He can't have caught more than two hours at most, when a noise wakes up the Jötunn prince. He's startled at first, trying to remember where he is, when he notices a part of the wall near him, slowly opening up like a secret door. Scared, he already considers taking his things to run, but when he sees it is Thor, he relaxes again, and doesn't bother hiding his appearance. Instead, he yawns, demanding: “What do you want from your king at this hour, Thor?”, wiping his eyes. “Nothing but to please his every desire, my lord!”, his brother gives back with a chuckle, moving to sit down on the bed with him. The trickster is still drowsy, and thus doesn't think anything of it at first. And still doesn't, when Thor pats over the blanket covering him, remarking: “You must be exhausted! I would like to help you relax!” “I was relaxed until you have awoken me!”, Loki snaps now, staring annoyed at his brother, wrapped only in a thin toga. But when he lets his hand rest on his slightly bloated belly, the Jötunn sits upright, wide awake at once. Thor meanwhile replies in a soft hush: “Oh, forgive me, my king! How ever can I make it up to you?”, looking at him with glaring desire.
Loki's mind is racing. The images of himself and Thor, lying with each other in this bed, his brother kissing his uncovered skin, resurface in his head, and frightened, he starts to shake. He mustn't just shove Thor away, lest he wants another discussion about why he is acting as if under a spell, but he certainly doesn't want to engage in whatever it is the blond warrior wishes to do with him. However, he believes he has a solution, when his brother repeats: “You must be exhausted, my dear! Come, lay off this form, let me pleasure you!”
The trickster regains his calm, and crossing his arms, smiles arrogantly: “Oh, I don't think so! I will remain this way! If you do not want me as your king, then you don't deserve to have me at all!” But he is shocked again, when Thor simply raises a brow, to start tugging at the covers, replying: “Hm. Well, suit yourself, my king, I was only being considerate! But rest assure, I want you just as much in this body as another!” And before Loki can react, he grabs his hand with his own left, again kissing his fingers tenderly, while pulling away the blanket with his right. The Frost Giant flinches, and opens his mouth to protest, but instead gives off an uncontrolled yelp, as Thor turns his hand to lick the inside of it. He stares at it surprised, while his brother gives him a cheeky grin, before sliding over his hand and wrist with his tongue again, making the Jötunn jolt.
To Loki's horror, his brother's touch actually tickles something inside him, making his blood pump, and sending shivers down his spine. It amazes him, as he never expected to have such reactions towards being touched, and in those places as well. Then again, noone ever did touch him in such a tender manner, and not with any romantic desire either. But it still confuses him, that his hand and wrist should be this sensitive. He would have expected other parts of his body to be much more willing to dispense pleasure and arousal. Though he would not have counted his ankle to be one, but as Thor's free hand reaches down to brush over it with his fingertips, Loki nearly kicks at him from flinching hard. And that's not the only limb that has a sudden upward movement.
“Oh, by the tree!”, Loki breathes overwhelmed and humiliated, while Thor just smirks, again lavishly licking over his palm and pulse, while moving up his leg to tickle the inside of his knee, making Loki moan unexpected. He quickly covers his mouth, pulling back both hands, and tries to close his legs, but ends up locking in his brother's hand in the process. The blond warrior just looks down on it with satisfaction, letting his eyes wander upwards, over the little tent rising in Loki's crotch, and then stares into his face with lust, remarking: “Oh my, do I excite you so easily today, my king? You must really have missed me then!” And he moves towards his face, getting ready to kiss him with passion once more.
But Loki puts up a finger, and still breathing heavy demands: “Wait!” Thor's head stops just in front of it, and he raises a brow, but Loki quickly commands: “You will not enter my body!” His brother looks a bit confused, so he repeats: “You do not have my permission! You shall not enter me, and that is final!” The trickster prays that his highly motivated lover will honor his prohibition, seeing how his toga is twitching in its lower regions, and gulps nervously, when Thor draws a large breath, as if to voice his protest. But instead, his brother retrieves his hand from his clenched legs, and once again pats over his stuffed tummy, musing: “Understandable! After all, I can imagine that you feel quiet full already!”
Loki stares at him dumbfounded, expecting him to retreat now, but the blond warrior just takes his raised hand again, and hums: “In that case, I shall give you permission to enter mine!”, and without waiting a beat, turns his hand to stick the raised finger in his mouth, and starts to suck. Loki is so shocked, that he simply reacts on instinct, pulling back his hand, and smacking his brother across the face with its back, like a disobedient subordinate. Then however, he holds his breath, unsure of the reprehension this might cause, as Thor gives him a dirty look, asking in a deep voice: “Oh, does my king wish to discipline me? Or would you rather, I fought with you? Is that it?” Loki stares back desperate, and already shaking with fear, he makes one last attempt at trying to become less appealing to his lovesick brother, by changing into his Jötunn form.
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Loki can feel himself relax a little, as the cold magic of the Frost Giants surrounds him, ready to shield him from another unwanted attack, regardless what it might look like. But he is surprised anew, when the expression his brother adopts, is not one of disappointment or disgust, but rather of enraptured delight and anticipation. He cannot understand this, and it frightens him, as Thor grins: “Oh Loki! Oh my love, my king!”, and then licking his lips adds: “So you wish us to battle? Then we shall see, if it is the Frost Giant who invades Asgard, or my lance that concurs Jothunheim!” And with that, he leaps forward to kiss his brother with passion, ignoring his freezing skin, or even taking delight from it, as he rubs over it with twitching fingers, tickling him in more unexpected places, making Loki yelp in shame.
He hardly lets him breathe, rubbing against his body, or sucking on his neck, while the trickster twists and turns, huffing in distress, while Thor moans into his ear: “Oh Loki, Loki my king! I must have you! I desire you, I need you, ah!” The God of Mischief meanwhile tries to protest, but fails miserably, as the warrior king keeps pushing all new buttons on him, having him squirm under his touch, or groan in shameful pleasure, making his eyes water, just to have him blink snow onto his pillow. He can't even form sufficient ice shields, as his concentration is disrupted by his jolts, thus only forming minor crystals, until the bed is lined with snow and ice, while Thor's hot body is keeping Loki from cooling down.
Until the blond warrior releases his brother for a second, ripping off his toga, and removing Loki's nightrobe in a swift move, parting his legs with one of his knees, and grabbing his wrists to pin to the mattress, glaring at him with lust. But when he lets himself fall back down, wishing to rub against the blue body underneath his, and moving to cover his mouth once more with his own, Loki manages to scream: “NO! PLEASE!”, while turning his head to the side, and shutting his eyes tight. The stronger fighter backs away at once, gasping in fright: “But my love! What is it?” “Please... by the nine realms, don't do it! Don't do this, Thor, I beg you!”, Loki whimpers, exhausted and at the end of his rope. But to his relief, his brother jumps off him, to kneel next to the bed instead, stuttering: “But my king, my love... how have I scared you so?”, only to gently tap at his face, trying to get him to turn to him. Loki only follows because he wants to escape his touch, covering his front with his freed arms, crossing his legs, and shivering. He still blinks snow, and Thor hushes in deep concern: “My love, please forgive me! I... I don't understand how I could be so blind!”
Loki risks a look, still shaking tense, unsure what could follow next, but once the other conveniently apologizes: “I thought... Forgive me, my king! It was entirely my fault, for not reading you the right way! Please accept my sincere apology, it was not done with ill intent!”, he starts to yell at him: “Get out! Leave my sight, you lewd barbarian! Don't dare lay a hand on me again, ever!” Thor stares at him in horror, and his eyes start to water, but he does not protest, moves to quickly cover himself, and mutters agreeingly: “Of course my king, as you wish.” “GET OUT!”, Loki screams, a bit more sure again, even as Thor turns to make haste to retreat, “LEAVE! LEAVE ME ALONE!”
However, when his brother looks back one last time with teary eyes, begging: “I'm so sorry, my love! Forgive me!”, as he closes the secret door, Loki falls back into his pillows, and starts to cry, releasing all the fear and tension, not just from this close encounter, but all that he had kept pent up over the last hours. And days. He feels so lost, so lonely, so helpless. Even though it is his choosing to use the tesseract as a means to travel the worlds, he cannot control where he goes, and sadly it is not even up to him, when the stone is willing to give him access to its powers. Thus landing him in the most unpleasant situations. Though none had been this frightening to him. And not even because he feared, that however his brother wished to make love to him might be painful. Loki could tolerate pain after all, as long as it was physical. But the uncertainty of what could come next, the humiliation of having no control over his body, its reaction, or the way the blond warrior wished to explore it, that scared and shamed the trickster to no end. And a small part even feels sad.
After all, once his brother truly understood his feelings, he had released him instantly, and shown open remorse. The way Thor had acted told him, that his Loki and himself must be not just intimate, but happy and trusting with each other as well. He cannot understand it. Would that have made the difference in his life too? Join his brother? As a friend, a trusted advisor, a partner. A lover. And be happy? Was that all it took? Bow to him, in the most embarrassing, exposing way... to be rewarded with a life of freedom, power, and pleasure? All in full consent? He cannot wrap his head around it. And remaining uncovered and in his Jötunn form to feel the comforting cold, he cries himself back to sleep, exhausted and heartbroken.
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