A/N: Sorry for the long wait, here you go, new chapter, set in 16th century, location: central America

"You have to be more careful, Thiago, or you'll be caught lurking here by the governor. You know how protective he is about his treasure." Juan mocked his comrade who was hidden in the bushes behind the governor's tent, trying to catch the glimpse of his commander's most prized possession.

"Shut up, Juan! I wasn't lurking, I was just taking a dump." Thor made up the best excuse he could come up with at the time and the only one justifying the fact that his pants were down.

"Oh, I presume shitting is much more fun done here than behind your own tent?" Juan laughed.

"Yes, now, will you excuse me, I'm not done yet." Thor seeped through his teeth, trying to get rid of the unwanted company.

"I can see that." Juan snickered, his eyes catching a glimpse of Thor's rock hard cock, only half hidden by his hands. "But tell me, do you see anything from here?" He lowered himself, trying to be on the same eye level as Thor.

"Just leave!" Thor roared, causing Juan to flinch and stand up straight.

"Fine! Just pray to God you don't get caught by governor, or worse… Don Lorenzo himself." Juan whispered.

That name, Lorenzo, made Thor feel weak in his knees, made his heart beat faster, forced his hands to start working on his member again, disregarding Juan's presence.

"You, my friend, are one sick son of a bitch." Juan made a disgusted face and shook his head and decided to leave Thor to continue his business more privately. He thought this long journey across the unknown lands made his friend lose his mind and the lack of women around forced him to search for the next best thing – Don Lorenzo.

Because from the day he first arrived at the camp of Spanish settlers in the new world, Don Lorenzo has been a feared and mysterious figure, one that disregarded the presence of everyone else, but their governor Enrique, serving him as a translator, helping him conquer these lands and deal with the indigenous tribes. The rumours said he started out as one of them, orphaned at an early age, sold to Spanish conquistadors as a slave and adopted Christian religion, changing his name to "Lorenzo" and from then on serving the Spaniards, helping them gain territory and gold.

Little respect did he get for this, both among his people and the settlers, for one who could betray his own folk so easily was not to be trusted. Yet, since their governor accepted and relied upon him, nobody dared to say a word against him.

Thor didn't care much about these stories, so what if he was a traitor of his people, if he sold them out for comfort, if he aligned with a ruthless man that their governor was… because he felt this invisible force drawing him to this man, his eyes always following him, always wanting to be near. The tragedy of the situation was that the man he admired wasn't even aware of Thor's existence, for he was much concerned with those in command, not caring about simple soldiers, replaceable nobodies like Thor, at least not until one day, they accidently met at the waterfall. Loki and Thor, reunited once again, as Lorenzo and Thiago, unaware of their true identities.

Truth be said, the whole incident was less of an accident on Thor's side, as he followed Loki that day, hoping to catch a glimpse of his naked body and was instead caught by his own prey, having to make up a story, explaining how he also chose the same waterfall as his bathing spot.

Loki was quite impressed, believing he was the only one who knew about the place and he admired Thor's adventurous nature, thinking he found the place when he explored the nature around the camp. One thing led to another, and soon they found themselves in this silent agreement of always coming to this spot at the same time, where they would indulge in activities far more exciting than just bathing.

Before he knew it, Thor has become the cleanest person in the camp, taking daily showers and enjoying them greatly. Soon, their daily meetings weren't enough for him, wanting to spend more time around Loki, getting nervous if he didn't get to see him.

As he tried to catch a glimpse of Loki's body through the tent, he didn't even notice a shadow of the person inside of it, approaching him. A hand slipped out of the tent, pulling him inside, causing him to fall on the ground, his pants around his ankles and his naked butt up in the air.

"Just what do you think you are doing, moron?!"

As if falling over wasn't a punishment enough, he got an additional one in the form of being hit over the head with a sheeted dagger.

"Ouch!" He yelped, trying to protect his head with his hands.

"Can't you wait half a day?"

"Lorenzo…" He whimpered, recognizing this stern voice immediately.

As Thor looked up, all he could see through his hair was a pair of hands, holding a golden dagger.

"Don't stalk me like that, you know you'll get to see me tomorrow morning, why are you so anxious?" Loki crouched next to him.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, just being near you was enough to satisfy myself, even if we were parted by a tarp." Thor said sincerely, causing Loki to sigh.

"What will I do with you, Thiago?" He reached out a hand to remove Thor's hair out of his face, uncovering apologetic blue eyes that were staring at him intensively. As much as he tried to convince himself this mere soldier meant nothing to him, in moments like this he became aware of how much he actually cared about the poor guy.

"Kiss me?" Thor suggested, immediately dispelling Loki's short moment of amazement, causing him to push him away and stand up angrily, leaving Thor on the ground.

"You're lucky Enrique didn't catch you here." He sneered.

"Oh yeah, where is he?" Thor was surprised by the governor's absence from his own tent.

"I don't know… He's preparing the strategy for attacking the Aztecs?" Loki shrugged.

Thor grunted as he slowly picked himself up from the floor and finally managed to pull up his pants. He tried not to voice his concerns about the governor's plans, or question Loki's involvement in them, for he had it enough of being shushed by Loki. This one time, as he questioned the necessity of Loki sharing the tent with the governor, he was punished by not being allowed to visit the waterfall for three days. He didn't really want to risk that again, but holding it in was even more difficult.

"And you're fine with that?" He asked Loki.

"Fine with what?"

"This attack on your countrymen? We have more gold than we can carry home on our ships, what's the point of this?"

"First of all… the Aztecs are not my countrymen, for my tribe has been under their oppression for ages, even before you people showed up. Second – it's not about the gold anymore for Enrique."

Thor rolled his eyes. Even though he was under Enrique's direct command, serving him became more and more difficult as time passed by. The governor became conceited, disregarding the orders of Spanish king, working on his own, wanting to rule from the Caribbean Sea to the Pacific Ocean, conquering everything.

"It's about power, dominance, respect…" Loki explained.

"He thinks he's a god." Thor snorted.

"Maybe these people need a figure like that in their lives. A real god, made of flesh and blood, one that will keep them safe, instead of some unseen spirits that demand human sacrifices."

"These people? Weren't you once one of them?" Thor didn't like the words coming out of Loki's mouth.

"Maybe I was once… Until I've seen the light."

"By light… you mean Enrique?" Thor snorted as he was suddenly starting to get consumed by jealousy.

Loki sighed, not answering this question directly. "Why do you hate him so much? Didn't you come here willingly, under his guidance?"

"That was before I knew what he's capable of! He's killing left and right just to get what he wants!"

"All gods demand some sort of a sacrifice." Loki concluded.

"He is not a god!" Thor suddenly grabbed him by his arms, trying to talk sense into this man. He was angry at how blindly one man could follow orders from another, he wanted to shake him until he finally saw how wrong all of Enrique's actions were. "He is dangerous and unpredictable. You are not safe by his side!"

"And you're jealous!" Loki freed himself from Thor's grasp in one swift movement, pushing the blond man away.

"I might be! But at least I'm not blind, like you!" Thor grunted out.

Loki took a quick step forward and placed a loud slap across Thor's face.

"I thought you came here for a fuck, not a fight, but I can give you one if you're so eager." Loki spouted.

Thor massaged his cheek where it got struck, trying not to think about how good Loki looked even in this furious state, with his pupils dilated, his nostrils flaring and his cheeks reddened. He tried to keep that little restraint he had left not to pounce on him this instant for even though he disagreed with his views on the matter, this still didn't diminish his carnal desire.

"I didn't actually come for either of those things, I just planned to admire you from a safe distance." He grumbled.

"Sure… you were panting loudly like a dog, only few feet away from me, you thought I wouldn't notice you?" Loki grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him closer. "Now come and be done with this, before our boss returns and beats the shit out of both of us." He went in for a kiss but was pushed away by Thor.

It took a lot of self-restrain in that moment, to push away the man who was on his mind the whole day, man he wanted nothing more but to take in his arms and ravage him. But this little conversation they had, made him so angry that he decided to disregard his own desires, out of principle.

"I'm not in the mood." He murmured, trying not to look him in the eyes.

"You're always in the mood." Loki snarled.

"Well, now I'm not!" He spat out, and passed Loki, opening the tent so he could leave.

"Fine! Enjoy your hand!" Loki shouted behind him sarcastically.

"Yeah… Enjoy Enrique." Thor murmured to himself once he was on the outside.

Five days – that was how long Loki was the only one taking the long cold baths at the waterfalls. He came there every day, at the same time as always, just to find he was the only one there. He even stayed longer than usual and still managed to stay the only one. He didn't know why he was getting so upset – was it because he didn't like being rejected like this or because he was actually disappointed by Thor's absence. Or both…

"Thiago?" Juan cautiously approached his friend as he finally found him eating dinner. "Tell me you're not in some kind of a trouble?"

"What?" Thor was surprised by this sudden accusation as he stuffed his mouth full of corn.

"The governor has just summoned you to his tent." Juan said, worried. Governor Enrique didn't really call someone over until they screwed up big time.

Thor's mind started running wild, thinking about what all this fuss was about, was he perhaps outed as an opponent of governor's actions? And was that done by Loki, since he was the only one who knew about this? He cursed his words form the other day, when he revealed his true feelings about this in front of Loki.

He dragged his feet to the place where he was summoned to, reluctantly, trying to postpone it as long as he could. When he shyly entered governor's tent, he was slightly confused.

"You're not the governor." He said upon seeing Loki standing alone in the dim candlelit space.

"How incredibly perceptive of you, Thiago." Loki gasped.

"I was told…" Thor started but was interrupted by Loki closing up on him and smelling him. Upon a closer inspection, Thor noticed the other was wearing only a nightgown, and couldn't help but to wonder if he wore anything under it.

"You smell like someone who didn't take a wash in a week."

"Um… actually, it was five days." He tried to get the images of naked Loki out of his head.

"So, you counted it?" Loki said with a satisfactory smile on his face that he just couldn't contain. "I was waiting for you, you know?" He continued.

"I didn't know. I thought governor would take care of your… needs." Thor said bluntly.

"How many times do I have to tell you – it's not like that!" Loki grunted.

"Sure. That's why you sleep right next to him." Thor looked around the tent, spotting two improvised beds, placed closer than he liked them to be."

"He's paranoid and hates sleeping alone, afraid someone would cut his throat in the middle of the night." Loki explained.

"By the way… where is he?"

"He's not here, we're alone." Loki smirked seductively, slithering next to Thor and putting his arms around him. "I could get used to this foul smell, I guess."

"You're making it difficult for me to resist you." Thor grunted, knowing he could no longer deny Loki's pursuit. Last time was hard enough and five days later it was impossible.

"Then don't…" Loki whispered as he started licking Thor's ear, tracing a wet trail all the way to his collar bone.

"Ah… Lorenzo…" Thor surrendered, his hands finally gripping Loki's firm ass, lifting him up from the ground, into his arms, while he nuzzled his face into Loki's chest.

"Good boy!" Loki purred. "Now walk us over to my bed."

"Which one is yours?" Thor looked up at him in confusion.

"Just… whatever." Loki couldn't wait a minute longer.

Once Thor slumped them on the bed, Loki ended up sitting in his lap, a perfect position to be in charge of this. He pushed Thor down and violently ripped his shirt open. His fingers trailed over the tense muscles of his abdomen and ended up working on unbuckling his belt.

Thor arched his hips up, desperate for those fingers to touch the thing that was concealed under the fabric.

"Patience, Thiago!" Loki had to laugh at his desperate expression.

"Ah! Please! I can't wait a minute longer…" Thor yelped.

Loki crooked his head and smiled wickedly as he ground his hips into the body beneath him. "Shouldn't have ignored me for five days."

"I'm sorry! I'm so… sorry!" Thor panted, his hands pulling Loki down, nails digging into his sides, lifting up the nightgown he was wearing.

"You better be…" Loki threatened, as he finally managed to get Thor's member out in the open.

Thor's fingers automatically went under Loki's nightdress, trying to figure out what was underneath the fabric. The delight on his face was obvious once he felt nothing but naked skin under the tips of his fingers. He kneaded his butt cheeks eagerly, and as he started to part them, in search for an entrance, he was interrupted by Loki's whisper.

"I already prepared myself for you." He snickered seeing how Thor started breathing irregularly.

"Don't tease me like that… just let me inside." He was starting to lose his patience, five days of not getting it taking their toll.

Loki finally took it into his hands, as he positioned himself right over Thor's shaft. He lowered himself onto it slowly, guiding the head in through the twitching ring of muscles. Thor had it enough of this slow teasing and he lifted his hips up violently, causing Loki to be impaled on his cock immediately.

"Ugh, damn…" Loki gasped as he was stretched out in one go, the preparation he has made earlier being of little help when dealing with such a large thing.

Thor sat up, putting his arms around Loki, trying to console him and offer him a better angle. He slobbered all over Loki's neck, trying to kiss him properly but the sensation of being engulfed by Loki's heat made most of his actions incoherent, only his hips arching up in a perfect rhythm.

"I need you…" Thor panted into Loki's neck as he thrust into him relentlessly.

Loki's fingers were tangled up into Thor's messy hair, he was pulling on it while screaming out his name. "Thiago!"

"Nnnhhh… I love you, Lorenzo…" Thor wasn't even aware of what came out of his mouth in the heat of the passion.

"Don't… Don't say that." Loki shook his head and pulled on his hair even harder. "Don't say that…" He begged.

"I love you so much…" Thor continued, disregarding Loki's pleas. "We should be doing this all the time. I want us to do this all the time." He looked straight into Loki's eyes just as he was ready to release into him.

"I'm so sorry…" Loki shook his head. "I'm sorry." Loki barely managed to say, not only because his eyes watered up, but mostly because he felt Thor's heat filling him up completely.

As he felt Thor's member twitching and releasing inside of him, all he wanted was for this moment to last for a while longer, even though he knew it too well that he himself has made this impossible.

"I hope you can forgive me." He rested his head on Thor's shoulder and before Thor could ask what this was all about, a sharp voice came from behind them.

"Ay dios mio… on my bed no less?!" A large man spotting a moustache and a rather funny looking goatee was standing with them in the tent, for who knows how long. His hands were crossed on his chest and he was definitely not happy seeing this lewd image before him.

Loki jumped up immediately, Thor slipping out of him, followed by a trail of sticky white liquid pouring out of him. He was lucky enough the nightgown covered his own member, for that would be quite a sight.

Thor sat up on the improvised bed, pulling the sheets over his nakedness, his mind so blank he couldn't even think of an excuse. And even in his most reasonable state, he couldn't have explained it to this man why was his translator riding him.

"Toninho!" The bearded man shook his head.

"His name is Thiago, actually…" Loki said with an astonishing composure.

"Whatever! He's Portugese, right?" The man shrugged, finding Thor's name not to be of great importance, focusing more on his deed. "I'm really disappointed in you, Portugese."

"Governor, I…" Thor begun, but was interrupted.

"I suspected something was going on. But this…" He spread his arms, looking first at Thor and then at Loki. "And you, Lorenzo! I noticed you were absent minded lately, but this…" He pointed at Thor again. "This is wrong."

"I'm sorry, sir. It will never happen again, I promise." Loki said modestly.

"You, dress up, you're going to the cage to spend the night there." He said to Thor.

The cage was usually meant for offenders or sometimes even served as a spot where people were locked up until they cooled off after a brawl. Thor was wondering what was in question when it came to his imprisonment – was he now being considered a criminal, or were they merely waiting for him to come to his senses.

He was offered food and water, but rejected both, his mind flying to the events from the night before. Loki has said something about being sorry, apologizing about something that didn't make sense back then, yet now… He had his suspicions about it all being a part of Loki's plan, which would mean he purposely tried to get rid of him, and that – now that was a painful notion.

He was curled up into a ball of despair, a state he could spend hours in, when he was startled by a visitor.

"Hey…" Loki greeted him cautiously as he sat next to the cage.

Thor looked up, not answering. His blue eyes just devoured the person before him. He wanted to scream, shout, curse at Loki, yet he could do none of those things.

"Thiago…" Loki started, one hand curling up around a wooden bar.

"I guess it's easier to get me executed, than dumping me." Thor snorted, trying not to cry.

"Don't say that… I did it for your own good." Loki said calmly, not denying what he was accused of.

Thor shook his head, expecting Loki would defend himself and beg for forgiveness, yet he did none of that, genuinely convinced he did it for Thor's wellbeing.

"How will dying benefit me?" He looked up, the bags under his eyes being the evidence of a sleepless night.

"You're not going to die. You'll be sent back to Spain with a ship that sails tomorrow from the port, bringing gold to the king."

"Sent back?" Thor's eyes have widened. "I came here to serve my duty as a soldier, I don't wish to be sent back, like a failure!" He grasped the bars with both of his hands tightly, now coming closer to Loki.

"The governor plans to conquer these lands, from here all the way to the Pacific. What follows is a merciless battle, one that will leave these lands swimming in blood, I don't wish to see you drown in it."

"You're not the one who gets to decide this in my stead!" Thor shouted. "I might disagree with governor's actions, but my duty is to serve him, regardless!"

"I have relieved you of this duty, I talked to him and he agreed to let you go home, Thiago." Loki slowly moved his hand to put it over Thor's, where it held the bar, but his was abruptly brushed off by the enraged prisoner.

"You're not my keeper, Lorenzo! You don't get to decide what is to become of me!" He hissed, glaring mercilessly at the man before him.

"Thiago, I… have come to… towards you…" Loki stuttered, trying to find the right words to express himself, yet not to reveal too much of his feelings. "I care… about you." He gulped.

"You care so much that you wish to send me across the ocean, never to see me again." Thor said monotonously.

"I wish you to live. I'd hate to see you die fighting for a cause you don't believe in."

"That decision was not yours to make." Thor shook his head.

"What you said the other day, about this whole expedition… about my siding with the enemy to defeat the Aztecs… how greatly you opposed to all of it… It struck a chord inside of me, because for the first time in this miserable life of mine, I've met someone so pure and innocent of heart as you. And I wanted you to stay that way till your last breath. Spending your time close to me… in this hell that surrounds us, I didn't want my darkness to rub off on you. I didn't want to bring you down with me."

Thor buried his face in the palms of his hands, wondering how one's life can change so drastically in just a matter of hours. Just last night he was reaching heavenly heights in Loki's arms and now he was sitting in a wooden cage, facing a deportation.

"If you hate it all so much, why don't you board the ship with me?" He lifted his head up, looking straight at Loki.

"You know why." Loki smiled at the idea, knowing how ridiculous it was. Not that he didn't think of it himself, a hundred times before. He knew it would be impossible for him to leave Central America, unless it was together with governor Enrique – and that man had no intention of leaving any time soon. He wanted to conquer the lands, and for that, he needed Loki's help. Having a person who understood the languages of indigenous people, who belonged to one of their tribes before accepting Christianity, he could smooth talk the Aztec leaders easily, offer them protection and knowledge and then slide in with his army once he had their trust, taking their gold and lives.

Letting go of his most prized possession and a mean to an end, 'Lorenzo', was simply not in question. And Loki knew it all too well to think about it any further.

"I'm bound to him and this place forever." Loki tried not to sound too desperate when he said it, but Thor could feel his sadness. He decided to let go of his hurt pride and reached out a hand through the bars, entwining Loki's fingers with his.

"I wish we had met in another time, far from this place, as different people." He sighed.

"Me too." Loki bit his lower lip, trying not to shed a tear.

The next day, Thor was taken straight to the port, unable to say goodbye even to his closest friends and allies, such as Juan. The official explanation for his sudden departure was that he was necessary to guard the gold on its way back to Europe, in fear of the French or Dutch ships attacking them. Nobody knew the real reason, apart from himself, Loki and governor Enrique, who was finally relieved that his translator had no other worries on his mind, but how to help him conquer the new world.