Theodore was born on a stormy night in year 1075., somewhere in the countryside, in the middle of Kingdom of France, where nobody batted an eye once he was left at the gate of the monastery. At least he was given away to someone instead of being drowned in the river like an unfortunate kitten, so he could have been considered really lucky.
An unwanted child, blue eyed and with a hair of gold, people often wondered how come nobody wanted him. His parents from Midgard didn't want him, and his father in Asgard condemned him to live as this child, Theodore, his true identity forgotten, his love buried deep in his heart, where no one, not even himself, could find it.
He was raised by the monks, who had high hopes in him, that he himself will one day put on a robe, hang a cross around his neck and spread the word of God across the kingdom. For he was a good child, a golden child and as he grew, people around him started noticing he was unlike any other peasant hey had ever met. There was something in him, that made them wonder if maybe he was meant for bigger things in life than just be ordained.
A smile was always upon his face, ready to help to anyone who asked. The locals came for his help when they were in need. He will help out on the field, around the farm, he'll do anything, everything for his friends and neighbours, for that was how he was raised.
He spent his days helping others and his nights reading the Bible, trying to understand the word of God. Only on stormy nights would he get a little nervous, lying in his bed, tossing and turning, as if he was missing something, something he couldn't even remember existed. As much as he loved nights like those, he feared them as well, for they made him feel this way, nostalgic without a reason. But in the morning, everything would be just fine and he would regain his good will, continuing his peaceful countryside life, unbothered by the things he couldn't explain.
And then the day came, when pope has called upon all the knights and warriors of the realm, to join his 'holy' cause, to regain the city of Jerusalem and make it into a Christian stronghold.
Thor living as Theodore, raised as he was, decided to join the crusaders, leaving the plains and forests of France behind, wielding a sword, killing in the name of God, for that was what he was told to do. Serving under the command of Godfrey of Bouillon, he crossed half Europe and reached Middle East, leaving a bloody trail behind, a sin repented by that cross sewn onto his shirt and painted across his shield. For it was all done with a true cause on his mind.
In year 1099. he found himself in Jerusalem, inside the walls, as the city has fallen, leaving thousands of Muslims and Jews to flee for their lives. Those were the lucky ones, people who managed to escape and seek refuge outside of the city, the rest were slaughtered brutally on the spot.
And as the day came to its end, Thor felt he can no longer fight, the wound on his abdomen spouting blood, causing him to lose his consciousness. His last thought was that this might be the end and that he will probably die, but it wasn't such a bad notion, for he knew he would end up in Heaven - after all God was probably proud of the work he has done.
Three days later, he woke up, unable to recognize the place he was at, for he didn't quite imagine Heaven to be so… plain. But the face of the person before him sure belonged to an angel, causing Thor to smile and extend his arms in his direction.
"I gave him too much anaesthetic." The angel rolled his eyes and poured a cup of freezing water into Thor's face, causing him to jump up, which was quite painful, considering the stabbing wound.
"What are you doing?! You're not an angel!" Thor shouted at the man who just looked at him, confused.
"Um… who said I was one in the first place." He answered calmly and handed him a towel. "Here, wipe yourself off. And lie back down, you shouldn't be moving."
"Who are you?!"
"No one important. Now calm yourself down or you'll wake the rest of my patients up." The man ordered and brushed his black hair behind his ear. "You should be out of danger, but you still need to rest. I barely managed to sew your intestines back in, it would be a shame if you were to mess up the work."
He said and left Thor alone, surrounded only by other sleeping men, in what seemed to be a large tent serving as a temporary hospital.
He tried to remember if he has seen this man somewhere before, for there was something oddly familiar about his face and his green eyes and the way he rolled them when he was annoyed. But he couldn't have been one of the crusaders, right? Because, as long as Thor knew, they had no skilful men of medicine, only butchers who couldn't have done this marvellous job of sewing him up.
He touched his scar despite the pain and wondered about the mysterious man who was able to perform such a miracle.
The next few days he would use every opportunity to stop the man and ask him something, but the answer was never satisfying. When he came to change his bandages, he asked him if he could consider him a friend and all he got as an answer was a simple no. Being saved by this man made Thor feel connected to him in a way and wanted to get to know him better.
From his fellow injured men, he found out that the dark haired man's name was Lot and he was a half Muslim half Jewish man, trained in medicine and now allied with crusaders and healing their wounded. It wasn't much, but at least now he knew his name.
The next time he was paid a visit, he called him by his name.
"Hey, Lot!"
"I don't remember telling you my name." The man said as he removed Thor's stitches, inspecting the wound and its progress of healing.
"I guessed it." Thor smirked playfully but his smile soon turned into a painful expression, caused by his healer's hand pushing deeper into his wound.
"Are you mad? You're going to kill me?!" Thor cried out.
"Wouldn't that be a shame? It would make all my work in stitching you up worth nothing." He smiled wickedly, his hand still pressing.
"Let go!" Thor begged.
"You first, fair knight. Let go of me, let me be and I will do the same." He whispered into his ear, letting him know he had to stop with his questions and pestering.
"Fine…" Thor sighed. "I will…"
Once the pressure was off, Thor panted heavily, checking if there's blood on his stomach.
"I'm releasing you tomorrow morning, you recovered perfectly." Was the last thing he heard as the dark haired man walked away.
Loki returned to his house, throwing his medicine bag on the ground in anger. He cursed and poured himself a cup of wine, drinking it thirstily in one gulp.
At least one good thing came with this Christian invasion and that was the amount of alcohol they brought with themselves. In all his thirty years living on Earth as Lot, Loki never followed any rules for he belonged to no religion. His mother was a Jewish servant girl but he had never met her and his father was a wealthy Muslim merchant, or so the rumour said. It didn't matter, for streets of Jerusalem were the only parent Loki has known in this lifetime and it was here where he was raised. At least up until he was taken in by an old man of science, whose kindness he repaid with his body.
But it wasn't always that bad, it was thanks to that man he got an education and training in medicine which finally resulted in him inheriting his practice, along with the huge house and the garden after the man died from… 'natural' causes after drinking some poisonous wine.
In spite of all the bad things happening to him, Loki always managed to swim out on the surface, to survive even if it meant getting wounded in the process. Even upon the siege and fall of his city, he remained unharmed, thanks to his skills that were needed. And it wasn't that difficult, turning your back on the people who never accepted you in the first place, because of your mixed heritage.
Being cool and calculated was the only thing he has known and it was thanks to that he managed to survive this long, never feeling anything for anyone, hating the world and the people in it, then why did he finally feel something now?! Something opposite of hate and anger?
He was unable to rationalize the feeling of warmth around his heart upon seeing that sincere smile on Thor's face and the honesty in his clear blue eyes. No one has ever made him feel anything, then how come this big idiot made him all warm on the inside?!
"Go to Hell, knight!" He yelled to himself as he grabbed his chest, trying to calm his heart down, as he sought the assistance of sleeping potion in order to be able to fall asleep that night.
The next day, he ordered someone else to see 'Theodore' off, unable to face him. It was for the best, he thought. But he didn't count on that man's persistence, and soon, the young knight started bumping into him randomly in all places, pretending to be surprised by the meeting. Whether it was on the market or the inn, the young knight was always smiling at him goofily or waving a hello.
One day, after his shift has ended and he returned to his house, just as he poured himself something to drink, there was someone knocking on his door. His mind has told him answering the door will start an unwanted chain of events, but his heart was quicker and the door was open and there he was, standing before him, with that damned smile of his.
"I came for a check-up." Thor said and entered without being invited.
"I've seen you around the city, doing just fine, no need for one." Loki hissed away, walking two steps back, finding something eerily disturbing in Thor's presence.
"So, you've been looking for me?" Thor smirked victoriously, causing Loki to blush.
"I just happened to see you, everywhere I went, there you were. It was as if you were stalking me." He grunted.
"Maybe I was." Thor shrugged, his answer was sincere.
Loki looked at him, in awe, he wasn't used to people like this one.
"I wanted to thank you for healing me, but you never gave me the opportunity to approach you." He continued.
"I would have done it for anyone, it's my job, remember?! Helping people, even the enemy." Loki tried to keep his cool, but he soon lost it, for the sound from the outside made him shiver.
"Are you afraid of thunder?" Thor asked, amused by this new sudden change in 'Lot's' demeanour. He no longer stood before him proudly with an air of arrogance, but more modest, his posture hunched and pupils widened.
"No, it just came as a surprise. I hate thunder, it's a bad omen." He said as he remembered this was one sound of nature he has always hated. There was just something about it that made him shiver on the inside, he first thought it will pass once he becomes an adult, but with time, it has only gotten worse.
"It reminds me of home." Thor said nostalgically.
"If you miss your home so much you shouldn't have come here in the first place, you child." Loki snorted, proud of his quick wit, trying to play his fear of thunder off by focusing on someone else's weaknesses.
"I had to come here." The knight took another step in Loki's direction, closing the gap between them. "First, I thought of this as my holy duty, but now I see this all was supposed to happen so I could meet you." He lifted up his right arm and tried to cup Loki's face with his palm, upon which his hand was slapped away.
"Don't spout nonsense." He laughed at him. "You think this is destiny? No! It's nothing but a circumstantial accident that we ran into each other, one I wish to forget."
"Don't say that!"
"What do you know about life anyway, you were ready to sacrifice yours in the name of some faceless deity, you idiot!"
"And I did. I died that day from the wound and was resurrected by your hands." Thor came closer once again, now grabbing Loki's hands into his own, squeezing them tightly. "These hands!" He kneeled and kissed Loki's slender fingers, nuzzling his face in his delicate palms.
"What are you doing?" Loki sighed, unable to free himself from this tight grasp.
"I need you to heal me…" Thor mumbled still not letting go of Loki's hands.
Loki knew his defences were to fall any minute now, for seeing this large man on his knees made him feel weak in his own. He knew nothing could ever come out of this liaison, but he still caved in and disregarded the voices in his head telling him not to do it.
"What do you want?"
"You…" Thor looked up, his eyes sparkling.
"Fine… follow me." He whispered seductively into Thor's ear and walked slowly to his chambers, turning around just to see if he was behind him.
"What are you doing?" The knight was a bit confused by this sudden shift in personality.
"I'm healing you." Loki smirked as he disappeared in the dark room, causing Thor to quicken his pace in order to catch up.
He lit up some candles just so they wouldn't be in complete darkness and started to undress. He pushed Thor onto the bed, his expression still out of it.
"I assume you've never done it with a man? Being as religious as you are…" Loki said mockingly.
"Um… I never… with anyone, actually." Thor was grateful for the dim lightning, hoping the redness of his face wouldn't be as noticeable in this half dark room.
"Do you even have any idea of what's supposed to happen here?" Loki teased as he removed his last part of clothing, standing stark naked in front of the knight.
"I've seen sheep do it. And horses." Thor remembered his days helping out on the farms and answered bluntly.
Loki frowned as he reached for some oil and poured it over his hand.
"I'm not just some mare you're about to fill up with your semen, blondie."
"I know that. I'm going to fill you up with my love." He smiled as he tried to get rid of his breeches, uncovering his fresh scar, under which he was already half hard.
"You certainly have some nerve, boy, but remember one thing – this is it. After we do the deed, and your hunger's satisfied, we're done." He warned him as he pushed his fingers inside his tight entrance, trying to loosen it up quickly.
He finally straddled him, positioning himself right over Thor's cock, one hand on his shoulder the other guiding the throbbing member in. Thor arched his hips a bit, trying to get it in sooner than Loki intended but was soon met with a sharp pain in his abdomen.
"Mind you wound, I'd hate to see you bleed out in the middle of it." Loki pushed him down into the mattress, letting him know he's the one in charge.
"Ah! Lot!" Thor couldn't keep silent once he felt he was all the way in. It was a feeling unlike any other and he wanted it to last forever. "It's so warm inside you." He smiled wantonly.
"Don't speak, you're prettier when your mouth is shut." Loki licked his lips and brushed his hand gently over Thor's painful abdomen, causing him to whine.
As the slender body started moving up and down, Thor's hands flew to Loki's hips, cupping his ass and dictating the rhythm. He moved Loki up and down, enjoying the sensation that came from reaching that spot in the other man's body, the one that caused it to clench around his swelling.
It felt so good, Thor wondered how he managed to survive without this for all these years he has spent devoted to God and following the rules from the holy book. He wondered how he managed without this person who even in the midst of such a lewd act managed to stay graceful, moving perfectly above him, producing muffled moans of pleasure.
He disregarded the order from earlier, unable to stay silent.
"Ah, you're so good… Lot!" He grunted as he pushed his body up.
But nothing compared to the sweet sensation of spilling out and filling him up with his hot seed that came in waves. Just as he thought it was over, he spilled some more, arching his hips for a better angle.
When he noticed he was getting limp, he wanted to keep them in that position for a minute longer, but Loki was quick to flee from his embrace.
"Where are you going?" Thor grabbed his wrist, not letting him leave the bed.
"I need to clean myself up. Besides, I didn't finish." He motioned to his still erect cock. "Or do you wish to do it for me?" He laughed.
What followed surprised him greatly, as Thor was more than willing to help him out. He wrapped his hand around Loki's flesh and pumped it eagerly.
"What do we have here? You seem quite experienced in handy work, huh?" Loki said while breathing out loudly.
"Nights in monastery tend to get pretty lonely." He smiled, not backing down from what he was doing.
Loki tugged at the blond locks as he pulled Thor's head closer to his crotch, asking to be tended some more.
"Come on, give it a lick." He sneered, expecting him to back off and was pleasantly surprised upon feeling the wetness on his member, first in a form of licking and then completely engulfing it with his mouth.
Feeling the warmth of the knight's mouth around him, as his fingers were lost in his golden hair, he closed his eyes and threw his head back, wanting this feeling to last forever. He didn't last long and soon came all over Thor's mouth and face.
"What would your 'God' say if he saw you right now, indecent as you are, Theodore?" Loki lifted Thor's chin up and laughed, causing the man to blush.
"I'll probably burn in Hell for it." Thor said self-consciously and pulled himself away from Loki, wiping his lips with his hand. The salty aftertaste in his mouth lingered and he didn't mind it, not really, as it reminded him of what just happened.
"And yet that didn't stop you from coming over here tonight."
"I had nothing to lose." Thor shook his head. "But ultimately, it was worth it." He leaned into Loki, expecting to get a kiss, but was met with his hand over his lips.
"Now, let's not be sentimental. Especially not with that garbage in your mouth."
Thor looked at him, visibly hurt. "I thought that because you… gave yourself to me… that you might not hate me after all."
" Go home, knight, don't lose all of your dignity at once."
"Fine." Thor grunted and picked up his scattered clothes. "Thank you for healing me. Again."
"Oh and… what I said before, I meant it. This is it, don't come looking for me ever again. I know you might find it difficult after this, but…" Loki started but was interrupted midsentence by Thor's simple answer.
"Got it!" He clenched his teeth together and forced a smile. "I'll never bother you again, Lot." The look he gave him in the end was just heart breaking, noticeable even under the scarce lightning of the room. His large figure looked pretty miserable, all slouched and dragging his feet as he left the quarters.
After he was finally alone, Loki threw himself back on the bed, spreading his arms from one side to the other, enjoying his freedom. He wondered if it would have been better if he had let the knight stay over for the night, because judging by the sound of the rain coming from the outside 'Theodore' was about to have a long wet way back home.
"Nah… let him suffer a bit." He smiled to himself wickedly, wondering how long before the young crusader seeks out his body again.
Days passed quickly, but there was no sign of the knight on Loki's door. First he was relieved and then he started to wonder. Was he perhaps disappointed with the other night? Was Loki just a challenge he had no interest in once he has fallen under his charm? Was this his plan all along, to fuck him and discard him like an old rag? Sure, Loki has told him not to come searching for him ever again, but he never counted on Thor actually listening to him. He grew nervous in anticipation, causing him to lose focus in his everyday life.
Finally, he mustered up the courage and went looking for the knight himself, under the pretence of being worried for his patient and wanting to check on his injury.
"Theodore?" One of the crusaders asked about his colleague looked back at Loki in astonishment. "Poor guy…" He continued. "Apparently he was rejected by some girl and decided to join the scouting legion few days back. I told him his wound wouldn't be completely healed, but he wouldn't listen. He said he had no reason to live anyway and went with them. Last word we got is that they all died in the attempt to deal with the enemy." The knight shook his head.
"Are you sure?!" Loki took the man by his arms and shook him.
"Sir, I wish I was wrong about this. He was my friend as well."
Loki pushed the man away and hissed through his teeth. "He wasn't my friend!"
He ran to his house, where he smashed everything that came to his hands. Cups and plates, chairs, tables, books… everything flew around his house and once he has run out of objects he ripped his pillows and blankets as he threw himself over the bed, enraged.
Dead?! Dead? How can he be so selfish and die? – Loki screamed on the inside.
Once he finally ran out of energy and was left in his ruined bed, panting, he started recalling the events of that night in his mind, how they indulged in each other's bodies, how deep he has felt Thor inside of him as they shared the passion… He cursed himself for uttering such cruel words that night, throwing him out on the street in cold blood.
He noticed the sudden weakness that overcame him and as he looked around there was blood everywhere around him, the ripped and tangled sheets red from it. Where did this blood come from? Perhaps from these cuts on his hands, but when did he get those? Has he hurt himself while having that angry fir a moment ago?
He slumped back into the bed, feeling his body slowly going to sleep and his spirit trying to leave it and in those last moments of his life, Loki has wondered.
"Where is Thor?"