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Loki placed a hands to his head hearing the chains rattle to let him know that they were still there. He knew that he overstepped how much he could actually handle while drinking. He shook his head lightly watching as everything around him moved more sluggish than normal. His eyes were darting around, but he was seeing things much slower. He turned his gaze to Thor who only peered down at him. The God of Mischief saw a smirk playing on Thor's lips, and he wanted to blast that smug look off of the older God.
He laid his head back on the seat letting his eyes gaze up at the ceiling, "I'm exhausted," The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could even process them.
Thor stirred next to him which caused him to peer over which meant that he first saw the golden hair, then the blue orbs, and then to his gruff beard with those perfect lips. The God of Thunder started to laugh comically which made Loki shake his head in befuddlement, "What is so amusing?"
Loki had questioned the older man, but all he had gotten in response was an arm wrapped around his frame which slowly edged him out of the booth they were sitting in, "Did you have enough to sate your hunger?"
The smaller God only nodded in agreement while Thor lifted him up into his arms easily. Loki unintentionally laid his head against Thor's chest feeling the heave of his chest as each inhale and exhale caused Loki's eyes to droop wearily. He could barely feel that they were moving, but he let his eyes wander around each room they passed. Loki wasn't thinking too much, but he knew that if he were sober, he wouldn't be allowing Thor to carry him.
As if he started to truly understand what he was tolerating, Loki started to fidget in Thor's arms, "Alright, I can walk myself."
"But, are you not my bitch tonight," Thor's rumbled voice vibrated through Loki's drunken body.
The God of Mischief dryly laughed, "I was under the impression that I was only your bitch during dinner?"
By this time, Loki had stopped squirming around just so he could listen intently to Thor's answer, "That was before you became so intoxicated that your eyes drooped and your cheeks flushed crimson. Not to mention, you spoke so carelessly about, what was that again, my perfect lips?"
The smaller God solidified against Thor's chest, "Did I speak that aloud?"
Thor only chuckled, but he knew Loki was gazing up at him and nodded, "Yes, my dear brother, you did."
The God of Mischief closed his eyes and cursed the Frost Giants for having him, "Please just put me out of my misery."
That only made the God of Thunder laugh louder, "Why did I not make you drink more often? Your intoxicated form has many perks," By the time he spoke, he started shifting to find the key.
Without much delay, he found them and inserted them into the slot before busting the door open. Loki just waited patiently while the older God made quick movements into the room before placing him on the bed gently. The God of Mischief just laid his head back onto what felt like a cardboard box, but he was sure that Thor had put him on the bed. He didn't have time to think much as Thor started stripping himself of his clothing, and Loki partly peered in amazement and embarrassment.
"Will you explain to me why you are removing your clothing," Loki sat up quickly letting his bound hands rest between his legs watching as his dizziness began to fade.
"I am just going to wash myself," Thor blinked and tilted his head in confusion, "We have been on our journey for days. You should bathe yourself."
Loki stilled while he continued to watch Thor strip. Honestly, he could name off everything he loved about his fake brother, but he hands down loved how thick Thor's biceps were. Something about how the older God demonstrated his abilities and strength through those rippling muscles—Loki involuntarily shivered while thinking about it. Back to reality, Thor threw his clothing on the bed beside Loki who in turn watched as the clothes padded against the firm mattress and then his eyes wandered down in excitement to Thor's naked body.
He basked in enjoyment at the sight. It had been much too long since he had last seen his brother naked, and this was all on new territory and with newfound interests. Loki could have almost hummed in approval if it weren't for the fact that he would have let Thor's plotting to go straight to his dense head. With that thought, Loki flickered his eyes to the window that showed the world before them. He started focusing on the purple and blue colors that danced outside playfully instead of being entranced by the God in front of him.
"If you would like," Thor's bulking body skewed his field of vision and his tall frame bent over the bed. Thor's hands dipped down the bed on either side of Loki while his face popped into Loki's personal bubble and his breath was fanning against the younger God's nose, "You can join me?"
Loki refrained from taking even the slightest peak below Thor's breathtaking eyes because he knew that his lust was far too heightened for him to say no if he dared to gaze upon Thor's hardened body once more. He cleared his throat and then gulped before answering, "Uh—No thank you, dear brother, I believe that I will immerse myself after you."
With a fake smile plastered on his lips, he ever so gently took his hands and put it on Thor's defined chest letting his hands jingle lightly as they edge Thor away from him before he made any mistakes. Thor quickly masked his feelings of hurt by mirroring Loki's smile, "Okay, well, before I go," Thor took ahold of the chained hands lifting them up above Loki's head.
He pressed an unknown button on the restraints that Loki had no idea about previously. Soon, an extra chain was released from the cuffs and Thor wasted no time pulling Loki's hands far into the air causing the younger God to move onto his knees. With a swift movement, Thor had the extra chain latched onto the ceiling light securely. Thor had stepped back sliding his eyes down the body before him. Loki had his arms above his head, and he had to remain on his knees just so he didn't tear himself in two or the ceiling fall on him.
By this time, Loki had forgotten about Thor's lack of clothing as he kept throwing his gaze around his position, "What the hell is this?"
Thor tilted his head, "I have to ensure that you will not escape while I am cleansing myself."
"Is this pay back because I won't give in to your desires so easily," Loki spat out getting straight to the point as his hips swayed forward in anger which only supplied Thor of a great view.
The God of Thunder only smirked but did not answer Loki, "I will be back when I am finished," Thor called out and The God of Mischief watched as Thor moved to the bathroom door buck naked and his damned eyes could not stop gazing at Thor's swaying buttocks as he left the room.
As if he knew he were defeated, he sighed in discontent letting his eyes settle on the bed below him. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought that Thor was the God of Mischief by how the older was acting. It only proved Loki more that Thor was in a lustful state putting the younger God in such a defiling yet compromising situation for himself. Upon Thor's return, Loki had not one doubt in his mind what Thor would do to him.
As if to make matters worse, Loki was still slightly atypical due to his intoxicated state. He knew that future events would not be recommended, but his body could not contain itself. Just thinking about what would happen not even in half an hour; his body engulfed laying beneath Thor's muscled and rough textured body, their sweaty and writhing bodies mingling together, and each thrust of the hips would have Loki a gasping, moaning mess. Blinking away his fantasy, he realized just how excited he was when his gaze landed on his tightened pants. His groin jumped in the confinement of his trousers.
"Dammit," He had cursed once again.
"Are you a pervert for bondage," Thor had just opened the door and was gliding over Loki's figure with amusement.
Loki's eyes widened perplexedly trying to configure how long his fantasy must have been for Thor to be complete with his bath. Shaking his head, he wanted to defend himself but no matter how to explain it, Loki was quite perverse. He loved the attention he was getting from Thor, and undoubtedly his older brother knew how to provide the spotlight. His accidental erection was standing proudly before its reality, and no matter if Loki tried to deny it, he knew that he was losing this game tonight because he wanted Thor so damn badly.
"Please," Loki's voice cracked and his pleading had begun when his body arched forward once again wanting any type of friction it could get.
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