Thor watched as Frigga led Loki away.

He could still hear Frigga's voice. "He is indeed with child."

It had worked, after all that and it had actually worked. He didn't feel any sort of triumph though. The guards dispersed and Odin turned and walked into the throne room. He didn't want to but he knew he had to follow him.

"Father...wait!" He hurried in after his father. Odin neither responded to him, or slowed down. He moved up the steps to his throne before turning round to stare at Thor.

"I suppose, congratulations are in order..."

Thor stopped at the bottom of the steps.

"Father..."

"Tell me, do you feel clever, for having outsmarted the king, or was this Loki's idea, another trick of his, which you fell for?"

"You were going to execute him, what was I to do?"

"Not bed him like a common whore!"

Thor stopped himself from replying. Odin was right, though he didn't regret what he did, he just regretted how he did it. Loki had the right to a choice; he had the right to his own body.

Odin sighed and sat down.

"We can't fix it now; we can only do our best to work around it. Don't think for a moment that you have changed Loki's fate. He will still be executed once the child is born and its life is no longer in him."

Thor didn't even have words to speak. He wanted the world to swallow him up and keep him until this mess was over. A thought struck him.

"What of the child?"

"What of it?"

"Well, if you intend to kill its mother, you must have a plan." Though Thor had meant that coldly, he hadn't meant for it to sound quite so cold. Odin glared down at his son. Thor took a subtle step back.

"You speak to me like I am in the wrong here. I did not attempt to breed him like some farm animal, Thor. That was all down to you...Asgard's future king." Odin spat the last part out. Thor knew it would go this way. He wanted Loki dead, out of the way for good, how else could he possibly react? Odin sighed and sat down on the throne, head down for a minute before he spoke, not looking at Thor this time.

"I daren't even begin to dream of what your mother will think of all of this. She is a forgiving woman Thor, but this may have just overstepped the mark. You would do well to try and talk to her; though I believe today might not be a good idea."

There was silence for a few minutes. Thor could see Odin saying so many things through his eyes, so many different emotions crossed the old Kings face, and Thor didn't know what to say now. It seemed he didn't need to, since Odin wasn't quite done.

"What even made you think this was a good idea? I don't recall raising you to believe this was any form of acceptable, to anyone, regardless of their crimes. His execution, I'm sure, would be far more forgiving than what you have done to him." Thor actually felt himself getting a little mad again.

"You speak father, like someone who actually cares for Loki, when I think everyone knows by now, that is not true, you..."

"I MAY NO LONGER SEE LOKI AS A SON, I MAY REGRET A LOT OF THINGS THAT INVOLVE HIM AND I MAY HAVE SENTENCED HIM TO DIE BUT I WOULD NOT WISH THE FATE, YOU GAVE HIM, UPON MY WORST ENEMIES!" Odin eyes were ablaze with rage. He was leaning forward, hands gripping the arm of the throne and Gungir tightly. He was looking at Thor now, though Thor kind of wished he wasn't. Odin sat back again, sighing deeply, before he lifted his hand, making a dismissive gesture towards Thor.

"Away with you, I will speak of this with you, no longer, not now. Leave me. I need to see what I can salvage of this mess of which you have created, now go...OUT!"

Thor turned and stomped straight out of the throne room, heading straight for his rooms before deciding against it and going, instead to the palace grounds. Loki had always found comfort in the library or the palace grounds when he needed to think or clear his head. Thor had always preferred just walking around the gardens, listening to the goings on around him and breathing the fresh air.

He was furious. Furious with Loki for running and trying to be taken away, furious with him for letting go on the Bifrost, for lying to him about his father being dead, for trying to enslave earth, for trying to kill him...twice. He was furious at his father, for being so cold to the man who was once his son, for dismissing him like he would a slave, for refusing to see reason in anything. He was furious with himself, for how everything had turned out, for not seeing how it must have been for his brother growing up, feeling different, for not reasoning with him gently, showing him he was still loved, regardless of his true heritage, for acting upon his last idea, without first consulting Loki, drunk or not, it was inexcusable, for thinking any of this could have worked out in the first place, for being so foolish, for being such an idiotic oaf, for...being!

As his walk started to bring him back round towards the palace, he spotted his mother heading out towards the same spot Loki always liked to go to think. Thor decided he needed to speak with her to.

She spotted him as he approached but turned back and carried on looking at the view. Thor went and stood next to her.

"I'll have to bring him out here when he's feeling better, he always loved this view." She said, more out loud than particularly to Thor. He didn't say anything in reply.

"He wasn't a part of this plan was he?" Thor froze. He didn't even know to respond to that.

"No" he finally replied, looking down. She just nodded, still not looking at him.

"Mother..." He started. "I...I know you're mad..."

"I'm not mad" she said simply, now looking towards his direction, still not completely at him. "I'm surprised; I'm...a little disappointed. I understand what you were trying to do. I wanted to save him to. But this...this was not..." She stopped speaking, looking like she was struggling with the right words.

"I couldn't let him die mother. I thought I could convince father to reduce the sentence to imprisonment or something, I just needed time. It was the only way I could think of, that would give father no choice but to put a hold on the execution."

"It wasn't down to you to do anything, my son. As much as we love Loki, he did his crimes, he is being punished. I am glad you have managed to get a stay on his execution, though the circumstance is still not a happy one. It's been a rough couple of years for him, as I'm sure, you understand." Thor looked down. He understood what she meant. There was no way he could explain how he added to that though, not in true detail because in truth, his own fucked up mind simply got carried away and made him harm his once brother.

"Where is he?" Thor asked looking over to his mother. She still didn't look at him.

"He's in your rooms, resting. I would recommend that you leave him be for a while, he was very tired." Thor nodded and looked out at the view, the sun starting to get a little lower in the sky.

...

As soon as Loki had reached Thor's rooms he had crashed onto the bed, too tired to remove clothes or even climb under covers, he was out like a light in seconds.

The sun was setting when he woke up again. Sitting up, he looked around, Thor hadn't come back yet, leaving Loki feeling a little relieved, and he had no idea how he was going to face him. He wanted to hurt Thor, wanted to make him pay; make him beg Loki for forgiveness, for mercy. Then he got an idea.

When Thor returned, Loki was sitting in a chair, reading a book, seemingly rather interested with its contents. Thor hadn't expected Loki to actually have returned to his rooms, he thought he would sleep in the gardens before he would willingly return here, maybe mother had made him. Thor walked over to the table next to Loki's chair, picking up the jug of water, he pored himself a cup, drinking it quickly before poring another and drinking that while he watched Loki read. His mouth felt dry, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth.

"Loki..."

"I do not wish to discuss it Thor."

"Will you just..."

"No Thor...I will not just anything. I am tired, I have slept the majority of the day away, yet I still feel like I haven't slept in weeks, I am a mixture of hungry and sickened and my mouth still feels strange from being gagged all this time. Right now, I wish to distract myself with anything I can find, so please, for my sake...do not speak!" His pronunciation was pretty much back to normal now, his mouth still felt strange, his tongue aching a little but it was nothing he couldn't deal with by now. The indents on his face were still highly noticeable but there was nothing he could do about them. He returned his attention to his book as Thor started pacing round the room, as he did when he was distressed. Good, Loki thought.

Loki didn't look up from the book until he heard the rhythm of Thor's steps jolt. Looking up, he could see Thor staring at nothing, a confused frown on his face, blinking hard. Thor swayed on the spot for a moment, increasingly so before turning to Loki.

"I don't...don't feel so good..." Loki raised his is eyebrows at him, smirking slightly and saw as Thor's eyes became more confused. He started looking around a little frantically before his eyes settled on the jug of water next to Loki on the table. His face dropped.

"You...whahhddidyouu...dooo..." Thor collapsed to the floor before he could finish the question. Loki clapped the book shut, very composed, he stood up, now towering above his brother. He stepped towards him, making Thor scramble to get away, not getting very far as his muscles felt heavier by the second, his vision blurring. He was trying to speak but everything just mashed together and he passed out just as he saw Loki lean towards him, a huge grin on his face.

...

When Thor finally came to, his head still feeling heavy, he looked around a little bit confused until he remembered where he was. He rushed to sit up but his arms were chained to the bed. He panicked a little, struggling, trying to break the bindings but they shocked him slightly, and he realised they were magic.

Loki had returned to the seat he had been in when Thor had arrived back into his chambers, nose back in his book, like he hadn't noticed that Thor was awake, smiling to himself a little. He looked up, face feigning a slight surprise.

"Oh, good you're awake."

He smiled at Thor before shutting his book and getting up. Thor struggled in the chains again, feeling the slight shock pulsing through them, the more he struggled, the stronger they felt.

"You like them? It seems...my magic is back. I had really missed it, you know. I wasn't even sure if I could remember how to use it." He smirked slowly at Thor; he could see how his anger was rising.

"Loki…Stop this nonsense, release me at once!"

"Oh but I'm not quite finished yet...brother!" He walked around the bed watching Thor as he did. Thor looked down at himself. Loki had taken off any of the metal armour he had been wearing and all he wore now were his underclothes, a pair of fitted black under trousers and an undershirt to match, though this was lined with a little red.

Loki stopped at the end of the bed, in front of Thor.

"So...guess you're going to be a daddy hmm? Do you feel proud? Exited? A wonderful sense of achievement it must be. Want to know how I feel?"

"Loki…I…" He said no more because Loki had suddenly come up next to his and smacked him hard in the face.

"I would tell you but I'm not even sure words could describe it anymore!" He stopped speaking, closed his eyes and breathed to calm down, amused nonchalance returning to his face. He gritted his teeth hard.

"But I suppose I should be...thankful, right? After all you did save. My. Life...who am I to not grovel at your feet when my rape was only in my best interest."

Thor's face said everything. Loki could see that Thor knew he had done wrong, maybe he somewhat felt guilty about it...he would feel worse before this was over.

"What was I supposed to do, they were going to kill you, there was no other way."

"You didn't have to rape me Thor, would discussing things with me not have been a better idea, giving me a choice?"

"You wouldn't have gone through with it, don't even pretend you would have."

"That didn't mean you could decide for me Thor, that was not your choice!"

Loki was leaning towards him slightly; his eyes piercing the older gods, making Thor feel uncomfortable.

"You know I...uh...I do recall you mentioning one little thing while you were fucking me up the arse, I don't know if you do...what was it now? Something like, 'has no one ever touched you like this before?' Was that it?"

Thor just looked at him, not quite sure where he was going with this. Loki just smiled wider at him, looking a little more delirious as he did.

"You see, you never actually waited for my answer, not that I could with the gag around my mouth...oh wait...can you still see the pressure marks from where that indented?" He leaned close to Thor now and Thor could see them, surely not as deep as before but nowhere near to fading.

"I'm not sure they will ever fade you know, like my skin is used to not being in those little indents now, strange since everything else has healed...physically...anyway...where was I? Ah yes, your question. I think you said 'blushing like a shy virgin, I don't need you to speak to know'...something to that effect. Well...brother...there's a reason why one would be as you say 'blushing like a virgin' when another person is fucking them...can you guess what it is? Or have you already figured that one out?"

Thor looked at him, eyes wide in realisation of what he had meant, he had thought that the chances of Loki having been taken from behind before were pretty high, since this was Loki, Loki who was interested in both sexes, Loki who was both sexes for fucks sake, surely he had experimented at least once in his thousand years of life. Loki was still smiling at him.

"I can see you trying to figure it out, of course, why wouldn't I have found myself a nice well dressed gent and...played around a little right? Well, no, actually I was keeping that for someone I could trust, just never met anyone for that to happen...too late now I suppose."

"Loki..."

"Ahhh...I almost forgot, silly me, yes, more memories, I know how thinking hurts your head. But, Do you recall this morning, when you were pulling out the uncharacteristically large plugs? Yes, I'm sure you do. Well, I don't suppose you remember the blood from the first one do you?"

Thor's eyes went wider still...oh no.

"I mean, I wouldn't expect you to, I'm sure it's normal to bleed sometimes after rough sex, though you pair that with 'blushing like a virgin' and it all starts to look a little peculiar, am I right?"

"No...Loki..."

"Yes Thor...I think you got it, is it such a strange thing, for people my age to have not had sex! Is it really so rare?" Actually, yes it was, but Loki wasn't going to dwell on that for now. It had been his choice. His celibacy, not for anyone else.

"Actually Thor, think back more, as you were taking my clothes off, when you first looked upon my…duel sex…was there any virgin blushing then? Do you remember...brother of mine?"

Thor stared at his brother in confusion, shaking his head, fumbling for words...surely he couldn't be saying...

"YES, THOR, WELL DONE, YOU'VE GOT IT!" Loki clapped his hands together slowly. "Not only was I still a virgin, no one had so much as touched me where you did...brother. Only mother, and probably Odin but I don't like to think about that, had ever seen me truly...naked."

Thor was even more confused, none of this made sense.

"That can't be...how did people know you were duel sexed, I doubt mother or father spread them rumours"

"It's not that difficult to spread rumours, Thor, I say one thing in passing, next thing you know, it's spreading like a disease. Although the rumours did somewhat earn me a bit of a reputation, which is putting it lightly but I couldn't have everyone knowing about your frigid little brother now could I? I would much rather be known as a whore, but I guess; now I don't have to pretend. Hmmm, yes, maybe I should be thanking you after all."

"Loki...brother..."

Loki was in his face before he could even blink, holding his dagger against his throat. His eyes looked wild, some of his hair falling forwards. He screamed in his face.

"NO THOR, YOU DONT GET TO CALL ME THAT! NOT ANYMORE, DO YOU HEAR ME?" Loki's voice was breaking, not used to yelling, tears flooding his eyes and spilling down his cheeks. Dammit Loki, that was the third time today, get a hold of it! He pulled back, wiping his eyes and brushing his hands over his hair to pull it back into place, forcing his face to show no emotion.

"Loki...Loki please, this isn't going to solve anything. I know what I did but I was desperate, I was drunk...I'm sorry! I wish I could go back and do it differently and believe me I would but I would still have done something, I can't have you die Loki, not yet, it's not right." Loki had turned away, struggling to keep his composure.

"...Loki...Loki...look at me, please."

Loki turned back round, head down and he began undoing the buttons to his shirt. Thor tried to make eye contact with him.

"Loki, I meant what I said, I'm am sorry but I can't change it, I just wanted to save my brother and I know you would have done the same for me before and I would have known that you were only trying to...Loki...what are you doing?"

Loki had pulled off his shirt, still not looking at Thor; he started to undo his trousers.

"Would you Thor, truly, would you have been able to endure what you did to me?" And Thor suddenly realised where this was heading.

"Loki...hold on...Loki..."

Loki stepped out of his trousers, now completely naked. Turning round he walked to the table, looking down at something Thor couldn't see.

"I don't suppose it matters anyway, rape isn't about consent now is it?"

"No...Loki, please...listen to me..."

Loki picked up the items on the table, turning round he came to stand at the end of the bed again. Little bowl of oil in one hand and...No. Thor's eyes widened more, breathing stopped. Loki smiled.

"Oh good, so you do remember this. Honestly, never rely on a servant to dispose of such things; always do that part by yourself." He laughed. Thor panicked. Loki held up one of the rather large plugs that Thor had used on him.

"Oh come now brother, this will be easy, there's only one of these for you, since there's only one place to stick it, you should feel relieved I even brought oil."

Thor struggled against the restraints. Loki spread some oil onto the plug with his hand before turning back to Thor.

"Loki please...this will not solve anything...no, Loki...stop this at once!"

Loki climbed onto the bed, smiling at Thor, plug in one hand, his dagger in the other. He straddled the older gods' thighs, slipping the blade of the dagger under Thor's shirt, making him still instantly. He quickly pulled his arm up, cutting and tearing the shirt the right through the middle. Thor winced and flinched.

"Loki...no...Please...don't do this, stop...don't..."

"I would think you are feeling pretty sorry now." Loki's smile was disturbing, Thor felt sick. The younger god used the dagger to undo the clasps of Thor's trousers, letting out small, pleased breaths as he did. Thor didn't dare move while he did this, but continued trying to plead with his brother, to reason with him. Loki put the dagger and plug down so he could pull at Thor's trousers, pulling off his underwear with them, his brother struggling again.

Loki climbed back on top of him and Thor bucked, trying to throw him off, Loki just grabbed his dagger again and put it to his throat.

"I would advise you to keep still, it's in your own best interests."

"Loki, what will this solve? It won't change what happened...LOKI..!"

Loki had stopped listening. Loki was spreading his brothers' legs apart. Loki was smiling so wide, he could split his face.

"Don't worry Thor, even you get some preparation, it's only fair since you allowed me such a kindness."

That was true but Loki's preparation hadn't come in the shape of a rather large dildo. The object of which, Loki was picking up ready to press into his brother.

"Now now brother, struggling will only make things more difficult for you, I would know." He pressed the dagger back to Thor's neck, making him stop instantly, breathing roughly. This was it; he should have known Loki would want his revenge, that's how Loki worked. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the plug come into contact with the skin by his hole; it didn't push in yet though. Loki was going to drag this out.

"Open your eyes you dim witted oaf."

Thor didn't want to but he knew Loki would want to see him as he got his revenge. Slowly he opened his eyes, instantly frowning in utter confusion as a rather serious looking Loki was standing beside the bed, looking down at his face...fully clothed, while the Loki who had been about to rape him was still sitting on top of him, still holding that crazy smile, plug still pressed against Thor's hole, dagger still against his throat.

"Wha..?" Thor was painfully confused, he couldn't breathe. The Loki standing next to him smirked, then the naked Loki on top of him disappeared, along with the plug and dagger. Thor looked down, he realised he was also fully clothed and his arms weren't bound to the bed. He pulled his arms to himself, staring at Loki questioningly, still feeling a little shaken.

"I'm many things Thor...but I am not a rapist." Loki looked at Thor blankly for a moment then turned to leave. Thor was in too much shock to follow him.