LOKI'S WEB

Loki was lying flat on his stomach, his eyes not really looking the fading light of the afternoon, he was barely aware of Thor's fingers gently stroking his bare back. His mind was recalling the last moments and their passionate lovemaking.
They barely made into Thor's chambers, closed the door behind their shoulders and they immediately found themselves locked in a fierce embrace, Loki's back painfully slamming against the wall. Their clothes quickly discarded in a pile of metal and cloth on the floor without any order, their bodies tightly clasped on the bed. Loki was always elusive for anyone in the palace, he was mysterious and loved to make everyone uneasy with his so "anti-Asgardian" behaviour. Nobody would have really ever imagined that he could be so wanton, so insatiable… Thor was driven crazy by that mere thought, the simple statement that he was the only person aware of his brother's "second life".
He would have liked to take him immediately, rudely, as always to force that smile out of Loki's face. He was virile, strong and yet, each time he made love to Loki, his brother always smiled in that mischievous way that made him feel like he wasn't doing enough to pleasure him.

But then…

A sudden thought crept in his mind… that that could have been their last time together, that Loki would have been almost surely sent back to Jotunheim and knowing him, he would have never forgiven Asgard for that. Everything would have been over: all their happy days, all their intimate secrets, all the whispers, the smiles, the shared adventures… All over for Loki would have sworn revenge.
He slowed down his pace, savouring his brother's sweet surrender, mesmerized by his enraptured look, his fluttering long black eyelashes, a hint of a blissful smile on his lips, his raven black hair scattered around his face. How beautiful he was!

- "Why have you slowed down?" Loki's voice came from far away.

- "I want to feel you the most I can… my love…" Thor whispered in his low, warm tone.

Loki moaned gently tilting his head back and arching his body.

Thor stopped and embraced Loki as if he had wanted to let him never go: - "My precious, precious love…" He whispered again.

Loki's mind came back to the present and he lazily shifted in the bed: - "Brother…" He broke the silence.

- "Tell me…" Thor's voice was relaxed, almost dreamy.

- "How much do you love me?" Loki turned to him.

Thor blinked, then smiled almost surprised: - "Why are you asking this? You already know, I told you so many times!"

- "Yes I know… " Loki nodded and slowly glided the tips of his fingers on Thor's shoulders. – "But I need you to tell me once more."

- "I love you more than anything, anyone in all the Nine Realms… I told you these same words many many times."

Loki's smile sent shivers down Thor's spine, the blonde God of Thunder knew far well his brother's mischievous look and how it might hide dangers and traps.

- "So… would you do anything to spare me sufferings?" The dark haired god's voice was sweet, almost pleading.

Thor frowned: - "Aren't you trying to bring mayhem to Asgard, are you, Loki?"

His brother sat on the bed and smiled innocently: - "Brother… if ever I did so, that would be my nature and I couldn't wrap it in the chains of Asgardian moral!"

- "It seems, Loki, that you are more than delighted to cause havoc… don't try to hide yourself behind your assumed nature!" Thor's tone was almost reproachful.

- "Oh… it's not me who's the cause of this situation…" He smiled again, harmless, gently laying on the furs.

- "Are you meaning it's my fault because I came to Jotunheim and coaxed you into coming back to Asgard?"

- "Not really…"

Thor growled: - "Oh c'mon brother, it's not time for your riddles…" He got up from the bed padding to the heap of clothes.

Loki smiled appreciative, his eyes slowly caressing his brother's toned body:- "It's a pity your body is so beautiful and your mind so small!" He grinned.

- "You're the brilliant one, Loki…" Thor didn't seem to react to his brother's provocation.

- "Ssst…" Loki raised one finger. – "It's easy, brother… if your father had left me dying in Jotunheim, now we wouldn't be in this situation… So… no… it's not you to blame but him!" His voice had become suddenly cold and bitter.

Thor froze on the spot, then walked back and sat on the bed: - "You wish you were dead, brother? Is this what you want? Death?"

Loki blinked, a treacherous smile on his lips: - "Maybe… in the past… Not now… Right now the only thing I wish is to know if you are ready to defend me… whatever happens in the next hours…"

Thor was sure Loki was devising a trick but he felt bound to defend him: - "I will do everything in my power to help you but.. I cannot defy father…"

- "So… In the very end… you fear him and you will be ready to swap me for a quiet life…" Loki shook his head and smiled again, as dangerous as ever.

- "Why are you always trying to warp people's words, Loki? I did not say I will sell you for my throne!" Thor asked while getting dressed.

Loki stood up and he also slowly began to get dressed: - "Just remember my words, brother… If you support me, I will make you the most powerful king ever!"

Thor's look got alarmed: - "Are you thinking of starting a rebellion, maybe?"

Loki chuckled: - "Oh no…." He looked himself in the mirror and carefully tied his long black hair in a ponytail. – "You'd better get ready, brother… it's almost time…"

- "You don't feel worried, don't you feel anything, really?" Thor's was almost disbelieving.

His younger brother smirked to the mirror, then turned towards him: - "I am reasonably sure that still something must happen before I go… If I ever go…"

Thor felt an unpleasant tickling under his scalp, clenched his fists and then grasped his brother's shoulders: - "Tell me what's in your mind Loki… I am tired of your tricks, riddles and mystery… For once in your life, brother, tell me the truth… tell me what's in store for us, what have you done? Where have you been this morning?"

Loki slowly stroked Thor's arms, his tone and smile were always mischievous: - "Oh, I've been more than honest, brother, believe me… I told the truth to who needs to know it. We just have to…. Wait… and see!"

Thor frowned , then leapt back: - "Haven't you gone to Father… have you, brother?"

The God of Mischief clasped his long, waving green cloak on his shoulders and laughed delighted: - "Is the Mighty Thor even so terrorized of the mere thought his father can get to know what's going on between him and his brother? It's hilarious!"

- "You are completely mad!" Thor growled. – "You're a fool! Father will get rid of both!"

Loki shook his head and raised his eyebrows: - "Or… he will be forced to save me for your sake!" His lips arched in a malicious smile.

- "I can't believe it!" Thor slammed his huge hand against a wooden chest: - "You used me! You used Father's love for me to come out of this situation!" He slowly shook his head: - "I cannot believe you're so mean!"

Loki crossed his arms on his chest and smirked again: - "Using your father is the least I can do after what he did to me… you are only… well… " He raised one eyebrow: - "My insurance for a successful outcome!"

Thor turned to him and quivered, he felt the compelling need to beat his brother senseless.

- "Don't be so upset!" Loki's voice was suddenly sweet and sympathetic: - "You love me anyway… even if I made you suffer, even if I ripped your world into million tiny pieces, even if I made you the most miserable creature in the universe… yet you would love me with all your heart." He stepped to Thor and gently whispered in his ear: - "Because all the hell I can pour on you would be equally balanced by all the bliss I can give you and for the deepest pit of suffering there's a highest peak of pleasure..."

- "You're… a monster!" Thor whispered.

- "Yes I am… the monster parents tell their children about, you should already know this…" He still whispered, his lips gently trailing down Thor's neck. – "And you promised, to defend and help me… and you are Thor, you never break a promise… brother…"

Thor closed his eyes and felt like falling right into a trap. His father's love or his brother's promise of endless bliss?