Loki kept his promise and let his new pet rest. Thoughts were swarming inside his ancient mind like flies around a corpse. His human believed that he could still get out. He still could not see that the Vampire King was now his master. Loki owned Thor's body and soul and he could do absolutely anything.

What should be his next move? He wanted to break his toy, to prove to him that he was the only one with power around there. He wanted to scare him, to corrupt him, to extinguish all his hope. He wanted to taste him.

Oh yes, he really wanted that. He didn't want to taste the mortal's blood only. He wanted to taste his lips and every part of his muscular body. He wanted to make Thor writhe beneath him, lose himself in unimaginable pleasure. He wanted to make Thor his in every way. And he would. He was the Vampire King and failure was not something that he accepted.

Thor woke up with a sigh of relief. How ironic; the poor thing was in for a big surprise.

He slowly opened his eyes with the ghost of a smile on his handsome face. What he saw made him gasp.

Loki had silently crept inside Thor's room as his human was resting. He had sat next to him on the bed, softly placing the golden-haired head on his lap. And he had waited, anticipating the mortal's reaction with a childlike giddiness.

"Hello," the Vampire King said pleasantly.

"What are you doing here?" Thor asked. He was trying to come out as brave, but Loki could taste his fear. It was intoxicating.

Loki smirked and ran a slender, long-fingered hand through the mortal's hair - it was soft. "I didn't want you to be alone when you woke up," he said. "And I thought you might want something to eat."

Thor looked at him hard, his disbelief evident in the blue of his eyes. Had he expected that the Vampire King would let him starve? He wanted to break him, not kill him - not yet anyway (he couldn't even admit to himself that he found Thor too interesting to kill). He wanted to feed on him, and for that he needed the mortal man to be healthy.

"Speak, mortal. Aren't you famished?"

"Y-yes."

Loki's smirk widened. He had a bowl next to him. He reached inside, never taking his emerald eyes off his pet, and pulled a grape. He showed it to Thor; the look on his face said that he would prefer meat but that he would have to make do. Loki's hand moved closer and closer to his lips. Thor tried to put a distance between them, but Loki held him tight enough to pin him in place but not tight enough to hurt a lot.

"Now, now, my pet. I'm only trying to help you; you should be grateful."

Thor still tried to escape. The Vampire King felt amused and irritated at the same time. His mortal was so much fun, believing that he could flee. But, at the same time, his resistance made Loki have kittens.

"You will either surrender to me, or you will starve."

Thor looked at the single grape greedily. From his clothing, Loki deduced that he was not a rich man. Perhaps he didn't have any wealth at all and wandered around, looking for pleasure and adventures that might offer him a reward. A man like that took food where he could have it, because he didn't know when he would eat again.

Thor slowly stopped struggling. Loki wanted to laugh but decided not to; he should reward his mortal for his obedience, not laugh at him. The grape touched Thor's lips and they parted, allowing entrance to the fruit. Loki waited until the mortal swallowed and fed him another grape. He could imagine Thor's teeth breaking the skin of the grape, the juice of the grape filling his mouth. The Vampire King hadn't had that experience for centuries.

As Loki fed Thor, they did not speak. Thor's eyes betrayed the fact that he did not yet trust the creature whose lap was cradling his head - not that Loki was surprised. Thor wasn't an easily breakable and convinced mortal; it would take Loki time to make that man his. But oh he could wait. He had all the time in the world.

When the last grape vanished inside Thor's mouth, Loki touched his lips. They were soft and had just the right amount of fullness for a man. Thor shuddered and Loki was overwhelmed by what the mortal felt: he found the vampire's fingers cold, he didn't want the vampire to touch him, and he was afraid of what would happen next...But there was more...Thor appreciated the gentleness of the creature - only his mother had been tender to him - and there was just a hint of desire that he tried to exterminate. Loki grinned.

"You appear like the world is a joke to you," Thor said, perhaps in an attempt to make all his thoughts and emotions go away.

The Vampire King shrugged. "If you had lived as much as I have, you would understand," he said, but there was no longer amusement in his voice. There was...nothing. People believe that they change, that they evolve, but I only watch them make the mistakes again and again. Your history is an endless circle."

"Our history? Were you not a mortal once?"

Loki smiled, but it was bitter. "Indeed I was. Vampires aren't born, they are made. I still do not know how the first vampire came to exist, though."

He had yet to find a book to give him the answer to that question. As a human, Loki had loved reading. He had devoured every book that came to his way. Most kids (and older people actually) had made fun of him for that, calling him names. But now all of them were long dead, having rotten centuries ago; they were nothing but dust now, but Loki was still standing, a powerful and fearsome creature.

The Vampire King realized that the topic of their conversation was treacherous. He had put the past behind him; he was the Vampire King. He could not talk about his life as a human. He was suddenly enraged with Thor for bringing all those buried memories back to mind. He allowed Thor to see his monstrous form: his thin lips turned back to reveal fangs, his pale skin became paper thin, defining all the bones on his face.

Thor once again tried to escape, and once again he failed. The Vampire King's grip on him became tighter, making the mortal wince in pain. "Remember your place, my pet," he warned, his voice hoarse and dangerous. He hissed in Thor's face, giving him a better look of his form. Without another word, he left the room in a flash and locked the door behind him.

Ta-da! Finally, a chapter that is a wee bit longer. I don't know why the chapters of this story come out so short...Oh well.

The idea of Loki changing into his vampire form was taken from the Anita Blake books (I'd like to know if any of my readers read them :D ). I was thinking of having his eyes turn red but decided against it. The whole paper-thin skin thing makes sense because he's been dead for centuries, but I couldn't explain the red eyes.

And now something irrelevant. Firstly, I want to thank everyone who has favourited "Only Brothers Left Alive". Secondly, can you tell me whether I should keep it in the Thor category or move it to the Thor + Only Lovers Left Alive crossover category? Thanks in advance :)

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