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Reclining in his high window, Loki watched the warriors of the Æsir return from battle. Thor was first among them, taller than most, his golden hair bedraggled, his armour streaked with grime. He was flanked by Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. As he approached, Loki saw his head lift. Eyes traced the slender leg dangling from the window, and found Loki lounging like a cat on the sill above.
‘What news, brother?’ Loki called.
‘Good news,’ Thor called back, raising his hammer aloft.
‘Whatever else, but victory!’ Fandral cried. The warriors cheered, congratulating themselves again.
‘Wait for me, brother,’ Thor commanded, a twinkle in his eye. ‘I will fill you in.’
Loki smiled. He retreated back inside as the warriors vanished from view. He hoped it would be the last time he would have to hang back, waiting for their return from campaign. He knew he was not as strong as Thor or Volstagg, or even Hogun; but he could nearly match Fandral and Sif in combat. He had tried to make his father see that what he lacked in stature and strength he made up for in speed and cunning, and more importantly magic. But Odin still insisted he was too young, and Thor, to Loki’s vexation, agreed with him. Only Frigga, who had schooled Loki’s early magic, and knew what he was capable of, believed that Loki was ready.
‘A child is an investment,’ Odin had told him, the last time they spoke on the subject. ‘One does not spend years cultivating a rare flower to let it be cut down before its prime. You are grown to adulthood, yes. But you are not grown to manhood.’
Loki had asked his father whether he believed that Lady Sif was grown to manhood, and received a bejewelled backhand for his insolence.
So it ever was. Loki doubted he would ever be “man enough” for his father’s expectations, and that was not a thing he could help. Perhaps he would always resemble a boy on the brink of manhood as much as he resembled a girl on the brink of womanhood. Or perhaps his father had other reasons for wishing to keep him from battle: reasons Loki had suspected sometimes, but had never seen confirmed. After all, princes of other realms often engaged in battle. But princesses were kept home, kept safe, until they could be used to form an alliance though marriage.
Loki heard Thor enter the antechamber, heard his instructions to the attendants to leave, and the sound of the great doors shutting. Loki turned, and saw him come into the room. Thor made a stark contrast to the polished harmony of Loki’s apartments: battle-smeared, his hair wonderfully dishevelled, with a wild, hungry look in his eye. It was a look Loki recognised well. And he knew that, beneath Thor’s armour, he would find a generous testimony to the Thunder God’s ardour for war.
Thor’s voice was low, gravelly from hours of bellowing over a battlefield. ‘There you are, my Loki.’
‘Of course,’ Loki said. There was a hint of archness in his voice, in his brow. ‘You asked me to wait for you.’
Thor scarcely seemed to listen, but made straight for Loki as if he were hunting him down. His arms went around Loki’s waist, drawing him to himself firmly, lifting him up into a kiss. Loki responded, but his blood was not heated with the thrill of battle, and he could not match his brother in passion any more than he could in stature.
Loki was as much a counterpoint to Thor physically as he was in character. Where Thor was warm, with sunshine in his hair and the sky in his eyes, Loki was cool and fair, with jet in his hair and jade in his eyes. And where Thor was tall and broad-shouldered and well-muscled, Loki was petite and lithe and slender.
Thor broke the kiss, and began walking Loki towards the bed, keeping a firm hold of him all the while.
‘You are sullying my clothes, brother,’ Loki complained.
‘I’ve not even begun to sully you yet, little one,’ Thor replied. But all the same, he loosed his pauldrons, sending them crashing to the floor.
Loki winced at the noise. ‘I thought you were going to fill me in,’ he said.
‘I am going to fill you in, brother,’ Thor said, smirking. ‘Afterward, we can talk about the battle.’
He tore off his cloak and cuirass, and thereafter made short work of stripping Loki. Loki did his best to help the process of unclothing them both, though in this instance, Thor far outmatched him in speed.
Loki soon found himself flung onto the bed. He turned over, looking up at Thor, noting his jutting erection. Loki’s eyes trailed the grooves of thick, well-trained muscles up to a sandy beard and the wondrous handsomeness of Thor’s face. Again, Loki noted the look in Thor’s eyes: the look of a beast that had been uncaged, and would have its fill while it ran free.
Thor covered him, hands wandering where they would, as he coaxed Loki in for another kiss. For a time, Loki gave himself into it, something in his core responding to the smell of battle, Thor’s own deep masculine scent, his sure hands, and the dominance that knew no apprehension. But somewhere in the back of Loki’s still-rational mind he sensed some danger in allowing their passions too much freedom, in forgetting themselves too much.
Loki broke the kiss, taking advantage of Thor’s surprise to flip him onto his back, relying on Thor’s own weight to pull him down. He straddled him, and slid down his body, eluding the hands that would grasp him until he was where he desired to be. He knew Thor would not allow him time to tease – the post-battle frenzy had him too strongly – and so he took Thor’s considerable length and oh-so-delightful girth into his mouth at once.
Hands twisted in Loki’s hair. Thor’s deep groan reverberated through Loki’s whole frame. ‘Loki, you devious little witch…’
He sounded almost annoyed, but Loki knew better than to think he didn’t enjoy it. Thor only begrudged the fact that Loki had waylaid him from plunging himself into whichever of Loki’s holes had taken his fancy in that moment.
Loki drew his head back. His tongue wrapped around the underside of Thor’s cock, the tip flicking the spot just below his glans before kissing the head —
‘Loki…’
— and sinking back down, swallowing until his nose nestled in a dusting of honey-brown hair. Thor made a desperate sound. He was too worked up for this. Under Loki’s all-too-expert treatment, he would come far too soon. And he wanted to make Loki as wrecked as he was himself.
‘Loki, you bastard…’
Loki pulled back, a thin string of saliva trailing from his lip to Thor’s cock. He looked up at Thor with apparent innocence.
‘Don’t call me that,’ he said, making his voice crack with feigned sincerity. ‘There might be truth to it.’
Thor was surprised enough to laugh. Loki flashed him an impish grin. But when Loki prepared to take him in his mouth again, Thor sat up. And, taking a fistful of Loki’s hair, he pulled him across his lap, his rear upturned on his knee.
Loki gave him a sideways look. That wild glint was still in Thor’s eye, though he seemed to have a better hold of it for the time-being.
‘You are no son of Laufey,’ Thor said, as firmly and seriously as if he were laying down the law. His hand caressed Loki’s round backside. ‘You are Loki Odinson.’
It was a fact they had known since they were children: a fact that had been at first distressing, but then a secret blessing to both, once they had begun to yearn for one another.
Loki said, ‘If I were a true son of Odin, then this would be incest.’
‘What would?’ Thor asked. It was his turn now to feign innocence. ‘This?’
Fingers parted Loki’s labia; one, two slipping inside. Loki gasped as his nether regions became at once electrified, every nerve heralding the happy intrusion.
‘Or this?’ Thor asked.
The fingers pulled out, and one slickened digit was worked instead into Loki’s tight arsehole. It sought and found the familiar place within him, and Loki’s cock twitched against Thor’s thigh as he yelped.
‘Well, brother?’ Thor prompted, a smile in his voice.
‘B-both… Both would be…’ Loki’s voice trailed off breathlessly. Above him Thor gave a low chuckle, and Loki rallied in response. ‘You don’t need me to tell you!’
Thor chuckled again at the kittenish snarl Loki’s words ended on.
‘I see,’ he said, as if Loki had settled the matter. ‘You are a wise counsellor, brother. A fit companion for any prince or king. Tell me, my darling – where do you want me?’
The finger in his arse stayed there, but two others slipped back into Loki’s cunt as Thor spoke, finding it dripping with fresh slick.
‘Ei… Either. Please. Wherever you like…’
‘Wherever I like,’ Thor echoed in a tone of kingly magnanimity. ‘You really are a pleasing companion, my Loki, and a very good fit indeed…’
Loki grit his teeth, trying to keep his composure under the double onslaught of pleasure. Voice strained, he said, ‘Where did the mighty Thor learn to play with words?’
Thor leant over Loki, and tenderly bit his ear, making him squirm on his lap as the fingers inside him worked gently back and forth.
‘Where do you think?’
Loki turned his head, trying to shake off Thor as the multitude of sensations threatened to overwhelm him. Thor seized the opportunity to catch Loki’s jaw, and draw him into a kiss.
Thor had accomplished what he had hoped for. Loki, slower than him to ignite, was now aflame with desire.
‘Odinson,’ Loki growled against Thor’s lips, ‘if you do not take me now…’
‘What?’ Thor’s thumb hooked behind the juncture of Loki’s jaw, keeping his face turned to him. ‘What will you do, little wizard?’
Loki practically snarled as another finger entered his cunt. ‘Wizardry.’
Thor laughed. The fingers inside Loki withdrew. Loki wrapped his legs around Thor as he lifted him. Loki looked up at his handsome face, love and desire warming his belly, his hands gliding over powerful arms and shoulders.
But Loki’s adoration was cut short as he was abruptly turned over and deposited on the bed, finding himself once again on his hands and knees.
‘Thor, you could be gentler…’ he grumbled.
Thor’s voice was a breathy tickle in his ear, his broad chest a hugging heat at his back. ‘I know.’
Loki heard the teasing irony in Thor’s voice. Still, perhaps Thor heeded his words, for enormous, sun-kissed hands wrapped around Loki’s slender wrists, and gently guided them down on the bed so that Loki rested on his elbows. Loki looked up over his shoulder at Thor as he felt the pressing hardness at his rear.
Again, there was the wild beast in Thor’s eyes, but there was a softer look too. Thor’s nose gave his a playful nudge, and a sunny smile answered Loki’s own. Again, adoration and desire flooded Loki’s belly, almost heartbreakingly strong.
‘I love you,’ Loki said, the words breaking from him unchecked.
‘And I love you, my darling one, o sweetest of cunts, more than words can say.’
Thor kissed him again, and drew back. Loki felt his cock nudge his slick folds.
‘Words can generally say something more eloquent than —’
But Loki stopped short as Thor entered him. His inner muscles flexed, squeezing out their delight at such a welcome intruder. Loki hung his head, a low whine in his throat. A strong hand gripped his thigh. The other went to the small of his back, pressing down. Loki took the hint and arched back, presenting himself to Thor, who sheathed himself to the hilt inside him.
Soft sounds escaped Loki. When Thor remained still, he bucked back, whimpering.
Thor’s hand trailed up Loki’s back. Fingers kneaded his scalp.
‘What eloquent words are these, brother? They are in a language unfamiliar to me.’
‘Please, fuck me,’ Loki entreated desperately. ‘Please, please take me…’
‘Ah, I see. Thank you for the translation.’
One hand braced on Loki’s hip, the other tangled in his long softly waving hair. Thor tilted his hips back. For a moment, the tip of his cock teased Loki’s entrance, while Loki groaned in frustration. Then Thor sank back home, and was soon fucking Loki long and deep.
Desperate sounds escaped Loki. The persistent friction on his G-spot, the constant battering of his prostate quickly became bewildering. His tight, elastic cunt, designed both to stretch to accommodate a Jötunn’s prick, or cling to the smallest partner, quivered and tensed with each jolt of pleasure.
‘Does that feel good, Loki?’ Thor murmured. His voice was soft and faintly ragged.
‘Yes, yes, yes…’
‘You really do have the loveliest little cunt, my Loki. Who knew such a frosty little demon could be so warm and welcoming inside?’
Loki could not respond. He only moaned as the hands on him tightened, and Thor’s pace grew faster. As his thrusts became wilder, some dim thought floated across Loki’s mind. He must not forget himself. It was very important. He had to remember, he had to act on the thought while he could, or else it would be too late.
‘Thor…’
But Loki’s words fled as Thor’s hand closed over Loki’s neglected erection, jerking him in time with his thrusts, thumb rubbing over the head. Loki wailed as, almost instantly, he began to come. As seed spilled from his cock, his G-spot also gave in, and a double orgasm crashed over him. For a time, he could barely think, he could hardly see, as waves and waves rolled over him. Thor let him go. Loki thought he could hear him lick the spend from him fingers, and his cunt clenched down again, one climax following on the next.
Loki heard Thor say, ‘I’m close.’
The words broke through the orgasmic haze that had settled over Loki. Something important. Something neither of them should forget. Loki’s half-closed eyes flew open.
‘Pull out,’ he said.
Thor grunted. ‘Not yet, brother.’
‘Yes,’ Loki insisted, biting his lip through another dizzying wave of pleasure. ‘Now. Or it will be too late.’
‘I want to enjoy you a little longer.’
‘Then enjoy my arse instead.’
Thor groaned. For a troubling moment, Loki thought the suggestion had triggered his orgasm. But though his cock twitched, there was no seeping of warmth inside. Loki whimpered as he felt fingers gather slick from his labia, and then work into his arsehole one by one.
The feeling of the double stretch, of yet more nerve-endings being set ablaze, pushed all reasonable thought from Loki’s mind. Lost in the fog, he was confused and dismayed when first those fingers, then Thor’s cock, left him. But before he could do more than whine and pant ‘Thor…’ that thick, delicious cock was pushing inside him again, stretching his arsehole beautifully.
‘There, darling, are you happy now? Now that both of your tight holes have stretched for me?’
‘Yes, yes…’ Loki said, his words a desperate sob.
‘Good boy. Arch a little more for me. That’s it…’
Thor nudged Loki’s legs farther apart, and gently coaxed him down so that all his upper body rested on the mattress. He tilted Loki’s hips back still farther, and angled downward, aiming so that Loki would feel the pressure in his G-spot and his prostate.
All too soon, the pleasure crested again, and Loki lost himself utterly. He adored the feeling of being handled by Thor, positioned how Thor liked, presenting himself for Thor’s pleasure. And all the while, that strong hand kept a commanding hold of Loki’s hair, keeping his head down. Thor’s other hand guided first one wrist, then the other, behind Loki, and held both in the small of his back, reminding Loki of his place: a place that was beneath Thor always, in every sense of the term. A place that, although Loki would not admit it, he secretly loved to be.
The distraction of switching holes seemed to have staved off Thor’s orgasm for a time. But once again his pace grew more erratic, and – though scarcely a thought remained in his mind – Loki knew that his brother was close. Then, on an outward stroke, Thor slipped out. He plunged back inside immediately.
Thor could tell that something was different. Only he was too far gone to think about it, too lost in the delightful, clinging warmth, and all those caressing ridges…
Loki keened at the feeling of Thor back in his cunt. It wasn’t until he felt Thor’s cock begin to pulse, felt the warm spill of seed inside, that he realised that something was wrong.
‘Pull out,’ he whined. He tried to free himself from Thor’s grip. ‘Thor…’
Thor did so, cursing. Loki gasped as he quickly re-entered his arse. He felt Thor’s spend coating his insides, and was coaxed into a final orgasm. They stayed like that for a moment, joined, both breathing hard as they came down. Then Thor pulled out.
Beneath him, Loki drew in his legs, and curled up on his side, head pillowed on his arm. Thor dearly wanted to collapse beside him, but there were more important matters to attend to first.
‘Loki,’ he said, brushing back Loki’s hair with a gentle hand, stroking the wonderfully curvaceous join of arse and hip. ‘Loki, I’m sorry. I messed up.’
Loki made a sleepy sound, but did not reply. He seemed to have forgotten what had happened already; or else he was too tired and fucked-out to think about it. Thor scooped him up, ignoring his grumbling, and carried him into the bathroom. He sat Loki by the tub set into the floor, and got the water flowing. He fussed over Loki as the bath filled, keeping him from collapsing to the floor, soothing away his mumbled complaints that he wanted to be in bed.
Once the tub was full enough, Thor carried Loki in, and settled down with him in his lap. Loki dozed against his chest, opening his eyes occasionally to cast him a sidelong look as he felt Thor’s fingers probing inside of him.
It wasn’t until Loki had regained strength enough to speak that Thor understood the reason for his sceptical side-eye.
‘Surely you’re not ready to go again?’
‘I’m cleaning you out, you little fool.’
‘You know I’m not supposed to get water in there.’
‘You shouldn’t have my seed in there – that’s the more important problem!’
Loki sighed. But he did not seem to have the energy to actually be annoyed. Still, Thor knew that once Loki was rested and was more himself again, that he would be in for it.
‘Can you really not tell the difference between an arse and a vagina? Why don’t I transfigure you a new one and you can find out?’
The imagined words gave Thor an idea.
‘Isn’t there something magical you can do about it?’ he asked.
‘I don’t know,’ Loki said. He sounded almost careless, but Thor knew better – after years of incorrect assumptions – than to think that meant he didn’t care. ‘I’d have to ask Mother.’
Despite the heat of the bath, Thor felt his blood run cold. He spoke as authoritatively as he could while still remaining gentle.
‘You will not say a word of this to Mother. Is that clear?’
‘Alright,’ Loki conceded. But Thor did not trust obedience so easily won. Loki gave a sleepy yawn, and settled his head more comfortably on Thor’s shoulder, mumbling, ‘I hope you’re ready to be a father. And an uncle.’
Thor made an exasperated noise in the back of his throat. But Loki only sniggered softly. A moment later, he was asleep against Thor’s chest.
Thor stroked his hair. He wondered what they would do if Loki did conceive. He would not make Loki put an end to any pregnancy if he did not wish to. But then, Frigga and Odin would have questions.
Odin had dropped hints before about arranging a marriage for Loki, speaking as if his brother were a bargaining chip to be bartered off. The thought had always filled Thor with too much pain and anger to be dwelt on, though he had made it clear to the All-Father that he thought Loki should be allowed to choose his spouse.
If Loki were to choose… would he choose Thor? Thor had never seriously considered the question of marriage for either of them, though he had known he would be required to produce an heir eventually. Even though he and Loki were not related by blood, it seemed impossible that their parents would concede to a marriage between them.
But then again, once Thor was king, he would need no such concession.
He hugged Loki close. His nose nuzzled that of the little Jötunn. And on his sleeping lips, he saw an answering smile.