Day Six: Favorite Kinks
NOTE: I'm not good at this sort of thing but I gave it my best shot. Short and sweet.
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Loki was a glutton for punishment, but only if Thor dealt the blows.
Victory was sweet but in some twisted way, defeat had a singular appeal for as long as he suffered it from his mighty brother. He could almost say he enjoyed being bested by Thor, if only to watch how much the latter would have to struggle before he could thwart Loki's plans. He knew that there were other beings in the universe wiser, stronger, much more dangerous than Thor. He had even met some of them. But he despised them all and would never tolerate being beaten by any other adversary. He wanted only to destroy them and when he failed, he felt only rage.
But not with Thor. He knew how much Thor liked a challenge and how he always complained that there were very few worth adversaries in the Nine Realms. So Loki used his talents to push Thor to the limit, to make the God of Thunder work for his every victory. And when Thor ultimately won, Loki had to hide his satisfaction.
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Thor would never admit it, but he took a certain pleasure from being expertly manipulated, but only if Loki pulled the strings.
It had certainly happened often enough and it had taken him a long time to realize how much of an influence his brother had on him. And every now and then, Loki still managed to surprise him, no matter how much Thor had learned from past experiences. Unknowingly, he would walk straight into an elaborate trap. As the years passed, Loki's talents only grew and Thor was always his first victim.
With any other enemy this would have been intolerable. Tricks and deception and all manner of underhanded means were abhorrent to him. Thor's pride would never allow for such treatment from others. So this was a slightly unnerving double standard. Loki always did what Thor hated the most. And yet, this did not bother him as much as it should. On the contrary, he secretly looked forward to it.
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So every battle was a dance, and every defeat a fulfillment of secret desire. Over the centuries, they perfected the masks they wore to hide how much they enjoyed being broken by one another.