Warning: This is another M-chapter. If you're under 18, you might skip it altogether ;-)
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Thors breathing was going ragged. Merman-Loki was nibbling at his neck now. His hands seemed to be all over his body, sometimes gently caressing, sometimes digging painfully into his flesh. The contrast was keeping him on the edge, never allowing him to relax completely. He had had no idea he would like that kind of thing, but his cock straining painfully against his pants was telling him that it felt freaking fantastic.
"Do you like my world, pet?", Merman-Loki wanted to know, his scales rubbing along Thors legs as he crawled up at him.
"It's beautiful", he replied breathlessly. It was true. The underwater world was full of magnificent corals, giant shells and plants with thousands of fish swimming around. Even the monsters – the sharks circling them, the giant octopus holding him captive, there was a certain grace to them as well. Though, admittedly, it was hard to pay them any attention at all with Loki wrapped all around him like that.
"I like what you look like", Thor muttered, eyes half closed but still watching the merman as he got lower, taking a nipple into his mouth and doing things with it.
"So... ahh... exotic."
"Oh? Tell me more."
"It fits you. There is... oohh, do that again!"
But Loki didn't do it again, instead coming up to him, gripping his head almost painfully and forcing him to look up to him.
"You do not tell me what to do, Thor!", he hissed angrily.
The god of thunder gaped at him. Loki couldn't seriously...
The merman leaned closer, lips almost touching his. "Say please."
So this was what it was about. Thor felt the corner of his mouth twitch. "Please."
Loki just gave him a blank stare. "Not good enough", he decided, before going back to caressing his arms.
Thor groaned as he realized every time he displeased the god, he would start back at the beginning. He honestly didn't think he could take that.
"It fits you", he tried again, "because there is so much more to you then what meets the eye. A thousand truths, indeed. Whoever you are... my brother, my friend, my companion in battle, my enemy... my love... Every time I see you, you take my breath away. You are gorgeous in any role but seeing you like this... it makes it so much more obvious, how special you are. I like it. I like it very much."
Loki had halted in his movements and for a moment just gazed into his eyes. His face was neutral. Thor tried to read some kind of answer in them but it was fruitless. How could his brother even stay this composed? He felt a pang of disappointment at the thought that what they were doing here didn't move Loki at all.
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Loki stared into those blue orbs, glazed over with the dream his brother saw and searched for any sign of deception or manipulation. There was none. He didn't think Thor was even aware of the true meaning of his words. Not only was he referring to Lokis true form as something to be desired. He also effectively told him that he thought Loki, with his magic and his looks and his way of thinking in general, he was special. Not different or weaker or monstrous but special. Exotic, he called it. It would be such a terrible cliche. Special, that's what Frigga had called him when he came complaining about being called a freak by other children his age. It was a weak excuse. It was one of the cruelest lies ever told to him, and he had been told quite a few cruel lies. You're not a monster. You're just special.
But hearing Thor say these same words, Loki actually felt the intend behind them. He meant it. For him, Loki really was special and he liked that he was special. He wouldn't have him any other way. Loki had never before felt this accepted, this wanted not despite, but because of what he was.
Following his instinct, Loki leaned down to kiss Thor. Really kiss him, firmly but gently at the same time.
It was strange, he thought, as Thor welcomed him into his mouth, letting his silvertongue do its work. Their kisses seemed to be a series of first times. The first time they had touched at all when Thor had confessed to him. The first time Thor had forced his way in Nidavellir. The first time Loki had initiated when his brother asked him to.
For Loki, this was the first kiss that meant something for him.
Outside, it began to rain.
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Thor was left dazed when Loki finally let go of him. That kiss had been... different. Though there had been authority, there was little passion. Instead, it made a different kind of warm spread in his chest. For the first time, he felt like Loki cared. Like he did actually understand what it meant for Thor to give himself up to him and acknowledged his effort in earnest. For a tiny moment, Thor felt loved. It made his heart thumb wildly, his gaze desperately searching in those green eyes for confirmation. If Loki returned even a fraction of his feelings...
But Lokis face was already dissolving, his pale body turning into sea foam.
"Loki!", he gasped and reached out for the merman, not wanting to let him go. It was only then that he realized that he could move his hands again. The octopus had dissolved together with his brother. All the fish fled the scene and a new current carried him around. Thor was caught in a maelstrom. He flung himself around wildly for a few seconds. All the water was being sucked into a tiny hole on the ground. Thor too was being squeezed into it and before he knew what was happening he was sitting on the ground, back in the forest again. Only that it wasn't the same forest. It was a jungle with the strangest flowers in the brightest colours everywhere. The air was hot and damp and a thousand noises could be heard in the background, from the songs of strange birds to the howling of wild animals in the distance.
Thor was still in the process of admiring his surroundings when he found that the illusion also held some not so pleasant additions: insects. They were crawling up his legs and into his pants and he couldn't shake them off.
Suddenly he heard a light laugh just close enough to be audible but not near enough to see somebody hiding behind all the green.
"Not like that, Thor", the soft voice called out. "I want you to strip."
Thor stiffened, searching for the bodiless voice. "Seriously?"
"Oh yesss."
The god of thunder moved in a circle. He thought that snake hanging from the branch had green eyes similar to Lokis but he couldn't be sure.
The bugs were crawling up again, threatening to get into his underpants.
"Okay, okay!", he said hurriedly. His face was bright red.
It was awkward, doing this in such an open place. He felt as if a thousand eyes were watching him from the scenery when in truth, he knew it was just Loki. He would've much preferred actually seeing him.
At last, Thor chose a random direction, facing the tree he had heard the voice last coming from. Loki clearly meant to humiliate him and Thor was embarrassed but he also he saw it as a chance. If he could make a good show, maybe he could lure Loki out of his hiding place. He desperately wanted to go back to what they'd been doing.
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Loki watched in amusement as Thor slowly drew his hand over his chest, down his prominent abs and to his waistline. It seemed he was preparing for a show. With a mischievous grin, Loki grabbed a small Midgardian camera he had noticed on a shelf, turned it on and positioned it so it would catch Thors performance. Then he grabbed himself a chair and sat down under the shelf the camera was on to properly enjoy the show.
Thor kicked off his boots first. There was no sexy way of taking off your socks but Thor tried by tuning around and offering his (rather nice) ass to Loki when bending down. He stretched a bit when he came up again, his toned body presenting all those delicious sun-kissed muscles to him.
Loki sighed and reached down to open his pants just as Thor turned around again with a smirk.
The god of thunder lowered his hands to his belt, audibly clicking it open. Loki felt his breath quicken as something hot and tight coiled in his lower abdomen. He was glad that his illusion was absolute. He had full control over what Thor saw or heard. He could even control his sensations a bit, making nonexistent textures feel real but it was hard when he wasn't concentrating.
Thor was pulling out his belt with slow, deliberate movements. Lokis hand found its way into his pants, enveloping his hardening length. He leaned back and suppressed a moan as he began caressing himself to the sight of his brother stripping for him.
"Damn it, I'm making eyes at a fucking tree", Thor growled as he let his pants drop to the floor. His erection was now clearly visible through the fabric of his last piece of clothing.
Loki chuckled over the noise of rain splashing violently against the windows and allowed his words to carry through to his brother.
"Yes, you're such a dirty whore, aren't you? So eager to get my cock shoved up your ass."
Thor was getting redder with every word he said, whenever it was because of embarrassment or anger wasn't clear.
"Loki...", he growled warningly, but his brother had no mercy for him.
"Oh, you'll have to beg for it, my pet. Show me... Show me how eager you are..."
Thor hesitated for a second before finally, reluctantly, removing his underpants, showing off his pulsing erection for the whole world (and the camera) to see. In the distance, thunder could be heard growling.
Involuntary, Lokis grip around his own shaft tightened at the sight and he drew in a sharp breath. The sight of his brother so hard for him made him shudder with lust. He reached to the shelf to turn the camera off and quickly magicked the rest of his clothing away. He didn't need it any longer.
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There was a noise behind him and Thor turned around quickly, searching for his brother. He felt seriously tortured right now and if Loki didn't show himself soon...
Suddenly Thor felt a weight on his back as he was pounced by something big. He stumbled forward, falling onto a formation of what he had believed to be rocks but turned out to be so heavily layered with moss it was quite soft.
"Loki", he gasped, turning his head just enough to see a great wild cat of prey sitting on him, four paws digging into his skin with sharp claws and green eyes staring at him hungrily. Thor rolled over so the cat, a black panther with fur soft as silk, gazing at him predatory, was holding him captive with its paws positioned on either side of him.
For a moment Thor just stared wide-eyed. Then something long and soft that he recognized quite shocked to be the panther's tail wrapped around his cock tightly and he gasped loudly.
It was just a second that he had closed his eyes but as he opened them again, the panther had morphed into Loki. A naked Loki. Well, a naked Loki with round cat ears, black silky fur, sharp teeth, claws and a long tail wrapped around his cock.
Thor gave a long moan as he took in Lokis new, exotic appearance.
"By the Norns, Loki, you're driving me mad", he growled, reaching up to grasp a hand full of hair in his neck.
"Well, that was the purpose the whole time", Cat-Loki whispered and leaned down to further torment that sweet spot he'd found at Thors throat.
"You are... aaah... The most beautiful creature... ooh... in the whole nine realms!"
"You are a sick pervert to enjoy this", Loki decided and gave his cock a small squeeze as if in punishment. Thor gasped loudly and grabbed Lokis hips, trying to push him down and get more friction. But his brother wasn't interested in giving him any release anytime soon. His tongue, far too large for any Aesir, was mapping his chest, his soft fur sometimes caressing his skin gently, only to leave it at the mercy of his claws drawing blood a moment later.
Thor shuddered as he was assaulted by pain and pleasure time and time again. He tried to grab Loki, to push him were he really wanted him but his actions only made his brother growl angrily. A moment later thick vines with viscous thorns wrapped around his wrists, raising his arms and rendering him helpless once again.
"I told you to keep your hands off me, pet."
"But Loki", Thor all but whined. "This feels unbelievable. I want more of it!"
"You like it when I touch you like this?", Cat-Loki purred, drawing a long claw from the base of his neck all the way down over his chest to his lower abdomen, only to lean down and kiss and lick over the trail of blood. It didn't hurt very much and with his cock still enveloped in Lokis tail, not getting any friction whatsoever, he was desperate for any kind of touch.
"Aaahh, yes", he managed to get out. "Please, don't stop."
"What else do you like, brother?"
"I want you between my legs", Thor finally growled. "I want you to touch my cock. To take it into your mouth!"
"Oh?" Cat-Loki nuzzled the base of his neck, one paw gently running up and down the inside of his tight. "So very demanding. For that you have to be a very good pet. You have to beg a lot more. Right now, I really don't think you are that deserving of my attention."
Thor growled in frustration.
"Please!", he called out, "Please, Loki, just touch me already, give me release, come on!"
But Cat-Loki just looked at him blankly. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees. "That's not begging", he scolded. "You are demanding yet again – as you always do. But I will have none of your attitude."
And then he was back to kissing his arms again.
Thor wanted to kill something.
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Despite his best efforts, Loki felt his concentration begin to waver. It was already around one and half an hour since they had entered the room and despite him claiming otherwise, Thors struggles did turn him on. He liked it when he fought, to escape him as well as to get him closer. He also found he quite liked to hurt his brother physically. Not enough to make him actually suffer, but just enough to see his skin tainted by beautiful red drops of blood. Loki should probably be worried about this new sadistic desire but Thor wasn't exactly complaining. Not about that part, anyway. If the thunderstorm that was brewing together beyond the windows was any indication, he seemed quiet aroused by it himself.
Loki also had no desire at all to allow Thors cock anywhere near his mouth. He found the prospect quite revolting, even if it would do the job of driving him further towards the edge. No, he would make Thor come by fucking him alone without anyone ever touching his erection. Loki had a magical ribbon wrapped tightly around his precious piece that would not allow him to come, regardless of how much pleasure he felt, until Loki took it away and allowed him to spill. Suppressing his natural desire, it would make the final orgasm all the more intense. His switching between teasing his most sensitive spots and then disrupting for either pain or no touching at all served the same purpose. He was driving Thor towards the edge agonizing slowly but Loki knew he could not do so much longer. Thors expression, constantly changing between lustful, pained, demanding and begging had left the god of deceit hard as well and it took all his self-control not to lower himself on this delicious body and rut against his brother like the animal he was currently pretending he was. What was worse, however, was that keeping up the illusion was becoming harder with every passing second. Already he had had to cut off the auditory effects, making the birds and animal noise disappear. Thor didn't seem to notice, making quite some noise himself but Loki knew he had to be careful.
He was concentrating so hard to keep up the illusion, some other parts of his magic started to fail him. Random patches of his skin turned blue for seconds, only to revert back again. When Loki first noticed this, he had to suppress a feeling of true horror. This had never happened to him before when bedding a maiden. Of course, he had never used this elaborate magic in bed either. Lokis Aesir form was an actual shape-shift, not an illusion. It was supposed to be permanent but Loki was severely exhausting his magic for hours without break and it was beginning to show.
Quickly he made a decision. He would not allow Thor to see him in his true form but neither did he want to dispel the illusion. It gave him a sense of security, the knowledge that it would never happen again, that none of this was real. If it was not real then everything was allowed.
The god of lies summoned a dagger to his hand. He could not risk touching Thor in his true form, not when his skin would burn his. To prevent this, he would mark the god of thunder as his own tonight. Though Loki had demanded they never speak of this again so nobody would find out, had even made an effort to shield them from Heimdalls view, he found in this moment that he did not care any longer. He would not allow his heritage to stand in the way of him taking Thor, of claiming him in every way imaginable. Even if it meant giving up one of the most powerful weapons his race possessed.
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Thor felt Lokis sharp cat fangs bite down everywhere on his body. His claws were piercing his flesh as well, leaving little love marks on his skin. This time he didn't stop at his stomach and Thor took care not to let a single noise escape his lips. His resolve was tested as Cat-Loki reached his tights, leaving a mark on either side of his cock but not touching his member directly. And then the damn bastard moved further down his legs and Thor couldn't suppress a vulgar volley of curses. Cat-Loki simply chuckled at him. He had just planted a piercing kiss on Thors right foot when his tail gave his erection another squeeze, making the god of thunder gasp.
Then Cat-Loki was on him again, straddling his lap and pressing their groins together. Thor gave a growl that was almost feral in its nature and bucked his hips.
"So impatient, my pet", Cat-Loki purred. There was blood on his lips and on his claws as well, as he gently caressed the fine line of blonde hair on Thors stomach going downwards.
"I-I am", Thor agreed. He did not care for honour or dignity anymore. "Please, Loki... You have tortured me enough. I'll do anything... but please...!"
Cat-Loki began moving, rubbing his own hard cock against the base of Thors member and his sack agonizing slowly. Thor was so relieved to finally have some kind of friction, he didn't even notice when Cat-Loki slipped a finger wet from blood past his tight ring of muscles.
"Please what?", Cat-Loki purred seductively and pinched his nipple with the hand that wasn't busy sliding in another finger.
He didn't leave Thor a chance to answer though as he leaned forward for a kiss. At first the blonde growled at the loss of friction, but Cat-Lokis skilled tongue soon made him forget about it. His brother kissed him as if he wanted to devour him. He felt himself be stretched as Cat-Loki scissored his fingers and it should bother him but it really didn't. He was long past that point by now, the pain was nothing compared to the torture that laid behind him.
Suddenly Thor gasped as his brother hit something incredible inside of him. He stared at the other male with shock and desire clearly visible on his face. Cat-Loki merely smiled knowingly at hit that same spot again. Thors body jerked violently, not knowing whenever to get away or impale himself further.
Cat-Loki drew back his fingers. His cock brushed ever so slightly over Thors as he leaned over to whisper in his ear:
"Beg for it."
And so Thor begged. He begged with the desperation of a starving man, with tears in his eyes and a whine on his lips.
"Please, please, Loki, release me, I want your wonderful cock inside of me, I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard like there's no tomorrow, please, I beg you!"
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Loki grinned as he heard his brothers desperate cries. He was oh so eager to comply too – he didn't think he would've been able to hold on much longer himself. The god of lies positioned himself at Thors entrance and then, without further preparation, thrust into him violently.
Thor let out a scream of pain, magnified tenfold by a roar of thunder outside. Loki was everything but gentle. He allowed himself to rest in that blissfully tight cavern for a couple of seconds, relishing in this dominating act. Then he started moving, not taking care of Thors cursing as he thrust into him repetitively. The feeling was... unbelievable. It was better then anything he had ever experienced before. The tightness around his cock, the sweet friction of his thrusts coupled with the sight of his proud and glorious brother wriggling underneath him was filling him with elation.
Thor was obviously in pain but he endured it like a man, trying in vain to relax. Only when it seemed he'd gotten somewhat used to the intrusion did Loki change his angle, hitting that point that made his brother see stars.
Thor let out a deep moan. His muscles temporally tightened around Loki, causing his concentration to slip for a moment and his hands holding Thors hips turned blue.
"Yes, right there... oohh, Loki!"
Loki cursed inwardly as he lost his grasp on his magic. He knew he had not yet exhausted his reserves but it was as if it was running wildly without his consent. He dropped the jungle illusion Thor was caught in and concentrated on just fucking him, driving his cock against that sweet point time and time again. His brother was very vocal in his approval, moaning his name loudly and wrapping his legs around Lokis lower body in an attempt to get him to thrust deeper.
With a devious little smirk, Loki decided the blonde was having far too much fun and slowed down, his thrust coming slow but deliberate and deeper as before.
Thor actually gave a whimper at that, a sweet, humiliating sound that Loki would remember forever and caused him to stop altogether, staring down at his brother hungrily. At some point the temperature in the room had dropped to sub-zero. Small crystals of ice were forming on Thors eyelashes, which the same didn't seem to notice at all.
"Please, Loki, please fuck me, fuck me harder!"
Tonight, he was getting enough blackmail material to last him for centuries.
Loki sped up again, feeling the desire curl to a tight knot in his lower abdomen. His magic was getting out of control, lashing out at his surroundings as if answering the thunderstorm outside. He felt joined to Thor on a level that had nothing to do with their physical act. He felt the connection to his brothers mind still strong from the hours he had trapped him in his fantasy, felt his magic reach out for the other god to unite their powers. Mind, body and magic – it seemed so natural for Lokis heart to take a leap as well.
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Thor wasn't sure if this was Valhalla or Helheim, but he was pretty certain that at some point he must've died and ended up in either. Even now Loki was still torturing him, pounding into him roughly, shaking his entire body, only to slow down again, bringing him sweet pleasure but far too slowly for his liking. When Loki almost haltered his movement for the second time in favour of placing soft kisses all over his chest, Thor managed to pay attention to his surroundings again for the first time. They were not in the jungle anymore and there was nothing cat-like about his brother now, though he must have missed the change. He actually felt the pillows underneath him but there was still something... off. The room around them was flickering, colours all merging together. Thor raised his hips to meet Lokis next thrust and as he did so, the scenery around him changed to a greenfield amongst snow covered mountains for just a second. Thors restrains had fallen apart and so when he reached up to run his hands over Lokis pale shoulder blades, he caused the other to shudder and his image flickered, temporally resembling Merman-Loki again. Now it were Lokis eyes that were glazed over. They were lying on a wild wasteland in one moment, a geyser shooting up hot water next to them as Thors hand dared grazing over Lokis nipple. The next second they were in the dark forest of the fens, fen fire dancing all around them. They were in the skies, lying amongst story clouds, lighting playing above their heads. Loki was a translucent ghost in one moment and a flaming fire demon in the next. He was a Vanir with white skin and pointed ears and a delicate Light Elf with silvery eyes boring into his.
A thousand truths he showed him but never the one he really wanted to see.
Thor grabbed Loki by the base of his neck, demanding he look him into the eyes. He thought he saw the other's lips quiver but he wasn't sure.
"I love you", he whispered because he felt Loki had stopped fucking him in favour of making love and as agonizing as it was it also raised him on a cloud far above any that he could reach through pleasure alone.
"I don't", Loki muttered back. And then he kissed him, kissed him with just the right combination of passion and gentleness that he was sure he was lying.
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Loki felt his desire coil painfully in his abdomen and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. Though he shared the highest form of intimacy with his brother that was possible, it suddenly felt less... restraining. Less forbidden. There had always been specks of doubt in Lokis every movement through the night but Thor had endured all of him and was still crying out his name. At last, the god of lies felt there was nothing he had to hide anymore.
Loki picked up his speed, thrusting into Tho again and taking care to hit his sweet spot.
"Come for me, brother", he whispered into his ear.
Loki dissolved the magical ribbon still in place around Thors member and grabbed it with his hand. Thor let out a final gasp and then he came, Lokis name on his lips. His muscles clenched around Lokis cock and a moment later, he felt waves of pleasure run over him. His skin was entirely blue now, red eyes closed as he spilled his seed into his willing brother. Around them the world exploded in colours. They were lying on the rainbow bridge, planets and stars circling them and fiery meteors raining down all around, setting the sky ablaze.
Eventually, the energy started to leave him. He slid out of Thor, but his brother wouldn't allow him to pull back entirely. Instead he felt his lips on his in a kiss. A sweet and loving kiss, an honest thank you for all the things he'd been shown, all the pleasure he'd received – but also a desperate kiss, for he knew it would be the last one. Loki replied with equal fervour and allowed Thor to wrap his arms around him with their legs still entangled.
The god of lies gave a small, contented sigh and relaxed in the arms of his brother. There would be time for more mind games and piecing words later – right now, he felt far too satisfied to shove Thor off his pink little cloud. For now, he would allow himself to relish in his brother's love.
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Thor gazed at his little brother lovingly, playing with a strand of his black hair. At last, Loki had turned into his Jotun form. His azure blue skin clashed horribly with Thors bronze one. The thunderer actually felt a little out of place – undeserving of this beauty in his arms. This unblemished blue skin, adorned with delicate dark ridges here and there, it was perfect. Thor wasn't sure if Loki was even aware that he'd turned Jotun. He did not mean to inform him. He wanted to admire his true form a little longer, certain that he wouldn't see it again for a long time.
Unfortunately, this meant he didn't last long against the temptation of kissing that skin. He hadn't been allowed to touch Loki all night and now, while the younger male was still in a daze, it might be his only chance to taste that blue skin. Slowly he started kissing Lokis shoulders, his throat, his upper arms.
Eventually, the god of mischief moved to face him and when Thor dared to look up, he met ruby eyes staring at him with a raised eyebrow. The god of thunder prepared himself for another scolding – he was to keep his hands off, dammit – but instead, a mischievous smiled curled around his lips and as he heard his next words, Thors breath caught.
"Ready for the next round, brother?"
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AN: Unfortunately, this fanfiction is abandonned but up for adoption. If you're interested, let me know.
I hope you enjoyed it!