Reparation

There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.
Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

They have Jane flown in the first thing the same evening and hold a small memorial service on the roof of Stark Tower the next morning at sunrise. Natasha had told them what Eric had done to shut the portal down. There is no body left to bury so they all gather at the place he gave his life for them.

Thor hadn't known him but Loki, Jane and Stark had been friends with the elderly scientist. They were shocked by his sudden death, especially since there had been no time to say good bye. When she arrived Loki had to comfort his friend and deal with his own grief at the same time. The fight had drained all of them greatly but when Loki's skin began to get a blue tinge, Thor intervened and insisted on them all going to bed. There finally the ravenette had let go of every pent up emotion he had suppressed in the past few hours. The blond had to comfort his brother half of the night until he finally fell asleep in his arms, completely exhausted.

From this vantage point in the first light of the day Thor sees the destruction the invasion had caused. The golden sun mocks the still smoldering buildings, the empty streets and the debris lying everywhere. An eery silence had settled over the city which had found destruction not twenty four hours ago. Somewhere further away from the Tower the blond sees the corpse of a giant Leviathan having fallen onto a building. He had noticed already during the fight the damage done to the city but seeing it from above and without a layer of tiredness clouding his senses, it looks truly devastating. The whole night the Man of Iron and Captain America had been in the streets to help the rescue forces with the recovery but eventually exhaustion had settled over them as well when the adrenaline had subsided. Loki had wanted to help as well, probably also in an attempt to distract himself like Stark, but Thor had kept him home, using Jane's sadness as a pretext. He already looked ready to faint when they had come to the parlor of Stark's chambers and the message of Eric's death had made him desolate. Thor had flown him and the three mortals to Stark's Mansion where the brunet man asked them to rest for the moment for the Tower had gotten quite damaged during the fight and would need repairs before it'd be habitable again. The late afternoon all through the evening Thor had helped the two heroes with the rescue of humans but as the night fell he deemed his lover and his friends more important. He had seen his share of war and knows that tired warriors are of not much help after the fight.

Loki keeps his composure during the memorial, even comforts Jane by slinging an arm around her shoulders when she starts crying again. His face is set in a masque, years of being taught how to behave like a prince have formed it, it shows exactly the perfect amount of dignity and underlying sadness. Thor takes his hand halfway through Stark's words, the only one who seems to be able to speak no matter the circumstances, as he talks about his colleague, knowing that Loki would cry later as well, away from prying eyes. Loki squeezes his hand back in a silent thank you.

The next days pass quickly enough. After the city mourned their dead for two days the repairs started. Thor volunteered immediately to help the mortals in cleaning up their city and rebuilding what has been lost. Usually he would not do this, he is a warrior, a prince. It is not his task to clean up the mess he prevented. But he feels that he owes this to the people of Midgard.

Stark and Captain Rogers come with him. Loki would have liked to come as well but Thor forces him to rest a few days before helping them for he used up all his magic and is still so weak Thor fears he will overexert himself before he is content with his day's work. He had never been like the blond in that matter. Thor can accept that he cannot help everyone and stop all the suffering. Some things need time and to overexert himself physically and emotionally won't do the Midgardians any good. But after one week not even Thor's worst threats keep Loki from helping getting rid of the debris, healing people in the 'hospitals' and design stuff with Stark in the evenings that will help the mortals restore their homes or to improve their standards. He wants to thank Stark with this for having offered them a home and friendship. And though the mortal brushes it off, he is quite grateful and flattered.

They stay in Stark's Mansion in the outskirts of the city. It barely had been damaged during to its position and offers more than enough space for the whole team Stark had invited to stay for as long as they want, for none of them have a home close by.

More than two weeks after the invasion, Thor finally pulls himself together to approach the subject his heart had been longing for. The repairs have been coming along greatly and the mortals will not need their help anymore to do the rest.

'Loki, love?'

'Yes?' He turns around with a smile Thor can't help but return.

'I was thinking about home. We could go back now, the threat is banished for now.' Thor doesn't want to let on just how much he misses Asgard and everything they left behind. He misses the summer breeze which is sure to strive over the land by now, the cool water and the desolation of their secret rendezvous point, their friends and family. He had been away on missions before but never had he longed to be back home as much as now. Maybe because he starts to feel a kind of connection to this place, maybe because for the first time he isn't sure if he would ever see his home again. Years ago Thor had agreed to leave Asgard and everyone on it behind for Loki, had even been the one suggesting it.

Loki chews on his lip. 'I don't know.'

'Do you not want to return?', he asks, trying to sound unconcerned though Thor voices his greatest fear.

'Yes, I do want to. But..' The ravenette sighs. 'I mean, I miss it. Asgard will always be my home but I am in no rush to return. There were a lot of things that I should have dealt with upon returning two years ago. I didn't have much time to think about the changes that will necessarily need to happen.' He huffs out a breath in an attempt to mock his own fears. 'I left as a Prince and I return as the enemy, a rumored murderer.' Thor wants to contradict him but as far as he knows the last words Asgard had heard about their youngest prince were that he tried to conquer an underdeveloped world. 'I would.. like to stay just for a little while.', he immediately adds when he sees the slight hurt Thor can't keep out of his face. 'I-I just need some time to think about what happened. Just a short while.', he asks.

Thor stands up and pulls Loki into an embrace. 'Everything you want, love.', he says with difficulty. 'But there is nothing you need to fear. You saved a planet, out nine realms as well. You are a hero. And no one knows of your true parentage apart from Father, Mother, Sleipnir, our friends and Laufey.'

'Laufey?' Loki takes a step back. Thor's hands rest on his upper arms.

'We are no longer at war, brother. All thanks to you.'

'Thanks to my death, you mean.', he mutters darkly but accepts Thor's arms again. 'What did he say?', Loki asks softly, face hidden in the crook of Thor's neck.

'He would like to meet you.' He relies to Loki everything that had happened during his absence. 'I do not believe Sleipnir knows yet that Laufey knows that he is your son.'

Some tears wet Loki's face, a sight that Thor had become to accustomed to lately, but he brushes them away. 'Soon. But not now. I need my strength for a travel like that.' The blond can see the longing in the emerald green eyes, and also the anxiety. He misses home just as much as Thor does but is afraid of what he might find.

Thor sees through the transparent lie as they had already agreed to travel with the Tesseract but he says nothing, just pulls him into a soft kiss. 'I love you.'

'I love you too, Thor.'

Despite his wish to go home and the destruction and emotionally demanding reparations of the city, Thor finds himself being more happy than he had been in years, maybe even ever. Loki is back at his side, no sword of Damocles hangs over them anymore and this time the end isn't already in sight at the beginning. It feels like old times when they had not a care in the world when Loki smiles at him across the table or takes his hand. Maybe this is their chance for happiness. Thor carries a bright smile on his face at all times of the day now. This time they have a chance for the happy ever after and that makes everything even better than the time Loki first told him that he loves him.

The blond has to admit that it is good to finally not have to hide anymore. Thor usually sits right next to Loki, one arm draped around his slim shoulders, not having to care about any pretenses, and none of their friends care. They can be together, openly at last.

Loki is happy as well, had even pulled out the silver and red ring again and wears it proudly. He smiles and helps where he can, he puts up a brave masque to not worry anyone. Still, the ravenette is far from being okay though he reassures Thor he will soon be. Every loud noise startles him or he at least flinches violently. The nights are still the worst for him and more often than not Thor has to hold the ravenette while he cries himself to sleep.

After their initial conversation Thor doesn't bring up the theme of going home again. Pressing his brother will just drive him further away from home, so Thor even keeps their family mostly off limits. But apparently that isn't needed.

Loki is lounging on the sofa, his feet propped up in Thor's lap. It is a Sunday and they all take a well-deserved break by relaxing in the living room. Stark had been prodding at them the whole day to find out more about their lives in Asgard, about the technology they are using and about their family. When the conversation comes to Loki's adoption, the ravenette had acquired a book and decidedly ignored the ongoing discussion. Thor had explained the matter to the scientist after checking that Loki would not mind. Stark seems to be able to rely to Loki's relationship with Odin, and is upset about the secrecy but refrains from judging. Loki continues to pretend that he is indeed not listening nor does he engage in the conversation anymore. Thor still feels uncomfortable talking about Loki's and his private affairs and changes the topic rather quickly.

Stark takes down some notes about Thor's description of the energy weapons the guards are using, and though the blond is sure Loki could have explained their workings far better, he had kept out of it, still pretending to read. Thor nudges his foot to gain his attention.

'Why..', Thor stops himself, trying to find a way to voice his question properly.

'Why what?' Loki looks up from the book, green eyes are trained on him.

'Why did you never tell me about Sleipnir?' Until now Thor had kept the conversation away from that particular person but he just has to know. The question had been on his mind for some time, ever since he found out about the tall young man. It should be a question for a private conversation but Thor is sure Loki would evade it anyway. The nagging suspicion that his lover had kept the information from him because of lacking trust, isn't brushed away easily.

'Sleipnir? Who's that?', Stark chimes in immediately, packing away his notes.

'My son.' Loki answers mechanically. His eyes are looking on something neither of them can see. A sadness Thor wants to dispel, settles on his features. Thor asks himself if he pushed too far.

The mortal frowns. 'Point Break makes is sound like he didn't know he existed.', he lets the statement dangle in the air like a question.

'It was not my decision, Tony!', Loki snaps. He glares at the man and clenches his fists, sitting up completely. 'Do you think I wanted my son to grow up without his mother? Norns, I was barely of age.' He stands up with a pained expression on his face. 'Father- Odin didn't react as I thought he would when I told him. It was one mistake, one night I let my emotions get the better of me. A night I don't even remember.', he admits, shaking his head. 'But I wanted the child, however, he just took it away from me.' Anger, resentment and bitterness enter the smooth voice. 'He said it would be a disgrace having children outside of marriage as a Prince, not to mention birthing them. I couldn't tell Mother nor Thor. We were.. not very close and I thought they'd despise me for this. Odin forbid me to ever speak about this matter or he would send Sleipnir off to another realm and I would never see him again. He was my father, he had powers I could not imagine and I never doubted he would find a way to hide him from me.' Loki sounds desperate as he asks them to understand. 'He forbid me to even visit him. My own son! It broke my heart every day to know Odin paraded around with him, the wonder with the eight legs, a gift from the Norns to the All-father as a sign, the fastest horse the nine realms had ever seen. I hated him for that, I never forgave him even after he allowed me to see him. My poor baby..' His voice drops in volume. 'I tried to make him enjoy our meetings the best I could.'

'Eight legs? What..?', Stark asks, ignoring the dark glare Thor turns on him.

Loki closes his eyes and sighs deeply. 'I don't expect you to remember.' He turns to Thor who quietly watches him. 'It was your thousandth birthday.' He sighs and evades their gaze. 'You were..', Loki stops but Thor nods to tell him he doesn't need to say it. He doesn't remember much of that night but he is quite sure there had been more than one maiden clinging on him and that he hadn't ignored them. 'I drank too much, I thought I could let go for one evening and maybe drown the misery of my life. Well, I woke up in the stables. The night never came back to me.'

'Kazimierz?' The name of Thor's horse rolls from his lips. Somehow he hopes he is wrong but knows he isn't.

Loki nods shortly with a snort. 'Stupid, I know. Still, it made me feel closer to the person I wanted to be with.'

'A horse?', Stark asks for confirmation with raised eyebrows. 'How?' He is intrigued despite obviously being slightly irritated.

Loki points at himself. 'Shape-shifter. My son was birthed by me in the form of a mare. I don't if it was my magic or just some mishap because I transformed during the pregnancy, but he had eight legs. Everyone thought him deformed and unable to live. He proved them all wrong. He was the fastest horse from the very first moment.' A fond smile graces his feaatures.

He pauses for some moments. 'He was two years old when he changed for the first time. He had seen me do it to stay with him against Odin's rules, during storms or when I just couldn't say good bye, or to not draw anyone's attention to us. He changed into Asgardian shape.' His eyes are again on something neither of the listening men can see. His smile is dreamy. 'He was the prettiest little boy I had ever seen with his blond hair and little dimples as he smiled up to me. I was so proud and afraid at that time. I had always felt magic tingling around him but had never thought he could use it on purpose, let alone shape-shift with it.' The smile slowly vanishes and regret laces through Loki's voice. 'There was no other option but to shut his magic away, to cut his natural connection to his abilities. Odin would have used him. No one knew he is my illegitimate son, no one would bother if he'd get hurt. Now I feel terrible for doing it for it was nothing different from what was done to me but I tried to show him my love.'

'You taught him how to use magic.', Thor states rather than asks.

Loki nods. 'When he was old enough to control his powers I started to practice with him. He was so talented and no one could know.' His face twists from a proud smile to a grimace. 'Sleipi would have loved to run through the palace, be a normal child. He deserved so much more than me.' Sadness and regret lace through his voice and the frown settles on his face again.

'He loves you, Loki. You did great given the circumstances. You will see when you see him. He is perfect. Do not fret yourself.' Thor tries to comfort his lover.

He sighs. It is apparent to Thor that Loki doesn't believe him but he sits down next to Thor and doesn't push his arm away when the blond hugs him.

'I am sorry, for what happened. Back then between us and..' Thor shakes his head. 'I should have known.'

Loki looks up surprised by his statement. 'I wasn't keeping this from you. It was.. I needed to protect him.'

The blond pulls him closer 'I know.'

xXxXx

The air is stifling. Enough of this farce, Loki thinks. The sun is burning through the high windows of Tony's apartment. A jolt of magic opens two windows on different sides of the floor to get a little wind going. The air conditioning isn't going yet and the heat slowly becomes unbearable. Sweat had already accumulated on Loki's forehead and the mortals probably aren't better off though Tony seems too absorbed in his work to actually note the heat.

The dark haired mortal is hunched over one of his robot servants which Barton had damaged during his stay, Tony is bend on repairing it today. The last days they had been busy cleaning out the debris and actually trying to find as many of Tony's personal items as possible. Loki had used his magic to repair most of the windows but there still extensive repairs will be necessary before anyone would be able to live here again. Bruce spends most of his time here, overseeing the various workers building up the new penthouse of Stark Tower.

Tony had decided, that they would have to rebuild most things from the scratch either way so he could as well throw in some new ideas and reshape his apartment as they are already at it. He hadn't shared all his ideas but Loki has a hunch what his friend is planning to do.

By day they help rebuild the city, coming here in the evening to check on the progress. Bruce isn't much help in the streets but here he has his peace and can work on his projects while not feeling like he's doing nothing. He and Tony had gotten friends and Bruce, though he threatened Fury with it in the beginning, doesn't want to leave immediately.

There is a lot they want to find out, about both the Chitauri and their weapons. Both scientists shy away from the dead bodies polluting a big cooled hangar of SHIELD somewhere out of the city, but they are comfortable taking apart the technology the attackers had used, trying to find out how it works to recreate it later and use it against Thanos, the real threat.

'Aha!', Tony suddenly cries out as some lights flicker on the surface of Dum-E. Loki has to admit he is rather impressed with the brunet man's skills. A whirring noise fills the room as the little robot starts to move around, apparently happy to be back.

Loki smiles, though it is a bit bitter. Not all wounds the invasion had inflicted upon Midgard will be so easily remedied. He had seen the damage first hand and had helped clean up the mess Thanos had caused. His anger was fed by all the dead or injured humans, by all the destruction around them, by all the families torn apart, ruins that will never bring forth life again. So much death and pain had been brought upon Midgard's people, so much ruin. He can't forgive that and somehow, somewhen, the purple man would pay for this.

Bruce and he had helped in all the local hospitals, putting their powers to the best use. Loki would have probably sold his soul to have access to his herbs at home. All of their ills could be so easily cured. The knowledge that even if he would have his medicines and full powers he couldn't safe everyone and that it would not be in their interest, weighs heavy on him. This is war, as Thor had said. They need to stand up for their own, Loki can't take that away for them. Asgard will always protect Midgard but it is not their task to take them their opportunity to build something unique.

Just as it is getting dark the three men make their way back to the Mansion in Tony's car. The city is still quieter than it had been at Loki's first visit but the life slowly starts to return to the streets. The mortals are still frightened but they know that the Avengers will protect their city and always stand between them and the dangers coming at them.

If Loki is honest he hopes the repairs of the Tower will still take a while for he has grown rather fond of the old brick house and its rather large garden. The life is quieter out here, far from the city, and though Loki misses the pulse of the big city he enjoys the illusion of nature around him and the peaceful evenings with his new friends.

Natasha already awaits them in the door and ushers them into the kitchen.

'You don't have to cook, you know? We can order us anything. Or go out.', Tony says with a huff, crossing his arms when he sees all the shopping bags in the kitchen. The red haired woman apparently already assigned Steve and Thor a task. His brother is dressed in Midgardian clothes and is chopping carrots. He shortly waves at the group before returning his attention back to his task. Steve merely smiles and greets them friendly.

'Yeah, but this is also fun.'

'Whatever.' Tony rolls his eyes and heads away from the unprepared food. Before any of the others can run away Natasha gives them their tasks and pulls out everything they need for that. Loki is glad to help and Bruce doesn't complain either.

A blond shock of hair appears in the door. Clint hovers uncertain at the entrance to the big room, not sure if he should enter or just leave again. The kitchen is unusual full today given that Tony hates cooking and they usually order something and eat it while relaxing in the living room. His eyes glide over the others. Ever since Loki had released Thanos hold of his mind, Clint had been insecure as how to act around the others. He still feels guilty for participating in the plans of overtaking the world though the Avengers had reassured him time and again that it wasn't his fault nor that any blame is placed on him. Natasha worries greatly over him, they had been close even before this.

'Come in, there is enough for everyone.', Loki says cheerfully, smiling at Clint. He knows the archer is still uncertain about him but had also confided in him because the ravenette is the only person who understands what it means to be exposed to the scepter. How it is to lose one's body and mind to something strange and just being able to stand back and watch the most horrible deeds being performed by one's own hands.

Somewhere in the back of Clint's mind he imagines the judging glares of the people he tried to kill but the blond accepts the invitation. 'Thanks.', he mutters, slowly coming further into the room.

'We wanted to watch a movie, any suggestions?', Tony asks, leaning casually against a counter and popping blueberries into his mouth, not even pretending to help the team prepare supper.

Clint shrugs. 'Can I help you?'

'Nope, just sit down. We'll be done soon.', Natasha answers, stirring in some pots to make sure nothing burns. Clint tries to relax as the red head, Loki, Thor, Steve and Bruce scurry around the kitchen.

Thor's hand lightly skims over his back as Loki cuts vegetables for dinner, it is not even an arousing way as Thor just tries to reach around him. Nevertheless it sends liquid fire down Loki's spine, making him shiver involuntarily.

'Everything alright, Loki?' He must have noticed the tremor but hopefully not its reason.

Loki turns his gaze down and evades Thor's eyes. His cheeks flush slightly at the embarrassing lack of self control. 'Yeah, everything's fine.' The others surely had seen it as well but as he looks up, no one is laughing or shows any signs of having seen the mishap. Thor smiles at him and takes the potato peeler from the counter next to Loki's vegetables.

All during a quite delicious dinner Loki keeps quite and tries to suppress the jolts of electricity that travel through his body whenever Thor casually touches him. The others share their day's work and contemplate their next moves. There is a consensus that they eventually will have to deal with Thanos again as he will sooner or later come for the Tesseract again, but no more specific plans are made for these worst-case scenarios.

Somehow the loud chatter around him does not annoy Loki as it did back in the dining hall in Asgard with its hundreds of warriors. The comfortable ease which engulfs the group is nothing the ravenette ever hoped to find. Like a big happy family, he thinks.

After dinner and cleaning up, they settle in the living room. Loki slides into his usual seat next to Thor at the end of the sofa when Tony asks Jarvis to start the movie.

Thor slings his arm around Loki's shoulders and draws him closer. The movie continues on and on and Loki cuddles into the embrace, enjoying the warmth that settles in the pit of his stomach. If he'd be honest he didn't even catch the title of the film nor its story or anything for he is too absorbed by his own thoughts and Thor.

When Loki suppresses the fourth yawn in five minutes, Thor asks: 'Tired, brother?'

He shrugs. 'A little.'

Thor smiles knowing. 'Let's retire.'

They bid the others good night and go up the stairs to their rooms. The Mansion has several separate apartments. Tony had assigned them a complex with two bedrooms, a parlor, a small library and two bathrooms. Loki is thankful that Tony thought about granting him some space if needed. But Loki had been alone enough, he spent every single night in Thor's arms.

They had interlaced their fingers when leaving the big living room. Loki worries his lip as he tries to decide how to best approach the matter. He had felt ready for this for some time but Thor had insisted on them waiting just a little longer to let all their injuries and memories fade a bit. Thor's random little touch had sparked the fire in him again, it now burns underneath his skin. It had been oh so long.

'I'll just go shower quickly, then I am right back.' Thor presses a quick kiss on his forehead and walks towards the bathroom but Loki doesn't let go of his hand and keeps him back.

With an astonished smile he turns around again, letting himself being pulled close. Loki caresses his cheek with his other hand, then leans up to kiss him properly. 'I love you.' His kisses down Thor's jawline and neck. A strong hand come up to his hip and draws him closer. 'It's been so long, Thor.' Loki moves back up, the blond reciprocates eagerly. 'I want you.', he murmurs against the soft lips.

Thor draws back a little to look him in the eyes. 'Are you sure?' There is fire in his eyes but also a self-imposed restraint.

'I am fine, my dear. I need you. I long to feel you.' He presses up close, his cheek brushes a bearded one. Loki's body fits perfectly into Thor's big frame. Thor leans into him, his hand comes up to the ravenette's lower back. Loki feels his breath deepen when he buries his nose in black hair, his body already reacts.

'I am here, right here, my love.' Thor's voice is already hoarse. 'I won't leave you ever again. I swear.'

'Thor.', he whimpers when Thor presses his lips against his throat. 'Please.'

The blond growls. Sliding his other hand behind Loki's neck to keep him in place, he starts to kiss Loki, quickly taking over the kiss by sliding his tongue past the pale lips. Loki's knees threaten to buckle. He had missed this careless intimacy. Just too willingly the blond gives in to Loki's pleas and slight tugs for more body contact. Greedily he grabs Loki's bottom, his other hand tangles in black hair.

Suddenly Thor breaks the kiss and Loki is about to complain when he is raised by two strong hands and is carried towards their shared bedroom with the ravenette's legs wrapped around his waist. Loki's lips attach themselves to the other's throat, pressing kisses to it and sucking at the offered skin which draws deep rumbles from him.

Gently Thor disposes him on the large bed, settling between his legs and kissing him gently. Thor's t-shirt is quickly flung to the ground and the blond starts to tug at Loki's clothes. Just when his fingers skim over the exposed skin between his pants and his longsleeve, Loki becomes aware of his own body but Thor already pushes the cloth up. Thor's lips on his neck distract him enough and he lifts up to enable the blond to bare his upper body. Large hands begin their exploration but stop after a few seconds. Shocked Thor lifts himself up to look at Loki's body properly.

'I will kill him and bring you his head.' The words are spoken with such grimness that Loki shivers. A storm is brewing in Thor's eyes as they take in the many scars littering Loki's previously flawless torso. One scar stands out particularly and warmth enters the blue eyes again when he softly caresses it. It is almost directly over his heart, more faded than the rest and became white with time.

Thor looks into his eyes. Softly he kisses the ravenette before leaning down. He presses a kiss on each scar he can find. Sometimes Loki flinches from the memory of how it came to be on his skin but Thor's soft lips make each of them seem less terrifying.

When the blond has finished his exploration, he whispers a soft 'I love you.' After that, everything is a rush to Loki. The last of their clothes vanish and Thor is kissing him senseless, bringing their bodies closer together. He is careful not to hurt the younger man but Loki feels the obvious proof of his own arousal and urgency pressed between them.

Thor rubs their erections against each other, drawing moans from both of them. Loki reaches for the bedside table, quickly pulling out a lubricant he had put their earlier the week. It should not be said that he isn't prepared. Thor settles between his spread legs and coats his fingers with the slimy liquid.

Loki is writhing beneath Thor before he is even finished with stretching his lover. The blond apparently has to hold back to not just take his lover without sufficient preparation and Loki's begs don't make it any easier. After what feels like an eternity Thor finally slathers his cock with the lube and lines himself up with Loki.

It hurts a little when Thor presses in but Loki already entices him to go faster before he is even fully sheathed. Loki looks up to see Thor close his eyes in pleasure. His mouth hangs open slightly. Loki reaches up to pull him into a messy kiss. The feeling of his lover finally inside him is overwhelming.

Thor's patience seems to wear thin. Their lips are still connected in a sloppy kiss when he starts to move and steals Loki's breath. The slow moves get faster but no less affectionate as if he tries to show Loki how much he loves him with every move. The ravenette's toes curl in pleasure while Thor's cock brushes his prostate with almost every stroke. Loki clings to Thor's back, trying to get more of him inside, to get him closer, his legs are wrapped around his hips and pull the blond in. if Thor's panting is anything to go by he is just as close as Loki is. The closeness of his lover is enough but the friction of their stomachs rubbing against his cock is mind-blowing.

Loki's head drops back and he comes with a shout. 'Brother!' Somewhere in the back of his mind he notices Thor coming with a grunt a few thrusts later before almost collapsing on him.

Thor's hot breath fans across the sensitive skin of his neck. It takes Loki some time to realize the blond had started chuckling lightly. 'Seriously? Brother?'

Loki joins his careless laughter, feeling too content to be offended. When Thor wants to pull out, Loki holds on to his neck. 'Don't. Just for a little while.'

Thor smiles down at him, blue eyes sparkle. His hair is mussed and sticking to his sweaty forehead. He leans down, the lazy grin still on his face, and kisses Loki slowly. One of his hands wanders to the ravenette's lower back, pressing them even closer together before rolling to the side, taking Loki with him. Within a few seconds and some wiggling he lies on top of the blond, sparing Thor the necessity to keep up himself further on his arms to not crush Loki underneath him.

The sweet afterglow slowly fades slowly. Thor rakes his fingers through his hair. 'Yes.', Loki says softly, looking deep into his eyes.

'Hmm?' Thor looks up questioningly. Loki caresses his cheek.

'Yes, you are my brother. I was stupid to ever deny that.', Loki says softly. 'You filled the word with so much love and took away my dread. My brother is more than I could ever hope for.'

Thor takes a deep breath and smiles more widely than before. 'That is what I wanted to tell you all along, love.' The blond gently lifts Loki of his chest and they sink together into the mattress. Loki whimpers softly when Thor draws out, already missing the feeling of his lover stretching him. They kiss lazily for a few minutes before Thor draws back.

'We should get cleaned up. Can you take care of that?', he asks, one arm still draped over Loki's waist.

He sighs. 'You know,', he leans in conspiratorially, 'the Midgardians invented something ingenious. It is called a washcloth.', Loki puts special emphasis on the last word.

Thor laughs with a groan. 'I don't want to get up.'

'I do neither.' Loki sighs again, closing his eyes and concentrating. Today hadn't been too demanding, still his magic feels odd ever since he got it back. Maybe because he so long hadn't been in any location with magic. Loki hopes so and that the reason is not the lost and regained immortality and that this will not become normalcy for him to feel but that his powers will be restored once he is back to Asgard.

A wet washcloth from the bathroom levitates into the room. Thor grabs it and cleans them a little before tossing it aside and scooping Loki into his arms again. The ravenette rests his head on the broad chest. But tomorrow will be enough time to worry about anything but the warmth his beloved is radiating.