A/N: Thanks again to all you readers! So again, I updated. I think my updates may start slowing down a little more simply as I don't have as much time with all my school work. Warnings for this chapter are mainly a still drunk Loki who is far more open than usual (so to anyone who prefers grouchy snide Loki, he will be back in 12) and some mild non-con.

Lies, Disorders and Not So Brotherly Love

Chapter 11

The guards didn't bat an eyelid at the sight of their prince carrying their other prince back to their chambers. They just automatically opened the door for them knowing better than to show any kind of expression as to why this was even happening. Loki was grumbling incoherent words under his breath, clawing at Thor's armour which Thor assumed was his way of telling him to put him down.

"I'm taking you to bed, brother," the blonde stated transporting the God of Mischief over towards his lush green bed. He carefully lowered him onto the mattress, not noticing the grip Loki had on the front of his armour until it was too late. The Trickster pulled Thor on top of him as he lay back, his soft curls splaying out across the pillow, ebony across emerald. Thor pushed his hands against the cushions to hold himself up, not wanting to crush his brother beneath him.

"I'm not tired," Loki muttered. He tilted his head further against the pillow placing the back of his free hand over his closing eyes, giving Thor a very good look at his sharp jawline, defined cheekbones and those perfectly desirable lips. Thor shook his head trying to rid the image out of his mind of how sensual his brother was managing to look right now, so helpless and so tempting.

"No…but you need to sleep this off Loki," Thor uttered clearing his throat to try and get his voice to wake up. His own mind was racing, he had managed to hold back the feelings for weeks now but this…this position brought them all tumbling back in a wave of uncontrollable cravings. He took hold of Loki's hand against his armour and interlaced his fingers between his brothers pale ones and gently guided his hand away letting it rest on the green velvet besides Loki's head.

"You have such…pretty eyes," the younger prince mumbled, letting his other hand slip away, now looking up at Thor with clouded irises, there was nothing of his usual scorn merging within his green orbs. If anything Loki looked more like he was in the middle of a day-dream.

"Thank you…you too," Thor managed to smile, he knew Loki's comment was simply innocent, Loki never said anything before thinking it over in his mind first and that observation clearly wasn't thought about. Compliments were extremely rare when it came to his brother, especially ones about appearance. Loki's cheeks washed over with red. He then bit his lip almost shyly, his eyes darting away from his brother. Thor had to strengthen his restraint, he had never seen Loki like this before and to think, this side of Loki was so endearing in a strange way.

"Thor…can I ask you something?" The Trickster questioned, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. The older prince hadn't realized that his hand was still in Loki's and that his brother had interlinked his own fingers between so they were now flawlessly laced together.

"Of course," the Thunderer nodded wondering why he was still hovering above Loki like this, he should have moved by now, but he just didn't want to. He watched Loki chew on his lip as if to try and find the right words, this was something that Loki never showed physically. He always knew the right words. Still, he waited patiently subconsciously giving his brother's hand a tender squeeze.

"You…you do love me right?" The Liesmith sounded distressed. Thor hadn't expected that question. Not something that personal. It worried him how Loki even had to ask such a thing with such confusion about the answer. Hadn't he made it clear? Or did Loki just not believe him?

"Of course I do, you fool. You're my little brother, there is no one I love more," Thor answered clearly. He then began to wonder if Loki would even remember this conversation in the morning, Loki had a brilliant memory but maybe all the alcohol would cloud it over, maybe then he would even go back to questioning his love again. He just had to remind him. The answer seemed to calm the Trickster but also seemed to leave other questions in his mind which he seemed to be avoiding even more.

"It's a little hot in here…" Loki mumbled with a restless squirm. His armour was making him overheat, being a native Frost Giant he wasn't used to all this warmth.

"That'll be the alcohol, I'll help you undress so you can sleep better," Thor informed, directing Loki into sitting up. Thor hardened his jaw telling himself that this was for Loki's own good and that nothing was going to come of it. He didn't want to ruin his relationship with his younger sibling, twice. Loki's hair was already starting to tangle as Thor helped him out of his leather coat and then armour, a small giddy chuckle kept playing at his lips as even his drunken mind was making jokes out of what was happening. Thor hadn't undressed him since he was a very small child and hadn't quite learnt to do it himself. Though right now he seemed just as helpless. Thor tossed the unwanted clothing on the floor, finally left with Loki's green tunic which still seemed to be causing unnecessary heat in Loki's flustered body. It was then Thor remembered about how defensive his brother was about getting changed, Loki used to have no problem four years ago. So what had changed? The cogs finally starting to work in the Thunderer's head as he realized there must have been a problem, a new problem, a recent problem which had made Loki more cautious about showing his body. He then noted that this might be the only chance he would have to see for himself as right now Loki wasn't protesting. The older prince took hold of the tunic's hem before giving it a little tug just to check if Loki was comfortable. His brother however wasn't paying much attention, his gaze fixated on the wall across the room, his expression blank. Thor sighed silently, the vodka really had done one on Loki's mind that it was almost painful to watch. The blonde encouraged his brother back into reality before removing his tunic leaving his pale chest in view.

Thor felt his heart crumble as he saw how thin Loki really was underneath his clothing. So many emotions flooded through him at once, this image would haunt him forever. He was frightened at how Loki could do something like this to himself. He was deeply worried with how unhealthy he looked and how long he had been like this. He was guilty as he realized how much pain his brother must have been in all this time without him noticing. Thor wanted to cry, he wanted to hug Loki so tightly and never let him go, he even wanted to punch him. How can he have not detected this sooner!? He had been blind to this for weeks! Loki had been suffering all this time and yet he couldn't see it.

"Loki…you're so…I can see your ribs…" Thor choked as he couldn't stop his hand from trailing across each prominent rib that stood out against Loki's wiry torso. Now everything became vividly clear. Loki wouldn't dress in front of Thor because he was hiding himself. Loki woke up most nights holding his stomach, clearly in pain. He always turned down the offer of food and the times he was with it, he never ate. His brother had been starving himself. His precious brother had been torturing himself. But why?

"When was the last time you ate, Loki?" The God of Thunder had to ask, he just had to. Loki shrugged, he wasn't in the right frame of mind to answer that question. Not like this. But at least now Thor knew the big secret he was hiding which meant he could ask him about it when his brother sobered up. The Thunderer had to blink away his tears that was burning in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't remove the pain from his face as the thought of Loki suffering ate him up from inside.

"I'm so sorry Loki…" Thor murmured bring his hand up to rest on the back of Loki's head, tangling his fingers through that silky black hair. He wasn't sure what he was apologising for, for the reasons why this had happened? For the pain? Or for the fact that Thor hadn't yet helped him? He had so many questions he now wanted to ask but he knew he had to wait. For now Loki needed to sleep, it bothered him even further as to how his body was going to cope with so much alcohol without any sustenance to soak it up. The poor Trickster was probably in for one killer hangover.

The older prince knew he had to keep an eye on him, he needed to make sure he was ok throughout the night. To make sure that the vodka hadn't poisoned him, because thinking about it now. It easily could of.
"You should sleep now..." Thor insisted. Loki had gone silent. Not the ignorant silence which he had towards Thor when they were first reintroduced but a shameful silence, one that was hiding away from words simply because saying any would be painful. A fraction of the Liesmiths mind knew what had just happened and it was that part of him that had put this new shield up. The younger prince nodded. The blonde gave him a weak smile, then kissed him on the forehead feeling as though Loki needed some kind of affection. He wanted Loki to know that he would be there for him from now on, it was an intimate promise of how he was going to do everything he could to help him. Even if Loki fought back. Thor pulled back the silky green quilts as Loki wrapped his arms around himself, whether it was because he was now cold or insecure Thor didn't know. Afterwards he lay down and turned his back on the blonde as he pulled up the covers up to the tip of Loki's shoulders.

The Thunder God combed a hand through his blonde hair as he watched his brother, trying to piece together what he was going to do now. Seeing Loki so vulnerable really struck him hard, it hurt to think that it took a lot of alcohol to get his brother to let him close enough to find out something so personal. There was never an in-between with Loki, he couldn't mix his vulnerabilities with his sharp iciness so both sides of his personality were so hard to deal with. Thor thought he knew Loki, but clearly he was wrong. There was so much more to his brother than he realized, so much more pain, so much more suffering and so much more emotion. Now he had seen of those parts existence, he just needed to find a way to dig deep enough in the usual Loki to bring some of that side out. Tired of standing, Thor grabbed himself his desk chair and placed it besides Loki's bed before sitting down. He needed to keep watch, besides even he wanted to sleep with all the new information swimming around his head there was no way that would happen. He found his mind drifting without his conscious control, the image of Loki lying across the bed beneath him with that arousing expression and the way they held hands so naturally like they had been doing so since forever. Thor couldn't stop the worst memory he had invading his mind, the day his heart broke, the day he destroyed his relationship with Loki, the final day he had seen him before running off a coward for four long years.

It had been a long and tiring day and Loki was beyond exhausted. The Sixteen-year-old Trickster had spent over eighteen hours with Frigga in magic training. It wasn't often that she had a lot of time off but when she did she would spend it with her youngest son teaching him as many spells as she could within that time. Loki was a fast learner, he had always been naturally gifted with magic and it was always something that drew him closer to her. They shared such a profound interest which deepened their bond as mother and son so much that one would believe they were truly of blood relation. But today even the God of Mischief had to admit, he had completely over done it. He just wanted to make his mother proud of everything he had learned that he had almost strained every particle of energy from his body. By the time he reached his chambers he barely managed to dress himself in his bedclothes before welcoming the nights rest with open arms. He just hoped that no one was planning on getting him up early the next morning.

By the time Thor had returned from his night out at the local tavern for Fandral's 20th birthday, Loki was already sound asleep. The Thunderer was drunk. There was no denying it. He stumbled through the palace corridors with a huge grin on his face, he had such a wonderful time. Somehow they had ended up in a game of truth or dare. Hogun had been dared to sing, to which he did quite badly. Sif and Fandral had kissed (that was Sif's dare considering she was completely repulsed by the guy sexually). Volstagg had admitted to fornicating with a large cooked chicken. Thor had admitted that he was in love with someone, but of course didn't give any details at to whom that person was. The blonde absentmindedly made his way into the second storey west wing to which both his and Loki's bedrooms were situated. He gave all the guards he passed a mock salute and a drunken beam to which they simply just bowed – they were all used to seeing him wasted by now that it wasn't much of a shock. The fact that he had entered Loki's room was not a mistake.

Loki's bedchambers were dark, the only light filtering through was that of the moon which managed to land directly on Loki's bed, lighting his pale skin a glorious silver. Thor knew his way around, he had been in here enough times to have it imprinted into his memory. He approached the bed being careful not to wake his brother, at least not yet anyway. The leading part of Thor's mind was telling him that it was about time he acted on his feelings, that it had been long enough since he had hidden them and that his brother would surely feel the same way. However all sober logic pointed towards the fact that this was the dumbest idea he had ever thought of, but he wasn't listening to that part. The feelings had been growing for a year now, the way Loki was developing so fast from a child to a man was quite extraordinary. He never once pictured that his brother would ever turn out so beautiful like this. Thor looked down at the sleeping form of the Trickster, he was facing away from him but he could still see those striking cheekbones behind his sleek black hair. He really was a one of a kind in many different ways. The most precious person in his life. From the day he had met him, he had treasured his existence, from the special Frost Giant, to the much needed companion to his cherished little brother. He was the one person Thor could not live without. Since the day he first held him, the blonde had never gone a day without him around. He needed Loki.

Thor didn't hesitate as he clambered onto his brother's bed, gingerly. It was a bed fit for a King in size and it made Loki look ever so small curled up in it. The blondes pulled back the green quilts, Loki slept with quite a few layers of them considering he tended to get quite cold at night. The Trickster didn't like being cold. It had been many years since Thor could remember last sleeping with his younger brother, it was innocent when they were little children, but since growing up neither of them could get away with sleeping in the same bed without starting rumours which could destroy their family's name. But right now Thor didn't care. Besides he had left Mjolnir in front of Loki's door so no one could disturb him anyway. The blonde shuffled over until he was pressed up against the smaller male in front of him. He could feel Loki's hair brush against his cheek as he took in the fresh, snowy scent. Thor then curled an arm around his brother's waist, pulling him closer. The quilts had done wonders on Loki as he was lovely and warm and the Thunderer couldn't help but snuggle up to him. The younger prince shifted letting out a quiet groan as he started to wake up.

"Mmmm...Thor?" He murmured, his voice barely audible or coherent. He didn't have the energy to move and was too tired to even think that it could have been someone else.
"Yeah...it's me Loki don't worry," Thor answered softly to not scare his brother, he sounded ever so adorable half asleep. The blonde could feel Loki's enticingly warm stomach under his hand, what a shame his smooth skin was being blocked by his tunic.
"Wh...what are you...doing?" Loki mumbled, his mind was dozing between words as he wasn't even sure if he was actually already dreaming and Thor behind him was just a figment of his imagination. It wasn't like Thor to casually slip into his bed in the middle of the night and hug him.
"I'm sleeping in your bed with you," Thor replied plainly as if it were the most obvious observation in the world. It was of course, but Loki was tired so his questions were just words that he instinctively threw together.
"Why? What's...wrong with...yourbed?" Loki's words began to slur together, these were autopilot questions. He was barely even listening to the answers.
"Nothing...I just wanted to spend the night with you is all," the blonde answered honestly. He couldn't refrain himself from pressing a small kiss on the back of Loki's neck just below his hairline.
"You're...drunk..." the younger prince stated, even in this state his senses were alert enough to smell the alcoholic breath of his older brother. Loki grumbled, that was all he needed, to be disturbed from his much needed sleep by his attention seeking, plastered big brother.
"Just a little," Thor chuckled, the ever-so-observant Loki.

The tunic was beginning to frustrate him, teasing him with the possibility of what was below. The blonde's fingers found the hem of the deep green clothing before he buried his hand underneath. Loki's skin was far colder than his heated hand as he trailed his palm across his brother's flat stomach feeling every inch of it. It felt so heavenly to finally feel his delicate body. The Trickster squirmed a little, feeling his brother's fingers stroking his abdomen quite delicately. At first it nearly shocked him into a more awake state but he quickly found it quite soothing which only deepened his fatigue. Thor was relieved that Loki had reacted so well to his touch that he took it as an invitation to carry on fulfilling his intrigue towards his younger brothers enthralling body. The Liesmith had closed his eyes, drifting back into sleep as Thor circled his navel with the ghosting tips of his fingers. The desire to explore further filled Thor's mind as he pressed his hand flat against Loki, pressing a burning warmth into his pale complexion before starting to trail his hand upwards. Loki moaned, it was a tired noise but Thor had read as a sign of pleasure as his fingers reached his brothers sternum. The younger prince frowned as half his mind had now started to realize what Thor was doing but that part was still trying to convince the other to wake up.

The Tricksters hold body jolted as Thor's fingers brushed over one of his nipples. Reality washed over Loki as now he was fully aware of Thor behind him, drunk, and in a very lust-filled mood. Loki was about to say something when the blondes hand broke out the neckline of his tunic. He took hold of his jaw, forcing him to turn his head around, only to be met with Thor who instantaneously pressed his lips against Loki's. The kiss was a shock. The Tricksters eyes widened as he completely froze up. He panicked when Thor forced him onto his back just so his other hand could delve into his crotch giving it a firm squeeze. The gasp that Loki couldn't contain was only an invitation for Thor to slip his tongue inside his brother's mouth. All Loki could taste was alcohol and it disgusted him. It was that, that brought him crashing back into his full senses. With all the energy Loki could find (which was mainly that from adrenaline) he flared up his magic, pushing Thor with an invisible shockwave away from him and subsequently off the bed. The Trickster then got up, fuming in betrayal, hurt and anger.
"Thor what were you thinking!? Oh of course you weren't thinking because you're completely drunk! How could you do this to me?!" Loki yelled, his heart was racing but he wasn't sure what the dominant emotion was that had caused it. Thor, who was getting up off the floor, having also come to his senses looked beyond mortified and irrepressibly guilty, "Loki...I am so sorry! What have I done!? Please forgive me Loki!" He was nearly begging as he watched the disgust fill his little brother's features like a raging fire.
"Just get out Thor! Get out!"

A/N: How terrible of you Thor! No one with Loki's self-respect would let a drunk guy, no matter how important to them, have their way with them like this. And I know finally, so many truths coming out. Chapter 12 is already written yay, so review for an update*smiiiiiiles* le wonderful hangover Loki next up.