A/N: Guess what guys? I have quit sixth form! So that means I now have like 7 months of doing no education whatsoever. Wonderful. Though really that is a load of stress of my back, so because of that I am giving you some more smut. Yay smut.
Lies, Disorders and Not So Brotherly Love
Chapter 25
Loki groaned as he awoke. The light burrowed into his eyes, a scorching gold that was obscured by two large pillar like shadows. He blinked again letting the focus ease back slowly to reveal crimson curtains that were tied to the posts by a thick golden thread. He was comfy, something which he hadn't been in the last few days, his whole body melting into the obvious mattress he was lying upon. Unless he had learnt to teleport in his sleep, there was another more embarrassing explanation for the fact that he was looking up at the ceiling of his shared chambers resting on Thor's bed. He raised a hand to rub his eyes feeling the dreaded ache that had settled in his muscles. He noticed he was still wearing the tattered clothing from the trial – thankfully Thor wasn't stupid enough to undress him while he was unconscious.
"Good morning, nice to see you've finally woken from your slumber. I was quite surprised that you actually managed to sleep through the whole day after we got back," Thor greeted. Loki followed his voice, his brother was sat next to him on the bed with his legs stretched out in front of him. He was holding something in his hands which the Trickster couldn't quite make out with his still blurred vision. Loki took into account Thor's words about him sleeping for so long, ironically he still didn't feel any better, his magic had barely started to recharge. He really had depleted virtually all his energy, bar a little.
"You took too long finding the core...you imbecile," Loki grumbled in annoyance, he wouldn't have been in this state if Thor had reacted quicker. Still at least he had the decency to let him sleep in these dirty clothes on his bed so he didn't mess up his own plush green quilts. The younger prince dragged himself into the seated position but had to lean against the headboard for support. As much as his body still wanted to sleep his brain was far too active, he had to tire his mind out again to give him any chance of falling asleep once more.
"And you are a talented sorcerer to which without I would have probably been bashed to death by a Røde Øyne Rock Troll," Thor complimented, he wasn't going to argue with Loki about how hard it was to see the damn core, it was much easier to admit that his brother was the reason why he was still alive in the first place.
"Since when do you know what its official name is?" Loki mocked, he knew for a fact that he hadn't said it loud enough for Thor to hear, he was more expecting a term along the lines of 'rock being' or even more so 'foul creature' when it came to his brother's description.
"I got a little bored waiting for you to wake up, I didn't want to leave you alone in here so I decided to take a glance in that book of yours about the forest. I read about the rock troll and now I know why I was supposed to approach it from behind, it's the eyes blind spot so it wouldn't be able to see me which means I could take the eye before it changed into its other form and it would be blind and thus easily escapable. I also understand why Heimdall named the gem Red Eye," Thor chuckled feeling very proud of himself for actually picking up a book and learning. Thor flicked through the pages waiting for something to catch his interest (which admittedly was usually a page with a picture on it) he then stopped as he found an image of a pair of familiar yellow eyes.
"Hey is that the serpent that bit you? What is it a Beinvidr Shor-" before he could finish reciting its name Loki snatched the book out his hands with an irritated glower.
"I did not give you permission to touch my books!" The Liesmith sneered forcing the book closed with a snap. Thor was expecting some kind of appraisal from Loki or maybe even a mocking comment about his attempt at reading but not for him to yell at him like this. He could only look at his brother with a look of astonished confusion, although really he should have known how protective the Trickster was about every single one of his possessions.
"I apologize," Thor bowed his head, he didn't intend to upset him. Loki was probably particularly grouchy right now anyway because of how tired he clearly was. The God of Mischief let out a sigh as he placed the book protectively on his lap wondering whether he had overreacted.
"Do you mind telling me what happened after the trial had ended?" Loki questioned, changing the subject. Thor relaxed next to him, noting Loki's drifting aggression, he wanted to reach for his brother's hand but was still unsure of the reaction he would receive. He knew Loki was unpredictable about affection, sometimes he would allow it and other times he would protest. Thor decided against it for now just to make sure that his brother had calmed down.
"We were transported back to the Academy grounds, I know you don't like the idea but I carried you. Sif was thoroughly frustrated because she had lost, I am sure you would have been amused by her expression. Heimdall then gave us the list of those who had fallen and we watched as their names were engraved on the tree, there were two pairs in total and one of the champions. That bully was not one of them just to add. Then the shackles were removed and we were all allowed to leave, the next trial will be tomorrow," Thor described, it was a sorrowful moment to see the names inscribing themselves on the tree. They were all citizens of Asgard, his people, even if he didn't know them personally he knew he would remember their names.
"Did you take me to the healing chambers?" Loki asked, there was nothing that interested him about the gap between him passing out and now except for that question. He just didn't like being behind on information.
"No, I brought you straight back here to sleep, I didn't think you would appreciate going there besides I knew it was just exhaustion that you had succumbed to," he answered honestly, as much as he preferred the idea of Loki getting looked over by professionals he knew that it was his brothers decision to make. It wasn't like there was anything seriously wrong with him because if that were true Thor wouldn't hesitate in taking him whether Loki wanted to or not.
"Good, I really cannot stand healers. They are so useless," the Trickster complained.
The God of Mischief sat quietly for a moment, letting his eyes slide close and his head rest against the wall behind him. He was not prepared for the second trial at all especially as he had no idea what to expect, it was the fact that he was an avid reader that saved them from the rock troll because he knew exactly where to strike. He knew the dangers of the forest so had mentally prepared himself for everything that could have been thrown at him, he hated being thrown into the unknown. Loki then lurched forwards, "I need a shower," he remarked taking a quick glance at Thor who despite having taken the bulk of his armour off clearly had washed himself neither.
"Thor I will be needing your assistance," Loki told him not giving him the option to argue. The Trickster glided off the bed with eagerness and headed straight towards his drawers to which he found himself some fresh garments to wear and a soft towel. He placed them on top of his dresser.
"Then how can I help you dear brother?" Thor inquired with a sickly sweet tone, he couldn't stop his mind from descending into some rather naughty fantasies. At times the God of Thunder could be just as perverted as his friend Fandral but when he had his hands on such a fantastic spectacle it was hard not to imagine some very rousing scenarios. The blonde had sprung off the bed and had almost pressed himself against Loki in front of him. The Trickster smirked, he knew exactly the thoughts that were passing through Thor's mind and more than anything else it actually amused him. Loki turned himself around putting on a heated expression that melted with a seductive innocence, he let his emerald eyes meet Thor's sapphire before he placed his hands on his brother's chest. Thor felt the coolness of Loki's touch through the light fabric, his brother was always rather cold but the temperature effect it had on skin was entirely the opposite.
"It's a very important job…I wouldn't ask anyone else…" Loki whispered letting his words flow out on a shy breath. He let his hands stroke slowly down the blonde's chest as the Thunderer's hands were to grab hold of his elbows. Thor was instantly captivated, leaning closer towards those thin lips feeling the rising temptation to kiss him very keenly.
"What do you need of me?" Thor questioned barely able to hold his own voice as it was entranced by those shimmering jade irises. Their lips were only a breath apart and that's when Loki's mischief filled grin spread from cheek to cheek and he completely pulled away leaving a very stunned and hilariously aroused Thor. Loki picked up the garments, giving the blonde his normal stoic expression that was still glistening with devilish intent as if to pretend that nothing had just happened. His brother's expression was truly priceless, he really did love having this new found ability to mess with him.
"I need you to guard the door, my magic hasn't fully recovered so I won't be able to cast a charm on the on the lock to keep people out. I like my privacy," Loki declared. Thor took a moment to shake himself out his trance, he should have known that the Trickster would never change, it didn't matter if they were brothers or lovers he would still play his wicked little tricks.
The showers were empty when Loki had entered the marble floored room, Thor had agreed after all to guard the door. As much as a bath was far more soothing Loki really just wanted to get clean, fast. Down the centre of the shower hall was a passageway that split into separate cubicles each with their own shower and curtain. They were all decent sized considering they had to fit Asgardians the size of Thor inside, Loki had actually begun to wonder why he and Thor didn't have their own bathroom – maybe he should complain about that. Carrying his garments and towel in one hand and bathing oils in the other, Loki picked out a shower and laid his things on the small rack outside the cubicle. He then began to undress, placing his discarded clothing in a pile on the floor having very little interest in leaving them neatly as they were wrecked anyway. Loki hesitated when it came to unravelling the cloth around his forearm but did so regardless to show the two deep fang marks still rooted in his skin. They were red raw, sore and barely healing.
As he stepped inside the shower he checked himself over further finally getting a decent look of the state his body was in. He could count multiple cuts on his arms and legs, sleek red lines a centimetre or two deep. There was a few at his hips, sides and shoulders and one more which he could still feel at the edge of his jaw. Loki was sure he had a few on his back as well, all from those arrows. He noted they were all healing well and would probably disappear in a day or two. His ribs were a little bruised too which he didn't have to assume was from the smack he received from the troll. The Trickster finally turned on the shower instantly feeling the rush of warm water as it cascaded down his skin in soothing waves washing away the dirt, blood and pain from his injuries. He combed a hand through his curls brushing every strand from out of his face, feeling the locks stick to the back of his neck as they turned an even darker shade of ebony. He closed his eyes, tilted his head to face the ceiling and took a deep, relaxing breath letting his mind wander as the fountain of warmth trailed through his hair and down his back all awhile listening to the symphony of the water crashing against the tiled floor. It was peaceful. Until the moment he heard the curtain rail clang behind him. Loki span around with an abrupt gasp, having no control over the shock of being interrupted as he had completely let his guard down. Both the heat of fury and embarrassment painted his cheeks a rosy red when he saw Thor standing at the shower entrance, naked, and holding open the curtain with a suggestive grin. It was out of impulse that Loki covered himself up with his hands as blue eyes traced the details of his body.
"What are you doing here!? You are supposed to be at the door!" Loki hissed as his features darkened with a very maddened scowl keeping his glare focused solely on Thor's face and nowhere else as he didn't want to entertain Thor's surprise by getting himself aroused without his own control.
"Do not fret brother, I left Mjolnir against the door, no one will be able to open it until I move it," the Thunderer stated, taking a step forwards now fully into the shower, he let the curtain fall back behind him, "we are all alone."
The provocative nature of Thor's grin became blatantly obvious which caught Loki off guard and tightened his chest accordingly. The Trickster was frozen in position as Thor approached confidently, never breaking eye contact. The blonde then gripped his brother's wrists to move them away so he was no longer covering himself.
"There is no need to hide Loki, I have seen everything of yours," Thor breathed as the flow of water began to soak his hair, the leftover droplets clung to his sun-kissed skin and highlighted his muscular form. The Liesmith struggled to comprehend the image in front of him, it all seemed so much more intense than the night in the forest. Now he could see Thor clearly, he couldn't hide in the essence of darkness, this was vivid light. They weren't in a surreal environment where he could convince a small part of his brain that it was all a fantasy, this was a shower. Loki didn't need the distraction from reality anymore, he didn't need Thor to prove his love. But nevertheless the thought of protesting never crossed his mind. It was ironic how his throat felt dry despite the location and his stomach fluttered in pure excitement – Loki was so used to being the one in control but this move was Thor's and Thor's alone and somehow that made this whole situation that much more enthralling.
The Thunderer checked the wounds on Loki, pleased when he saw all the cuts beginning to close although his eyes stopped at the bite.
"It isn't healing," Thor mentioned indicating with his gaze to the injury. It worried him more than it probably should have but how could he not worry about the one that he swore to protect? The one that was more precious to him than anything else in the nine realms.
"It is a deep wound...it'll heal, in time," Loki muttered finally finding his voice even if it wasn't as strong as usual. Thor's body heat was now beating against his skin, the only separation they received was from the water in between; Loki was both dreading and anticipating the idea of Thor getting closer. But for now he needed to keep himself occupied. His emerald orbs travelled to Thor's shoulder deciding he should at least return to the favour of concern even if it wasn't quite as strong on his part. As much as he loved Thor he wasn't one to overact about non-life-threatening injuries.
"Your shoulder is healing well," Loki observed, the bite was now just a bunch of scar-like lines which would further fade in very little time.
"All thanks to you," Thor murmured as his patience left him. He grabbed his sibling's shoulders and pushed him rearwards locking their lips together in the process until Loki's back pressed up against the icy ceramic tiles. A startled gasp escaped from the Trickster's mouth but was muffled by the ravishing kiss as the drastic change of temperature against Loki's sensitive skin forced him to arch his back and thus close the gap between his and Thor's chests. His shoulders went numb as the chill spread further but the fiery tingles that littered his torso were all to thrilling as he could feel every muscle, every movement and every breath of Thor's so intimately. The blonde chuckled into the kiss letting their tongues meet with an array of alluring vibrations. He couldn't stop himself from threading his fingers through those wet black locks and giving them a slight tug, nor could he refrain from closing the gap below, pressing their semi-hard erections together, enjoying the electrifying response it gave his body.
Loki's hands shot towards Thor's shoulders as he broke this kiss to turn his head away. He was losing control of the situation…he didn't like losing control. The blonde halted, wondering what was wrong while trying to ignore the sting of rejection. The Trickster regained composure, "we are in a shower Thor and this is not getting me clean," he remarked gently pushing his brother off of him. The blonde complied taking a step back, he was in both admiration and astonishment at the fact that his brother had enough self-control to stop when things were started to get heated. There weren't many people who could resist the God of Thunders sexual charm. Loki then plain out disregarded his presence as he reached for a bottle of bathing oil that had a delightful strawberry scent. The bottle however was almost instantaneously snatched out of his hand by far larger ones. The Trickster let out an irritated huff as he glared at Thor, "that is rude you know."
Thor told him to shush as he unscrewed the lid off the bottle and began to pour the thick, oozing liquid onto his hand.
"Don't you dare tell me to sh-" Loki's voice was stolen as the blonde kissed him once more. As much as the Trickster hated that move because it silenced him, he couldn't help but melt into the sensation as it expressed every word that Loki just couldn't say about his feelings verbally and it helped build a picture of the loving bond that they shared and how deep it entwined their souls together. Thor placed the bottle back on the side before breaking their connection, "let me wash you," he whispered not giving his brother much of a chance to argue. Well Loki said he wanted to get clean, he didn't say anything about Thor not helping him do that. The Thunderer flattened his hand against the pale skin of Loki's chest letting the oil drip down his abdomen leaving a bitingly cold trail. Loki shivered involuntarily, biting his lip to stop a moan escaping. Thor then began to rub the oil into his skin, lathering it up to cover the younger prince's porcelain flesh with a milky coat. Tracing the contours of Loki's physique delicately the blonde leaned forwards trailing one hand around his partners back to massage his shoulder blades. Thor smiled both triumphantly and amorously, pleased with his brother's reaction of closing his eyes and leaning his head back to expose his enticing neck. Caressing his fingertips down the line of Loki's spine earning a shudder from his younger brother, the God of Thunder began leaving indulgent kisses down his throat and collar remembering to give extra attention to that particularly sensitive spot.
"I'm not letting you...have sex with me in the shower," Loki breathed, his words droning out on a near moan. The Trickster didn't want to be some submissive whore that always let Thor have his way when he sexually courted him like this, he needed to assert his own dominance like he did everywhere else.
"Then I won't," the Thunderer uttered, "but I'm still going to have my fun with you," he glided his hand up Loki's chest letting the water from the shower wash away the soap in the process. With his other hand spread palm flat against the Liesmith's back to hold him close, Thor brushed his fingers across one of his nipples loving how it elevated his sibling's heartbeat. Loki almost attempted to squirm away as Thor then pinched him which flared up his chest in tingles that were both painful and pleasurable.
"Enjoying yourself?" Thor questioned with a deep, throaty laugh.
"Shut up, Thor," Loki retorted managing to keep his words sharp. The Thunderer then slipped his hand further south, taking the whole of Loki's manhood within his hand and giving it a firm squeeze. The Liesmith jolted, letting out a fragmented moan which only heightened the volume in Thor's laugh. It appeared that Loki could indeed make pleasant sounds with that mouth of his.
"I will take that as a yes," the blonde announced getting a scowl back from his brother. It was short lived however as Thor began to massage his genitals, slowly, sensually making sure to give him all the attention he could with his burning palm and calloused fingers. Loki felt the urge to moan even more as his stomach clenched and every muscle in his body began to shudder wantonly.
The Trickster could try and hold his perfectly stoic demeanour but his body was already craving more of this intoxicating sensation so there was nothing his pride could do when he was torn out of his mind and instead left to Thor's blissful touches, so he let his walls begin to crumble. The God of Thunder started to stroke his siblings throbbing erection, tracing the tip with his thumb while keeping a steady motion. The muscles in Loki's legs began to give in, instead of using the wall for support like his conceited nature would have told him to (but his body wouldn't because of the cold) he clung onto Thor's shoulders. The need for more contact had the Trickster starting to grind his hips forwards, he had given up in trying to resist besides why couldn't he show weakness in front of the man he loved? Wasn't Thor now the one that was allowed to see this side of him? He wasn't sure but there was some part of him that was either shy or ashamed of that idea and that part of him had him burying his face in the crook of his brother's neck to hide his yearning expression. The Liesmith's breathing quickened into short pants as Thor's strokes took up speed creating more and more glorious friction. Thor couldn't help but find his siblings rather timid reaction rather adorable, he wasn't sure if Loki could remember at this moment in time but he often used to hide his face against Thor when he was little and was embarrassed by something. No matter how much he pretended to be different, he still was the same child, the same person that Thor always knew.
When Loki began to moan without hesitation against his neck and for his nails to dig into his shoulder, Thor knew that the Trickster was close to his peak. The feel of Loki's warm breaths batting against his collar was stimulating to Thor which only intensified his own arousal. With a few more hard pumps, Loki hit his orgasm. His whole body convulsed with ecstasy as he came into Thor's hand. The substance was rapidly washed away by the water. Loki leant heavily against Thor, using him as a prop to keep what little energy he had in his legs to slowly regain their strength. The Thunderer smiled keeping one arm wrapped around him to help balance while he then buried his other again into his hair getting his fingers locked in the sodden tangles.
"I love you Loki...and I'm glad you can learn to relax around me," Thor muttered, his own problem still building and getting almost painful but Loki needed a moment to recover before he could allow himself to focus on that.
"I hate you..." the younger prince mumbled impishly, it seemed to be the only verbal way he could express affection. As much as he loved to hear the word love he just couldn't bring himself to say it directly, it was almost like he wasn't sure that maybe if he said it, it would feel like a lie. Because everything he said tended to be a lie. They both stood still for a few minutes letting the water flow down their backs while Loki recuperated his poise. The initial embarrassment had worn off as he was still riding on a high and he had convinced himself that it would be worse to act defensive about his surprisingly submissive reactions rather than just accepting it and acting normal as usual.
When the Trickster finally drew himself away from Thor he held perfect indifference in his facial features, the only giveaway of the moments before was the faint flush that still resided at the height of his cheekbones. Thor beamed at him, showing his charm and pearly white teeth, he knew he desired for Loki to touch him back but he was reluctant to mention it to the Liesmith for obvious reasons…so instead he decided on something a lot more innocent which he could probably get away with.
"Loki…do you mind washing my back for me?" The blonde asked casually, he needed something from Loki, anything. Thor was undeniably craving the feel of those tantalising hands against his skin with those delicate fingers and silky palms.
"I suppose I could…" Loki pondered, playfully teasing Thor as if to pretend that he didn't really want to. The longing in Thor's eyes was something spectacular as Loki could read him like a book, his expression reminded him of a begging Midgardian puppy.
"Fine, turn around," the Liesmith instructed. The God of Thunder did as he was told as Loki reached out of for the bottle and poured some on his hand, he gave them a quick rub together before placing his palms on the top of his sibling's shoulders.
Gently, he began to glide his hands down Thor's tough, sculptured back feeling every one of his hard earned muscles, avoiding the few heaving wounds and tenderly tracing every single battle scar with care. The Trickster let his fingers dip into the line of Thor's spine watching as his brother's shoulder blades tensed in reaction along with a vocal grunt from the blonde which only made Loki smirk – he had found a ticklish spot of his brothers. Though of course there was no need to take advantage of that knowledge right now but at least he knew.
"Mmmm you have a soothing touch Loki," Thor exhaled. He should seriously start requesting a massage from his brother considering he was clearly very good at it.
"One of my many skills," the younger prince commented, his sly mind now deciding that it needed entertaining. He slid his hands towards Thor's hips, drawing across the Thunderer's v-lines all the way to the end. The blonde jerked, Loki was trespassing further than he intended. Not even stopping to ask if it was an invitation he turned around, it broke contact but left him face to face with the mischief maker.
"Loki why do you arouse me so? I cannot contain myself any longer...will you not help me?" Thor questioned, almost whining. The Liesmith broke out into a devious but heated grin. He raised an eyebrow and leant closer to Thor before running his fingertips across the blonde length, agonisingly slowly, "do you refer to this big problem?" He hummed, repeating the action once more to observe the effect it had on his brother, which was a growl of a moan that resounded deep inside his throat and a not so subtle buck of the hips. Loki then perched on his toes to give him the extra height he needed to match Thor's so he could incline his head towards the blonde's ear.
"Well...you're going to have to sort it out by yourself, your punishment for every reckless mistake you made that could have gotten me killed," he whispered unsympathetically, but before he let Thor have chance to react he continued, "however this," Loki paused to press his lips against Thor's. It was only a peck, something that held no intention of sexual desire but was filled with the purest of affection, a memento of Loki's love all packaged together in a single moment, a single gesture, and a single heartbeat.
"Is a thank you," he finished, giving Thor a brief but entirely real smile. The Thunderer was struck in awe at the perfect image that he mentally photographed, Loki smiling truthfully was a beyond rare sight.
"What for?" Thor managed to mutter, furrowing his eyebrows. The younger prince settled back on his feet as he slipped past Thor and opened the curtain but before he left he glanced back at his brother, "for giving me a reason to want to be me again."
A/N: I really should write some Hobbit fanfic just to get it over with…I really love the Durin family! Also I hope you enjoyed this chapter :D I love shower smut teehee! And teasing Loki is always fun.
Please review if you can spare the time. I shall update quicker! YAY!