The Worst Part is when you Drink, Thor/Loki, NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I just play with them for fun, they’ll be put back in one piece I swear!
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, consent play.
Pairing: Loki/Thor one-sided
Summary: Thor doesn’t know about Loki’s little secret, or why his brother is usually in such a foul mood.
Author’s notes: Con-crit my smut, please. XD Also, note the shameless pwp. Shameless.
He’d been drinking again, Loki could smell it as soon as he walked into the room. He had a woman on each arm and was boasting about something or another, he made a move to get up and leave, but just as he did so he heard Thor’s booming drunken voice call his name. “Loki! I was just telling these two fine maidens about out exploits! Come! Join us for a tale, little brother.” Loki knew just what this meant. It meant that Thor wanted to tell a story where he bested Loki, he always did things like that. He showed off in front of others, and while usually Loki was fine with it, tonight he was in no mood.
“Afraid I’ll have to pass, brother, I was just about to head to my chambers.” He automatically responded, picking his things up and making to leave, but then he caught a hint of something in his brother’s blue eyes, a mix of hurt and anger for just a moment. He relented soon as he saw that look. His green eyes looked put out just a moment, flicking downward, as they took seats by the fire, Thor pulling both the women onto his lap. They swooned prettily and Loki felt sick. They were nothing but whores fawning over a prince. And he was proud enough to let them do it.
The stories began, Loki interjecting details when needed, taking the brunt of Thor’s attempts at humor. He watched as it worked too. The whole display made him sick. Eventually, even his love for his brother had it’s limits. They were all over one another when he finally stood to get out of their way. As he passed, Thor’s hand reached out and grabbed his cloak, Loki paused, turning his head, seeing Thor give him a strange look before winking and going back to his women. He tried to smile back, he really did, but the smile that came out was very strained, and didn’t reach his eyes.
The younger prince wove his way through the castle, making for his rooms, already nursing his hurt ego and the beginnings of a long, sleepless night. Once back to his room he began the process of removing his armor. He imagined other hands doing so, pulling his armor from his body with much more fluid movements than the half-distracted ones he was currently making. He bit his lip, nearly hard enough to split the skin, forcing himself to focus on what he was doing.
It didn’t really work. He managed to get his armor off, followed by his clothes. Bad idea. He slid into bed, his mind tormenting him with half envisioned fantasies of Thor pinning him to a wall or the floor, or Loki’s favorite guilty pleasure...
Thor was the heir to the throne, that meant he would be king someday. When they had both been younger, Thor had loved to sit on the throne and boss Loki around. It had been a game. Though now? Loki just wanted to be ordered...to do other things.
“Loki, kneel before your king.” Thor demanded imperiously, gesturing to the floor before the throne. Loki approached and knelt close enough that Thor could reach down and touch him should he choose to. Loki didn’t look up, at least until he heard Thor’s disappointed tone. “Closer, so that you may pledge fealty. Loyalty.” The look in Thor’s eyes was the same one that Loki got when everything went according to plan. Devious and perched on the edge of a wicked smile, the look suited his blonde brother.
Slowly Loki inched closer, very aware of Mjolnir sitting so close. Once closer, Thor moved closer to the edge of the throne, putting his knees on either side of Loki’s head at this point. “So, you swear loyalty, Loki Odinson?” Thor’s voice was deathly serious, making Loki drop his eyes back to the floor, as he did so…his eyes raked across Thor’s hips, his posture involuntarily shifting slightly.
His brother saw the looks of want, knew that the only time Loki knew release it wasn’t with a woman or even another man. “Do you swear?” he asked again, resting one hand on his thigh, just barely pulling on the cloth, revealing his limp cock through his pants.
He watched Loki’s eyes follow the outline hungrily as he nodded. “Yes, Thor, I swear. Loyalty til death. You know that.” He breathed, his voice quiet in the large room, unable to tear his eyes away.
Now Thor wasn’t one to take lovers of men, but Loki wasn’t fantasizing about the real Thor, now was he? As he thought more about it, his hand trailed down his chest, pausing at one nipple to pinch it before sauntering down further, across his abs and to his cock. It was already hard, just from the way his mind had taken off when Thor touched him. He wrapped his hand around the length and slowly started to stroke.
“Then prove it.” Thor said, blue eyes carefully studying Loki’s face as he tried to process what his older brother meant. Still every few moments his green eyes swept over Thor’s waistline, gaze hungry. It was that hunger that slowly made the blond Aesir harden. When Loki saw his brother’s length grow he licked his lips, leaving them slightly parted and this was all still with clothes on. A superior smirk pulled up half of Thor’s mouth as he watched Loki’s hand come up and gently touch it with his fingertips through the cloth.
Loki was covered in a light sheen of sweat already, it never took him long to get to this point on his own. His vivid imagination wasn’t helping matters at all, just winding him up to the point he was desperate, ashamed, the whole nine yards of wanting something forbidden, and worse, unrequited. What had started out as slow strokes along his length has become rougher, faster, setting his nerves on fire with want. He knew his brother was…occupied with his women still. The thought enraged Loki. Thor was /his/ brother, not some whores’ plaything. Not that his brother would ever know that Loki wanted him, or felt this weak against the desires that plagued him.
The darker, slighter brother touched hesitantly for a long while, feeling the contours of Thor’s hard shaft through the cloth. He was about to pull back when the God of Thunder’s hand came and guided Loki’s fingers to the fastenings of his pants. “I told you to prove your loyalty, Loki.” That cocky smirk that both made him angry and drove him wild depending, was still pulling at Thor’s lips. At the moment that look went straight to his groin and his fingers fumbled to obey as his own pants got incredibly tight.
He slowly unveiled Thor’s cock, watching it strain to lay back against his armored stomach, kept away by Loki’s nimble fingers trailing up and down the shaft, exploring it with avid attention. It twitched in response to touch the strength of that simple reaction alone quite astounding, at least to Loki. “Are you mine, to do with as I wish?” He asked, still smirking as Loki nodded. The instant he finished nodding, his brother had one hand knotted in his black hair and was slowly but surely feeding Loki his shaft. The younger prince kept up well enough, at least at first, til the head made him gag and Thor just used the flinch to press all the way to the back of Loki’s throat. He paused once Loki had all of him then pulled slowly back out. Loki thought he was going to choke to death for a moment, but then he was getting a rhythm down and could mostly keep up with the thick shaft in his mouth, even if the force was brutal.
He kept up with his brother, swirling his tongue around the shaft and moaning against him, sending the vibrations up through Thor’s body. Eventually Thor forced him to hold still and began thrusting in and out of his mouth in earnest. Loki had to just take it, not that he’d want to be anywhere else. Thor was much more physically capable than Loki. He liked the thrill of not having the choice.
Loki was rudely interrupted by the door to his chamber swinging open and Thor standing there, still half-drunk. He did not look pleased. Loki propped himself up on one elbow, thankful for the sheets covering his waist, as he watched his brother stalked into his chambers and over to his bed, which was very over sized. It took all of Loki’s self control not to try anything like running for cover, or looking guilty. “Damn women…take up the whole bed.” was all Thor muttered, lying down and apparently making himself at home, lying next to his naked and masturbating sibling...okay.
Thor drifted off quickly, leaving Loki painfully horny and frustrated next to him in bed.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, consent play.
Pairing: Loki/Thor one-sided
Summary: Thor doesn’t know about Loki’s little secret, or why his brother is usually in such a foul mood.
Author’s notes: Con-crit my smut, please. XD Also, note the shameless pwp. Shameless.
He’d been drinking again, Loki could smell it as soon as he walked into the room. He had a woman on each arm and was boasting about something or another, he made a move to get up and leave, but just as he did so he heard Thor’s booming drunken voice call his name. “Loki! I was just telling these two fine maidens about out exploits! Come! Join us for a tale, little brother.” Loki knew just what this meant. It meant that Thor wanted to tell a story where he bested Loki, he always did things like that. He showed off in front of others, and while usually Loki was fine with it, tonight he was in no mood.
“Afraid I’ll have to pass, brother, I was just about to head to my chambers.” He automatically responded, picking his things up and making to leave, but then he caught a hint of something in his brother’s blue eyes, a mix of hurt and anger for just a moment. He relented soon as he saw that look. His green eyes looked put out just a moment, flicking downward, as they took seats by the fire, Thor pulling both the women onto his lap. They swooned prettily and Loki felt sick. They were nothing but whores fawning over a prince. And he was proud enough to let them do it.
The stories began, Loki interjecting details when needed, taking the brunt of Thor’s attempts at humor. He watched as it worked too. The whole display made him sick. Eventually, even his love for his brother had it’s limits. They were all over one another when he finally stood to get out of their way. As he passed, Thor’s hand reached out and grabbed his cloak, Loki paused, turning his head, seeing Thor give him a strange look before winking and going back to his women. He tried to smile back, he really did, but the smile that came out was very strained, and didn’t reach his eyes.
The younger prince wove his way through the castle, making for his rooms, already nursing his hurt ego and the beginnings of a long, sleepless night. Once back to his room he began the process of removing his armor. He imagined other hands doing so, pulling his armor from his body with much more fluid movements than the half-distracted ones he was currently making. He bit his lip, nearly hard enough to split the skin, forcing himself to focus on what he was doing.
It didn’t really work. He managed to get his armor off, followed by his clothes. Bad idea. He slid into bed, his mind tormenting him with half envisioned fantasies of Thor pinning him to a wall or the floor, or Loki’s favorite guilty pleasure...
Thor was the heir to the throne, that meant he would be king someday. When they had both been younger, Thor had loved to sit on the throne and boss Loki around. It had been a game. Though now? Loki just wanted to be ordered...to do other things.
“Loki, kneel before your king.” Thor demanded imperiously, gesturing to the floor before the throne. Loki approached and knelt close enough that Thor could reach down and touch him should he choose to. Loki didn’t look up, at least until he heard Thor’s disappointed tone. “Closer, so that you may pledge fealty. Loyalty.” The look in Thor’s eyes was the same one that Loki got when everything went according to plan. Devious and perched on the edge of a wicked smile, the look suited his blonde brother.
Slowly Loki inched closer, very aware of Mjolnir sitting so close. Once closer, Thor moved closer to the edge of the throne, putting his knees on either side of Loki’s head at this point. “So, you swear loyalty, Loki Odinson?” Thor’s voice was deathly serious, making Loki drop his eyes back to the floor, as he did so…his eyes raked across Thor’s hips, his posture involuntarily shifting slightly.
His brother saw the looks of want, knew that the only time Loki knew release it wasn’t with a woman or even another man. “Do you swear?” he asked again, resting one hand on his thigh, just barely pulling on the cloth, revealing his limp cock through his pants.
He watched Loki’s eyes follow the outline hungrily as he nodded. “Yes, Thor, I swear. Loyalty til death. You know that.” He breathed, his voice quiet in the large room, unable to tear his eyes away.
Now Thor wasn’t one to take lovers of men, but Loki wasn’t fantasizing about the real Thor, now was he? As he thought more about it, his hand trailed down his chest, pausing at one nipple to pinch it before sauntering down further, across his abs and to his cock. It was already hard, just from the way his mind had taken off when Thor touched him. He wrapped his hand around the length and slowly started to stroke.
“Then prove it.” Thor said, blue eyes carefully studying Loki’s face as he tried to process what his older brother meant. Still every few moments his green eyes swept over Thor’s waistline, gaze hungry. It was that hunger that slowly made the blond Aesir harden. When Loki saw his brother’s length grow he licked his lips, leaving them slightly parted and this was all still with clothes on. A superior smirk pulled up half of Thor’s mouth as he watched Loki’s hand come up and gently touch it with his fingertips through the cloth.
Loki was covered in a light sheen of sweat already, it never took him long to get to this point on his own. His vivid imagination wasn’t helping matters at all, just winding him up to the point he was desperate, ashamed, the whole nine yards of wanting something forbidden, and worse, unrequited. What had started out as slow strokes along his length has become rougher, faster, setting his nerves on fire with want. He knew his brother was…occupied with his women still. The thought enraged Loki. Thor was /his/ brother, not some whores’ plaything. Not that his brother would ever know that Loki wanted him, or felt this weak against the desires that plagued him.
The darker, slighter brother touched hesitantly for a long while, feeling the contours of Thor’s hard shaft through the cloth. He was about to pull back when the God of Thunder’s hand came and guided Loki’s fingers to the fastenings of his pants. “I told you to prove your loyalty, Loki.” That cocky smirk that both made him angry and drove him wild depending, was still pulling at Thor’s lips. At the moment that look went straight to his groin and his fingers fumbled to obey as his own pants got incredibly tight.
He slowly unveiled Thor’s cock, watching it strain to lay back against his armored stomach, kept away by Loki’s nimble fingers trailing up and down the shaft, exploring it with avid attention. It twitched in response to touch the strength of that simple reaction alone quite astounding, at least to Loki. “Are you mine, to do with as I wish?” He asked, still smirking as Loki nodded. The instant he finished nodding, his brother had one hand knotted in his black hair and was slowly but surely feeding Loki his shaft. The younger prince kept up well enough, at least at first, til the head made him gag and Thor just used the flinch to press all the way to the back of Loki’s throat. He paused once Loki had all of him then pulled slowly back out. Loki thought he was going to choke to death for a moment, but then he was getting a rhythm down and could mostly keep up with the thick shaft in his mouth, even if the force was brutal.
He kept up with his brother, swirling his tongue around the shaft and moaning against him, sending the vibrations up through Thor’s body. Eventually Thor forced him to hold still and began thrusting in and out of his mouth in earnest. Loki had to just take it, not that he’d want to be anywhere else. Thor was much more physically capable than Loki. He liked the thrill of not having the choice.
Loki was rudely interrupted by the door to his chamber swinging open and Thor standing there, still half-drunk. He did not look pleased. Loki propped himself up on one elbow, thankful for the sheets covering his waist, as he watched his brother stalked into his chambers and over to his bed, which was very over sized. It took all of Loki’s self control not to try anything like running for cover, or looking guilty. “Damn women…take up the whole bed.” was all Thor muttered, lying down and apparently making himself at home, lying next to his naked and masturbating sibling...okay.
Thor drifted off quickly, leaving Loki painfully horny and frustrated next to him in bed.