Beast and Man

Thor panted; his hard body glistened with sweat. His fingers gripped the side of his marble basin as he forced himself to look up into the wide crystal mirror in front of him. Dark circles were forming beneath his eyes. His blond locks dangled in a state of mess about his face. His cheeks were flush and the monstrous organ between his thighs was hard, swollen and aching with need.

His nights since he had woken from that place had been plagued with nightmares of Loki. And he had woken up more times than he dared to count, sweaty and bothered, his cock hard and painful. And since then too, he'd always felt a stirring in him whenever the prince was in the room. And he felt different.

Dark thoughts were seeping into his mind more and more these days. Dark desires and wants. The lust for power and the hunger for blood. These wants were so alien he did not even recognized them as his own.

Worst, whenever he looked at Loki, he felt an almost animalistic desire to devourer the Jotun. To claim him. To mark him. To dominate and to posses him at all times! The desire to have Loki beneath him, trembling and whimpering in fear at his touch was so overwhelming he could feel his cock twitch deliciously. He stomp the last thought down at once.

No!

A part of him felt sick, but there was another who was just licking its lips in anticipation and lust. He was more than certain now that Loki had cursed him somehow. Such thoughts do not suddenly come into existence without reason.

"The people would be expecting a celebration for your crowning your Grace. What would your Grace prefer? A feast? A ..." One of Thor's councilmen droned, on and on and on.

Thor wasn't listening. He hadn't heard a word anyone said after about ten minutes into the meeting. He had been glaring at Loki who sat on the opposite end of the long golden table, with a fruit bowl in front of him, picking away.

There was a loud crunch as Loki bit into his apple.

The Jotun was having too much of a good time watching Thor suffer in the meeting. A devilish smirk tugs at Loki's lips as he chews the delicious sweetness that seems to melt in his mouth. The sticky juice, trickling down him forearm.

Loki knew Thor was watching him and decided to tease him some more. He slips his tongue between his lips and seductively drags them over his cerulean skin, licking away the sweet juice.

Thor's features darkened.

Loki took another bite, beads of translucent juice, trickle from his mouth. Umm... Thor could almost imagine Loki moan with the way he closed his eyes, his expression twisted in sweet pleasure, his tongue dragging over his lustrous lips seductively. Heat was starting to pool down his lower region.

Then suddenly Loki opened his eyes and spoke. "What about a tournament?" He asked, shifting his gaze away from Thor.

All at once, Thor was aware of how silent his councilmen had become. No one spoke, the silence so still you could hear the drop of a pin. His councilmen were all looking at him, waiting for him to say something. Thor had no idea what they had been talking about a moment ago. And what tournament? What was that about?

"What...What would your Grace suggest?" A white hair bended old man asked, his voice wavering slightly.

"Well..." Thor started, trying to remember what the purpose of the entire meeting was. He quickly drew a blank. He had no idea what had been happening for at least an hour.

"I do love tournaments. And it would be an opportunity for the King to invite potential mates too" Loki said. "I heard it is custom that the King should be with a Queen within the year of his coronation"

"..."

All eyes were on Thor, waiting for his respond. Thor stole a look at Frigga who sat at his side. Though her expression remained calm and neutral, Thor could tell that she was disappointed.

"It is perfect don't you agree? Killing two birds with one stone" Loki pushed, playing Thor for a dullard. He let Thor's confuse expression linger for a full minute before going for the kill "We were talking of celebrating your coronation your Grace" Loki mocked. "Were you not listening?"

Thor could literally feel Frigga close her eyes in frustration. As for his councilmen, he knew they must be laughing at him though their expression remained as blank as ever.

He curled his fingers as he glared at the little trickster, taking another bite from his apple. There was the sudden urge to just dart over the table and strike the beast for his insolence. To hurt Loki and ha- Thor stilled his straying thoughts.

"I apologize" Thor said firmly. "I am weary. We shall pick this up again tomorrow. You are all dismissed"

The council nodded.

"As you say your Grace" An old man rasped.

There was a great shuffling of chairs as they stood to their feet.

"Thor..." Frigga leans over to his son as the men began filling out.

"I'm sorry... I-"

"Yes, you should be sorry. But that is not what I need to speak to you about"

"..."

"You cannot let him attend the next meeting, there are urgent things that need to be discussed away from his ears"

Thor understood what she meant. They need to discuss the casket and the possibility of war with Jotunheim should things go south.

"What would you have me do?"

"Control him if that is even possible. If not, I wouldn't hesitate using some force" Frigga said vindictively. She hadn't forgotten what Loki had done. Not now, not ever.

Thor remained silent, his eyes shifted back to Loki who was obviously waiting for him.

"I will join you soon mother" Thor said.

Frigga sighed. She had not miss the constant wonder of Thor's eyes towards the Jotun whenever they were in the same room. It was almostpredatory, and it worries her. Reluctantly, she stood to her feet, her long flowing gown dragged behind her as she walks towards the door.

"I look forward to the next meeting" Loki waved mockingly as Thor's men shifted pass him.

Some of them spat at him, others simply looked at him in utter disgust and repugnance, as if he was some squash bug beneath their prized sandals. Frigga gave him a dark look before leaving.

When at last the door had close behind Loki, he stood languidly to his feet.

"I do love apples" Loki said, tossing the core into the empty fruit bowl.

"That was for decor" Thor growled.

"A waste of food"

Thor watched the Jotun prowl down the long length of the hall towards him. Yes, prowl. Thor would describe the way Loki move as prowl, not a sound to his steps, like a great black panther of Midgard in the night. Those blood red eyes always predatory and watchful, cautious and fierce. And though Thor loathed to admit it, it made his heart race in thrills of anticipation. The thought of taming this beast as Midgardian's ringmaster would with a whip, the thought of growling into those ears the word mine...make him shiver in excitement. The power... the dominance... He stomped the thought down at once.

He felt violated and even disgusted at himself, as is the theme as of late.

"What do you want now?" Thor rasped. "More fur? Gems to decorate yourself as if a woman? Gold to waste?" He pushed his chair away from the table, putting on his leather gloves.

"Gold, gems and fur... you think I yearn for such mundane things?" Loki bends down.

Relentlessly he placed his hands on either side of Thor's seat, trapping the Aesir King.

Crimson meets clear cerulean.

He was so close, so close that Thor could feel biting coldness dig into his skin. The air about him chilled, his breath coming out in mist. And then, he felt something in him stir... He felt a desire to reach his fingers forth and touch the Jotun, to pull those burning lips against his and that icy body against him.

By the Norns, this is wrong! His muscle tensed.

Slowly, Loki leans forth, his icy breath brush Thor's cheek, trickling over Thor's left ear.

"Oh no Thor... no..." He whispered with such intimacy it sends shiver inching down Thor's spine.

Thor stiffened, heat prickled through his body.

"What I want... is you... To have you bound, naked, spread and wet beneath me, trembling and writhing as if a virgin as I open you up, stretch you nice and wide"

At once, Thor's fingers flew to wrapped around Loki's neck and he was on his feet. The force shoved Loki back, making him stumble onto the table.

"How da-"

Loki offered a teasing smile, halting Thor's angry words on his tongue.

"Enough" Thor growled, releasing Loki roughly. "Dreams are dreams. They vanish upon waking. I do not care what you fantasize"

"Oh?"

"But I do care that you do not show yourself in the next meeting. You are not welcome"

Loki chuckled, taking a step forward; he sought to lean in when Thor's grabs his upper arm, halting him. There was anger in his grip. Or was it perhaps passion?

"What is it Thor?" Loki asked teasingly.

Thor clenched his jaws in rising anger at Loki's innocent smile. He loathed being played. But he'd be damn if he let Loki know he had crawled under his skin.

"Oh yes. One more thing" Thor said, willing himself not to lose his temper. "Stop slinging around me like a common whore"

At once Loki snarled, wrenching his arm free. His cheeks burnt in shame and anger.

"Is something the matter?" Thor asked innocently as Loki had. Oh how good it felt to rile the cursed sorcerer up.

"What did you just say to me?!"

"You heard me. You are acting like a whore" Thor said.

"How dare you call me a wh-"

"A whore! An arrogant spoilt whore"

"Silence!" Loki shrieked, striking Thor across his face.

Thor smiled, designed to infuriate.

"Have care how you speak to me or I will rip that wretched tongue from you! I-" Loki caught himself before he could embarrass himself any further. He had not forgotten Thor's words from weeks before.

Thor chuckled.

Loki was livid, his body shaking in pure anger.

"Not going to proclaim that you are the crown prince again are you?" Thor mocked.

Loki's glare was murderous, his fingers itching to tear Thor's throat open. But he did not just save the Golden King only to have him dead so soon! For the first time in his life, he held back his urge to kill.

Thor snorted. "Thought so"

Perhaps mocking Loki was not one of the better ideas Thor had. The satisfaction of seeing Loki shamed and humiliated by his own work was starting to look very pale in comparison to the trouble Loki wrought.

Loki was silent, deadly so. His eyes were vicious, cold and calculating since that incident. Mischief was now mayhem.

Those who dared insult him even the slightest was curse with a terrible illness that left them covered in painful boils and pus. Water was turned to blood upon touching Aesir lips. Swords and weapons turned to poisonous snakes. Hundreds of thousands of tiny insects covered the palace, invading every chamber and every corner of the palace, enveloping them in darkness. Their bites itched terribly and bled. The food rotted upon the touch of servants. The flowers that blossomed in the garden, that decorated the palace, all of them withered within a day.

The only creature not affected by all this was Loki of course.

He sat on the high table and dined to his pleasure, drinking wine and juice as other starved and gaze upon their maggot infested plates in disgust.

By the end of the third day, Thor had received more complaints and pleas than he had for an entire month. He was hungry, tired and irritated, his skin itched and he had scratched them so badly he was bleeding. Perhaps the only consolation Thor could draw from all this mess, was that mayhem was only limited within the palace.

Baldur had cried and whined.

"A King must learn to bend the knee to others sometimes" Frigga told him on the third morning of disaster. She did not raise her voice, but Thor could feel fury bubbling beneath her sweet facade. Her patience with Thor's stubbornness was running very thin.

There had been several attempts at Loki's life; but all ended with their throat sliced open and tongues wrenched out.

Thor let out a sigh of irritation when the news that little Baldur had been plagued with an unknown disease reached him. It was the fifth day, which means the fifth plague was this strange illness. It was Loki's style, one for everyday Thor refused to apologize.

Thor looked up from his scattered desk. This has gone on long enough. He has no more patience to spare.

"Loki. I know you can hear me" He rasped. "You have my apologies. Now undo your tricks"

There was no reply, but Thor could feel a stirring in him. Loki is here, he is listening, waiting for Thor to say more. If Loki is waiting for Thor to beg, he would be waiting a long time.

Thor stood to his feet, shifted around his desk, taking note where his unnatural yearning, the desire to reach was strongest. If Loki would curse him with this then he would use it to his advantage.

He let his gaze drifted about his bug infested study until he felt the compulsion towards a spot. Loki is there, he was sure of it. He moved towards the spot.

"Loki" He reached his gloved hand forth to where he thought Loki might be.

His every sense were on fire, begging him, screaming and him to reach forth, to pull whatever he was reaching for into his embrace. His breath forming mist, his skin prickled at the sudden cold. There was a moment of hesitation before he touched an invisible shoulder. He gripped it firmly, but not hurtfully, his thumb stroked over its icy coolness as if it was the most natural thing.

"Show yourself trickster" Thor ordered.

Loki did; appearing before Thor in his Aesir form. His eyes were cold and aloof. He held his head high and proud.

"Begging a whore?" He sneered.

Thor stabbed him a glare, his fingers tightened. "Enough of your tricks. What would you have me do?"

"You want my forgiveness?" Loki asked.

"Yes"

"Give me a kiss" He rasped.

Thor frowned. "What game are you playing Jotun?"

"You will not do it?"

"..."

"Then so be it!" Loki spat. "Watch then as your dear brother writhe and suf-" Loki's words were still on his tongue when Thor jerked him forth with an angry growl; sending the smaller crashing against his armoured chest. Powerful arms enveloped Loki, holding him tight.

Loki's eyes widened. And Thor saw a flash of fear and uncertainty, but he did not back down.

What made him snap?

Perhaps it was frustration at everything that had gone wrong. Anger that Loki would threaten him with Baldur, a child! A mere child! Or the curse Loki placed on him. He did not know. At this moment, he did not care! He was tired, so tired at playing this mind game.

"This is what you want isn't it?" Thor snarled; an arm tightened around Loki's back, a hand lifted to lid over the side of Loki's neck firmly.

Though he felt no love for Loki, he would never harm his partner. But Loki did not need to know that.

Thor leans down, and there was a moment of hesitation where their lips simply caress, their breath mixed. Thor's teeth caught Loki's bottom lip, giving it a tug.

Loki whimpered.

That submissive noise, it was almost enough to send Thor over the edge, his every nerve ending on flames. His entire body suddenly burning with unrestrained hunger for the exotic creature before him. Yearning for him. That unnatural lips, that unnatural skin.

Damn that curse!

Loki swallowed, his hands creep up to lid them over Thor's chest.

Thor had never seen or felt Loki so tense or unsure before. That was enough to snap some sense into him that he did not just throw the damn sorcerer onto his desk and take him dry. Make him moan or scream he did not care, till his throat was raw and the only thing he would ever know is that force of Thor's body against him.

For a moment he felt a terrible struggle of his own conscious and something he did not even know.

No...

Curse or not, he refuse to be some animal that act on instinct. Was this the Jotun's plan? To make him into an animal like them?

"Do you want this?" Thor forced himself to ask.

There was the slightest nod from the prince and Thor pulled the other against him, crashing their lips together.

What came next was nothing Loki was ever prepared for.

An electric jolt flashed through Loki, and at once a thousand tiny tongues of flames began to lick every square inch of his skin. His heart hammered to fits of busting. Thor growled, fingers move to weave within the wealth of Loki's jet black locks, seizing him, gripping him with sheer dominance.

"Oh..." Loki moaned; thrills of excitement sizzled in his blood.

Thor's lips were desperate, and fiercely hungry. Loki's slender fingers kneaded desperately over Thor's face until he too found the wealth of golden locks. And he seized them, tugged them fiercely.

Thor hissed, biting down hard over Loki's bottom lip, making Loki cry out in mix pleasure and pain. Blood oozed from Loki's throbbing lips.

"Thor..." He groaned.

There was so much sensation, so much that all Loki could do was cling onto that powerful body before him, his mouth taking a life of its own, matching the raw hunger of Thor's mouth as the other fed on him.

Lips caress against lips, suckling and biting in an all out battle of anger, lust and everything in between. He did not know when, he did not know how, but he was suddenly slammed back against the wall, trap and aching.

When Thor pull back, Loki was panting, his body drench with fire, filled with aching need. He was shamelessly hard and throbbing, lust so stark in his eyes. He was not ashamed though. Jotun's are open about their desires.

"Thor..." Loki tried to speak, running his shaking fingers over Thor's face.

"Look at me" Thor rumbled. Large callous hand came to cup Loki's face, turning them to face him.

Thor's usually gentle eyes were possessive and predatory as he stared at Loki, sending shivers and a hint of fear racking down Loki's spine.

Thor had not felt so free in weeks, it was as if all chains of constrain had been broken. Worst, he wanted more.

This is wrong! There's a beast in every man, yes... but not like this.

"What have you done to me?" Thor panted.

When Loki did not respond, Thor let out a growl of anger; his powerful hand move to grab Loki's clothed cock. Pleasure rocked Loki. He let out a shuddering moan, his knees almost buckled, his nails shifted to dig into Thor's forearm.

"Thor...oh..." Loki chocked, he arch into Thor's large hand, his lips parted, his expression twisted in pleasure.

Thor let Loki buck in his hand, feeling it swell as he rolled his fingers to fondle Loki's sac. Let the devil enjoy himself for a moment, the beast in him chuckle in amusement. The thought was wrong; a part of Thor knew.

This was not the way to get his answer! Ah...but he will get an answer, another part of him hummed.

"Answer me you cock-craving creature. What have you done to me?" Thor gritted. When Loki did not respond, Thor clenched his fingers hard.

Pain sheered. Loki let out a cry.

"Answer me now! Or I will crash them!" Thor spat.

"Stop!" Loki shrieked. When Thor did not, he panicked."Ignis!" Emerald fire burst from his palm, burning Thor.

Thor howled, releasing Loki he stumbled back.

When he snapped his gaze back at the trickster, Loki was gone. The thousands of bugs that crawl in his study were gone too. The itching bites on his skin were as if they were never there.

For a moment Thor could not speak. Not out of anger or shock, but out of fear...at himself. He looked down at his hands and found them trembling.

Loki let his gaze drift back down to the sparring ring down below. He watched silently as Thor clashes sword with his Aesir woman.

He had never thought that he might doubt the success of his own plot. True, that fragment of him that had sunk its claws into Thor was surely making the King crave him. But it was doing more than that, Loki quickly realise from the last incident.

Through that morsel, some of his nature were entwining with Thor's. There was always such a possibility he knew. But he had not expected such an extreme change of character. Such dominance from Thor... Such raw power that he could not even phantom. That predatory look; that hunger... the desire for Loki's pain.

It was all beyond his calculation. He was supposed to have Thor at his mercy, begging for every scrap of attention, every lightest of caress Loki would offer; and Loki would whisper things into his ears, weakening Asgard from within.

At this rate, Thor would be uncontrollable.

So, how to turn this problem into an advantage? Loki sighed.

After a moment he let out a small chuckle. When had he become so dull? So safe? Danger just makes everything so much more thrilling doesn't it?

He licked his lips. His body shook, in exhilaration. The fun had really just begun.

Candles burn at the corner of Thor's messy room. His armour lay in a clutter mess by his fur covered bed. Papers and scrolls sprawled over his entire desk, a bottle of ink lay spilled on the floor waiting for the servants to clean the next day.

Thor groaned as he down another goblet of mead. His hands groggily reached for another barrel on the floor. He thumps the new barrel on his messy desk and struggled to his unsteady feet. His fingers clumsily felt of his blade. He felt the handle, picked it up and stabbed it right through the barrel, and with a shove he made an opening. He heaved it and sloppily poured it into his empty goblet, spilling half its content onto his desk and floor, soaking some no doubt important papers.

He couldn't give a damn at the moment. Hel, he wouldn't give a damn even if the hallway was on fire!

He sets the barrel down and picked up his goblet, downing the entire thing in a gulp, mead dribbled down the side of his lips.

He had once again refused the invite to the tavern. He missed his friends, he miss telling tales over mead, drinking till he could no longer see straight and the women that would throw themselves at him. He misses it all... and yet... he did not dare join them.

What if he hurt them in his drunkenness?

There is now a part of him he could barely control when he is sober. A part of him that he loathes and fear. He could not take the chance. He dared not!

He groaned, smashing the goblet onto the ground.

He picked up the barrel with his left hand and stumbled towards his bed. He tripped and fell, the barrel rolling out of his hand, spilling its content onto the fur covered ground.

"Another...!" Thor moaned, shaking his spinning head. "Servants! Another!" Thor shouted mindlessly, pushing himself up.

Where was his bed? He couldn't even remember.

He sat on the floor, his back against his desk when he felt a familiar stirring.

Loki...

Thor felt rather than saw movement by his side. Unconsciously, he licked his lips in hunger.

"Pathetic" Loki droned, letting his gaze graze over the dishevelled form.

Golden locks a mess, Thor's undershirt and pants soaked in sweat and stained with mead was stuck to his body.

"The Mighty Thor, drowning in sorrow. Whatever could be the matter?" Loki taunted.

Thor turned his head and looked directly at Loki in his Aesir form.

Instantly, Loki stilled at the intensity of those eyes on him. They were fierce, fathomless, dark and dangerous, moving over him possessively. And so hungry.

Loki suppressed a shudder.

This was the Thor no realm has ever seen. The Thor, Loki created. Drunk in mead, Loki wondered if being here was perhaps not the best idea.

Thor pushed himself to his unsteady feet; he lifted his right hand and uncurled his fingers.

"Come here" It was a command.

Loki padded over, his eyes wary, watching every shift of Thor's muscles. Loki looked at the open hand but he did not take it.

"Why do you fear me?" Thor asked in a taunting voice.

Loki snapped his eyes at once at Thor. It felt as if that fragment of himself was mocking him. Anger rose in him.

He did not fear himself!

"I fear no one!" Loki declared; knocking that outstretched hand away.

He steps towards Thor. His eyes were on fire, challenging and defiant.

Thor watched Loki as if a bird of prey. The beast in him stirred. He wanted to latched his teeth over the junction of Loki's neck and make him scream in pain and pleasure. He wanted to overpower the Jotun, dominate him in every way the Jotun would fear and crave. To have him chained and wanting. To have him writhing and begging. Calling his name, the only God he would ever call.

"I think you fear me" Thor said.

"Fear?" Loki sneered. He reached to draw his dark nails over Thor's flushed cheek. "What have I to fear from you, Odinson?" Loki asked. "The beast in you?" He laughed. "I'm the mother of monsters and the father of death!"

Fire flickered at the depths of Thor's cerulean eyes. And for a moment, Loki saw hesitation. Thor was fighting it.

"I..." Thor murmured; looking away suddenly.

"Don't fight it Thor" Loki cup Thor's face. "Show it to me. Show me the face Asgard had never seen"

"The face you create" Thor growled.

"Oh... did I?"

The moment Thor lifted his eyes again, Loki felt a shiver of excitement. It was as if he was looking at someone else completely.

"Show me..." Loki could barely contain his anticipation.

"You know not what you ask" Thor gritted. "You know not what I desire"

"Try me"

"Loki" A warning.

Loki pressed his body against Thor's. Their breath mixed.

"I am right here..." Loki purred; his thumb stroked over Thor's cheek. "Let go... and take what it is you desire"