Two

After many moments of still silence, the mortals and Thor take me back to their sky ship. My alone time is over. Its back to playing the part of "bad guy".
Even so, gentle moments with Thor I so dream of. His hair hot and wet to his face, deep noises that only gods could dream of making, let me have it I laugh.

Let me rule these moments in my smile in its usual thin outstretched line across my face. Scaring all the little S.H.I.E.L.D. agents guarding me. I feel so pleased with myself on this ship.

I spot a glance at the monster they brought aboard. Their Bruce Banner, I shall have to play with his mind for sure. A monster in a tightly enclosed and poorly
guarded ship. followed by an arrogant Man of Iron, a man lost in time, a red-haired murderess with the heart of blood and so many like meaningless minions to be destroyed.

I was thrown into my glass cage, to be watched at all sides. A cage not made for me. They think they're so clever. I will wait here and play their little game until my fleet arrives. Until then I can dream my dreams, and have my sweet succulent alone time. I begin to laugh, Fury staring me down with his threats. His desperation is thrilling. I have so many on a string in puppet show on parade. So easy to control, to rule. Fury leaves with an offhand comment I ignore. I sit alone and wait for others to arrive, to challenge.

Camera one is facing my front, Camera two is facing my back. A 30,000 feet drop beneath my feet. Oh I'm trembling in my boots. So much useless technology, I sigh.

"Someone come entertain me", I yawn to camera one. I can feel tension rising on the ship. Comments of my happy presence on the ship arising. The mortals getting more and more dissatisfied with each other. What a game.

The entrance opens to the deck where my chamber lies. And hair so familiarly blonde appears. His eyes as angry as ever.

Mmm this should be good. He presses hard at some levers before rushing forward. He released the door to my chamber quickly stomping in haste, the door closes behind him, stopped only by his cleverly placed hammer. before I can mumble any spells or even react. He pulls me close and grabs my face.

"Why?! Why here brother?!,' a flush across his face growing, 'Why all of this pain?! You will not win, no one can win!" He begins to shake me in his rage. My eyes stay their usually irreverent emeralds of old. My smile staying in its proper place. He's obviously heard of what I've been up to, by that Fury character.

I will not be broken. I will not falter. He begins to scream again, words pleading for me to stop all of this, stop this madness, come home, and words of warmth, of mourning. Dreams, All dreams. He stops, one of his hands on my shoulder, one on my neck. His eyes looking for an answer somehow hidden on my face. I laugh at the sincerity he's letting me see. Like his embraces on the hill have changed my heart. He slaps me suddenly catching me off guard, but still one hand holding on tightly to me.

"You think you can break me? You have arrogance brother" I retort looking away in the direction of the impact. "I've been too far, I have to much purpose-"

"What purpose,' He interrupts, 'could you have to with people you care not for. This isn't about earth, this isn't about power."

"I mean to rule this world" I state fiercely, my face still stinging as I face him. I struggle a bit to remove his hold but he remains firm. A hold I cannot escape. I feel on the edge of tears but I control myself.

"Please.' His eyes glazed like windows to my frosted birth-world. "I cannot beg anymore than this, I have no words left to say, save for select words I shall not use. You are my brother-

"I am not your brother, I never was." I state coldly. His pleading making him all the more beautiful every second. Let me break you. The eternal ocean of your eyes cascading ever inch of my being. I let out a harsh sigh and try to push him away again. His eyes fixed on the floor, like when I falsely told him of fathers death so long ago, but alas his grip stays far stronger than mine. Look at me when I mean to vex you.

"Just leave brother. Leave like I've been left. In the shadow of your splendid glory. Hold tight to the thought of your arrogant beliefs, thinking I a happy sibling. I know not of this happiness you dream. A home of love? Hear you of the words you speak. You are but words. Empty threats of torment."
His grip begins to tighten his eyes rising back to my face, flush across his cheeks again. I cannot stop this perpetuating affliction of harrows. I push against him more and more with my words, fighting for power, but he pushes me back farther and farther.

"Why protect others who jest at beings like us. Our power far that of any others. You are only strong in one way. Your heart is as weak as your mind. I could laugh at what you'll look like king, Ha ruler of Asgard."

Step one, Step two, Wall. His force, his eyes burning into mine. His face hardly able to read. I've never seen him in this state. If I were fearful I would stop, but it is not in my nature. His fists are pushing hard against me, his fingers digging into the leather of my collar. Eyes set on mine.

"Nothing to say again Thor Odinson. Full of wilted pride, I see. Why did you come to visit me? Hmm? To stare into my eyes all night as the mortals break amongst each other. Set on such an army are you I-

"I love you." Thor interrupted. I stop immediately, letting out a slight gasp. . .

"I beg-

"I love you." He states clearly again.
"Stop." He commands. He closes the distance between us. His lips finding mine. I fight, but his force is obviously no match for me. I try to pull away but he bites at my lip when I try. I feel wetness at his cheek. He let a tear roll free. I mean to hark on this moment.

I begin for a word.

"Stop." He states clearly again. Going in for a much stronger kiss than the first, releasing one hand from my collar and pushing my head in towards his. Pulling strongly at my locks. The feverish nature of the kiss becoming unbearable. My heart is sinking, I'm reaching a dangerous vulnerable level. Our kissing progresses like on the hill. Pulling on armor, our heavy breathing in unison. I tug at his hair. This sets him off in heightened emotion and we sink to the floor. He pushes my leather tunic up, placing his hands all over my skin. I scratch at his bare arms, setting him off into another flurry of kisses and deepening moaning.
"Loki. . .I can't . . . Ahhh. . . Unn. . ." Rumbles from a feeble mind losing all control.

Our mouths use to each others touch now, finding it much easier to take off our drapes while embraced. Our drapes, used as our surrogate bedding. The green and red intermixed as our bodies intertwine and sing. My breaths short, my eyes set on his. Love me, Kiss me.

He bites hard at my exposed neck as he begins his entrance into me. A pain I cannot describe, the least of all the pain I deserve. I breath sharply pushing away gently at his strengthening force.

"Thor. . .Ahhh. . . gentle. . ." I breath sharp into his ear. Our bodies moving faster against each others poisonous fluster. He speaks sweet nothings to me. Words Asgardian and foreign to mortal ears.

A push so deep I dig my nails down his back. He bellows and turns me around, taking complete domination of my hips. All I am able to do in this moment is hold myself on my elbows. My face lost in the cloth and drape on the covered floor. Our hot bodies, of sweet desire. The tingling in our bellies grew. His Nordic grunting and groaning, yet soft are his words. All of these sounds that will stay in my heart for years. He grabs a hold of my shoulder with his right hand the other gripping painfully into my hip. My slender frame no match for the muscular overture that is his beautifully toned demi-god physique.

"Ah..' I breath hard away from the ground, 'I. . .despise you. . . treacherous fool-born. . ." That did it. Hardly able to resist a moment of poison, I'll pay. He stops and flips me back to face him. With strength I've never felt.

"You will think wise, when you talk to those who control thy body. A fool-born, how you love your words." He lifted my legs as far back as he could squeezing my thighs as he pushing himself back inside. A stinging began of both torture and love. My heart beating faster as he embraced my mouth again. Our tongues colliding and breathing as strong as before. Our contrasts so bright against each-other. Pale skin to crisp tan, shimmering blonde to black as nior. These differences merging into blurs. I held strong to his hair and chest. Letting my fingers linger in strands and on his luminous skin. The drops of sweat gently moving across us. Like encasement in water, our shining like galaxies combining.

"I love you." He said again before kissing my neck. "I've always loved you." Hot breath entrancing my skin.

He began a pace that would leave airships jealous of speed. His moaning as loud as his sheiks in battle. His hands exploring me, mine gripping tightly at the cloth around; I could not speak, nor say words of provocation. We were eternally living in a moment of pure ecstasy. Bodies are now one. Pushing as hard as he could his hands holding me, piercing me for final moments. Leaving marks and scratches with whitened knuckles creating droplets of red. Until the sweet release that bodies must do in fatigue.

A climax of white light, exemplified by the now hot steamed glass, and white encasement. Our robes in shambles around us as we stayed fixed in our moment. One, Two, Three. Silence.

He began to caress my cheek, the tears flowing down atop me.

A drop from above, not of the sky. But of heartfelt innocent feelings in a heart of a man.

Before I could control it, my tears began as well. Of pain, of guilt, of sorrow, I do not know. I do know now however, that I lay with a man in crying desperation, in vulnerability standing higher than escalation of our site.

"I love you." This time my words; sending him into harder sobs. We held each other in fear of one of us losing this tender vulnerability. This sentiment. I weep for torment, I weep for arrogance, I weep for this time that will never be allowed again. Most of all I weep for going back. I care not who saw what was enacted. Our time together was ours and ours alone. I weep for the moment living in our hearts now yet allowed naught to move in progressive direction.

I wish I could say from then on we lived a happy life together. That we were made of beauty no one could damage. Yet these are lies. As my life being an eternal unforgivable lie. These things must end.

And they did. And so went on as we dressed each other, lingering kisses to the cheeks, wiping at streaks of salt on our pale cheeks.
I watched longingly as these moments ended, and he left out the glass door, hammer in his hand. Out through the entrance to the chamber, looking back for a lifetime of harrows.

I love you was the last thing I said and I love you will be the last thing I can hope to feel.

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