It all started when Loki was seventeen years old, in Midgardian years. He didn't know that he was a Jotun yet. He wasn't aware of all the lies told by Odin. He was only aware that his complexion was paler than usual, and the rest of the warriors believed him to be weak, but that was because they were ignorant. He had great soldier capacities, and, mixed with his magic abilities, he was almost as good as Thor. Of course, his brother was the warrior, the chosen one, thus no one compared to him. But at least he was proving himself to be a worthy son of Odin. Well, he tried to. Not that the king would notice: he was too busy with his brother. But he tried anyway.
Loki was reading alone in his favourite part of the palace's library that night. Everybody else was partying over some other fight his brother had won. He had cast an illusion so all of them thought he was there when he wasn't. Only Mother would know it, but she understood him better than anyone. She knew how he felt deep inside on those tedious social events.
He was enjoying himself on his own, immersed in his book. But of course, something had to interrupt him. In that case, it was someone.
"Brother, may I speak with you?" asked Thor, coming out of the shadows. Loki had realised he was there twenty minutes ago but decided on ignoring him. He sat on the armchair next to the one Loki was sitting on, so he had no other choice than to talk to him.
"Shouldn't you be at your party?" Loki asked him, putting the book away with a slight movement of his fingers.
"You should too. Yet, here we are." his brother was never that quiet, and there was evidently something troubling him.
"I think your brain is going to explode if you keep thinking. What did you want?" he used his charisma to ease him into the conversation.
"I need to speak with you in private. Can you come to my chambers with me?" his smile was shy, something that wasn't at all usual on him.
"I don't see why not."
They walked down the corridors in silence. Anybody would think that the quietness was awkward, but Loki liked silence. They were the only moments in which he was really able to think. Thor didn't enjoy it one bit, he tended to overspeak just to fill in the silence, but that night he was unbelievably quiet. There was definitely something on his mind, but he said he wanted to speak in private, so Loki didn't ask anything. Instead, he made his "other self" disappear from the feast. Since his brother wasn't there, he didn't need to be there. Nobody wanted him there anyway.
When they reached his brother's private chambers, he opened the door for Loki to pass and then closed it after him. Thor left Mjöllnir on a special table he had there, he took off the upper part of his armour, leaving him naked from the waist up, and then sat on the edge of his bed. His head was hanging low.
Loki looked at Thor curiously. He gestured for him to sit next to him on the bed and he did it, feeling a little bit worried. Loki loved his brother, even if he was the god of mischief and had a wicked way of showing it. Thus, contrary to all his instincts, he put his hand on his naked shoulder, squeezing a little to comfort him. Thor put his hand on top of his but still didn't talk to him. Loki was getting nervous, but probably it was just the fact that he held his hand so tightly that he wasn't able to take it away.
"I was with Father. That's why I wasn't at the party." he finally said, still not looking up.
"I thought there had to be a good reason for you to miss a feast." Loki chuckled, trying to lighten his mood. It kind of worked, since he finally looked at him, with a half-hearted smile.
"You know me better than anyone, brother." his tone was so sombre that he couldn't help but ask himself what Father had told him. Luckily, he didn't need to ask. "Father told me something I need to do. According to him, I could lose Mjöllnir if I don't do this…" his voice faltered. After hearing that, Loki was able to understand his mood better. Even though Thor hadn't been given Mjöllnir officially, in the ceremony he was supposed to have, he was the only one who could lift it since he was a child. Mjöllnir meant everything to his brother. Loki even tried to lift it once, just to hear the Three Buffoons and Lady Sif laugh at him. They couldn't lift it either, since the only one 'worthy' of it is Thor.
"I'm afraid I don't understand, brother. What could you do so wrong that you would lose Mjöllnir?" Loki asked him, trying to use the calmest voice he could manage. Thor didn't need anyone to go crazy about this, that's why he had chosen Loki to talk about it.
"Father said that I needed to be more mature. If I were to continue like this, I would lose everything. Brother, tell me, would you help me with the endeavour Father gave me?" Thor was looking at him now, and even with no lights in the room, apart from the moonlight entering through the balconies, Loki could see he was desperate.
"Yes, of course." he answered while lightening the room's candles with a snap of his fingers. Even when that was very easy to do for him, he did it with such elegance that anybody would envy him.
"You should know everything before you accept. I do not wish to force you into anything." that surprised him, but he looked at Thor with a stoic expression. "Do you like someone, brother? What I mean is, do you like someone enough to be intimate with him or her?" Loki didn't know where that came from, or what it had to do with the purpose of their talk.
"I haven't paid enough attention to anyone for that to happen. Why does it matter?" the question itself made him feel uncomfortable, but he wanted to answer the best he could. His brother was his best friend, his only friend, and he wanted to be like him. Well, except for the lack of thinking capability.
"I thought so." he showed his goofy smile, and that was his first happy smile of the night. Loki was confused, more so when his brother took his hand, which was still on his shoulder, and began caressing his palm with his fingers. "Father asked me to be intimate with someone." Loki felt nauseous, but, as always, he didn't show it on his face. He took away his hand from Thor's, placing both of his on his knees, forcing himself not to turn them into fists. He convinced himself that he wasn't feeling jealousy.
"I don't think you need my help with that, brother. We both know how… popular you are among women and men alike." Loki wasn't looking at him, because Thor could read him like a book. If he looked into his eyes, he would see how upset Loki was. He didn't know why he was upset, but he never understood feelings. Thor chuckled.
"I haven't been intimate with anybody, brother. Not yet, at least. And no, I don't need your help finding someone, because I already have." his look was so intense that Loki was feeling a little bit nervous. Thor caressed his cheek with one of his hands. They used to share those types of displays of affection when they were younger, but it's been a while since he has done it. "As I told you, you know me better than anyone. And with that gift of yours, you always know what to say and what to do…" he sighed, getting closer to Loki. "I want you to be the first, Loki." he looked at Thor with bewilderment in his eyes. He had lost his composure, but the matter in hand was worth it.
"W-what are you saying?" asked Loki. This was the first time he was surprised by his brother.
"I think you understood, brother. But I don't want to force you. If you don't want me, please, tell me." Loki had lost his words.
His gift was, among many other things, always knowing what to say in the best way possible for language. However, at that moment, he was only able to look at Thor. He didn't refuse, he didn't accept. He just looked at his brother, who was smiling confidently. Thor got his face closer to his own, and he didn't pull away. He didn't pull away when Thor joined their lips together. In fact, he returned the kiss softly. It was his first kiss, but it was a night of firsts.
Thor's tongue licked his closed lips, which made Loki gasp. His brother took the chance and inserted his tongue inside of his mouth, playing, testing. Timidly, Loki moved his tongue in sync with Thor's, making the god of thunder smile. They had to break their kiss because of that smile, but Thor kept his forehead on Loki's.
"Please, brother. Tell me. I need to hear it from you. I don't want to hurt you in any way." the blue-eyed god whispered, not taking away his lustful gaze from his brother's.
Loki was feeling dizzy from all the information he had to process, but at some point, he nodded slightly. Thor kissed him again, his tongue exploring Loki's mouth completely. The kiss they shared was slow, but intense, charged with an energy Loki couldn't quite understand, but he knew it came from his brother. It had the kind of jolt one feels when there is a thunderstorm.
Thor moved closer to his body, putting his free hand on his waist, while the other hand was slowly caressing Loki's back of the neck, assuring him. Even when Loki hadn't thought for one second about this happening, every passing moment he wanted it more and more. Thor's gentle but reassuring touch was warming him, and he felt that warmth all over his body.
Loki let his brother lay him on his bed, gasping when their chests were so close together that, if it weren't for Loki's green tunic, they would be touching. He was feeling the desperate need to feel Thor's bigger and warmer body over his, and, as if he were able to read his mind or feel his needs, Thor broke their kiss to remove Loki's robe and tunic. They were kissing again shortly after, this time full of need, passion and some aggression but in a good sense. Loki, being able to feel his brother's upper body and be embraced by it, started to shiver. He wanted to continue, but what was he supposed to do? How did these intimate encounters work? His head started to ache from all the thinking.
Suddenly, Thor left his lips and body. Loki felt cold, and even when he was usually not bothered by being cold, this particular time he was. It was a different kind of cold, not the one from temperature, but he felt cold from his heart. He slowly opened his eyes to see his brother kneeling on the bed in front of him, panting, but not touching him anywhere. He was confused for a moment, and then he was able to figure out Thor's guilty face.
"I misunderstood, didn't I?" said Thor, his voice trembling and his hands shaking. There was some thunder outside, caused by the obviously troubled god of thunder. "I can't believe I almost forced… I'm so sorry, Loki. Please, forgive me, brother. I don't want to hurt you, I swear. I swear I'm not going to touch you again." Loki couldn't believe what he was hearing. Why and for what was Thor apologising? "You don't want this, and I almost…" he was on the verge of crying. The thunders outside were louder every passing moment. Loki, understanding now what was wrong with his brother, sat upright and crawled on the bed, like a feline would stalk his prey until he reached Thor. He sat on top of his lap, crossing his arms and legs behind the blue-eyed god's back.
"What in the damned Nine Realms are you saying?" asked Loki rhetorically, his voice calm. He was still nervous, but he needed to reassure his brother that he wasn't forcing him to do anything.
"I'm so sorry, Loki. Please, forgive me…" Thor repeated like a chant, some tears falling down his cheeks. Loki caressed them, trying to calm his brother and make him listen.
"Look at me, Thor." his brother refused at the very beginning, but he insisted, searching for his eyes with his own until they were face to face. "I do want this." he was convinced of that, even when he didn't know what he was doing.
"Loki, you were shivering, as if you were in fear… Please, don't try to soothe my pain. Just tell me that you forgive me, brother." he was so stubborn when he wanted to be.
"By the Norns, stop it. I was shivering, yes, but because I'm nervous. I don't know what I should or shouldn't do, and you know those kinds of situations stress me out. Now, don't make me beg you. You know that's not my style." Loki caressed Thor's growing stubble, while the other watched him in amazement.
"So, you do want me?" Thor asked, incredulous. Loki rolled his eyes, but a smirk was forming on his lips.
"What do you think, oaf?" he asked his brother while moving closer to his body, for Thor to feel his aching and throbbing erection through his trousers. Immediately, Thor hugged him.
"I'm sorry, I thought…" Loki kissed him shortly, exasperated.
"Stop apologising and start doing." he said, smiling at his brother affectionately. It was rare for him to smile showing other emotion than mischief, but he felt it that way at that moment. "At least you should know what you're doing, right?" he asked, not wanting his brother to see his vulnerability, but unable to hide it from him any longer. The thunder outside disappeared instantly.
"I know the basics, and then I trust my instincts. Something you should probably do instead of thinking that much, brother." Thor answered, returning his smile and caressing his temple with one calloused finger.
"One of us has to use the brain." Loki smirked at his brother.
"That is true, but in this situation, I think that not thinking it's better." Loki laughed, just because that sentence didn't make any sense at all.
"While I love a good chat about how I have a wonderful thinking capacity and you clearly don't, I believe there are some more urgent matters we need to deal with right now." he ground himself along his brother's erection to show his point. Thor grunted.
Loki was kissed fiercely again, and he knew that there was no turning point at that time. Not that he wanted to stop anyhow. Even when his mind was clouded with a mixture of thoughts and feelings, his body was reacting positively. Maybe, just for once, his brother was right, and he needed to stop paying attention to his mind and just allow his body to enjoy himself.
They had to put a stop to their kissing when their need for air was too much to bear. However, Thor started kissing, licking and biting Loki's neck, making the god of mischief moan with every bite. He had to grab Thor's strong shoulders tightly when he continued his trail of kisses down his torso. Quickly after that, he was laying on the bed again, watching closely as his brother stood up to remove his trousers, the last piece of clothing from his body. Loki didn't want to stare -he was quite afraid of looking down- so he focused his gaze on Thor's, never leaving his eyes. His brother then proceeded to remove his trousers, carefully, caressing his legs while doing so. Loki was never self-conscious with his brother, they were naked together countless times before, but this was different somehow. When he found himself completely naked in front of his brother, who was appreciating every single detail of his much narrower frame, he felt his cheeks turning a bright red. He tried to cover himself, but Thor firmly gripped his hands.
"You are beautiful, brother. Don't ever try to hide yourself." Thor told him in a raspy voice, looking at him with lustful eyes.
Soon after Thor was on top of him, kissing him, and grinding their erections together. Loki moaned into his mouth, enjoying the much-needed friction. Thor then added one hand, stroking him at a tortuously slow pace. Loki grunted, moving his hips to try to make his brother go faster, but the older one used his free hand to grab his hips, not letting him move. Loki once again grunted in frustration, but all of that vanished when Thor pressed their foreheads together, looking at him intensely in the eyes. His blue eyes showed perfectly how turned on he was, and how bad he wanted him.
Thor had left him breathless with just one look.
He tried to relax when Thor's fingers started to tease his hole, knowing that it would be worse for him if he was nervous. Nonetheless, he couldn't help whimpering in pain when his brother inserted two digits inside of him. Thor started to move his fingers, slowly but steadily, until he found himself moaning with pleasure. The blue-eyed god used his other hand to stroke himself, making a mix of precum and saliva to prepare himself to enter the other body. Loki, with his hips free, started to move in sync with his brother's fingers, who was now panting.
Loki couldn't help complaining when Thor's fingers left him, but he tensed when he felt his brother's tip on his entrance. He remembered how big Thor was. However, before entering him, Thor massaged his hip, and kissed him. The distraction helped Loki relax enough for his brother to start pushing inside him. Loki screamed in pain, breaking their kiss. He knew the exact moment when Thor was entirely inside him, and he felt a blinding pain. The following movements, though slow, were painful as well.
"Don't worry, brother. I promise I will find the right place soon enough…" whispered the god of thunder with a drop of sweat falling from his forehead.
When Loki thought he couldn't tolerate the pain anymore, Thor hit a special spot inside him that had him howling in pleasure, closing his eyes and almost seeing stars. Thor started a rhythmic pace, hitting that spot inside him every time, making Loki moan and shiver in sheer pleasure. Both of his hands were on Thor's back, and he was pressing them so hard that surely blood would come out. That didn't stop Thor from thrusting inside him, each movement with more force than the last.
"Brother, you're so tight… I won't last much longer…" whispered Thor in Loki's ear in between pants.
Just the thought of Thor filling him with his semen made Loki shiver once again. After a few more thrusts, Thor finished inside him, grunting his name in his ear. His brother collapsed on top of him, and both of them tried to catch their breath again. Loki was still achingly hard, and he felt sore on the inside, but he was content because not only had he helped his brother with his task, but Thor had enjoyed it a lot as well. So, he focused on trying to stabilize his breathing instead of his aching, throbbing, erect member.
Just a couple of minutes passed by before both of them were completely recovered. It hurt when Thor got out of him, but Loki kept his calm. His brother collapsed on the bed beside him and stroked his short black hair. He intended for it to grow, just like Thor's. They looked at each other's eyes, without the need for words to communicate.
"You're truly beautiful, brother." said Thor, unable to keep on with the silence. Loki rolled his eyes, even though he blushed. "Oh, but, you didn't finish…" he noticed Loki's member. "Well, that is good news. It means that it's time for another first. Come on, brother. I want you inside me." Loki couldn't believe what he just heard.
"What are you saying, Thor?" he asked, incredulously. Thor chuckled.
"You heard me. This endeavour is about me being intimate with someone for the first time. I have already done my part, and now it's your turn."
"I think that your task is already completed, brother." Thor grabbed his hair, pulling it, to put their faces closer together. Their noses were touching, and Thor nuzzled his with affection.
"Haven't you heard me, brother? Have I not made myself clear?" he asked, his blue eyes shining. "I. Want. You. Inside. Me." every word was cut short by a peck on Loki's lips. "I want to feel you, and I want you to finish inside me, as I've just done inside you. Don't make me beg you."
Loki's member twitched in agreement with Thor, who knew exactly what he was doing. Even though Loki was the manipulative one, it was obvious that his brother was a quick learner. An instant later, Loki was on top of Thor, enjoying how the muscles below him tensed with his touch. He kissed Thor passionately, touching him everywhere he was able to reach. His brother's half-erect member quickly hardened with Loki's touches and movements above him.
Thor pulled apart from the kiss, just to grab Loki's right hand and put three of his fingers inside of his mouth. With his gaze fixed on Loki's, he started to suck the digits inside his mouth. Loki moaned, and shortly after he was stroking himself with his free hand, just to create some lubricant.
Only when his fingers were slippery wet did Thor release them, smiling with arrogance. He knew exactly what Loki had felt because of him, and he was certainly proud of it. Loki rolled his eyes, but he knew that he was going to win in the end. So he didn't bother with a reply and focused on preparing his brother for him.
It was in Loki's nature to be observant, but he had observed his brother more than anyone else in the whole Nine Realms. Of course, he would never admit it. However, it was useful at that moment, since it helped him realise the exact moment when Thor was ready for him. He penetrated him with one thrust, and stayed still inside him, giving him time to adjust. Thor was panting below him, his blue like lightning eyes were closed shut.
Loki took the chance to bite Thor's neck, leaving a mark that the god of thunder would not be able to hide. He smirked when Thor looked at him with an accusatory look. The blue-eyed god tried to say something, but Loki moved his hips, making him moan with pleasure. Loki had found the exact spot he needed, so he started to move inside and out of his brother. He wanted to make it pleasurable for Thor, but he wasn't going to last much. So he grabbed Thor's member in his hand and started to jerk him off.
"Ah, Loki, I won't be able to…" Thor wasn't able to continue speaking because he moaned loudly.
"I know. Me too." he answered through gritted teeth. "Keep saying my name." he commanded, and his brother complied, moaning his name louder and louder every time.
Each thrust into his brother was more pleasant than the last one, and his name's moanings coming from Thor's mouth were just the best sound in the Nine Realms for him. They moved in sync, grunting, moaning, kissing and biting each other wherever they were able to reach.
They finished at the same time, Thor splashing his seed all through his abdominals and Loki's hand, while the latter filled his brother with his. The god of thunder moaned his brother's name until he was physically unable to speak, while the god of mischief grunted and hid his moan on Thor's neck. After a couple of minutes, Loki collapsed on the bed next to Thor, breathing heavily. They looked at each other while their breathing stabilised.
"Next time, we'll need to use some oil or something." said Thor, smiling completely satisfied.
Loki just chuckled, but his heart warmed with that sentence. He was eager for their next intimate encounter.
