WARNING: This fanfic is now officially M-rated for sexual content. Especially this chapter. And the following ones.
Also, since Loki is going to make heavy use of his illusions, to avoid confusion I'll write down everything that's happening in Thor's head only in italics.

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Loki admitted to being just a tad bit disappointed. He had been looking forward to some drama, a lot of screaming, maybe even some tears... But either Thor hadn't found the balls to break up with the lady yet or she had not been waiting on him as faithfully as his brother had seemed to believe.

When he heard the door being closed behind the two women, Loki turned off the TV. He already knew who the killer was going to be anyway.

Thor had come into the room and sat down at Lokis feet, looking up into his face with an unreadable expression.

"What is the matter with you, Thor?", he asked coolly. "You seem quite shaken."

"I had an... interesting conversation with Lady Jane", Thor said, the blush on his cheeks telling him far more then those few words did. "Loki, I want to tell you something."

Something big and hairy seemed to curl in Lokis stomach. If they hadn't already been past this point, he would've thought Thor was going to confess his love for him. And why was the idiot sitting on the ground anyway? It must be uncomfortable.

"When I first heard the Man of Iron was gone and I couldn't reach you, I was afraid you might... resort to killing foreign dignitaries after all."

Lokis lips twitched at that, which seemed to ease some of the tenseness of his brothers shoulders and made him smile in return.

"Instead, you healed him from a fatal illness. Not only that but you also helped Bruce Banner to control his other side. For a while I felt troubled that I had doubted you when you were only trying to do good. But now I realize that isn't right. I know you really do want to take revenge on them, even though you know you can't kill them. You did not do it to apologize. You did not do it to do good. That they're feeling fine now is just a side effect of your true plan. Am I right to think so?"

Now Loki really did smirk. "You really are getting smarter. It is right."

"What is your plan then?" When Loki just smiled without answering, Thor tentatively raised a hand to lightly touch his brothers cheek. Loki scowled at him, but did not move back. "I swear on my honour, as long as it doesn't involve another attempt to subjugate the human race, I won't tell anyone."

Loki held his head a little higher as if to challenge him to break his promise. "Fine then. I took Stark's reactor to sell it to certain hostile mortal governments across the sea. Soon this country won't be the only one to have this technology. It will give the mortals further incentive to kill each other. Not that they need any with all those nuclear bombs they have. At the very least, Starks monopole in clean energy will not be a monopole for much longer. As for the Doctor, I was content to kill the green beast, to cage it forever in that tiny mind space. If I ever feel like ruining that man's life some more, it takes but a single sentence of me to revive the monster. I had no need to punish the others. My disregard for them was humiliation enough. I really am glad I got to see their faces though."

Loki did not know what he had expected Thors reaction to be. Anger, maybe, or disappointment. Maybe even sadness or resignation. He had not expected a relieved smile to spread on his face.

"What are you so happy about?", he asked uneasily.

"I'm just glad I can finally... begin to understand you. I trusted you would not kill my friends, but I also had the feeling you would still do something. You wouldn't be Loki if you didn't." Thor leaned closer to him, his arms propped up on the couch next to Loki. "I want to be able to trust you. I love you so much and I want to let go of all doubts and just relish in this feeling. If I were to do that... If I were to let go, would you catch me, Loki?"

"Thor..." Loki felt his heart clench. Thors gaze was just too intense and yet he felt he couldn't look away. The thought Thor might understand him... Really understand him, enough to predict his actions was making his heart beat faster. On some level it frightened him. Nothing was more horrendous to the god of chaos then becoming predictable. And he could not deny that he felt something when he looked at Thors pleading eyes. He wanted him to be able to trust him. He wanted to be there to catch him.

Though Loki did not answer his question, the blonde seemed to have found something in his eyes that pleased him. With the smooth movements of a hunter he climbed onto the couch, coming to straddle Lokis lap, cupping his face in his hands.

It all went too fast for Loki to process and he found himself just sitting there, bewildered and confused. His brother had never been so bold before. He'd thought they had come to a standstill, a sort of ceasefire.

"Thor, what the hel are you doing?", Loki voiced his thoughts, repressing the spark of panic in his chest.

"I want to play a game with you", Thor whispered and Loki realized with a mix of horror and amusement that he was trying to sound seductive.

"You like playing games, don't you?"

"I thought you didn't", Loki returned sarcastically. "And now get off me, you're getting heavy."

"Only if you kiss me."

"What?"

Thor leaned closer still, moving his hips in such a way that made his behind rub over a very sensitive spot on Lokis side, causing him to hiss.

"Kiss me", he demanded again, eyes still holding his with a burning fire in them. Then, completely unexpected, he turned his gaze to the ground, only to raise his head again and repeat in a much softer voice: "Kiss me, please."

Loki didn't really think about it. Suddenly his lips where on Thors without him remembering to have ever ordered his body to move. The god of thunder responded eagerly, moving his lips against his in an attempt to part them. Loki took the challenge immediately and soon their tongues were battling for dominance, fighting viciously in a heated passion. Loki won the war, fighting his way into Thors mouth who let out a small moan and continued thoroughly mapping the foreign territory. Gradually the other man relaxed against him and stopped any attempts of resistance in favour of gently stroking Lokis tongue with his own. His lack of fight disrupted whatever emotions had been clouding Lokis mind and he came to realize that he was snogging his brother, who was practically melting in his embrace.

Feeling tricked, Loki pulled away and had to stem his hands against Thors chest as the same tried to get back.

"What are you doing?", Loki hissed angrily. He was supposed to be the unpredictable one!

Thor found his eyes again, his gaze intense once again. "I'm playing my part", he answered simply.

Loki stared at him in shock. This couldn't possibly be what he thought it was. Could it?

The god of lies shoved Thor off his lap, not too rough but not gently either and stood up.

"I don't know what you are trying to accomplish, Thor, but I thought I have made it quite clear that you are to keep your hands off me."

"I know", the blonde replied calmly. "I don't plan on going against that. However, that does not mean you can't touch me."

Loki stared at him aghast. "Why would I ever want that?"

Thor stepped forward and despite his effort to appear strong, Loki saw how he had to brace himself to speak the following words: "Because you want to dominate me. To push me down so you can sit at a higher spot. You want to be equal to me. But I..." There was his tenderness again, his unspoken promise of love as he gently took Lokis hand to put it against his chest, "I would gladly worship the ground you walk on. I would hold you up and fly you to the highest point of the skies if you would let me. I would kiss your feet if they're the only part of you I could reach. That is how much I love you. If you'd want me, no matter which way, I would gladly lie down and have you do as you please. The only thing I'd ask in return is that you catch me."

Loki licked his suddenly very dry lips. Thor was really suggesting they... and Loki was shocked to find the offer actually tempted him. He had cut whatever mental connections he still held with his family long ago. He did have no concerns about Thor being his brother, especially since he had come to see him as an enemy, his prey, a morbidly fascinating thing and, ultimately, someone to hold on in such a short amount of time. So much had changed, it was like they were both entirely different persons by now. Thor was attractive, of course but everything in Loki balked at the mere idea of giving himself over to somebody ever again. The last time he had let go, he'd fallen into a void and ended up in the torture chamber of a vicious Chitauri clan. The thought of Thor on his knees in front of him, begging him to bring him the pleasure he so desired, to bring the god of thunder so low was filling him with excitement and want. The only thing holding him back was the fear that Thor might demand he return the favour later on.

However, Thor had said himself it was only to be a game... A one time thing, so to say. Hearing him asking like that, Loki did feel little obligation to turn this into more and he believed that was the way Thor had intended it as well. Even if it was not, all he had to do was make it so pleasurable for Thor that he wouldn't ever demand they do it any other way. Loki was a skilled lover, despite him being picky about who he took to his bed. He might have no experience with other men but neither did Thor and if it didn't work out at all at least he would be rid of one more problem.

Having made his decision, Loki allowed a small smirk that was just as evil as it was seductive to curl around the corners of his mouth as he freed his hand from Thors, only to take his instead, entwining their fingers before forcefully pulling them to their side and pulling the other male closer to him as he did so.

"Very well, brother", he whispered, choosing his words deliberately to give the whole thing an even more sinful feeling, "if that is the game you want to play, I will take you up on your offer."

Thors eyes widened almost comically and Loki could feel his heartbeat picking up, they were standing that close.

The god of lies leaned forward, his lips barely brushing the blonde's ear. Other then Thor, he knew perfectly well how to talk seductively.

"I must warn you however. You have absolutely no idea what you're getting yourself into."

"I... I want to know", Thor replied raspy, staring at him hungrily. "I want to see it... to feel it. Everything you can show me. I want everything of you."

"There are rules", Loki said, suddenly slipping on his cold mask again. "Three of them. First rule: You do as I say. Immediately. Without asking questions. Second rule: If you tell me to stop, I will stop. But doing so will mean you lose the game. I will walk out of the room and leave you in the cold to suffer on your own. Believe me, I will do everything in my power to make you do so. The third rule: We do not speak of this night ever again, to anybody. Are these terms agreeable?"

Thor nodded numbly, unable to speak. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the idea that this was actually happening.

To be fair, so was Loki.

"Come with me then, pet."

The god of lies pulled him with him. Thor followed him to the next bedroom, trying his best not to appear too eager. Loki grimaced a bit upon seeing the girly decor of Jane's room. With a wave of his hand he transformed the sheets into black and green silk. It was time to get the game started.

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The light dimmed while simultaneously a group of small lights around the size of a fist appeared floating in the middle, permitting a pale blue light. Thor watched the little things as they pulsated as if alive in fascination.

"What are those?", he wanted to know.

"Fen fire", Loki replied, his skin even paler in the new light. The entire room seemed to melt into the surrounding darkness, the spot they were standing at an island of life in a bare wasteland. Objectively Thor knew that he was seeing an illusion as he looked around in wonder, but it all seemed so real. He looked back at Loki, whose skin was glowing in the otherworldly light and he wanted to kiss him so badly. But tonight that was not his role.

Loki smirked lightly at his inaction."You said you wanted everything of me, brother", he said and as he did so, their surroundings changed again. Grass began growing under Thors feet, trees and shrubbery formed in the shadows. Gnawed old branches reached out for them like a skeletons fingers. The bed was soon overgrown with green vines that were swallowing up the pillows.

Loki reached for him, cupping his cheek in one palm, deceptively gently but with a cruel gleam in his eyes.

"My body, you will not touch. My heart, a crumbled, ugly thing, will not love you. My mind is a dangerous realm that can drive you to insanity. Tonight, I shall show you everything there is to me. I will draw your mind into mine and make you see a thousand truths. I will rip out that wildly drumming heart of yours and squelch it until the last drop of your love is spend. And I will definitely ruin you for any future lovers you might take, be it male or female."

Loki let go of him and stepped back without interrupting the eye contact. Thors breath was picking up already. The younger man was right, he had no idea what he had gotten himself into. But he wanted to know so badly!

Suddenly Thor felt the touch of light hands on his body. He turned to see a dozen of pale ghost-like creatures emerge from the makeshift forest behind him. They seemed to be men and women made out of nothing but smoke, their hair floating in the air as they reached for him. They would have been beautiful if it weren't for the haunted eyes, like spirits forever caught in one of the countless pits of Helheim. Their lower bodies all melted together in the smoke and Thor felt an ancient fear rise up in him as he was pulled backwards into their arms, a dozen hands working on unclasping his armour.

"Loki!", he cried out for help but his brother just stood there, smirking cruelly.

"Those are the souls of the thousands of people you killed, Thor. They want to eat your flesh and devour your soul."

"No! This is trickery. Loki!" He wanted to call for him to stop, only remembering in the last moment that he must not.

Loki vanished in a cloud of green smoke. The smoke travelled around, like lighting jerking across the clearing until it formed his brothers face again, bodiless, one with the tormented souls that were moaning and calling for him, begging for release.

"Don't fight them, dear brother. You have to be punished", Loki purred into his ear.

Over their heads, heavy grey clouds were pulling together. Rain started to whip down on his now bare chest as Thor tried in vain to relax. Loki was gone again and he felt so helpless in this terrible world without him. The ghosts were pulling him down, deep down and the ground opened up for them, a terrible black hole with a thousand red eyes glowing in them. It was a nightmare and definitely not what he had been anticipating.

The earth itself seemed to form waves around him as he was enveloped completely. Thor couldn't breath anymore. Over the rain and the howling of the ghosts he could hear a strange kind of chant in foreign language. Everything was black. He was going to die!

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Loki lowered his brother down on the bed and let him sink into the pillows deeply. He was still trying to thrash around but Lokis magic had filled his limbs with lethargy. His eyes were glazed over. He couldn't see Loki, couldn't recognize him. His mind was caught in his illusions.

Loki had never used such magic on Thor before. It was used to throw his enemies into nightmares, to make them hesitate and stutter that one second Thor, fighting by his side, needed to smash them into pieces. He did not usually have a chance to be this elaborate though. He had not planned on this but somehow, seeing how eager Thor was for him had made him angry. Lit was not right that Loki, a monster if you ever saw any, should be desired this much. Especially not when Thor was demanding he violate him. Loki felt... conflicted. Usually he had no qualms about tormenting his brother but this was different. If he was to do this, he wanted Thor to know everything. He wanted him to see his darkest side and to give him a chance to stop it all. He would throw Thor into the deepest pit of despair so that when he came out of it, the contrast would drive him over the edge. It was a dangerous game. There was no telling how much Thors mind could endure. He had to be careful, lest he break him apart. The Helheimer vengeance spirits, he felt, were a good idea. To die an honourable death and be rejected from Valhalla was one of the few fears even a mighty warrior like Thor still held. Plus they provided an excellent distraction to get rid of the armour. That damn thing was a real piece of work.

Loki leaned over the blonde lying in front of him, vulnerable, helpless, fighting his illusions. The god of deceit licked his lips in anticipation. He would enjoy this. Thor would not. He was not allowed to. Yet.

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Suddenly Thor felt lighting struck him. For just a second, power rushed through his veins. The thunder growled over his head as the clouds formed a giant hurricane that ripped him away from the hungry demons. Thor felt himself be flung through the air. He was in the middle of the storm now but he had no control over it. The clouds surrounded him like the earth had before. There was water everywhere and the wind turned into the unforgiving current of a river. Thor was washed away and into the open ocean. Something firm tugged at his ankle and pulled him roughly under the surface. Looking down Thor saw a long, violet tentacle of a monster octopus with a thousand sharp teeth..He wanted to grip the tentacle and free himself, but soon there came another one, winding around both his wrists and holding them firmly in place over his head.

"Loki", he all but sobbed, struggling in vain against the restrains.

"Shh, my pet", the octopus said, green eyes fixated on his sweating chest. "You wanted to see my world. Can you not bear the sight? Tell me to stop and I will let you go..."

Thor looked around with fevered eyes. That's right, it was an illusion. Everything around him was a construct of magic that only he could see. That meant that Loki had to be here somewhere. Loki would not hurt him. Not very badly, at least. If Thor told him to stop, he would release him. But doing so would mean surrender, would mean losing the game. It was a test, nothing more. To see if he could really let go and trust his brother.

Taking a deep breath, Thor forced the tenseness out of his body. He refused to disappoint his love.

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Loki looked down on Thors face that had suddenly gone slack. He was still pressing the blonde down on the mattress, one hand holding both of his over his head. A magical bind ensured he couldn't move his left leg but left the other alone, still giving him some freedom of movement. He planned to take that away next if he didn't relax soon. When he felt the tenseness leave the body underneath him, Loki wrapped his free arm around his torso. He magically vanished his tunic so they were now both naked waist up and pressed their bodies together. He felt his own heartbeat sped up, warmth spreading through his veins. Slowly he leaned down to kiss his brother for the first time.

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There was another thick tentacle wrapping itself tightly around Thors torso but he tried his best not to fight it too much. The urge however got almost too powerful when a school of multicoloured fish swam by. One of them stopped right in front of his face and as Thor opened his mouth confused to say something, it slipped right into his mouth. Thor wondered what the hell his brother was doing with him as he choked on the strangely warm, wet animal, nibbling at his tongue with tiny teeth, suffocating him.

Thor closed his eyes, trying to repress fear, repulsion and humiliation. It did not hurt, per say and to be honest, it wasn't even that bad... It was just an illusion...

The god of thunder opened his eyes again, only to widen them in shock and jerk back. He was still hanging freely in the underwater world, held by the tentacles of the octopus. Now though there was a strange creature floating in front of him. It had the tail of a fish, long and muscular with beautifully glowing scales in dark green and pale blue that was wrapped tightly around him but the torso of a white-skinned man, translucent fins protruding from his elbows and back and even from behind his ears. Long black hair was flowing in the water, surrounding a face Thor would recognize anywhere.

"Loki!", he gasped, only now realizing that he'd broken what had been a kiss.

"Oh? You dare to break free from my spell?", the god purred, one hand stroking his back before coming around and lightly pinching his nipple. Thor gave a gasp, the adrenalin still in his veins making him react violently as he jerked against the restrains.

"By the Norns, Loki! What are you doing to me?"

"I'm providing you with a fantasy that you would never dare to think up yourself. Never will you forget this night. You will remember it every time you're lying in your chamber alone, your body tense from another battle, all of your muscles hard has stone, including your manhood. You will remember it when you're bathing, your hands roaming over your tights to clean them, you will remember me as you stroke yourself. It will be my face you see when you seek comfort in the arms of another, willing recipient but never will you find release because nothing compares to this."

Thor groaned as he pictured each and every word that came out of his brothers sinful mouth. He felt himself become hard at last

"I want you, Loki", he moaned, not caring what it sounded like. "Always only you. I'll never want anyone else."

Loki smirked, content to let the blonde wriggle some more under him. He had replaced his hands with another magical restrain to be able to explore the body under him more thoroughly. He could feel Thors erection grow already and he chuckled at his eagerness. Then he began to touch him, really touch him. His fingers started at his wrists, running down his muscled arms. Featherlight his fingers brushed his throat, halting at a wildly pulsing vein when Thor shuddered. It seemed to be a good spot for as Loki leaned in do kiss it, to suck on the skin his brother let out a moan, tilting his head to give him better access. Then without warning, Loki bit down hard, actually drawing a drop of blood. Thor cried out and jerked but the restrains were holding.

The sorcerer didn't bother suppressing his smirk and continued to lick over the red spot, soothing the pain, determined to leave a mark. There was a visible tent in Thors trousers by now. It made Loki smirk but it was not enough. He wanted to take it a step further.