To Melt The Snow, Ch07
Series: Thor (Movie), The Avengers (Movie)
Characters: Thor, Loki, Odin, Bruce Banner, The Avengers (later on)
Couple: Thor/Loki
Title: To Melt The Snow
Word Count: 3,552
Chapter: 7/19
Status: Complete
Rating: R/Mature
Disclaimer: I have no claim whatsoever on any the marvel franchises at all, I'm just borrowing them for my story that will bring me no money whatsoever. I shall be forever broke.
Summary: Loki is sentenced to death and in order to save him, Thor must take him to one of the most dangerous places for his brother to be: Midgard.
After that, things seemed to get better for him. Tony and Clint would actually talk to him and the Avengers no longer attempted to ignore him. Funny how saving someone from an injury affected them. It was not even a life-threatening one. Though Loki wouldn’t admit it, it was nice to be…treated like something other than a pariah. They were warming to him and his bizarre sense of humor and surprisingly they were more accepting even at their coolest than the Warriors Three and Sif ever were.
A month after what the others had termed ‘the turning point’, Thor and he were alone together in the large apartment for the first time. They hadn’t been alone since the cabin and Loki was hardly surprised to find that he had missed this. The others had gone out for the night, but Thor had declined their offer for a celebration of some sort to stay with him. Loki had shrugged at him, as if it made no difference, but the truth was, it did.
“Loki?”
He looked up from the bed where he was curled, reading a book, to see Thor’s bulk in the doorway. His eyebrow rose. “What is this? Is Thor hovering?” Thor smiled a little hesitantly and Loki hid his concern, stiffening just a little. “What is it, Thor? Have you spoken with Heimdall? Did you learn some news from Asgard?”
Thor gave him a confused look before it cleared. “No, of course not. Nothing like that.”
Loki relaxed minutely and then glared. “Then do not concern me so! I thought I was ordered back to my execution.”
There was a dip in the bed when Thor sat down. Loki paid it little as he returned to his book and the god of thunder’s hand landed on his knee. “I would fight to the death to prevent that,” he assured him.
He glanced back up again through his lashes, eying Thor. His violent impulses against his brother had eased since he’d been broken out. He still resented the past fiercely, but he could acknowledge that the man in front of him was not the one that he had been. “I had no objections if you wished to spend time with your friends,” he said instead, curious as to why Thor stayed.
“I wished to stay with you.”
“You mean to say you felt sorry for me.”
“Why must you always twist my words, Loki?” The words were not said in anger this time, but sadness instead and finally Loki put down the book entirely. What had gotten into Thor? This was unusual for him, to be so dour. Even acknowledging that he had changed, he found it hard to reconcile the fact that Thor could seem sad or melancholy.
He had not asked after Thor’s wellbeing in what felt like an eternity. Though he hesitated for a minute, he crossed his legs and said, “Does something trouble you, brother?”
Thor stared at his hand on Loki’s knee, rather than meeting his eyes. His fingers seemed to pick a bit at his pants. Loki attempted to remain still. This was not something that Thor was usually like and it had to be serious. “Yes, it does. It has for some time now.”
“You could not speak to your friends about it?” There had been a time of course in their past that they would once confide in each other about everything, but that had gradually ceased. Who had started it first? This he knew was Loki. Just as Loki had started to hide his secrets because how he had started to feel, at the same time, Thor had pulled away from him physically. In his heart, Loki knew that Thor wasn’t entirely to blame for them drifting apart.
Just mostly to blame.
“I wished to speak to you, but I could not bring myself to do so when they could hear.”
Now Loki was concerned and he frowned. “Thor. Speak your mind. We are alone.” Seeing the skeptical look, he looked up at the ceiling. “Jarvis, I would beg your indulgence and not record this conversation.” The question was, could the AI do so without Stark’s permission?
“…Very well.”
Thor let out a breath much like a sigh. His grip tightened on Loki’s knee for a minute. “Brother, I fear you would twist my words again, or how you would see what I am about to tell you.”
“Say it plainly then. I would advise avoiding large words.”
A small smile flashed over Thor’s face at the tease, but he didn’t respond in kind. “I have never felt this strongly about anything before, Loki. Yet because of it, I find myself at odds. I have always, and will always, love you as a brother, but as of late my thoughts are…far from brotherly. I find myself looking at your neck and wondering what it would be like to touch you.” Almost as if he was subconsciously trying to prove his point, his gaze lingered on the trickster’s neck.
For a moment, Loki wondered if he had conjured an illusion of Thor because he wanted the man’s touch so badly. Yet the illusion he would have conjured would have been wrong, because his brother would have been strong, unwavering, and not quiet at all like this. “What manner of madness am I under, Loki, to think back to your words not long ago and envision my reaction differently?”
His green eyes narrowed and he harshly said, “What of Jane? The woman that stole your heart.”
“You forbid me see her-”
“But if I had not, you would be saying those words to her!”
Blue eyes looked up at his and Loki hoped his brother didn’t see his internal panic. He feared for his own sanity at these words. If they were untrue…if this were nothing more than his own mind… “I do not know the future, Loki, but I know myself and I can tell you think truly: What I felt for Jane pales in comparison to what I feel for you.”
“You expect me to believe that? You, who would not ‘sully me’ or touch me in such a manner-”
“You have never shown any interest!” Thor protested in irritation. “You spoke of orders, of…violation! You never spoke of love!”
“You want love, Thor?! Then let me tell you,” he said in reckless abandon, too frustrated to calm himself. He had had enough of his brother’s obliviousness! “I have more love for you than all the women you have bedded combined! I was there to hold your hair back when you became so drunk even your own legendary stomach could not hold it in! It was I, not Lady Sif or Jane! I was the one that brought you a cool cloth on the worst of your hangovers and healed your wounds after battle! I listened to every concern you have ever had, no matter how foolish, and took them seriously when none else would! I have shown you more love than any you will ever meet! I have so much love for you, I have none more to give! Is that not enough for you?! Is my love, my loyalty, my devotion to you not enough?! Or are my past crimes-”
Lips were on his, silencing his words and in that moment, Loki knew that this was not his illusion. They were strong, unwavering, and powerful. Thor’s strong tongue squirmed against his lips, forcing its entry into his mouth. He whimpered a little as his brother moved, hands abruptly gripping his legs and shifting them until he was able to kneel between them. The book fell from his lap to the floor, but Loki didn’t notice.
It was only when they broke the kiss to breathe that Loki’s hand fisted tightly in Thor’s hair, preventing him from swooping in again. He had more to say. Blue eyes were cloudy with desire and love. “Thor,” he hissed jealously, almost angrily, “I am not finished. Understand that if I catch one, even one other, in your bed-”
“You think I shall ever have need of another besides you?” Those lustful blue eyes darkened just a little, sense returning slowly. “Or do you mean to insult me by saying I would not honor you, or this relationship? I would swear a vow to you alone, but do you mean to question my honor? My love?”
“I mean to say,” Loki told him, not willing to back down even if it could result in an argument and Thor storming out, “that in this we will be equals. I will not live in your shadow, I will not be beholden to you as a subject.”
“Loki…you were always my equal.” Rather than leaning in, Thor’s hands pulled Loki forward instead so he could kiss him again and at that point, Loki gave up. Thor’s mind was such that he was incapable of focusing on more on than one thing, it seemed.
Not that he was minding when those lips were moving down his neck, muttering words that sent shivers down his spine. They were words that he had dreamed of hearing for so long and despite being sure that this was happening, part of him questioned whether this was real. Already he could feel himself respond and instead of hiding that desire for once, he bucked his hips up to rub against his brother. There was a dangerous growl above him and Thor moaned against the front of his throat, “I mean to have you, brother.”
“I mean to let you,” he muttered back, feeling the action of his throat working when he spoke, pressing against those lips. Hands were sliding underneath his shirt now, but Loki couldn’t stand the wait. “Tear them or they will disappear, I have no patience for clothes!”
There was the sound of ripping clothing as Thor did as he ordered. He moaned when the hot, open-mouthed kisses moved down his neck to his chest, pausing to pay homage to his nipples. His pants didn’t last much longer and Loki gasped in delight as he was free from the material. Thor seemed less interested in his own clothes, so with a magical tug, they were gone. He moaned into the kiss, feeling fingers easing into his hair. With his magic, he dimmed the room, bringing the shadows close.
Only to gasp when Thor’s hands gripped his head tighter, holding him still. Despite the firm hold, the blue eyes that looked at him were serious. “No, Loki. Dismiss the darkness. I wish to see you as I hold you.”
So he had to be the sensible one again? “Thor, holding a man is not the same as a woman. Let me shroud us in darkness. Just focus on the pleasure.”
“You think that I would not respond.”
“You have always been with maidens before. Imagine them for this first time. It will make it easier.”
There was a flash of anger in Thor’s eyes and a clap of thunder, but no rain just yet. “Loki, we have spoken of this before. I would never hold you and think of another! I want to see the one I love!”
“Thor-”
His brother abruptly leaned in and pressed their hips together, making Loki gasp loudly. “See, brother? I desire you fiercely and that formed while I could still see you. Do not doubt me, Loki, or I will be forced to take drastic measures.” The hand in his hair gentled and Thor’s lips were smiling as he said, “I wish your first time-”
Despite his better judgment, and secretly feeling pleased, Loki withdrew the shadows he had created. “On your head be it,” he snapped and glared. “It is not my first time!”
“You said no man had held you before.”
Loki looked away. “Of course not. I did not mean to imply otherwise, merely to assert the fact that I have had sex before.”
Thor laughed lightly, but he seemed so happy that he couldn’t bear to say anything about it. He squirmed a little at the sensation of Thor’s beard as the man leaned down and began to kiss and worship his skin again. It was different, not something he had not experienced before, but far too short a time before his brother pulled away. “Loki, how…”
It took him a minute to realize that the pleasant sensations were stopping. Oh, of course. Innocent Thor had never lain with a man before. He laughed a little, but despite his brother’s frown, it was not done to deride him. Since they didn’t have lubricant on hand, as Loki had not exactly anticipated this, he pulled two of Thor’s callused fingers to his lips and began to suck on them. His eyes remained glued to the god of thunder’s face, smirking internally at how Thor was his to command. He controlled the encounter then not only because of his knowledge, but because of Thor’s pure need.
“Loki,” Thor growled. “Do not tempt me so! If you do, I will cause you harm!”
“Is your control that flimsy, brother?” he asked seductively, pulling the fingers from his mouth and easing them down between his legs.
As if in retaliation, those fingers plunged in quickly and he let out a soft cry. Despite desiring Thor, Loki had never touched himself there just as he had not let any man have him. It was one thing to know and another to experience and suddenly an arm went around his waist, the only thing holding him up from crumpling to the bed. “T-Thor,” he moaned as those fingers squirmed inside him.
“Please,” was Thor’s begging response. “Please, do not tempt me. You are too…beautiful as it is to resist.”
What was he doing that was so enticing? Loki’s toes curled into the sheets a bit as he grew lost in the sensations. All Thor was doing was watching him, almost greedily, much to his embarrassment. He shifted, knowing that the preparation was not enough and eased onto his hands and knees. Thor watched him in amazement, only to let out a loud shout when Loki wrapped his lips softly around his arousal. That free hand not currently inside him dove into his black hair, holding him there as he began to suck cautiously. He was so focused on his task, on making Thor squirm, that he wasn’t paying much attention elsewhere until Thor’s fingers touched the right spot.
Loki yelled around that length, clamping briefly around those fingers before he forced himself to relax. Thor had frozen, stopping everything and even as he panted, he whispered, “Loki? Did…I hurt you?”
“No!” he pulled back, glaring viciously. “It was the opposite of pain!”
A gleam came to Thor’s eyes at that, making a little shiver of apprehension go through Loki’s spine. His body was protesting in need, in desire to have more of that touch, and he was trying desperately to ignore it, to hold onto the control that he had of their encounter. Before Loki could react, Thor touched him deeply again, this time with intent and he yelled once more. “Th-Thor!”
“Yes, brother?” Thor whispered, curling his fingers again and he trembled, unable to concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing. Loki tried to continue what he had been trying to do, licking along his brother’s length once or twice, but every time those fingers moved he felt like he was dying of pleasure.
This was abuse! He couldn’t concentrate when Thor would pull his fingers back just a little only to press in once more. “E-Enough, T-Thor,” he moaned and gripped his brother’s wrist, pulling it back. He couldn’t wait any longer.
At least at this point, Thor seemed to get the idea of what he had to do. As Loki eased up onto his knees, hands gripped his thighs and gently toppled him onto the bed on his back. He watched as his brother settled between his legs, running his hands up and down his body as if worshipping him. “Thor,” he growled, feeling his whole body throbbing in protest at the cease of pleasure. “It would be easier…if I were on my hands and knees.”
“No. I want to see your face.” Thor smiled at him though, the same smile that split his face so stupidly and yet made other people fall for him every time. It even melted Loki’s heart and his irritated expression softened.
His hands moved up, cradling his face and pulling him down for a kiss. “…Thor,” he whispered, “please.”
This time the god didn’t wait. Instead he pushed in quickly and Loki’s hands gripped the strong biceps above him. He...had not assumed that he’d be…that big! Even tasting him, this was entirely different! He gasped, clenching hard and biting his lip to keep his sounds in. There was pain, yes, something he wouldn’t tell his brother, but just as much pleasure. Thor had no such restraints and shouted loud enough to rattle the window.
The bedroom door slammed open just as Thor glared down at him and growled, “Loki, you must not tighten like that! I will…lose my mind…if you do!”
“It…is not as if…I could help…it!” he spat back, panting and arching just a little into the sensations, trying to urge Thor to move.
“…I guess you’re fine then.”
Loki and Thor looked over at the same time. Tony stood in the doorway, hand still on the doorknob, with Steve right behind him. Their eyes were wide with shock and he at least blessed that the rest of the Avengers had made themselves scarce the moment they heard the sound. “Per…fectly,” he muttered at Tony. “Now if you could…excuse yourselves so Thor…can fuck me…”
“Loki,” Thor growled in frustration, easing out and thrusting in to silence him. “This is not just…a mindless rut!”
The door slammed so fiercely as if Tony was hurrying so he could wash his eyes out with water. Loki only breathily laughed and tugged his angry brother down for a kiss. “I know,” he murmured. “I just have no…patience to explain to them.”
Thor’s expression eased to pure love, so simple to manipulate. If Loki wasn’t there to protect his slow sibling, who would? he thought fondly. “H-Hurry,” he begged, but he didn’t need to have said a word. Thor was already moving hard, riding him fiercely as if trying to make up for all the tension that had lain between them for so long. Thor was as loud here as he was in battle and outside, he could hear claps of thunder. Lightning would brighten the room more than the moonlight and soon it began to rain. Normally such things were not a problem, as the palace was very large, but the walls here in Midgard were thin. It was no doubt that everyone in the building was privy to Thor’s pleasure. Loki didn’t care, so long as they knew to not touch what belonged to him.
“Loki,” Thor chanted over and over, as if it were somehow a magic spell to bind them forever. His hands clutched at the trickster’s hips, holding them still as he drove in and out relentlessly. Loki fumbled and began to stroke himself as Thor became lost to the pleasure, even going so far as to bite his neck fiercely enough to leave a mark behind. “I...love you…Loki!” he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Loki only gasped when Thor jabbed deep inside him as he squeezed himself hard and abruptly released before he could stop himself. He had been with a few women in the past, but they were nothing compared to Thor. His brother had not stayed his behavior until recently, so he had a wealth of prowess to pull from and he seemed to bring all of it to bear with his hips and tongue and whispered words. He didn’t seem to be able to stop speaking, to shower Loki with words of love until even he wanted to scream.
“Thor,” he moaned, his voice just a bit raw, body still tingling from his release. He could tell that his brother was close. “Thor, claim me.”
The hands that held Mjolnir wrapped around him, holding him as preciously as he would his hammer. There was a soft nod as they shared kiss after kiss before Thor buried his face in Loki’s neck. Loki waited until the last moment, until he could feel Thor slam in one last time, his body tense as he spilled his seed, to whisper right into his ear, “I love you, my king.” It was the one and only time that he would ever whisper such words, acknowledge Thor’s rank.
There was a growl of delight and Thor collapsed on him, falling quiet. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room and finally, after what felt like an eternity, Thor slipped out of him to collapse at his side. Loki didn’t have a chance to move before he found himself cuddled fiercely. “I never knew you were so…affectionate, Thor. Somehow more so after sex.”
Thor ignored him and merely pulled the sheets over them as Tony loudly commented from somewhere down the hall, “We are getting that room soundproofed!”
Characters: Thor, Loki, Odin, Bruce Banner, The Avengers (later on)
Couple: Thor/Loki
Title: To Melt The Snow
Word Count: 3,552
Chapter: 7/19
Status: Complete
Rating: R/Mature
Disclaimer: I have no claim whatsoever on any the marvel franchises at all, I'm just borrowing them for my story that will bring me no money whatsoever. I shall be forever broke.
Summary: Loki is sentenced to death and in order to save him, Thor must take him to one of the most dangerous places for his brother to be: Midgard.
After that, things seemed to get better for him. Tony and Clint would actually talk to him and the Avengers no longer attempted to ignore him. Funny how saving someone from an injury affected them. It was not even a life-threatening one. Though Loki wouldn’t admit it, it was nice to be…treated like something other than a pariah. They were warming to him and his bizarre sense of humor and surprisingly they were more accepting even at their coolest than the Warriors Three and Sif ever were.
A month after what the others had termed ‘the turning point’, Thor and he were alone together in the large apartment for the first time. They hadn’t been alone since the cabin and Loki was hardly surprised to find that he had missed this. The others had gone out for the night, but Thor had declined their offer for a celebration of some sort to stay with him. Loki had shrugged at him, as if it made no difference, but the truth was, it did.
“Loki?”
He looked up from the bed where he was curled, reading a book, to see Thor’s bulk in the doorway. His eyebrow rose. “What is this? Is Thor hovering?” Thor smiled a little hesitantly and Loki hid his concern, stiffening just a little. “What is it, Thor? Have you spoken with Heimdall? Did you learn some news from Asgard?”
Thor gave him a confused look before it cleared. “No, of course not. Nothing like that.”
Loki relaxed minutely and then glared. “Then do not concern me so! I thought I was ordered back to my execution.”
There was a dip in the bed when Thor sat down. Loki paid it little as he returned to his book and the god of thunder’s hand landed on his knee. “I would fight to the death to prevent that,” he assured him.
He glanced back up again through his lashes, eying Thor. His violent impulses against his brother had eased since he’d been broken out. He still resented the past fiercely, but he could acknowledge that the man in front of him was not the one that he had been. “I had no objections if you wished to spend time with your friends,” he said instead, curious as to why Thor stayed.
“I wished to stay with you.”
“You mean to say you felt sorry for me.”
“Why must you always twist my words, Loki?” The words were not said in anger this time, but sadness instead and finally Loki put down the book entirely. What had gotten into Thor? This was unusual for him, to be so dour. Even acknowledging that he had changed, he found it hard to reconcile the fact that Thor could seem sad or melancholy.
He had not asked after Thor’s wellbeing in what felt like an eternity. Though he hesitated for a minute, he crossed his legs and said, “Does something trouble you, brother?”
Thor stared at his hand on Loki’s knee, rather than meeting his eyes. His fingers seemed to pick a bit at his pants. Loki attempted to remain still. This was not something that Thor was usually like and it had to be serious. “Yes, it does. It has for some time now.”
“You could not speak to your friends about it?” There had been a time of course in their past that they would once confide in each other about everything, but that had gradually ceased. Who had started it first? This he knew was Loki. Just as Loki had started to hide his secrets because how he had started to feel, at the same time, Thor had pulled away from him physically. In his heart, Loki knew that Thor wasn’t entirely to blame for them drifting apart.
Just mostly to blame.
“I wished to speak to you, but I could not bring myself to do so when they could hear.”
Now Loki was concerned and he frowned. “Thor. Speak your mind. We are alone.” Seeing the skeptical look, he looked up at the ceiling. “Jarvis, I would beg your indulgence and not record this conversation.” The question was, could the AI do so without Stark’s permission?
“…Very well.”
Thor let out a breath much like a sigh. His grip tightened on Loki’s knee for a minute. “Brother, I fear you would twist my words again, or how you would see what I am about to tell you.”
“Say it plainly then. I would advise avoiding large words.”
A small smile flashed over Thor’s face at the tease, but he didn’t respond in kind. “I have never felt this strongly about anything before, Loki. Yet because of it, I find myself at odds. I have always, and will always, love you as a brother, but as of late my thoughts are…far from brotherly. I find myself looking at your neck and wondering what it would be like to touch you.” Almost as if he was subconsciously trying to prove his point, his gaze lingered on the trickster’s neck.
For a moment, Loki wondered if he had conjured an illusion of Thor because he wanted the man’s touch so badly. Yet the illusion he would have conjured would have been wrong, because his brother would have been strong, unwavering, and not quiet at all like this. “What manner of madness am I under, Loki, to think back to your words not long ago and envision my reaction differently?”
His green eyes narrowed and he harshly said, “What of Jane? The woman that stole your heart.”
“You forbid me see her-”
“But if I had not, you would be saying those words to her!”
Blue eyes looked up at his and Loki hoped his brother didn’t see his internal panic. He feared for his own sanity at these words. If they were untrue…if this were nothing more than his own mind… “I do not know the future, Loki, but I know myself and I can tell you think truly: What I felt for Jane pales in comparison to what I feel for you.”
“You expect me to believe that? You, who would not ‘sully me’ or touch me in such a manner-”
“You have never shown any interest!” Thor protested in irritation. “You spoke of orders, of…violation! You never spoke of love!”
“You want love, Thor?! Then let me tell you,” he said in reckless abandon, too frustrated to calm himself. He had had enough of his brother’s obliviousness! “I have more love for you than all the women you have bedded combined! I was there to hold your hair back when you became so drunk even your own legendary stomach could not hold it in! It was I, not Lady Sif or Jane! I was the one that brought you a cool cloth on the worst of your hangovers and healed your wounds after battle! I listened to every concern you have ever had, no matter how foolish, and took them seriously when none else would! I have shown you more love than any you will ever meet! I have so much love for you, I have none more to give! Is that not enough for you?! Is my love, my loyalty, my devotion to you not enough?! Or are my past crimes-”
Lips were on his, silencing his words and in that moment, Loki knew that this was not his illusion. They were strong, unwavering, and powerful. Thor’s strong tongue squirmed against his lips, forcing its entry into his mouth. He whimpered a little as his brother moved, hands abruptly gripping his legs and shifting them until he was able to kneel between them. The book fell from his lap to the floor, but Loki didn’t notice.
It was only when they broke the kiss to breathe that Loki’s hand fisted tightly in Thor’s hair, preventing him from swooping in again. He had more to say. Blue eyes were cloudy with desire and love. “Thor,” he hissed jealously, almost angrily, “I am not finished. Understand that if I catch one, even one other, in your bed-”
“You think I shall ever have need of another besides you?” Those lustful blue eyes darkened just a little, sense returning slowly. “Or do you mean to insult me by saying I would not honor you, or this relationship? I would swear a vow to you alone, but do you mean to question my honor? My love?”
“I mean to say,” Loki told him, not willing to back down even if it could result in an argument and Thor storming out, “that in this we will be equals. I will not live in your shadow, I will not be beholden to you as a subject.”
“Loki…you were always my equal.” Rather than leaning in, Thor’s hands pulled Loki forward instead so he could kiss him again and at that point, Loki gave up. Thor’s mind was such that he was incapable of focusing on more on than one thing, it seemed.
Not that he was minding when those lips were moving down his neck, muttering words that sent shivers down his spine. They were words that he had dreamed of hearing for so long and despite being sure that this was happening, part of him questioned whether this was real. Already he could feel himself respond and instead of hiding that desire for once, he bucked his hips up to rub against his brother. There was a dangerous growl above him and Thor moaned against the front of his throat, “I mean to have you, brother.”
“I mean to let you,” he muttered back, feeling the action of his throat working when he spoke, pressing against those lips. Hands were sliding underneath his shirt now, but Loki couldn’t stand the wait. “Tear them or they will disappear, I have no patience for clothes!”
There was the sound of ripping clothing as Thor did as he ordered. He moaned when the hot, open-mouthed kisses moved down his neck to his chest, pausing to pay homage to his nipples. His pants didn’t last much longer and Loki gasped in delight as he was free from the material. Thor seemed less interested in his own clothes, so with a magical tug, they were gone. He moaned into the kiss, feeling fingers easing into his hair. With his magic, he dimmed the room, bringing the shadows close.
Only to gasp when Thor’s hands gripped his head tighter, holding him still. Despite the firm hold, the blue eyes that looked at him were serious. “No, Loki. Dismiss the darkness. I wish to see you as I hold you.”
So he had to be the sensible one again? “Thor, holding a man is not the same as a woman. Let me shroud us in darkness. Just focus on the pleasure.”
“You think that I would not respond.”
“You have always been with maidens before. Imagine them for this first time. It will make it easier.”
There was a flash of anger in Thor’s eyes and a clap of thunder, but no rain just yet. “Loki, we have spoken of this before. I would never hold you and think of another! I want to see the one I love!”
“Thor-”
His brother abruptly leaned in and pressed their hips together, making Loki gasp loudly. “See, brother? I desire you fiercely and that formed while I could still see you. Do not doubt me, Loki, or I will be forced to take drastic measures.” The hand in his hair gentled and Thor’s lips were smiling as he said, “I wish your first time-”
Despite his better judgment, and secretly feeling pleased, Loki withdrew the shadows he had created. “On your head be it,” he snapped and glared. “It is not my first time!”
“You said no man had held you before.”
Loki looked away. “Of course not. I did not mean to imply otherwise, merely to assert the fact that I have had sex before.”
Thor laughed lightly, but he seemed so happy that he couldn’t bear to say anything about it. He squirmed a little at the sensation of Thor’s beard as the man leaned down and began to kiss and worship his skin again. It was different, not something he had not experienced before, but far too short a time before his brother pulled away. “Loki, how…”
It took him a minute to realize that the pleasant sensations were stopping. Oh, of course. Innocent Thor had never lain with a man before. He laughed a little, but despite his brother’s frown, it was not done to deride him. Since they didn’t have lubricant on hand, as Loki had not exactly anticipated this, he pulled two of Thor’s callused fingers to his lips and began to suck on them. His eyes remained glued to the god of thunder’s face, smirking internally at how Thor was his to command. He controlled the encounter then not only because of his knowledge, but because of Thor’s pure need.
“Loki,” Thor growled. “Do not tempt me so! If you do, I will cause you harm!”
“Is your control that flimsy, brother?” he asked seductively, pulling the fingers from his mouth and easing them down between his legs.
As if in retaliation, those fingers plunged in quickly and he let out a soft cry. Despite desiring Thor, Loki had never touched himself there just as he had not let any man have him. It was one thing to know and another to experience and suddenly an arm went around his waist, the only thing holding him up from crumpling to the bed. “T-Thor,” he moaned as those fingers squirmed inside him.
“Please,” was Thor’s begging response. “Please, do not tempt me. You are too…beautiful as it is to resist.”
What was he doing that was so enticing? Loki’s toes curled into the sheets a bit as he grew lost in the sensations. All Thor was doing was watching him, almost greedily, much to his embarrassment. He shifted, knowing that the preparation was not enough and eased onto his hands and knees. Thor watched him in amazement, only to let out a loud shout when Loki wrapped his lips softly around his arousal. That free hand not currently inside him dove into his black hair, holding him there as he began to suck cautiously. He was so focused on his task, on making Thor squirm, that he wasn’t paying much attention elsewhere until Thor’s fingers touched the right spot.
Loki yelled around that length, clamping briefly around those fingers before he forced himself to relax. Thor had frozen, stopping everything and even as he panted, he whispered, “Loki? Did…I hurt you?”
“No!” he pulled back, glaring viciously. “It was the opposite of pain!”
A gleam came to Thor’s eyes at that, making a little shiver of apprehension go through Loki’s spine. His body was protesting in need, in desire to have more of that touch, and he was trying desperately to ignore it, to hold onto the control that he had of their encounter. Before Loki could react, Thor touched him deeply again, this time with intent and he yelled once more. “Th-Thor!”
“Yes, brother?” Thor whispered, curling his fingers again and he trembled, unable to concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing. Loki tried to continue what he had been trying to do, licking along his brother’s length once or twice, but every time those fingers moved he felt like he was dying of pleasure.
This was abuse! He couldn’t concentrate when Thor would pull his fingers back just a little only to press in once more. “E-Enough, T-Thor,” he moaned and gripped his brother’s wrist, pulling it back. He couldn’t wait any longer.
At least at this point, Thor seemed to get the idea of what he had to do. As Loki eased up onto his knees, hands gripped his thighs and gently toppled him onto the bed on his back. He watched as his brother settled between his legs, running his hands up and down his body as if worshipping him. “Thor,” he growled, feeling his whole body throbbing in protest at the cease of pleasure. “It would be easier…if I were on my hands and knees.”
“No. I want to see your face.” Thor smiled at him though, the same smile that split his face so stupidly and yet made other people fall for him every time. It even melted Loki’s heart and his irritated expression softened.
His hands moved up, cradling his face and pulling him down for a kiss. “…Thor,” he whispered, “please.”
This time the god didn’t wait. Instead he pushed in quickly and Loki’s hands gripped the strong biceps above him. He...had not assumed that he’d be…that big! Even tasting him, this was entirely different! He gasped, clenching hard and biting his lip to keep his sounds in. There was pain, yes, something he wouldn’t tell his brother, but just as much pleasure. Thor had no such restraints and shouted loud enough to rattle the window.
The bedroom door slammed open just as Thor glared down at him and growled, “Loki, you must not tighten like that! I will…lose my mind…if you do!”
“It…is not as if…I could help…it!” he spat back, panting and arching just a little into the sensations, trying to urge Thor to move.
“…I guess you’re fine then.”
Loki and Thor looked over at the same time. Tony stood in the doorway, hand still on the doorknob, with Steve right behind him. Their eyes were wide with shock and he at least blessed that the rest of the Avengers had made themselves scarce the moment they heard the sound. “Per…fectly,” he muttered at Tony. “Now if you could…excuse yourselves so Thor…can fuck me…”
“Loki,” Thor growled in frustration, easing out and thrusting in to silence him. “This is not just…a mindless rut!”
The door slammed so fiercely as if Tony was hurrying so he could wash his eyes out with water. Loki only breathily laughed and tugged his angry brother down for a kiss. “I know,” he murmured. “I just have no…patience to explain to them.”
Thor’s expression eased to pure love, so simple to manipulate. If Loki wasn’t there to protect his slow sibling, who would? he thought fondly. “H-Hurry,” he begged, but he didn’t need to have said a word. Thor was already moving hard, riding him fiercely as if trying to make up for all the tension that had lain between them for so long. Thor was as loud here as he was in battle and outside, he could hear claps of thunder. Lightning would brighten the room more than the moonlight and soon it began to rain. Normally such things were not a problem, as the palace was very large, but the walls here in Midgard were thin. It was no doubt that everyone in the building was privy to Thor’s pleasure. Loki didn’t care, so long as they knew to not touch what belonged to him.
“Loki,” Thor chanted over and over, as if it were somehow a magic spell to bind them forever. His hands clutched at the trickster’s hips, holding them still as he drove in and out relentlessly. Loki fumbled and began to stroke himself as Thor became lost to the pleasure, even going so far as to bite his neck fiercely enough to leave a mark behind. “I...love you…Loki!” he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Loki only gasped when Thor jabbed deep inside him as he squeezed himself hard and abruptly released before he could stop himself. He had been with a few women in the past, but they were nothing compared to Thor. His brother had not stayed his behavior until recently, so he had a wealth of prowess to pull from and he seemed to bring all of it to bear with his hips and tongue and whispered words. He didn’t seem to be able to stop speaking, to shower Loki with words of love until even he wanted to scream.
“Thor,” he moaned, his voice just a bit raw, body still tingling from his release. He could tell that his brother was close. “Thor, claim me.”
The hands that held Mjolnir wrapped around him, holding him as preciously as he would his hammer. There was a soft nod as they shared kiss after kiss before Thor buried his face in Loki’s neck. Loki waited until the last moment, until he could feel Thor slam in one last time, his body tense as he spilled his seed, to whisper right into his ear, “I love you, my king.” It was the one and only time that he would ever whisper such words, acknowledge Thor’s rank.
There was a growl of delight and Thor collapsed on him, falling quiet. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room and finally, after what felt like an eternity, Thor slipped out of him to collapse at his side. Loki didn’t have a chance to move before he found himself cuddled fiercely. “I never knew you were so…affectionate, Thor. Somehow more so after sex.”
Thor ignored him and merely pulled the sheets over them as Tony loudly commented from somewhere down the hall, “We are getting that room soundproofed!”