knew you planned to let the Jotun in. Heimdall caught sight of you just once returning from Jotunheim. He told me and I asked him to remain silent, I would take care of it. The Jotun never made it to the palace…but I took advantage of it anyway. You agreed, didn't you, because you thought the coronation would not succeed. Does this mean that…"
Loki stared at Thor, at his desperate expression, and could see self-hate beginning to rise. That he could be manipulated so by a man that he swore was an idiot most of the time… He wasn't sure what to do, what to say. Thor shifted, taking his silence as something else entirely, and shifted his hips, pulling back. Loki wasn't sure what he was doing, only that he puffed out a breath of air and his body moved on its own without his permission once again. His legs wrapped around his brother's hips and he gasped out, "No!"
Thor froze instantly. "Loki?"
Despite his unwillingness, color touched his pale cheeks again. "Don't… Don't do that." The hope that chased the fear away was almost painful on his brother's face. "Please…don't do that."
"You must tell me, Loki, now. Did I misread you?"
He closed his green eyes, unable to look at the man above him as he admitted in a raw voice, "No, you didn't."
With his eyes closed, he didn't see Thor move, but he felt it as suddenly the thrust was hard and full of passion. He yelled, only for his voice to be cut off by his brother's tongue. He wondered if that was himself in the taste, but found he didn't care. The love, the passion, the excitement that Thor bore down on his body made him tremble again with pleasure. "I love you, Loki," he whispered in his ear. "I will love you all my days, past even Ragnarok."
Loki couldn't answer, though, because Thor was flooding him with too much. His hand had reached between them to stroke his erection and he was nipping, sending sizzles of pain and pleasure from his nipples and all he could do was let out a soft scream. "Thor!" The fingers of one hand gripped the braids and strands of Thor's hair while his other gripped the headboard so tight his knuckles went white. He hissed through clenched teeth as he barely held back a wave of pleasure so intense it was signaling the end.
Thor seemed intent to make him mad, not stopping and only increasing what he was doing. His teeth captured his nipple and he tugged lightly just as one finger teased his slit. That was bad enough, but when Thor's thrust slammed into him one last time, he just couldn't hold against the tide. His back arched and he screamed again, covering himself and Thor with his release, some even hitting Thor's chin.
As he panted, coming down from the second climax of the night, Thor's motions grew frantic and uncontrolled. He was nearing the end then and Loki merely let his head fall back against the pillows beneath him, eyes closing as he focused, as he just felt the sensations without pleasure clouding his mind. He could feel the desperate trembling above him and there was just a little thrill knowing that he was causing this. Thor was beholden to his body to seek his release.
His fingers eased gently through his brother's hair, lifting his head from where he had pressed his forehead against his chest. Blue eyes were hazy and a slave to his lust, to his love, for his brother. Suddenly his fear of this moment, of being held by Thor because of what it denoted for his position, seemed foolish. Right then, he was the most powerful, allowing Thor his pleasure and knowing that he had the power to stop it. The mighty, newly anointed king was a slave to his wishes.
"Loki," Thor whispered in warning, but when he moved to pull out, he stopped him.
"No, Thor," he told him, clamping down around him. "Inside me." He tugged the man down, seeing the question 'are you sure' bold and clear in the hazy blue eyes. "I said, inside me," he ordered softly.
Thor nodded, pulled out, and thrust in one last time before he let out an earth-shattering howl of pleasure and release. Loki memorized the look the on his brother's face, the expressions that flooded him, the way he moved. The tension in his arms as it took all he had to hold himself up after he'd finished so he didn't fall on Loki.
This time when his brother made to pull out, he allowed him to and the god of thunder collapsed half on him, half on his side, burying his face in his pillow. "Loki," he slurred a little, panting heavily. His hand came up, twining in Loki's hair and pulling him close until they were tangled together.
"…Congratulations on your coronation," he murmured as he felt Thor's other hand slide over his hip to grip his rear in a slightly possessive gesture.
Thor smiled. "Thank you." It faltered a little. "You are not angry with me?"
He thought about it, remembering the anxiety in his room, the fear that had consumed him about what might happen, and wondering just where this would leave him in the future. No, the only way to assure his future…
"No," he whispered, already a plan in place. "Put your fears to rest, Thor." He hoped Thor was about to memorize his next words because he would never repeat them. "You were right."
As the rain continued, and Thor smiled winsomely at him, Loki knew that it was up to him to keep both of them safe from now on. Thor had bravely taken the first step, now it was his turn to take the rest.
