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The night of his coronation, Thor sits on the couch in his quarter on the ship and is pleasantly drunk. It’ll be a long time before they reach Midgard, and the occasion allows him to let go for a bit. Most Asgardians are doing the same elsewhere on the ship and Thor’s content to let them have their fun without him.
Beside him, Loki is sprawled on the couch as well, barefoot and dressed down. Thor’s glad to see him in green and black again instead of the blue and yellow of the Grandmaster. Thinking of that man, of the weeks Loki spent with him, is enough to ruin Thor’s mood slightly.
“What are you brooding about?” Loki asks, resting his head on the back of the couch where Thor has one arm outstretched. Loki’s hair brushes his skin.
“Nothing in particular”, Thor replies. When he inhales, he can smell Loki’s familiar scent. He looks down, his eyes follow the lines of Loki’s face, his nose, his jaw, his mouth.
Loki notices him staring, of course he does. “What are you looking at?”
“You. I think I’ve forgotten what you look like.” He says it teasingly but in truth he cannot remember the last time Loki looked so relaxed.
“You’re one to talk”, Loki scoffs. He reaches up and pulls at Thor’s short strands just a little too hard.
It’s been a while since Loki had his hands in Thor’s hair When their eyes meet, Thor knows that Loki’s thinking about it, too.
“If you want”, Loki murmurs, turning his face towards Thor, “we can blame it on the alcohol.”
“Let’s decide that tomorrow”, Thor replies and captures Loki’s mouth in a kiss. He pulls him onto his lap and for once, Loki follows him without resistance. His hands slide over Loki’s back before settling on his arse, pushing down when Loki grinds against him.
They’re both hard, panting into each other’s mouths more than kissing but Thor doesn’t care and Loki doesn’t seem to ether. It’s been too long.
“Loki – “Thor tries to speak but Loki chases his mouth relentlessly. “Loki!”
“What?” Loki hisses. His lips are swollen and his skin is flushed.
“Get us out of these clothes.”
“Is that an order?”
“Do you need it to be one?” One of Thor’s hands finds itself in Loki’s mane and pulls. “I am your King.”
Loki rolls his eyes but a moment later, they’re both naked. “I guess I have to do all of the work”, Loki says as he wraps a hand around Thor’s cock. Oil spills between his fingers.
Thor’s gaze roams over Loki’s body as he sinks down on Thor’s cock. His skin is unblemished, no love bites as far as Thor can see. It doesn’t mean that he didn’t fuck the Grandmaster but it helps. If he did, at least there’s no mark to show for it.
“Fuck I missed this”, Loki moans as he starts to move, bracing himself on Thor’s shoulders. “Why did we stop?”
Thor has no answer to that, can’t even remember the day they had sex last only that they stopped seeking each other out and then everything got worse.
“Let’s no -fuck – let’s never do that again.” He’s more than happy to let his brother do the work, resting his head on the back of the couch and watching Loki fuck himself on his cock. “Going to keep you like this.”
“How scandalous”, Loki grins at him, his words a little breathless and his face flushed.
“Going to make sure you never – ah- leave me again.”
“Thor…” Above him, Loki stills, a strange expression on his face. Somewhere between vulnerable and scared.
“Keep going, Loki”, Thor touches his brother’s chin. “Your king commands it.”
“Knew you were going to be insufferable about this”, Loki mutters but he is moving again, though slower than before.
Just because he can, Thor sends a spark through Loki’s nipple, causing him to clench around him. Lightly he runs his fingertips over Loki’s chest and down his stomach, watching as he reacts to the electricity. His brother is always at his most beautiful when his precious control slips and Thor can see behind the mask.
“Knew you’d like this”, he whispers into Loki’s ear when he leans more heavily on Thor’s shoulders to keep himself even halfway upright. He wraps his hand around Loki’s cock. “Come for me, I know you want to.”
Loki does. His body clenches around Thor, not just his hole but his legs that frame Thor’s hips and his hands clamped around his shoulders.
For a moment Loki is merely slumped over him, face hidden in Thor’s neck and Thor has his hands resting on Loki’s waist but nothing else. It’s only when he feels Loki’s teeth nip at his skin that he starts to direct his brother’s movements until Loki takes back over.
He pushes himself upright and slaps Thor’s hands away when he wants to touch him again. “Let me fulfil your command, my king.”
Thor does not come when Loki calls him that but it’s a close call. Instead he leans back once more and enjoys himself while Loki puts in quite the effort to push Thor over the edge. When he does, Thor cannot stop himself from grabbing Loki, pushing him down and holding him there.
“Was that to your satisfaction?” Loki murmurs, his face so close Thor can feel his breath on his skin.
He cups Loki’s face in his hand. “Fidelity looks good on you. Perhaps you can follow my orders more often.”
“But not all of them.”
“I’m not a fool”, Thor replies with an indulgent smile. “Besides, I’d hate for you to become predictable.”