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I’ve wanted to write a Thorki for ages, but never really got round to doing it. This one took me ages, I found it really hard to make it flow properly so I hope it’s come out okay.
If the concept of Thor and Loki having fabulous man sex offends you please click the back button, because essentially, that is all this is.
Hope you guys enjoy! Xo



“Loki!” Thor’s voice was full of happiness and relief as he charged into the room towards his sibling. Loki tensed but did not move, not even to glance at his brother as he hurried towards him. “Leave us.” He called to the guards at the door, Loki scowling as he heard their armour clinking when they did as they were told. Odin had made it expressly clear that Loki was to be watched at all times... Typical that they would ignore even the All Father in favour of perfect Thor.

“Brother, I was so afraid for your safety. Father sounded as though he had killed you.”

Loki wished for the millionth time that he wasn’t gagged. He wished he could turn to Thor and spit at him. Wished he could say to him that as far as Odin was concerned he was dead. But the strong, metal gag clasped to his jaw prevented him from doing any of these things, so he simply scowled and continued to refuse to look at Thor.

“I had to beg him to be allowed to see you outside of the dungeons.” Thor’s tone was a mixture of sadness, confusion and relief. Loki knew that it was probably the first time Thor had ever had to beg the All Father for anything, he had always been the golden child, always been given what he wanted without hesitation... Of course, even though he’d had to beg, he’d still got what he wanted. Even though Loki couldn’t imagine why Thor wanted to see him here and not the dungeons.

“Father has threatened to execute you for what you’ve done. But I promised him I could make you see sense... I said you’d apologise. He says if you truly wish to repent for what you’ve done he’ll spare you.” Thor was hesitant as he spoke, walking slowly to stand infront of his brother and gaze down at his face.

Loki turned his head away so that he would not have to meet Thor’s gaze. It was bad enough that he was left on his knees, hands bound behind his back and gagged as he was. He hated to be like this infront of Thor... Small and weak. Submitted to him. Even worse because he knew Thor would take no pleasure from it... Sweet, kind Thor... Thor who would dare ask their father to spare a trickster’s life, even after all he’d done...

“I know if you could speak you would tell me you will never repent. Or you would conjure up some lie to trick us all. But Loki... Please, my brother, I beseech you... Please, think. I can only convince father to spare you once, if you betray that I will lose you.” Thor dropped to his knees, a large hand reaching to grip Loki by the chin and force their eyes to meet. Loki winced and struggled, trying to fight out of Thor’s grip but of course it was impossible and soon he had no choice but to sigh and meet the sapphire eyes of his brother.

“I cannot lose you. You are my brother.”

Loki scowled and tried once again to wrestle out of Thor’s grip. He was not his brother. He was a liar, just like the rest of them. Cruel, heartless liars... Loki had never meant anything to any of them, and he would rather die than give up his quest for revenge. He would not apologise like some struck child. He would fight and he would lie and he would betray everyone until he was feared and respected above all others.

“You do not care, do you?” Thor’s words were softer now, almost a whisper. Loki stopped struggling and peeked up at him, frowning in confusion at the pain swirling in Thor’s eyes. Sentiment.

“Do you not see how much I care for you?” Thor asked softly, his hand gently caressing Loki’s jaw, the older male squirming uncomfortably. This soft touch was worse than any violence he had felt. “Do you not love me, as I love you? My brother?”

Loki squirmed again and this time Thor dropped his hand away. Both men turned their faces so they could avoid looking at the other. Thor was aching deep in his core, knowing in his head that Loki was not to be trusted and would never have an ounce of love for Thor, Odin or anyone else in Asgard. Yet his heart would not drop the hope that deep down Loki was still that mischievous child that loved Thor back.

“I need to talk to you. Properly.” Thor finally sighed, Loki ignoring him and continuing to stare down at the floor in solemn silence. “I’m going to take off the gag...” Thor was hesitant as he reached out, his fingertips grazing along the metal that forced Loki to remain quiet. He knew it was dangerous to let his brother speak. The elder would surely lie to him and try to trick him. Loki knew Thor better than anyone, he knew his weaknesses and knew the things he needed to say to take advantage of them... Yet Thor could not continue this one sided conversation any longer.

Loki kept perfectly still as Thor released the gag and lifted it slowly away from his face, dropping it to the floor where it would be close at hand if he needed to put it back. Loki took a deep breath and let his lips part as he relaxed his jaw. His teeth had been clenched from the moment he had been gagged and now the whole lower half of his face felt cramped.

“Brother?”

“I am not your brother.” Loki’s voice was quiet and raspy, barely there at all. His throat ached and his tongue felt swollen in his mouth. He flinched at the feeling of weakness but gazed at Thor with a determined look in his eyes. He may be on his knees, tied and dehydrated but he would not bow down.

“Yes you are...” Thor tried to sound stern but his words came out like a wounded whimper. He could not pretend that every time Loki denied their history it was like a thousand wounds to his insides. Not just his heart, but his lungs and his stomach and very being too... “You are my brother.”

“Odin is not my father.” Loki hissed, his eyes blazing as they locked with Thor’s. He scowled deeply and refused to admit even to himself that the pain in the blonde man’s face caused old wounds inside himself to reopen. He would never admit that he loved Thor. Would never entertain the idea that to be his brother –his true, blood sibling – would make him happy beyond words.

“We shared our lives.” Thor hissed back, trying to turn his pain to anger so that he could better fight Loki. Thor may have had ten times the physical strength as the dark haired man, but when it came to words and mentality he was the weaker. “We spent our childhood together. We wrestled together, laughed together, learnt together –”

“Spare me the memories.” Loki scoffed, his face a careful mask of disinterest. “I am no simpleton Thor, I do not forget my childhood. I do not forget how I once followed you around like a fool. I do not forget standing in your shadow and being eclipsed by it.”

“No, but you forget all the joy we shared.” Thor snapped back, Loki giving a bark like laugh but Thor spoke over him, refusing to back down this time. “You forget all the times we played together. You forget the nights we would sneak to each other’s chambers to whisper stories of ghosts and legends. You forget all the times I helped you practice your fighting so that you could please father. You forget all the times you would hold me and help me sleep when I had night terrors –”

“We are not babies anymore Thor.” Loki snapped, his voice raised and almost breaking from the force as he forced Thor to fall silent. Loki did not wish to remember those things, they were meaningless sentiment. He was above that now. “No longer do you have night terrors and no longer do I work to please your father.”

“Our father.”

“YOUR father.” Loki’s eyes were swirling with rage as he glared at Thor, his throat hoarse and aching, his face cut and bruised from the fight on Midgard. He wanted to go back to his dungeon cell and sleep for a thousand years. He was tired of talking, tired of Thor trying to reason with him. “Odin means nothing to me now. He never cared for me, he enjoyed watching me suffer, the way I constantly tried to be good enough. He enjoyed praising you for every tiny thing. I could have saved the whole of Asgard from an attack single handed and never would have received the kind of admiration you would for something as simple as felling a deer.”

“That is not true –”

“Do not try to lie to a liar Thor. My silver tongue could cut you to pieces.” Loki warned, his tone icy.

Thor gazed at the smaller man for a long moment, processing all he had said and trying to think of a response. It pained him to understand that all of this, everything Loki had done, was the product of feelings of neglect. He blamed himself for it all. If only he had not relished being in the spotlight so much, if only he had spent time in his childhood standing back and forcing their father to allow Loki some of the glory... then this might not have happened. Midgard would never have been attacked by his brother, and he and Loki would be close siblings who would get drunk together in the banqueting hall and laugh over stories of their childhood.

“You are thirsty.” Loki raised his eyebrows in confusion as Thor rose to his feet. “You must drink.”

“What?” Loki turned his head to watch as Thor crossed the room to a chest of drawers where a jug of water and a jug of mead were standing. This was a bizarre thing to do, Loki had been expecting some sort of smart ass response... Or at least more arguing. To be offered refreshment just seemed to be a step backwards.

“Thor, I do not want to drink.” Loki snapped, shifting uncomfortably on his knees as they began to ache more intensely than ever. He wished he was able to move his legs so that he could get some blood pumping through them again. “Damn it Thor I don’t want one.” He snarled as Thor ignored him and poured some of the water into a tankard.

“Be silent brother.” Thor snapped back, his deep voice ringing with authority that made Loki even more irritated.

“You can’t tell me what to do –”

“I’ll gag you again.” Thor warned, strolling back to Loki with the water. “I can send you back to the dungeons and I can let father have you executed.”

“You wouldn’t do that.” Loki scoffed, rolling his eyes. Thor may have considered himself a ruler, may believe that he could give orders and that people would bow down to him, but he had a weakness. A fatal flaw in his design... He loved Loki. And he would never be able to give up on him.

“Wouldn’t I?” Thor’s eyes were icy as he scowled down at the older male, his hand grasping the tankard of water so tightly it was in danger of breaking. For the first time in his life Loki felt a stab of shock through his chest... Thor really did look like he would go through with it. “You betrayed me too many times Loki.”

Loki’s green eyes widened as Thor knelt infront of him so that he could give him the water. Unspoken words were still hanging in the air between them, but they did not need to be spoken for Loki to know what they would have been... Thor was giving up on him. He was starting to surrender that final piece of trust he still held for the elder man, he was starting to believe, like everyone else, that Loki was nothing but a lying, cheating bastard that was better off dead.

“Drink.” Thor’s words were still hard as he clasped a hand on the back of Loki’s head and then raised the tankard to his lips. Loki’s head was still reeling from the realisation that he was losing Thor and so he could do nothing but obediently sip from the tankard as Thor poured the water past his lips.

“I have asked father to let me take care of you, that’s why you’re here.” Thor took the moment to speak whilst Loki was busy drinking and couldn’t interrupt him. “I wanted you in your old chambers but father wouldn’t allow it, he said you didn’t deserve such comfort. This was the best room I could secure for you.”

Loki almost choked on the water he was gulping down, Thor quickly moving the tankard away and patting Loki’s back as he coughed. Loki’s eyes were wide as he tried to process what he was being told. He wasn’t being taken back into the dungeons... He was to remain in here, with Thor...

“Why?” He choked, the only thing he could think of to say. Thor looked at him in slight surprise, biting his lip as he stood to take the tankard back to the chest of drawers.

“I didn’t want you being treated like a prisoner.” He murmured, as if he was too afraid to say it to Loki’s face.

“A prisoner is exactly what I am.” Loki responded, his voice just as soft. He did feel a little better now he’d had a drink, he had to admit. He watched Thor’s back with an unwelcome feeling swirling in his chest. Sweet, kind Thor... Loki wished he could hate him, truly hate him, like he hated the others.

“You can resent me for this brother, if that’s what you want. But you put yourself in this position.” Thor reminded Loki bluntly, turning to walk back towards him and for the first time in a long time, maybe even ever, his blue eyes held no warmth for the older man. “You chose to bring that war to Midgard, you chose to betray your family –”

“I am not part of this family Thor!”

“YOU ARE MY BROTHER!” Thor’s roar was so loud that Loki flinched just on instinct. The God of thunder was angry and his voice resonated deep in his chest like thunder resonated in the sky. “Why can you not see that?” Thor’s voice finally held pain again and Loki searched his eyes as he knelt infront of him, shocked by the relief he felt when he saw the usual warmth bleeding back into the blue irises. “Why must you continue this poisonous dream?”

“It’s not like I’m doing much whilst I’m tied up.” Loki pointed out softly, suddenly feeling exhausted. He hated it when Thor looked at him like this, he hated arguing but he hated to see affection even more. He half wished they had just killed him back on Midgard.

“But if we release you... You’ll just try again to betray us.” Thor bowed his head and took a deep breath, his golden hair falling forward like a curtain so that Loki could no longer see his face. “I do not think that I can ever trust you Loki.”

“Good.” Loki breathed, a lump rising in his throat but he ignored it. He was not some idiotic human. He did not share the human tendencies Thor seemed to have picked up on. He did not bow to sentiment. “I am the God of mischief Thor. You should never have trusted me in the first place.”

“I know.” Thor looked away from Loki for a moment, taking a deep breath and trying to come to terms with the fact that perhaps he would have to lose his brother after all. “But I always thought of you as family. I always loved you... I wanted to trust you.”

“Sentiment.” The word was supposed to sound venomous but it just came out like a broken sound that made Loki flush with embarrassment. Why did it sound like they were saying goodbye?

“So is this it?” Thor asked softly, gazing into Loki’s green eyes. “You will never repent for what happened?”

“Would anyone believe me if I did?” Loki retorted, sighing as he gazed back at Thor, feeling more and more exhausted the more he watched his blue eyes twinkle. “You said yourself you do not trust me anymore. I’ve told you clearly that that is the best judgement to make. I am not a part of this family, and you will never make me feel any differently about that. Yes, I will admit I spent my life being jealous of you, resenting you... Of course I know that’s why I felt the need to bring war to Midgard, to the one place you love more than Asgard. I know that, and I hope you know that all the pain I wished to inflict on you pales in comparison to the pain I wished on the All Father. I hope you know that I never truly wanted you hurt Thor... I bow to sentiment no longer, but if I would love anyone then it would be you.”

For a long moment the room fell silent, not even the sound of their breathing could be heard, but that was probably down to how Thor had forgotten to breathe. It was the most honest thing he had ever heard Loki say. He could tell it wasn’t a lie, right deep in his gut he could tell it was truth and that made him happy beyond words.

“So you tell me,” Loki finally continued when it became clear Thor was speechless. “Where does that leave us?”

“Brother, why can you not speak truth like this all the time?” Thor sighed, his hands coming up to gently cup Loki’s face. Loki flinched at the gentle caress to his jaw line but he didn’t pull back, only continued to gaze intently at the blonde.

“I am a liar Thor. You know that...”

“I know that I love you. I know that I miss the closeness we used to share. I know that when I thought you had died I believed I would never feel happiness again.”

“Sentiment.” Loki scoffed, though the lump was back in his throat again. He wasn’t sure whether to believe Thor or not, but then he was the liar, not the thunder God. Thor had always been a slave to his emotions. He wore his heart on his sleeve and there had been countless nights when Loki would reluctantly comfort him after he’d had his heart broken again. He was a fool, far too kind and too easily hurt... But maybe that was why Loki hated it whenever he saw pain in his eyes. Real pain, the kind of deep rooted lacerations only he could cause.

“Why would you fear for your happiness at my death? I do not bring you happiness Thor.” He pointed out softly, Thor’s warm hands still caressing his face and making his cheeks tinge a light pink. “I only ever hurt you.”

“You never used to.” Thor reminded him softly, leaning close as if to kiss him, Loki’s eyes grew wide in horror but then Thor moved and brushed a chaste kiss to his cheek instead. “I don’t want to discuss it further brother. I brought you here so I could make you comfortable tonight, to take care of you until court in the morning. Let us not talk of lies and betrayal any longer.”

“Why would you care for me?” Loki snapped, groaning when Thor gripped him by the upper arms and pulled him up to his feet with ease. Loki’s knees ached in protest and almost buckled from the force of the cramp that shot right through his legs. He grunted in pain and landed awkwardly against Thor’s chest, the blonde man supporting him with strong arms as Loki struggled to regain his balance.

“I care for you because no matter what you say you are my brother.” Thor said firmly, lifting Loki up like a bride so that he could carry him to the vanity table at the other end of the large, but unfriendly room. It was a guest chamber that was rarely used, all of the furniture was old hand me downs that were no longer wanted in the other chambers, but even this Loki knew would have been granted him only very begrudgingly by Odin. He deserved to be in his dungeon cell, not this cold, bare room with its old but still comfortable four poster bed.

“I should be left to rot in a cell.” Loki whined like a petulant child, pouting as Thor sat him down on the vanity chair and went to collect the wash bowl from the chest of drawers that held the jugs of water and mead. He left Loki’s hands tied as they were, he did not yet trust him enough to release his wrists.

“Is that what you want?” He asked softly as he returned with the bowl and wash cloth, quirking an eyebrow at Loki. “To rot in a cell?”

“It’s what you should want.” Loki responded quietly, his head turned away from Thor so he could look into the vanity mirror. He hardly recognised his reflection. It had been a while since he’d last seen it, and he saw now that his dark hair was getting too long, brushing against his shoulders, and that his skin was paler than usual. His green eyes were dull, they didn’t sparkle like he remembered. He looked almost sick, or perhaps that was just because of the cuts and bruises that adorned his face and body. He had that ridiculous green beast to thank for most of them.

“I want you to be like my brother again.” Thor whispered, sitting down opposite Loki on the same bench, the furniture creaking dangerously at the extra weight but it managed to hold out. “I miss it...”

“Miss what exactly?” Loki asked coolly, watching with bored eyes as Thor dipped a washcloth into the water and wrung it out.

“Everything.” Thor shrugged, turning to face Loki again, one hand coming up to grasp his jaw and hold his head steady. “Do you not remember any of it? Like this, this reminds me of when were children, and you ran into that tree when we were hunting.” Thor laughed softly at the memory he was having, the noise a soft, pleasant rumble deep in his chest, but Loki scowled. “I had to clean you up, and you were crying.”

“I am not crying now.” Loki pointed out sourly, scowling as Thor raised the cloth to his face and began to gently wipe his pale skin clean of dungeon grime. “I have not ran into a tree now. I was thrown around by your ridiculous ‘Avenger’s.” Loki’s voice was full of scorn that made Thor’s face fall solemn again.

“I know...” He sighed, his touch carefully light. Thor sometimes forgot his own strength, but now he made a conscious effort to keep his pressure gentle as he dabbed at Loki’s face. “I only meant... It was just a fond memory, that was all.”

“How interesting that your ‘fond memory’ features me hurt.” Loki purred icily, Thor scowling and moving the wash cloth to look at Loki properly.

“The fact you were hurt is not the reason I enjoy the memory.” He said coldly, angry that Loki would even think it. “The memory is fond to me because it was one of the rare times you let me take care of you, instead of the other way around.”

Loki’s eyebrows rose in surprise, forced to fall silent as he thought about that. He never thought that he ever took care of Thor... Not much. But now he thought back he supposed he had... There had been many times, when Thor had been hurt, or had a nightmare, when Loki would be forced to take up his role as older sibling and comfort his younger brother. He always told himself he hated doing it, but he supposed deep down he had enjoyed knowing he was the one to make Thor feel happy again. He had never imagined it could be the same for the blonde man.

“I see...” Loki couldn’t think of anything else to say and he fell silent as Thor returned to cleaning his face. His wounds had not been attended to yet, and he gasped softly as the cold, damp cloth was brushed along the long cut that spanned across from one cheek, over the bridge of his nose and to the other cheek.

“I’m sorry.” Thor quickly apologised, pulling the cloth back quickly. “Does it hurt?” The blonde’s eyes were full of concern as he looked at his brother, Loki blinking stupidly for a moment before he too blushed.

“No, its fine.” He sighed, closing his eyes as he allowed Thor to continue dabbing over his wounds. It felt strange to be taken care of like this, almost... nice. It felt good to have stopped talking about everything. Though Loki knew that the court in the morn would no doubt come to the conclusion that he needed to be executed, for tonight he could just forget about it and spend time with Thor.

“You have relaxed.” Thor noted as he smoothed his thumb beneath Loki’s lower lip, the wash cloth moving down his jaw now. “Am I helping?”

“Mm...” Loki hummed softly in his throat as Thor gently pushed his chin so he would tilt his head back and allow the cloth to move down the pale slope of his throat. “I don’t deserve your kindness Thor.”

“Yes you do.” Thor responded automatically, his hands coming down to touch the lace ties of the simple, ratty old tunic that Loki was wearing. He had been stripped of his grand clothes as soon as they had returned to Asgard and pushed into the ripped, old attire of a past prisoner. Thor had received a glance at Loki’s naked body at the time, something he hadn’t seen since they were very young children, and the site had stirred something in his groin which he usually only felt around women. He had forgotten about it up until now.

Loki opened his eyes when he realised that Thor had tensed, his hands touching the ties of his tunic but not moving. Loki glanced at them and then back at his brother’s face before he offered a timid, uncertain smile and cocked his head to the side.

“What ails you?” He asked softly, tugging a little at the ropes around his wrists and wishing he could get his hands free.

“I want to wash you.” Thor mumbled softly, peeking up at Loki through his eyelashes. “All of you.”

“Alright.” Loki shrugged, still not sure what was wrong. “Go ahead.” He offered, wondering if Thor was still too afraid to untie his restraints. Thor looked at him intently, biting his lip as he considered it. He peeked around Loki’s shoulder to look at his tied wrists and then back at the tunic.

“Wait here.” He eventually sighed, getting to his feet and walking to the door. Loki frowned, watching him curiously. Wait here? As if he had any other choice. He watched as Thor opened the door to the room and spoke softly to the guards outside. There was a long wait, and then he finally stepped back into the room and shut the door. Now though, he had Mjolnir in his hand.

Loki felt a small smirk tug at his lips as Thor placed Mjolnir against the door, so close that it was touching it, and then began to walk back towards the vanity table. Loki had to admit he was impressed. Thor was a good fighter and a kind man, but he was a bit of a simpleton. That he had had the sense to realise that by placing the hammer against the door ensured Loki would be unable to leave impressed him.

“You think I was going to try and escape?” He asked softly as Thor sat opposite him again and began to slowly undo the ties to his tunic.

“I don’t know.” Thor confessed with a casual shrug. “But this way at least I know you won’t try.”

“I could still try.” Loki pouted, Thor smirking at him with a playful sparkle to his blue eyes.

“Yes. But you would not get out.” Thor grinned, undoing the ties to Loki’s tunic and then moving to untie his hands. “Even if you killed me you would only result in making things worse for yourself. You will be unable to open the door, and so will the guards outside. You’d be left in here with no escape and forced to rot slowly to death.”

Loki scowled and puffed a breath of air upwards against his forehead. It was unlike Thor to get quite so graphic about these sorts of things, he must be impressed with himself. He was right of course though; Loki was well and truly stuck in the chamber until Thor decided to leave.

“You think I’d try to kill you?” He asked softly, sighing with relief as Thor finally released the knots of the ropes and he was free to move his wrists to his lap and rub the rope marks on them with his hands. He gazed at Thor with a slightly insulted look on his face, disappointed that the man had clearly lost so much faith in him. “I’ve told you I don’t want to hurt you.”

Thor shrugged, saying nothing as he picked up the hem of Loki’s tunic and lifted it over his head. He was a little surprised when the God of Mischief did not try to stop him, and he smiled slightly as he picked the wash cloth up and continued to clean Loki’s skin.

“It will take me many months to trust you again Loki.” He said gently, gazing intently at his brother’s pale flesh as he moved the wash cloth over his torso. He had more cuts and lacerations here from the battle and Thor felt a strange urge to lean forward and kiss every one. “I do not like seeing you hurt either.”

“You not trusting me hurt’s me.” Loki sighed, resting his hands obediently in his lap as Thor washed him. He was too tired to fight, even with his words, and there would be no point when he was trapped. He may have been out of the dungeons but he was still a prisoner. Thor’s prisoner. He knew the best thing he could do now would be to swallow his pride and just be good.

“I am sorry.” Thor apologised softly, though he didn’t make any attempt to try and console Loki by lying and saying he would trust him. Loki had said himself it was better to not trust him and so Thor was going to heed his words.

The two demi-God’s were silent for a long while, Thor simply washing Loki all over his chest and stomach before turning him round so he could wash his back also. Loki found himself relaxing more and more though he tried not to. He was not supposed to like this simple act of affection, but he found himself liking it a lot more than he should have. He suddenly felt like a small boy again, a weak, skinny child who used to cry against Thor’s shoulder because he knew he would never be good enough.

“Brother, may I wash here too?” Thor asked quietly after a while, touching his hand to Loki’s hip and sliding it down the side of his leg. It was an innocent enough touch but it made Loki flush a light pink. He had been so preoccupied in trying to get revenge that he had not been touched by anyone in... Gods, he couldn’t even remember how long it had been. He had always been more of a recluse than others; Thor had been the one who slept around.

“Brother?”

“Alright.” Loki conceded, nodding and tiredly getting to his feet so that he could strip of his breeches and sit back down again, completely naked. He was not ashamed of his body at all, and he had no problem in being naked around Thor. He supposed it was testament to the closeness they used to share and Loki vaguely wished they still did share. Of course though that simply was not possibly, there was too much water under the bridge now.

Thor was blushing slightly as he picked up the wash bowl and placed it on the floor where he soon followed, kneeling infront of the bench where Loki sat. Loki looked down on him with a curious glint in his eyes, biting his lip as Thor wrung out the cloth and got back to his washing. Well... This was unexpected. Loki had fantasised many times about Thor being on his knees, but never like this. He had dreamt of having him kneel so that he could tower above him, list the wrongs he had done him and kill him like everyone else; now though Loki couldn’t think of a single thing Thor had done that wronged him.

Loki felt his cheeks heating as Thor washed one foot and calf and then the other, taking his time to make sure he did not hurt Loki as he brushed over the spattering of cuts and bruises. Loki suddenly felt uncomfortable. He didn’t like Thor on his knees after all; it felt all wrong seeing the muscled man submitting to him. He had thought it would be something he would take great glee from, but instead it just made his chest hurt. Thor was the only person Loki had ever known who had wanted to accept him. Thor was the only one who had wanted him to be a real part of the family, the only one who had genuinely loved him.

Only Thor.

“Is it okay?” Thor asked gently as he skimmed the damp cloth over Loki’s knee and onto his thigh, a strong hand gently pushing Loki’s legs apart so he could wash both his outer and inner thigh. Thor didn’t want to make Loki uncomfortable or overstep a line, he was already surprised Loki had allowed him to get this far without complaining or trying to push him away. It was the first time in many years that Thor had been allowed to care for him.

“Yes.” Loki replied with one, simple word, his eyes closing for a moment as he leant back on his elbows and forced himself to continue relaxing. Who knew, tomorrow could be the day he was sentenced to death, if this was to be his last night then he wanted to spend it feeling good. He did not want to spend it arguing with the one person who had cared for him.

Thor smiled and continued to wash the man he considered to be his brother, his hands gently caressing through the cloth. Loki was an incredibly handsome person, and as Thor dutifully washed him he felt against that stirring in his groin. He peeked up at Loki and bit his lip when he saw his eyes were closed. He looked soothed; perhaps he was even enjoying himself. It was what Thor had been hoping for but he hadn’t imagined it would happen.

Loki was silent as he forced himself to relax and savour the feeling of Thor washing him. It felt good to be clean again, but even better to have Thor’s warm hands touching him. It was an unexpected pleasure and he wasn’t sure he was okay with it, but he didn’t protest.

Thor moved on to give Loki’s other thigh the same treatment, and as he did he dared to sneak a peek at his manhood. He was just curious... Just had to look. He was only going to glance, but as his eyes peered between Loki’s legs he found himself transfixed.

Loki’s penis was surrounded by a dark thatch of tight black curls that led up in a slowly thinning line to his navel. Even the skin of his cock was pale, though somewhat pinker than the rest of his flesh, and Thor realised with a jolt that Loki was semi erect. Possibly even more than that...

Thor’s hands fell still on instinct, his eyes wide as he stared in disbelief. Was this because of him? Had his touch elicited this reaction? He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the semi and his heart began to race. He knew he should ignore it and continue or move away and allow Loki to dress so that his modesty was covered. But he was frozen... He could do nothing.

“Thor?” Loki’s eyes had opened at the sudden halt and he looked down now at Thor with wide eyes. At first he was just confused, but then he realised what Thor was staring at and his cheeks tinged a dark pink. He hadn’t realised that he had been developing a problem, but now he could feel that faint stirring of pleasure in his groin and he quickly got to his feet, moving to grab his clothes.

“I – I apologize, I didn’t realise I... I... Forgive me, Thor.” Loki’s hands scrabbled to gain purchase on the fabric of his clothes whilst he tried to angle his body in a way that meant Thor would be able to see his penis no longer, but the Thunder God was quick to intervene.

“Wait.” Thor found himself gripping Loki’s hips and pushing him back onto the bench before he even realised what he was doing. He had never heard Loki get flustered before and it was causing his own groin to swirl and heat deliciously. Loki had always wanted to overpower Thor and had spent his life succeeding. He may not have realised it, but whilst he was convinced he was constantly drowning in Thor’s shadow, Thor had constantly felt like he was a ridiculous child that followed Loki around like a lapdog. He had never had any real dominance over his brother, and now he had found a way to actually gain some power he wasn’t about to give it up.

“Have I pleasured you, brother?” Thor asked silkily as he gazed at Loki’s manhood between his legs. The older man squirmed uncomfortably under his heated stare, his hands gripping at the bench he had been pushed back down onto.

“No.” Loki snapped irritably, his cheeks flushing red. “It’s just... Been a very long time since I’ve been touched so... Do not flatter yourself Thor.”

Thor smiled softly, amused that he had managed to make Loki so flustered. It wasn’t something he had ever managed to do before and his mind began to churn over all the things they could do tonight. Tomorrow could signal the end of Loki’s life, if this was the last night they would spend together Thor was determined to spend it having a good time. Loki had wasted years being angry at Thor, it was about time he pushed that aside and let the younger man show him how much he cared.

“How long has it been?” Thor asked curiously as he trailed his warm hands up Loki’s inner thighs, sending tingles through the pale skin.

“I know not.” Loki confessed, gasping and almost shoving Thor away as his fingertips skated up towards his penis. “Thor, don’t.”

“Why?” Thor asked softly, leaning forward to breathe softly against the tip of Loki’s semi hard cock. “If it has been as long as you say then it will feel good.”

“But you think of me as your brother.” Loki protested, squeezing his eyes shut and tensing his body in an attempt to stop the shivers of anticipation running up his spine.

“We are not related.” Thor pointed out smoothly, leaning closer still until Loki could practically feel his mouth on him. His cock twitched, hardening more as his nails dug into the bench. God, he wanted it... He couldn’t pretend otherwise, as much as he wished he could.

“Then why do you always attack me when I point that fact out to you?” Loki snarled, trying to make himself angry instead. Being mad was something he could be with ease, and it would help him resist the temptation currently breathing all over the head of his cock; but alas, it was too late. His anger would not rise.

“I do not attack you.” Thor scoffed, turning his head to start kissing up Loki’s inner thigh. “I tell you I consider you as my brother, and I do. You are my family... But we are no blood relations, so this is not incest.” Loki scowled at the smug tone to Thor’s voice, gasping as the God of thunder bit into his thigh and sucked to leave a mark.

“Thor!” He squeaked, embarrassed by the ridiculous noise he made and how easily Thor seduced him. He was given little time to think about it though before Thor was leaning forward again to flick his tongue over the head of Loki’s erection and then start to suck him into his mouth.

Loki’s head span violently at the sudden clash of pleasure grating through his insides and automatically a hand flew up to tangle into Thor’s blonde hair.

“God’s!” Loki squeezed his eyes shut as Thor opened his mouth wide and slid down his cock, taking him in all the way to the hilt before clamping his lips around him and sliding back. Loki couldn’t remember the last time someone had done this for him, though he was sure it had happened before. He wasn’t entirely sure how he had got here with Thor, it felt like only yesterday that he had been stabbing a dagger into his gut down on Midgard. Now he was back on Asgard, facing possible execution, with his dick half way down Odinson’s throat.

Thor peered up through long, golden eyelashes to gaze at Loki’s face. He judged his reaction as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked gently, using his tongue to push Loki’s foreskin down further and give him access to even more sensitive flesh. He felt a tingle of pride in his chest when Loki’s eyes rolled back into his head, his lips parting in a sign of his pleasure. Thor had never pleasured a man before, but he hoped this was a sign that he was doing well.

“Thor...” Loki groaned, trying to think of something to say, a way to make this all okay because despite the pleasure he just felt filthy and bad. Was this okay? Could they honestly do this, when tomorrow Loki could be killed for his crimes? Did Thor even remember any of it?

“Brother,” Thor purred as he pulled back and used his hand to stroke Loki’s erection. “You are thinking too much. Please, allow me this pleasure.”

“But –” Loki’s protests were cut off by Thor returning to his earlier ministrations, his mouth working utter magic as Loki groaned and arched his back. He couldn’t keep protesting when the wet heat around his cock felt so good, so instead he simply wrapped Thor’s hair around his long fingers and gripped tight to ride through the waves of pleasure.

Thor closed his eyes and felt his own cock twitch as Loki pulled on his hair. The quiet pants and gasps he was causing the older man to make were really turning Thor on and he sucked with more enthusiasm. He liked having his hair pulled he discovered, especially by Loki. Thor had lain with many maidens, and a few had tugged his hair but never quite as hard as Loki, and he liked it. He liked how Loki gripped his hair painfully tight and yanked whenever he was struck by a particularly strong wave of pleasure. It was making Thor’s chest heave with the force of his heavy breathing, his mouth opening wide every few seconds to pant with Loki’s cock still resting on his tongue before he would go back to his sucking.

Loki groaned louder and bucked his hips, the muscles in his groin clenching and swirling. His cock was starting to twitch, the head bumping against the roof of Thor’s mouth, alerting him to how close he was. His head was starting to spin with the force of his approaching orgasm and he moaned freely as Thor grazed his teeth across his erection and then suddenly pulled away.

“W – Wait, what?” Loki’s body blossomed with pain as he tensed inwardly. Why was Thor stopping? “Please continue brother.” He groaned, the words slipping from his mouth before he could even think about them, calling Thor brother before he could stop himself. The effect was immediate and Thor’s eyes flashed with adoration and deep rooted lust as he got unsteadily to his feet.

“I am sorry brother, I don’t think I can let you release in my mouth.” He said honestly, unashamed as he began to strip from his grand clothes.

“You could have spat...” Loki muttered quietly, tipping his head back and closing his eyes as he caught his breath back, his cock red and weeping as it ached for stimulation. “What are you doing?” Loki opened one eye to glance at Thor as he stripped, blushing when his cock twitched visibly at the sight of Thor’s muscular body being revealed to him. The thunder God had a broad, strong chest and wash board stomach; his biceps seemed much larger now they weren’t concealed by sleeves. Loki felt his groin tug violently and his jaw dropped. He wished he’d been able to see Thor naked sooner, he had never imagined it would cause such a reaction inside him.

“Will you let me lay with you, Loki?” Thor asked delicately, kicking his clothes aside and standing before the older man in all his naked glory, arms hanging at his sides and his erection standing to attention. His eyes gazed into Loki’s, swirling shades of blue that created a look of lust and sincerity. He wanted Loki more than he had ever wanted anyone. He hadn’t ever realised that this was what he wanted, but now he had Loki naked and hard before him he found he just wanted to lye him down and feel his body all over.

“I... You can’t ask me that.” Loki choked out, but he made no move to push Thor away when the blonde man leaned over him and cupped his jaw. “You can’t really expect me to agree to this?”

“Why not?” Thor purred seductively, his lips achingly close to his brother’s. “I can tell you want it too.” Loki opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by Thor’s lips descending on his own, stealing his words with a wicked tongue that pushed past his lips. He groaned and grabbed Thor’s biceps, trying to push him away but Thor was much too strong and before Loki knew what he was doing he had stopped pushing against the blonde and was instead dragging him closer.

“Mmm...” Thor smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Loki and pulled him up off the bench so that they could stand chest to chest. The warmth radiating around them made Thor even hotter and he gripped Loki’s waist with one hand whilst the other remained on his jaw, feeling the muscles moving as he kissed him with a passion and hunger he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Loki felt ridiculously small and weak whilst he stood, crushed to Thor’s broad chest. He had never been as physically strong as the younger God, but he could really tell the difference between them now as he slid his long fingers over Thor’s pecs and felt the expanse of the muscle. In comparison he was positively effeminate, his slender body completely caged against the hot skin of his adopted sibling. He may have been tall, but he was still tiny when pressed to Thor.

“Brother,” Thor gasped into Loki’s mouth once their tongues had finished their sensuous battle and Thor was able to simply bite and tug against Loki’s lower lip. “Please say yes.”

“I... I can’t.” Loki mewled, his hands gripping at Thor’s chest. Even if he wanted to let Thor take him there was no way he’d be able to bring himself to say the words. There was too much history, too many years of hatred and stubbornness to just let it all fall now. Everything Loki knew and believed was being ripped away and it left him feeling uncertain and even anxious. He was almost glad he could be killed tomorrow.

Thor broke the kiss to stand back and gaze intently into Loki’s green eyes. He was silent as he gazed at him with a solemn expression, Loki shivering as he felt as though Thor was staring right in at his very soul. The thunder God was quiet for an achingly long time, and then he simply smiled an understanding smile and began to lead Loki towards the old four poster bed.

“In that case, simply do not ask me to stop, and that will be enough as consent.”

Loki gave a sceptical frown, but didn’t say anything. His body was wracked with lust and his erection was starting to ache so bad he could think of nothing but how desperately he needed to be touched. He supposed he could just take care of it himself, but gazing at Thor in all his naked glory was making that option seem far too dull.

“Come, lie beneath me.” Thor’s words were soft, making it clear he wasn’t trying to demand anything of Loki. He knew that the power shift was going to be uncomfortable for the older man, but for now Loki obeyed and lay in the centre of the bed on his back. He watched with carefully expressionless eyes as Thor moved to lye above him, supporting his weight on his elbows as he leant down to kiss Loki again.

Thor closed his eyes and smiled when Loki sat up to meet his lips, capturing them in a soft, slow kiss. Thor sighed and raised one hand to cradle Loki’s cheek, following his gentle pace with a quickening heart. It felt so good to kiss Loki, much better than he had ever imagined, and as he worked their lips together he could not help but push his hips down to slide their erections together.

Loki released a shuddering gasp into Thor’s mouth, his hands coming up to grip at his back and hold tight as his hips bucked involuntarily. It really had been far too long since Loki had had sex, and he felt like a fumbling virgin as he clung to Thor and raised one leg to wrap around his waist as the younger ground down over him. It was the first time either had been with a man and the pleasure that sparked over their skin from the friction between their cocks was a new and already loved experience. Thor kissed Loki with more hunger and his hands began to slide down his sides, moving beneath his thighs to raise his hips up as he ground down against him.

“You will tell me if I hurt you?” Thor asked breathlessly, trailing kissing across Loki’s jaw line before making a steady descent down the pale slope of his neck and throat. Loki grit his teeth to stop himself from moaning and nodded breathlessly.

“Yes.” He groaned, Thor leaning back and meeting his smouldering gaze with his own blazing eyes as he began to suck on three of his fingers. Loki’s eyes widened slightly as he wondered how it was going to feel when they went down there, but he tried not to show his anxiety. If he was going to the ‘girl’ for this then he at least wanted to come across as calm, he wouldn’t let it show if it hurt. He knew Thor would take no satisfaction from it if he did, but the pride in Loki wouldn’t let him think of it like that.

“I will be gentle.” Thor promised, sensing Loki’s tension even if the older man tried to hide it. “Just relax.” Thor leant down to continue his earlier kissing down Loki’s body, the older closing his eyes and trying to do as Thor asked. It was difficult when he knew what was about to happen, but when Thor’s wet fingers slid down the shaft of his still aching erection he couldn’t help but gasp with pleasure.

“Oh...” He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut and instinctively parting his legs as Thor’s fingers skimmed over his balls and then behind them to trace down his perineum. Thor watched him carefully through his lashes as he kissed down, flicking his tongue over one of Loki’s nipples before gently sucking on the rosy nub.

Loki groaned and rolled his head to the side, his legs widening further as Thor’s teeth tugged on his nipple. It caused a strange tugging sensation in his chest, as if the sucking was tugging on ropes that attached deep inside him. Loki had never had his nipples played with before and the surprise at how good it felt helped him not even notice when Thor pressed the tip of one finger against his anus and began to circle.

“Mm...” Loki was aware of a numb pleasure swirling like a slow tornado in his groin, but it took him a moment to realise what was causing it. Once he had his eyes shot open but Thor hushed him instantly, moving to kiss back up his chest to the base of his throat.

“Relax sweet brother.” He cooed, Loki scoffing and blushing at his choice of words though he didn’t say anything himself. Now he was aware of the finger rubbing against him in the most private of places he was unable to touch his mind to anything else. He couldn’t deny he was frightened and his heart raced as Thor delicately nudged his finger against him so that it began to sink inside.

“Relax...” Thor ordered again softly, kissing up Loki’s neck and moving his free hand to wrap around his erection and start pumping. “Relax...” Loki closed his eyes again and focussed on Thor’s husky breathing and his hand on his cock. It felt good... really good... Even the finger sinking painfully slowly inside him felt good, though extremely alien too.

Loki groaned and arched his back slightly when Thor began moving his finger inside him, thrusting it slowly and steadily. Loki had never felt anything like it and he found himself thinking about how grateful he was that he was doing this with Thor. When he opened his eyes halfway to gaze at the younger man he could see how much pleasure he was giving him and somehow it made him happy.

Loki was bemused by his feelings, his chest heaving with his panting as his heart raced. He had always thought it would be seeing Thor fall that would give him great pleasure. But instead all his attempts at getting revenge had only ever caused him pain, and seeing Thor’s face light up with a smile like now made his heart melt inside him. Was this what it felt like to love? To care? Did he really, deeply care about Thor?

“Is it painful?” Thor asked softly as he slid a second finger inside the older man. Loki hissed and winced slightly, his muscles tensing on instinct before relaxing again. He could feel his sphincter stretching and it was uncomfortable, but he had suffered much worse pain in his time.

“No...” He breathed, panting softly as he gazed up at Thor again. “Brother I...” Loki choked on his words, not sure he could say them. Thor thrust his fingers deeper inside him and began to scissor them, cocking his head curiously to the side as he waited for Loki to finish what he was saying.

“Yes, Loki?”

“I...” Loki choked again, his chest heaving. To say he hated Thor was easy, he had said it many times and it always slid off his tongue like butter. But this... This was much harder. The repercussions of it were much more intimidating. “I am glad,” He finally breathed as a third finger joined the other two. “Unn... I am glad... that you are going t – to make me... yours...”

Thor stared at Loki in shock, his lips parting in his surprise as those words slowly sunk in. His fingers thrust and stretched inside Loki just on instinct, prepping him even as Thor’s head span with the force of his brother’s words. Was this another one of Loki’s cruel tricks? He turned sceptical eyes on him, meeting Loki’s gaze and blushing at what he saw.

Loki gazed up at Thor with a wet shine to his eyes. He looked open, exposed... afraid. It was clear that he had not lied and that he was nervous over his admission. He seemed so much younger, so vulnerable as he lay beneath Thor with glistening eyes and his legs splayed. Thor felt as if his heart was bruising itself against his ribs it pounded so hard.

“Loki...” He whispered, unsure of how to respond so he simply pulled his fingers free and grabbed Loki’s hips as he crushed his mouth to his. Loki gasped at the sudden kiss and arched up to wrap his arms around Thor’s neck, kissing him back with an equal hunger. He felt much more relaxed now Thor’s fingers were no longer inside him, or maybe it was because he had managed to finally say the truth. Either way, he was eager for them to move on, the thought of feeling the thunder God inside him finally a tempting prospect.

It was a long while before Thor could bring himself to break the kiss, his heart still racing as he sat back on his haunches and spat into his palm. Loki was looking fairly dishevelled as he looked up at Thor, his hair mussed and his eyes shining as he panted. Thor couldn’t help the grin that split his features as he began to rub his spit down his aching erection, eager to be inside Loki and send them both over the edge.

“I love you.” He whispered to Loki, his words shaking a little from his nerves. He hoped that for once Loki would just accept the words and not cruelly slap them away.

“I know.” Loki sighed, even smiling a little as Thor positioned himself above him. Thor smiled warmly and kissed Loki again, thrilled that the older man was being like this. He wasn’t exactly opening up completely and confessing his undying love... but the little parts of him he was giving to Thor spoke volumes.

“I will not hurt you.” Thor said confidently, Loki opening his legs as wide as they would go as Thor took hold of his thighs and raised him up so he had better access to his pert ass. “Just hold onto me.”

Loki nodded and did as he was told, sliding his arms beneath Thor’s so that his hands could lay against his shoulder blades and find purchase. He gripped tight when Thor began to push into him, stretching him open and making his ass burn. Loki couldn’t help but gasp and squeeze his eyes shut, reminding himself to relax and just focus on his breathing as Thor sank into him.

Thor tipped his head back and closed his own eyes as his jaw dropped open from pleasure. Loki was hot and tight and pulsing and it felt like utter bliss around Thor’s aching cock. He easily managed to keep Loki’s lower body levered upwards, causing the perfect angle as he slid home. Loki was whimpering and gasping beneath him, his ass clenching repeatedly as he struggled to adjust. Thor waited until his balls pressed against Loki’s ass before kept still and let him adjust, Loki breathing harshly as he wriggled.

“Thor...” He groaned, his body aching all over. It felt strange and all wrong to have something in there and it hurt, he couldn’t pretend it didn’t. He had felt worse pain, but none as intimate as this and he quivered all over as he waited for the ache to disappear. Despite the pain his cock was still hard, and as the burning sensation turned into a number, dull ache he began to realise how good it felt to have Thor inside him, all hard flesh coated in hot velvet. Loki sighed and clenched his muscles experimentally and grinned a little when he felt Thor twitch inside him in response. It was strange to feel their bodies connected like that, so intimately... as if their bodies could have a conversation without either of them saying any words.

“Is it okay?” Thor asked softly, gazing anxiously at Loki as he gently cupped his cheek and ran his thumb across his cheekbone.

“Yes...” Loki sighed, closing his eyes and clenching his muscles again with a mischievous grin. “Feels good...”

Thor positively beamed and leant down to kiss Loki as he began to thrust inside him. Loki gladly kissed him back, his long fingers smoothing over his back and feeling the muscles there as Thor thrust slowly and steadily inside him, giving them both a chance to adjust some more. The pain was disappearing rapidly now, changing into a pleasure that was as sharp and intense as electricity.

“Oh, Gods!” Loki groaned and slid his hands down to clamp against Thor’s buttocks, squeezing and kneading as he arched his hips up and began pushing his ass down. Thor took the hint and began to thrust faster, nuzzling his face into Loki’s neck to breathe in his familiar scent as he pounded into him.

Loki’s mouth hung open in the shock of his pleasure, Thor’s dick pulsing inside him and making his ass clench in response. It felt so good to be joined to him like this, better than either God could have imagined and Loki felt a strange lump in his throat as he clung to the younger man. He felt so wanted... Something he was not used to.

Thor kissed delicately at Loki’s neck between pants as he thrust into him. The heat clenching around him was intensely good, better than any maiden Thor had lain with and he groaned his delight into Loki’s pale skin. It felt so right to be holding Loki’s slender hips and driving his erection deeper into him, and if the noises the older was making was anything to go by then he was loving it too.

Thor angled his hips different to press his cock deeper into Loki, the tip nudging against something inside him that caused Loki to jolt violently and cry out in shock. Thor’s eyes opened wide in surprise and he leant back to gaze at Loki, his hips still thrusting as he gazed at him.

“O – Oh... Th – There... That feels good...” Loki praised, his hands coming down to grip at Thor’s biceps, clinging so tightly his nails dug into his tanned skin. Thor’s breathing grew heavier at the realisation he had found a sweet spot inside Loki and he began to thrust more eagerly, delighting in the pleasure that morphed Loki’s features.

“Mmm... Hah... Ah... Brother...” Thor groaned, shifting instinctively when Loki began to rise upwards. The two men changed position without either really thinking about it, Loki moving so that he was no longer beneath Thor but sitting in his lap. He gasped and groaned loudly at the depth it allowed them, Thor’s dick pressed inside him right to the hilt. Loki wrapped his legs tight around Thor’s waist, his arms around his neck so that his hands could play with his golden hair as he began to ride him.

Thor groaned his own delight and kissed and nipped along Loki’s neck some more, shuddering as he felt his pleasure rising to incredible heights. He held tight to Loki’s hips, helping to rise and lower him in his lap whilst his own hips continued to buck. He was still pressed snug against that sweet spot and the way Loki was leaking pre cum against their stomachs told Thor that he was close.

“Unn... Th – Thor...” Loki buried his face into Thor’s neck and inhaled deeply, intoxicating himself with the younger man’s scent. His spine was tingling up and down as Thor thrust against his prostate, making his cock twitch and leak cum whilst his body shuddered. He was completely unable to control himself, so he simply clung to his adopted brother and surrendered himself to the pleasure.

Thor grunted and groaned when he felt Loki tighten around him, his nails scrabbling over Thor’s arms as he screamed his release. Thor never would have imagined Loki to be a screamer, he was always so quiet, even when he was angry, so to hear him moaning so loudly sent a surge of smug pride through the God of thunder. He wrapped his arms tighter around the slender man and held him close, kissing through his dark hair as Loki shuddered and convulsed through the most intense orgasm he had ever felt. His ass clenched repeatedly around Thor as he spilt rope after rope of cum against his washboard stomach. His mind was in turmoil as he began to slowly come down, Thor still thrusting into him.

“Th – Thor...” Loki’s voice was a pathetic rasp, his hands still clinging tight to Thor’s muscles as he tried to ride through the thrusts. His body felt spent and exhausted and it was almost a relief when Thor suddenly gasped and reached his own climax, cumming inside Loki with a soft growl.

“Umm...” Loki nuzzled his face against Thor’s neck, shivering as he felt his hot seed filling him, dripping out of him and down his thighs as Thor finally slumped and pulled his softening cock free. Loki’s ass clenched at the sudden emptiness and he felt a strange tug of grief in his chest that made him breathless, soothed only when Thor moved to lay down on his side and pulled Loki with him, holding him close.

“Oh, my brother...” Thor groaned, cradling Loki to his chest and running his fingers through his damp, dark hair. “I love you.”

“And I you.” Loki whispered honestly, burying his face into Thor’s chest. It was amazing what an orgasm could do, Loki felt absolutely no animosity towards the thunder God anymore, only a deep seated love that had always been there and he had always tried to deny. But how could he? Thor had always been the one who cared.

“Really?” Thor smiled breathlessly, tilting Loki’s face up to meet his gaze and then softly kiss him. “You make my heart glad.” He beamed, chuckling when Loki smiled back at him, a soft, easy smile. Thor had never seen Loki smile quite like it before and his heart skipped a beat.

“I will not let them kill you in the morrow.” He whispered, Loki blushing deeply and gazing innocently into Thor’s blue eyes. “I will never allow it.”

“Brother...” Loki didn’t know what to say, he wanted to live, of course he did, but how could Thor expect to convince Odin to let him live? But then, he supposed Thor always had got his own way. He smiled and shook his head fondly, reaching up to gently touch Thor’s face. He smiled when the younger leant into his touch, turning his head to kiss his palm. “If you can save my life, I promise I will gladly give myself to you. Forever.”

“I shall hold you to it.” Thor whispered sleepily, smiling as he kissed Loki again and then simply held him to his broad chest. Loki smiled and closed his eyes, bowing his head as he wrapped himself around the younger man. He had every faith that Thor would be able to bargain for his life, and for once, he had every intention of keeping his promise.