(Not Worksafe)
Loki groaned a little, blinking slowly at the daylight that streamed in through the open window. His side was still stinging of soreness, but not the sharp pain of when he'd been stabbed. It was quiet and he remained still, refusing to panic. A quick glance around determined that he was, indeed, alone. No guards posted on him? There were no manacles binding his wrists or chains. He sat up, realizing as the silken sheets rubbed against his skin that he was naked, in his own bed from two years past, and healed from his wounds. In fact, judging by the feel of him, someone had bathed him. His hair felt clean and so did his body.
He chewed on his bottom lip briefly and glanced around. No one had set out any clothes for him, so either they didn't expect him to be up or they were trying to hold him hostage by keeping him nude. Neither would stop him if he really wanted to leave, of course, so he didn't know what they were playing at. Frowning, he sent a gentle, exploratory tug with his magic and found it bumped up a soft shield that had the name 'Frigga' written all over it. It didn't stop his magic, clearly, but it was preventing something. Narrowing his eyes, he realized that it was preventing him from teleporting. That was all. So if he wanted to leave, it would have to be the old fashioned way.
Loki didn't even consider attempting to break her spell because while he was good, Frigga was just that hair better than he was even after all this time. He was about to throw the furs off and get up when the door opened. He froze, lifting his hand, but managed to stop the spell just in time. Thor looked at him seriously, but refused to make eye contact. Instead, his gaze had landed on Loki's neck, his collarbone, anywhere but his eyes.
Just around the corner he thought he spotted one or two Avengers, but it was so quick that he couldn't be sure. He did know that it wasn't Sif or the Warrior's Three. "What do you want?" he spat. "Why am I here?"
Thor moved forward, closing the door behind him and he dropped heavily on the bed. "You've been asleep for three days, Loki."
His eyes narrowed as he took in the haggard appearance and the bruises that were forming on his cheek and eye. "What happened to you? Those are fresh bruises, not from the battle or your torture."
"…I sparred with the green monster."
"From when? Twelve hours ago?" he asked sarcastically, given Thor's exhausted appearance.
"Longer."
His eyebrows rose and he wondered then if the person he thought he had spotted had been Banner. "Why?"
"I needed…"
It suddenly clicked in his mind and Loki sighed, letting himself fall back against the headboard of the bed, only making the slightest token to keep the furs at his waist level. He really didn't care if Thor saw him, because it wasn't as if Thor would care to see him naked. "This is about what Aleifr said, isn't it? I'm fine, Thor. It was a very, very long time ago. It doesn't bother me anymore."
"It doesn't matter that it doesn't bother you anymore, Loki. It bothers me. I should have… I should have noticed, I should have been there." His hand clenched into a fist, that fist clearly almost trembling with the need to hit something again. "It…disgusts me that I didn't stop it."
"By all the Norns, Thor, you weren't even there! They'd hardly have welcomed you, your magic is pathetically small. What happened, happened and—"
"Loki"
He hid his gasp as suddenly those callused fingers were holding his face, making sure their gazes locked. He could see the anguish and rage that he had taken out on the green beast. He could see why: at full strength, nothing could stand against Thor other than the Hulk and it was a telling point how close the god was to the humans that Banner agreed to his spar.
"I'm sorry."
He blinked at the whispered words. "While I dearly love to hear those words out of your mouth, you've done so much in your life that you have to apologize to me for so I'm going to have to ask you to tell me what you're referring to."
Thor's thumb caressed his cheek. "For being arrogant and letting you do everything on your own in the past."
Loki's eyebrow rose in amazement and he eyed his brother, but Thor honestly seemed to be telling him the truth. He honestly seemed…apologetic for what had happened in the past. The thing was, Loki didn't want to think about the past. He couldn't change it and no amount of apologizing would do that either. "Why am I here?" he repeated. "Why am I not in chains? I'm surprised I woke up to find that there wasn't a sword to my throat. Sif would love nothing more than to lop off my head."
"Your punishment has ended. You saved Asgard and Father's life."
"And there was no backlash? I find that hard to believe, and I didn't do it for Asgard or the Allfather either. What of the Avengers then? Shall I be brought back in chains to Midgard?"
"No. Midgard accepted any judgment Father would make regarding your punishment and would not seek anything from you. You are…free, Loki." He watched as his brother shifted in his seat. "Will you leave?"
"Why should I stay? I will forever be regarded with suspicion and likely assassination attempts."
"I swear to you, Loki, that I will never let anything happen to you again."
"You would protect me for the rest of my life out of some misplaced feeling of guilt."
"No, I would protect you for the rest of my life out of a feeling of love!"
Loki blinked, watching as a faint flush went up Thor's cheeks and he looked away. "No. It can't be."
"What can't be?"
"You're in love with me." He felt a smile take his lips, but it felt like a mix of joy and torment. He eased forward with a smirk, letting the furs drop. Thor still wasn't looking at him, but Loki didn't care. He let his hands run down along his brother's arms, crawling toward him on his knees as he settled half at his side and half at his back. "You, Thor Odinson, desire me." His fingers lightly touched that strong neck, running up and down the corded muscles and feeling his brother shudder. "Tell me, brother dear."
"I love you, Loki," he whispered, leaning back toward him and this time he smiled in delight.
He threw one leg over one of Thor's, landing his knee between them, and forcing the man to look at him. His blue eyes flickered down over his body and there was a heavy gulp. "How…delightful, Thor. I had no idea just how much you adored me." Gently he leaned forward and pushed on his shoulders, smiling as Thor did as he silently ordered and fell back on the bed. "Shall I tell you that I haven't been with anyone beyond that incident that upsets you so much? That this body is pure as snow otherwise? Would that make you happy?"
Finally he settled, straddling Thor's lap and letting his rear rest over his brother's groin. He could feel the half-hard desire there, eyes fixed on him. His fingers lightly ran along the mail his brother wore, the cape and Mjolnir missing. He felt entirely in control of the whole situation, had the feeling that Thor would let him do just about anything he wanted to him. Fingers rubbed at his knees, his hands moving to ease up and rest on his bare thighs. He licked his lips, noting Thor's eyes following the motion.
He blinked, his world interrupted by a sharp knock and the door being thrown open. "Thor, are you—"
Sif stared at them as they stared back, Loki without repentance. Thor made to move, but Loki's legs, quite obviously, squeezed around those hips, forcing him to still. They all knew that if Thor wanted to get up, wanted to leave, he could, which made it all the clearer that he settled back down of his own free will. Loki could not help but smirk inwardly and the resentment he'd always felt flared up. For once, just this once, he would get the upper hand. "Ah, Lady Sif. To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked, as if he wasn't sitting on his brother nude.
Her back was stiff and her eyes were fiercely unhappy. "I came to find Thor."
"Well Thor you have found, but he's quite occupied at the moment. I'm afraid I have need of him here." He rubbed along those chain links as if he were touching Thor's chest and he leaned back just a little, almost displaying his naked body. There was the faintest of sounds from his brother beneath him and he felt those fingers squeeze his legs, felt him grow harder against his rear. He didn't bother to hide the fact that sitting here like this, seeing his gorgeous brother splayed out beneath him on the bed was causing his own body to react with arousal.
Her eyes flickered to Thor's face, who looked at her after a moment of embarrassed hesitation. "Thor?" The silent question of 'do you need me to help you' was loud and clear.
Loki waited, feeling his stomach tighten in knots. What would Thor do? Did he really love Loki? Beyond that, could he bring himself to embrace his brother after all he had done? Thor looked back at him, long strands of blonde hair covering the furs beneath him almost like a crown of sunlight. His hands finally moved in a seductive caress up his thighs to his rear, gripping him tightly and squeezing. Loki couldn't help a soft gasp at that, because the motion pulled him forward just slightly into the hips beneath him. He hadn't done it to deliberately antagonize Sif, but there was a surge of satisfaction at the look on her face. It seemed a mixture of pain, disappointment, and anger.
"I'm fine, Sif. Does Father need me? Is it urgent?"
The only thing that could tear him away from Loki, he could see, was if it was an emergency and Loki watched Sif out of the corner of his eye at what she would do. Would she lie to pull Thor away? It would be petty and only delaying the inevitable, of course.
"No." She stepped back into the hall. "I merely wished to speak to you about a private matter, but it can wait."
"You're sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure, Thor." She closed the door and he raised an eyebrow that she didn't slam it.
He was still contemplating the wood, amazed that she hadn't lied, but then maybe he shouldn't be. Thor would realize very quickly that there was no emergency and then likely grow angry. Shaking himself from his thoughts, he turned to the man beneath him. "Where were we? Oh, yes. That you desire me." He gently began releasing the catches on his brother's chain to remove it. "I will give you everything you desire. I can make your world heaven, pure pleasure. I can give you a high that no drug can hope to match. I can see to it that you will want for nothing, take care of your every need. I ask very little in return."
"I would give you anything, Loki."
"Really? Will you give me your fidelity? I can wreck you with pleasure daily, nightly, with my body, but only if you belong to me, and me alone. One slip, one moment spent in another's bed, and you will destroy it all."
Thor understood what he was asking for, he could see the knowledge in his eyes. "Yes."
"Even to give up your precious Jane Foster?"
"I love you, Loki."
It was as if those words explained everything and maybe in some ways it did. Thor had always followed his emotions rather than his mind and if Thor well and truly loved him then he knew there would be no more loyal lover than he. "Very well," he murmured, finally giving his brother a genuine smile and allowing himself to bask in the relief, the joy, he felt. The skepticism faded away and he finally let the chainmail drop on the floor next to the bed near his brother's feet.
"Are you sure?" Thor abruptly asked and Loki blinked.
"About what?"
"You said that you haven't been with anyone and the only other time you were—"
He leaned his rear back, listening to the soft moan of delight of from his brother. "Shall I prove it to you? I have no objection to spreading my legs for you. Is that what you want?" He leaned down and whispered in his ear. "You want to want me to ride you like a stallion? Do you want to feel how tight I am, thrust up into me with pure abandon?" He gently bit at Thor's ear, feeling the man writhe. "Or perhaps you envision something more primal? Do you imagine holding me down, taking my freedom and then my body? Do you dream of leaning back in that throne with me on my knees, lips wrapped around your cock as you fuck my throat?"
"By the Norns, Loki! Please!"
"Is that all it takes to have you begging, Thor?" he whispered, hazy blue eyes watching as he lifted his fingers to press at his brother's mouth. "Just a few simple words?" His digits disappeared into that wet heat and he shuddered when his tongue delightfully played against his skin. "I expect a lot from you, Thor Odinson. I expect you to lose yourself in your passion, to fuck me good and hard."
Loki pulled his fingers away after a minute and sat up, sliding his hand to his own rear. Thor's eyes were suddenly sharp and focused, watching every move he made as he began to prepare himself. He knew how it was supposed to work at any rate. He leaned up a bit on his knees so that his free hand could tug at the lacings of his brother's trousers. He ended up ripping them a bit, but so long as he was able to shove them to his knees, he didn't care.
"You're not as noble as they all think, are you, Thor?" he murmured, panting a bit. "You want to bury yourself in your brother's body and release your seed, don't you? How lewd are you, imagining me bent over your throne as you fuck me."
"Loki," Thor growled beneath him and he could see the rising lust in his eyes, could feel the god plant his feet on the floor and thrust up toward his hand. He was just on the edge of it, as far as Loki could push him before he broke.
"That badly, Thor?" he said, continuing anyway. He gasped as his fingers found that bundle of nerves, arching his back and pressing harder. His own words were turning him on and when he leaned forward again to nip at Thor's neck, he rubbed his aching arousal against firm stomach muscles. "Are you going to break for me?"
Much to his surprise, despite the fact that Thor was gripping his rear so tightly he'd leave bruises behind, the man held back. Oh how delightful. Thor had learned something in the time they'd been apart. "You're so quiet, Thor. Normally a man can't get you to be silent." He leaned back up, removing his hand and letting out a sound of protest before he could stop himself. His hand eased down to grip Thor, squeezing him. "Well it seems you'll have to wait longer."
"Loki…"
"You're still much too big for me to take without actual oil, so you'll just have to…wait." His smirk was downright lecherous as he slid off his brother. "Stay here." Surprisingly as he ordered, Thor remained put and he wandered over the small chest nearby where he kept the oil he used on his weapons and armor. If he happened to move his rear a bit more than necessary, it was purely accidental, of course.
Loki returned with unhurried steps, trying to think around his own arousal. He knew it was vain task, he would break and soon, which was why it was so important to have Thor break first. He crawled back up onto his lap and poured the oil on his hand before gripping his brother tightly. As he had expected, Thor was loud, a shout echoing in his room as he began coat him in a tormenting slow fashion.
"What are you thinking now?" he whispered as he deliberately played at his tip. "Are you thinking of pressing me against a pillar and fucking me raw? Do you dream of tying me down and leaving items inside me for hours? How long have you imagined what I will look like, spread for you?" He smirked a bit as he finally eased himself down, guiding Thor's large erection toward his entrance. He moaned as his head finally eased past that first ring of muscles and he continued down, biting his lip and unable to say anything as he focused entirely on keeping himself relaxed.
When he finally reached the end, feeling their hips flush, he paused. Loki leaned down and added, "Do you want to make me beg?"
It appeared as if that was the final straw. Thor threw himself forward, tumbling them over and he found himself pressed against the mattress. The look in Thor's eyes was wild and he jerked his hips back only to plunge in again. Loki gasped, Thor growling out, "Enough torment, Loki."
"Then give me what I need!" he moaned.
"I will. By the Norns, I will!" Thor gripped his hands, twining their fingers together, and then it was all Loki could do to hang on. His legs wrapped around Thor's waist, urging the fierce pace on, and he threw back his head with a deep groan.
"Does it hurt, Loki?"
The question seemed to come out of the blue and Loki snarled in frustration. "Why are you thinking right now?!" he demanded, forcing Thor onto his back and straddling him again. "Just feel me!" Hands gripped his hips and sides as Loki took over the pace, trying not to shudder at the look in his brother's eyes. It was not just lust, that he could handle; it was the affection, the delight and love in them that caused him to shiver.
"Loki, I don't think…"
"Yes, Thor," he moaned, the s sound dragging itself out like a hiss. "Let it go."
"Not…without you."
He let out a soft cry when callused fingers fumbled on him, grabbing at his cock and stroking him with a surprisingly deft touch. It had more expertise in it than he was expecting and he actually whimpered. "Thor—"
"You're coming with me, Loki." The smile was indulgent and besotted. "Not…just about me."
Oh, he would kill him, he thought, biting his lip as he thrust down hard, Thor hitting that bundle of nerves just as thumb rubbed along his tip and caused him to release. He wasn't supposed to, not first… He panted heavily, glaring a bit at the man that was grinning in delight below him. Hands eased to his rear as Thor held him, guided him as he took over, seeking his own climax with a single-minded focus.
"Close?" he murmured, deciding he enjoyed watching Thor from above rutting into his body, not bothering to hide the sounds of his yells. "Does my body please you?"
"Yes, gods yes!"
"Go as hard you want, love," he whispered, easing his hands into Thor's blonde hair. "As hard as you need."
His name was screamed, Thor's voice carrying out the open window, and Loki shuddered at feeling his brother's climax stain his insides. "Delightful," he murmured as Thor came down from his high only to squeak a bit when he was abruptly rolled over and found himself being clung to. "Thor?"
"You truly are a wonder, Loki."
"What does that mean?" he asked, narrowing his gaze. Instead of answering, Thor tucked his head under Loki's chin and before he could demand his question again, he heard soft snoring. "Thor! Wake up! You will not sleep like this, not when you're inside me! Thor!" There was no response and he moaned in frustration. "I'll kill him."
