Chapter 2

Summary:

The aftermath of the bathroom scene.

Notes:

No beta, but I reread it.
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Chapter Text

Thor stood in the shower, hot water cascading down his body as he tried to figure out at what point last night he lost control. Somewhere between the second and third paddle, he knew Thor knew he had to taste Loki before the end of the night.

But this wasn't just any other person that ignited his passion. This was a man raised with men bulling and hurting him. He was used to men forcing him and now his name was on a disturbingly long list of men who had taken advantage of him. He might have just ruined any chance he had of actually creating something beautiful with Loki.

Loki only asked for a kiss. And yet Thor had taken much more.

He turned off the water, grabbed a towel and walked out the bathroom. Sif was still sleeping and probably would be for another hour and half. He could hear Loki fumbling in the kitchen to start cooking.

Despite being a bit disgusted with himself, it aroused him to know Loki had followed his orders and woken up an hour earlier this morning.

Thor threw on his clothes and steeled himself for whatever Loki was going say. He deserved it and would take it and he would try to salvage what he could of their already rocky relationship. He would take whatever rage, pain or feeling of betrayal that Loki harbored towards him and be that rock that he didn't think Loki ever had.

When he made it to the kitchen, he saw Loki filling up the coffee pot with water, staring off in his own thoughts. The coffee pot already over filling and spilling out onto Loki's slender pale hand but the man didn't seem to notice. He took a steadying breath before calling to the other man softly. "Loki?"

Loki jumped a bit, crashing back down to earth and realizing water was running out the coffee pot. "Shit!" He cussed turning off the water. "You're up early."

"I wanted us to talk." Thor walked into the kitchen and slide himself on to the counter across from the sink watching as Loki poured out a bit of the overflowing water from the coffee pot and resumed with his normal tasks.

"So then talk." Short and clipped a sign he really didn't want to talk Thor.

"I wanted to apologize." Thor started but Loki turned around so harshly it made his words cut off.

"Apologize?" Loki questioned, green eyes fierce and angry. "Apologize for what exactly? Apologize for forcing me into the bathroom? Or maybe for crushing my balls? Or was the torturous hand job? Oh now I know, you want to apologize for spreading your semen over my anus as if you had to mark your territory?"

Thor blinked a few times thinking over his options. He could lie and say he was sorry for all those things but he knew he wasn't. He had to check if he'd broken the skin after the paddling. Any good Dom would. And as much as he hadn't wanted to cause Loki serious pain, he wouldn't apologize for bringing Loki to climax twice. No, he should be honest with Loki. He deserved that at the very least. "None of that actually."

Loki's face actually darkened to an unnatural shade of red as his eyes seemed to narrow into slits.

Quickly, before Loki decided to just throw a punch at him he added. "I'm sorry for not giving you a choice about it though."

That seemed to pacify Loki some. At least that horrible red color drained from his face.

"Loki, I… I should have told you this a long time ago. I should have told you the truth."

Curiosity is one of Loki's biggest weaknesses. There was less anger radiating off him and more of a questionable regard. "About what?"

"Why I accepted the proposal you offered. It wasn't for Sif. It was for you." There that was simple enough. No need to sugar coat it.

All anger now left Loki's stance and a guarded looked came up.

"Loki, I wanted you, not Sif. From the moment I saw you come into the Precinct. You were wearing that emerald green button down shirt over those black pants that look tailor made. You had your hair tied up with a yellow hair tie and you were stunning." He remembered that day so vividly. He was actually looking forward to going to homicide crime scenes hoping Loki would be the investigator there so they'd have a reason to talk. "When I found out you were married I was gutted. But then my house burned down and not even 24 hours later you walk up to me at the club telling me about Sif and all I could think was that it would be the only opportunity I'd ever have to get you. And if that meant sharing you, then so be it."

A sudden look of panic spread across Loki's features before he turned back around and started cracking eggs for Sif's breakfast. When he turned back around, the guarded look had returned before his dark brows knitted together in confusion. "What?"

Thor smiled at Loki's obvious confusion about being wanted. "Loki, I'm here for you, not Sif. It was never Sif. It was always you."

For one whole minute Loki scrambled eggs while slightly hyperventilating. Thor waited to see if Loki could get himself together, but as he plated the eggs Thor saw those slender fingers trembling. That prompted Thor to jump off the table, pull Loki away from stove and turn him around. "Settle down now Kitten."

"Oh gees, what's with the Kitten thing? I hate that." Good, the anxiety was receding and the anger was returning. Thor could work with anger.

Thor smiled a bit. "Then retract your claws sometimes." That seemed to work. The shaking and hyperventilating stopped as that annoyed look took its place. "Listen, I'll give you three options ok? First one, I leave. I tell Sif I want out of the contract I have with her and you never see me again. The second, I help you win her heart back. I'll give you all the tools you need to keep her faithful. I'll let you use me to make her love you again and then I'll leave. Or, we examine what we are. The same way I examined what Sif and I were. It's separate from anything you two have together. I'll teach you my tastes and we'll discover yours and see where it goes. But it has to be your decision Loki. I won't take that choice from you again. I will not touch you until you ask for it and I will not leave unless you tell me to."

Thor watched a strange array of emotions pass through Loki's face. Fear, disbelief, anger and something else that Thor couldn't quiet place before his eyes hardened. "Sif will be up soon. I have to finish her breakfast."

Thor nodded and left it at that.

000

Sif couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something off about Loki. He was subdued and aloof and though at any given time he was aloof he was almost never subdued. All attempts to pull information from him failed as he kept giving vague, clipped answers.

But she wasn't stupid. Thor was a virile man but there was no way he could have taken her twice in that short of space and produce that much scum. No, something happened with Loki after she went to sleep the first time and odds were, Thor couldn't finish with him and so used her to do it.

That was twice in the same night she was used as a Loki stand in. And she was pissed about it. Loki was supposed to be the baggage, the third wheel, no her.

She waited until Loki was dressed, ready on time for the first time ever, and leaned in for a kiss before expressing her displeasure by dodging his kiss and silently getting up and walking out.

As expected, Loki followed behind her, concern written all over his face. "What's wrong?" He asked as they reached the bedroom

"Isn't that what I've been asking you all morning?" She threw back at him watching a slow panic building in him. "It seems you think it's alright to keep secrets from me Loki. Something happened between you and Thor last night."

Loki gaped for a moment before he was able to answer. "Sif… it was nothing really." Right, nothing. That's what happened to make him so contemplative and quiet.

She turned around sharply knowing her back to him would hurt and disorient him better than any of her words could.

As expected he quickly changed his tone. "Ok, alright, we kissed. He… I… it wasn't planned. It wasn't like it meant anything."

She had two choices now. She could turn around and give him a hug, kiss him and tell him not to do it again, but that wouldn't put Loki back in his place. No, she had to make it sting and there was no better to do it than by giving him nothing to fight against.

After a few moments of pulling out her clothes, she knew he was waiting for her response. Waiting for her forgiveness. When none came he walked a little closer to her. "Sif?" She could hear his breathing start to quicken and the quiver in his voice. "Please talk to me."

This is what she liked about her relationship with Loki. She could reduce him so easily. She could leave him, find someone else that she actually loved but then she wouldn't get the many perks that came with being married to a man with no self-esteem.

So she walked out the bedroom, into the bathroom and closed the door knowing he was standing on the outside of the door on the verge of tears wondering if he should go in and make things right or give her space because her rejection would hurt him too much.

He choose to leave.

But she knew she'd be on his mind all day.

000

Loki had barely been able to concentrate on work all day. His brain felt foggy, his body heavy and it didn't help that he had a distant ache in his testicles thanks to Thor's ridiculously firm knee.

By three he called it quits and told his boss he was ill and taking the rest of the day off.

In truth he felt like he was being torn in half.

Thor's confession this morning had already left him unnerved and then Sif's intense anger toppled him over. Why was it that he could never find peace? It's not like he actually did anything. But then, with further contemplation, he realized exactly what he did wrong.

He agreed to watch Sif be disciplined. The world Sif and Thor shared their relationship in Loki had always worked hard to stay out of. He had resigned himself to the fact that what Sif needed and what turned Thor on was something he could never take part in. And the question was brought to him and he saw a chance to be something significant to them. He figured he'd either make Sif happy by trying to understand her need to be dominated or make Thor notice him. He was fine with either one.

It was safe to say Thor noticed him. And if everything Thor said was true, he had noticed him a long time ago.

He wanted to believe Thor. He wanted to believe that he could be wanted so much by someone so amazingly perfect. But what were the odds? Could he trust that? And wouldn't that destroy everything that he was trying to salvage with Sif.

Should he even try to salvage anything with her? She wasn't a liar. She was honest about her feelings. She wasn't in love with him anymore and hadn't been for years. She had given him an option of filing for divorce or allowing her indiscretions outside the marriage. He couldn't think of his life without her. He couldn't imagine living a life so empty. Sif was all he had. He had no family, no real friends. If Sif left him then he was losing everything.

But what if Thor could give him what he needed to get back her love? What if he could give her all those things that she sought others for? Did he want to?

He liked what Thor did to him. He liked being so wanted that he was almost needed. He didn't really have a desire to dominate Sif, not when she very much ruled him. It wouldn't be genuine and that would shine through. He would fail and if he sent Thor away, he'd have to worry about the next person that would take her interest and possible move him out his own marriage.

He found himself in front of a coffee shop and suddenly wanted a lemon iced muffin more than he wanted air.

He walked in, enjoying the heat of the café and the smell of baked goods layered with coffee beans. He ordered a mocha coffee and his muffin and took a seat in the farthest, most isolated corner in the place. For a few moments, he was able to relax and enjoy his treat, but so slowly the tension was resuming in his shoulders. The less of the muffin he had left, the closer he got to having to go home. He'd have to find a way to pacify Sif while trying to stay completely neutral in front of Thor, who less than 24 hours ago hemmed him up in the bathroom and forced two orgasms from him like he was a 16 year old child.

Bastard.

He should give him a piece of his mind.

He took out his IPhone, and dialed Thor's number. He intentionally dialed the number to fuss and complain but as soon as Thor answered, Loki froze.

Bastard.

He took a breath. "Thor?"

"Loki? I didn't even know you knew my number." He said. "Are you alright?"

Was he alright? Was that a joke? "How soon can you get out of work?"

"I can leave right now if you need me."

If he needs him? Why does he have to frame everything like it was Loki's choice? "I'm at a coffee shop on 5th. Can you meet me here?"

"Of course. I'm on my way."

Of course he was. Why couldn't he disappoint him so he could hate him again?

He was there remarkably fast and looking apprehensive.

Good.

Bastard.

Let him feel nervous and worried because that was Loki's natural state every day. He wanted someone else to feel what it was like to feel as if he was perpetually standing on a cliff and was about to shoved off.

"Hey Loki. Are you alright?" He asked pulling off his coat and sliding in the chair across from Loki.

Loki nodded his response but said nothing else because in the last fifteen minutes, he lost all his bravado. He raging anger was gone and what replaced it was something two shades away from hope.

When he said nothing for what felt like fifteen minutes, Thor asked. "Have you an answer?"

For whatever reason that sparked his anger again and he couldn't stop angry words from spewing out his mouth. "I hated you Thor." He said, eyes shooting daggers. "I hated you. You came into my house with your blonde hair, tanned skin and wife beaters making my wife swoon every time you entered a room like you were some hero off a romance novel cover. I hated everything about you. I hated that you worked out four times a week. I hated that you have perfect vision, and no allergies. I hated that you are so very adored by everyone like you are the freaking rising sun. And then I hated that you were everything I wasn't. Looking at you is like looking at everything I'm not and would never be. And then you come barging into my bedroom, forcing me to swoon over you like Sif does and making me forget that your very existence is a threat to me. Now you tell me you only had eyes for me and all this other romantic crap and all I can think is how this man, with all his glory and charm possibly see me and see something worth having? You know what that means Thor? You're an idiot."

Thor laughed at Loki's monologue though he visibly tried not to. He probably shouldn't have though because that made Loki even angrier. He was not in the mood to be ridiculed.

"Are you aware that I ruin everything I touch?" Loki told him in a light tone as if he hadn't said something completely self-deprecating. "You know Sif was actually a nice person at one time."

Thor snorted. "I doubt it."

"She was." Loki insisted. "I turned her into what she is."

"No Loki. She was always a horrible person. You just didn't notice it because in your eyes everything she does is right." Thor corrected. "But we're not here for Sif. At least I'm not. So let's get back to the important parts of your speech. You started with 'I hated you" which means you don't any more. It's nice to know you find me attractive, and I can assure you my mother has read many novels with main characters that look very much like you. And if you're telling me that you think you are a setting sun in comparison to my rising one then I can assure you that is only your opinion of you. I look at you and see someone so intensely beautiful and chaotically attractive that it's impossible not to be fascinated by you. If that makes me an idiot, then so be it."

"STOP IT!" Loki screamed in a hushed whisper. "Stop saying all the right things at all the right times."

Thor laughed again. "Loki, I don't know what to tell you."

Loki leaned back deflated.

Thor reached across the table and moved the rest of Loki's mocha and muffin to his side before he started eating it. They sat in silence for a few moments before Loki jerk up to attention in his seat. "And another thing,"

Thor smiled and waited for the next monologue of nonsense.

"I'm not submissive."

Thor nodded. "You have submissive qualities."

"You cannot give me rules and tell me not to break them. I'm going to break them. And if you want me break them, then I won't because it's in my nature. I will embarrass you at all your club parties. There is no way I'm kneeling down at your feet, or calling you Master or any of the stupid things you make Sif do. I will be beaten so often your arm with be more sore than my butt."

Thor nodded. "Everything you said is true. You will break the rules and you will fight against every instruction laid out. But just like you did last night, you'll follow some of them before you could stop yourself and when you get stuck, I'll be there to guide you."

Loki's face became insanely hot. Rage boiled in his stomach so intense it made his jaw clench. "WHY? Why do you have to have an answer for everything? Why can't you just…"

"Put my feeling's in Sif's body?" Thor interjected.

Loki deflated again.

"I'm sure it's easier to be loved by a female."

It really would. Whatever Thor saw in him, he wished Sif would see. "How do you know all that stuff that happened to me anyway?"

"Sif likes to talk about it." Thor admitted.

Loki rolled his eyes. "I'm sure it's very arousing conversation." It bothered him that Loki knew so much about him. He would never have told Thor about those things and with good reason. He would never want a man to have that much power over him again.

"It might arouse her, I'm not sure. But it doesn't arouse me. Except it inspires me to show you that what was done to you isn't what I'll do to you. It will feel very different. You will like it."

Loki's eyes narrowed at the promise. "You are talking like I said yes already."

"Loki if you weren't interested, you wouldn't be trying so hard to convince me you suck. We'll start off with a two week contract. We don't have to involve sex. We'll keep it basic."

Damn right they wouldn't be involving sex. "What's basic?"

"You eat three solid meals a day at specified times. You go to work on time every day. You sleep and wake up at specified times." Thor rattled off as if he already had a list of things he wanted Loki to work on. That certainly sounded like he had been waiting for Loki all this time if he thought so much about this.

Three rules. That was all it was. Three simple rules and it made Loki think of every possible way he could break them. "Alright. Then here are my terms. You can't touch me. Not one touch unless I initiate it. That extends to your implements of torture as well. No belts, whips, canes, paddles, brushes, towels, nothing."

"Towels?" Thor frowned.

"Don't ask." Loki muttered.

Loki watched as Thor sat back with an amused sparkle in his blue eyes. "Alright. But I want to add a rule. No swearing."

Loki shrugged. What was the point on resisting rules Thor had no way to implement? Right there in the café, Thor drafted a contract on a napkin and they both signed it. If nothing else it would be fun just to annoy Thor for two weeks.

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