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Thor hesitated before Loki’s heavy chamber doors, taking a long drawn out breath to calm his trepidation. He didn’t want to do this, but he was becoming desperate. He needed help, and naturally his brother was the only one who could help him...but for a price.
But what choice did he have? If anyone knew about this, if anyone found out,Thor would be laughed out of Asgard- maybe even all Nine Realms if word spread; and Loki assured it would. He mentally shook his head. No.. even if the prices Loki set were ridiculous, it was nothing in order to salvage his warrior’s reputation.
With a resigned groan, he raised his fist and knocked a little weaker than he meant to.
No answer.
Figures. He knocked again, this time a little louder, yet it was met with the same silence.
“Loki,” he whispered harshly through the door. “I know you’re in there, I can see the candle light from under your bloody door.” No answer. “Loki-”..
Silence.
Screw it.
He turned the handle and opened the door, not caring about the earfull he’d get with coming in without permission. He came in swiftly and closed the door behind him. Loki was sitting in a plush armchair beside a glowing fire, a large tomb in his hands as emerald eyes scanned the small foreign words. He hadn’t even bothered to look up at Thor before speaking.
“That’s very rude of you Thor. I really don’t understand what is so hard about permission before entering. Obviously I’m busy.”
Thor ignored him.
“I have a problem-”
“I’ll say,” Loki interrupted, raising his eyebrows whilst still reading. “You’d think even an idiot as dull as you would learn manners at some point.” Thor gave a low growl at the insult, but didn’t bite back; not when he needed something from him. But when he opened his mouth to say something, he closed it again in hesitation.
An uncomfortable silence began to stretch between them with only the occasional flip of the thin pages cutting through the air. Loki stayed quiet as he read, and Thor shifted from foot to foot, unsure how to even begin his request. Even though he had done this a few time before, it was never easy to ask Loki for this.
Eventually, thankfully, Loki broke the silence. The dark haired god lowered his book to his lap with a sigh, lulling his head back upon his chair. “Was there something you wanted Thor? Or are you just hovering for annoyance’s sake?”
“You know why I’m here.” Thor said quietly. Finally for the first time since he’d entered the room, Loki’s eyes fell on the warrior, a look of slight amusement dancing behind the green gaze.
“I’m flattered Thor, but I haven’t quite mastered mind reading just yet.” He hummed.
“I’m here for another...you know..’potion’.” Norns why was this still so hard to ask? The Thunderer could feel the heat creeping up his neck.
“Potion?” Loki feigned ignorance, but Thor could see the smirk hiding just below the surface. “A potion whatever for, dear brother? Are you feeling ill?”
“You know what for.” Thor bit out, again uncomfortably shifting from foot to foot.
“I’m certain I do not. Just tell me what you need, and why.”
He did this every time; Loki wouldn’t give until he heard him say exactly what he wanted to hear. Thor took a long breath, feeling his face pinken.
“I need…. The.. size elixir…” He practically mumbled.
“I’m sorry… what was that? I couldn’t quite hear /why/ you need such a thing.” Loki made a show of putting his hand up to his ear.
“The ..Size Elixir..for, my cock..” He mumbled yet again, cringing slightly at admitting something his brother already knew. This time, Loki did not bother to hide the wide smile.
“Ohhhh yes, of course. How could I have forgotten about your...little problem?” Loki chuckled at the way Thor managed to turn even darker pink. “You're here early for it, you know. The effects are supposed to last a few months. Or are you just asking in advance to spare the close-call from last time?”
Thor looked down in mortification upon recalling that night. He had been in the communal showers with the other warriors when he felt the weight between his legs suddenly lessen. No one had seen due to how fast Thor had left, but it had been far too close of a discovery than he cared to repeat.
Thor cleared his throat and shook his head. “No.. It, uhm. Wore off, a few hours ago while trying to sleep.” He'd actually been masterbating at the time when his meat slipped from his hand back to its original puny size, but that was a detail his brother didn't need to know.
“Wore off hmm? That's,, unusual.”
“Unusual, or you did it on purpose.” Thor accused lightly. Loki looked sarcastically offended.
“Why brother, I would never do such a thing.” He delicately closed the book and set it on the glass table next to him before rising off the chair. “Although I would be lying if I said it hadn't crossed my mind, especially after the ridiculous displays of masculinity you keep putting on for your admirers.” He chuckled and walked towards Thor. “You did,however, fulfill your end of the bargain. Three fresh dragon’s hearts for three month elixir, and a deal is a deal.” He crossed his arms while looking Thor up and down slowly. His older brother was a lovely shade of red, and his hands gently fiddled with the fabric of his night trousers. He avoided too long eye contact and instead chose to cast his pale blue gaze around the room . His hair was tossled as though he had roused himself from his bed, and Loki couldn't help but think of him laying on those silken red sheets. It was a rare sight to see Thor in such a state of uncertainty, and Loki was soaking in the joy of seeing him like this.
The elder cleared his throat, recapturing the trickster’s attention. Loki simply smiled and walked passed him to another table littered with various glass bottles and tinctures and a large open book resting on a stand. “You know this means you owe me another favor.” He said over his shoulder as he began working.
Thor watched him pour different colored liquids together. Another favor.
“Norns, don't ask me for another dragon’s heart for your experiments.” Thor practically groaned. “They were hard enough to slay without Sif and Fandral asking why I needed them.” Loki laughed.
“Those weren't for experiments, brother.” Thor raised his brow in surprise.
“Then what in the nine realms did you need three of them for?”
“I was entertaining guests from Vanaheim. Dragon hearts are a delicacy there and it was imperative I made a good impression.”
“You ate-.?” Thor stared angrily. “You sent me on a mission to risk my life to get those hearts and they were mere ingredients to entertain??”
“Yes, I did. An offer I might remind you that you willingly took in exchange for several inches between your legs.” He poured in powder to a now boiling mixture, making the color turn suddenly from opaque to the familiar translucent blue. “I’m merely capitalizing on your vanity.”
“My vanity? This is about maintaining reputation, as you so copiously remind me.”
“And what is reputation but vanity earned with respect.” He waved a dismissive hand at Thor. “No need to be defensive. I’m not disagreeing with you that you need to maintain your warrior’s image, but you should remember who puts that very image and confidence into your walk.” He poured the liquid in a vial, then sealed it with a cork and tuned around. “The prince of Asgard must maintain the optimal reputation lest other seek to undermine your… weaknesses.”
Thor eyed the blue liquid as his brother walked up to him. It wasn’t just about his size and what the people he bedded might say behind his back; but it was the thought that it would become so widespread that the humiliation would render the son of Odin as a joke. No one would take him seriously, and when the time came for him to bare him a child, Norns he would be doubted to even be able to complete the task.
“Agreed, “ Thor finally said, and the gleam returned to Loki’s eyes.
Loki held the small glass vial in his hand as he stood in front of his brother. Thor reached out for it, but Loki moved it away. “Your payment,” he reminded.
“Whatever quest you send me on, you know it'll be done.” Thor said impatiently. “I've yet to fail the tasks you've given me.” He reached again for the vile, and again Loki moved it out of his reach.
“No… You've not. But…” This time it was Loki who seemed to hesitate. He seemed to almost back out of whatever he was going to say, but instead regained his resolve and just cleared his throat. “However, this one is of a ….different nature.”
Thor raised his eyebrows.
“What exactly does that mean, brother?” Thor’s words were lined with a sense of dread. What could the trickster possibly want him to do now? He’s slain dragons and giants, he’d gone into restricted cities to retrieve books not touched in thousands of years, and he’d even gone pranking with his little brother and made to take the fall when they eventually got caught. Actually.. That one hadn’t been so bad.
“I..want to see.”
Thor was slightly confused by Loki’s request.
“See?” He asked. “See what?”
Loki let out a breath of mild frustration as if Thor were meant to immediately catch his meaning.
“You." He gestured to Thor's groin. "I want to see you and just exactly why you need this.”