In the first week of their honeymoon, Thor's asshole became slack from constant penetration. Loki's heat had made him rather insatiable plus Loki had a lot of bottled up lust to work out, among other issues. Loki made great use of the ropes Thor had brought, along with other found objects in the room. All manner of things found their way inside of Thor. Some of it was pleasurable. By the end of the week Thor began to wonder if Loki would eventually grow tired of finding new ways to humiliate him and start seeing him as a person.

It was when Thor came out of the bathroom and spied Loki sniffing a dirty sheet with Thor's spend all over it, that he felt hope. Loki was craving his scent. And while sleeping next to an alpha did help, only having an alpha spill inside of him would satisfy his body's needs. Now that the floodgate was open, Loki would have a difficult time ignoring his mating instincts.

Thor was certainly suffering, playing the part of an omega when he was an alpha. He needed to cuddle, and Loki was not up for cuddling yet. But maybe tonight would be the night. Loki's body hair was growing back. He'd never asked Thor why he'd shaved him and Thor never explained it. It was a subtle thing. He'd rubbed softening oils into Loki's skin and now that the hair was coming back Thor noticed that Loki was lamenting its return. He didn't say it with words. He simply noticed the way Loki would rub the skin on his thigh and frown.

"I want a massage." Loki said. He laid down on his stomach and Thor swallowed. His ass was exposed to him, and it was a gorgeous thing crafted by the gods. He couldn't be sure, but he though Loki was taunting him, testing him or both. Thor started at the shoulder and worked down Loki's back. When he reached his rear end, Thor kneaded the mounds of flesh, greasing them up with oil. His cock protested at holding back, and Thor thought of unsexy things to cope. He gently kneaded the cheeks apart and dipped his head down to taste him. Loki gasped when he felt Thor's tongue rake across his hole.

"Thor?"

"Shh, let me do this for you." Thor licked at that sensitive area. Loki panted, both wanting and not wanting the touch. He felt like he was surrendering and it made him angry. Thor couldn't get enough. He rubbed at the ring of muscle and pressed a finger inside. It was too much.

"No!" Loki scrambled away from him.

"Loki? What is wrong love?"

"You know damn well what is wrong! You…you…you're seducing me!"

"I should hope so. Loki, nothing is going to happen that you don't want to have happen. This is our marriage bed and what happens here is our business only. Why are you so afraid to be penetrated?"

"I'm not afraid!"

"Then what is wrong?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you." Loki got up off the bed and ran into the bathroom again. Thor sighed as he watched his progress evaporate.

He needed a break and since the marriage was technically consummated, he should be free to leave. He got dressed and for the first time in days he picked up Mjolnir and held her in his hand.

"How am I doing?" He asked it. It didn't give him a reply of course. He supposed that just being able to lift her was response enough.

"Where are you going?"

"Out. I am in need of some fresh air. Perhaps to the training grounds to practice my fighting skills. I'll be back later." Thor said.

"But we are not supposed to leave the suite."

"Why?"

"Because…tradition."

"I'll plead ignorance. See you later." Thor said and left. He was certain Loki needed the break as much as he. The intensity in the room was only diminished in the afterglow of sex. They'd spoken little since Loki seemed intent to keep closed lipped. It was irritating, how slow his progress was. He'd hoped that after a few rough fucks Loki would lower his walls, but that wasn't happening. Nor was Loki's need to dominate him. And perhaps he'd miscalculated in Loki's regard. Maybe Loki really did have an alpha sexual preference. He supposed he could live with it if he had to, but at some point Loki would have to let him penetrate him. He's the only one in the relationship that can get pregnant.

He went down to the training yards, desperate to work off some of the angst. It made him smile to see Fandral getting his ass kicked in a training match. He remembered then, what Volstagg had said about Sif being Loki's personal trainer. He sought her out, finding her beating the hell out of a new trainee.

"Lady Sif yes?" He asked, interrupting her as she pounded some poor young beta into the dirt with her spiked club.

"Yes, my liege?" She said, very formal. Thor knew why. She was a little nervous about the new management.

"I understand you are Loki's trainer yes?"

"Aye."

"Might I make some inquiries with you, of a personal nature?"

"Yes, of course." She left the ring, much to the relief of the young man covered with bruises.

"I was wondering about Loki and how he handles himself against the alphas. How does he do?"

"In his younger years he did well. He was fast and quick witted. He could spot an opening or a vulnerability faster than anyone I'd ever seen."

"But?"

"But eventually the others caught on to his tricks. The problem with training with the same people year after year is they figure out your fighting style and compensate. In many ways, Loki made better fighters out of everyone. Once that advantage was gone, Loki couldn't win. Everyone around him grew taller and broader. A single blow is all it takes now. Loki cannot hope to compete."

"Is that why you are his personal trainer? Being a female beta?"

"Aye. With me he has a hope of standing a chance, but these days his victories are only about a third of the time. He doesn't come here to train. He hasn't in years. We always train in a private area inside the palace. He got tired of being mocked for losing."

"I suppose that would explain, in part why he enjoys dominating me so." Thor said. Sif paused in her steps and gave Thor a very curious look.

"I'm letting Loki take charge of a few things that omegas don't usually do. Is there any other reason you can think of as to why Loki might be afraid of me?" Thor asked. Sif frowned and looked away.

"Aye."

"What is it?"

"It is merely a suspicion, but I know I'm right."

"What then?"

"The reason I was selected to train with him. It's not just because I'm a beta. I think I was selected specifically because I'm female. Loki used to be a better sport about losing the matches. He knew, being an omega it was bound to happen. But one day he came to the arena…he was different. He refused to lose under any circumstances and deployed magic the moment things got too rough for him. Some of the spells inflicted terrible pain upon the men. It was like he was testing to see how far he could go without killing them. Shortly thereafter our sessions began. He doesn't use magic against me."

"What is it you suspect?"

"I think someone hurt him, or at least tried to. I don't know if it was an assassination attempt or something more sinister." She looked at Thor and Mjolnir. "I am amazed he gave you consent to penetrate him." She said. Thor's face fell. He understood her meaning and it froze him inside. Thunder rolled overhead and lightning crashed nearby, spooking the soldiers.

"Who?"

"I don't know. Only Loki knows and he'll never tell. He'll never admit anything ever happened Thor."

"Thank you Sif. I now have a better understanding of my husband." Thor returned to the training yard and spent the rest of the day turning entire trees into toothpicks.