~ Part 3 of 4 ~
The more they flipped pages and Thor listened to the tales of his family, he was almost seduced by the details Loki had about them that he didn't pay attention before a flash of pain shot through his finger tip.
He pulled back with a hiss and sucked on his finger for a moment. "Are you all right?" Loki asked concern.
"I'm fine." Thor growled, cross with himself for being so clumsy. "Just a paper cut."
"Wait a moment." Loki ran out the room and came back with a first aid kit. It was old too but contained at least some paper towels. "Keep it like that and it will stop bleeding in a few minutes."
"Sorry for being a bother." Thor said as he held his finger up and pressed the paper to his bleeding finger.
"Don't worry about it." Loki smiled. "It can happen to anyone."
"Maybe. But it's still embarrassing when it happens." he removed the paper to check on it before putting the paper back. It stung but he was still distracted when he suddenly noticed how long and pale Loki's neck were behind the shoulder long hair and strict clothes. Was it just as smooth as it looked?
Before he could stop himself he had reached out and touched the skin and it was only Loki's passive eyes that made him realize just what he was doing.
"I-I'm sorry." he pulled his hand back. "I just..." he couldn't answer his own question. "You're body is cold. Are you all right?" he asked in a chance to switch subject.
"Aye. My body temperature has always been much lower than others. I'm perfectly healthy."
"I-Is that so. Then it's good." why was he acting like a fool? He never had trouble talking to people. Not even strangers. "I...I should get back to bed." Thor stood up with a strained smile. "Thank you for the history lesson."
Loki gathered the book and kit in his arms. "You are welcome. Sleep well." and they parted ways. Loki walking in his own direction and Thor running up to his bed where his friends were already half-sleeping. Muttering a good night he pulled the cover over his head and hoped he could forget his childish mistakes. The paper around his finger still on it.
But his dreams wouldn't be a sanctuary for him.
He looked up with a strained groan. He felt so good. On top of his hard manhood danced Loki, the pale man moving in an erotic dance that dragged sounds of pleasure out of him.
Every time he tried to reach for Loki he was pushed away and all he could do was lay there as his body were being taken to heights he had never known before.
Hands played over his chest while his own clawed at the bed spread under him.
For a moment he feared that the others would wake up and see what he was doing, but one look and he could see they were fast asleep and wouldn't wake no matter what he did.
With few alternatives left, Thor buckled his hips up and disrupted Loki's dance. The pale man rolled his head back and cried out from the intensity he was feeling.
He leaned forward so that he could take Thor's face in his hands before slowing his rhythm to a lazy teasing movement. He lifted and met Thor as their eyes dared the other to look away.
Thor decided that he had had enough of being played with, so with his whole body he rolled them over so he was on top. His partner let out a surprised gasp before it transformed into a pleasureful moan. He let his back arch up to press against Thor's muscular one and he wrapped his legs around Thor's waist, urging the big man to take him. To finish him.
With no more encouragement, Thor set a vicious pace where he humped Loki in the mattress. Unrestrained sounds left them both and it felt so good that Thor couldn't believe it was of this world.
The only odd thing he noticed was that Loki's skin were cold now and then, not really heating up under his touch.
Then finally their release came. Thor pulled out just in time for him to spill over Loki's stomach in spastic jerks. His growl was deep and feral.
It was almost perfect, his lover moaning under him from his performance and his own blissful release clouding his mind.
He laid his head down next to Loki's and he felt the other stroke his hair and down the back of his head and his throat. It was a tender touch that made Thor want to melt.
Then, all of a sudden, Loki ripped Thor's head to the side and bit his neck. It was painful and horrible. He struggled against the grip and barely had enough strength to push Loki away, but he knew deep down that the other let him go.
He stared at Loki with his blood staining the smiling mouth and showed him his teeth.
Thor shot up from his dream and gasped loudly.
"Christ. What had you up its pants?" Sif complained as she had witnessed his rough awakening, startling her in the process.
"What?" he was dizzy and couldn't tell if this was real or a dream.
"How long were you going to sleep?" she was not in a pleasant mood for having to sleep in this place. Her phobia having acted up.
"Are ya all ready for the best meal of the day?" Volstagg cheered from the hall, his big tummy growling in agreement. Fandral and Hogun said something that Thor didn't hear.
Sif walked out the room and that left Thor to sort out his head before getting up and getting ready for a new day.
He shaved and dressed before going down to the Saloon where a hearty meal were already waiting, and with his friends already digging in.
"Took you long enough." Fandral said teasingly. "Did you have to take a long cold shower?"
"No? Why?" Thor pulled up a chair.
"Because you were moaning pretty intense." Fandral and Hogun smirked at him, making him blush. Volstagg was too busy with the food to care any, and Sif was still annoyed. 'PMS no doubt.' the guys concluded in their heads.
"Did you have a good night?" Loki asked when he came up to them with a plate of ham.
Volstagg acted like a kid on Christmas before taking the plate and hogging half of it.
They all said various 'OK' to Loki before Sif narrowed her eyes and leaned toward Thor, invading his private space.
"What did you do? How did you cut yourself like that?" she asked.
His hand came up to touch his throat. "What?"
"Yeah, that's weird." Fandral agreed. "How do you shave, man?"
Thor touched his throat and he thought that he felt something similar to two new moles on his neck, only from his friends comments it sounded like they were cuts.
Suddenly, the dream came back to his mind and he stared at Loki's retreating back. He didn't know what to believe.
TBC
