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Chapter 2: Awkward Meetings

The syncopated beating of another's heart pulled Thor from the land of dreams as rhythmic breaths puffed against his neck. Blinking sleep away from tired eyes, the heir to the throne registered the heavy weight of someone lying on top of him and he looked down to see Loki half sprawled on his chest, hands fisted in his nightshirt with one leg thrown over his hips possessively. He smiled genuinely as the strand of saliva connecting Loki's open mouth and his left shoulder vibrated each time the younger took a breath.

Sleep had always been the only time Loki let the veneer of control and the strict poise he held himself with in public slip away. Ever since Thor could remember, his brother had always slept with his mouth open, a little puddle of drool inevitably forming on his pillow, or in this case, Thor's shoulder. Heart clenching painfully at the reminder of their glory days, when mornings were spent giggling together under the covers and afternoons wasted away running free through the forest and nights filled with their father's stories of Asgard's heroes, Thor brushed back a wayward strand of hair falling across Loki's face. "It is scarcely in my capacity to believe all that we have gone through in recent times, brother," he whispered against the younger's forehead. "I was ignorant to when your need for my support was greatest. I failed to protect you from the very monsters I swore I would. I came far too close to losing you to a notion completely absurd. I will always love you, Loki, no matter where you hail from or who fathered you. You will always be the only one I call brother."

"That is very kind of you, Thor," Loki mumbled, eyes still closed. Stirring, he detached a pale hand from the other's shirt to wipe at his mouth, annoyed at being caught in such an embarrassing position. "But I assure you, none of what you have listed was your fault. My own selfishness and pride are to blame for my actions." Emerald green finally looked up, connecting with sky blue. "You are everything I have every needed or wanted, brother."

Unable to resist the younger in any way, Thor gave in, "Very well, as you say." Wrapping muscled arms around the slighter, Thor pulled Loki fully on top of him and closed the distance between them, their lips met in the sweetest of kisses. Thor hesitant to move too fast lest he unbalance the younger's fragile mental state and Loki uncertain if their coupling was still in the other's favor.

"What about the woman?" Loki asked softly, pulling away to rest his head over Thor's heart. "That Midgardian woman to whom you promised to return to, what of her?"

Thor sighed, "I was in need of comfort at the time. I no longer harbor feelings of romance toward Jane Foster. It has been months since I disappeared, and I am confident she has moved on."

"She has, I have seen it," Loki assured. He traced circular patterns on Thor's pectoral with feather light touches, relaxing into the other's muscled arms. After a while, he took a deep breath and gathered the courage to ask, "What actions did I enact whist under the control of the Other?"

"Are you certain you wish to know? It may be best to wait-"

"No, brother," Loki interrupted. "You must tell me else I will never be able to face Odin."

Thor sighed heavily and covered the younger's hand with his own, intertwining their fingers together. "Your wish has always been and will always be my command, dearest brother. I know not what happened between the time you fell from the Bifrost to father's summoning of forbidden magic to send me to back to Midgard, but I intercepted your travels as prisoner aboard the flying chariot of the one who fights in an iron suit. He had intended to take you to his floating palace to question you about the Tessaract. Do you kn-"

"I have read about it in my studies," Loki answered preemptively. "It is an energy source capable of creating disturbances in time and space, opening doorways to whichever world pleases he who wields it and enriching his mind with such information as to make him all powerful. It is said to be a gift akin to Heimdall's sight but not limited to the present as the Tessaract knows the past and future as well."

"Exactly, clever brother," Thor murmured, holding the other tighter. "We brought you back to the Midgardian's headquarters where they locked you in a cell. You interacted with each member of the group the Avengers of which I myself am a part of, we protect the earth as a team, and through many of your devious tricks, managed to pit us against each other. I will also mention that the Other gained control of one of our rank, an archer by name of Hawkeye, be weary of him, he is sure to hold a grudge."

"And you? What did I do to you?" Loki continued, apprehension getting the better of him.

Thor gazed into desperate eyes and laid a gentle kiss on each eyelid, "We fought, we hurt, we lost. I am as well as ever now and I have no feelings of ill against you. But you did harm many mortals and the Chitauri army destroyed much of their major city of New York. I'm afraid you will not be welcomed with open arms."

Loki pressed their foreheads together, "I can endure any amount of hatred so long as your arms are the ones that support me; that is the way it has always been."

Suddenly, the younger leaned in and captured Thor's mouth in an aggressive kiss, the overwhelming love for the one he calls brother finally manifesting itself. Tangling both hands in blond locks, Loki licked at the elder's lips seeking entrance. Thor happily opened his mouth, content to let the God of Mischief take control. As they kissed, pent up frustration and anger slowly drained from Loki as he ran his tongue along Thor's teeth and the roof of his mouth, tasting nostalgia and longing.

Running his hands down the smaller's back, Thor squeezed Loki's ass with large hands, groaning as slim hips ground against his own. "May I take you, brother? May I claim you as mine once again?" Thor asked between kisses, voice husky with desire.

Nodding eagerly, Loki quickly vanished their sleeping clothes and rolled over so the other lay over him. "Yes, brother. I would enjoy that very much."

Thor chuckled as he rained butterfly kisses down the younger's toned chest and flat stomach, biting gently at stiff nipples and taking care to trace light circles with his tongue at Loki's navel. Reaching his brother's swollen manhood, Thor ignored the leaking head as he continued to tease the other by spreading pale legs and pressing kisses along the sensitive inner thighs.

Dick twitching as lips were dragged over his balls, Loki grabbed the backs of his knees to spread his legs farther apart. "Thor," he threatened. "If you do not hurry up, I will spell Mjölnir to Jotenheim."

Said god bit Loki's left buttock in response, "Impatient, aren't we?" Nevertheless, he leaned forward to lick a stripe from the base of the younger's cock to the tip, hooking his tongue to catch the liquid that had gathered there. Blowing gently over the wetness, Thor grinned, "You are so beautiful, Loki. And I have missed the sight of you like this."

Arching his back as Thor finally took him in his mouth, Loki squeezed his eyes shut at the sudden pleasure. Bucking as a slick muscle flicked at his slit and hot lips wrapped around his hard flesh, the younger fisted Thor's hair to push him all the way down on his cock, losing himself in the delicious feeling of the other's throat swallowing around him.

Reaching up to push three fingers into Loki's mouth, Thor concentrated on the sensation of the younger's cock sliding in and out of his mouth. When the other had gotten them sufficiently wet, the God of Thunder slowly inserted one into Loki's hole. Pulling off the younger's cock, Thor watched as the tight ring seemed to pull his finger deeper, all the way down past the last knuckle. Adding a second digit, he scissored them, pressing further to search for the bump that would make the Loki's toes curl with pleasure.

He found it on the third try and received a throaty groan in response. Adding the final finger, Thor moved up to capture Loki's lips again, letting the younger taste himself on Thor's tongue. Right when Loki's balls began to tense up, Thor withdrew quickly with a lewd pop, "Can't have that now, brother." The elder smirked at the whine that slipped from kiss-swollen lips and got up to retrieve the vial he kept on his bedside table for such occasions.

Slicking himself with the scented oil, Thor tugged at his heavy erection as he admired the other, still lying on the bed wantonly with legs splayed far apart, exposing his hole and displaying the dripping erection that Loki was currently playing with coyly.

Licking his lips at the sight, Thor climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself at Loki's entrance, leaning down to meet the other in a tongue-filled, open mouthed kiss. "I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered into Loki's ear as he pushed the bulbous head of his cock past the stretched ring, pausing to prevent himself from thrusting violently into the tight heat. When he was sheathed to the hilt, Thor collapsed onto his elbows and ground their hips together, relishing the velvet grip of Loki's walls around his dick.

Completely filled and stretched to the limit, Loki panted as his erection rubbed against their stomachs. "I'm not going to last," he gasped as a particularly hard thrust struck his prostate head on.

Thor grunted in response, "You feel so good, brother. And you look gorgeous like this, begging for me, ready to cum." He reached between them to fist Loki's cock, copious amounts of precum slicking his hand.

"Th-Thor!" the younger yelled, muscles of his ass suddenly contracting violently as his balls pumped streamers of white across his chest.

Grunting at the rhythmic clenching around his cock, Thor came soon after, continuing to pound into Loki until his erection softened.

Thoroughly spent and warm in the afterglow their love making, the elder carefully pulled out of the younger and rolled off to lie down facing him. "I love you, Loki. I love you so much, and I will until Ragnarök is upon us," he declared softly, kissing a pale shoulder.

Body still thrumming with pleasure, Loki murmured, "I love you too, Thor. Sometimes I think you are the only one that I will ever love. I-"

A loud knock at the door interrupted the younger. "Thor! The Allfather requests your presence," shouted a familiar woman's voice from just outside the door. "And Loki's," Sif added as an afterthought.

Sighing loudly at the interruption, Thor yelled back, "Very well, send word we will be there soon."

Loki, already rolling out of bed, muttered the spells to clean them off with irritation and conjured their clothes. "There is always something…"

Thor grunted, not willing to get up just yet. "Yes, always something…
"How long have we been sleeping?" Loki asked, straightening his cape.

The elder groaned, looking to the fresh platter of cakes and pastries brought to their room earlier that morning, delicacies only served every new rotation of their nearest moon. "A little over two Midgardian weeks, I reckon. Come back to bed, brother. What difference would one more day make?"

Frigga was the first to greet them as they entered the great hall, rushing to envelope both in tight hugs. "My sons," she doted as they returned the gesture with smiles and kisses on the cheek. "You are well?"

"Yes, mother," the chorused.

"Loki Laufeyson," Odin addressed regally from his throne. "The Council has reviewed your case. Is there truth in the claim that you were under the control of the Other?"

Loki reluctantly pulled away from Thor to kneel in front of the dais. "Allfather, that is the truth. If you do not have faith in my words, the words renowned to have been spun of lies and deceit, then trust in those who are loyal to you."

Nodding in consent, the king replied, "Heimdall has confirmed your plight and your actions on Midgard are hereby pardoned by the Council, but I had wished to hear it from you personally."

Loki studied the floor closely, "I apologize for my weakness."

Accepting the apology, the Allfather continued, "I cannot help by wonder of your intentions when you fell from the Bifrost."

"I was blinded by rage and betrayal," Loki divulged, looking away. "At the time, I had simply wanted to die. I see the error in my ways now."

Odin scrutinized Loki for a moment before turning his eye to Thor, then back to the younger. "You recall the purpose I had when I took you from the temple of Jotunheim?"

Thor stepped forward when Loki tensed, ready to defend his brother. "What is the meaning of this, father?" he challenged.

"I do, Allfather," Loki swallowed, ignoring the elder and forcing his voice to remain calm. "Will that be punishment for my foolishness?"

Turning to Frigga for support and, upon receiving a warm smile in return, Odin gazed upon the two young men. "No, not a punishment, but perhaps it is not an impossible goal after all," he finished, looking to Thor pointedly.

Loki's eyes widened as his cheeks flushed with color. "Allfather-! …I…" shocked speechless, he stood to look to Frigga. "Mother, you knew!"

Frigga, blessed and cursed with the vision of a seer, smiled proudly. "Oh Loki, it is meant to be. You know I am not to speak of the future lest I disrupt the natural cycle of events, so I remained silent. You are pleased with this arrangement, are you not?"

Thor, not accustomed to being ignored and confused about Odin's intentions, interjected, "Brother, what purpose does father speak of?"

Loki finally turned to the elder, a happy smile stretched broadly over glowing features. "He means to marry us!" At Thor's stunned face, he faltered, "That is, if you will have me?"

Shaking himself from his stupor, Thor grinned back, "Of course, dearest brother! I am only at a loss of words in my exuberance." Laughing freely, he pulled the younger into a quick kiss, causing the other to blush more. "I would be honored to take you as my own."

Frigga looked thrilled, "Wonderful! We must start planning immediately-"

"Mother," Loki interrupted. "I have wrongs I must correct on Midgard first. It would calm my conscience to deal with the consequences of my actions before we wed. Perhaps you can plan in our absence? I have absolute faith in your abilities."

"Of course, my dear," Frigga nodded. "Thor, I am afraid you are burdened with the role of protector. If anything should happen to Loki on Midgard, you will be without a spouse."

Thor grinned, "I accept such a role eagerly, mother. It has been a long time since I have been asked to protect you, brother."

Scoffing at the elder, Loki huffed, "Like I need protection."

Sweat dripped from Tony's brow as he squinted in the dim light of his newly constructed workshop. Muscles sore from tensing them for over two hours while welding metal, he grunted with effort as he neared the end of the morning's work.

A sudden bright flash of light distracted him from his project and the laser he was yielding slipped from his fingers, burning the flesh of his palm as it clattered to the floor. Turning to the source, he gasped as the figures of two Norse gods loomed before him. "Shit! What the hell?" he yelled, grabbing a nearby crowbar and holding it out in defense, adrenaline pumping as he tested various theories of how to safely get out of this insane situation in his head. Why don't they offer courses on how to take out supervillians?

Loki noticed the ugly burn and rushed forward to help. "Calm yourself, mortal," he ordered, grabbing the crowbar in one hand and touching his fingers lightly to the wound with the other, whispering the spells heal it. "We apologize for our untimely entrance, my brother assured me this was the correct location."

"Starkson!" Thor greeted. "You have altered the layout of your palace in the sky."

Struggling to comprehend the situation as the skin of his palm grew back right in front of his eyes, which was so not possible by the way, Tony stared at Loki incredulously. "In my defense, the top floors had been destroyed by this one here."

Turning to Thor, Loki deadpanned, "Brother, you did not mention-"

"Okay, okay," Tony interrupted, pulling away as soon as his hand was as good as new. "You, sir, have a lot of explaining to do. What have you done to Loki and why are you here?"

Loki rolled his eyes as Thor opened his mouth to explain. "My brother has not done anything to me. I am as I have always been, but I suspect we have met under previous circumstances in which I was under the control of the Other. I sincerely apologize for any damage I may have caused."

Eyeing the younger god skeptically, Tony addressed the blond, "Is that true, point break? I'm not buying this yet. Does he have you under hypnosis too?"

"Of course not, Man of Iron," Thor scoffed. "Loki is as I remember him… and prefer him."

Tony was still unsure. "Well then, what did I say to you when we first met while fighting in the forest?"

Thor frowned, "I remember not exactly, but something along the lines of wearing my mother's drapes."

Loki suddenly burst out laughing. Looking to Thor's red cape, he pointed out with a wide grin, "Well brother, the drapes in mother's personal chambers are red…"

Thor glared at the younger, "Do not start this again with me, cow."

"Oh, have I have ruffled the mighty Thunder God's feathers?" Loki continued slyly. "My prince, I do apologize."

Growling good-naturedly, Thor parried, "My feathers remain as smooth as your lies, Silvertongue. Cease your amateur insults at once."

Their banter was interrupted by heavy footsteps as the door to the workshop swung open with a bang open to reveal a rumpled Captain America. It was after all, four in the morning. "Tony! Thank God you're okay, Jarvis told me that we had gues-" then he saw Loki and Thor standing near the inventor and finished lamely, "…guests…"

A shadow moved just beyond the door, outlining the rounded limbs of a bow and the sharp tip of an arrow ready to shoot: 'an archer by name of Hawkeye'.

Another clash echoed throughout the space as the cover to the ventilation duct at Tony's left was kicked out and the Black Widow dropped in silently amongst the fray.

And last but not least, Bruce Banner shuffled in awkwardly, standing partially shielded by Steve as he kept his eyes on Loki, holding The Other Guy carefully contained just below the surface.

"Well, looks like the whole gang's finally here, took you guys long enough. Let's see, two minutes and seven seconds! What is wrong with all of you? I could have been killed in that time!" Tony ranted, breaking the tension abruptly. When he received blank stares in return, he coughed and continued, "Thor here, claims that Loki was also under the same hypnosis Hawkeye was. You guys got anything to say about that?"

Natasha silently padded up to the God of Mischief, examining him up and down. "How did you break it then?"

"I may have slammed him into the ground by accident," Thor admitted.

Bruce frowned, "The Other Guy, uh, he says he did that to you repeatedly when we were in the middle of the invasion."

Loki looked to the good doctor, "By 'The Other Guy', you are referring to whatever force you house within you?" At a hesitant nod, he continued, "I will be honest, I retain no memories of the invasion you refer to."

Tony scowled, "You stole the Tessaract from a secure S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, used it to open a rip in time and space from Stark Tower, and invited an alien army to attack New York. There, Invasion in a nutshell."

"A rip in time and space? A portal then," Loki deduced. "The close proximity between the Other and I would account for his continued control of my mind. He, no doubt, would have been most concentrated on maintaining his power over me. Once the portal was closed and we traveled back to Asgard, the distance between us would have weakened the connection."

"He's telling the truth," Natasha confirmed, relaxing her stance and moving to sit on a nearby workbench.

Loosening the grip on his bow, Clint cursed, "Damnit, I was really looking forward to shooting your eyes out." Walking into the room to lean against a table, he crossed his arms over his chest, face a blank mask. "Bu tell us something, what did it feel like under his control?"

Thor laid a comforting hand on Loki's shoulder as the younger drew in a sharp breath, "It felt like…like someone had ripped me out and stuffed someone else inside the shell of my body…"

Nodding, Clint looked away, "Yeah…you know, I really got excited to shoot you there."

The corners of Loki's mouth quirked up at the honesty, "I doubt you would have missed."

"Why are you here then?" Steve inquired, asking the question that was on all of their minds.

Loki looked around and settled his gaze on the captain, "I wish to right my wrongs, and on behalf of the Allfather, forge a treaty between your realm and ours."

"I think we'll have to discuss that with Director Fury, he's not in at the moment, but he should be back from London in two weeks," Steve clarified.

"What?" Tony blurted. "When did you hear that? Why wasn't I told?"

Natasha inspected her nails critically, "If you'd gone to the team meeting, you would have known."

Steve ignored the two, "Will you be staying on Earth for the whole time?"

"Asgard is currently preparing for our wedding," Thor said proudly, drawing Loki close by the waist. "I think it would be wise to remain out of sight for the time bei-"

"Woah woah woah!" Tony shouted, suddenly excited at the possibility of juicy information. "Aren't you two brothers?"

Loki cast the inventor a withering look. "As I'm sure this oaf has mentioned," he retorted, smacking the elder on the shoulder. "We are not related by blood."

"Awkward," Tony whispered to Steve, who had come up to stand beside him. "Well, I guess you'll be rooming here? We already house a trigger-happy archer, a girlfriend stealing assassin, a laboratory experiment gone wrong, and a supersoldier out of time, what's two more Norse gods? Jesus Christ, I did not sign up for this! Jarvis, I demand a copy of my contract."

"Sir," an automated voice rang out. "There are no existing copies of the contract and the original is currently with Director Fury."

Tony sighed dramatically, "What is the world coming to? Whatever, I guess we have to reintroduce ourselves since Reindeer Games has idea who we are. I'm Tony Stark, most famously known as Iron Man, but also known as a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist." He extended a hand, which Loki shook reluctantly, then glanced at the captain with a raised eyebrow, a silent challenge.

Steve rolled his eyes at the other's childish antics and offered his hand as well, "Steve Rogers, leader of the Avengers. Pleased to meet you, the real you."

Loki smiled, instantly taking a liking to the sure soldier, "Likewise."

"And my science boyfriend," Tony continued loudly, gesturing to the gamma ray expert, "Is Bruce Banner, codename: The Hulk. FYI, he kind of pancaked you during the Invasion."

"Hi," Bruce greeted shyly, look away.

The Black Widow stepped forth followed closely by the archer, "Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow."

"And Clint Barton, Hawkeye, remember it. One slip up and you're gonna get one of my arrows through the head, understand?" he threatened.

"Of course," Loki acknowledged calmly. "We are in your debt."

"Alright," Tony clapped his hands. "First things first, you two need new clothes, I don't know how you can stand to walk around in leather and metal all the time. Is it a fetish over there in Asgard or just a personal thing? Anyway, Nat, you wanna call your girlfriend to take these two shopping?"

The Black Widow punched Tony's shoulder as she walked past, "Just because Pepper isn't your girlfriend anymore, doesn't mean you need to pair her with every single person you know. By the way, she had a great time with Phil in the Bahamas, and she sent you pictures yesterday, they look so cute together on the beach."

Pouting, Tony waved the insult away, "Just get them new clothes…and put it on Fury's tab. I spent enough rebuilding this damn place because of Loki already."

To be continued.

AN: Well, that was the longest and most boring chapter (minus that little bit of smut) I have ever written and I am sincerely sorry, introductions are always tedious. But rest assured, the next installment will be must better. Special thanks to PR922 for editing, all mistakes can now be blamed on her mwahahaha.

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