Every day for a month, Loki spent his time in the library searching for a cure and every night for a month, Thor turned in a raving beast as soon as the rays of the Moon bestrided the crown of the eastern mountains. Loki would lay awake at night, listening to his brother's howling and hear his massive form smash against the walls of his prison.

He had never witnessed Thor's beastly form, those yellow eyes the only thing he had seen for himself of the beast. He would walk the golden halls of the Palace in the daylight, overheard chattering and whispered words adjoin to give life to a terrible and wild shape in his head.

'Golden fur' whispered a woman in a green dress, 'fangs like knives' said a mother to her child, 'claws like sickles' said a guard with only one arm. One night, his curiosity almost had the best of him, he clambered in a fever like state to the dark mouth of the tunnel which brought to the dungeons, Thor's inhuman calls echoing in his ears, the walls almost trembling under his sweaty palms. Loki spent that fateful night in the farthest recess of the library and there he met the end of his searching.


The Beast had been a Titan, a Giant of the Old, of the Time when Yggdrasil had been young and the fabric of the Universe had yet to unfold completely. Those indescribable forces had been nothing but little delves in the space-time but, like water catching in a rift in the earth, the atoms had started to cluster in the little grooves in the space, gravity pulling more and more matter toward them, until those terrible shapes had been born. Their bodies so big that, everywhere they went, they rubbed something off of them, infusing part of their essence in the surrounding life, until nothing was left but legends and myths.

"So Thor was 'infused' with... What? 'Nature incarnated'?" Loki asked skeptically, his hands closing the dusty tome in front of him.

"Yes." the Augur replied vaguely.

"Very well. And how do we get rid of this..." Loki trailed off with a wide swipe of his hand.

"Oh, but we can't!" The old man's bushy eyebrows climbed toward the hem of his ridiculous purple hat. Loki pressed his lips together in a thin line.

"What do you mean 'we can't'?"

"Well, we can't destroy the matter, you are a sorcerer, you should know that. Nothing is destroyed and nothing is created, it's just a matter of turning something into something else and-"

"I know. Okay, I rephrase. How do we turn that thing into something else and get it out of my brother?"

"Well..." The Augur wrinkly hands grabbed one of the ancient tomes strewn on the table, his old fingers turning pages at an incredible speed, until Loki found himself facing an intricate diagram.

The young prince examined the book for a couple of minutes.

"I don't get it." He said shaking his head.

"Try to turn the book to the left" suggested the old man.

Loki's scream could be heard all the way down to the dungeons where Thor was stuffing his mouth full of almost raw meat.


"I will never... Never-!" Loki rambled on while walking circles around his father's study chair.

"Your Majesty, the more we wait the more the changes in Prince Thor's person will be permanent. Already a month has passed!" The Augur said, his hands thrust in the ample opening of the opposed sleeves.

"You are an old, sick man!" Loki accused, leaning toward the old wizard from behind the back of the chair he had been circumnavigating in a loop.

"Please Loki, calm yourself." Odin said raising a placating hand. "I cannot tell you what to do, this is your decision to make. Are you willing to 'sacrifice'" Odin cleared his throat. "To 'sacrifice' yourself for your brother? For Thor?".


That night, Loki was escorted to Thor's cell by a small group of guards. He held his cloak tightly to his body, partially because he was trying to reign in his tremblings, and partially because, except for his boots, he was completely naked under the thing.

"That is a very brave thing you are doing, young Loki." The old Augur said, munching absently on his hawthorn pipe.

"Shut. Up." Loki groused out from behind clenched teeth.

"You need not worry. He has been fed and, if the situation will take the wrong turn, you could always use your magic to stun him." said the wizard jovially.

"Yes, thank you." Loki grumbled, the sound of one of the guard opening the cell door almost covering his words.

Trembling, he stepped inside.

The door closed behind him with an ominous bang. Loki surveyed the inside of the small room, his cold fingers knotted in the soft fabric of his cloak, it was dark and damp, he noted, the air permeated with the smell of fresh straw and wet dog fur.

"Oh, Borr..." Loki said in a shuddering tone. From the left corner of the room a pair of almost luminescent yellow eyes where watching him. A low growl invaded the small cell as the dark, massive form of his mutated brother was silhouetted against the pale Moon.

Thor advanced on him on his hind legs, the width of his shoulders obscuring the little window behind him. Loki scrunched his eyes shut and let the cape fall off.

He gasped loudly when the werewolf pressed his cold, wet snout to his stomach, displeased by the loud sound Thor started to growl anew, his hackles raising menacingly. Loki dug his fingers in the stone wall behind him forcing himself to relax. "Please Thor, please. It's me, Loki. It's me. It's-" his trembling voice shattered completely when the wet muzzle traveled lower, from his stomach to the soft flesh of his belly. He clamped his mouth shut when a hot, raspy tongue started to lick the spare trail of hairs that led from his navel to his pubes.

Loki could feel the wetness between his cheeks from earlier, when he had prepared himself, the idea that his first time with a man -and as a man- would have been with his brother turned werewolf was just... Just... He had no appropriate words to describe it.

Loki was marginally relieved to take note that, for the time being, Thor seemed pretty happy with just tongue-bathing him.

When little drops of coldness landed on Loki's feet he noticed his brother was salivating profusely. He tried not to be his usual fastidious self, ignoring the slimy trickles of drool running down his thighs. With a nervous sigh, Loki thudded the back of his head against the stone wall behind him, he was trying to keep his movements to a minimum as not to upset the beast, but when his tongue traveled lower still to lick at his limp cock, his legs gave a startled jerk.

With a roar Loki was hurl to the floor, straw the only cushioning to his fall. He tried to scramble on his feet but the beast was on him in a second. Thor's clawed hands wrapped around his upper arms, pressing him to the ground. Loki was sure that, any moment now, Thor's sharp teeth would descend upon him. He tried to steady his mind, calling forth his magic to buy himself some time and try a daring escape, when the feeling of something hot and wet trickling on his back jarred his concentration.

With an horrified and incredulous expression on his face, Loki turned his head to confirm his suspicions. Yes, yes Thor was definitely peeing on him.

"As soon as this is all over, I'm going to kill you." He grumbled, trying to keep the hysterics out of his voice. On his behalf, Thor, seemed pretty pleased with himself. He started to sniff Loki all over, his growl turning in to a pleased rumble, now that his brother had a more 'appropriate' smell he seemed calmer.

With a last, satisfied snort, Thor pulled away from Loki, crouching down and starting to lap up water from a shallow bowl on the floor.

Loki turned to look at him with wide eyes, irritation replacing fear in his mind. How dare he? He had been, terrorized, covered in drool, thrown to the floor and pissed on! And now Thor had the gall to ignore him!

Loki stood on trembling legs, taking some uncertain steps toward the corner on the room where his discarded cloak had fall earlier. Hot humiliation was starting to burn his cheeks, he had consented to- to mate with a beast, to debase himself like this and now Thor refused him. 'Well, let him stay a beast' thought Loki placing a hand against the wall and bending over to retrieve his cape from the floor.

A clawed set of hands closed around his hips.

He tried to swallow and raised his eyes, on the wall in front of him he could see Thor's wide shadow slipping lower. He seemed to not be properly clean, yet. The wide stripe of Thor's tongue licked at the oil he had used to slick his passage, the raspy sting of his taste buds lessened by the copious amount of saliva.

Every time Thor's tongue caught his testicles with a too wide swipe intended for his hole, Loki could feel the heat in his loins unfurl a little bit more. He felt a flash of teeth against the inside of his cheek and the wet heat of Thor's breath where his nose was pressed against the coccyx of his sacrum. When Thor unfolded his lips and gave out a low rumble, Loki let out a moan and pressed his sweating forehead to the cool stone wall in front of him. Finally, finally- This time Thor lost no time, he grabbed Loki's hips in a crushing grip, laid his shaggy head between his shoulder blades and started to hump him.

The fast, hard shoves almost sent his reeling against the wall while the frantic motion jarred his curses, making his teeth click repeatedly. That idiot was NEVER going to catch his hole at this rate! Loki could feel the wet, hot rod smearing streaks of fluid against his naked buttocks, all sounds drawn out by Thor's panting in his ear.

When the werewolf let out a frustrated groan, Loki wanted to reach behind him, take the other's shaft in his hand and guide it to his channel, but the vigorous thrusting hindered his actions. He tried to lower his torso and push back his hips to spread his cheeks more and make the process easier, the little nub on the tip of the wolf's cock catching his hole a couple of times, signaling that he was doing the right thing. When he bended his knees a little Thor was finally able to push inside and with a snarl he surged forward, smashing Loki's face against the wall.

"You absolute jerk!" he shrieked when the phosphene disappeared from his sight, leaving him to clutch his pulsing nose. Thor, on his part, seemed pretty happy to ignore him, pistoning his hips in earnest against his brother's ass.

With the pain in his face receding, Loki, was finally able to concentrate on the pain in his behind. At this rate, with the slick red flesh dilatating his opening and the frenzied movements irritating the delicate skin there, he was probably going to develop a set of interesting carpet burns.

It wasn't long before Loki's knees started to rattle with the strain of his position, he tried to support his weight and Thor's one but when the mating neared it's peak and his brother shifted his barycenter forward, his joints gave out.

They collapsed on the floor with a yelp, the wolf never stopping his mindless rut within him. Loki had just started to shift searching a position where the straw wouldn't prick him when the werewolf stopped. Loki stopped too.

Maybe the wolf had just passed out after his coupling. Loki tried to look over his shoulder, and even thought he could see nothing but a pink tongue lolling out from in between an impressive set of fangs, he could feel that the muscles in the massive body pinning him to the floor had not gone completely limp, the wolf was obviously awake and waiting.

What he was waiting for became clear when Loki felt the pressure in his bowels increase, he hid his reddening face against his crossed arms while the organ inside him started to swell. Loki felt like tearing his hair out, hot tears of shame were trailing down his flushed cheeks, the straw under him making his inner thighs and belly hitch, the werewolf's fur sticking at the sweat-damp skin of his back.

He could feel little jolts of movements coming from the massive form above him, jostling the mass of hard flesh and fluids inside his rectum and pressing against his prostate, enough to stir his manhood to life but not to bring him any release. When the younger prince figured out that the rhythmic tremors were caused by his brother wagging his tail he threw all cautiousness to the wind and hit the wolf where he could reach. He could already feel the seals traced earlier on his skin tingle and warm and it was with grim satisfaction that he heard the wolf yelp and whine, trying to tear out his flesh were he was joined with Loki in a desperate attempt to escape the incantation. Ignoring the pain Loki clamped his muscles with vengeance, trapping the scared animal within himself.

The sorcerer could feel little streams of power leak from his brother's flesh where they were joined, insinuating in his skin and gathering under the now visible diagrams on his back and abdomen. The streams soon turned in a river and then in a flood, Loki came with the terrorized whine of his brother in his ears and then passed out.

When Loki came to, the first sight to greet him was that of his brother in his human form, completely naked, huddled in a corner and watching him with huge, dazed eyes. Loki cleared his throat and drew his numb legs to his chest to preserve some of his modesty. It proved to be the wrong move when Thor glued his eyes between his legs and whined with an ashen face. Loki cringed and shifted his legs to cover the wolf's come dribbling out of his still lax opening.