Disclaimer: I don't own any of the MARVEL-characters.

Warnings: AU, incest, slash, Scumbag!Odin, cursing, slight Dub!Con, explicit scenes and language.

Rating: M!

AN: I noticed that the first chapter was just one long text. There was no indication of a new part. That wasn't supposed to happen. I made sure that that problem is fixed here. Sorry for that! Thanks to everyone that reviewed, alerted this story and added it to their favorites. Here is part two so enjoy!

Bend and Break

Part Two

Coming home, Loki could sense the dread hanging in the air. He watches his mother take out her earrings before bidding them a goodnight. Thor stands awkwardly in the living room, but eventually he locks himself away in his bedroom as well. That leaves Loki and Odin. The son eyes his father questioningly: what are you going to do to me?

Odin's face is white. His lips are thin and his hands are balled into fists.

"Thrilling party," Loki says when the silence becomes too heavy, "we should do that more often."

Without any warning, Odin punches him in the face and Loki stumbles back, instinctively grabbing his hurting nose. When he looks at his hands, he finds them wet with blood. It's been a while since Odin hit him this hard. He assumes he had it coming.

"I warned you, Loki," Odin hisses, not even sorry for what he did, "Tony Stark is a wealthy, influential man and you embarrassed not only yourself, but all of us."

Loki wiggles his nose and straightens his back. He looks directly into his father's cold, uncaring eyes. "It's all about our image, isn't it? Sorry to break it to you, but everyone already knows what a fucked-up family you have."

Odin raises his hand again – ready to hit his youngest son a second time – but Loki backs away and holds up his hands protectively. The hit doesn't come, but Odin is still steaming with anger. Honestly, if he doesn't breathe any time soon, Loki suspects he might actually burst with anger. Now that would be hilarious.

"Get out of my sight!" Odin barks.

Loki does so. He locks the door of his bedroom behind him. It feels good to be alone. It means he doesn't have to keep up pretenses. It's not like he's going to break down now. He just feels relief that the day is over. He touches his nose and makes sure it isn't broken. Then he drops down on his bed and he doesn't even bother to take off his clothes.

He falls asleep easily, but it's the mornings that are hard. When he wakes, he groans. He is hung-over and his face hurts. Before going down for breakfast, he checks himself in the mirror. His right eye is entirely black and his nose is thick and swollen. He's looked worse so he goes down without any shame.

His mother greets him and then stares at him for a moment with the faintest hint of concern in her eyes. Then she focuses back on her newspaper without any comment. Thor is there as well. He stops mid-swallow when he sees his little brother. Loki grins and then winks at him.

Luckily, Odin has already gone to work. It means it will be a quiet morning. Frankly, days are always better when their father is not around. Mostly, they leave each other in peace.

Loki takes some toast with butter and drinks a cup of coffee.

"Fandral is throwing a party tomorrow," Thor says, trying to sound casual. Loki doesn't miss the fact that his brother is constantly staring at him. "Everyone will be there. Sif is coming back from France today so she'll be there. Are you going?"

"Probably." Loki never liked Thor's friends, but he had to admit that they threw great parties. The alcohol was free and the people present were actually not bad looking. Loki wouldn't miss it in the world.

"Cool."

~ o ~

The real party only starts after two. The boring people have left by then and the remaining ones are drunk. Loki is dancing with some dude he doesn't know. He already took enough drugs for one night so he turns to alcohol instead. It is safe to say that Loki is no longer from this world.

The music grows louder and the guy keeps closing in on Loki. After a few seconds, he finds himself in the guy's arms, his ass being assaulted by a pair of hands. Loki pushes them away, but the guy is fucking persistent!

"Come on," he tries to seduce Loki, "you like this."

"No." Loki tries to push the guy away, but he's drunk and he can't tell the difference between up and down. "You're too rough, too…moronic. I actually don't like you at all."

The guy starts sucking his neck and slowly works his ways to his jaw. "You're playing hard to get. Cute."

"Noooo." Loki wishes he could sound stronger, but the word gets dragged out and loses its entire meaning and purpose. The guy doesn't stop, but is actually wiggling his hand down Loki's pants now. "Stop!"

The guy chuckles. "Come on, Loki, you are enjoying this."

Loki's head hurts and he feels sick and tired. He attempts to push the guy away again, but of course it's pointless. Then someone else pushes the guy and this time, the stranger falls to the ground. He seems shocked and completely humiliated.

"My brother said no, you perv," Thor says angrily.

Loki turns around to look at his brother. He's grinning and he throws his arms around him. "You saved me!"

"Yes and you are wasted!"

"That I am," Loki replies slowly, "I need another drink."

"No. Come on, Loki." Thor guides him away from the room and Loki isn't sure where they are going. Eventually, they arrive in a bedroom – Fandral's bedroom. It's spotless. Even the bed is still made. It's a miracle a couple hasn't found its way to this place yet.

"Sit down," Thor orders. He has to push Loki down since he kinda lost the understanding of the English language at this point. "Look at yourself."

"I'm usually very pretty, Thor," Loki slurs as he closes his eyes, "that's what people tell me anyway. The black eye ruins my looks."

Thor sighs. He removes Loki's shoes and helps him lay down. "That's not what I meant."

"I'm out of pills," Loki says then. It's a realization that just came to him and he simply must do something about that. He stares into Thor's eyes. "Can I borrow something?"

"I don't do drugs," Thor states.

"Ha," he laughs, "but Sif does! I know you carry for her." When he needs to, he can still move surprisingly swift. He grabs into Thor's pocket and quickly finds what he's looking for. Thor doesn't even bother to stop him. He watches Loki take a pill with a faint disappointing look on his face.

"Sleep it off," Thor grumbles and he moves to leave the room.

"No, stay!" Loki nearly begs. He takes Thor's hand and pulls him down. Thor clearly hesitates for a moment – thinking that his friends and his girlfriend are downstairs – but then he gives in and he sits on the edge of the bed. Loki doesn't let go of his hand. In fact, he pulls Thor even closer to him. "You liked it when I kissed you, didn't you?"

Thor pulls himself free, looking incredibly annoyed.

"I'm not joking," Loki says. Then again, he doesn't really know what he is saying so let alone know whether he means it or not. Honestly, he has not been this drunk in months. "Let's do it again."

"No, Loki."

If you ask a hundred people to describe Loki Odinson, then ninety of those will use the words arrogant, dickhead, junkie and fucked-up brat. They would also say he is incredibly stubborn. Such is the case now. Loki sits up and starts to kiss Thor's necks, then moves to his jaw and eventually reaches his mouth. On any other day, things would end here, but Loki is beyond drunk and Thor is a bit drunk as well.

Thor moves further into the bed and Loki throws his legs around Thor's hips. He is straddling him and he can feel Thor's hardness beneath him. It makes him smile that he has such a quick effect on him. Loki pulls Thor's shirt over his head and allows his hands to rub over his golden skin. Thor moans, pleased and aroused.

When their kisses break apart, it's because they need some air. They use the opportunity to get rid of some more clothes. Loki pushes down Thor's pants and removes his own. He quickly moves back to straddling his own brother.

It's wrong and disgusting, but it kinda feels good.

"Loki," Thor whispers his name and Loki absolutely adores it.

It makes him feel wanted. It makes him feel good about himself. So they continue to fuck each other. It's a mess of different feelings and emotions, but in the end all Loki feels is a burning sensation. It's a good burn and he can only watch as Thor comes undone beneath him. He grins wickedly when they're done and he rolls off of his brother's lap. He feels a little less drunk now.

"I knew you would fuck me if I asked you to."

Thor stands up and dresses himself. Loki feels himself falling asleep. For a moment, Thor looks like he wants to say something, but then he shuts his mouth and quickly leaves the bedroom. Loki crawls underneath the covers and dreams of nothing. Those are his best dreams.

~ o ~

Loki and Thor say nothing about what happened at Fandral's party. When they meet each other the next evening for dinner, they greet each other properly and then continue to bicker as they always do. Frigga eats her meal quietly, chewing each bite over fifteen times. Odin is reading a newspaper. As always, it shows how little everyone is interested in each other.

"So how is Sif?" Frigga suddenly asks. She takes a careful sip of her red wine.

"Great, just great," Thor replies, smiling faintly, "she had a blast in France. Her parents are planning to return their in the fall."

"I bet she had a sexy French lover," Loki interjects, a devilish grin on his face.

Frigga ignores him – as does Thor.

"They do say it's a very lovely country," their mother says.

The conversation ends there and Loki can't stop himself from rolling his eyes. He can't believe they survived as a family for so long. Their conversations last about thirty seconds and they insult each other every other sentence. Actually...Loki insults everyone ever other sentence. It's still a miracle they have dinner together every evening.

"Well, this has been a lovely meal," he says, standing, "but I have plans and-"

"Sit down," Odin orders, not even looking up from his paper.

Loki looks at his father evenly. "But I'm done."

"Sit. Down!" Odin does look up now. His blue eyes are cold and distant. It's his usual look and Loki can't help but hate it. It honestly is no wonder why he wants to go against his father all the time. "I am not going to repeat myself again."

The tension in the air could cut diamond. Thor is looking expectantly at his brother, his eyes pleading him to sit down. Frigga is looking at her wine as if she is contemplating on chugging it all down at once. Or maybe she thinks she could somehow drown in it.

Loki decides to sit down again. He'll obey Odin for now, mostly because he is not in the mood for a second black eye. But Loki wouldn't be Loki if he didn't defy his father in some way. A grin spreads across his face as he now knows how he wants to push his father's buttons.

"So how much money did Asgard Industries loose today?" He asks. It could have been a simple and honest question, but he adds amusement to his voice which earns him a glare from Odin. "I am reading in the newspapers that you're taking quite the hit."

Odin merely says, "Don't talk about business you know nothing about."

"You don't have to know the business to realize that your company is drowning like the Titanic." He takes his glass of wine and drinks it empty. He pours himself more. He can see that Frigga wants to do the same. "There are whispers that it's actually all your fault."

Thor shoots him a warning glance. "Be quiet, Loki," he whispers harshly.

Loki completely ignores his brother. "So how incompetent are you feeling right now? You suck at being a father and now you suck at being a CEO. Next thing you know, you suck at being a husband!" He turns to Frigga, knowing perfectly well that he is crossing a million lines here. "Does he still please you in bed?"

Frigga blushes.

"Enough!" Odin stands, his face filled with rage. "Get out of my sight!"

Loki drinks the rest of his wine and stands up victoriously. "See? Was that so hard? You could have avoided all this if you had simply let me leave the table earlier."

Thor buries his face in his hands.

Loki only grins when he exits the dining room.