A/N- warning, chapter contains light smut...Wait a second, is this even a warning in this fandom?


This was the first time Loki had initiated a kiss. (Well, he had his first kiss just a few weeks ago, had he not?) And even though this was the third time his lips had met his husband's, everything still felt new and fresh. He flattened his palms on Thor's chest, moving up slowly, behind his neck, and he locked his hands.

Thor smiled into the kiss, Loki was acting so bold! But, Thor could still feel the slight nervousness and tension nonetheless. That, he could take care of. One of his hands moved down, caressing down Loki's back, and stopped at the waist. He pulled Loki closer to his body, his other hand threading in the midnight hair, his thumb gently stroking the skin.

Loki's kiss was a gentle, chaste touch, and Thor decided to deepen it. Loki had his attention on the thumb stroking his cheek, when he felt something wet and oh-that was Thor's tongue licking his bottom lip. Oh, that felt so incredible that Loki's lips parted open, a small gasp slipping out. And Thor obviously couldn't let such a golden opportunity slip away. His tongue sneaked past into Loki's mouth; feeling the wetness inside. He mapped out the insides of Loki's mouth, devouring every taste, each tang; hungrily taking in everything he could feel.

Oh. This sensation was sending small currents down Loki's entire body. Thor's tongue was-was just so overwhelming and warm and wet- that for a second, Loki tried to pull back, because this was so different and new. But Thor had his hand firm on his neck and waist, and he didn't let Loki slip away, and thank goodness he didn't, because after a few moments, Loki found himself relaxing. Thor was no more uncomfortable for him, just something close to pleasurable. Thor's tongue was stroking his, and he tried to do the same. And woah. He felt something hot and tight in his groin.

They stood there in silence, tongues stroking each other mildly, until a small lightning lit up the sky, followed by low rumbling. Soon, Loki gained more confidence, and his tongue pushed back harder. Thor fought for dominance, but then he gave in. Oh, this was first time Loki was displaying such boldness. He let Loki's tongue sneak past his lips, and he sucked in, feeling Loki's fingers thread strongly into his hair. Then he released it, and gently held Loki's lower lip between his teeth. He tilted Loki's face, kissing him just on the corner of his mouth.

He turned, and took a few steps back, gently pulling Loki with him. No, he didn't move to the bed. He knew of a better place. He moved back to the window, sitting down on the edge, pulling Loki down in his lap. Loki pulled back, big question marks in his eyes.

"You love the stars, do you not?" Thor whispered. He had seen Loki admire the stars many a times, his ruby eyes reflecting their lights. "So here we are, closer to them, tonight," He reasoned.

Loki looked at the stars outside the giant window. There were millions of them, shining and twinkling, as if they were waving to him. His eyes filled with awe, and he looked down at Thor, with something almost close to adoration in his eyes.

Thor took that as a signal to continue. He reached up, his lips connecting to Loki's neck. This time, he moved down, trailing a wet path all down the icy skin. Loki's taste was so different, so exotic. Like those frozen desserts he stole during the late hours of night in his boyhood days. His tongue traced out the delicate markings here and there, and he kissed a path to one of his nipples. He licked it, flipping it with his tongue, and felt Loki gasp, his nails digging into Thor's shoulders. After a while, he moved to work on the other one.

Loki whimpered, feeling so aroused. Thor's tongue casted magic on his chest, his aroused buds sending waves of pleasure down his body. He felt the familiar fire, as if his body was ignited. Finally he could take it no more, his groin feeling extremely hot and hard.

His hands moved up to cradle Thor's face and he tilted it up, pulling him in for another kiss. These kisses were addicting, they just felt so- felt so- Loki lost track of all his brilliant vocabulary. If someone told him at the moment that Loki was a scholar, a genius in literature, Loki himself would have laughed at him.

The window frame was digging in Thor's back, so he decided to change his positions. Thankfully the seat was cushioned, designed to sit and admire the skies. He slowly maneuvered Loki and sat him on the window frame, his back leaning onto the wall. Thor placed one knee on the window seat, the other foot on the floor, locking Loki's thighs between his. Sure, this posture was uncomfortable for him, but he made sure that Loki was relaxed.

Then Thor's hand sneaked down, and he gently pulled opened Loki's snow white robe. He felt Loki tense and pull away from the kiss. Thor opened his eyes to see Loki looking at him, with fright in his eyes. But of course, there was a thin layer of arousal, and lust as well.

"Hey. Hey?" Thor called out gently. He leaned closer, both of their foreheads touching. "It's all going to be alright, okay?" he asked, placing a chaste kiss on Loki's lips. The Jotun prince nodded, his eyes relaxing. So then Thor kissed him again, going deeper this time. While Loki was distracted, Thor's hand reached down and took Loki's member in his hand. It was half-aroused already, and just with Thor's touch, it hardened further. Loki let out a loud gasp, his eyes flying open. But all he could see through Thor's golden hair was the stars, so many of them, shining so brightly, sending confidence down his body. He clenched Thor's biceps tightly; this touch was doing so many things to him! He felt as if he would melt away in the heat, break apart into millions of pieces, and disperse away in the wind. And then Thor started moving his hand, and oh, several shudders travelled up and down Loki's body, his thighs already shivering.

"Oh, you're beautiful." Thor's voice was low and husky in his ear. He closed his eyes, inhaling Thor's intoxicating fragrance. The blonde prince twisted his wrist, lubricating the friction with the precum leaking from the head. He felt Loki's panting increase, his breathing breaking into irregular jerks. He leaned forward and kissed Loki at the joint where his neck and shoulders met, licking his way up the delicate neck.

Loki could take no more. He felt that his body was about to explode. And then Thor's hand moved to the head, and his thumb ran over the slit.

"Thor!"

Loki came with Thor's name on his lips, his fingers digging deep in Thor's flesh. He could feel small sparks igniting his very bones. Even with his eyes closed, he could see stars, so many of them, until everything faded into a serene white. It was pure ecstasy.

It felt so great, so incredible, that Loki couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality. Everything seemed hazy and fluid-like. "Thor." He whispered once again, his voice broken because it hadn't been used for a long time, before he slipped into the land of dreams, exhaustion finally taking over.

After a few minutes, Thor moved away, gently and oh so slowly, afraid that he'd wake up his prince. He stood up, unable to believe his ears. Loki spoke, he actually said something. And it was his name. Oh Thor didn't have any words to express how nice it had sounded; like honey rolling off lazily, like a hybrid of silk and satin. A strong lightning lit up the dark room, followed by rolling thunder. Loki stirred, but didn't wake up. Thor laughed.

He gently picked him up from the window, and placed him on the bed. Then he hurried off to the washrooms; he had some business to take care of.

A loud thunder tore apart the sky, as Thor came, biting his lips to maim his voice. All the while, Loki's voice replayed in his mind, like a sweet addicting music, just so beautiful to his sore ears. Thor. Thor. He couldn't help but feel the broken voice in his skin. It had an unknown charm, like some enchantment. He sighed, resting his head on the cool, crystalline tiles. Loki was truly a sorcerer, magic dripping in his voice!

He walked back to the bed, a wet cloth in his hand to clean up his sleeping husband. He then tucked Loki into the sheets, stripping off his own garments. Sure, he didn't take Loki tonight, didn't properly bed him. But this was more than enough for tonight. He knew Loki wouldn't be able to take more.

He would go slow, be gentle. Just as he had promised himself, he thought, closing his eyes. Suddenly, he felt Loki sneaking in, burying his head in Thor's chest. He smiled, slipping an arm under Loki's head to cushion him, the other arm curving possessively over his slender waist.

He then joined his beloved in the land of dreams.


A/N- Was this okay? Or am I still going to be murdered? (Mikase?) Gosh, the death threats you all send...I was freaked out! 0_0 Thank you all once again for your kind words, I seriously cant stop thanking you. I hope you dont hate me still, skydancer2ooo, trust me, that was killing me. I have everything planned out, like I said before, everything will be beautiful and nothing will hurt. Doesnt our fandom have enough hurt/hate already? And my DaiKuro-chan, "darling", if you insist...but I have such a sadist nature, and I love torturing my readers...its a guilty pleasure...how can I not put up evil cliffhangers? Ask Arch-Nemesis, at least someone understands... *_*