Midnight Poison

Oh…Oh…Loki was slammed back against the wall, his fingers tugged at Thor's sweaty hair as their mouth fed on one another in mounting desperation, unable to get close enough. Their lips were anything but tender, lock in a game of dominance and power-play.

"Thor... oh…" Loki moaned, tearing his lips away for air as Thor grinded their erections together with mounting desperation. Pleasure sizzled, heightened the heat that poured through their blood.

Loki could smell their musky arousal; he could feel slick wetness between them. He could taste the mead on his tongue, and smell the starkly masculine scent that is Thor.

Loki moaned; a hand racked down the front of Thor's chest down to the damp golden curls between them. Without warning Loki cup Thor with a knee-buckling touch.

Thor gasped, almost biting down on Loki's tongue, he wrenched his lips away. Strings of saliva connect.

Loki was about to tease Thor with a squeeze when Thor grabbed his wrist hard and slammed it back against the wall.

Cerulean eyes flashed dangerously.

"It it not yours to touch" Thor snarled.

Loki stilled. That was unexpected.

"Get on the bed, back against the headboard" Thor commanded.

Loki did. A little disturb but he was still interested.

He smiled, spreading his legs slightly as Thor crawl over to him. He slid his hands over Thor's large arms to his shoulders and finally wrapping his arms about Thor's neck.

"Have you ever been with a man?" Loki asked.

"No. But it matters not. You are no man"

"Aye" Loki shifted a hand to the hot flesh between his legs.

If Thor had never been with a man, he would no doubt be shit at preparing. Loki didn't want more pain than was necessary if he could help it. He did not trust Thor not to hurt him too much.

He whispered a spell. Heat sheered him as he felt his organ shift. He groaned.

Thor raises his brows in surprise when Loki removed his hand. The trickster had replaced his cock for a cunt.

"This should be more familiar" Loki whispered.

"If it pleases you" Thor cared not; bending down he kissed Loki's left knee.

Cock or cunt, it makes no difference to him. Loki is Jotun. In his true form, he is both man and woman in a single being.

"Hands on your side. Do not touch me before I allow it" Thor rasped.

Loki did.

"Good boy" Thor lifted Loki's left leg and dragged his tongue up Loki's calf, pausing to tease the back of his knees.

Loki gasped, shuddered, as Thor continued on, dragging his tongue up the smooth fairness of Loki's inner thigh. Working his ways upwards, spreading Loki's legs, seeking the wet heat of Loki's most sensitive flesh. He could smell Loki's arousal; see the slick wetness that stains his thighs.

"Thor…" Loki chocked, his fingers shifted to grasp Thor's hair.

Thor flicked him a predatory glance that made Loki shiver.

"Your hands Loki. Did I say you could touch me?" He growled.

Loki shuddered, removing his fingers; heat flowed between him in excitement. Oh, there is something so thrilling, so terribly thrilling to be watched with such fierce gaze. The eyes of an animal.

"Good"

"Play me and I will kill you" Loki said.

Thor smirked. "Hush now" He caresses his thumbs over the moist outer flesh for a moment before spreading them wide. And he held them open.

Loki whimpered but Thor ignored him.

Loki was wet for him; his clit was small but unsheathed. Without hesitation, Thor move to suck Loki's glistering flesh. Pleasure roared. Wave of sensation rocked Loki.

"God!" Loki hissed.

Thor chuckled, dipping his tongue relentlessly into Loki's heat and pleasuring him with a steady rhythm. Loki moaned and whimpered; his eyes shut in concentration as pleasure slowly builds in the pit of his abdomen like a tight coil.

"Thor oh…!"

Thor watches Loki's expression. He watched them twist in pleasure, watched the way Loki's head shifted restlessly against the headboard as he took in deep shuddering breath though his parted lips. His abdomen clenched, his hips writhed and jerked, wanting to get away or pressed more insistently against Thor even he could not tell. Then without warning, Thor turned the tip of his tongue upwards he pressed as deep as he could into Loki and scope out Loki's wetness.

Loki cried out, his head slammed back into the wood but he barely felt it.

"Shit! Thor!" His toes curled, his fingers tightened against the sheets threatening to rip it apart as he struggled not to reach forth to seize Thor's locks as Thor pushed his tongue as far as he could into Loki's moist fold, brushing against his swelling nub.

"Oh!" Loki shouted. His entire body clenched and dampened; drenched in hot fire. His lips parted in breathless pants. His heels dug restlessly against the mattress as he writhed and shuddered in flames.

Thor flicks his tongue over Loki's nub and move to suck them hard and keep it there.

White hot heat flashed through Loki, a pleasure so intense, it bordered to pain.

"Hel!" Loki cried out, his hips pressed off the mattress, his abdomen clenched, his nails tore through the silken sheets.

At once, Thor stopped. Loki almost screamed in frustration, his eyes flew apart only to see Thor smirking at him.

"Tsk tsk tsk" Thor clicked his tongue. "So eager"

Before Loki could curse him, Thor shifted up, pushed his tongue into Loki's mouth forcing the trickster to taste himself. It was salty.

Disgusting! Loki shoved at Thor, turning his mouth away.

He had always heard that Aesir are dirty, but he didn't think they were that dirty!

"Wash your mouth!" Loki coughed.

"They are yours"

"It's disgusting!"

"You weren't complaining when I was down there" Thor pointed, pressing his lips against Loki.

Loki wasn't please but he did not fight it as Thor roughly pushed him back against the headboard, kissing him hungrily, passionately, with such intensity Loki could do nothing but give in. Sweat glistered over their bodies.

Loki moaned; running dragging his dark nails up the hard muscle of Thor's thighs, up the side of that hard broad body, kneading over Thor's burning chest.

Oh…he could just imagine Thor's incredible strength; the power to trap him and to pin him down, the power to kill him, to break his bones with a clenched of his hand. He shivered in excitement at the thought.

"You are so wet" Thor moaned, pulling back as he slid three digits into the heat of Loki's fold, feeling the slick engorged nub and he stroked him once. Loki's breath hitched in his throat, heat poured, his nails shifted to dig into Thor's shoulders.

"Stop!" Loki chocked.

If Thor strokes him anymore, it would be over, at least for him. Even just having that sweet hot bulk of digits between him was almost enough to send him into overdrive. His body hummed in fire.

"What's the matter?" Thor asked smugly, curling his fingers. Loki gasped, shuddered. "You wish to be left aching all night?"

"Touch me anymore and it will be over you bastard!"

"Ahh…and you are not satisfied with fingers?"

Loki hissed, shoving Thor back he shifted to all fours out of habit. It was the Jotun way. Aesir shouldn't be much different Loki thought.

"Look at you, dripping wet. Can you smell yourself?" Thor mocked.

"Shut up!"

Thor chuckled.

Loki shivered when Thor lid his slick warm hands over his hips; sliding down towards his inner thigh. He parted them, opening Loki as he tugged Loki back against the large throbbing length.

Loki gasped when he felt the thick hot shaft slid between his folds a moment before Thor positioned himself.

Oh! He wanted so badly at that moment to just reach between himself and take command of Thor's length. To pressed them against him as he grinds against that throbbing flesh.

There was a slick moist sound when Thor first breached him, stretching him wider then he had ever been.

Loki groaned; his fingers clenched against the sheets. He hadn't been taken in a long while. It had been so long he didn't realize how much he missed it until now. How much he missed being filled and stretched to the brim, being pleasured, held and owned. It was a moment where he could just relinquish all control. A moment where he could drop his mask and just…let go of everything.

Oh… do not mistake him. He love power and control, he craves them like a drug, oh yes… but he was also suffocating under the need to always be in command of everything. Controlling everything, directing everything. Always the pillar of his world; never allowing for weakness or it could well be his last.

"Oh" Thor moaned, burying himself to the hilt in the tightness of Loki's heat as Loki shuddered and gasped.

"Good boy" Thor bends down to place a kiss over Loki's back, ghosting his hands over the side of Loki's lithe body that so contrasted his own.

He rocked his hips, pumping in and out of Loki, pulling out to the very tip and ramming right into him, brushing his sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure sheering through him.

Loki cried out, moaned and gasped.

Thor hushed him, pleasuring him slowly, letting the fire build in him. Burning torturously slow until Loki was ready to weep! Bastard!

Loki's hand flew to seek the moistness between his folds in aching need but Thor snatched his wrist, planting his hand back on the sheets.

"Thor ple-ase"

"No. Not even you are allowed to touch this place" Thor slipped two digits into Loki's damp folds.

Loki shuddered, his nails shifted to dig into Thor's forearm.

"Thor"

"Your pleasure is mine to give and mine to take" Thor husked, quickening his pace, driving himself deeper and deeper within Loki, his digits stroking Loki's sensitive flesh with mounting intensity.

Pleasure roared and crashed.

Loki moaned and whimpered; his entire body shook and writhe in mounting pleasure. His sweaty black locks a mess, dangled over either side of his flushed face. His mouth parted in breathless pants, his face tightened with sensual concentration as his lower body clenched with that sweet tension.

A shimmering pleasure hummed through him and they sharpened and focusing until he could take it no longer, coming with a startled shout, his toes curled, head bowed.

Thor hissed as Loki clenched all about him almost sending him over the edge, his nails dug into Loki's hips. Damn!

Oh it's not over yet…far from it. He pulled out at once, earning a grunt from the trickster as Loki collapse onto the mattress.

"What of you?" Loki whispered; lying on his back as Thor shifted to hover over the length of his sweaty body. Powerful arms planted on either side of him.

"You think that is all that I desire?" Thor grinned, flash of danger in his icy gaze.

Loki shivered.

"That was only the beginning. Something gentle to open you up" Thor reach to caress his nails over Loki's flushed cheek. "What I desire is to chain you up as I take you with you screaming in pain or pleasure care not…What I desire is to hear you beg me, at my mercy"

Loki's eyes widen in sudden fear. Thor wanted to laugh at that, his erection tightened in excitement. Oh how he love fear… But there was another part of Thor, much stronger now that demanded that he did not hurt the trickster.

"What do you fear trickster?" Thor rasped.

Loki tensed, looking at Thor intently. He opened his mouth hesitantly only to snap it shut again. All senses demanded that he remain silent. Telling anyone your fear, your weakness…it's a sure way to get yourself killed or tortured!

"You fear chains. You fear to submit" Thor husked suddenly, shocking Loki.

How…?

Before Loki could ask, he knew the answer himself. There is a fragment of him in Thor, wrapped within Thor's subconscious. Thor may not be consciously aware of it, but it is there.

Thor smirked.

"Will you force me into submission?" Loki asked.

Thor looked at him. A part of Thor told him that this is the way. Loki's place is beneath him, at his mercy; demanded that he take what is his by right as the king! And another part, growing stronger now, tearing through his conscious screaming that king or not, he had no right!

Thor close his eyes for a moment, he shook his head.

"No…" He cup Loki's features, running his thumb over Loki's flushed cheek.

Cerulean eyes meet emerald.

"Your submission is not mine to take. It is yours to give" He slid a hand down the side of Loki's body, seeking the moistness between him once again as Loki spread his legs. "I will pleasure you tonight, over and over again..."

Loki groaned as Thor slips four of his large digits into him, stretching him wide, filling him up.

"Why..?" Loki moaned, wrapping his arms about Thor's neck.

Thor simply smirks, kissing Loki fiercely again as his fingers trusted in and out of Loki, curling over Loki's sweet spot making him cry out and buck. Dark nails racking down his back, his arms.

A darker part of Thor chuckled as Loki arched desperately against him, head falling back, lips parted, expression twisted in pleasure as he came again. There is more than one sort of chain to bind a creature. And it is the invisible ones that are the strongest.

Loki was grinning widely when he meets Odin. He towered over the old man who sat on the ground. "How does it feel Allfather? To know that your golden boy bedded a monster!"

Odin lifted his one eye, looking at Loki. There was no anger to be seen, no disgust or disappointment.

"Why do you speak so hatefully of yourself?" He asked.

Loki frowned.

"Why do you call yourself a monster when even I do not?"

Loki snorted. "Do you take me for a fool?" He sneered. "Do you think I do not know what you Aesir thought of us?"

Odin heaves a sigh. He looked suddenly very tired and old.

Loki speaks truth... Yes, his people, those that had not fought in the war, they mock and curse, thinking that Jotuns are nothing more than beast or monsters. Something beneath them. Mindless and stupid. They only see and hear what is sweet to their eyes and ears.

They do not know as the warriors of old, that Jotuns are anything but monsters; that the Jotuns are a proud and hard race. Cunning and ruthless. Perhaps not the most honourable in their ways, but those are the enemies to fear the most.

"I do not see a monster before me" Odin said.

"Then you are a blind fool"

Thor groaned, waking to the mother of all headaches. He squinted his eyes against the burning sun that threatened to blind him. His clutter from last night had been cleared. The servants must have come while he slept, which means it must be well pass midday.

Norns... he'd missed the council meeting. Not that it would make a big difference if he hadn't overslept. With his headache, he wouldn't have gotten out of bed anyway.

He didn't feel so well. His guts heaving and lurching sickeningly. He turned sluggishly to his side.

He tensed at once, his eyes widened in crashing horror as he saw the sleeping body by his side.

Loki was laying on his front. Cerulean skin almost seems radiant against the sun; the gold that adorned those massive horns glittered. Long silky locks as black as night, framed the Jotun's sleeping face. Hands tucked beneath the pillow, the full length of his body lay over the top of Thor's fur covers.

If Thor thought he didn't feel well before, now he was really going to be sick.

He flung the covers off him and hurdled towards the bathroom. Flinging himself over the toilet he threw up. His guts heaved painfully, his throat burn. His head pounded as if Mjolnir was having a field day in his skull, his eyes watered.

Oh Norns!

His servants must have seen them when they entered the room. Such news, such a sight... it would surely had spread through the whole palace by now.

How was he supposed to face anyone now?! What had he done?!

That thing in him, now that it had been satiated, it was calmer. His mind was more his own than it had been for days.

He suddenly felt dirty, violated even! He felt anger rising like bile, his felt his blood boiled as he clenched his fingers.

How dare Loki do this to him?! Reducing him into nothing more than an animal! It's sickening!

"It wasn't so bad was it?" A sickeningly familiar voice came.

Thor wanted suddenly to strike the trickster, he wanted to spit in his face and take a dagger to slice off that wretched tongue and split open his chest!

He took in a deep breath, his hands reached to pull a silver knob, flushing the bubbling content away.

"What have you done to me?" He stood to his feet, turning to face Loki, his body shaking in violent anger.

Loki straightened up proudly, willing to look taller, bigger. The horns helped, his heart drumming madly in his chest. He had never seen Thor so angry before and it frightened him. But he'd be damned if Thor knew this.

"Blaming me now are you? Typical Aesir" Loki sneered.

"What have you done to me Jotun? Answer me!" Thor bellowed.

Thunders clapped, lightning flashed through the skies outside. The air prickled, crackled as if lighting were about to strike.

Loki stood his ground. "I did nothing. You wanted me la-"

"That was not what I meant and you know it!"

"I don't"

"Then let me enlightened you Jotun" Thor growled.

He'd had enough of everything! Enough!

Loki watched Thor intently as the other move towards him, truly debating if he should flee now until Thor calmed. But before he could, Thor spoke in a tone that chilled him.

"You put something in me; I can feel it in my bones. I know it. It plagues me with thoughts that that are not my own. It plagues me with desire that disgust me" Thor hissed, stepping to a halt in front of Loki. "Why?"

"…"

"Answer me!" Thor roared; calling Mjolnir to his hands at once.

Thunder crashed outside. Loki leap back at once, ice dagger bloomed in his hand. Fear evident in his scarlet eyes. Thor knew he hadn't forgotten the might of Mjolnir.

"Tell me or my hospitality for you ends here. And should you lie, I will declare war on Jotunheim with or without proof of your crimes" Thor said.

There was no mercy in his eyes, no pity or compassion, but he did not push anymore. He let Loki think. He knew that the trickster would do everything to protect Jotunheim. How he knew it, he did not know. He just knows it.

Loki looked at him, and he was suddenly angry.

"Fine" Loki hissed.

"…"

"Know this, Odinson. One can never gain without giving something in return"

"…"

"I return your life to you, and with the ritual, a fragment of myself, a little stain"

Thor tensed.

Loki smirked, letting the information sink in before continuing. "You will crave me, you will want me...as that fragment seeks its true vessel. You will have darkness in your thoughts that will only grow if you refuse to sate them, if you fight them, and they will never go away" He said in triumph.

"And you knew this from the beginning" Thor stated, it wasn't a question. "It's all so perfect isn't it? So convenient… chaining me to you. Manipulating me, the King of Asgard with your wicked thoughts" He snarled, stepping towards the tense Jotun.

At once ice dagger was pressed threateningly over his neck.

Thor feared it not. Loki needed him for whatever he was planning.

"You won't kill me" Thor knows it, dropping Mjolnir on the ground.

Loki hissed; his lips curled baring his teeth.

"Clean yourself and get out of my sight ergi"

With a move, Loki lashed out to backhand Thor. Thor accepted the blow without a flinch.

"You bastard! You are no better than me!" Loki spat. "You call me a coward, but at least I do not lie to myself!"

"Just clean yourself up and go" Thor said, moving pass Loki.

Loki knows nothing!

Anyway, from what Thor remembered of last night, it would seem that even Loki feared that thing in him. Whatever Loki was planning, it wasn't going very well.

Good… But this darkness in him and these dark desires... something needs to be done.

Frigga sat by Odin's side, watching him through the veil of shimmering gold. She felt so tired, so very tired with everything that had happened.

She felt stretched as if to the limits, trying her hardest to hold Asgard together in one piece. Trying her hardest to aid Thor in his rule even if she knew she was not the right person for it. And with everything that had happened since Thor's coronation; Odin's untimely sleep, the missing casket, an out of control Jotun and now the rumours of Thor bedding the enemy... it will only be time before the councilmen started to doubt if Thor was ready to be king. It would only be time before the warriors doubt if Thor is right to be king. Though none of the misfortune was Thor's doing, it is only natural that men would want someone to blame. And who better than the new and untested king?

Thor needs Odin, perhaps more than anything.

"My love...you need to come back to us. Asgard needs you. Thor needs you...and I need you" She whispered, taking Odin's hand.

There was a knock on the door before it creak open.

Frigga lifted her gaze to see Thor enter and in that moment, he thought Thor looked so small and vulnerable. As if that child so many decades ago.

"Thor..." She called.

Thor was looking at everywhere but her as the door shut behind him. If Frigga dare say it, Thor looked frightened.

"Come here my dear" She said.

Thor did; moving over to her, hesitation in his every step.

Frigga smiled; her hands lid gently over Thor's forearm as he stood by her, his eyes wondered briefly over his father.

"Father will wake...he just has to..."

"Yes..."

"Mother... I..." Thor murmured. "You must have heard by now... the rumours..."

"And is it true?"

Thor lowered his gaze, as if a child waiting for a scolding. Frigga heaves a sigh, standing to her feet. Silence is answer enough.

"I am a mother before I am a queen... talk to me"

Thor looked at her strangely.

"Are you not mad at me?"

"I should be. But what's done is done. The councilmen and your warriors do not seem too worried" She said. "They applaud your...prowess. Norns only knows how you did it"

"Oh..."

Frigga smiled. "Are you hurt anywhere delicate?"

Thor flushed furiously. "Mother!"

"What? Do you need salve for burns?"

"Woman please!"

"I am just worried. Are you hurt at all?"

"No!" Thor was burning red in embarrassment.

Frigga let out a soft laugh shaking her head.

Thor smiled, taking Frigga's hand. He gave them a gentle squeeze. He loves her.

"Now enough of jest, you still need to keep him in check" Frigga said. "And we are in urgent need of discussing what to do with Jotunheim. It's been put off for far too long. Have someone to distract him when it comes time for the next meeting"

"What has Heimdall seen?"

"They are training their armies again"

Thor tensed. "Surely they cannot travel without a Bifrost"

"Not normally... But there are other ways to travel. The casket for one...and that sorcerer... or he may mean to open the door from this side"

"..."

"Do not lose that Jotun. Watch him"

Thor gave a nod. He was silent for a moment. There is something else he needs to tell Frigga.

"Mother..." Thor started. "I...there is something you need to know..."

Frigga deserves to know. She deserves to know that he may be spiralling into madness.

Thor took in a deep breath and told her everything. He told her most that had happened to him, and he told her what Loki said. All this time, Frigga did not interrupt, listening closely. Frigga was silent when Thor finished, letting Thor's tale sink in.

"I...I will renounce the throne once father awaken" Thor said. "Let Baldur have it. Asgard deserves better"

"There is no need for that" Frigga said.

"But wh-"

"Listen my child" She reached to touch Thor's cheek. "It has always been your curse that you only see the best in those you love and the worst in those you do not"

"..."

"Nothing is black and white or good and evil...but you never understood this"

"..."

"This darkness... it does not necessarily have to be a bad thing if you could only learn to put a leash to it. Think about it"

Thor looked uncertain, but nodded nonetheless.

Frigga's eyes softened. "Nonetheless I will see what I can do about it"

"Thank you"

Sword clashed against sword, Sif swung her sword down, missing Hogun. And the next thing she knew Hogun was behind her. With a cry of fury she turned, baring her teeth; swinging, her sword clashing once again with Hogun. Sparks flew.

"Wow! That was something" Fandral clapped from the side.

"Not good enough" Sif let out a growl, shoving Hogun back.

"Someone doesn't seem too happy"

Sif shot Fandral a glare.

Of course she isn't happy. With the rumour that had gone around, that Thor was bedding the Jotun scum! How could she be happy?!

She isn't jealous. Nor did she wish for it to have been her. She was the one who refused Thor to ever come to her bed again. She could not stand what the other warriors said. That she is a whore, servicing Thor so that she could join his ranks.

Truth, she wouldn't have minded if it were any other maiden. Hel, she wouldn't have minded if it were another man! But a Jotun?

The warriors now mocked that she was so terrible that even a beast could best her.

"Your turn Fandral! Get into position" Sif hissed.

"We have company" Hogun said.

Sif turned around at once to see the Jotun prowling towards them.

Perfect! Just bloody perfect! Is Loki here to rub it in her face too?!

"What?" Sif bit out.

"May I join in?" Loki asked.

"If you have a dead wish" Sif sneered. There is no way she could back down. If she did, the other warriors would mock her some more. That she feared the beast.

"Uh...Sif?" Fandral hesitated. He didn't like where this was going.

Wouldn't this be a very good opportunity for the Jotun to accidentally slice their throats open?

"Worry not, I can care for myself" She said.

"You may join in if you wish" Loki told Fandral.

"There is no need" Sif hissed. Taking her stand as long ice blades bloomed from both Loki's cerulean hands.

There were chorus of mummers and people were starting to pile around the ring. Some warriors were laughing about women's quarrel over Thor's cock, while others jeered at the ergi Jotun and what not.

Fandral looked between them uncertainly.

Sif looked ready to kill and Loki...well...he couldn't read enough through the beast's cool mask to say anything for sure. But with all the insults and the word ergi that had been flying all day, Loki could not be very please.

Fandral shifted back towards the outer ring with Hogun. "I'm getting Thor" Fandral hissed.

"I suggest you hurry"

"Just make sure they are alive when we get here!" With that Fandral disappeared into the crowd.

Sif charged as Loki let out a battle cry swinging his ice blades. Metal clashed against ice.