Thor had always loved Loki, since the day he had first laid eyes upon his little brother. The kind of love had been different then, of course, but it had been just as fierce and wanting as the love he held for the sorcerer now.
The Thunderer enjoyed thinking back to the days when Loki had been but a toddler, clumsy and afraid of the thunder his big brother could summon. He had been a happy child, just a Thor himself, but that had changed. Somewhere along the path, though Thor couldn't pin point the exact moment, Loki had started to change. It had started as a few, unkind comments. Then, Loki stopped coming on adventures with Thor and his friends. With age came more hateful remarks, and pranks that were almost malicious.
Thor had hated seeing his brother pull back from him, but he had been helpless, unable to stop it. He had let Loki slip away into his own, much darker, world, and nothing he had done had stopped it.
He had been a bloody fool, then.
Just thinking about how he had acted back then made strong fingers curl around the cup he was holding, almost strong enough to dent the metal, but not quite. If he had acted before, if he had seen what Loki really needed back then, he would never have turned into what he was now. A shadow of a man, never really there, just a whisper in the dark. Thor had no doubt that, if this continued, Loki would snap. He saw the weight of Loki's emotions weighing the man down, not in his ever blank, smooth face, but in his eyes. The green orbs that had once shone with love for his older brother were now dull, expressionless. Almost like the eyes of a dead man.
He was not going to let it happen, wasn't going to let his brother break apart. He simply couldn't. Loki needed someone to control him, to give him safety and boundaries. He needed a firm hand, and Thor was all too happy to give the sorcerer exactly that. He was going to make Loki happy, even if it meant to strip him of everything he was and put him back together. His brother reminded him of a stray dog Thor had once encountered, wild and aggressive, but not because it was evil. Thor had quickly realized that the animal was only protecting itself, scared and nervous, unknowing of what to do because there was no Alpha, no leader, to tell it. And once the Thunderer had proven worthy of that position, dominating but not hurting it, it had calmed.
And just like the dog had needed him, so did Loki. It was that simple in Thor's mind. And he fully intended to become that person to his brother, his leader, so that all his fear and uncertainty would go away. One could argue that he been a bit harsh in his approach, but in the end, it wouldn't really matter how he had reached his goal, but that he did.
Loki would see that this was for his own good, once he was ready to accept what Thor had to offer.
"Come now, Thor, your birthday feast has lasted long enough." Odin said, moving to pat his son's shoulder. Thor had barely noticed that, despite his closest friends and family, everyone had left. Nodding his agreement he stood, having to actually steady himself on the table, as he had pretended to do only hours before. The sun was rising. It was time to get back to his chambers.
As Thor made his way back, he pondered his thoughts. Yes, he had good reason for doing this. He was helping his brother. But that was not all it was. It was that, and so much more. He needed Loki, loved him, adored him. He wanted him more than anything else in his life. Loki had to become his, there was no other choice. He would have him, one way or another. He would always want him. And Loki would give in, he would bow to Thor, kneel at his feet.
Just the thought of his brother's body spread out on his bed, restrained and gagged, made Thor's cock pulse. Shaking his head, he took a deep breath. That part would have to wait for now. For now, Thor only wanted to talk. Hoping that his brother would see.
Loki hadn't slept. He hadn't even closed his eyes. His entire body ached and burned, especially the sensitive skin between his legs. He had replayed the events in his mind over and over again, trying to wrap his mind around the sudden assault he had to endure at the hands of Thor.
It didn't make any sense.
His brother had always treated him kindly, he had never before hurt him. The only physical touch between them had been awkward hugs (which he had tried to refuse), and a quick kiss to the younger male's forehead when Thor left for some reason or another. There had never been more. He hadn't noticed any wayward glances, any touch or behavior that could have warned him that this was going to happen. It had come out of the blue.
So how, exactly, had he found his way into this situation? Tied to a bed, a piece of cloth in his mouth, forcing him to keep his mouth open and making his jaw ache. Not to mention the various fluids he was covered in. A tremble ran along his spine as more of his brother's seed dripped out of him, and onto the sheets. He was disgusted, truly disgusted by his brother's actions, and if he hadn't been gagged, he knew he would have vomited. But, in this situation, he had forced his stomach to calm, lest he throw up and choke on his own vomit. That was not how he wanted to die.
He had tugged at the restraints, testing them for their strength, just to give up after a few weak tugs. Even if he hadn't felt like he had been trampled by a horse, he couldn't have escaped. Thor had been very thorough, robbing Loki of his strength before restraining him, so that he wouldn't have to worry about the sorcerer getting away.
For now, all the raven haired man could do was wait, and hope that Thor had come to his senses, that he would come back and untie him. Loki had no intention of forgiving his brother, of course, but he wasn't going to tell on him, either. Because, in truth, Thor was all Loki had left. Without the blond man, Loki was all alone. He had no friends, no real ties to anyone but their mother, and even her he did not fully trust. She loved him, that he was sure off. But she loved Thor more.
Groaning with pain, he tried to roll to his side, just to get some pressure off his sore ass, when the door opened.
"Uncomfortable, are you, Loki?"
"Uncomfortable, are you, Loki?"
Thor sighed, moving to undress until he wore nothing but his breeches. He watched Loki's body tense, visible tremors shaking his body. Loki was afraid, that much this reaction told him, and once more the beast within him was satisfied. Yes, he had made his brother fear him, and fear meant respect. Later, he would earn Loki's respect not by frightening him, but by treating him right, once the other surrendered completely. For now, fear would have to do.
"I could untie you if you just agreed to being mine." He said, his tone scolding, but warm. Fearful green eyes watched as the God of Thunder approached the bed, watched as the muscled body sprawled out next to him. Thor had chosen to lay on his side, head propped up by his arm and elbow. His free hand moved to gently connect with Loki's cheek. He looked almost wistful as he stared down at his immobilized brother, before finally speaking again.
"Wouldn't you like sleeping here with me, Loki? We used to do it all the time when we were children. You could curl up next to me, and I'd keep you warm." Slowly, Thor ran the pads of his fingers over Loki's cheek, down to his jaw line, caressing the pale skin. "You always wanted to sleep in the same bed with me. I remember how upset you were when father insisted we sleep in different rooms. You cried so much, you made yourself sick."
Loki's eyebrows furrowed, blinking angrily, tugging at the restraints. Thor ignored it. Loki would get a chance to answer, once he had listened to what the blond had to say.
"It would be so easy, brother. It would be so right. You wouldn't have to worry about anything. I would make all decisions for you. I would love you, protect you, spoil you. It would be all you ever wanted, Loki. All you ever needed. You know that it is true. You are lost, somewhere dark and cold. You need me to bring you home, and I want to, my sweet prince. I want to bring you home. But you have to let me."
There was almost something like sorrow in his voice, Thor noticed, but decided that it was of no consequence. Loki would think him weak for it, he knew, but then, Loki wasn't really in any position to talk of weakness and strength. Smiling at his own thoughts, Thor leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the smooth forehead he had kissed so many times, since he could remember.
"This, what you have become, what you are still becoming, it isn't good for you." The Thunderer soothed, moving to rub soft circles into his brother's chest, warming the skin beneath. He hadn't covered Loki, and his skin had cooled considerably. That wouldn't do. He wanted to break Loki, not have him fall ill. And so he pulled up the crumbled blanket at the end of the bed upward, covering them both in the process as he continued talking. "I didn't know how to stop it when it started, but I know now, Loki, and I promise you I will help you. I am doing this for you, can't you see that?"
Finally, Thor reached up and pulled out the cloth from between thin lips, allowing Loki to speak. The sorcerer, however, did very little talking for the first few minutes. A curse had been the only thing that passed his lips, before he closed his mouth, evidently trying to relax the strained muscles in his jaw.
"Ah, yes. That must hurt." The blond said as he sat up, bringing his hands to rub along Loki's jaw. "You can't speak like that. Don't pull back. I will not hurt you, Loki. Not now."
Ignoring the way his brother's breath hitched, Thor continued to rub his thumb over his jaw for a few minutes, only to settle down next to Loki just as he had before. Patiently, he waited for a respond. Breaking Loki would take more than just violence, for if he was broken beyond repair, truly broken, he would become exactly what Thor feared. He couldn't push too hard, couldn't break him apart in one, quick blow. He had to break through Loki's guards, through every layer of hate and pain, before he could reach his core, break it into shards, and put it back together. And so, patience would have to be a part of his actions as well.
"You're doing this for me." Loki finally answered, his voice strangely flat, almost resigned. Hope sparked within the blond, hope that his brother had understood, and that the struggle was over. His hope was quickly crushed. "..You. You did nothing for me. You did this for yourself, you bastard. You.. you wanted to fuck me, with or without my consent. You raped me, not because you want to help me, but because you are a entitled, perverted man-child that wants what it can't have. How long have you wanted to do this to me, Thor, hm? How long have you craved for me? Tell me, brother, since when did you think about bending me over and fucking me like an animal?"
The worlds were barely audible, but Thor caught every single one. Of course, Loki hadn't listened to a single word he had said. He did what he did best, spitting venom. Thor shook his head at this, taking a moment to calm himself before he answered.
"I have wanted it since I became interested in such things." He replied calmly, once more running his fingers along Loki's cheek, down to his chin, caressing the flawless skin for a second before grabbing it tightly. "But that is not all this is, Loki. I have wanted this for very long, yes, but it isn't only what I need. It is what you need, too. If you hadn't fought me, brother, I wouldn't have hurt you so much. All you have to do is submit to me, and I will treat you as you deserve to be treated. I will control you, but I will care for you. I will punish you, and I will reward you. You will never have to worry about anything, my beautiful trickster."
"As long as I do as you tell me to." Loki ground out, not even trying to pull out of Thor's grip, knowing all too well that he would not be able to free himself. Finally, the sorcerer was showing signs of submission, small, but they were there. It made the Thunderer smile.
"Yes. As long as you obey me, Loki, I will give you Asgard, and any other realm. I will keep you safe, and warm. Isn't that what you always wanted? To be loved, and adored?" Thor asked, slowly moving his body forward, pressing himself against the slender man's side. "Don't you want the appreciation you deserve? I can give it all to you."
"And the price I pay is my soul." Loki whispered, eyes down cast. Thor frowned at this, blue eyes hardening.
"Your soul will be yours as it always has been. I do not mean to steal anything from you, all I want in return is knowing that you will be unharmed." He argued, growling quietly as he jerked Loki's head up by his chin. "Look at me."
Slowly, the sorcerer looked up, green eyes burning with determination. It was then that Thor realized that Loki was no where close to submitting. He would not be broken this easily. He would not give in.
"You wouldn't have fucked me bloody if that was all you wanted from me, Thor." He spat, tugging at the restraints again. "You wouldn't have tied me down and gagged me, you wouldn't have taken what I did not want to give. Do not lie, Thor, you did this to sate your twisted needs, and nothing else. You are a beast, a monster, and I will never be yours."
"Aye, I am. But you will be mine. In time." The Thunderer simply replied, finally releasing Loki's chin.
"You can't keep me here forever." The younger argued, twisting his body as much as he could, trying to escape the warmth that radiated off the taller male. "People will ask questions."
"I will let you go in the evening Loki, but I will come to you again. I will come to you as long as I need to, I will do this as much as I have to, until you finally give up. I will come to you during the night, while you sleep, or during the day, when you've hauled yourself up in the library." Thor whispered, pressing his lips to Loki's ear, flicking his tongue out against the shell. "I will never let you go. I will make you see that this is the only way. And once you do, once you understand, you will thank me."
"Never." Loki hissed, watching as Thor moved to the restraints at his ankles. The Thunderer was careful, avoiding the legs that attempted to kick him, to get him off. It was exciting, he had to admit that much. He was definitely excited by the way Loki trashed and struggled beneath him, and he knew he would miss it when Loki had finally accepted this part of their relationship. But who knew, maybe they could turn it into a game then? It would be worth a try. Grabbing Loki by his ankles, he slipped between the male's legs, brushing his cloth-covered erection against Loki's. Thor was done talking.
Slowly, he undid his breeches, watching as horror rose in his brother's face, trembles chasing along his body once more. It was a beautiful view, he thought, looking down at his brother's bruised and battered body. The bruises were purple, blue, red, blossoming over the tricksters skin. Blood and seed clung to his milky white thighs, the red startling against the paleness, eyes wide, showing too much white as thin lips pressed together tightly. Loki was obviously torn between fear and his pride, trying to remain stoic, and failing.
"This could be so much more pleasurable for you, Loki. If you would only allow it." Thor growled, moving to position his member at the tight ring of muscles. Just the sight of his brother naked on his bed had roused him, had brightened the flame of passion within, and Thor was more than ready to do whatever it took to calm that aching need within. Thrusting forward, he shoved himself into Loki's body, making the male screech with pain. It didn't stop him. It didn't even slow him down.
Thor picked up a punishing pace, thrusting into the body beneath him forcefully. He could feel something trickling down his shaft as he pulled out, and as he looked down to investigate, noticed it was blood. It would make things a little smoother, at least. Reaching down, he spread the liquid over his cock before thrusting back in, again and again, until Loki could no longer stop the tears.
Thor watched in awe as the small driblets of salty fluid ran over the sorcerer's face, leaving behind wet tracks on his skin. He was giving soft whimpers and sharp whines of pain, squirming so much Thor eventually had to grab his hips and hold him down to be able to continue.
Once more releasing into his brother, Thor collapsed on top of him, burying his neck into the soft expand of skin at Loki's neck. The scent of blood, sweat and semen mingled with the unique scent Loki had, and Thor could only feel calm and relaxed at the mixture. It was intoxicating, everything Thor had dreamed it to be. Loki was breathing heavily beneath him, still whimpering with pain. It took all the energy Thor had left to roll off his brother and grab a small container from under the bed. He sat up, feeling almost drowsy as he opened it, dipping his fingers into a silky white substance within.
"This will help." He grunted, moving to spread the fluid between Loki's firm mound, and into his tight channel. He didn't want Loki seriously injured, after all. Some after care was necessary, even if Loki hadn't given him what he wanted.
The second he was finished, the Thunderer tossed the object onto the floor, not caring that it splattered its content all over the floor. Laying next to his brother, who's arm's were still tied securely, Thor allowed himself to close his eyes and sleep, knowing that Loki would not call for help. If he did, there would be no doubt that Thor would be exiled for the rest of his days.
"Sleep." He commanded softly, once more covering them both with the blanket. "Once I wake, you will have no chance to rest, brother. You will need it."
"I could call for help." Loki answered, once more causing Thor to grin.
"Aye, you could. But you won't. Because you need me, Loki, and you know that just as much as I do. I have no doubt that I will wake, and find you right at my side. But I do have to make sure you don't use your magic.." He could feel the slender body beside him tense as he once more reached for his make-shift gag. "If you were mine, I wouldn't have to do this Loki. Do you really not want to surrender?"
"I would rather die a slow and painful death than surrender to a monster like you!"
"I regret that you say that, Loki. A slow and painful death will be what you receive if you do not give in to me soon." Thor replied, forcing Loki's mouth open and shoving the fabric back in. Settling back into bed, Thor threw an arm across the finely toned stomach of his brother, falling into a deep and dreamless sleep.