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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_(Movies), Thor_(Comics), Norse_Mythology
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor
  Character:
      Thor_(Marvel), Loki_(Marvel)
  Additional Tags:
      Comeplay, Fingerfucking, Spanking, Mutual_Masturbation, Lactation_Kink,
      Female_Loki, Underage_Sex, Voyeurism, Felching, Rough_Sex, Mild_Gore,
      Frottage, Sex_Toys, Orgasm_Denial
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-17 Completed: 2013-07-06 Chapters: 15/15 Words: 17488
****** 15 Day OTP Challenge ******
by umakoo
Summary
     I'm doing this challenge with Thor/Loki and the ratings, kinks and
     length will vary, but most of the fills will be explicit little
     snapshots of Thor and Loki's lives, built around a specific kink and
     the daily prompt.
     (I had to include all the warnings for the challenge in the first
     chapter, but I'll list the individual warnings and kinks that apply
     to each fill in the chapter notes.)
Notes
     The challenge was originally for 30 days, but I decided to cut it in
     half because I know I won't have time to fill all 30 prompts. The
     fills are not based on any one canon, it's mostly a mix of mythology,
     MCU, comics and my own headcanon.
     Hugs and kisses to beckerbell and schaudwen for the proofreading :3
***** Day 1: Clothed getting off *****
Day 1: Clothed getting off
(chapter rating: explicit. warnings: frottage. words: 1,271)
 
Loki would pay for this, Thor decided as he used his cape to cover the very
prominent bulge in his breeches.
He leaned back in the skillfully carved chair, squeezing the armrests so
tightly that the wood threatened to crack. The royal tailor peered at Thor from
behind a mass of fabric that was draped around Loki’s half-naked body before
going back to taking his brother’s measurements.
Loki smirked at Thor through the tall mirror that stood in the middle of his
dressing room. He pushed the fabric aside, just enough to reveal one pink
nipple.
The wooden armrests finally splintered under Thor’s powerful grip.
Loki shot him an annoyed glance over his shoulder. “Thor, that chair was a gift
from the ambassador of Vanaheimr and I rather like it,” he chided, but Thor
caught the quick smile on his lips through the mirror. “Whatever has gotten
into you?”
Thor didn’t want to lose his temper in front of the tailor, and he gritted his
teeth to hold his tongue, but Loki knew full well what Thor’s predicament was
and had been for several hours now. His torture had begun when Loki invited him
to his chambers after their morning lessons and Thor would have never accepted
the invitation had he known what was in store for him.
Instead of taking Thor straight to his bedchamber, Loki had led him to his
dressing room where they were greeted by Loki’s personal tailor. Thor had spent
hours seated in the corner, subject to Loki’s relentless teasing as his brother
sampled different fabrics and designs. As a son of Odin, Thor was accustomed to
getting his own way, and being forced to look at Loki in various states of
undress, unable to touch or express his desire in any way had to be one of the
worst forms of torment Thor had had to endure in the last three or four
centuries.
“What do you think of this color on me, brother?” Loki asked airily, his eyes
fixed on his own reflection as he ran his hands up and down the smooth blue-
green velvet. “Well?”
“I think it makes you look like one of mother’s peacocks,” Thor grunted through
gritted teeth, trying to ignore the way his cock strained in his breeches. He
was certain he had never been kept hard and wanting for this long.
Oh, Loki would pay.
“Peacocks are beautiful creatures, my prince,” the tailor commented politely.
“They are indeed,” Loki smirked, turning Thor’s insult into praise. “This
fabric will make a fine outfit for mother’s name day celebration.”
Loki allowed the tailor to pull the velvet cloth away and fold it neatly. He
stood before Thor in nothing but his light smallclothes, watching him through
the mirror, his eyes full of mirth. Loki arched one dark eyebrow in a familiar,
teasing manner as he brought his right hand up to his naked chest to briefly
brush his nipple with the pad of his thumb. His tongue flicked out to wet his
narrow lips, and Thor winced at the painful way it made his cock throb and
spill out a drop of seed in the confines of his trousers.
“Would my lord be interested to try out one of these fine designs next?” the
tailor asked, pointing at the intricately woven fabrics she had laid out on a
small sofa next to the mirror. “They are from western Alfheimr and I assure my
prince that they are of the very highest quality.”
Thor clenched his jaw, horrified by the possibility of having to endure this
torture through the afternoon hours. “Loki, enough,” he growled, throwing his
brother a dark look.
Loki watched him through the mirror before turning his attention on the
fabrics. “They are very lovely, but I will have to look at them another time.
My brother and I have some business we need to see to and I’m afraid it just
can’t wait.”
The tailor took her time collecting her things, and Thor had to hold on to the
splintered armrests to keep himself from getting up and shoving her out of the
room. When she was finally done, she gave them both a curtsey and took her
leave.
“Loki, you fiend!” Thor growled, crossing the distance between them with three
long strides. “What have I ever done to you to deserve such cruel torment?”
Loki met his eyes in the mirror and Thor saw some unreadable emotion pass on
his face. He had never seen it before, but it gave him an ill feeling in his
stomach.
“Loki?”
The strange look was gone before Thor could blink, and perhaps he had imagined
it, for his brother was smiling at him in his usual sly way.
“Torment? Hardly,” Loki huffed, rolling his eyes, “it was just a bit of
harmless fun.”
“You seem to have a very strange notion of what counts as fun. Have you any
idea how embarrassing it was to be in the same room with a servant in this…
condition,” Thor grumbled.
Loki widened his green eyes in mock innocence. “Whatever do you mean?” he
asked, feigning ignorance.
And that was the last straw. Thor had had enough of Loki’s jesting. He yanked
his brother’s body against his chest and pressed his aching cock between the
firm cheeks of Loki’s ass, throwing his head back as he was finally given some
much-needed friction.
“Oh, I see,” Loki chuckled, allowing Thor to rut against his body. “But I still
fail to understand how this is my fault.”
“Loki…” Thor snarled, glaring at his brother through the mirror. “I grow weary
of your games.” He pushed Loki toward the sofa and pressed him down on the
expensive fabrics, not caring if they got ruined.
“Thor, you brute,” Loki scolded as the fabrics crumpled underneath his body,
but there was no real bite in his voice. He folded his arms and pressed his
cheek against them, giving Thor a teasing smile over his shoulder. “Well? What
are you waiting for?"
Thor pulled Loki’s hips up and moved behind him, pressing one knee against the
sofa to support himself as he began to grind his erection into the cleft of
Loki’s ass, still covered by the sheer fabric of his smallclothes. Thor’s prick
was beyond hard, straining against the fastenings of his breeches, and he knew
it was too late to pull them open; Loki had kept him on the edge for too long.
Thor thrust down, trying to drive his cock as deep as it would go with the
garments between them, unable to hold back his release.
“Damn you, Loki," Thor groaned as he began to come inside his breeches, his
cock pulsing out the long-awaited release until it seeped through his pants and
began to wet the thin cotton of Loki’s smallclothes.
“Oh Thor… Spilling inside your breeches like an over eager little godling,”
Loki taunted.
Thor lowered his weight on Loki’s back, trying to steady his breaths, his cock
still twitching and spitting out the remainder of his seed. He frowned when he
felt Loki’s body shake with silky laughter.
“It appears the stories about your legendary stamina have been slightly
exaggerated.”
There was no mistaking the mocking tone in Loki’s voice, and Thor knew his
brother’s words aimed to wound. “You kept teasing me all day, what did you
expect?”
“Peace, brother, I was only jesting,” Loki chuckled, giving Thor a soft smile
over his shoulder. “And the stories about your prowess in the bedroom are quite
true,” he added. “I should know.”
***** Day 2: Role-playing *****
Day 2: Role-playing
fill rating: explicit. warnings: underage (Thor/JiM!Loki), spanking, fingering,
awkward dirty talk. words: 991
 
Thor brought his hand down on his brother’s naked bottom, cringing at the loud
smack that broke the silence of their otherwise quiet bedroom.
“Oh, yes, I’ve been a very naughty boy! Spank me harder, sir, teach me a
lesson, make me ache,” Loki panted, and Thor had to wonder where his young
brother had picked up such vulgar phrases.
He stayed his hand when he noticed Loki’s milky white skin was beginning to
turn red from the repeated spanking. The sight made Thor’s stomach lurch with
desire, but he couldn’t quite shake the feeling of wrongness that followed. He
knew Loki was enjoying the situation; it was very evident from the way his
brother kept grinding his stiff cock against Thor’s thigh, and it was Loki who
had suggested they try this little game in the first place. But spanking his
brother, still so innocent and unspoiled, without any good reason didn’t sit
well with Thor.
“Are you certain this is what you want, Loki?” Thor asked, stroking Loki’s
cheeks to soothe the sting caused by his hand, feeling the heat radiating from
the skin.
“Please, sir, I promise to be good - What?” Loki turned to glare at Thor over
his shoulder. “Thor! You’re breaking out of character again,” he whined.
“Forgive me, but I still don’t quite understand the meaning of this game of
yours,” Thor protested, his eyes fixed on Loki’s reddened ass. “I don’t think
they have allowed this kind of discipline on Midgard for decades.”
“That’s not the point,” Loki groaned. “I told you, it’s called role-playing and
I know you’ve heard of it."
Of course Thor had heard of it. His sex life with Loki’s past self had been
quite adventurous, but dressing up as a Midgardian teacher and seeing his small
brother in a formal school uniform was something new.
"Besides, it’s totally harmless and very popular on Midgard," Loki said
flippantly, continuing to grind against Thor’s thigh, canting his hips to offer
his ass up for more spanking. 
Thor narrowed his eyes, wondering how Loki knew what sexual activities were
popular among the people of Midgard, but his thoughts were interrupted when he
felt Loki’s cock twitch against the inside of his thigh.
Loki watched him from behind his overgrown fringe, his eyes mischievous and
wise beyond the years of his new body. “Please, sir, I don’t think I’ve learned
my lesson,” he grinned, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “Please…”
Thor could not say no to Loki for long and his brother knew it. Loki squirmed
in Thor’s lap, reaching behind to stroke the reddened skin of his ass. He gave
Thor a teasing smirk before parting his left cheek to reveal his smooth hole,
well aware of the effect it would have on Thor.
Thor’s nostrils flared at the sight and he could not stifle the grunt that rose
from his chest as Loki rubbed his small fingers against his opening.
“You are not as innocent as you appear,” Thor muttered, causing Loki to roll
his eyes at him. “Very well, brother,” Thor nodded, unable to resist the
temptation. Loki beamed at him, looking very self-satisfied. “Are you ready to
receive the rest of your punishment?” Thor asked, his voice firm and
disapproving the way Loki wanted.
“Yes, sir,” Loki nodded eagerly, and they both groaned when Thor brought his
hand down on Loki’s ass, the redness deepening with every stroke.
Loki kept thrusting against Thor’s thigh as Thor altered between slapping and
stroking the abused skin of his bottom. He slicked one of his fingers in his
mouth and brought it between Loki’s cheeks, rubbing against the tight hole,
coaxing it open.
“Relax for me,” Thor commanded, pushing against the ring of muscle until his
finger finally slipped in. Loki let out a surprised yelp, pressing against
Thor’s hand, squeezing the bed sheets to keep himself from falling out of
Thor's lap.
Thor began to fuck Loki with his long finger, mindful of the strength in his
muscled arm. His brother was so small now and Thor did not wish to harm him in
any way. Loki tried to meet every thrust of Thor’s hand, but his rhythm was
sloppy in his eagerness and in the end, Thor was forced to pin his brother
against his legs and hold him still as he fucked him with his finger.
“More, please, I’m so close, brother,” Loki moaned, unaware of breaking out of
character, too lost in his pleasure.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Thor asked, pulling his digit out of Loki’s
hole to rub at the swollen rim as he waited for his answer.
Loki's head jerked up and he hurried to nod, his dark curls flying about his
flushed face. “I have, sir! I promise I have. Please, let me come,” he panted,
twisting in Thor’s lap. "I want to come, brother."
Thor smiled fondly, happy to comply, and he slipped two fingers into Loki’s
loosened hole, seeking out his prostate. Loki let out a long wail as he began
to shiver, his cock going off against Thor's thighs, ruining the fabric of his
neatly pressed trousers with his watery seed.
“Good boy,” Thor said softly, moving his fingers in a slow pace until he felt
Loki relax in his arms.
He helped Loki to sit up and collected the boy in his arms, alarmed when he
noticed Loki’s face was streaked with tears. Thor cupped his cheek and used his
thumb to wipe away the wet marks.
“Brother, I- Forgive me, I didn’t mean to-“
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Loki interrupted, wrapping his small fingers
around Thor’s hand. “I promise you, I enjoyed it.” Loki glanced down at the
large bulge in Thor’s own pants, arching his pointed brows, smiling gleefully.
“And it would appear I was not the only one.”
***** Day 3: Kiss (naked) *****
Day 3: Kiss (naked)
(fill rating: PG. warnings: mentions of physical violence. words: 838)
Thor winced at the intense pain that shot through his lower back as he crouched
down to descend into the steaming pool of water. He had opted to bathe in the
royal family’s private bath chambers, not wanting to risk being seen by anyone
after the beating his brother had given him, its results still visible all over
his bruised body.
He took a seat on the marble steps that led into the pool and let out a content
sigh, allowing the warm water to soothe his injuries. Thor closed his eyes, but
he was unable to shake off the memory of what had happened in the training
arena earlier. He still couldn’t understand how a regular sparring session
between him and Loki had escalated into one of the worst fights they had ever
had.
Thor had come to blows with his brother many times over the centuries, but he
had never felt so thoroughly battered after one of their previous scuffles.
Loki had been unrelenting in his attempts to best Thor; refusing to yield no
matter how many times Thor forced him down or sent him flying against the
pillars and fences. Loki had never shown any sign of possessing the blood of
the berserkr, but after today, Thor was beginning to suspect his little brother
did have some hidden strength in his veins. Thor’s skin was covered in large
bruises and he was certain Loki had broken his nose as well as a couple of
ribs.
But no matter how battered Thor was, he knew Loki’s injuries were worse. In the
end, it had been Thor who had yielded the fight, not wanting to inflict further
injury on his brother. Thor had watched as Loki half-crawled, half-limped out
of the sparring ring, disappearing into the shadows of the training arena, and
he was beginning to wonder if his brother had made it to the healers when he
was suddenly startled out of his thoughts by a soft splash. The sound had come
from the other end of the pool, which lay hidden behind a shroud of thick
steam.
Thor stood up, alert and ready to deal with whoever was intruding his private
bath. “Who's there? Reveal yourself!” Thor listened to the sound of splashing
water as someone waded through the pool towards him. He felt his body relax
when Loki’s familiar form emerged from the wall of steam. It seemed his brother
had already been in the pool when Thor had arrived, so quiet that Thor had not
been aware of his presence until now. Loki had mastered the art of hiding since
they were young boys, and Thor could not hope to find him if Loki wished to
stay hidden.
Thor had to bite his tongue to hold back the horrified cry as he saw the
evidence of their battle on his brother’s naked body. Loki’s left eye was
swollen shut and his lower lip was split in the middle. Blood was still flowing
from his ears in dark rivulets, and there were scratches and fresh bruises
blooming all over his skin.
Thor couldn’t understand why his brother hadn’t gone straight to Eir’s hall
when his injuries were so many. Loki glared at him with his uninjured eye, and
Thor felt sick to his stomach at the accusing look on his brother’s battered
face. A mixture of confusion and anger exploded in his chest.
“Why didn’t you yield?” Thor cried out, his voice thick with worry and regret.
Loki remained quiet, swaying a little on his feet, and Thor crossed the space
between them, placing a hand on his shoulder to support him.
“Why didn’t you yield, Loki?” he repeated, pressing their foreheads together,
pulling his brother into his arms. Thor carded his fingers through Loki’s dark
hair, laying a feather-light kiss to his hairline, but Loki stood there
unmoving, refusing to answer.
Thor lay his palm against the back of Loki’s neck and pulled him close enough
to feel the beat of Loki’s heart against his own chest, but somehow, it felt
like his brother was further away from him than ever before.
"Forgive me," Thor whispered.
Loki remained silent, his eye downcast, but he allowed Thor to carefully wash
away the stains of blood and dirt from his mangled face. Thor tried to hide the
severity of his own injuries as he cared for his brother, but every breath he
took resonated in his broken ribs, the pain of it making him wince.
Loki finally met his eyes and Thor let out a quite gasp when he felt a cool
palm pressing against his side, seeking out the source of his aches.The walls
of the dimly lit bath chamber were painted green as Loki's healing seidr flowed
out of his fingertips, soothing Thor's pain and mending what had been broken.
Thor drew in a deep breath, relieved to find the ache in his chest was gone. He
cupped Loki's face gently and pressed a soft kiss on a darkening bruise on his
cheekbone. "Thank you, brother."
 
***** Day 4: Lazy morning sex *****
Day 4: Lazy morning sex
(fill rating: explicit. warnings: Loki in a female body, post-pregnancy
lactation, suckling. words: 890)
 
The early morning light bathed the room in warm gold as Loki sat down on the
edge of the bed to remove his fur slippers, ready to join his sleeping brother
under the covers. He felt exhausted after spending half of the night in the
nursery, but as he looked down at his tunic, he noticed two darkening wet spots
across his chest. Loki spit out a quiet curse and stood up to undress, wishing,
not for the first time, that he could have his old body back.
“Is everything alright, brother?”
Loki startled at the sound of Thor’s sleepy voice. His brother had been woken
by Loki’s movements and he was sitting up in the bed, yawning and rubbing his
eyes.
Loki was too embarrassed to voice his problem, even if it was becoming a
recurring thing, and he simply glanced down at his bare breasts.
His nipples were painfully swollen and leaking tiny drops of milk, and Thor’s
eyes brightened at the sight. “The child was not hungry tonight?” he asked,
reaching out with his hand, beckoning Loki to join him in their bed.
Loki raised his eyebrows at the unabashed way his brother stared at his leaking
breasts. “No, he wasn’t, and you seem quite pleased about it – as usual.”
Thor gave him a sheepish grin, helping Loki to settle against the lush pillows
before laying down on his stomach, pressed against Loki’s side, his eyes fixed
on a fresh drop of milk that was dripping out of Loki's left nipple.
“Would you like me to help you relieve the pressure?” Thor cupped one of Loki’s
firm breasts in his hand, hefting its considerable weight. “They must feel so
full,” he murmured as he used his thumb to wipe away white droplets that had
already leaked out, chasing the milk all the way down to Loki’s abdomen. “Well,
shall I help you?”
Loki gasped as Thor pinched his nipple, forcing out another warm gush of milk
before sealing his mouth around the hard nub to give Loki a taste of what he
was offering.
Loki nodded, his eyes slipping closed. “Please.”
Thor took both of Loki’s breasts in his large hands and began to work the
nipples, rubbing them gently between his thumb and forefinger, pausing every
once in a while to knead the tender breasts. Loki’s chest rose and fell more
rapidly as Thor leaned in to finally latch onto his left nipple. They had done
this before and it didn’t take Thor long to establish the steady suction needed
to coax the fluid to flow from Loki’s full breast.
Loki’s mind and body were still recovering from bearing their first child in a
form that wasn’t truly his. It was too soon for him to feel arousal, but Thor’s
cock began to fill and harden, its familiar weight pressing against Loki’s
thigh as his brother kept suckling, swallowing down the sweet milk.
Loki withdrew his breast from Thor’s mouth, pushing at his shoulders until Thor
moved to lie on his back. Loki climbed on top of him, settling on his hands and
knees, reaching between them to take Thor’s cock in his hand. He pulled back
the foreskin and slicked his fingers in the pre-spending that was seeping from
the slit, tightening his hand into a fist for Thor to thrust into as he leaned
down to offer his brother one of his nipples. Thor grabbed the heavy breast
with eager hands, holding on to it as he suckled.
The room was soon filled with Loki’s soft pants and the steady smacking sound
from Thor’s mouth. Loki lowered himself enough to let the slick head of Thor’s
erection to brush against the soft folds between his thighs and his brother let
out a pleased grunt, but Thor knew Loki was still recovering and he was content
to simply slide his cock against Loki’s smooth cunt, never attempting to enter
him.
Loki’s right nipple, sore and neglected, continued to leak drops of milk,
wetting Thor’s cheek and he pulled back enough to offer it to his brother. He
withdrew his hand from Thor's cock, using his fingers to squeeze the soft
breast, kneading the swollen ducts to help the milk to flow until it was
gushing out in a steady thin stream, faster than Thor could swallow. It spilled
out of the corners of Thor’s mouth, trickling into his beard and down his neck,
wetting the sheets in their bed.
Thor released Loki’s breast and pulled back with a strangled groan. “Loki… I am
going to spill,” he gasped just as his cock began to shoot between Loki’s
thighs. Loki took his brother's prick in his hand once more and brushed his
long fingers along the thick shaft, guiding it between his folds to rub against
it, letting out a quiet moan as he felt Thor’s warm seed wet his cunt and his
lower belly.
The flow of milk began to diminish and Loki leaned against Thor’s thighs,
looking down at his brother who was still recovering from his orgasm, his broad
chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Thor’s chin was white from the
spilled milk, and Loki couldn’t help but smile at the sight, his eyes fond.
“You look like a cat that got the cream.”
***** Day 5: Cuddles (naked) *****
Day 5: cuddles (naked)
(fill rating: explicit. warnings: mild cumplay and fingering. words: 584)
 
Loki threw back the thick fur covers, certain that Thor was in deep slumber
after being so thoroughly satisfied. He crawled out of the large bed as quietly
as he could and began to look for his clothes. The many pieces of his outfit
were scattered all over Thor’s bed chamber, which was not that unusual, for his
brother was not known for his patience. Loki’s lips curved up in a fond smile
as he remembered Thor’s stubborn attempts to maneuver Loki around and get him
undressed without breaking their kiss. The cracked pitcher and the two goblets
he had knocked down from the table near the fireplace were proof that he hadn’t
been very successful.
Loki moved around the room soundlessly, collecting his garments from wherever
Thor had let them fall from his hands. His golden torque had been tossed
carelessly to the wooden side table next to Thor’s bed, and as Loki reached for
it, he felt his brother’s calloused fingers close around his wrist.
“Please, don’t go,” Thor spoke from the bed, his voice hoarse from sleep. “You
always leave as soon as you have been sated,” he grumbled.
Loki turned to look at his brother, trying to resist Thor’s attempts to pull
him back into bed. “Thor... You know I can’t stay. The last time I spent the
night in your bed, the page nearly caught us. We are lucky his eyes are as dim
as his wit and he mistook me for a maiden,” Loki reminded, but Thor, stubborn
as always, continued to tug him toward the bed.
“Brother, please. Just for a moment.”
The ridiculously pleading look in Thor’s blue eyes made Loki snort, but if he
was being completely honest, he hated having to steal away in the dead of night
after their secret trysts, skulking in the shadows like a common thief.
“Oh, very well then,” Loki sighed, dropping his clothes from his hands,
allowing Thor to pull him back into the warm furs.
“Thank you,” Thor whispered, and Loki couldn’t hold back the content little
sigh that slipped past his lips as his brother wrapped his large arms around
his naked body, pressing soft kisses to Loki’s jaw before moving to nuzzle his
neck.
“Only for a moment,” Loki reminded, wincing a little when Thor’s beard
scratched a sensitive spot behind his ear. “It's nearly dawn and you have left
me filthy and in need of a bath.”
“Have I?” There was a playful twinkle in Thor’s eyes as he reached between
Loki’s thighs where he was still loose and wet from their fucking.
“Thor… don’t,” Loki gasped, feeling Thor’s thick fingers spread him open,
letting some of the seed that remained inside spill out.
Thor fingered Loki with lazy thrusts, seeking out his sweet spot and teasing it
with light nudges. Loki felt himself begin to harden and it was becoming
obvious that he wouldn’t be allowed to leave the bed any time soon.
Thor withdrew his hand after a while, and Loki let out a disappointed mewl when
he felt the fingers slip out, desiring to be filled now that his arousal had
been renewed. Thor brought his hand up, his fingers coated in the evidence of
their earlier pleasure.
“You are still so wet,” Thor murmured.
Loki's cheeks flushed red as he watched the fingers, coated in Thor’s own seed,
disappear into his brother’s mouth. “I told you, I need to get cleaned.”
“You do indeed,” Thor smirked, pressing a kiss to Loki’s lips to share the
taste. Moving down, he peppered Loki’s skin with light kisses and settled
between his spread thighs. “Perhaps I can help you with that,” Thor whispered,
lifting Loki’s legs up on his shoulders before lowering his face between his
cheeks to seek out his hole.
“Well, if you insist,” Loki grinned.
***** Day 6: Against a table *****
Day 6: Against a table
(fill rating: explicit. warnings: mild gore, brief felching. words: 878)
 
Rivers of fresh blood ran in the hall of Thrym, and a host of bodies lay
scattered around a banquet table, limbs torn and skulls broken by Thor's mighty
hammer, finally retrieved from deep underground where the giant king had hidden
it. Thor's retribution had been swift and terrible. Not a single wedding guest
had been spared from his unforgiving berserkr rage. Loki’s nostrils flared and
he inhaled the smell of fresh carnage, watching from the shadows, eyes wide and
burning, as his brother brought the hammer down on the head of the last living
giant.
Thor let out a deep bellow that shook the rafters, and the sky above Jötunheimr
rang with the sound of distant thunder as Thor finally let Mjöllnir fall from
his hand, the weight of the uru head splintering the cobbled floor.
Loki’s breaths began to quicken with the spike of arousal he felt in his loins.
The bridal veil that shrouded Thor's face was painted red, matching the glow of
bloodlust in his eyes. And the eyes now turned to Loki, who had remained in the
shadows during the slaughter.
Loki backed against the banquet table as his brother began to advance on him,
the muscles in his massive arms still bulging with barely contained urge to
shed more blood. Loki gave Thor a wary look, trying to determine if he was in
danger, for his brother could not always distinguish a friend from foe when the
haze of berserkergang was upon him. It seemed the worst frenzy had passed, and
Loki relaxed, allowing Thor to crowd him against the table.
“You have retrieved your missing hammer and you have done it most… admirably,”
Loki remarked, pointing his hand at the corpses all around them. “It would seem
my plan worked.”
“Aye, it would.” Thor smiled sharply, grabbing Loki by his hips, hoisting him
up on the table. “I believe my crafty brother deserves a reward.”
Together they swept aside what remained of the wedding feast, along with a few
broken skulls, and Loki allowed Thor to maneuver him onto his back. His brother
yanked the white linen dress Loki had worn to disguise himself as a woman out
of the way, a hungry, almost feral smile spreading to his lips when he saw that
Loki was bare underneath his skirts.
Thor bunched up the hem of his own blood-stained bridal gown enough to reveal
his cock, already hard and jutting proudly between his strong thighs.
“Your fears of being unmanned by this charade seem to have been quite
unfounded,” Loki smirked. He spread his legs, opening them wide to invite Thor
between them.
His brother was not the most gentle of lovers at the best of times, and Loki
knew there would be no careful preparations tonight, not with the heady amount
of adrenaline still coursing in Thor’s veins, singing its battle song. Loki
spoke a rune to slick himself and ease the initial burn as Thor’s thick length
breached him in one powerful move.
Thor poured his remaining bloodlust into Loki’s body through his brutal
thrusts, and Loki welcomed it, throwing his head back in pleasure, enjoying
their carnal act. The ring of keys that hung from Thor’s waist kept jingling in
time with his enthusiastic fucking, and his possessive hold on Loki’s naked
hips was strong enough to bruise. Loki felt his elbows slipping on the bloody
surface of the table, and desiring to leave his own mark on Thor, he wet his
hand in the sticky substance and pulled Thor’s veil aside to paint his face
with the blood of their slain enemies.
They remained in Thrym’s hall until dawn, fucking amid the dead, debasing one
place after another. Loki lay on the king’s high table, boneless and thoroughly
satisfied as the the sun’s first rays breached the high windows of the banquet
hall. Thor had spent himself inside Loki time and again, and Loki could feel
the wet traces of his semen running down his perineum, his hole loose and
unable to close. Their gowns were drenched in giant blood, and Thor’s veil,
brooches and keys had fallen off sometime during the night, lost amid the dead
bodies.
Thor spilled one last time with a satisfied groan and pulled out of Loki’s sore
body. Loki’s own spent prick was soft in his fist as he shielded it from
further touches, his sack completely drained. He let out a grunt when Thor
hoisted his hips up to see the evidence of his passion.
“I filled you well, brother.” Thor’s mouth split into a toothy grin. He leaned
down, sliding his thumbs into Loki’s stretched opening, spreading him even
wider. “My feast with the giants was interrupted, but this will certainly make
up for it.”
“Certainly…” Loki grinned. He sank his fingers in Thor’s sweaty hair, groaning
his approval as Thor sealed his lips around Loki’s hole, working his tongue
inside and greedily licking the seed he had given his brother all night long
from the well-fucked and sensitive opening.
***** Day 7: In a public place *****
Day 7: In public place
(fill rating: PG-13. words: 998)
 
"Leave us."
The Einherjar that were keeping guard in front of the throne room gave polite
nods and began to walk down the corridor. Loki closed the large wooden doors
behind him with a simple wisp of seiðr, and the ancient hinges let out a loud
wail, the sound resonating in the hall.
Loki watched the lone figure of his brother, seated upon Hliðskjálf, as silent
and unmoving as a statue. He began to walk across the vast room, curious about
the unusual stillness, until he reached the dais and saw that Thor’s eyes were
busy gazing upon the branches of Yggdrasill.
Loki leaned closer, watching the rapid movement beneath Thor's closed lids. He
circled the throne, his fingers mapping its intricately carved designs before
settling on Thor's shoulder. There was no reaction. Loki brushed a loose lock
of hair behind Thor's ear, dropping his hand to his brother's chest to trace
the disks on his armor. Thor was so vulnerable like this; seeing every corner
of the nine realms, yet blind to whatever threats there may lurk nearby.
Loki glanced around, finding the hall quiet and the shadows long. He backed
away from his brother and took a seat on the dais at Thor's feet, flicking his
fingers to entertain himself with small illusions, waiting patiently while his
brother’s consciousness journeyed across the realms.
It was dusk when Thor finally opened his eyes and he was startled by Loki’s
presence.
"Be calm, brother, it is only I." Loki pressed a soothing hand on Thor’s
shoulder, giving him a moment to take in his surroundings after his cosmic
travels.
“All is well in the realms?” Loki asked.
Thor drew a deep breath and slumped against the backrest of the throne. “There
are minor conflicts in all the realms, but I suppose that is nothing out of the
ordinary,” Thor sighed, rubbing his temple. Loki saw that his hand was shaking.
“Mother advised me to avoid getting involved unless Asgard's safety is directly
under a threat.”
“That is sound advice,” Loki agreed, taking note of Thor’s haggard appearance;
his brother looked like he hadn’t slept or eaten in decades. There were heavy
bags under his eyes and Loki didn’t like how out of place they looked on Thor’s
youthful face.
“You did not break the fast this morning. Come to think of it, mother and I
have missed your company during most meals for the past two moons.”
Thor frowned, sliding lower in the throne, avoiding Loki’s eyes. “I have been
busy. You know that.” He continued to rub his temple, scratching his overgrown
beard. If it got any longer, Loki would have to braid it. “This is the first
time father has left the rule to me, and believe me, brother, it is not as much
fun as we always thought.”
“I know it isn’t,” Loki snapped, struck with sudden annoyance, for he had known
the truth about ruling for centuries while his obtuse brother was only now
letting go of their immature childhood fantasies, forced to face the many
responsibilities of the Lord of Hliðskjálf in their father's absence.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for this after all…” Thor whispered and his voice
was full of self-doubt, something only Loki and occasionally their mother were
privy to.
Loki’s eyes softened at the words and he placed his hand on the golden armrest
of the throne, leaning forward to cup Thor’s cheek. “Thor, you must remember
that you are not alone in this. You have mother’s wise counsel,” he leaned back
to meet Thor’s eyes, “and mine, if you’ll have it.”
Thor smiled for the first time since their father had fallen into Odinsleep. He
took Loki’s hand in his own and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “Of course I
want your advice. I do not think I can ever do this without you, brother,” Thor
admitted.
The corners of Loki's mouth curved up as pleasant albeit a little naive
pictures of the future flashed before his eyes. Perhaps this was how it would
be when their father finally relinquished his rule to Thor for good in a few
centuries, when it would no longer be practice while Odin slumbered. Thor would
be king, but they would be equals, for his brother would always welcome Loki’s
counsel.
Loki glanced around to make sure they were still alone before climbing into
Thor’s lap. The place was very public and Loki could feel Thor's body stiffen,
but it didn’t take long for Thor to wrap his arms around Loki's narrow waist
and mold their lips together in a kiss.
“I have missed this, brother,” Thor murmured, “I have missed you.” His hands
were eager on Loki’s body and the thrill of expressing their forbidden
affections in public was always like an aphrodisiac, but when Loki became aware
of the growing hardness in Thor’s leather breeches, he pulled away from the
kiss.
“It might be better to continue this in the privacy of your bed chamber, safe
from prying eyes.”
Thor let out a disappointed grumble when Loki climbed out of his lap, but they
both looked up toward the eastern window to see Huginn fly into the hall,
followed by Muninn. The ravens circled the throne room and landed on the
rafters high above the princes’ heads, watching them with beady eyes, their
caws echoing in the cavernous hall.
Loki straightened his long overcoat, glaring at the snooping birds. He waited
for Thor to get up from the throne and they descended the stairs of the dais
together, aware of the ravens’ watchful eyes on every single step.
“I have not had a good night’s sleep since father fell into his slumber,” Thor
confessed in a low voice as they approached the wooden doors. “Every time I
close my eyes, all I see are the displeased and judgmental faces of father’s
counselors and foreign diplomats, not to mention the common men whose troubles
are easier to solve, but just as many.”
Loki placed his hand on Thor’s shoulder in a show of sympathy. He glanced
behind his back and saw the ravens had left to share their daily learnings with
their mother who stayed by her husband’s side as he slept
“Do not worry, brother," Loki grinned, tugging on the tiny braids in Thor's
golden hair, "for when I am done with you, the only dreams you have will be
of me.”
***** Day 8: Rough sex *****
Day 8: Rough sex
(fill rating: explicit. warnings: rough prison sex. words: 1,316)

The path ahead of Thor is shrouded in darkness, but his steps do not falter.
The glass prisons, used to house Asgard’s most dangerous lawbreakers, have been
blessedly empty for half a century, but there is now light at the end of the
long corridor, and Thor is drawn to it like a moth to a flame. He knows he will
get burned, he always does, but in the end, Thor cannot stay away.
The Einherjar who stand guard in front of Loki’s cell begin to walk away when
they see Thor approaching, willing to give the brothers their privacy, for what
reason do they have to doubt Thor’s vigilance? After all, who knows the wily
trickster and his many ploys better than his own brother?
Thor stands before the glass wall of Loki’s cell, observing him silently. His
brother is seated at a small table with a book in his hand, sipping a glass of
wine, half of his simple dinner still on his plate.
The familiar sight gives rise to a sudden wave of nostalgia, and Thor feels a
deep ache in his chest as he remembers quiet nights, spent in Loki’s company,
enjoying good food and drink while his brother entertained him with heroic
tales and stories of old from the many books in his vast collection. Thor’s
heart wells up with longing for days long since gone, days he cannot relive,
but the illusion breaks as soon as Loki looks up from his book, the sight of
his pallid face and unkempt appearance twisting it, as if in mockery of how
Thor likes to remember his brother.
“Back again so soon?” Loki asks, leering at Thor through a curtain of messy
hair. His lips are painted red by the wine, giving his sharp grin a predatory
edge. “Your visits grow more frequent of late. To what do I owe the pleasure of
your company this time?” Loki inquires, settling down his book and the half-
empty glass of wine.
“Do I need a reason to see my own brother?” Thor offers, and he knows it to be
a mistake from the way Loki’s blood-red mouth twists into a snarl.
“Have I not told you not to use that word when we both know it to be a lie?”
Loki hisses, crossing the distance between them, coming to stand before Thor on
the other side of the brightly lit prison cell.
Thor presses his hand against the glass, jaw clenched. “And have I not told you
that your true heritage does not matter to me? We may not share the same blood,
but you have been by my side since we were but young godlings, clinging to our
mother's skirts; you will always be my brother, Loki.”
Loki watches him, licking spittle from his lips as he considers Thor’s words.
The tension between continues to grow until Loki finally raises his hand on the
other side of the cell and places it against Thor’s palm.
The corners of Thor’s mouth quirk up in a hesitant, hopeful smile, but it is
crushed almost instantly by Loki's cruel laughter.
“And therein lies your greatest weakness, Odinson,” Loki sneers, “you continue
to cling to falsehoods and meaningless memories, unable or perhaps too stubborn
to accept the simple truth that we mean nothing to each other, there is no bond
between us.”
“No bond?” Thor molds his hand into a fist and beats it against the glass,
shaking his head. They have had this argument time and again, but Loki’s
blatant denial of everything they have shared never fails to leave Thor feeling
raw and desperate. “How can you make such a claim? After everything...”
Loki’s expression shifts to one of false pity at the broken look on Thor’s
face. “I suppose I cannot deny the pleasures of the flesh we have indulged in,
“Loki says almost flippantly. “One would think you’d be glad to learn we share
no blood. Does it not ease the shame to know I am not your kin after all? For
we both know why you, once again, stand here before my cage,” he continues,
backing away from the glass, heading towards the bed in the corner of his cell.
Thor watches as his brother settles down on the unmade bed, his long legs
spread in wordless invitation, and he feels ashamed and weak, hating how Loki
has managed to turn something they both used to take pleasure and joy in into a
source of never-ending guilt and self-hatred.
But in the end, Thor cannot and does not want to resist the pull his brother
continues to have on his heart. He turns his back on reason and steps in
through the glass wall as it ripples like water, the Allfather’s wards granting
him access into Loki’s cell.
Loki welcomes him in his arms, but Thor no longer knows if he truly desires him
or if his brother is simply bored or perhaps delighting in the guilt he is able
to coax out in Thor with his caressing touches. As always, Loki aims to sully
the memory of their past with his barbed words and Thor counters them with
harsh kisses in an attempt to silence the litany of accusations and malicious
talk.
Thor longs to see his brother naked, but they never undress, the risk of being
caught too great for anything but hurried trysts, cold and brutal in their
simplicity. He lowers the plain leather breeches his brother wears in his
captivity enough to thrust into Loki’s body, but any attempt to be gentle is
rejected by Loki who begins to scratch at Thor’s scalp with his overgrown
nails, tugging at his hair and biting his lips until the taste of copper
explodes on their tongues.
“Spare me your sentimentality,“ Loki growls, his teeth stained red with Thor’s
blood. “The sooner you finish your rutting, the sooner you can remove yourself
from my sight.”
Thor looms over his brother and takes Loki's half-hard prick in his hand as he
fucks into him with short and precise, almost punishing thrusts. Loki tries his
best to hide how touch-starved he has become in his solitude, feigning cold
indifference as Thor begins to pleasure him, but Thor sees right through the
veil of pretense. Loki may insists the long years between them mean nothing now
that the truth is out, but Thor has reduced his brother into a quivering mess
countless times over the centuries, and he strokes Loki’s rapidly hardening
cock with well-practiced ease, knowing just where to touch him, how to flick
his thumb to draw out the soft sighs that Loki desperately tries to hold back,
his mouth a tight line.
Thor is always careful not to spill inside Loki, knowing his brother will not
get to bathe until the week is over. Sometimes, Loki allows Thor to spend in
his mouth, swallowing every drop Thor offers him, but tonight is not one of
those nights, and Thor pulls out of Loki’s body in time to catch his release in
a linen cloth he had folded into one of his vambraces; further proof of the
true intent of his visit.
He kneels between Loki's spread thighs and presses two spit-slick fingers into
his bruised hole, the muscles of his arm bulging with the speed of his
relentless thrusts as he brings his brother to completion. It does not take
long for Loki to spill, and Thor catches the seed in his hand before wiping
away the evidence of what has transpired in Loki’s cell tonight. He rises from
the bed and ties the laces of his trousers with hurried fingers, unable to bear
the weight of his brother’s eyes on him for long, for these days there is
nothing in them but malice, laced with anger and disgust.
“Fare you well, Loki,” Thor says, voice low, and the glass ripples once more to
allow him to pass. Thor steps through it, bracing himself for whatever foul
parting words Loki has in store for him.
“Until next time, Odinson,” Loki laughs breathlessly, but the lack of insult
does nothing to ease the guilt weighing on Thor as he begins his long walk of
shame out of the darkness of the prison wing, vowing that he will not return,
knowing that he will.
***** Day 9: Masturbation *****
Day 9: Masturbation
(fill rating: explicit. warnings: masturbation, voyeurism, Thor and Loki are
young-ish, but I don't know if that counts as underage for Aesir. words: 1,097)
 
The day was still young, but Loki had already gotten himself neck-deep in
trouble that had forced him to go into hiding. He was seated on a thick branch
in his favorite birch tree in a secluded grove east of the palace grounds,
entertaining himself with a book of Midgardian lore; some of the misconceptions
the mortals had about the Nine Realms and its inhabitants could be quite
amusing.
Loki’s head jerked up at the sound of hurried footsteps and he saw his brother
push through the bushes and barge into the clearing. Loki frowned, annoyed that
Thor had found his hiding place, no doubt here to drag Loki back to the palace
to be punished for his earlier mischief. He tucked the book into the crook of
his arm, ready to make his escape when he noticed the odd way Thor kept
glancing around, as if to make sure he was alone. Perhaps Loki had been
mistaken, for it didn’t look like Thor was even aware of his presence.
Loki shifted on the branch to get a better look at what his brother was up to.
Thor had been unusually secretive and aloof around Loki for the past six or
seven moons, and Loki was beginning to suspect his brother was purposefully
avoiding his company. They were still nearly a decade away from getting their
own rooms, and Thor’s odd behavior made things rather difficult when they had
to share a bed chamber.
Loki watched, green eyes keen, as Thor crouched in front of the tree where Loki
was hiding to pull out something from a hole between two knobby roots. Loki
stretched his neck to see what it was, holding his breath in anticipation, and
he nearly revealed his whereabouts with a surprised cry when Thor held out
Loki’s own ceremonial cape. It had gone missing several months ago, and now it
appeared Loki had been punished by their mother for something he was not even
responsible for. 
Loki bristled, furious at Thor for getting him into trouble. He had shoveled
dung for a month because of his thieving brother! Loki was about to climb down
from the tree, but he forgot all about his revenge as he watched Thor bring the
dark green cape to his face and inhale deeply. Inhale! The moan that followed
was muffled by the fabric, but it reached Loki’s ears and he stared, his mouth
agape, as Thor fell down on his knees and began to rub the soft velvet of the
cape against his freckled cheek.
Loki had to bite his tongue to keep himself from making a sound. He was
desperately trying to wrap his brain around what he was seeing when Thor
suddenly let go of the cape and began to unfasten his breeches.
Loki felt his entire face flush and his ears began to ring as he realized what
he was about to witness. For a brief moment, he thought about hurrying down
from the tree to make Thor aware of his presence, but he found himself rooted
to the spot, unable to move a muscle. And then it was too late. Thor tugged
open the leather fastenings of his trousers, pulled them down to his knees, and
took out his half-hard cock. He began to strip it, up and down, while holding
Loki’s cape in his other hand, rubbing it against his face like a cat, inhaling
Loki’s scent with deep breaths.
Loki’s heart was close to beating itself to a knot as he watched the scene
below him. His breaths began to come out in short little pants and he felt
light-headed, his blood pooling between his legs where his own cock was
beginning to harden and strain against his breeches, tenting the soft material.
“Loki…” Thor moaned, squeezing the cape against his chest.
Loki startled when he heard his name, thinking Thor had discovered his hideout,
but his brother was quite lost in his pleasure, unaware of his surroundings.
“Loki,” Thor repeated, palming his now fully erect cock.
Impossible, Loki thought, still unable to believe what he was witnessing. Could
it be... that Thor shared Loki’s shameful deviation? Did his brother know of
the feelings that were so wrong, so forbidden that the only time Loki even
acknowledged them was in his sleep, the mess in his sheets proof of his twisted
desires?
Thor continued to stroke himself, squeezing his cock where it was thickest near
the curls as light as his hair. Loki didn’t even notice he had begun to press
his own erection against the branch, needing to find some way to relieve the
mounting pressure between his thighs. He knew there must be a wet patch on his
breeches from the pre-spending his cock was leaking, and he was tempted to undo
the laces and slip his hand inside. He dug his nails into the white bark to
resist the urge to touch himself, not wanting to risk rousing Thor’s attention.
Loki didn't quite know if he was relieved or disappointed that in the next
moment, it was all over. Thor let out a series of winded grunts as he doubled
over and sprayed his seed on the ground, careful not to splatter any of it over
Loki’s cape. Loki had to squeeze his eyes shut and bite the inside of his cheek
to keep himself from spending in his pants at the sight of his brother's
pleasure.
Thor eventually got back on his feet and did a quick work of fastening his
breeches. He folded Loki’s cape neatly into a small bundle, smoothing out any
wrinkles almost… lovingly, before returning it to its hiding place between the
roots of the tree.
Loki followed Thor with his eyes as he began to walk away. He was about to let
out the breath he was holding, but that was the moment the faiths decided to
intervene. Loki’s hold on the book he’d been squeezing under his arm loosened
enough to allow the accursed thing to fall. He attempted to veil himself
between the worlds, but he had not yet mastered the spell and it failed him as
soon as the book hit the ground.
Thor spun around and locked eyes with Loki.
“B-brother?!”
***** Day 10: Skype sex *****
Day 10: Skype sex
(fill rating: explicit. warnings: underage (Thor/JiM!Loki), mutual
masturbation. words: 1, 283)
 
Thor was lounging in his bed in his private chambers, already half asleep, when
he was suddenly startled back awake by the Midgardian tablet, given to him by
his young brother. It had begun to ring insistently on his desk and Thor
grumbled at the infernal sound as he hurried to silence the device, shielding
his eyes from the bright light of the screen. He peered at the tablet from
between his fingers, trying to make sense of the colors and shapes with his
sleepy eyes.
“Incoming call from Littleh0rnyf0rBiGthunder. Answer or decline,” Thor read,
frowning at the strange name. He shook his head and pressed his large finger on
the red button to refuse whoever was a attempting to reach him at such late
hour. It was most likely a malfunction, Midgardian technology being so horribly
antiquated.
Thor set the tablet on the desk, about to crawl back to bed when the thing
began to ring all over again. He smashed his finger on the red button once
more, but the tablet continued to ring after every decline, the irritating
melody already testing Thor’s temper. When he had refused the call for the
sixth time in a row, a block of text appeared on the screen.
“Does your finger keep slipping? Answer my call, you big oaf!”
“Loki?” Thor mouthed. He stared at the user name, torn between laughing and
cringing as its meaning became clear to him.
The tablet began to ring again, and Thor pressed the green button, finally
accepting his brother’s call. The screen flickered and went black for a moment
until Loki’s annoyed face suddenly popped into view. He glared at Thor through
the device, visibly displeased.
“I can’t believe you didn’t pick up on the first six tries!” Loki grumbled and
his voice was as clear as if he were standing right next to Thor.
“Forgive me, brother, but I didn’t realize it was you,” Thor explained,
carrying the tablet with him across the room, climbing back to bed.
Loki rolled his eyes at him and let out a loud huff. “Like the name wasn’t
totally obvious,” he snorted.
Thor settled down on his back, leaning his head against the furs and pillows,
holding the tablet in front of his face. He stifled a yawn with his fist and
glanced at the tiny clock in the corner of the screen. “It is past midnight,
Loki. Should you not be in bed?”
“Oh, but I am in bed,” Loki smirked. He moved whatever device he was using to
call Thor a little farther away from his face, and Thor nearly dropped the
tablet when more of Loki’s body came into view.
His brother was in bed, there was no doubt about that. Loki was lounging
against a large pillow, and Thor stared at his naked chest, so pale in the
artificial light that it looked like Loki was glowing.
Thor licked his lips, forcing his eyes to focus on Loki’s face. “What trick are
you playing now, brother?” he asked warily.
“No tricks,” Loki grinned innocently. “But I do have a surprise for you.”
Thor had no time to react to his words when Loki suddenly disappeared from the
screen. The picture went blurry and froze a few times, and when everything
became clear again, Thor was presented with his brother’s naked body, kneeling
on the bed.
“Loki!” Thor sputtered, averting his eyes when Loki reached between his lean
thighs to take his half-hard prick in his hand.
"Do you like your surprise, Thor?” Loki inquired. His mouth curved up in a
wicked, self-satisfied smile.
Thor felt a jolt of arousal below his navel and he could not keep himself from
peering at the screen from the corner of his eye. He hadn’t managed to get rid
of the guilt that weighed upon him every time he succumbed to his old
sentiments and baser needs around Loki, but he could not deny the raw desire he
felt for his brother, even in this new form. 
Thor stared at the way Loki’s lips parted in a soft sigh, how the red tip of
his cock kept slipping in and out of view every time Loki moved his hand on the
shaft, pulling back the foreskin. Thor adjusted his loose sleeping pants when
he felt his own cock begin to stir with the first spikes of arousal. Loki
seemed to guess what Thor was doing, and he quickened his strokes, spreading
his thighs a little wider to show Thor how hard he had become from his own
touch, trying to break Thor’s resolve.
“Take your cock out, brother,” Loki’s voice urged through the small screen. “I
want us to spill together.”
It was becoming a little easier to ignore the guilt every time he was intimate
with Loki, and Thor didn’t take long to consider Loki’s request, for what was
the harm in touching himself? He fixed his grip on the tablet and pushed his
right hand down to loosen the strings of his pants. Thor groaned as he wrapped
his fingers around his arousal, giving himself a few strokes before pulling his
cock out.
Loki was on his hands and knees, crawling closer to the camera. “Show it to
me,” he whispered, his eyes wide with greedy anticipation. “Let me see.”
Thor smiled at his brother’s unabashed eagerness. He maneuvered the tablet in
his hand until the camera was facing the right way, and he heard Loki’s content
moan through the speakers. Thor squeezed his cock, sliding his hand along the
thick shaft, thumbing the flared head to collect a drop of seed from the slit.
He turned the tablet around once more and was greeted by Loki’s visibly excited
face. His young brother's pupils were blown wide and his small, supple mouth
hung open as he panted in arousal. “Shall I set this device down to give you a
better view?” Thor asked, laughing at Loki’s eager nod.
Thor placed the tablet on the nightstand, making sure Loki had a clear view of
his body before settling down on the bed, his back pressed against the wooden
headboard. He began to stroke his cock in earnest, turning his face toward the
screen to see Loki pleasuring himself in his own bed. Thor knew Loki wasn’t
going to last very long, for his brother lacked his old stamina in this young
form, and he didn’t even try to hold back his own release, remembering Loki’s
wish to have them spill together.
“Are you close, brother?” Loki gasped. His hand was a blur between his thighs
and Thor cursed at the way the picture kept freezing whenever Loki bucked his
hips into his fist. “I-I don’t think I can hold back for much longer.”
“It’s alright, Loki, just let go.” Thor tightened his grip around his own
erection, using his other hand to fondle his balls, urging himself toward a
quick orgasm. The room was filled with the sounds of Loki’s high-pitched moans
as his brother finally toppled over the edge.
Thor watched Loki’s small body tremble with the force of his pleasure and the
sight was enough to drive Thor to his own orgasm. He squeezed his eyes shut,
hearing Loki’s pleased murmurs as he held onto his pulsing cock, his semen
flowing out of the slit in slow, thick bursts.
Thor took a moment to recover and catch his breath. When he turned his face
toward the screen, Loki was reclining on the bed, laying on his stomach and
grinning at the camera.
“Will you answer my calls from now on, brother?” Loki asked, arching one of his
coiled eyebrows.
“I believe I will,” Thor nodded, laughing quietly.
***** Day 11: With toys *****
Day 11: With toys
(fill rating: explicit. warnings: anal beads. words: 1,830)
 
“No, the one on the left! Not your left, my left,” Loki groaned from the bed as
Thor rummaged through the cabinets on the other side of the room. The rather
pleasant sight of his brother’s naked backside did, however, take away some of
the bite from Loki's voice.
Thor reached into a small drawer, his hand almost too large to fit inside. “How
am I meant to find anything in this disarray? You have so many dusty old
scrolls and trinkets and useless baubles in here that you could pass for a
magpie.”
“Oh? You mean to tell me that you haven’t been in the habit of filling your
chambers with meaningless trophies and stinking pelts and animal horns since
you were old enough to brandish a sword?” Loki huffed, “I assure you,
those baubles hold more value than the contents of your trophy collection
combined.”
Thor grumbled something indistinct and moved on to the next drawer, offering
Loki a very nice view of his buttocks.
Loki licked his lips and got more comfortable in the furs, drinking in his
brother’s nudity with greedy eyes. He spread his legs a little wider and dipped
two of his fingers in the pot of oil they had brought with them from the baths.
The night was still young, but Loki was already loose and wet from taking
Thor’s cock once in the bath and twice in the bed. But it was not enough for
what Loki had in mind. He reached between his cheeks to seek out his hole and
slicked his entrance with copious amounts of oil, slipping his fingers inside
to make sure he was prepared. 
“Is this what you had me looking for?” Thor held up three glass orbs, eyeing
them suspiciously. Loki’s lips quirked up and he nodded eagerly, heat already
coiling in his stomach. He withdrew his fingers from his body as Thor sat down
at the edge of the bed and rolled the orbs in his hands, hefting their weight.
They were about the size of a ripe plum and each bead was connected to the
other with fine elf-woven twine. Thor tapped the glass surface with his blunt
nail. “Baubles,” he snorted, seemingly unimpressed. “What are they for?”
“You cannot guess?” Loki chuckled softly.
Thor dangled the orbs in front of his nose and shrugged. “I have never seen
anything like them.”
Loki rolled his eyes, taking Thor’s hand in his own, guiding it between his
thighs until one of his brother’s fingers brushed against his slick hole.
Thor’s eyes shifted between the beads, still dangling in front of his face, and
the hand between Loki’s spread legs. Loki had to bite his cheek to keep a
straight face as realization dawned on Thor.
“In there?”
“Mmmm,” Loki nodded, “I’ve been told they feel quite exquisite once inside.”
“Told? By whom? Loki, where exactly did you get this… thing?”
“It was a gift from Freya. She owed me a favor or two.”
“Freya?” Thor looked absolutely mortified, a dark blush spreading on his face
all the way down to his chest. “Loki, you know that anything said to Freya will
end up in her paramour’s ears. Her lips are as loose as- ah, well... My point
is that you cannot gossip about our private affairs with her.” 
Loki‘s brows knit together with a spike of irritation. “First of all, I
do not gossip,” he yanked the beads away from Thor and began to slick their
smooth surface with oil, “and secondly, I am well aware of Lady Freya’s
inability to keep things to herself, which is why I did not specify how and
with whom I would find use for her little toy. Besides,” Loki continued as he
dipped his fingers in the pot of oil, “you know the Vanir are, shall we say,
more accepting of certain things. And if the rumors about Freya and her dear
brother are true, I do not believe she is in a position to disapprove of what
you and I do in the privacy of our bed chambers.”
Loki took Thor’s hand in his own and placed the orbs in his palm. “I grow weary
of this conversation.” He parted his legs wider, urging Thor to settle between
them. “Shall we begin?”
Thor looked hesitant. “Are you certain they will fit inside? They look quite
large.” He caressed Loki’s slick opening with his fingers before pressing the
first orb against the rim, applying a little pressure.
“I should be fine. After all, you manage to fit just fine,” Loki grinned, his
compliment very plainly calculated. Thor certainly saw right through it, but it
didn’t keep the self-satisfied smile from his face.
Loki pressed his head into the soft pillows and focused on relaxing his
muscles, giving Thor a nod. “I am ready.”
Loki held his breath as Thor began to push the first orb in. Despite the
thorough preparations, there was some discomfort and the feeling of pressure
that followed was almost too much to bear. Loki winced, his entire body
shivering.
“Shall I continue?” Thor asked, immediately aware of Loki’s discomfort.
“Yes, yes, keep going,” Loki nodded. Thor obeyed and the bead finally slipped
inside.
Loki’s eyes fluttered at the strange new feeling and his lips parted in a soft
sigh; the pain was passing and in its wake came a wonderful sensation of
fullness.
Thor watched him, the creases on his brow deep with worry. “Are you alright?
How does it feel?”
“It feels quite… exquisite,” Loki sighed, the corners of his mouth curving up
in a satisfied smile. He canted his hips slightly to feel the sphere inside; he
was full, but he wanted more.
Thor leaned down and carded his fingers through Loki’s damp hair. “Ready for
the rest?” he whispered, his breath warm against Loki’s ear as he nibbled on
the lobe, licking along the shell.
Loki nodded and wrapped his hand around his half-hard cock. He began to touch
himself as Thor continued to work the two remaining orbs inside, applying
gentle but steady pressure until Loki’s hole swallowed the last one, closing
around the silky twine, its other end held in Thor’s hand.
Loki’s eyes rolled back as Thor followed the orbs with two of his calloused
fingers, pressing on the slick surface to move them around and force them
deeper. “That’s lovely,” Loki panted, enjoying the friction, made all the more
sweeter by the stretch of Thor's fingers, “now, try and pull them out.”
“One at a time?” Thor confirmed, wrapping the twine around his finger.
“I think so, yes,” Loki nodded, “do it slowly,” he added breathlessly, stroking
his fingers along Thor’s forearm to remind him of his strength. He bit his lip
as he felt Thor pull on the twine and the first orb began to press against his
hole, stretching it wide, testing its limits until it finally slid out into
Thor’s waiting palm. It burned, but the pain was not unpleasant, and Loki began
to enjoy the way it made his cock throb. He palmed his erection, smiling as he
noticed Thor’s arousal had been renewed as well, filling and hardening as he
helped Loki expel the second orb, pulling on the twine until Loki's hole was
stretched wide once more.
When the final bead was finally out, Loki groaned at the feeling of emptiness
it left behind. His hole clenched around nothing while his inner walls
continued to throb as Thor rubbed soothing circles around the swollen rim.
“Put them back inside, please,” Loki breathed.
Thor was a fast learner, especially when it came to Loki’s pleasure, and he
repeated the process of filling Loki with the orbs, then removing them one by
one, pausing to add more oil before plunging them back inside.
The way Thor moved the beads with his fingers made Loki gasp, the pressure on
his prostate even better than he had hoped. It was almost relentless, and
Loki’s cock had begun to seep out clear drops of pre-spending, pooling in the
trail of coarse hair below his navel. He came quite unexpectedly when Thor,
without a warning, pulled all three orbs out in one quick move. Loki felt his
balls draw up and his cock began to pulse out his orgasm against his stomach,
untouched. Thor had already fucked him so many times during the night that Loki
did not have much left to spill, but the satisfying waves that spread around
his body still managed to make his toes curl into the furs.
Loki took the slick beads from Thor, placing them on the bedside table and
moving his hand between his cheeks to feel how open he was. He slipped three of
his fingers inside and let out a quiet gasp as he met no resistance. Thor’s
eyes were fixed on Loki’s fingers, his own hand moving along the thick shaft of
his cock, now curving up toward his lower abdomen.
Loki withdrew his digits and grabbed his cheeks to pull them apart. “Inside,
please,” he breathed, watching Thor through lidded eyes, offering himself to
his brother.
Thor positioned himself between Loki’s spread thighs, holding the reddened tip
of his cock in front of his brother’s widened hole before sliding inside with
one well-aimed stroke. They both groaned as Thor began to move without delay,
thrusting in and out of Loki’s pliant body.
Loki wrapped his legs around the small of Thor's back to get him to go deeper,
needing to be filled, never allowing his brother to slip all the way out. Loki
knew he was much looser than either of them was used to, but he could tell Thor
was already close to spilling again, the roll of his hips growing unsteady. He
pulled Thor into a kiss and wrapped his arms around his broad back to scratch
the sweat-slick skin, urging him on.
“That’s it,” Loki moaned, his voice wrecked, words lost in their fervent
kisses. “You’re almost there.”
Thor’s fingers curled at the base of Loki’s skull as his cock began to throb
and swell. Loki blinked in confusion when he felt Thor pull out, but his
brother didn’t give him a chance to protest as he hoisted Loki’s hips up and
pressed the wet crown of his erection against Loki's open hole. Loki watched as
the slit grew wider and dribbled out a drop of seed. It disappeared straight
into his opening, held wide by Thor’s left hand. Thor stroked his cock a couple
of times and let out a satisfied groan as the rest of his load began to shoot
out, some of it landing on Loki’s swollen rim despite Thor’s attempts to aim
everything into his hole.
Thor drove his cock into Loki a few more times before crawling into his waiting
arms to recover, pressing his face into the crook of Loki's neck.
“Remind me again, Thor. What was it that you said earlier?" Loki ran his
fingers over his brother’s arm, drawing lazy circles. "Something about useless
baubles?”
***** Day 12: Sweet and passionate *****
Day 12: Sweet and passionate
(fill rating: explicit. warnings: Loki in a female form, brief mentions of
pregnancy, domesticity, fluff, words: 1,757)
 
The great banquet hall was filled with merry music and laughter, and the mead
flowed freely in honor of Yule. Thor watched his children from the high table,
following them with his eyes as they ran around the smoky room, some of them
chasing each other while the two youngest played with the dogs. The sight of
his children so happy and carefree never failed to bring a smile to Thor’s
face; he had fought many wars, helped save entire realms and countless lives,
but his sons and daughters, all seven of them, were the best of all his
achievements.
 There was peace in all the realms for the first time in centuries.
Thor drank from his mead horn and watched the joyful faces of his friends and
subjects seated at the long table. The food was plenty and there was not a grim
face in the hall. All was well.
And yet… there was restlessness in Thor’s heart, and despite the merrymaking,
it continued to grow. His fingers twitched and wrapped around the drinking horn
as they would around Mjöllnir, but the horn was frail and threatened to crack
in Thor’s mighty grip. He emptied it and set it down with a displeased sigh,
wiping his beard with the cuff of his tunic.
A hand appeared on Thor's right shoulder and he turned his face to meet Loki’s
eyes. His brother wiped little Sólveig’s mouth clean of boar grease and set her
down from his lap, arching his dark brows at Thor in a wordless question.
“I am fine,” Thor said, placing his own hand on top of Loki’s to give it a
light squeeze, “but I think I shall retire, brother.”
As Thor got up from his high chair, every head in the hall turned his way. He
motioned for the gods and goddesses to remain seated and continue the
celebrations, bidding Loki and the children a good night.
 
The sounds of music and laughter grew distant in Thor’s ears as he made his way
to the throne room. There were no guards at the door, for everyone was allowed
to enjoy Yule with their families. Thor pushed at one of the heavy doors to
enter. He came to a halt as he gazed upon Hliðskjálf and saw his brother
lounging in the golden seat, long legs thrown over the armrest. Thor had
learned the secrets of the hidden paths Loki sometimes walked centuries ago,
but it never ceased to amaze him to see his brother appear out of thin air
where he wasn’t expected.
“I knew I would find you here,” Loki spoke from the throne, his voice echoing
in the vast room, “for lately, you have spent more time brooding in this
accursed chair than you have in my bed. Tell me, what troubles you, my king?”
Loki asked as Thor climbed up the dais and came to stand in front of the
throne. “There is peace in the realms and all is well.”
Thor’s jaw clenched as his hand lowered to his hip, seeking out Mjöllnir. “Aye,
all is well.”
Loki’s gaze lowered to Thor's hand where his brother's fingers squeezed around
the grooved hilt. “Ah, I see,” he got up from Hliðskjálf, descending a few
steps to circle around Thor, brushing Mjöllnir’s uru head with his fingers,
“all is well and the Mighty Thor grows restless.”
Thor tightened his grip on the shaft as Loki continued to move around him; the
hammer pulsed lightly under Thor's fingers, feeding on his nervous energy.
“You long for battle, for the clatter of sword and spear, the smell of fresh
carnage and the sweet satisfaction of victory.”
Thor lowered his eyes in shame. He had tried to deny it, for a good king did
not desire war, but Loki spoke the truth.
“Thor… Do not be ashamed,” Loki’s fingers slithered up along Thor’s arm,
pausing to feel the size of his biceps before moving up to curl behind his
neck, “you are a war god. It does not make you a bad king to long for something
that is in your very blood.” 
“I admit that I am restless. Restless and unsatisfied, brother,” Thor bemoaned,
and Mjöllnir hummed in agreement.
Loki’s lips quirked up at Thor’s confession. “Perhaps I can help you with
that,” he murmured, guiding Thor toward the golden seat, “or at the very least
distract you from all this sulking, for it is most unbecoming of you."
Thor heard the large bolts slide into place as the doors behind them locked. He
allowed Loki to undress them both with his magics and he was naked when he took
a seat on the throne, wincing a little at the feel of the cool metal against
his skin.
Loki wasted no time as he sank down on his knees and spread Thor’s muscled
thighs to make himself room between them. Thor leaned his head against the
backrest, letting out a content sigh as his brother wrapped his fingers around
his still soft prick. Loki spoke a rune and pulled out a small pot of oil out
of thin air. Thor blinked at the peculiar sight, but it was nothing he hadn’t
seen before. Loki slicked his fingers in the warm oil and began to caress
Thor’s slowly swelling prick, pulling back the foreskin with every downward
stroke to reveal the soft head.
Thor let his eyes slip closed, enjoying Loki’s expert touches. He pressed his
palm against the back of his brother’s head, running his fingers through the
wavy black hair as he guided Loki's movements, conveying what he wanted without
having to speak it. Loki leaned closer and took Thor’s half-hard cock in his
mouth, swirling his tongue all over the sensitive tissue of the crown before
closing his thin lips around it to suck Thor into his mouth.
“I do believe your distraction is working,” Thor hummed, holding on to Loki’s
hair as his brother bobbed his head up and down, taking Thor deeper, his cheeks
hollowing as he sucked.
Thor’s eyes snapped open a moment later when he felt Loki’s soft moan vibrate
against his shaft and he saw that his brother had begun to prepare himself.
Loki's right hand was bent behind his back, moving in a steady rhythm. Thor
wished he could see the way Loki’s fingers slipped into his hole as he slicked
it, fucking himself open on his own hand.
Thor let out a disappointed grumble when Loki eventually drew back and let go
of his cock. It stood hard and ready between his thighs, a tiny drop of seed
beading in the slit. Loki scooped some oil from the pot to slick the shaft
before turning around, waiting for Thor to guide him into his lap. 
“I don’t want you to hold back tonight,” Loki said as Thor took hold of his
hips and pulled him backwards until he was seated in his brother's lap, his
back pressed against Thor’s broad chest.
Thor wrapped his hands around the underside of Loki’s thighs and nuzzled his
smooth jawline, turning Loki’s chin to plant a quick kiss on the tip of his
long nose, the soft gesture earning him a quiet huff from Loki. His brother
then reached between their legs to guide Thor’s cock to his well-prepared hole,
pausing to press the head against the rim, rolling his hips to swirl it around
his opening in a small act of playful teasing before giving Thor a small nod.
They moaned in unison as Thor thrust up, burying his hard length inside Loki.
The throne room echoed with the carnal sounds of their vigorous fucking. Loki’s
head was pressed back against Thor’s shoulder and their lips met in an open-
mouthed kiss as Thor rutted in and out of Loki's pliant body. He held nothing
back and his thrusts were almost brutal as he fucked into his brother,
supporting most of Loki's weight with his massive arms, bouncing him on his
cock. Loki’s own arousal was hard between his thighs, slapping against his
stomach every time Thor buried himself in his ass. He let go of the armrest
long enough to reach down and feel Thor’s balls already tightening and drawing
up, preparing to release their load.
Loki fondled Thor's sack, eyeing his brother's content face, coming to a sudden
decision. Thor ceased his thrusting as Loki shifted shape in his arms, the hard
angles of his body melting into soft curves in the blink of an eye. Thor
squeezed at the now supple thighs, giving Loki a puzzled look.
“Shall we try and increase our brood?” Loki grinned, wrapping his fingers
around Thor’s cock to pull it out of his body. He gave it a few strokes and
guided it into his cunt, already wet with the arousal of his previous form. 
Thor shook his head in amused disbelief. “Do we not have our hands full with
the existing rascals, all seven of them? They are all as stubborn as that pair
of goats I used to have in my youth, always sticking their noses in places
where they do not belong.”
“Mmmh,” Loki hummed, fucking himself down on Thor’s cock, “I wonder who they
get it from,” he asked, giving Thor a pointed look.
Thor rolled his eyes, groaning at the feel of Loki’s cunt tightening around his
prick. He let one of his hands roam on Loki’s flat belly, already picturing it
full with their next child before moving up to the soft breasts, remembering
the way they would fill and grow heavy with milk. The memories of Loki’s past
pregnancies drove Thor over the edge and he cupped one firm breast in his large
hand as he emptied himself inside his brother.
Loki caressed himself, already close to his own climax and Thor held him when
he began to convulse in his arms with the power of his orgasm. Thor remained
inside Loki, enjoying the aftershocks and waves of pleasure that continued to
surge through his body. Though Mjöllnir’s vibrating energy near Thor’s feet had
not lessened, her call had abated with the physical and mental satisfaction
Loki had brought to her master.
Loki allowed his seidr to cleanse their skin of sweat and traces of oil and
semen. Thor’s mouth split into an excited grin when he realized his brother was
not changing back to his own form.
“Do you think…?”
“Fool,” Loki murmured, standing up from Thor's lap, “you know it is too early
to tell.” He began to dress, his clothes somewhat ill-fitting on his current
form. “But we’ll see,” Loki added, shooting Thor a soft smile over his
shoulder.
***** Day 13: Your own kink *****
Day 13: Your own kink
(fill rating: explicit. warnings: orgasm denial. words: 808)
 
He had lasted almost an hour before the first quiet plea slipped past his lips.
“Brother…” Thor struggled against the invisible restraints, flexing his arms,
the thick veins in them bulging, but Loki’s seidr did not release its hold
around his wrists. “Please, no more.”
Loki peered up at Thor, arching one slender eyebrow. “No more?” His soft
laughter was followed by the feather-light touch of his fingers on Thor’s cock,
just below the reddened glans. “But I rather enjoy seeing you like this.”
Loki leaned in to press a chaste kiss on Thor’s brow, tracing beads of sweat
with the tip of his tongue before pulling away to resume his teasing of Thor’s
straining erection.
Thor nearly bellowed in frustration as Loki’s cool fingers continued to massage
the slick crown of his prick, keeping the flow of pre-come steady and copious.
The fine linens were soaked where Thor lay on the bed and the muscles in his
thighs convulsed with the overwhelming need to spill.
His brother had kept him hard and wanting for what felt like an eternity,
massaging and caressing, sometimes suckling on the head to drink down a drop of
watery seed that had managed to escape from the slit despite Loki’s carefully
calculated touches. But he always pulled back just as Thor was teetering on the
edge of an orgasm, depriving him of the final push that would give Thor what he
now so desperately wanted.
It was all a game, of course, and Thor been more than willing to be bound, but
he had not realized how complete Loki's control over his body - and his
pleasure - was until the first plea had been uttered. The thought of being at
his brother's mercy like this made Thor's balls draw up once more as they
continued to swell with the impending climax.
Loki leaned down to lick a stripe across the taut skin of his brother's sack.
The sensation made Thor buck his hips as another plea for more, please
more slipped past his lips, but Loki denied him, pulling back to shake his
head, releasing his hold on Thor’s cock. They both watched as it throbbed and
twitched, slapping against Thor’s abdomen as if guided by an invisible hand.
“Loki, please, let me come. I cannot take this torment, please, enough,” Thor
groaned through gritted teeth, the soles of his feet digging into the sheets as
he thrashed on the bed.
“Hush, brother, just a little longer. It will be worth it, I promise.” Loki
gripped Thor’s prick gently with his thumb and forefinger. He slid them up and
down the shaft, playing with the foreskin and applying just a hint of pressure
every time he reached the head, now nearly purple, chuckling as Thor’s hips
rolled and bucked up in a desperate attempt to fuck into Loki’s hand.
Loki pressed his lips against the crown, dipping his tongue in the slit so
briefly that Thor hardly had time to register the pleasure.
“Loki, please…”
Loki looked Thor up and down and cupped his sack, wrapping his long fingers
around the swollen shaft, giving it a light squeeze. “Alright, brother, you may
spill.”
Thor nearly cried with relief, finally toppling over the edge. He fucked into
Loki's fist a few times and stared, mouth agape, as his cock began to spill out
the long-awaited release. His seed flowed out slowly, running down his shaft in
thick globs, pooling on Loki’s fingers before sliding between Thor’s thighs.
Loki urged him on, rubbing the cockhead in gentle circles as Thor continued to
spill.
Thor had never felt such immense satisfaction and relief during a climax. He
had always taken pride in his virility and skill in bed, but never before had
the flow of his semen been this copious. It showed no sign of diminishing; if
anything, it seemed to be increasing. Thor’s chest heaved as his prick began to
pulse and throb, suddenly spitting out seed in high arches, some of it landing
on his stomach. The large bed shook with the power of Thor’s thrashing as he
strained and struggled against the seidr that held him down, his entire body
convulsing with the intensity of his orgasm.
Loki began to stroke him in earnest, milking his cock and forcing out every
last drop until his hold on Thor’s erection began to feel unbearable. Thor
struggled against the restraints, squirming on the bed, desperate to pull away.
“No more, no more!” Thor yanked his arms and blinked as they came free, the
binding seidr finally gone. His hands shot down to cup his sensitive prick, now
utterly spent, the large vein on the underside still pulsing beneath his
fingertips.
Loki settled down next to Thor, brushing aside a lock of hair from his sweaty
forehead, tucking it behind his ear. “That was most impressive,“ he remarked,
marveling at the thick seed that still covered his right hand. “I do believe we
shall do that again, brother.”
“Aye, we shall,” Thor nodded. He sneaked his hand between Loki’s thighs to grip
his half-hard prick. “But next time, I do the teasing.”
***** Day 14: Boring sex *****
Day 14: Boring sex
(fill rating: explicit. words: 1,052)
 
Loki was stirred awake from his slumber by warm fingers, ghosting across his
cheek, tucking sleep-curled strands of hair behind his ear. He turned his face
enough to peer at the dark form crouched on the other side of the bed, looming
over him.
“Thor?"
“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Thor whispered, “I did not expect to
find you in my bed tonight.”
“Is it late?” Loki’s voice was hoarse from sleep and his tongue stuck to the
roof of his dry mouth. He stretched his arms, startling when the book he had
been reading in bed was accidentally dropped to the floor with a heavy thud.
“It is long past the witching hour. I would have tried to hurry back sooner had
I known you were waiting for me.” Thor’s voice grew distant as he stood up and
began to move around the dimly lit bed chamber, undoing buckles and shedding
the layers of his armor piece by piece.
“But you know how these diplomatic meetings with dwarves often are; they tend
to be lengthy affairs, for they always end up in a tavern and those rock-biters
can hold their ale.”
Thor continued to speak as he finished undressing and blowing out the lamps,
but his voice was no more than vague rumble in Loki’s ears as he drifted in and
out of consciousness. He blinked, his eyes heavy with sleep, when the mattress
sank with Thor’s weight and he felt his brother’s naked body settle behind him
under the furs.
Thor wrapped his arm around Loki’s waist, pulling him against his chest,
molding their bodies together. He nuzzled Loki’s neck, the skin there warm and
a little damp with sweat.
“Do you think we could…?” Thor murmured. His whiskers tickled Loki’s earlobe as
his fingers began to rub small circles along Loki’s flank.
Loki yawned, aware of Thor’s half-hard prick pressing against the small of his
back. His brother began to grind against him tentatively and Loki knew he had
to act before Thor grew too excited. He reached for Thor’s caressing hand and
guided it away from his lower stomach.
“Perhaps,” Loki muttered into his pillow, “perhaps in the morning. It is late,
Thor, I wish to go back to sleep.”
“Oh…” The roll of Thor’s hips against Loki’s back grew slower, then ceased.
“Are you certain?”
Loki could hear the very obvious disappointment in Thor’s voice even through
the haze of sleep, but he was too tired to be moved by it. “You can have me in
the morning, I promise.”
“In the morning… Very well then,” Thor pressed a soft kiss on Loki’s shoulder
and turned to lie on his back, “sleep well, brother.”
Loki was about to drift off when the bed began to shake with Thor’s restless
movements. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing them to remain closed as he
listened to his brother’s quiet grunts. Thor tossed and turned, kicking at the
furs in frustration. When the mattress began to jolt with rhythmic movements,
Loki finally opened his eyes and twisted his neck to look over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” 
The movements stilled and the room fell quiet for a moment, until the silence
was broken by Thor’s exasperated groan. “You know what I am doing, Loki, go
back to sleep.” Thor panted, rolling onto his side to face away from Loki. "I
will join your slumber soon enough, but I certainly cannot be expected to find
sleep in my present condition."
Loki rolled his eyes at Thor’s petulant tone. He did not often turn down his
brother’s advances and Thor was not used to being denied in bed. Loki’s mouth
twitched up in mild amusement. “Oh very well, then,” he sighed, rolling over
and dragging Thor back to the middle of the bed. “Here, let me.” Loki threw the
furs aside and swatted Thor’s fingers away, taking his brother’s hardness in
his own hand.
It was too dark to see the stupidly pleased grin on Thor’s face, but Loki could
sense it as his brother made room for him in the crook of his arm, pulling Loki
against his side.
“Thank you,” Thor whispered, not a trace of the previous ill temper in his
voice as Loki began to pleasure him with languid but steady strokes.
Thor pressed his hand against Loki’s shoulder blades, tracing his spine with
the tips of his battle-calloused fingers, moving up to play with the mussed
curls at the nape of Loki’s neck.
Loki could feel the thrum of Thor’s heartbeats against his cheek where his head
lay on his brother’s chest. It rose and fell in time with the strokes of Loki’s
hand as it moved along the slick shaft. It didn’t take long for Thor to begin
to buck his hips.
“I’m almost there, just a bit more.” The muscles in Thor's stomach rippled like
liquid as he thrust up into Loki’s fist.
Loki increased his pace, watching the silhouette of his own hand as it moved
between Thor’s legs, the slick sounds mingling with his brother’s heavy
breathing. While Loki often preferred to tease and take his time, he also knew
how to bring Thor to the brink of climax in no time at all. He flicked the pad
of his thumb against the underside of the flared crown, rubbing the soft tissue
there before circling the root of Thor’s erection, his long fingers reaching
down to brush against the quickly tightening balls.
Thor’s thrusts grew erratic and he began to breathe out quiet encouragements,
most of them just incoherent words, half-lost in his winded grunts. Loki felt
the rigid shaft swell and throb in his hand and moments later, his fingers were
wet with his brother’s release. He sealed the engorged head in his fist to keep
the furs clean, wincing a little at the way Thor’s grip in his hair tightened
as he continued to pump his release into Loki's hand.
“Thank you, brother,“ Thor breathed, sounding sated. “That was wonderful.”
Loki removed one of the linen pillow cases to wipe them both clean. “You shall,
of course, repay me in the morning,” he murmured, settling into Thor's arms.
Thor’s chest shook with soft laughter and he placed a kiss on Loki’s brow.
“It’ll be my pleasure.”
***** Day 15: The last time *****
Chapter Notes
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Day 15: Whatever pleases you: The last time
(fill rating: PG. warning: mild gore, hurt/comfort. words: 1,430)
 
The situation is most dire. It is quite evident in the harsh yet desperate
expression on Thor's face. There are more creases on the thunderer’s brow than
Loki can remember seeing in decades.
“I would have your word, brother.”
Loki's mouth splits into a wide, toothy grin.
“Swear to me,” Thor demands, his voice close to a growl. “Swear to me.”
“I swear I will not betray you,” Loki sneers. “Not this time.”
“If you do, I will kill you.”
They have played this game for eons now and Loki has known Thor’s threat to be
false since he first heard it over half a millennium ago. And they both know
Loki's own promise to be equally false, for that is how this game of theirs
goes.
Loki is released from his bondage and they join forces to bring down a foe that
threatens the peace of the Realm Eternal. Loki does not much care for Asgard
these days, but the last century has been awfully dull. He spent most of it in
the boondocks of different realms, making small mischief to pass the time as he
avoided his punishment for as long as he could. And you can certainly count on
Níðhöggr’s vicious spawn to offer some good entertainment.
The battle rages on until it is over on the evening of the third day. Loki
prepares to make his exit on cue, waiting until Thor’s enraged eyes are fixed
on him. Loki revels in the hurt he sees on his once-brother’s face, still so
genuine after all these years. It is not as sweet as it was in their youth when
Loki’s spite was fresh and his every thought was consumed by his hatred for
Thor, but it does still offer some satisfaction.
Loki raises his hand in a mocking wave as he steps into the rift he has pulled
to existence out of thin air, his body already fading from the battlefield,
transporting into the space between the worlds.
But something happens then, something that isn’t part of their game.
One of the dragons that lie dead nearby, slain by Loki himself, has seemingly
cheated its way out of Hela's gloomy domain, for it now looms behind Thor, its
giant maw snarling as its sharp tusks slice the air.
And Thor does not see, for all his attention is on Loki who has once again
betrayed him. He does not see and Loki’s breath catches in his throat.
“Thor!”
The rage in Thor’s eyes turns to raw shock as the tusks pierce his back. Blood
flows from his open mouth, painting his beard red, and the sharp ends of the
long tusks protrude through his chest plate, shattering the metal, the disks
falling on the ground.
“Thor!” The cry echoes in Loki’s ears long after the portal between the worlds
has closed. He claws at the solid rock wall that now stands impenetrable where
the rift was mere moments ago, but it is too late, he is realms away from his
brother.
 
It takes Loki hours to make his way back to the battlefield. He transports
himself in the wrong place six times in a row, unable to concentrate, the sight
of Thor, skewered by the monster, swimming across his vision.
There is nothing but smoke and ruin and rivers of blood left when Loki finally
makes it back to the place where he made his escape. Mjöllnir lies forgotten on
the ground, but there is no sign of her master. The dragon is truly dead now,
its scaly hide crushed by Hogun’s mace and Sif’s sharp spear. Loki is certain
Fandral and the voluminous one had a part to play in the monster’s slaying
also.
His gaze is drawn to the large pool of blood in which Mjöllnir lies. Guilt,
then fear, stronger than he has ever felt begins to gnaw at Loki's insides. It
works its way up to his throat where its cold claws threaten to steal Loki of
his breath. His feet give in underneath him and he finds himself kneeling in
front of Mjöllnir, the tips of his fingers dipped in the blood that surrounds
her; Thor’s blood.
“Brother…”
Loki startles when a raven lands on the hammer’s well-worn handle.
“Did he fall?” Loki asks.
Muninn is quiet, its black eyes accusing.
“Tell me! Does my brother yet live?”
The raven caws at Loki and takes to the sky, disappearing into the smoke that
shrouds the battlefield in its grey veil.
 
Loki’s guilt increases with each step that takes him closer to Asgard, the
place he once called home. He is the father of lies, but even he cannot spin
the truth enough to convince himself he had no part to play in what transpired.
And there is a mind-numbing fear, born from the endless litany of what if he’s
dead that rings inside of Loki’s head. He has been afraid before, but this fear
is new and strange and it fills him with hollow emptiness. For what is Loki
without Thor?
Loki sneaks back to Asgard and he stays in the shadows, but no one expects him
to show his face in the golden city after his betrayal and he goes unnoticed.
Loki makes his way straight to Eir’s hall where the injured await their wounds
to mend while the dead already dine in Valhalla.
Loki feels a small weight lift off from his shoulders every time one of the
dead bodies he passes in the crowded hallways is not his brother’s.
He presses his back against the wall of a long corridor, covering his face with
a cowl as Frigga and Eir walk past him, escorted by two young healers. Both
goddesses look haggard and drained in their exhaustion, and Loki’s fear
increases at the sight. He hurries into to the room where the women emerged
from.
And there he lies.
Loki freezes in the doorway, his eyes flicking between his brother’s still form
and the bloody rags on the floor, the stench of lingering death heavy in his
nostrils. He steps into the room, but he is reluctant to move his gaze to
Thor’s chest where he was pierced by the dragon’s tusks. What if it does not
rise? What if Thor no longer draws breath? The thought of spending the rest of
eternity without his brother is simply unbearable.
Loki grits his teeth. He digs his sharp nails into the palms of his hands and
slowly moves his eyes up to Thor's heavily bandaged chest. A single tear
escapes the corner of his eye as he sees that Thor yet lives, his chest rising
with his weak but steady breaths.
Loki hurries to his brother's side, not caring if anyone sees him. 
He presses his palm against Thor's cold and clammy forehead, tracing the bridge
of his nose down to his parted lips, dark with dried blood. He uses his other
hand to lift the bandages.
There are two large, angry red bruises on Thor’s chest, but the skin is intact,
healed by the combined efforts of Eir and the queen herself. Loki presses the
tips of his fingers on the bruises and closes his eyes, allowing his own
healing spells to flow into Thor’s body to make absolutely certain that no
unseen hurts remain.
Loki can feel Thor’s body flinch and twist on the bed as the magic begins to
pour from his fingers. His own body grows weak as he drains his energy and
offers it to Thor, a sacrifice he is more than willing to make.
Loki startles out of his light trance when a hand squeezes around his forearm,
the grip almost bruising.
“You betrayed me.”
Loki doesn’t remember Thor’s eyes ever being this cold, and for the first time
in their long lives, he wonders if he has pushed too far, if he is finally
beyond Thor's forgiveness. He shivers, visibly startled by how much the thought
disturbs him.
They observe each other for long moments, the air between them heavy with old
regrets, rancorous memories and things that have gone unsaid for too long.
Bitter things Loki has been nursing in his heart for so long that he has all
but forgotten how they originally came to live there.
The grip around Loki's arm slackens and Thor drops his hand on his stomach,
what strength he gained from Loki’s seiðr now completely drained. His eyes
flutter closed and he turns his face away.
Guilt weighs heavily in Loki’s heart, rattling him all the way down to his
bitter core.
He presses one wavering hand on Thor’s shoulder. His brother's eyes flicker
open at the hesitant touch. Slowly, Thor turns to face him and Loki's eyes are
sincere for the first time in over a century.
“That was the last time,” he whispers, moving his hand down to Thor's chest,
“the last time I will betray you.” Loki feels the rapid beating of his
brother's heart against his palm. "For I would begin to mend what has been
broken."
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