New chapter... WARNING! If you don't like smut don't read it!

"You know," Loki pointed the blade towards him. "As much as I appreciate you whole, taking a part of your body as a trophy would be somehow arousing."
"Well," Thor smiled taking his 'en garde' position. "Maybe before you can chop my arm off, I will stab you with my sword."
"Certainly, but not with that sword, dear." The Jotun smirked playfully with his head tilted up, and Thor didn't know for sure it if was meant to annoy him or turn him on. Either way it had both effects.

They circled each other for a while, the wind blowing Loki's hair and making it tangle around his horns, the snow melting under the Asgardian's bare feet. Then Loki turned around a tree and their swords clashed with a cheerful clash.
Hit, jump, forward, bend down, step to the left, kick, clash, sword, sword, fist, steel against steel, it always had something in it, their sparring, and suddenly, a quick kiss and a torn lip. Something like a wild dance, and blood spat from Thor's shoulder, but Loki fell to one knee. Something like raw sensuality, and they both picked their weapons anew, but soon Thor's insistent attacks and centuries of training turned fruitful. Something like everything a man could ever want. And his steel was piercing Loki's bare chest, and the Jotun tossed his blade to the ground, lifting his hands in a sign of surrender. Something like Ice and Fire.

"You know that if I could use my magic you would already be dead, right?"
"And if I had Mjolnir you would long since have lost that cute face of yours."
"Oh! But you would be the one suffering from it at the end; you like my face."
"Certainly I do." Thor chuckled and put an arm around Loki's shoulders. "So what do you say? A bath maybe?"
"Why not?" He proceeded to send a healing wave over Thor's bleeding muscle, removing the pain and the injury. "Now let's go inside and take that bath before you cool down and turn into a popsicle."
Thor giggled at the thought. "Then you'd have to lick me whole to bring me back."
"I can still lick you now."
"Maybe, but I have something else in mind."

Far, far away, in another world, a world of blue skies and waters, a world of fleeing living energy, ruled by a race noble and wicked at the same time; far, far away in the north, where towers of ice surround little metal ships.
Far, far away a young fisherman, merely a boy, pulled out his net to check his catch. He would sell it later in the local market and buy red meat and a doll for his sister's birthday. But his catch was lacking and his spirits fell low.
Just then, something in the net caught his attention.

Just like the sparring, this was a dance. A dance of sweat and spilled water when Thor pressed Loki's body to the inner side of the bathtub, forcing his forehead into the wet stone and tasting that particular spot where his neck turned into his back. He was beyond any sense or words, still feeling his lover's cold seed inside him, and he would not let Loki to shut up, scratching his nails through the navy skin and leaving it purpled and sore. He bathed in the cries of ecstasy and pain from the Jotun's mouth and groaned like a wild animal in heat. The harder he pressed and pulled the hotter his body became, and colder that of the Jotun. They burned each other, taking pleasure in the agony of their senses and Loki was shaking violently from head to toes whimpering nonsense, and he would have touched himself if Thor did not hold his hands bent to the tub edge with one of the sleeves of his own ripped tunic, so he tried in vain to rub his painful erection against the cold stone but Thor wouldn't let him; he grabbed Loki's balls and squeezed suddenly and had simultaneously bit in the crook of his neck. And he could taste iron and salt in his mouth, feel against his groin how Loki's body tensed in feverish convulsions, his muscles like steel and his lips open in a wild cry for help, for release, and he was opening his legs as much as he could thrusting his hips back as if trying to impale himself on Thor's hard cock.

And the Asgardian prince, who had to be gentle all his life to avoid hurting his lovers, felt like leaving himself behind, becoming a prisoner of his own lust. He lifted Loki's knee, bending it over the edge of the tub, and hunger overcame him at the sight of the bark purple hole pulsing between his cheeks is if sensing the proximity of a dick, wet and delicious. And Thor ached to shove his tongue inside, to lick it and suck it, tasting every bit of his lover. But he'd done it before, taking his full enjoyment with his head buried between Loki's thighs for hours. And he would do it again, but not now; now his vision was clouded, his need too strong and it was his big dick that Loki's stroking hole was asking for. So he just inhaled deeply and boosted inside roughly, taking Loki from behind and taking all the air from his lungs through an inhuman cry. And thank the devil for the godly stamina because otherwise he would definitely come just from that. The sensation inside was overwhelming, bordering on madness at its purest. He enjoyed it for a couple of moments before sliding out quickly, leaving just the tip at home, and then shoving forward again, deeper, stronger. His cock was soaked in purple blood and Loki's voice trembled in pain, but oh, Thor knew, Thor knew how his Jotun loved pain. He loved pain, and agony and dirty games. He liked it hard and deep; he wanted a cock that would make him cry at the top of his lungs and a lover to thrust into in the same fashion. And Thor was that lover.

He closed his eyes because Loki's face was too distracting at those moments and tried to focus on his task, thrusting in a messy rhythm, marvelling as his Jotun's insides alternated from freezing cold to burning hot in seconds, bathing him in a kaleidoscope of sensations. He fucked him deeper and deeper, the angle good enough to let him push inside all the girth of his cock, and Loki's ass kept swallowing it all greedily, their swollen balls colliding together in a concert of wet obscene noises that together with moans and groans filled the air with thick, sexual atmosphere charged in the smell of sweat and seed. And Thor couldn't stop even if he wanted to, thrusting faster and faster, addicted to the friction inside. In addition he couldn't help scratching his nails over the blue flesh.

"Touch me," muttered Loki between whimpers and Thor smiled, knowing how much his lover needed it, how close he was. But he would not touch his dick; instead he reached for one of the curved horns, pulling it back, and Loki's body followed the motion presenting the long column of his neck, with the Adam's apple a tempting sin that Thor dug his teeth into. Loki opened his mouth in a silent cry as his body shook in a violent shiver. What followed next was a real scream of Thor's name and spilled seed, of white streams that made his muscles tense around Thor's cock, milking it into competition as the prince followed his lover's release. He felt first the pressure reaching impossible levels and then Loki's inner palpitations of frost and fire all together mixed in a delicious plea to give him everything. And Thor obliged that time releasing himself deep inside that body he'd come to adore.

"Humpf..."Loki purred happily and Thor kissed his shoulder, his cock sliding off with a wet noise. Loki disintegrated his ties and turned so they could lie in each other's arms, enjoying the contact of their oversensitive skin pressed together in the sinuous tangling of limbs. They both looked like a mess but also were greatly satisfied, kissing lazily and murmuring endearing words... Slowly Thor's fingers trailed down to play with Loki's well-fucked hole, slipping inside three fingers at the same time and chuckling at the approbation purr, stroking in-and-out gently and twisting in a slow motion. Loki smiled softly, and sliding his own hand down the sun-kissed back, did the same for his lover. Thor was not as loose as him, but still spread from before and oiled with his seed.

"It's so sensitive. U—mm...We abused each other too much," muttered Loki against his lips, and the Aesir had to agree, shivers running down his spine at the ministrations and his godly cock twitching in interest again. He gasped softly in response.
"Yes, but it feels great, mmm...Yes, like that Loki..." He felt his butt cheeks tense involuntarily, as if trying to trap those fingers inside his body and had to spread his legs to permit his companion a better angle, and at the same time he hooked his digits getting a muttered cry in response.

"Aaa...mm..." Loki twisted and arched all his body in delighted spasms, followed by his lover and rubbing their bodies together, gasping hard in each other's breath with a renewed lust, fingers ever working in and out. "Augh...ah! Aaaammm ..." Loki shoved his knee in between Thor's thighs, rubbing his balls in a deliciously slow motion, and the blond mimicked him, pressing their bellies together and trapping their half-hard cocks in between. "Fuck! Thor right there, Aaah! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaammpf..."
Subconsciously Thor took in the wet sound of their fingering almost drowned by Loki's shameless whimpers, everything was madly arousing, every touch set him on fire, and the occasional sight of his flushed cock against his lover's abs threatened to drive him insane, but not as much as those fingers that twisted inside him, making his body stiffen and shake uncontrollably.

At that point their movements became less coordinated and desperate for more friction but never leaving each other's hole, twisting and stroking hard three and four at a time, stroking exactly that point that made them both moan and pant heavily, rubbing their cocks and chests against... "Aaaah!"
"Oh God! Ah! Loki I love your voice!"
"I know you do! Aaaaaff! Let me...let me hear yours, mmm...moan my name, roar for me Aa-a-a-aaaaah! Please me!"
And how could Thor hold back, how could he stay quiet with Loki screaming like that, in want and ecstasy, with his balls sliding along a marked thing and the head of his cock brushing against Loki's?
"AAAaaaaah! Yes! Loki! Ah! Keep...Ah! Keep them inside! A-a-aaaah! Yes! Loki! Aaaaah!"
"A...ah! Aaah! Ye...like that! Aaaa-a...a-a-aaau! Thor! Thor more! Ah!"
"Yes! Yes Loki! Aaa! Anything! Mmmmm…You! You have such a voracious ass! Ah! You are-AAAAaaaah!"
"Thor, I'm close, faster Thor! Aaaah!"
"M-me too! Loki Aaa...Ah!"
"Kiss me."
And when they clashed their mouths together in a deep kiss full of passion and teeth the whole world slipped from existence. And it was in moments like that, buried in his lover's mouth and feeling their come mixing over their chests that Thor thought he finally knew true happiness.

The future king of Realm Eternal was absolutely and hopelessly in love.

Next chapter comes with a surprise :

(And the pony is still my captive)