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works/8997829.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor_(Marvel), Sif/Thor_(Marvel), Loki/Thor
  Character:
      Loki_(Marvel), Thor_(Marvel), Sif_(Marvel)
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference, Thor_is_32_&_Loki_is_16, Accidental_Voyeurism, Daddy
      Kink, Humiliation_kink, Dirty_Talk, Moral_Ambiguity, Jealousy, Pining,
      Loki_is_the_Definition_of_Thirsty
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_Road_to_Hell...
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-25 Words: 13455
****** Covetous ******
by Laydee_Liesmith
Summary
     Loki knows he shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. But Loki wants Thor.
     He’s never wanted ANYTHING as badly as he wants Thor. Too bad Thor
     happens to be his older sister’s boyfriend. Or maybe that won’t stop
     Loki at all.
 
A/N: This fic was started in response to mangaka_soldier’s (<3!) “sin writing”
challenge/contest.  While I ultimately didn’t get to enter the fic into the
contest, I finished it up later and decided to post it on here! The prompt I
got was “falling in love with a sibling’s best friend,” but because I have to
be extra (lol), I decided to take some liberty and make it falling in love with
a sibling’s boyfriend.  Haha.  So, here you have it: Loki has the hots for his
sister’s boyfriend, Thor.  And because the fic’s goal was to be as “sinful as
possible,” I threw in some of my usual favorite kinks but added some extras to
spice things up!  So, as always, please heed the tags! ;3
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Thou shall not covet thy sister’s boyfriend.
 
Loki wasn’t religious. But if he was, that would be the commandment he would be
breaking.  Well, if it was a commandment.  Loki couldn’t be sure.  Again: not
religious. 
 
All Loki knew was that he wanted Thor, his sister Sif’s boyfriend.  And badly. 
And wanting something that belonged to someone else was wrong.  Loki knew
that.  Especially because that boyfriend belonged to his sister.  A sister who
loved him.  And who had taken care of him from as early on as he could
remember.  A sister who didn’t deserve an ungrateful, deceitful little weasel
of a brother who wanted to take the one thing away from her that made her
happy. 
 
And yet Loki still wanted all the same. 
 
But that didn’t mean he didn’t love Sif.  He knew how much he owed to her.
 
Their parents had died when Loki was just 7 years old.  As cliché as it
sounded, their parents’ car had spun out on an icy road on their way back from
one of their father’s work events and had been t-boned by a semi-truck coming
from the opposite direction.  Apparently they had died instantly; no one had
suffered.  Sif had been in college then; three states away and just starting
her junior year.  She had offered to come back to take care of Loki.  She was
old enough, she had said, having just turned 20.  She felt it was her
responsibility. 
 
But their maternal grandparents were still alive and had told Sif that they
wanted her to finish up school.  That they would be happy to take Loki in and
care for him in the meantime.  Loki remembered how scared and alone he had felt
then.  He was still so very young.  He barely understood what was happening
around him.  Sif was 13 years older than him but, after his parents, she was
the only other thing that had been constant in his life.  He loved his
grandparents, but he wanted to be with Sif.  
 
So Loki had been relieved when, just a year and a half later, Sif graduated and
moved back home.  She was able to find an entry-level job at an up and coming
marketing firm soon after graduation. And even though she was often dead-tired
at the end of the day and spent much of her weekends with her friends, she
would still find time to take Loki for ice cream, or to the zoo or movies.
Things seemed to return to normal. 
 
The siblings had lived happily with their grandparents for another four years
before yet more pain befell their small family.  Both their grandparents passed
away in the same year.  Their grandfather had been the first to go, succumbing
to a bad bout of pneumonia.  Their grandmother followed 8 short months after. 
Sif had said she thought their grandmother had “died of a broken heart.”  It
was probably meant to sound romantic and comforting, Loki knew.  But back then
all he could think about was that, yet again, people he loved had been taken
away from him. 
 
So there they were.  Sif at 24 and Loki at 11.  On their own. 
 
Sif had gone from a pretty self-sufficient young adult (even though Sif had a
full-time job and her own car, their grandmother still cooked dinner for them
and did their laundry), to suddenly becoming someone’s mother.   She took on
all the responsibilities that their grandparents had been taking care of for
them.  They were allowed to continue living in their grandparents’ old
Victorian house that was, thankfully, paid off.  But Sif had to be on top of
getting Loki to school on time, making sure he ate well-balanced meals, and
making sure she was home at night to help him with his homework. 
 
It wasn’t surprising that, for the first few years, Sif’s dating life was close
to nonexistent.  Loki had been too young to really “get” it back then, but he
understood that Sif thought depriving herself like this was also part of the
responsibility she owed to her deceased parents.  She couldn’t live the normal
20-something life.  She had a baby brother to take care of. 
 
And Loki loved the attention.  Sif was sometimes strict, and often she had no
idea what she was doing (case in point, she burned their dinner more times than
Loki could count), but Loki knew that she was trying her best and that Loki was
the person she loved most in the world.  She told him that they were all the
other one had, so they had to take care of each other.  So Loki helped out in
the ways that he could, keeping the house tidy, washing the dishes, and getting
good grades at school.  He liked knowing that Sif needed him.  He needed her
too.  And Loki was convinced it was just going to be the two of them forever. 
 
Then one day Sif started to bring Thor around. 
 
It had started when Loki was just turning 14.  He and Sif had been sitting on
the couch one night, as they usually did, binge-watching trash TV, when she
leaned over to him and conspiratorially whispered in his ear that she had been
asked out by the guy of her dreams that day.  Loki had never seen her so giddy
before.  She had never talked about another person with so much excitement.  It
gave Loki an odd twisting sensation in his gut. 
 
Sif had told him about how handsome Thor was.  How big his muscles were.  How
amazing his smile was.  And that he was genuinely a good guy, who had started a
clean energy company with friends from college and volunteered on the weekends
at pet shelters and soup kitchens.  She mentioned that she actually knew Thor
from high school—he had been a senior when she had been a freshman—but that she
had always thought Thor was way out of her league.  She had always imagined
what it’d be like to be “Mrs. Thor Odinson”.  Now, to be asked out by the guy
of her dreams while she was standing in line at a coffee shop, Sif assumed it
must be fate.   Loki tried not to roll his eyes as Sif gushed about him, and
had hoped it was just a fling.  That Sif would go out on one or two dates with
the guy and figure out that he was a meathead, or that he had some off-putting
skeletons in his closet. But, no, Thor was perfect and Sif seemed to grow
fonder and fonder of him every day.  Now, almost two years later, Thor was
almost a staple in their house.
 
At first, Loki had decided he hatedThor.  He was embarrassed to admit it, but
he couldn’t deny that the idea that Sif was giving her time to anyone else but
him made him feel somewhat abandoned. And the fact that she had abandoned him
for someone as uninteresting as Thor was insulting.   Thor was boisterous and
overly-friendly.  He wore his blond hair long and sported a scruffy beard,
which Sif often complained about, but would excuse by saying he was “just a bit
rough around the edges.”  Loki didn’t so much mind the look (he couldn’t
imagine Thor with a military cut and a clean-shaven face).  But he did find the
man to be unbelievably nosy.  He always asked what Loki spent his time doing,
who his friends were, and where he was going, like he cared or something.  But
Loki often ignored him or gave him monotonous one-word answers.   
 
Loki wanted reasons to hate him, but he couldn’t deny that Thor was a pretty
competent provider.  He hadn’t moved in yet—Loki was dreading when Sif would
have that conversation with him; he could tell it wasn’t on the too distant
horizon—but his contribution to the house didn’t go unnoticed.  Thor had done a
ton of household improvements to their rickety old house. It was turn of the
century, made with great craftsmanship, but a house like that needed careful
upkeep and Loki’s grandparents hadn’t been well enough to make the improvements
themselves.  And Loki and Sif just didn’t have the know-how (not to mention not
having the cash) to do it either. 
 
But of course Thorwas someone who was great with his hands, and one of the
first times he had visited he had looked at their floors and commented that
they were beautiful, original hardwoods, but, oh, it was such a shame they were
in such poor condition.  Loki had gone out one weekend to a concert with his
friend Tony, and had slept over, and when he returned home on Sunday evening
they had beautiful, shiny hardwood floors throughout the entire lower level of
their house. 
 
Having Thor around also came with other perks.  Only a year into dating Sif,
Thor had bought an impressive 60” flat screen TV and both a PlayStation and an
Xbox, that he told Loki he was “free to use” whenever he wanted.  Loki had
begrudgingly said “thank you” after Sif had elbowed him, rather roughly, in the
ribs. 
 
And Thor could also cook.  Sif had been doing “alright” since their
grandparents died, when it came to their meals.  But the first time Loki tasted
Thor’s chicken enchiladas he had wanted to weep.  They were that good.
 
So Loki had learned to put up with Thor.  It wasn’t like he could do anything
about his presence.  Thor was becoming more and more of a permanent addition to
their small family.  And Loki knew it would make Sif happy if he tried to get
along with her beau.  But there were some things about Thor that Loki just
couldn’t ignore. 
 
Like sometimes Thor’s eyes followed him.  Sometimes Loki would catch him
staring at him, eyes a bit darkened with an unreadable expression, until Thor
would catch himself and look away.  Loki didn’t know exactly what it meant. 
But it gave him a funny feeling n his stomach. 
 
Other times, Thor would touch him unnecessarily.  Like if Loki was helping out
by peeling vegetables or washing dishes, Thor would come up behind him and rub
his shoulders, telling him how much he “appreciated” it when Loki was being
good.  Loki didn’t want to admit he liked it—the praise andthe feel of Thor’s
big hands on him—so he would wiggle out of Thor’s grasp, and make some snide
remark or give a huff of indignation. But he was always left with flushed
cheeks and the lingering feeling of Thor’s heavy, hot hands on him.  And it
would remind him of the feelings he was trying to ignore.
 
That he had started to become attractedto Thor. 
 
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Loki, really.  Loki had always found
himself watching men. Not boys. Men. 
 
Something about their big bodies, their facial hair, and even the lines around
their eyes, made Loki feel warm and fuzzy-headed.  He would always imagine what
it would feel like to have big arms wrapped around him.  To have a sturdy body
caging him in, keeping him warm and protecting him. 
 
When Loki had been 13 he had pretty much told Sif, one night while watching old
reruns, that he thought he “might like guys.”  Sif had scoffed, not even
pausing a moment as she continued to shovel popcorn in her mouth and said, “I’m
glad you finally figured it out.”  She then winked at him, giving him a big
grin, and that had been the end of that conversation.
 
Loki knew there was nothing wrong with him liking boys.  He just didn’t quite
know what to do with the fact that he liked menwhen he knew he probably wasn’t
supposed to. And because he couldn’t find himself interested in the other boys
around him, he hadn’t had much opportunity to explore what that realization
meant about him. 
 
Loki had only kissed one other boy so far.  His friend, Tony.  But while he had
liked it—it had solidified for him that he did actually like guys—it hadn’t
been fulfilling because Loki could only ever really see Tony as a friend.  He
didn’t get that fluttery feeling in his chest that he did when he saw men he
actually liked.  Tony just wasn’t… it.
 
And so that left Loki looking elsewhere.  And elsewhere just happened to be at
home.  Dating his sister. It wasn’t like Loki had forgottenthat Thor was Sif’s
boyfriend.  Sif used the term often and it always made Loki cringe.  Thor was
no boy.  He was all MAN. “Boyfriend” just didn’t seem appropriate.  But it
didn’t change the fact that it was Sif’s right to use that term of ownership. 
Thor was hers. Loki knew that.  He knew that lusting after his sister’s
boyfriend was the worst thing he could possibly do.  It definitely hadn’t been
intentional.
 
Honestly, Loki truly hadhated Thor in the beginning.  But, without his
knowledge, all of the things about Thor that had initially made Loki internally
fume and roll his eyes had slowly turned into characteristics that Loki found
himself secretly relishing.  But that made things unbelievably difficult.  And
at 16 Loki couldn’t afford for his life to be difficult.  He wasn’t skilled
enough to think he could get away with the lies and the secrecies for long.  So
he tried his best.  Tried to not find himself swooning over the man’s 1000 watt
smile.  Or inhaling deeply the scent of Thor’s musky cologne whenever he came
over to their house after work.  Or, even more embarrassingly, when he would
find Thor’s gym clothes in the hamper when he was doing laundry and would stop
to secretly sniff at them like some pervert.
 
And God help him if Thor or Sif ever found out about the fantasies Loki had
about the older man. Loki spent a lot of time on his own when Sif was at work
or out with Thor.  He was maybe a little too familiar with internet porn.  And
he had stumbled across a multitude of sites themed after “Daddies” and their
boys.  Every time he watched one of the videos he imagined he was the boy
getting pounded into and Thor was his Daddy, and he came almost instantly.  It
was always difficult to look Thor in the eye the next day.  The shame was
almost palpable.  And it was worse when he had to look at Sif, because not only
was it the shame but it was also crushing guilt. 
 
Loki was pretty much torturing himself.  Something had to give, and soon.  He
could only hope that Sif and Thor broke up soon… or that Sif shipped him off to
boarding school.  Because having to wait until he was 18 to get away from his
sister and her hot boyfriend would be agony.  Loki didn’t even want to think
what would happen if they got married.  
 
All Loki could do was tell himself to keep it together.  Look, but never
touch.  Never let Thor or Sif know the shameful thoughts that were going on
under the surface.  If he was committed to it—to being a good person—he should
be able to make it through.  Give Thor the cold shoulder.  Try to keep his
distance from the man.  Try not to be mesmerized by his smile and floored by
the delicious way he smelled. 
 
It would be hard, but Loki told himself he could do it. 
===============================================================================
Then, one night, everything changed.
 
Loki woke up in the middle of the night, room thick with humid late summer air
and his throat scratchy and dry.  Feeling miserable, he stumbled out of bed and
went downstairs to get a drink.  He knew Thor had made some mint berry
lemonade—so very Thor—earlier that evening, and the thought of how refreshing
that would be was enough to get him out of bed.   
 
As Loki made his way to the kitchen he kept all the lights off and stepped
lightly.  Sif’s bedroom was the only one on the first floor and Loki had been
chastised enough times about waking her up in the middle of the night.  Sif had
always been a light sleeper.  He grimaced as he thought about that. 
 
Sif was a light sleeper but Thor was a heavy one.  Loki had learned that the
hard way when he had walked into Sif’s bedroom one morning to get her laundry,
while she was in the shower, and had stumbled across a large blond man snoring
away in her bed. Only a thin white sheet was covering his otherwise naked body.
Loki had let out an actual squeal of surprise, but the slumbering man hadn’t
even stirred.  Loki stood there gaping until Sif had walked back into the room,
wrapped in a towel and clearly flustered as she steered her little brother out
of her bedroom.  In the hallway she whispered that that was Thor, and that she
had been meaning to introduce Loki to him over breakfast. Unsurprisingly Loki
had been quite miffed for the rest of the day. 
 
Remembering back to it as he grabbed the handle of the fridge and pulled it
open, Loki grimaced.  He had never been able to get the image of Thor, golden
skin bathed in sunlight and lying sleeping amongst the white sheets, out of his
memory.  He blamed Sif for that.  Sighing, he grabbed the chilled glass carafe
and poured himself a tall glass.  He stood against the countertop, gulping down
the cool liquid as he lamented his situation.
 
Then he heard an odd sound and he froze with the rim of the glass against his
lips.  Confused, he looked around, not sure where the sound was coming from. 
It sounded like some kind of animal.  A soft keening sound.  He glanced toward
the kitchen door, which faced the backyard, wondering if it was coming from
outside.  But then his brows furrowed as he listened more carefully and
realized it wasn’t coming from the backyard.  No.  Instead, it was coming from
further in the house.  From the hallway in which Sif’s bedroom was located. 
 
Loki flushed as soon as he realized what the sound must be.
 
Thor and his sister.  Fucking. 
 
A hot, ugly feeling flooded Loki’s chest.  It was anger and jealousy and
shame.  He had never wanted to hear something like that.  He knew it went on,
but had always been thankful that there was a floor, and his sister’s
thoughtful discretion, that kept it from him.  Face on fire, Loki knew he
should just stop what he was doing and run back upstairs.  That he should
pretend like this had never happened and hope that he could forget the sounds. 
But a secret part of him wanted to know more.  Not about his sister, of course;
that part of it made his skin crawl.  But his curiosity to hear the sounds that
Thor made outweighed his disgust.  
 
Placing the glass down into the sink, Loki took a deep breath before slinking
to the entrance off the kitchen, where Sif’s room was located.  Peeking down
the hallway, Loki blushed harder when he realized he could hear the sounds so
much more clearly.  The door was open. As soon as he realized, Loki had almost
fully decided he needed to take his butt right back upstairs.  But then he
heard the low, breathy panting of Thor and a jolt of desire went right to his
gut. 
 
If there’s a hell, I’m going straight to it, Loki thought to himself. 
 
But he couldn’t stop his feet from taking him slowly down the hallway. Or the
fact that his mouth went dry the closer he got to the door and the clearer
Thor’s sounds became. 
 
From where he stood Loki could see that the door was slightly ajar, only opened
a tiny bit.  They probably didn’t even realize they hadn’t locked it properly. 
And now Loki was a slave to his curiosity.  It took only a few careful strides,
being mindful of the squeaky floorboards, before Loki found himself standing in
front of the door and peering in to the lamp-lit bedroom.
 
What he saw had Loki frozen in place. 
 
It wasn’t something he had ever planned to see, but now the image would forever
be with him. There Thor was, in all of his naked, muscled glory, on his knees
on the bed.  His back was fully facing the door, large body covering the
expanse of Sif’s body beneath him.  From the vantage point he had, he couldn’t
see much more than his sister’s slender calves, pressed up against Thor’s
meatier ones. But there was no mystery who was beneath him, as every time Thor
snapped his hips forward Sif let out a high-pitched whine.  
 
Loki’s face burned.  He had never imagined he’d hear such a sound come from his
usually-composed sister.  The fact that Thor was able to make her come so
completely undone floored him.  It made him think that what Thor was doing to
her—the way he was making her feel—must be really amazing.  And Loki couldn’t
help but imagine the sounds he would make if Thor was doing that to him.  The
thought immediately made a hot flush of shame fill his chest, but he couldn’t
force himself to turn away. 
 
He watched, transfixed, as the muscles in Thor’s back flexed as he thrusted,
hips moving in powerful, controlled motions, and listened as the sound of flesh
hitting flesh echoed through the room.  The sounds embarrassed him—slick and
wet-sounding.  But that wasn’t the only sound that flooded Loki’s ears.  More
than anything, it was the sounds Thor was making. Thor was panting.  At times
even grunting. He sounded like an animal.  It was so different from the placid,
smiling, friendly guy who often sat across from Loki at breakfast.  And it made
Loki hard. 
 
As he watched the plump, rounded globes of Thor’s ass as he continued to piston
his hips—continued to thoroughly fuck Loki’s sister—all Loki could think about
was how good it would be if he were in his sister’s place.  What would it feel
like for Thor to hold him by the hips like that, and fuck him so hard that he
squealed?  Loki had to bite his lip to hold back a whimper of his own.
 
Then he watched as Thor reached forward with one hand, and could see that Thor
had fisted his hand in Sif’s dark hair.  Loki wondered briefly whether that
hurt, but Sif’s encouraging moan quickly wiped all doubt from his mind.  And it
seemed that that had turned Thor on even more, as he watched the pace of Thor’s
thrusts speed up, almost brutally.
 
“Fuck, babe, I’m coming,” Thor grunted.  “You ready, huh?  You want this, you
little slut?  You ready for my come?”
 
Hearing Thor talk like that sent a delicious thrill down Loki’s spine.  Would
Thor talk to him like that?  Loki couldn’t help it as he reached down to rub at
his painfully stiff cock through the front of his pajama bottoms. 
 
“Fuck,” was all Sif groaned out in response, sounding breathless. 
 
And then Thor let out a guttural moan, as he threw his head back and his body
stiffened.  Loki watched slack-jawed, mouth dry, as Thor came.  He was
beautiful, body stretched taut and a blissed-out look on his face.   But then
Thor’s eyes lazily slid open . 
 
Loki jumped as he saw those blue eyes trained on him.  Feeling his heart leap
up into his throat, he immediately backed away from the door.  Panicked, he
turned on his heels and ran. 
 
He tried to take the stairs as quietly as he could as he raced back up to his
room.  Closing the door behind him, Loki pressed his back against it and slid
to the floor.  He was terrified that Thor had seen him.  That he would tell
Sif.  That they would come upstairs, yelling at him, calling him sick,
depraved, twisted.
 
But even as his heart hammered in his chest, and his thoughts raced, Loki could
not deny that he was still so unbelievably hard, the images and sounds he had
just seen branded on his memory. 
 
Loki couldn’t help it as his hand snaked its way down his front and into his
pajama bottoms.  As soon as his fist closed around his straining erection, a
hiss of relief escaped his lips.  
 
“Shit, shit, shit,” Loki whispered to himself as he quickly brought himself
off, ashamed and incredibly turned on at the same time. 
 
When he finally came, Loki bit his lip to muffle his sounds, coming so hard and
fast he felt his breath leave him.  It took a few minutes for him to return to
reality.  For him to realize what he had just done.  And when he did he broke
out in a cold sweat. 
 
Scared, he listened carefully.  The house was silent.  It didn’t seem as if
anyone was going to be stomping their way up the stairs any time soon.  Sighing
shakily as he pushed himself to his feet, Loki convinced himself that Thor
hadn’t really seen him at all.  The hallway was dark.  Thor’s eyes had been
open only slightly.  It was unlikely he had even been focusing on anything.
 
He didn’t see me, Loki told himself. 
 
As he climbed into bed, body still thrumming with the after-effects of his
orgasm, Loki hoped that he would never have to own up to his shameful actions
and that he could just push the night’s events out of his mind. 
===============================================================================
But Loki soon learned why people used the phrase “curiosity killed the cat.”   
 
Because he couldn’tpush the image of Thor out of his mind.  And he couldn’t
look at him in the same way ever again. 
 
Saying that facing Thor the morning after had been awkward would be the
understatement of the year.  Loki hadn’t been able to look at him, for fear
that Thor would be avoiding his gaze, now that he knew Loki was a pervert.  But
Thor had acted the same as always.  Smiling as he asked Loki if he wanted bacon
with the pancakes he was making for them.  As Loki forced himself to glance up
at Thor, he saw no feigned friendliness; no discomfort or disgust.  And while
that had lifted a weight off his shoulders, and had definitely been a source of
relief, it had had the complete opposite effect of making Loki feel like he had
gotten away with something.  That he knew a secret side of Thor, that Thor
would never be aware of. 
 
And once he knew that Thor had a side to him that might not be disgusted by
Loki’s fantasies, it had only contributed to even more extreme fantasies on
Loki’s part.  He had always imagined Thor would be someone who would “make
love”—soft and gentle, as he whispered tender words of endearment.  That was
partially why Loki had felt so guilty about his desires for Thor.  But Thor
fucked, with abandon and unapologetically.  Thor enjoyed it.  The sound of his
heavy breathing and pleased groans were evidence enough.  And the way he talked
to Sif?  Straight-laced, proper Sif?  It told Loki that maybe Thor might be
interested in talking to Loki the way Loki had secretly always imagined he
would. 
 
Telling him that he knew Loki was a dirty, lustful boy, but all he needed was a
Daddy to properly sort him out.  To give him what he has always needed.  It was
that mix of knowing Thor could be sweet, concerned, and fatherly, but that he
also had a side of him that could fuck Loki hard when he needed it.   Loki
trembled just thinking about it.  
 
And now that Loki knew what Thor looked like—what kind of person he could
really be—Loki wanted him that much more.  Which meant his envy of his sister
turned into a bitter, hot jealousy.  And as the weeks passed, Loki began to
resent her relationship with him.  
 
Loki was convinced Sif didn’t deserve Thor.  Not that she didn’t deserve to be
happy. She did.  All Loki wanted for her was to be happy. But Thor wasn’t right
for her.  All Sif wanted to do was change Thor to make him into the perfect man
she wanted him to be.  Like he was some kind of trophy, signaling that she had
finally “made” it.  The little things Sif had said to Loki over the years, when
they were in the privacy of each other’s company, now served as further proof
to him that Thor wasn’t right for Sif.  She always fussed about Thor’s hair
being too long.  Or wanting him to change how he dressed, swapping his college
t-shirts and well-worn jeans for khakis and blazers. Or thinking he should
expand his business, even though he liked being able to work every day with his
best friends.  She treated Thor like he was a good starter model, but, with her
help, he could be upgraded. 
 
But Loki would take Thor as he was.  It didn’t matter to him if Thor was a
little rough around the edges.  That was what he liked about him.  He had seen
Thor switch from gentle and playful when kidding around with him at home to
forceful and stern when dealing with clients on the phone.  It had always given
Loki a little thrill.  And he liked Thor’s scruff, and the way he pulled his
sun-kissed blond hair back into a low bun.  All he could imagine was what it
would feel like for Thor’s beard to rub against his face, and all over the rest
of his body.  What it would feel like to run his hand through Thor’s silky
locks, pulling on them as Thor made tremors of pleasure run through his body. 
 
But Loki also found himself worrying that all these fantasies were for naught. 
Even if Thor was the kind of person who would ever be interested in a kid—a
boyat that—Loki was convinced Thor would never be interested in him. Not if he
already had Sif.  Loki had always thought Sif was beautiful.  They didn’t share
much in common other than their rich, raven-black hair and their tall stature. 
Where Sif had pretty, big almond-shaped hazel eyes, Loki’s eyes were glassy-
green, a strange color that made his already pale face look even paler.  And
where Sif had sleek, wavy hair, Loki’s was often a curly mess that he struggled
to control with product and careful blow-drying.
 
And that’s what he found himself thinking as he sat at the kitchen table, chin
rested on his fist, as Thor plated their dinners, when Sif walked in, looking
statuesque, in a fitted black pencil-skirt suit and her hair pulled back into a
sleek ponytail.  It had started to become a bit of a routine that, on nights
when Thor was coming over, Sif would leave him to do the cooking.  And
sometimes he showed up a bit earlier, to get a head start (and because he made
his own hours at work), so that dinner was ready by the time Sif came home. 
Loki always made sure to make himself scarce when that happened, so he didn’t
spend the time drooling over Thor.  But he couldn’t avoid contact when Thor
called him down for dinner.  It was important for them all to eat together. 
 
Loki watched as Thor placed their plates down—lamb with roasted potatoes and
grilled asparagus—before he sat down to Loki’s left and opened a bottle of
beer.   Loki inhaled the food deeply, already catching a whiff of the rosemary
on the lamb and the garlic on the potatoes.  He let out a soft “mmm” and
blushed when he heard Thor chuckle.  Ignoring him, Loki stuck his fork into one
of the stalks of asparagus and shoved it in his mouth. 
 
“So… Thor… darling,” Sif said as she took her seat, across from Thor.
 
Both Thor and Loki looked up at her before glancing at each other.  It was
obvious Sif was going to be leading in to something she anticipated needing to
have to butter Thor up for. 
 
Thor let out a long sigh before picking up his bottle and taking a healthy
swig.
 
“Yeah, Sif?” he asked. 
 
“So I have some news…and a favor I need to ask of you,” she said, smiling at
him beseechingly. 
 
Thor took another long drink and gave her an expectant look.  Loki remained
quiet, as he chewed on his food, having no idea where this conversation was
going to go.  His spot at the table was at the head, with Sif and Thor on
either side, and he knew to stay out of the conversation if they were going to
get into an argument.  He hoped it wasn’t going to go that route tonight; it
would ruin his dinner, and tonight it was especially tasty. 
 
“Okay.  So today at work I was told there was an opportunity for me to go to
this leadership conference up in Boston.  Julie in HR told me that the company
only pegs people for this if they’re looking to groom them for a managerial
position,” Sif said excitedly.  “So, it’s something I really can’t pass up on.”
 
“Oh. Okay.  That’s great Sif.  Congratulations,” Thor said, smiling at her,
blue eyes crinkling at the corners.  Loki felt something in his chest throb.  
 
“Here’s the thing though….” Sif continued, cringing as she spoke, as if she
knew Thor wasn’t going to like what she was about to say.  “It’s in two weeks
from now.  The week of the 17th.”
 
Loki watched as Thor’s face dropped.
 
“That’s… But that’s our anniversary.  I had the whole weekend planned,” he
said.
 
Sif looked appropriately apologetic, but it was obvious to Loki she wasn’t
going to be thwarted.  Sif always got what she wanted.  
 
“Oh, I know, baby.  And you’re so wonderful. I’m sure you had something really
amazing planned.  But, I can’t… I can’t pass up this opportunity.  We can
celebrate when I get back, okay?  Please, Thor,” she said, reaching over and
running her fingers over the top of Thor’s hand. 
 
Loki looked away, feeling his stomach twisting, and hating himself for being so
petty.
 
Thor sighed, but he flipped his hand over and took Sif’s hand.
 
“I’m not happy about it…” he began.  “But… Well, I’ll do whatever you need,
babe.  I just want to make you happy.” 
 
The twisting in Loki’s stomach intensified.
 
“Oh, what did I ever do to deserve you,” Sif asked, grinning at Thor.
 
Loki wondered the same thing. 
 
But Thor just laughed as he released her hand, and started in on his lamb.
 
“And so… for that favor I needed?” she asked after a few moments, looking
guilty.
 
Loki saw her glance at him out of the corner of her eye and he stiffened.  He
didn’t know what she was thinking, but he already knew he wasn’t going to like
what she was going to say.
 
“Yeah?” Thor asked around a mouthful of potato.
 
“I’m going to be gone for almost a full week.  Basically Friday morning into
Wednesday night.  Loki has no one to watch him, so-” she began.
 
“What?” Loki asked, voice coming out as offended as he felt as he dropped his
fork, causing it to clatter against the plate.  “I’m 16!  I don’t need to be
baby-sat!”
 
“You’re barely 16, Loki,” Sif snapped at him.  “You think turning 16 two months
ago all of a sudden makes you able to properly take care of yourself?  You
don’t cook for yourself.  You don’t know how to check the pilot on the furnace.
You can’t drive; how’re you gonna get to school?”
 
Loki pouted at her, but he couldn’t deny the truth of her words.  It just felt
so infantilizing to know that she was basically asking Thor to watch him.  The
last person he wanted to see him as a kid was Thor. 
 
Hearing no more protests from her brother, Sif turned back to Thor.
 
“So, babe, it would be a real big favor to me if I knew there was someone here
to make sure Loki was okay.  That he’s not having Cheetos and Pepis every night
for dinner for a whole week.  That he remembers to wear his retainer,” she said
as she shot Loki another look. 
 
Fuming, Loki rolled his eyes and looked away.  Sif was really going all out
now. Next thing he knew, she was going to tell Thor he also needed to make sure
to check that Loki didn’t wet the bed or something.  He glowered. 
 
Thor shot Loki a sympathetic look, and it made Loki suddenly feel better, but
he forced himself to hold the scowl on his face.  He couldn’t make himself
thatobvious.
 
“Sure, it’s no problem,” Thor said as he smiled at him.  “I’d be happy to do
it. I’m sure Lo and I will have a great time together.”
 
Loki flushed as he looked away, unable to hold Thor’s eyes.  He had called him
Lo.  That was a first.  It made Loki feel tingly all over.
 
Thor opened his mouth to speak but the sound of his ringtone cut through the
kitchen and he grabbed for his phone in his pocket.
 
“Oh, it’s Volstagg,” he said, frowning.  “He wouldn’t normally call.  I wonder
if something’s going on at the office.  I gotta take this.  I’ll be back in a
few, okay?”
 
Sif smiled and nodded at him before Thor got up and excused himself.  As soon
as he was out of the kitchen, Loki felt Sif’s eyes land on him.
 
“Could you, for once, try not to be such a brat when it comes to Thor,” she
asked, sighing dramatically.
 
Loki felt his face heat up.
 
“I’mnot being a brat,” he mumbled.
 
“Loki, come on. Please. I know you hate Thor. Thor knows you hate Thor. We just
can’t understand why.  Thor has been nothing but nice to you since the first
day you guys met. He’s trying really hard. And the least you could do is meet
him halfway,” Sif said.
 
Loki averted his eyes.
 
Sif sighed again, but this time there was less annoyance in her tone.
 
She reached over and placed her hand over his.  Loki couldn’t look her in the
face, so instead he stared at her cranberry red painted nails. 
 
“I know transitions are… hard for you,” she began carefully. “But Thor… well,
he may really become a permanent thing if we keep going at the rate we’re
going.  So it’s best if you could try to find some common ground with him.  And
maybe this weekend alone together might be a good time to figure out what that
common ground could be.”
 
“We have nothing in common,” Loki groused.
 
He knew he was pouting and being a brat, just like Sif had accused, but what
was the alternative?  Tell his sister the reason why he was anxious about being
left alone with her boyfriend for a few days was that he wasn’t quite sure he
could stop himself from trying to jump him? 
 
“Loki. Don’t make me spell this out for you.  You’ll have free range of the
house. I won’t be around to tell you what time to go to bed or whether or not
you can watch R-rated movies.  I’m sure you can find something fun to do with
Thor while I’m gone,” Sif said, deadpanning him.  
 
At that moment Thor walked back into the kitchen and Sif looked away, missing
how red and flustered Loki became at her suggestion.
 
Of course he could think of something fun to do with Thor.  That was the whole
problem. 
===============================================================================
The weeks leading up to Sif’s trip passed quickly. Almost too quickly.  And
before Loki knew it, it was Friday afternoon, Sif was gone, and he was opening
the door up to a smiling Thor, a mere thirty minutes after Loki had gotten home
from school.  
 
Loki forced himself to smile back, but he was sure it looked as uncomfortable
as it felt.  The idea of being in close quarters with Thor all weekend long was
making him anxious.  He promised himself he’d stay as far away from Thor as he
could.  He could hole up in his room.  It’s not like that would be so
uncharacteristic for him.
 
But apparently Thor had different ideas.
 
Once he was settled in, Thor came up to Loki’s room and knocked on his door. 
Opening the door to him there made Loki’s heart beat wildly in his chest.  Thor
had never been up to his room before. And seeing him there, right at the
threshold, set Loki’s mind aflutter with wild thoughts.  But he forced himself
to rein it in, before Thor figured him out. 
 
“What’re you doing tonight?” Thor asked, voice sounding a little stilted.
 
Apparently Thor felt uncertain as well.  And that, for some reason, relaxed
Loki.
 
“Nothing…” Loki said.  “I’m just… I don’t know.  Probably gonna read?”
 
He hated how lame he sounded, but it didn’t appear his answer had dissuaded
Thor, who smiled softly.  
 
“Okay, so... I have reservations at ‘Pane de Vita’ tonight because I was
supposed to be going with your sister for our anniversary.  It’s that new place
that opened up downtown. It’s basically been impossible to get a reservation to
this place and I had to book it four months ago.  I’d hate to waste it,” Thor
said with a shrug. “So why don’t we go together?”
 
Loki blinked at him in surprise.
 
“You want to take me on your… anniversary date?” he asked.
 
Thor flushed.  Apparently it sounded as ridiculous to him as it did to Loki. 
 
“I mean… it’s not a date, okay?  It’s just going to dinner.  And then we can go
out and do something fun afterward.  No big deal,” Thor said.
 
Loki felt his heart thudding in his chest.  Even though Thor had clearly said
it was most definitely not a date, Loki couldn’t help but see it as just that. 
Dinner with Thor.  Alone. For once.  Without Sif’s presence to make Loki either
feel guilty for betraying her, or jealous that Thor was giving her attention
instead of him.
 
So, without hesitation, Loki said, “Yes!”
===============================================================================
Three hours later, Loki was in a button-down shirt, skinny tie, and even
skinnier jeans, sitting across from Thor who looked so handsome, in his navy
blue blazer, crisp white shirt, and jeans, that it was almost criminal.  Thor
had told him that, since it was a “fancy restaurant,” they had to get dressed
up a bit.  But Loki didn’t own much dressy attire.  He felt self-conscious,
sitting there across from Thor, but Thor had made the point of telling him,
before they left the house, that he looked “great.” So Loki had tried to hold
on to the feeling he had experienced to keep him from feeling too out of place
here. 
 
Maybe he could drink his nervousness away? 
 
Loki reached out and grabbed the wine list, but before he could even open it
Thor was slipping it out of his hand.
 
“Kid, don’t push your luck,” Thor said, with a laugh.
 
Loki flushed, loving the deep sound of Thor’s voice.
 
“Come on,” Loki said, putting on a playful smirk.  “If you were out with Sif,
I’m sure she’d be having a glass of wine.  Or three.  So just treat me like
you’d treat her.”
 
Thor stared at him for a second, an unreadable expression on his face, and Loki
arched his eyebrow in question, wondering what he had said to get that kind of
reaction from Thor, before Thor dropped his eyes down to the menu in his hands.
 
“I don’t think Sif would appreciate me letting her 16 year old little brother
drink alcohol while on my watch,” Thor said with a sigh.
 
Loki frowned feeling his hackles rise.
 
“Everyone acts like I’m such a kid.  What makes you think I’ve never drank
before?  What makes you think I haven’t done a ton of other stuff that you and
Sif would “disapprove of?” Huh?” Loki asked.
 
Thor’s expression darkened.
 
“Because I know you’re smarter than that.   And you wouldn’t unnecessarily put
yourself in any situation that would be dangerous or compromising for you. I
know you were raised better than that,” Thor said sternly.
 
Loki flushed.  He felt ashamed.  But he also felt somewhat pleased by the
scolding.  He glanced down at his hands in his lap, so he wouldn’t have to look
Thor in the eyes.  Loki was confused, himself, about his strange desires.  He
didn’t need Thor asking him questions he couldn’t answer.  
 
At that moment, the waiter returned to take their orders, and his appearance
broke the tense mood. 
 
Dinner passed pleasantly.  Loki felt himself relaxing around Thor, and feeling
more like he could be himself, without Sif around.  He told Thor more about his
life—his friends at school, what classes he liked, what activities he was a
part of.  And Thor seemed genuinely interested, laughing at Loki’s jokes and
the exasperated faces he made when he talked about his friends Tony and Darcy. 
 
Part-way through dinner, a contemplative look came over Thor’s face, before he
pushed his half-finished glass of red wine toward Loki and gave him a
conspiratorial wink.  Loki flushed and quickly reached for the glass before
Thor decided to change his mind.  The notes of the robust liquid flooded his
mouth as he took a hearty sip and then grinned at Thor, to show his
appreciation.  Over the course of dinner, Thor had two more glasses and,
through his covert sharing of them with Loki, Loki had about a full glass
himself.  He felt pleasantly buzzed. 
 
“I’m stuffed,” Thor said as he leaned back and ran his hand over his still
washboard-flat stomach. “How was the chicken Alfredo?”
 
“It was pretty good,” Loki said. “I feel like Sif would shriek if she saw how
much cream there was in here.”
 
Thor laughed and shook his head.
 
“Oh man, we shouldn’t make fun of her,” Thor said, but the light in his eyes
told Loki he was amused.
 
“Come on, you know I’m right.  She eats nothing but health food and works out
so much.  She would never order something like this.  She won’t even let me eat
stuff like this.  I can only sneak it when I’m out with friends,” Loki said. 
 
Thor smiled fondly at him and Loki felt himself flushing self-consciously
 
“Well… all I’m saying is… you know… I liked dinner and…I-I had a good time. So
thanks,” Loki muttered as he looked away. 
 
“No problem,” Thor said, a smile evident in his voice. 
 
A lull descended over them and Loki found himself squirming under Thor’s gaze.
 
“Hey, I know I promised to take you out somewhere after dinner, but I’m so beat
I know I’m not going to have the energy for anything too exciting.  I’m an old
man, you know,” Thor said, laughing. 
 
Loki rolled his eyes at Thor’s statement.  Thor was definitely no “old man.” 
He was 32, and ripped.  He was probably in his prime. 
 
“How about we just go back home and veg out on the couch?  Watch some movies?”
Thor suggested.  
 
Loki thought about it.  Alone with Thor.  Watching movies in the dark.  Cuddled
up on the couch.  He wasn’t going to say no to that.
 
“That… that sounds good,” Loki said, tripping over his words.
 
“Awesome,” Thor said, lips parting in a big grin.  “And you know, we can even
make sundaes, with all the works. And I promise I won’t tell Sif.”
 
Then Thor winked at him and Loki was sure he blushed as red as a tomato.   
===============================================================================
An hour later, they found themselves on the sofa, watching a comedy as they
stuffed their faces with over-indulgent sundaes, a large bowl of popcorn
sitting on the table for later. They were on either side of the sofa and Loki
found himself feeling simultaneously nervous about the proximity to Thor and
feeling like all he wanted to do was get closer. 
 
Thor was big; all long legs and broad body.  Having to share with him like
this—so purposefully not touching—left Loki scrunched up in one corner, trying
to keep his distance while struggling to get comfortable.  But he just didn’t
know if Thor would allow it if he wanted to get closer.  A small voice in his
head told him of course Thor would.  Thor was all about wanting them to be
closer, more friendly.  But Loki knew Thor was thinking of a closeness that was
more like brothers.  Not the kind of closeness that Loki was thinking. 
 
Thor let out a laugh, blue eyes lighting up, and the skin around his eyes
crinkling in amusement, as he watched the antics on the TV screen.  Loki found
himself staring. Thor was so handsome. It wasn’t fair.  His skin was sun-kissed
from all the time he spent outside.  His blond hair looked like it would be
soft to the touch.  And as Loki’s eyes raked unabashedly over Thor’s profile,
he found himself wondering again about what it would feel like having Thor’s
beard rubbing against him.  On his cheeks.  Down his neck.  Between his thighs…
 
The thought made Loki let out a little “mmph” of want.
 
Thor glanced over to him curiously and Loki quickly looked away, embarrassed.
His desire for Thor was turning his brain to mush.  But it was also making him
a bit more reckless.  He had never sat in the same room as Thor and allowed
himself to just give in to his dirty thoughts.  It had always been too risky. 
But today he had spent more time with Thor than he ever had and instead of it
shattering his rose-tinted glasses, all it did was confirm to him how much he
wantedhim. 
 
So what was the point in denying himself anymore?
 
Thor had practically taken him out on a date.  He let him drink.  He didn’t
seem to mind it when they made fun of Sif.  In fact, he didn’t seem to mind it
that Sif was gone at all.  Was it justLoki who felt this way?  Or was it really
possible that Thor might…harbor some feelings too?  Face reddening, Loki bit
his lip at the thought of this.  But there was no way to know for sure. 
Knowing Thor, he’d never be the one to make the first move.  The only thing he
could do was test his hypothesis.
 
Feeling emboldened in the darkness, Loki placed down his empty ice cream bowl
and shifted until he was leaning up against Thor’s thigh. 
 
Thor glanced at him, looking for an explanation.
 
“I wanna lie down,” Loki explained, giving Thor his best pout.  “If we lie down
together there’d be room for both of us, right?”  
 
Thor looked at him, brows furrowing in his confusion, but he was smiling too. 
As if it was a pleasant surprise.   
 
“Ah… okay?  Yeah… I mean, sure. If you’re… if you’re comfortable with that,”
Thor said, as he began scooching back in the couch to give Loki some room to
lie down in front of him. 
 
Thor didn’t lie down completely, but instead pulled his legs up, while his
upper body remained upright, as he reclined against the armrest.  It seemed as
if he was trying to keep it a bit more proper.  But Loki just beamed as he
scrambled into position, lying down in front of Thor and feeling the delicious
heat of Thor’s chest, hips and thighs pressed up against his back.  Being this
close to Thor, he could smell the subtle scent of Thor’s woodsy cologne.  Loki
had to fight the urge to tremble. 
 
Thor seemed tense at first, and it took a while for his body to relax against
Loki’s as they continued to watch the movie.  But soon Thor calmed down, asking
Loki to pass him the popcorn, and laughing along as the movie progressed.  Loki
loved the way the reverberations of his laugh felt against his back, and found
himself barely able to follow the plot of the movie, as he basked in the
sensation.  
 
Thor’s hand was resting on the arm rest, fingers hanging down, so close Loki
knew if he only craned his neck a little he would be caressed by those long
digits.  He almost wanted to ask Thor to run his fingers through his hair.  But
he knew that would be asking too much.
 
“Lo?” Thor said, stressing the word, as if this wasn’t the first time he had
called for Loki’s attention.
 
Loki jumped and turned to look up at Thor.
 
“Movie not holding your attention?” Thor asked, looking apologetic.
 
“N-no, that’s not it at all,” Loki said hurriedly.  He didn’t want Thor to
offer to shut it off.  This would all come to an end far too quickly.
 
“I’m just… uh, a little zoned out I guess. I feel really comfy here,” Loki
said, blushing.
 
Thor stared at him, eyes lingering lengthily again, before he averted his eyes,
and held up the large plastic popcorn bowl.
 
“We’re out of popcorn,” he explained.  “Mind making us some more?”
 
“Oh. O-kay.  Sure,” Loki said as he grabbed the bowl and got to his feet.   
 
He wondered if Thor would so easily accept him back into the position he had
vacated when he returned.  But he wasn’t going to be a brat.  Tonight was about
making Thor like him, and showing Thor that Loki liked him too. 
 
As Loki walked into the kitchen, he heard Thor laugh aloud again at the movie.
Loki couldn’t help but smile.  He grabbed a bag of microwave popcorn and tossed
it in the microwave.  As he waited, he chewed aimlessly at his lip.  What had
transpired tonight had been, for all intents and purposes, a major success.  He
had been able to get close to Thor, without Thor showing him a look of disgust
or pushing him away.  Loki shivered slightly, remembering how nice it felt to
have Thor’s wide, warm chest pressed up against him.  Loki promised himself
that if this was all he ever got, he would be happy with it.  There was no
point in being greedy. 
 
But then Thor walked into the kitchen, brows furrowed and that unreadable
expression on his face again, and Loki jumped, standing up straighter.
 
“Look…” Thor said as he ran his hand through his hair and let out a frustrated
sigh. “I gotta ask… I mean, what’s going on with you lately?”
 
Loki blinked owlishly.  He had no idea what to say.  He didn’t know exactly
what Thor was asking, but he couldn’t deny that his heart had started to race
in his chest, afraid that Thor was asking what he hoped he wasn’t.
 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Loki said, voice soft.
 
Thor looked at him, frowning.
 
“I never know what to expect from you,” Thor said as he crossed his arms over
his chest.  “Half the time I think you hate my guts.  Then other times you look
at me like you’re so sad you want to cry.  And I never know what to do.  I try
to talk to you—be nice to you—but you always push me away.  And tonight?  
Tonight was great, Loki. But I have no idea where the hell it came from, and
what I need to do to get you to be more like this, more of the time.” 
 
Loki flushed.  Thor had caught him staring at him.  Pathetically pining, more
like it.  And Loki had no good explanation for it.  He turned around as the
microwave beeped, thankful for the distraction.  But when he went to go open
the microwave door, Thor’s hand closed around his keeping it shut.  Suddenly,
Loki realized that Thor was right behind him, looming over him.  Body pressed
close. And a pitiful moan escaped his lips as he shuddered.
 
Thor stepped back as if burned, and Loki spun around, preparing to apologize
profusely.  But then he saw that Thor’s expression had changed.  Realization.
With a mix of shock.  But also… curiosity? 
 
“Loki,” Thor said carefully, voice deep and sounding strained.  “What was that
just now?”
 
Thor’s eyes were dark.  Intimidating.   And Loki looked away. He was ashamed.
What could he say?  There was no way to explain away the fact that he had just
moaned, loudly, like some needy slut, just because Thor’s body had touched his.
 
“What is going on with you?  I need you to tell me.  Say it,” Thor’s voice
brooked no room for argument.
 
And he had gotten closer again.  Caging Loki’s body in against the counter. 
Loki wasn’t trapped.  He knew that.  There was enough room that if he really
wanted to get away, he could.  But Loki found himself looking up into Thor’s
eyes and feeling as if he had no choice but to come clean.  That he would
disappoint Thor if he lied. 
 
Blinking rapidly, feeling tears stinging at the corners of his eyes, Loki felt
the words tumbling from his lips unbidden. 
 
“I- I like you!” he sobbed out.  “I’m probably in love with you, okay? All I
can think about is you.  About you kissing me.  And touching me.  And doing r-
really dirty things to me.  Putting your hands all over me.   So much that it
makes me feel like I’m going crazy.  I know it’s wrong, but I want you, Thor. 
I want you to fuck me.” 
 
Loki expected Thor to recoil from him in disgust.  Shout at him.  Tell him he
was a bad person.  A sickperson.  But instead, Thor closed the gap between
them, so close that Loki felt his eyes crossing as he tried to focus in on Thor
in front of him.  Then Thor’s hands moved, one snaking down to grip at Loki’s
hip—hard enough to cause him to gasp—and the other one slamming down against
the cupboard above Loki’s head.
 
“Is that really what you want, huh?  You wanna be fucked by the same cock that
fucks your sister?” Thor asked, hot breath ghosting over the sensitive flesh of
Loki’s ear.
 
Loki shuddered, face flushing with shame and desire. That was what he wanted. 
Even though he knew he should feel like a bad person for wanting it, it didn’t
change the fact that his cock sprung to life and his knees shook.  He couldn’t
believe Thor was saying this to him right now.  It sounded like Thor was
excited about it.  Like he wanted to do it. 
 
“Yes.  Yes, I want you to fuck me.  Please,” Loki said as he pushed up against
Thor, trying to grind his body against Thor’s bigger one.
 
But Thor grabbed his hips and stilled their movements. It was so easy for Thor
to manhandle him.  And the thought of it made Loki let out a desperate whine.
 
“You don’t know what you want. What the fuck do you even know about sex? 
You’re still just a little kid.  I’m sure you’ve never even been fucked,” Thor
growled at him, eyes serious and searching his.
 
Loki's eyes widened. He was nervous that Thor was going to back down.  That he
was going to tell Loki this was all a bad idea.  And he couldn’t let that
happen.
 
“I haven’t," Loki admitted, voice breathy. "But that doesn’t change the fact
that I know that I want you to do it to me. You can be my first.”
 
Thor breathed in deeply, eyes dilating, Loki’s words having an obvious effect
on him.  Loki licked his lips and watched as Thor's eyelids grew heavy with
lust.
 
“Is that so?” Thor asked, as he tilted his head to the side.
 
He laughed but there was no mirth behind it.  He ran a hand over his face and
shuddered.  It was obvious he was fast reaching his limit. 
 
“You don’t know what you’re getting into.  This is some kind of fantasy you’ve
built for yourself.  You think it’s as easy as what you see in porn?  It’s
gonna hurt.  And you’ve always been a baby.  You’re gonna cry,” Thor told him
dismissively.
 
Loki shook his head frantically.
 
“I won’t,” he said as he moved closer to Thor, latching his mouth on to Thor’s
collarbone and sucking gently, pleased when Thor inhaled sharply but didn’t
push him away.  “And even if I do, I won’t tell you to stop. I promise.  You
can do whatever you want to me.”
 
And that was it.  The last of Thor’s resolve snapped.  He wound his arms around
Loki’s waist and lifted him up.  Loki let out a small yelp of surprise as he
scrambled to wrap his arms around Thor’s neck and hold on.  But Thor wasn’t
intending on taking him very far. 
 
Before he knew it, Loki was being laid down on the kitchen table and the air
was rushing out of his lungs in a whoosh.  But then Thor’s mouth was on him,
and he couldn’t breathe for a different reason.  He moaned helplessly as he
locked his arms around Thor’s broad back and thrusted his hips upward,
practically humping Thor, desperate for relief.   
 
Thor chuckled, a sound that was dark to Loki’s ears, before he pulled away and
pressed his hand against Loki’s chest, holding him in place.
 
“All in good time, little boy,” Thor growled.
 
He then reached for Loki’s hips, pulling him further down the table.  Loki
gasped as Thor’s hands moved up to the front of his chest, sending a jolt of
electricity through him.  But Thor wasn’t trying to tease him.  He was trying
to get him naked.  Thor’s hands were hot and heavy on him as Thor tried to undo
the buttons on his shirt as fast as he could.  Loki cursed the fact that he was
probably wearing the most difficult clothes to take off.  Everything, from his
dress shirt down to his skinny jeans, was tight.   But that didn’t seem to slow
Thor down. 
 
In a matter of minutes, Thor had tugged off Loki’s tie and shirt, followed by
his undershirt.  And when Thor all but yanked Loki’s jeans down his legs, Loki
couldn’t help the sound of surprise that slipped past his lips.  He didn’t even
have enough time to be self-conscious about the fact that he was practically
lying naked in front of the man he had been fantasizing about for months,
before Thor’s hands were on his hips and pulling down his underwear as well.
 
Loki blushed hotly.  He couldn’t help the kneejerk reaction to shut his legs
and cover himself.  But, Thor was faster than him and before Loki's hands could
reach their destination, Thor was grabbing his wrists with one of his large
hands and holding them above Loki’s head.
 
“You leave them there, you hear me?”  Thor asked, voice deep and gruff.  Loki
trembled and quickly nodded.  He didn’t mind being told what to do. He relished
it, actually. 
 
He watched Thor carefully as Thor’s eyes raked down his body.  Loki couldn’t
help that he was shaking.  He was nervous Thor wouldn’t like what he was
seeing.  And he was embarrassed about how hard he was, his cock curving up over
his stomach.  He wanted to hide himself from Thor, but he knew Thor wouldn’t
like that.  So he forced himself to stay still.  And let Thor look his fill.
 
When Thor finally touched him, running a hand gently over his hip—almost like a
caress—Loki let out a breathy moan.
 
Thor chuckled again.
 
“It all makes sense now,” Thor said as he looked up at him.
 
Loki couldn’t form any words, so he just stared at Thor, eyes wide. 
 
“Those looks you’ve been giving me all this time,” Thor explained, letting his
hand stroke down the length of Loki’s thigh, to his knee, and back up to his
hip again.  Loki squirmed. 
 
“I could never figure it out.  You always acted like you hated me, but then
whenever Sif would flirt with me, or touch me, you sometimes looked so
furious. I thought, at first, it was because you were mad at me for taking your
big sister away.  But, no.  That wasn’t it at all, was it?  You were just
jealous you couldn’t be her,weren’t you?”  Thor asked.
 
Loki whimpered, and turned his face away.
 
But Thor grabbed his chin and forced him to look at him.
 
“You’re such a bad boy, Loki,” he said.  “So dirty.”
 
Loki’s skin flushed with shame and he had to fight not to close his eyes
against the intensity of Thor’s stare.  And the truth of Thor’s accusation.   
 
“But I like that,” Thor said, as he grabbed Loki’s ankle, lifting his leg and
pulling it up. 
 
Loki shivered as he watched Thor.  Holding eye contact with him, Thor brought
his lips down to the fine bone and kissed it.  Loki bit his lip. 
 
“You’re cute, Lo,” Thor said, grinning at him.  “Don’t think I haven’t always
wanted to do this. You have a lot in common with your sister.  I like leggy
brunettes. But I’ve alwaysbeen watching you.  I like boys like you more than I
like girls like her.”
 
Loki felt his heart hammer in his chest as he processed Thor’s words.  He
wanted to say something back.  Tell Thor how long he’s liked him; how much he
wanted him to do this.  But then Thor was kissing down his ankle, and then down
his calf, spreading his legs wider, before his lips touched the fleshy meat of
Loki’s inner thigh.
 
“P-please!  Thor, please!” Loki gasped out, desperate for some kind of touch. 
 
“Look at you, being so pliant and obedient now.  But you need to be punished a
little bit, Loki.  For putting me through so much strife.  For being so mean to
me when I’ve been nothing but nice,” Thor said as he gently placed Loki’s leg
back down.
 
Loki couldn’t help the whine of frustration that escaped him and kicked his
legs, petulantly.  But then Thor gave him a stern look, causing him to quickly
straighten up.
 
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Thor said as he stepped back.  “I want
to hear you say it.  And show me.”
 
Loki blushed.  He was so needy he was almost panting.  He couldn’t think
straight. Thor wanted him to really put words to it?  He told Thor he could do
whatever he wanted.  What more did he need? 
 
But when Loki looked up at him, and saw how Thor’s chest was rising up and down
with each breath he took, how his nostrils were flaring, and his eyes looked a
little bit wild, he realized that this was turning him on. A careful glance
down to the front of Thor’s jeans told him that Thor was more than just a
little turned on.  Loki gulped.
 
Glancing back up to Thor, Loki felt his lids lower as he thought about Thor
wanting him.  So much so that Thor’s façade had come so completely undone.  It
sent a pulse of arousal through him.  Arching his back, Loki spread his legs
slowly, liking how Thor’s eyes immediately dropped down and the sound of his
sharp inhale filled the silent room.  
 
Loki slid his hands down his chest, fingers brushing over his pebbled nipples,
a whimper slipping out.  Then down, down, over his abdomen and belly button,
until one hand closed around his straining cock. 
 
“I want you to touch me here,” Loki breathed, stroking his cock slowly, trying
not to make himself come. 
 
Thor nodded, eyes fixated.  And Loki licked his lips, before letting his other
hand slip further down.  Down between his thighs.  And further.   
 
“And here,” Loki said, gasping as he pressed the pads of his fingers against
the puckered flesh of his hole. 
 
“I want you to open me up and fuck me.  Make a mess of me.  Pull my hair and
call me a slut.  Like you did with my sister,” Loki said, getting lost in his
own fantasy.
 
“You’re such a dirty little boy,” Thor said as he moved closer, grabbing Loki’s
hands and stilling them.
 
“Were you really watching me fuck your sister that night?” Thor asked
breathily.
 
Loki froze, face flushing, and he knew his reaction was a dead giveaway as a
lazy smile rose to Thor’s lips.
 
“I thought I had imagined that.  I thought I was so fucking twisted that I
imagined my girlfriend’s tasty little brother while I was coming inside of
her.  But, no, you’re the one that’s twisted.  You stood there and watched me
fuck your sister,” Thor said, voice hard, but it made Loki tremble. 
 
“Admit it,” Thor said, as he grabbed Loki’s thighs, spreading them wider.
 
Loki bit his lip and nodded, face hot.  But he couldn’t lie to Thor.
 
“Baby,” Thor breathed as he leaned down and licked a trail up from Loki’s
collarbone to his jaw.  “You don’t know how hot that is.  You wanted it that
bad?  Huh?  You couldn’t wait? You had to get a peek?”
 
Loki groaned as his eyes slid closed.  He trembled, body overwhelmed with
sensation, and couldn’t help it as he thrust his hips up again, this time
coming in contact with the hard plane of Thor’s stomach, giving him the much-
needed friction he had been seeking.
 
“Yes, Daddy!” Loki gasped out.
 
And Thor froze.
 
Loki’s eyes sprang open and he stared at Thor with fear.  Terrified that he had
crossed a line.  That Thor wouldn’t be in to that.  But what he saw when he
focused on Thor’s face was not what he was expecting at all.  Instead, Thor’s
pupils were blown wide.
 
“Fuck,” Thor said, as he squeezed Loki’s thighs. “That’s what you want, huh? 
You want Daddy to fuck you?  Huh?  You want him to take care of you, baby?” 
 
Whimpering, Loki nodded enthusiastically, spreading his legs wider.   He
watched on as Thor’s hands moved down to the button of his jeans.  And when
Thor finally undid them and released his cock, Loki’s eyes widened.  It was
big. Loki didn’t know if that excited him or terrified him.   
 
But Thor didn't give him much time to figure that out, as he grabbed Loki’s
legs behind the knees, and pulled him until Loki’s legs were bracketing his
hips.  He then brought his fingers up to Loki’s lips.  
 
“Suck ‘em, baby,” Thor said hurriedly.  “Get them nice and fucking wet.” 
 
Loki shuddered as he opened his mouth, immediately running his tongue over and
between the thick digits. As Thor pushed his fingers deeper inside of his
mouth, Loki moaned and sucked on them, already imagining what they would feel
like inside of him.  He wasn’t naïve.  He knew what was coming next.  
 
With a satisfied groan, Thor pulled his fingers out of Loki’s mouth, and there
was little preamble before Loki felt the wet digits prodding at his hole.  He
tensed up, grabbing Thor’s forearms.
 
“Relax,” Thor said gruffly. 
 
And then he was pressing one of his fingers in and Loki gasped.  It felt big as
it slid inside of him.  He tried to force himself to relax around it as he felt
Thor begin to pump his finger inside of him in slow thrusts.   And then Thor
pressed deeper, angling his finger, and Loki let out a surprised moan. 
 
“Good boy,” Thor breathed. 
 
And then he was sliding in a second finger and Loki hissed at the burn of the
stretch.  But soon enough, Loki was opening up and Thor’s fingers were pushing
up against that delicious spot inside of him.  Loki threw his head back and
moaned, bucking his hips, pushing down on Thor’s fingers.
 
“Always knew you were made for this,” Thor growled in his ear.  “Look how
pretty you look.  Your little hole stretched tight around my fingers.  You’ll
look so much prettier stuffed full of my cock.”
 
Loki whimpered and nodded.
 
“Yes, please,” he gasped. “I want it, Daddy.  I really want it.” 
 
Thor groaned at his words.  And then he was pulling back.  Pulling his fingers
out.  And Loki shuddered.  He looked on with heady eyes as Thor repositioned
his legs, bringing them up and throwing Loki’s calves over his shoulders.  Loki
moaned as he felt the blunt head of Thor’s cock pressing up against his
stretched hole and he squirmed. 
 
“Hold on, baby,” Thor breathed.  “Daddy is gonna take good care of you.  Give
you just what you need.” 
 
And then he was pushing in, thick cock spearing him open, and Loki let out a
startled yelp. 
 
He couldn’t help it as tears sprang to his eyes.  It fucking hurt.  But it was
also impossibly good.  He felt filled and stretched.  So much so that he
couldn’t breathe.  All he could do was feel Thor.  All around him. Deep inside
of him. 
 
“Oh, God,” Loki cried out, arms scrabbling up to lock around Thor’s shoulders,
drawing him closer.  “Thor!  Oh my God, Thor.”
 
Loki knew he was babbling.  Barely making any sense.  But it seemed like Thor
understood him.  The next thing Loki knew, Thor’s mouth was on his, hot and
wet.  Thick tongue prodding Loki’s mouth, thrusting and seeking. Loki moaned
around Thor’s tongue, body going through a kaleidoscope of emotions.  But he
was loving every second of it.  It was everything he had imagined.  Intense. 
Rough.  All-consuming.   
 
“Yes,” Loki moaned, against Thor’s lips.  “Yes, Daddy.  Yes.”
 
And then Thor’s hips were moving.  Deep, strong thrusts, that made Loki’s toes
curl and his cock twitch, as he gasped against Thor’s mouth.  Loki felt
overwhelmed.  Like he was going to lose it.  All he could do was hold on as
Thor pounded in to him, feeling his body sliding against the expanse of the
hard wooden table beneath him.  He could hear it shaking, creaking, as if it
could barely hold their weight.  And Loki wondered how they’d explain it to Sif
if they broke it.
 
But then Thor angled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside of him that made
him see stars and all rational thoughts in Loki's mind were obliterated. He
gasped, fingers raking across Thor’s back causing Thor to let out a soft hiss.
 
“You like that baby, huh?  You like Daddy’s cock?” he asked. “You like it in
your greedy little hole?”
   
“Fuck,” Loki cried out, Thor’s words making his cock jump in excitement.  “Yes!
Yes, Daddy! Mmm… please, please!  Fuck me!”
 
And Thor did.  Grunting as he increased the pace of his thrusts.  Loki licked
and bit at Thor’s lips, feeling like he couldn’t get enough of him.   When
Thor’s hand slid down between Loki’s legs and grabbed his leaking cock, thumb
running over the sensitive head, Loki let out a startled gasp, arching his back
as he tried to get more of the wonderful stimulation.  Laughing against his
lips, Thor continued to stroke him as his hips pistoned, bullying Loki’s
prostate with every purposeful stroke. 
 
And Loki knew there was no way he was going to last. 
 
“Mmm, Daddy,” he moaned desperately.  “I’m gonna- I’m gonna come!” 
 
“Shit, me too baby,” Thor groaned.  “Daddy’s gonna give you all of his come.” 
 
Those words sent a shock of pleasure through him, and he shouted as he came,
spilling over Thor’s fingers.   Thor tucked his head into the crook of Loki’s
neck as he continued to thrust, even as Loki’s body was spasming around him. 
And it only took a few more thrusts, before Loki felt Thor tensing up above
him.  He trembled as he held on tighter to Thor, knowing that Thor was coming
inside of him.
 
When Thor finally pulled back, Loki released him reluctantly, not wanting to
let him go.  He whined when Thor pulled out, feeling empty. 
 
“Shit, Lo,” Thor said, as he looked down at him, voice raspy and breathing
strained. “Just… wow, baby.  Shit.”  
 
Loki laughed, surprised that he had actually been able to render Thor
speechless.  Even though Loki knew he was lying there, come on his chest, and
Thor’s come trickling down his thigh, he didn’t feel self-conscious.  Thor was
looking at him like he was beautiful.  But that didn’t change the fact that
they had done something very risky.  Something that maybe they shouldn’t have
done.  And Loki wasn’t quite sure where Thor intended this to go after
this.    
 
“I...I don’t think this is how we were supposed to spend our Friday night…” he
said, looking at Thor a little guiltily, wondering if his feelings would change
now that the lust had passed. 
 
Thor laughed as he pulled his jeans up.  He reached out to stroke Loki’s knee. 
 
“I think it’s how we’ll be spending a lot of our nights in the future,” he
said, giving Loki a meaningful look.
 
Loki flushed and couldn’t help the small smile that passed over his lips.  He
couldn’t think about Sif right now, or how he had betrayed her and was probably
going to break her heart.  He couldn’t think about how this—this thing that was
developing between him and Thor—was really going to work.  Or all the trouble,
or hurdles, they would face.   All he could think about was Thor’s smile and
the weight of his hand on his knee. 
 
“Come on, let’s go to bed,” Thor said as he grabbed Loki under the knees and
lifted him up into his arms.
 
Loki was grateful that Thor wasn’t going to make him walk.  He wasn’t sure he’d
be able to.  He slung his arms around Thor’s neck, nuzzling against the warm
skin as Thor carried him.  But when he realized Thor was turning toward the
doorway off the kitchen, instead of heading toward the stairs, Loki tensed.
 
“Wait.  Where are we going?” he asked as he looked up at Thor, causing Thor to
stop.
 
Thor’s eyebrow arched in confusion.
 
“Like I said, to bed,” Thor explained.
 
“B-but...I mean...Not...Not in Sif’s bed,” Loki said, eyes wide.
 
He had done many things tonight.  But he wasn’t sure he was bold enough to
sleep in his sister’s bed, after he had just let her boyfriend fuck him.  On
their kitchen table.  He blushed at that.  He wasn’t sure he would be able to
eat another meal there without remembering what had taken place. 
 
Thor laughed as he shook his head and continued walking toward the back
bedroom.
 
“I’m not fucking sleeping in your bed,” Thor said, with a laugh. “You’ve got a
twin.  Besides, you’ve already crossed a number of lines, baby.  What’s the
harm in crossing this one?”
 
Loki bit his lip, but said nothing as Thor carried him in to the room.  He was
surprised by how quickly he fell asleep once he hit the cool sheets, his guilt
apparently not as strong as he had thought.  
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Thou shall not covet thy sister’s boyfriend. 
 
That was what was running through Loki’s mind, when he awoke hours later, and
laid on his side watching Thor’s sleeping face. 
 
Loki knew that, as sins went, he had committed a pretty big one.  And he was
likely going to keep committing it, now that he knew Thor wanted him too.
 
Well, Loki thought to himself as he stretched, pleased by the little aches that
thrummed through his body at the movement. If you’re going to do it anyway,
it’s a good thing that that boyfriend covets you too. 
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A/N: #I’mGoingToHell.  But, Merry Christmas anyway XD hahaha. This was fun to
write.  Hope you all enjoyed it!!  I promise less-twisty fic for the next thing
I post. I swear I am not a trashbucket all day, every day (only about 80% of
the day ;p).  (Also, this was unbeta-ed so sorry for any errors!  Please let me
know if you see anything glaring. :)) 
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