A/N: watch out, this chapter contains heavy Thorki SMUT !
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-je
Flashback
I was running carelessly trough the white and golden glimmering halls of the palace.
Everything was a blur and turning.
I was confused and the obscuring lights of night turning slowly into day were making me sick.
Asgards beauty, which I always thought was ultimate, superior and never to be compared to anything else was making my insides boil with bitter bile of sadness and loneliness.
Where was I supposed to go now?
I was banished of the realm of Gods.
Breathing seemed such a hard task and I felt tears slowly running down my cheeks.
I stumbled over my own feet and fell to my knees. I held onto one of the huge massive marble pillars and let the tears run freely.
The pain seemed all consuming.
The hate seemed omnipresent.
But there was something else inside me... something that even though everything around me seemed to crumble, something warm – a feeling that I couldn't quite grasp. What was it?
What light was there if everything was so dark?
What love could there be if all that I felt was hate?
What tenderness could I compose if all I ever came to know was harshness and brutality written upon my being? What truth did they want from my thong if all they ever spoke to me were lies?
Was it not the ultimate question for truth that we all were seeking? And that personification of truth that none of us would ever reach because it seemed that our whole life was filled with so many questions and lies that seeking that ultimate truth, the epitome of ultimate satisfaction in answers was absolute senseless. Seeing, knowing and understanding this was my truth and that was why I spoke lies.
No there was nothing for me here.
I stood up on shaky legs and somehow those shaky limbs carried me out of the blinding white towards the Bifröst.
My lips, hands my whole body was shaking as I stood on the rainbow bridge. I stared down into the complete darkness and I felt the abyss calling me.
Ragnarök will be my ultimate destiny?
No I would not let this be my end.
I would not bow to this conclusion.
I held my head high and turned back to the city that was now slowly rising.
Slowly but steadily the sun was changing the sky into glorious colours. The sun was painting the sky in orange and bloody red and yellow. The sky was burning.
The few clouds on the firmament were in the loveliest pink and a little smile was creeping on my face. Like little sheep they were dancing and prancing over the sky.
I stood there close to nothing and watched the night sky fade away the knowledge that soon you would be raising as well dawned upon me.
Would you be thinking of me if I left now?
Would Odin tell you anything at all?
Would you miss me?
I couldn't linger any longer for just one more thought of you would be my death of me for sure.
So with your sweet name on my rasped lips I turned and fell.
It was dark and I wasn't sure if it was because of the darkness that was engulfing my entire being or if it was because I kept my eyes closed. I didn't care anymore.
All will end someday and for me the ending seemed so close because you were so far away and with every second that I was falling; your tender touch, your loving heart, your strong arms and all that we were was falling apart with me. I was sure of that.
And so I was waiting until the hard ground might catch me to pull me back into reality, a reality without you. But until then I was allowed to linger in my dreams. In a world where I was not banished from all that I have known, my home, my family, ... my heart.
I was imagining you in bed, where I have left you. I saw you right before my eyes as you stretched your long tanned limbs.
Soon I knew you would turn around and groan because the light was falling onto your face and you just wanted to sleep a bit longer.
You drew in a deep breath and groaned. I knew it. I knew you just too well. I smiled and waited for you to turn around. I felt the white linen shift and with that you finally turned to face me. You practically rolled on top of me and buried your face in the pit of my neck while your hands moved to my black hair to get entangled there. ''hmm...loggii...'ts too 'ight''
I pulled you closer to me and buried my face in the mass of blond hair.
''Excuse me? What did you say?'' I grinned.
''Pull the curtains close... It's to light. ''
''Well then you have to get off me.'' I stated since I felt you cuddle even closer to me and your arms were pulling me closer and your lips were doing wondrous things to my neck.
''No. Don't want to.''
''But then the curtains have to stay open...hmmm...''
You lifted your head and looked at me. I had to smile because the blond mop of your hair was tousled and dishevelled from sleep and you still looked kind of sleepy since your eyes were still half closed. ''Well then they have to stay open... '' There was a wicked grin on your face. ''Like this I can at least see all your beauty and...'' You leaned down to finally grant me a short kiss. ''And like this I can see all your lovely features of ecstasy... I will watch how wantonly you will throw you head back in pleasure when I claim you. Would you like that, my love? ''
Your hands tenderly caressing my scalp were slowly wandering down to my cheeks and started stroking them slowly. I immediately leaned into your loving touch.
I felt his hot breath so close to my lips that I thought my lips were on fire. I opened my mouth just a bit so I could breathe him in.
He moved and shifted around a bit – but now his whole body was on top of the younger man and he was looking directly into Lokis eyes. A soft loving smile was still plastered on his face.
He reached between them and with a quick soft touch he felt Loki willingly part his soft tights so he could easily move between them. Thor pulled Loki closer and embraced him. He buried his face in the pit of his brothers neck, just under his ear where he started to suck and nuzzle. He wanted to leave a mark... he wanted to leave marks all over the lovely pale body of his brother. Those beautiful hands that now started to pull at his hair – he wanted to kiss each finger.
Those lovely legs – creamy white tights firmly wrapped around his hips, steadily pulling him closer – he wanted to kiss and caress them.
Loki just had to look at him with his deep dark green eyes, shining with something mysterious that he wasn't able to understand and he wasn't himself anymore. He was devoured by the lust of consuming his black haired beauty. He wanted to take him, claim him and have him only for himself. Just the simple idea of sharing Loki with anybody was driving him mad with jealousy and just thinking about it was making his heart beat faster. No! Loki was his! His alone!
He lifted his head and looked at Loki.
The black hair was dishevelled, his cheeks were flushed and he was breathing a bit faster than usual.
He felt Lokis cool hands on his cheek softly scratching his beard and travelling from his face to his neck onwards to his back, were they lingered for a moment.
I looked up at Thor while his gaze was also fixed upon me.
My hands moved over his shoulders to his arms were I felt his muscles flex under my touch.
My hands travelled up and down his body to memories his entire being.
He slowly pulled away from me only to sit on his knees and in one fluid movement he pulled me with him to sit in his lap.
My breathing was kind of ragged when I realized the position that we now were in.
''You make me mad... Loki.''
Thor lifted the smaller and lighter body of his brother up so Loki could sit in his lap.
He wanted to pull those lovely cheeks apart and claim the hidden passage. Hidden... only for him.
The blond let his hands travel and let them linger on the firm buttocks of the Trickster.
His large hands were groping and squeezing the soft flesh.
He felt the smaller man press against him and he felt Lokis erection pressing against his stomach.
Thor reached down and took it in his hand and started rubbing their erections against each other.
Lokis back arched towards him while moving wantonly in passionate movements against him.
While Thor watched in satisfaction how his sweet lover rode his lap in passion he was also having a hard time not to come to fast.
Oh the sounds that left those kiss swollen lips – sinful and glorious – Thor didn't know what true love or lust was until he had Loki full of love in his arms and naked in his bed. He didn't know how desperate one could be because of love and how much desire one could feel if love was provoking your entire being to such extent that you might feel like passing out if satisfaction, just a touch from the person your heart desires, was held back from you for one more moment.
The sounds that left Lokis lips were torture and pleasure for Thor all at the same time.
He was tortured by those sounds of sweet surrender in the most glorious way because he knew what would follow. But he couldn't wait anymore. He couldn't take the distance between their bodies for one more second. ''Loki I can't take it anymore... I need you.''
I felt as if everything was blurring as I felt Thor pulling me so much closer.
I felt Thors throbbing erection pressing against my own and I couldn't hold back a load moan.
Just feeling him in such an intimate way, so close to me, pressed against me was driving me crazy.
My hands reached out – one was reaching for his hair and pulling at his blond locks to pull his face to me while my other hand was on his back and was scratching.
He immediately followed my lead and the second his lips collided with mine I felt bliss consuming me. This kiss was rough, wet and sloppy. His tongue was moving against mine in a dominating way – just like our bodies. He pulled away a bit and looked at me with hazy eyes, heavy with lust.
''Lay back. I want to watch your face while I take you. I want to see how much pleasure I give you.'' I did as I was told and laid back. ''Good. Now; spread your lovely tights for me. I wish to see all of what belongs to me. For you do belong to me, do you not Loki?'' I immediately spread my legs for him and looked up into his face with my gaze also heavy clouded with lust. ''Yes, Thor,... Yes I am yours. '' He seemed happy with my answer. He reached out for the small jar on the nightstand and with its creamy, oily contents he prepared his cock. Some of the oily substance was still on his fingers when he reached out and I automatically pulled my legs up. ''Good... Such a good boy.'' He praised me. I felt his fingers on my opening and moaned in delight. ''Thor... please.''
''What my love? What do you desire?''
I actually didn't know what it was that I desired. I was completely captivated by a storm of feelings.
I reached out for him and pulled him closer again so I was able to kiss him.
While I sucked and bit on his bottom lip I felt Thors fingers breach my entrance.
He immediately pushed two fingers inside me and soon afterwards the third finger was following.
He pushed them deeper inside me while I was pressing my body closer against his massive form.
I sucked on his tongue, my eyes firmly shut, while his fingers were fucking me with such vigour that I was glad that my mouth was occupied because I was sure I would be screaming in pleasure since he was rapidly hitting that spot deep inside me – over and over again.
But soon I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled away from the kiss to moan out loud.
''Take me Thor... Please.''
''How pretty it sounds when you beg. I am sure that I will never get enough of hearing that. How bad do you want me?'' Slowly Thor pulled out his fingers and started to stroke his erection in slow deliberate moves. ''Oh Loki... I could just come watching you like this. So open and ready for me to take you. To have my way with you.'' He leaned down again to claim Lokis lips in a short but sweet kiss.
''I will take you now. Spread your legs a bit more my love.''
Thors hands steadily held Lokis hips as he entered the tight hot passage of muscled clenching around him. He moaned and smiled down at his brother. ''You are so lovely, so perfect. You were made for me. You belong to me.''
It didn't take very long and Thor was snapping his hips forward to fully sheet his cock inside his lover. He moved his hips fast and hard. His hands were gripping onto Lokis hips to hold him still.
Loki was desperately trying to move against him, bucking up and aching his back towards him.
Thor was lowering his head again only to take one of his brothers lovely nipples between his lips to suck on them. He pulled the small frame of Lokis being closer to him and growled in satisfaction when he felt Lokis legs wrap around his waist and steadily pulling him deeper while Lokis nails were scratching on his back. Thor was pounding in the body below him and watched as Loki threw his head from side to side in wild abandon. He pushed his cock deeper and harder inside that willing body and with every trust he felt his climax coming closer.
He slowed down his trusts and whispered in Lokis ear, ''Tell me Loki, will you scream for me?''
I was in delirium when I heard Thors voice so close to my ear. I tried to concentrate at least to such extent that I would be able to find out the comprehension of the spoken words. But I think that in the past few hours Thor has royally fucked out the last bit of brain that I have possessed.
I was reduced to a mumbling, ranting, panting, moaning mass of flesh. Begging to be filled with Thors essence. I was holding onto him while he pounded into my body. I arched my back towards him even more, in a desperate try to be closer. I threw my head back as soon as I felt his lips on my burning skin.
I was on fire as soon as his fingers touched my skin and all that was left of my proud self was a trembling, begging mass left at his mercy. ''I'm... I... so... so close... Please do not stop. Thor!''
''Never... Never... Loki... Loki...''
He was pushing them both closer to the edge until they were both coming screaming each other's names. He was coming deep inside Loki coating the insides of his brother with his cum. He was still pushing deeper and deeper, not willing to pull out yet. Not willing to part from this warmth and tight bliss that was wrapped around him. Panting and groaning they were trying to calm down from their post coital bliss. He was falling on top of Loki and embraced him in his arms.
''I love you, Loki.''
My eyes were still closed and all I realized was Thors ragged breathing and my hammering heartbeat.
I wished I could freeze this moment, when we were alone in this room between white linen sheets, the sun shining upon his god like face, making his blond hair shine golden and all the troubles of the world were not relevant to us because we had us.
In such moments nothing but our love seemed important.
I kept my eyes closed and held him close to me. I just wanted to breathe him in.
He was everything to me.
He was my other half.
You have never loved if you have not burned.
With him - I burned.
I felt the flames of desire and despair.
Love is not a word,
Love is a feeling,
nagging at your insides,
eating you up, consuming you,
taking a hold of you.
It is like a maze,
with no way out.
But I never wanted to find a way out
of the deepest wildest most passionate dreams
in which you have led me.
You have captured me in a web of feelings,
in a storm you have taken me,
and in those linen sheets you will keep me.
I am your prisoner.
You are my Keeper.
Eternity will never be enough,
for a love - such as mine.
''I love you too, Thor.''
I wished I'd never wake from this dream.
I wished that I could just fall forever.
No - that would be a lie.
I wished, even though it would mean to live a life of lies and uncertainty, to be back in Asgard, to be back with my family and to be back in your arms.
But there is no turning back now.
All that is before me now is darkness; the abyss of complete devastation was all around me.
White has turned into black.