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As Thor laid waiting for Loki to return with his food he began to think of all of his earliest memories. Most of Thor's memories' from childhood where blurred, maybe a few here and there. For most of the young mans life was spent in a dimly light apartment building in New York. His life with Loki was not one most people would want to have seeing that Loki had the tendencies of an over bearing sadist. The older man was quite a character.

He had a head full of thick midnight hair which fell gracefully to the small of his back which Thor had the privilege of touching maybe once or twice. His green eyes where not only cold but they had the power to detect anything about a person in seconds, a tall lean body. His body was a creamy porcelain collection due to the face he tried to avoid the sunlight as much as possible. His body seemed to glide whenever he took a step. In Thor's opinion he was inhumanly handsome.

Even though his outer exterior was attractive what lie beneath that was what inside flawed him mostly: His personality.

The man had much of an anger issue. It seemed like the slightest things would send him over the edge into what Thor would call the 'Black out mode'. That's exactly what Loki would do he would go into a complete rage which would take a while for him to be able to come down from. Loki was so 'protective' of his beloved that he had forced the younger man to live in a cramped bedroom with no way of leaving the home. At all. Thor was able to walk around the apartment as he pleased but he had to tell Loki what room he would be in and why.

A home is where you feel safe and loved not like a caged animal.

Even if he didn't like his living space he had no choice but to deal with it.

This was the only life he as ever known!

From a very young age Thor was brain-washed into thinking that Loki was his everything. Taught that in order to survive in this world all he needed was the older man. Thor was not like most people his age though, while most went to school and got an education his days where spent either sleeping or catering to Loki's every need. Forced to kneel beside the mans large plush chair as he ate his meal.

Even though he didn't attend regular school Loki would take a few hours from his day to teach his younger brother about: Science, mythology, English and anything else he found suitable.

On very rare occasions Loki would take him down the busy streets of New York down to his workplace. That was the only time that Thor would ever get any human contact other than Loki. Due to the fact he had spent too many years isolated from the rest of the world Thor had picked up a fear of being around people. Especially the strange men at Loki's work place. They would always look at the young blonde like some piece of meat on sale. Maybe they where not aware of the fact he was indeed a guy. He did look quite like a female, especially when Loki would make him wear these rather poufy and full dresses. It was more a disguise than anything. A disguise from who exactly? He did not know. All he knew was that when Loki would go and buy him a new dress He had to suck it up and put on the dress. If he refused Loki would explain to him how much he had paid for the dress also would get another spanking on his already abused arse.

Thor had always wondered what it would be like to have a normal life. Maybe have some friends, go to public school, a family to care for him. He knew that would never happen though. While Thor continued thinking of his fantasy life he never heard the creak of the door being pushed open as Loki entered carrying a large metal plate in one hand while a glass of low fat milk in the other. With a clearing of his scratchy throat Loki managed to snap Thor from his day dreaming.

He handed the food to the hungry young man and watched as he began to dig in. On the plate rested enough food to fill a small child: exactly five seedless green grapes, two surprisingly large blue berry pancakes, a sliced up banana and to finish it off a baked potato. To anyone that may seem like no food at all but to Thor this was a full meal. The poor boy was not getting enough meat in his daily eating routine. He was at that age where his body needed red meat not just small finger foods. How Thor managed to weight 168 pounds surprised Loki, due to the fact he gave the younger such small portions. Thor's body came accustom to such small portions along time ago.

Loki watched intently as Thor started with eating his entire grape than moving toward the pancakes which he ate by hand instead of any utensils. Usually the two would sit at the kitchen table to eat but Loki decided this would be more comfortable. Thor had a habit of liking his fingers which in Loki's opinion was not only disgusting but strangely appealing. His blonde curls framed his beautiful face even if they where unkempt and in need of a washing.

Thor could feel Loki's gaze analyzing him inside and out. He looked up between bites at the older man with a curious gaze. Nothing but lust and curiosity settles deep within those green eyes. Much to Thor's displeasure Loki began to let out annoyed sighs as he waited for him to hurry up and finish his meal. It was not long before Thor placed his now empty plate on the floor beside the bed, which could be taken care of later on. The air it the roomed seem to get extremely tense. To break the silence, Thor looked at a near by clock which showed that it was already 7:19. Already? Time seemed to fly by. Loki traveled Thor's gazed and let out a soft sigh as he began to pace back and forth thinking.

"I think it's time for a nice bath. Don't you think?" He questioned.

"Yes. I suppose, it is time."

"I will get the water ready, Darling." And with that Loki strolled out of the room and into the bathroom turning on the hot water. The tub was a rather large one, it could feel at least two people comfortably. As the water rushed out of the faucet he dipped his fingers into it making sure that it was at a good temperature.

Luke warm.

He reached up above the toilet to retrieve some of Thor's bath time products. All different type of shampoos and conditioners'. He found a large purple and white plastic cylinder bottle which read: Johnson's Soothing Vapor Bath. He popped the top and watched as the soothing water started forming bubbles in it.

His relaxation was interrupted by the sound of clothes hitting the tile floor. In that instant he whipped his head around so fast he was dizzy for a mere second. Before him stood Thor, with nothing to cover his parts except a large green towel. He shyly looked at Loki and gestured for me to turn around. He complied albeit reluctantly. Loki did not take orders. But, just this once.

A few minutes passed by. In that time Loki mined the ends of his hair, some of the ends were split. At the sound of sloshing water he turned back around just in time to catch a glimpse of Thor's small yet perfectly plump rear before the majority of his body became submerged in the water. Internally he groaned.

His blonde hair sticking to his swan line neck, his hands lay flat against the top of his head. In that moment Loki reached for one of the bottles of shampoo and placed it under Thors nose and waited as the younger man took a long sniff and smiled slightly due to the pleasant smell.

"That smells rather nice!" he announced in a child like voice.

Loki began to chuckle deep in his throat. He squirted the white shampoo on top of the blondes head likening the feeling of the soft golden locks between his slender fingers. The only sound of water splashing occasionally echoed through the bathroom. Once Loki had managed to pull the shower head down to get out any traces of shampoo left in Thors head he tangled his fingers in the wet hair. Thor still kept his guard up he didn't know what the older man would try and do. A new smell came in contact with Thors nose, it smelled like some type of honey or maybe it was possibly flower scented conditioner. He could not pin point it exactly.

Thor was so lost in the feel of his brother washing his head he didn't even notice when Loki had glided his hands down his thighs, scraping his blunt nails up and down the smooth skin.

Thor's eyes instantly snapped open in shock. The look on Loki face looked like some type of rabid animal about to jump on its awaiting prey. His eyes where now dilated, while his black hair was still pushed back in its usual fashion. Thor began to try and move away from the hands that where moving up and down getting closer and closer to his penis.

All Thor could do was stare wide-eyed at Loki.

"Isn't this nice? I truly do love giving you a bath; it reminds me of how much you need me." Loki announced voice full of arrogance.

"Umm, do you think maybe I could wash myself?"

Before Thor could make a thought he felt a sudden pain in his scalp from Loki grabbing a handle full of his soaking wet hair.

"Do you find me unfit to do this? I try and show you a little kindness and you throw back at me that you no longer crave my help?"

"No! I just wish to wash myself for once."

With a long sigh Loki reached for a golden wash cloth they lay resting over the edge of the tub. He handed it to the younger man who dipped it in the water and used a bar of soap to his far left to clean his body. Loki watched as the washcloth roamed all areas of thors chest on occasion it would skim his pink nipples which drove Loki insane. Thor made to clean every part of his body due to the fact he like most people didn't like being dirty.

"That's enough for tonight, let's go. We have a lot to do tomorrow morning and I don't want to have to wait for you to wake up late and be sleepy." Loki said as he pulled the drain.

"Where are we going tomorrow? Are we going to see someone? Who?" the blonde asked highly excited.

He was ignored.

Loki simply walked out of the bathroom and into Thors bedroom to fix his bed and to do place the dirty dishes in the sink. Once Loki was gone Thor stepped out of the tub and wrapped the towel once more around his narrow waist. He made his way towards his bedroom looking for any sign of some new clothes he would sleep in. He found an ivory sleeping gown lay carefully over his pillow. His fingers ran over the flawless material as he pulled it over his body. It came right above his knees and was tight enough you could see the outline of his dick and the shape of his butt. He let out a sigh as he pulled back the bed comfiture and rested his head sideways, facing the wall.

The sound of footsteps informed him that Loki was making his way into the room. Loki looked down at the angel sleeping in the well made bed. His hair was slightly damp but was smoothed over the pillow. A light snore told Loki that his beloved was indeed fast asleep. With a satisfied smirk Loki back out of the room and made him way toward his own bed where he collapsed face first into the black sheets.

He needed every minute of sleep he could get; they had a very busy day ahead of them tomorrow.