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what brother have I?: Loki

Loki wasted no time.  As soon as Thor left, Loki tore through everything until he found his breeches shoved under the bed.  He dressed quickly and fled back to his hall.  With the door locked behind him, he collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath as the weight of everything crushed him.  He had no end of books and potions stored away, but none of them would help him.  He had never bothered to learn that magic.  He had never needed it.  He had never let men spend inside him, and always made sure he changed back to himself soon after so there was no reason to need that magic.

He needed to see a healer, but then he would have to explain himself, and for all his cunning and lies, he could think of no explanation he could offer that would not see him shamed and cast out.

Panic and fear and grief consumed him, and once the first tear fell from his eye, the rest followed in a torrent.  He wailed, his entire body racked and his throat raw.  He sobbed until he had no more energy left, and no more tears fell from his eyes.  Even once he fell into silence, he stayed there on the floor, his entire body burning from exhaustion.  He didn’t know how long he’d stayed there, and didn’t care.  Not until a pounding on the door rang through the hall, igniting his panic once more.  Loki turned to stare at the door behind him, terrified it might fall down from the assault upon it.

“I know you’re in there!” Thor shouted.

Of course it was Thor.  Who else would it be?  Loki stayed frozen on the ground while Thor pounded on the door again, sending a jolt through Loki’s entire body each time.

“I’ll break it down if I must!” Thor shouted from the other side.

Loki believed him.  As Thor slammed his fist against the door once more, Loki rose to his feet and unlocked it, cracking it open to face the creature that was no longer his brother on the other side.  Then, Thor forced his way in, and Loki reeled backwards, desperate to get away.  He said nothing as Thor stared at him, shaking his head as though somehow he had found Loki unworthy.

“Look at you,” Thor said.

Loki kept his jaw clenched tight, not knowing what he might do if he tried to speak.  He just stared right back at Thor, praying he had only come to mock.

“What does Mother have to say?” Thor asked.

Loki shook his head.  “Don’t,” he said, not even having the wits to consider what he might tell their mother.

Thor took a step closer, and Loki took a step back to get away, knowing then that Thor had come to do far more than just mock.

“What?  Are you going to hide in here forever?” Thor asked.  He stared hungrily at Loki, dragging his eyes down his entire body.  “You’ve not even been to a healer.”

Loki fought around another outpouring of grief.  “What would I say?” he asked, struggling to keep his voice even as he spoke.

“What, indeed?” asked Thor.  He took another step toward Loki, and Loki took another step back.  “A prince who spends his evenings on his back, getting fucked like a whore.  And now he’s pregnant like one.”

“Shut up,” Loki said, even as his throat grew tight.  “This never would have happened if not for you.”

Thor took one more step toward Loki, backing him against the wall.

“No,” Thor said, with a darkness in his voice that Loki had never imagined could come from him.  “This happened because of you.  These perversions of yours.”

“Mine?” Loki asked, knowing what came next and trying to ignore it.  “Mine?  You—You’re the one—”

He inhaled sharply and shook his head, desperate to keep himself under control.  Then, when Thor stepped close, he pressed their bodies together.   Loki had nowhere else to flee, and with Thor’s body so close to his, hard beneath his breeches, Loki knew he would break again.  Thor spoke of perversions, when he came into Loki’s hall wanting one thing, and one thing only.

“I’m the one whose child you carry,” Thor said, his words cutting through all of it.  “I’m the one who was minding my own business when you disguised yourself as a whore and came to me.”

Loki clenched his jaw against anything he might say, or any horrible sound he might make.  With Thor pressed so hard against him, all he could do was shake his head.

Then, Thor stepped back again.  “Get on the bed,” he said.

Loki looked up at him, trying to find a way out of this.  But there wasn’t one.  Thor had come with one desire, and he would get what he wanted one way or another.  Loki knew this.  He fought against his own tears as he stepped to the side and walked to the bed, though he could not bring himself to lay down and give in completely.  He expected Thor to shove him down, but instead, Thor stood close in front of him, unlacing his breeches.

“You were so eager for it the other night,” he said, pulling his cock free.

Somehow, this was worse, and Loki nearly wept.  He could only stare at Thor’s cock before him, hard and angry, but he could not make himself do as Thor commanded.  Then, Thor grabbed him by the hair and twisted his head so he was forced to look at Thor’s face, and the rage he wore on it.

“If I feel teeth, you will regret it,” Thor said.

Loki nodded, and Thor let him go.  He knew what Thor’s rage became when he did not get his way, and Loki did not think he would survive it.  He took a deep breath to steel himself before leaning to take Thor’s cock in his mouth, trying to imagine he was anyone else.  Loki was no stranger to this act, but when it was Thor inside him, his mind rebelled and his throat closed up, and all he could do was go through the motions.  He ignored Thor’s hands on his shoulders, working Thor’s cock with his tongue and his lips.  Suddenly, Thor took him by the hair again, but not to pull him away.  He held Loki where he wanted him, driving his cock deep into Loki’s throat.  The more Loki tried to fight for air, the more difficult Thor made it.  Then, he spilled his seed, filling the back of Loki’s throat with the sticky mess.  Only then did he let Loki go, stepping back as Loki turned and bent over to try to cough as much of it up before he choked on it.  Once he was able to breathe again, Loki glared back up, willing himself to stay silent despite his vision swimming with his own tears.

“If I find out you’ve seen a healer,” Thor said, quickly putting himself back together, “I’ll make sure all of Asgard knows whose seed you carry.”

Loki’s entire chest convulsed, but still he fought against it.

“Why?” he asked.

He still didn’t know, and that was the worst of it.

He didn’t move away, even as Thor grabbed him by the jaw.  Even though he wanted to scream and fling himself across the room.

“Because you belong to me now,” Thor said.  “And after I’ve made sure all of Asgard knows, I’ll make sure you take my seed again.”

Loki lost the battle to his tears, but he remained silent even as he could barely breathe.  He watched as Thor turned to leave, waiting until the door was closed between them to let escape the choking sobs that had built up within him.  With his mouth covered to muffle himself, Loki fell onto the bed, crying tears he hadn’t left to cry.  After he once again wore himself out, Loki stayed on the bed, but he did not sleep at all that night.  He kept his gaze locked to the door, waiting for Thor to return.  But Thor did not return again, and Loki dared to think Thor had come only to make a point, and that was the end of it.

He wanted to bathe.  He wanted to change his clothes.  He did neither, barely able to move.  When he did finally move, he made it as far as the sofa, where he stayed motionless and silent.  He didn’t look up when he heard the door open once more, nor as footsteps approached.  But when Thor dropped his hands onto Loki’s shoulders, it sent a sharp pain through his entire body.  A sharp pain that cut through his very soul.

“I can take you here, or I can take you on the bed,” Thor said.

This was it.  Thor had said every night, and he meant it.  Loki was so tired, he didn’t have the energy to resist.  With a deep breath, he got to his feet and made his way over to the bed, getting only as far as sitting down on the edge once more.  When Thor came to him, dragging across the bed, Loki’s entire body went limp.  He could do nothing, even as Thor pulled his breeches off and forced his way between Loki’s legs. 

“Nobody will ever have you again,” Thor said, as he drew his fingers over Loki’s cunt.

The intrusion drew a sharp inhale from Loki, but he didn’t move.  He stared up at the ceiling, his only hope that Thor would be quick and leave him again.  Instead, Thor pressed his fingers inside, invading him with a mockery of intimacy.  Loki was too numb to even flinch at it.  He let Thor have his fun, staying still and silent even as Thor tried to tease.  When he drew his hands away, it was only a brief reprieve before Thor was on top of him, forcing his cock inside, tearing Loki inside.  It burned, but Loki fought back against his tears.  He fought back against the screams welling up in his chest.  He lay still as Thor draped his entire body over him, drawing out the pain.  Loki’s entire body heaved as he resisted everything within him, even as tears fell from his eyes.  He bit his lip to keep from screaming through the horror, even as Thor kissed and nibbled his skin.  Then, Thor tried to kiss his mouth, and once more his chest heaved so hard it hurt.

“You’re mine,” Thor said, fucking him languidly.  “I’ll have you every night.”

Loki lost his battle, and with one more hitch of his chest, he began sobbing once more.  He still tried to bite back against it, even as Thor spilled inside him again.  Not that it mattered, Loki knew.  The damage had already been done.

When Thor rolled off of him, he didn’t disappear into the night.  He held Loki close, invading his body still.  Loki let himself cry, no longer able to stop any of it, and it was only after he had once more run himself dry that Thor got up and left him alone.  Numb and exhausted, Loki finally fell asleep right there, naked at the waist, before Thor was even out of the room.

When he woke, he had no idea what time of day it was.  Again, he wanted to bathe.  Again, he wanted to change his clothes.  Again, he made it only as far as putting his breeches back on and sitting the sofa.  And again, some time later, Thor returned, dropping his hands onto Loki’s shoulders.  He stiffened as Thor drew his hand over Loki’s neck, a painful reminder of other ways Thor could hurt him.

“Here, then?” Thor asked.

Loki shook his head.  He couldn’t do this.  “Please, no,” he said.

He knew at once it was the wrong answer.  Thor was almost immediately in front of him, grabbing both his wrists and pulling him to his feet.  Loki found the energy to fight back, trying to wrench himself from Thor’s grip.

“I don’t recall asking,” Thor said.

He fought back against Loki, able to hold both his wrists in one of his hands.  Using his free hand, Thor unlaced Loki’s breeches even as he fought and kicked to keep him away.  Thor pulled Loki’s breeches down, exposing him.  Loki knew it was hopeless, but still he fought back, throwing everything he had into it even as Thor wrestled him back onto the sofa and over the arm.

“No!” Loki shouted.

Thor shoved him further, so his ass was in the air, and his face nearly pressed against the floor, forcing him to use his strength to hold himself up, rather than fight back.  Thor pulled Loki’s breeches away entirely, but still he kicked and thrashed, doing everything he could to keep Thor away from him.

“You never learn,” Thor said.

He pressed Loki against the sofa, and suddenly he was once more inside Loki, forcing his way in with one single, agonising motion.  Loki screamed through the pain, knowing his hall was still warded, and that nobody would hear him.  He fought and cried, even as Thor fucked him, once more tearing him apart with an intensity that burned.  Nothing Loki did was enough.  He couldn’t scream loud enough, thrash hard enough, kick fast enough.  Thor was still there, holding him down and filling him with a cock that was too big to take.  The pain was so great, Loki couldn’t even form words.  He could only scream like a wild animal, tears once more running down his face.

Thor finished loudly, and then held Loki against his cock so he could feel it throbbing inside him.  By then, Loki had lost the energy to fight back.  He still wailed, Thor buried inside him, because it was all he could do.  Even as Thor began to soften, Loki still felt the burn within him.  It was a burn that would never go away.

“Next time, you’ll do as I say, when I say it,” Thor said.

Then, he drove his cock into Loki once more.  It was too soft inside him to press deep, but still Loki gasped at the roughness Thor was capable of even in this state.  He nodded, still unable to speak, and Thor let him go.  Loki collapsed, barely able to hold himself up before he crashed into the floor.  It was like that Thor left him, exposed and in position to be mounted once more.  And it was like that Loki stayed for a long while, crying and heaving until finally he regained control of himself. 

This time when he got up, he made it to the bath chamber.  Water still filled the bath, and though it was cold, Loki took off his tunic.  He stayed in the cold water letting it soothe his aching muscles.  It had been days since he had eaten, but he didn’t dare call for a servant.  He didn’t dare show his face at banquet.  So when he got out of the bath, he dressed only in a short shift and returned to bed to sleep.

The sound of the door opening woke him, and as Thor crawled into his bed, Loki rolled over onto his back.  He had nothing left to fight with, and nothing left to fight for.  Even as Thor lifted his shift and crawled on top of him, Loki lay still.  Even with Thor’s cock pressed against the inside of Loki’s thigh, he made no sound.

“You had better make an appearance,” Thor said, his face close to Loki’s.  “Rumours are spreading, and soon someone will come looking for you.”

Loki hissed inwardly, not even wanting to think about what he was supposed to do.  He wanted to disappear and never be seen again.

“It seems all of Asgard will know regardless,” Thor said.

Loki covered his mouth, fighting against a rising agony he had not even prepared for.  Then, Thor forced his cock inside, and Loki screamed from the intrusion on his body.  No matter how many times Thor did this, it was always a searing, burning pain.  It didn’t matter whether Loki fought back or allowed Thor to have his way.  He trembled and sobbed as Thor fucked him slowly, kissing his skin as though he thought this were love.  Loki hadn’t the energy to fight back, but he had the energy to scream, so that’s what he did.

“Your cunt’s so perfect,” Thor said, his breath hot and heavy against Loki’s skin.  “I know you made it for me.”

Still sobbing, Loki tried to push Thor off of him, but he was far too exhausted to make a difference.  Nothing he did mattered.  Nothing he did would ever matter again.  Then, Thor stopped making love and started fucking him, driving himself faster and harder, and the pain became unbearable.  Loki still screamed and wailed as Thor spilled inside him and held their bodies together.  He still cried as Thor rolled off him and put himself together.  He still sobbed as Thor left his hall.  This had become Loki’s fate, forever tortured by a beast that wore his brother’s fate.  He would waste away into nothing, and no one would know what had become of him.

He saw only one way out, and that was through Frigga.  She was the only person in all of Asgard Loki knew he could trust, and to free himself from this prison he would have to break his mother’s heart.  Loki waited until morning before dressing, but nothing felt appropriate.  Coming to her in a gown felt perverse, but nothing else fit him.  Choosing to look sloppy over the alternative, he dressed in a tunic and breeches that were too big.  None of his boots fit him, so he chose to go barefoot.  Perhaps if he looked pathetic and desperate enough, it would curry more sympathy for him, making it easier for her to cast her other son aside.

But when he went to visit her, Frigga was gone.  She was not in her chambers, nor her gardens, nor even hanging around Odin.  She was gone.  She had left the realm, and Loki was running out of time.  His only other option was their father, and he knew that would not go well.  Worse, Thor followed him like a dark shadow.  But Loki was running out of time, and he needed to do something.  He waited until after banquet, when Odin would be the least occupied, and tried to approach him then.  But as he entered the throne room, Loki was made sick to see Thor still by his side.

“What the hel are you doing here?” Thor demanded.

Loki faltered in his step, already knowing he had lost.  He did not know what Thor’s plan was, but he didn’t need to know.  Whatever Thor had done, it was too late to stop.

“Father,” Loki said, hoping to at least soften the blow for himself.

He could see the outrage in Odin before he even spoke.

“Loki?” Thor said, his voice a sharp bark that made Loki want to flee.  “What twisted joke is this?”

“I—”  Loki stepped back, unsure how to continue with Thor leading the situation.

He stared at the two of them, trying desperately to find a way out, but the only thought in his mind was terror.  Then, Thor strode toward him, pointing one of his brutish fingers right in Loki’s face.

“He came to me,” Thor said.

Loki stepped backwards, trying to get away.  He did not think Thor would do anything horrific to him with their father right there, but he did not want to be in the same space as Thor for a second longer than he needed to be.

“He came like this to my bed.  I’m a fool for not seeing it,” Thor said.

Loki could see Odin rising to unbridled fury at the story Thor had presented.  Coming to Odin had been a mistake.

“Is this true?” Odin said, his voice echoing off the walls.

Loki tried to find his voice.  He tried to argue.  Even as tears once more welled in his eyes, he tried to find the strength to claw his way out of this.  Instead, with no other ideas, he nodded.  He had never been one to easily feel shame, but in that moment it consumed him.

“Oh, don’t you say it,” Thor said suddenly.  He looked at Loki with disgust, and stepped away.  “Even for you, this is low.  You came to me, and now you’re with child?  Is that what this is?”

Loki shook his head, but it was clear whose story Odin had already chosen to believe.  The evidence was overwhelmingly in Thor’s favour, and only a fool would think otherwise.

“And what excuse have you?” Odin asked, turning his rage to Thor.

Loki should have been glad that Thor would be punished as well.  But he knew better than to hope.  Hope had got him nowhere so far, and he had long since given up on it.  Even as Thor huffed and had the gall to look indignant, Loki knew this was somehow part of the plan.

“I’d never thought I’d need to ask every whore I bed if she were my brother, in disguise,” Thor said.

Loki wanted to argue; to insist it had gone differently.  But he knew the truth.  He’d had other options.  And like a fool, he had gone to Thor.  There would be no soothing Odin’s rage, so he stayed silent.  If he said nothing, his punishment might have been less than if he argued and shouted back.

“It’s Thor’s child you carry?” Odin asked, his stare carrying the weight of the entire realm.  “You’re certain of it.”

Loki looked to Thor, still uncertain what trap he had fallen into, and nodded all the same.  Thor had done this to him, though Loki didn’t know whose punishment would be the worst.  Their father had never been very predictable, especially when driven by anger.

“Well, the matter is simple,” Odin said, and Loki knew right then that his life was over.  “You’ll wed.”

“No!” Loki shouted, drowned out by Thor’s, “What?”

“You can’t!” Thor shouted.  He pointed back at Loki, as the entire world collapsed around him.  “You make me no better than him!”

Loki could barely breathe.  He knew Odin would be cruel, but this was beyond cruelty.  Odin had to know what he was condemning Loki to.  Loki was certain of it.

“You will wed,” Odin said.  “And quickly.  And the child will be your heir.”

“No!” Loki shouted again, barely able to breathe.  “I won’t!”

“You will!” Odin shouted right back.  He took a deep breath, drawing silence over the three of them.  “You will, or you will both be cast out of Asgard.”

Loki collapsed, no longer able to hold himself up.  All of Asgard would know.  And if Loki chose to hide his shame, he would be cast out with Thor, alone, to his mercy.  And Loki had long since learned mercy was not within Thor’s abilities.

“You would truly punish me for his perversion?” Thor asked.

“As you said, you were a fool not to see it,” Odin said.  He shook his head and waved his hand into the air.  “Now out of my sight.  Both of you.”

Trembling so hard he thought he might be sick, Loki watched Thor stride angrily out of the room.  Alone with his father, Loki shook his head and looked up at him, hoping to plead his case.

“You can’t.  Please,” he said.  “Anything else.  Not him.”

He could see then, in the way Odin’s disgust was plainly written across his face, that he knew exactly what he had decided.

“Tell me,” said Odin.  “How long have you two been disgracing me behind my back?”

Loki shook his head.  Had it been his choice, he’d have had no part of any of it.

“Thor is a fool if he expects me to believe he would not recognise his own brother, even like this,” Odin said, looking down at Loki with plain outrage and disgust.  “But not as much of a fool as you, if you expect me to believe he didn’t already know you carry his child.  I ask again.  How long?”

Loki took a deep breath, but he could not answer that question.  He bit his lip, wishing Odin had asked any other question, and looked to the floor.

“Months,” he said.  “I don’t know exactly.  He put something in my wine, and I’d wake with him in my bed.”

He dared to look up at Odin, but his words seemed to hold no sway whatsoever.

“The way Thor tells it, you went to his bed,” Odin said.  “Is this the truth?”

Loki looked back down at the floor.  He knew he could lie and deny it, but it was clear Odin already did not believe him.

“As I thought,” Odin said.  “You disgust me.  Leave, now.”

He turned his back on Loki, and without the weight of his stare upon him, Loki found the strength to rise to his feet and flee.  By then, Thor was already gone, which was the one small mercy he had been granted.  Loki ran to his hall, once more locking himself inside.  He would wait for Frigga to return from wherever she had gone.  And when she did, he would appeal to her.  He would tell her the full truth of what had happened between him and Thor, and he would be free of this nightmare.

He expected Thor to follow him to his chambers, but when Thor did not arrive, it came of little relief.  Odin had seen right through Thor’s lies, and Thor would only punish Loki for it.  Thor was waiting, and he would grow frustrated and impatient from waiting, and he would take that frustration out on Loki.  He knew it.

That night, Loki concealed himself and left his hall.  He thought he might flee anyway, but he knew Thor would follow him.  And if Thor followed him, Loki would have no one left to protect him.  He would not be able to find the magic or the potion he needed to undo what had been done.  He knew Thor would drag him off somewhere and keep him isolated and alone, using and abusing his body until it broke completely.  On Asgard, Thor would at least be held accountable to a degree.  There would be expectations, and under those expectations, Loki would at least have some freedom until he could find a way to escape.

So he didn’t flee.  He went to the kitchens instead, to eat for the first time since he had escaped Thor’s chambers.

Thor did not come to him the next night, either.  When his door opened on the third night, Loki prepared for a fight.  But it was not Thor who entered, but Odin.  And somehow, that was worse.  Loki sat up from his spot on the sofa, staring at his father, and daring to hope he had changed his mind.  For a long moment, Odin looked around the hall, and slowly, that hope vanished.

“Who would recognise you in this form?” Odin asked.

Loki shook his head.  “No one,” he said, now confident it was true.

Odin nodded once, and with a finality that punched Loki in the stomach.

“Good,” he said.  “Then it’s settled.  As far as Asgard is concerned, Loki is a wanted criminal.  Should he show his face within this realm, he will be arrested immediately.”

Loki didn’t understand.  He shook his head, desperately trying to follow.

“For what crime?” he asked.

“Murder,” Odin said.  “The son of a jarl.”

Loki suddenly understood, and wished he hadn’t.

“As a blood price, his daughter is to wed Thor, and their son will be heir to Asgard’s throne,” Odin said.

Loki stared at him, unable to comprehend the depths of his father’s cruelty.  He shook his head, desperately trying to find words to defend his case.

“Father,” he said.

“You are no longer my son,” Odin said, somehow sinking even further.  “You are no longer of Asgard.  Tomorrow, you will wed Thor, and spare us all this indignity.  Once the child is born, you will hand it to a nursemaid and leave this realm, never to return.  Have I made myself clear?”

Loki nodded, feeling an all-too familiar tightness in his chest and his throat.

“Yes,” he said.  “What about Mother?”

His question only served to further incite Odin’s anger, and Loki flinched beneath the weight of it.

“Your mother will know nothing of this,” Odin said, his voice sharp like a whip.  “You will not burden her with the knowledge that the sons she raised have become such grave disappointments.”

Again, Loki nodded.

“I have no more patience for you,” Odin said.  “Do not test me further.”

“Anyone else,” Loki said, trying one more time to save himself.  “Please.  Not Thor.”

Odin stared at him for a long moment, a hardness about him that Loki had never seen before. 

“No,” he said after a long moment.  “I believe this decision is quite final.  Keep this hall if you like.  I’ll grant you that mercy.”

With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Loki alone with his thoughts.  Even if he did go to Frigga now, there was nothing she could do that would not defy Odin’s command.  Frigga was his mother, but Odin was king above all.

Loki wondered why he was ever surprised that Thor could be so cruel, when their father was even worse.  Worse still, it was clear Odin knew more than he was letting on.  Odin knew exactly what he was condemning Loki to, and had been perfectly willing to sacrifice him to keep Thor distracted.  Loki was a convenient solution to every one of Odin’s problems with Thor, and now he wouldn’t have to worry about Thor tarnishing his reputation any further.

Handmaids arrived early the next morning to dress Loki and present him with gifts from wedding guests.  Fine combs and gowns were piled on his bed, only serving to make real all that was happening.  He wept while his hair was done in braids, with ribbons and beads of silver, and once his face was dry his eyes were painted to hide the fact that he had been crying all morning.  The handmaids offered little in the way of reassurances, and Loki wondered how many of Thor’s so-called whores were maids and servants he had trapped and raped before turning his sights on Loki.  He wondered how many of them Odin had known about, and how many of Thor’s bastards had been sold off to the Einherjar to avoid complicating matters further.  He wondered how many women Thor had drugged and dragged off to some hidden pantry; how many he had beaten until they submitted.  Loki’s thoughts lingered on that very first time Thor had followed him back to his hall, and the terrifying lack of restraint or remorse his brother had shown.

And he clearly wasn’t the only one who knew Thor was like this.  If anything, he was somehow the last to know.  Instead of reassurances, Loki got advice, warning him that he might find an easier time in allowing Thor to do as he pleased.

As if he didn’t already know.

He nearly crumbled at the vows, barely bringing himself to say the words.  But he looked to Odin, and knew that if he did not do this, he would not survive what came next.  Odin wouldn’t kill him.  He’d be cast out along with Thor, and Thor would kill him.  So he said the words, and allowed himself to be dragged off and paraded before Asgard as Thor’s new bride.  At banquet, he slipped a knife off the table, hiding it away for later.  Beside him, he could feel Thor’s irritation with the charade growing stronger, until he finally rose and dragged Loki from the hall and to his chambers.

Loki hated these rooms.  He hated the memories in them, and the man who lived there.  As Thor shut the door between them and the men who had followed them through the corridors, Loki felt some relief that this would at least not happen with an audience.  At least not an audience who would see them, though he expected no help even if they did linger to listen.

“Finally,” Thor said.  “No more games.”

Loki shook his head, not thinking he’d be able to do what he needed to.  “Please.  No,” he said.

Thor backed him against the bed, and he knew there was nothing left to do.  He let Thor undress him, standing still as his gown fell down his body and to the floor.  He stood still as Thor pawed at his tits, and dragged his hand over his skin.  He hissed silently as Thor drew a hand over his ass, trying to brace for the worst.

He watched Thor undress quickly, his cock already standing hard.  The sight of it made Loki’s stomach collapse, and he quickly looked away from it.

“You so recently begged to ride it, and now you’re playing coy?” Thor asked.

He used his entire body to push Loki into his back, and climbed over him.  Despite every part of his being wanting to scream and fight back, Loki went along with him, taking the advice he already knew.  Even as Thor mounted him, driving himself deep, Loki forced himself to remain still and silent despite the pain.  Once more, Thor rode him as though he thought he was making love, slow and languid, as he kissed and nipped at Loki’s skin.  When Thor kissed his mouth, Loki let him, fighting against the urge to vomit at the intrusion of Thor’s tongue.

It was too much.  He couldn’t do this.  He couldn’t lie back and allow his life to end like this.  He conjured the knife and moved quickly, driving the blade deep into Thor’s side.  Thor sat up quickly, his face bright red, and Loki knew at once he had made a mistake.  He got ready to fight back as he watched Thor glare at the knife in his side.  He wasn’t sure whether he should flee, or to start throwing kicks and punches, but he didn’t get the chance to figure it out.  Thor struck him hard across the face, knocking his teeth together and making his vision explode with white.  Loki fell against the bed, groaning as he tried to regain his senses as he heard the knife fall to the floor.  Then, Thor struck him once more, and was inside him again.  Hazy and dazed, Loki tried to fight back as Thor drove him into the bed, throwing his entire weight into making Loki hurt.  Loki scratched with his nails and kicked his feet, but Thor hardly seemed to notice.

“Why won’t you learn?” Thor grunted, his voice strained from his efforts.

“I hate you!” Loki said.

He dug his nails into Thor’s face, and Thor responded by striking him once more.  As Loki tried to regain his wits, Thor pinned his wrists to the bed and rode him even harder.  Loki responded by throwing everything he had into fighting back, even though he knew he had lost.  He screamed and thrashed, even as Thor spilled inside him, keeping him pinned to the bed.

“Get off of me,” Loki said, his jaw so tight he thought his teeth might crack.

Thor drove himself into Loki once more, sending a searing hot jolt of pain through him, and Loki could not hold back the scream that escaped him.  He breathed through his teeth, trying to recover from it, and stared at Thor’s face above him.  He knew Thor would only hurt him more, but Loki spat in his face anyway.  Once more, Thor struck him across the face so hard, it nearly knocked the thought from Loki’s mind.  He groaned again, rolling over as Thor finally got off of him.  He picked up the knife from the floor and sneered at it, before turning his sneer to Loki.

“Next time, I won’t be so forgiving,” Thor said.

Loki could hear him leave, and tried to gather his wits to get up and flee.  But he knew those wretched onlookers would be outside the door still.  He knew they had heard him scream as Thor once again beat and raped him.  The thought of facing them was just as bad as the thought of staying where he was.  Instead, he sat up, drawing his knees close to his chest, and waited for Thor to return.  When he did, Thor glared at him as he pulled his tunic back on, and moved to stretch out on the sofa.

“Go ahead.  Leave,” Thor said.  “We both know you want to.  After all, isn’t that what whores do?”

Loki inhaled deeply, holding his tongue against what he’d wanted to say.  He’d taken his fair share of whores, and plenty had stayed in his bed through the night.  But Loki never beat them.  Loki never held them down until they screamed.  Thor didn’t take whores.  He was a monster, and Loki knew then that everyone knew it.  Somehow, Loki was indeed the last to know it.

Loki watched as Thor drifted off into a light sleep, and wished he had saved his blade until then.  If he was to be wanted for murder anyway, it might as well have been Thor.  But he had squandered his opportunity, and he knew he might never get another one.  He knew Thor wouldn’t sleep heavily, and would wake the moment Loki got to his feet.

He allowed himself to weep quietly, in the dull light of the single lamp that lit the room.  He stayed quiet as he watched Thor rouse again, and watched as he got back to his feet.

“No,” Loki said, trying to back away from him.

Thor grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him back down along the bed, forcing Loki onto his back once more.

“Damnit, no!” Loki shouted, swinging his fists as Thor crawled into bed with him.

Thor grabbed his wrists, again pinning him to the bed as he forced his way between Loki’s knees.  Loki hated how easily Thor was able to overpower him.  He hated how easily Thor was able to drive him to helplessness.  He continued to fight back, even as Thor once more mounted him, driving his cock into his abused body.  The pain never got better.  If anything, it got worse, and Loki shrieked as it lit up his entire body.  He thrashed beneath Thor, even as Thor once more took him slowly.  He felt Thor’s tongue once more on his skin and thrashed even harder, letting himself cry and wail and not caring if anyone heard.  But nothing he did made a difference.  Thor kept him pinned to the bed, his cock buried so deep, the only sensation Loki knew was pain.

“There’s no point in fighting,” Thor said, trying to force his way close to Loki’s neck.  “You’ve nothing to gain.”

“You’ll fucking die for this,” Loki said, his voice choked and strained.

Thor bit hard on his neck, making him scream once more.

“You keep saying that,” Thor said.  “But we both know it’s not true.”

He continued to fuck Loki, slowly, languidly, taking his time while Loki wore himself out.  Soon, he barely had the energy to cry, much less to fight and thrash, and it was then he finally gave in.  Thor slowed even further, drawing himself out for what felt like hours.  He kissed Loki’s mouth again, forcing his tongue deep inside, while he freed one hand to draw his nails down Loki’s body.  Loki completely gave up.  He had nothing to gain, and he knew it.  Thor had planted his seed, and Odin had chained them together, and nothing would change that.  No amount of fighting back would undo what was done.  All that was left was to survive.

Thor took his time, keeping his cock inside Loki for so long, his entire body trembled from the pain.  Thor burned inside him, drawing a deep ache through his entire body.  When he finally picked up pace, Loki hated the relief that washed over him.  The pain increased, but it meant Thor was finally done with him.  He shouted as he spilled inside Loki, and finally rolled off.  Loki stayed where he was, waiting to be certain Thor was done with him.  When Thor rolled over and settled beneath the blankets, Loki rolled in the other direction, putting his back to Thor’s. 

He wanted to leave, but he didn’t know whether the crowd outside still lingered, or whether Odin expected him to behave accordingly for the wedding night.  Against everything, Loki settled beneath the blankets and once more allowed himself to weep until exhaustion finally took him and he fell asleep. 

He woke to Thor’s cock once more buried deep inside him, Thor pinning him on his side and holding their bodies close together.  Thor clearly noticed him wake, and he tightened his grip around Loki, holding him even closer.  But Loki stayed sill and silent as Thor took him, once more taking the advice he already knew to be true.  Again, Thor took his time, seemingly taking hours before he finally got up, leaving Loki alone on the bed.  Loki lay right where he was, still unmoving, even as Thor dressed and left.  He waited until he knew Thor was gone before he dared to dress as well, and flee back to his own hall.  The hall that now belonged not to Loki, but to the woman Odin had invented; weregild for a murdered brother who never existed.

Thor had said he would take Loki every night, and it was no surprise when he arrived in Loki’s hall later that evening.  Loki knew it would be easier to let Thor have his way, but as soon as Thor approached him, he couldn’t stop himself from fighting back.  Even as Thor dragged him to the bed and forced himself into Loki’s cunt once more, Loki kicked and screamed and thrashed until the very end.  But this time, he had nowhere safe to flee.  After Thor rolled off of him and went to sleep, Loki was trapped in the bed with him until he left again in the morning.

When Loki could stomach the thought, he made things easier on himself and met Thor in his chambers and allowed him to have his way.  For the most part, he made Thor come to him, and then he fought with everything he had left.  But each night ended exactly the same, with Thor on top of him, and Loki helplessly crying beneath him.  He tried to hide, but that went even worse.  He had hidden chambers throughout the palace, and Thor managed to find every one of them.  When he did, he fought Loki to the ground, fucking him without mercy on the stone floor like an animal.

But Thor always found him in private, so Loki hid in the library.  He thought with even the few people around, Thor wouldn’t dare show his true self.  But Loki got too lost into his own research, and didn’t notice when the library emptied.  It wasn’t until he heard footsteps approaching that Loki looked up into the darkness around him and realised his error.

“Get away,” Loki said, feeling more trapped than ever.

Thor grabbed him, pulling him from his seat.  Loki fought back, determined to go a single night without having to suffer Thor’s company.

“Here, then,” Thor said, as he pushed Loki against the table.

“No!” Loki shouted.

He fought even harder, realising then that a public space wasn’t even enough to keep him safe.  He fought even as Thor wrestled him onto his back, dropping his candle and books onto the floor.  As they were plunged into near total darkness, Loki was overcome with terror.

“No!” he screamed, fighting back even as Thor climbed onto the table with him.

He tried to keep his legs locked together, but Thor pried them apart and forced himself between Loki’s knees.  With one arm pressed against Loki’s chest, he held him down with his entire weight, while he used his other hand to pull Loki’s gown up.  Still kicking and thrashing, Loki tried to keep himself covered, even as he felt Thor’s cock brush against his bare flesh.

“Stop it!” he shouted, horrified at knowing he was powerless to stop this.  “Stop!  No!”

“You chose this,” Thor said.

He wrenched the gown away and forced himself in once more.  Without a chance to recover from Thor’s attacks, the pain was unbearable.  Loki wailed and shrieked into the darkness, still trying to fight Thor off of him.  But he could feel his body giving into the pain, trying to shut down completely.

Then, Thor stilled suddenly, and Loki tried once more to shove him off.

“Who’s there?” a voice in the darkness called out.

Loki tried to scream for help, but Thor struck him hard across the face, dazing him into silence.

“Get out!” Thor shouted.

There was a tense silence before Loki heard the footsteps retreating, and he wailed until his lungs burned.  Nobody would save him.  Nobody would stop Thor, even when he exposed himself so blatantly.  Loki couldn’t even fight back after the indignity.  He screamed and howled, hot tears streaming down his face as Thor finished what he had come for.  Even as Thor got up, Loki stayed on the table, trembling and heaving and exposed while he screamed into the darkness.

No one would save him.  He was truly alone, and as Loki cried, alone on a library table, he knew there wasn’t a soul in Asgard who wasn’t aware of what transpired every evening.

Even worse, Loki wasn’t quick enough to flee.  He was still on the table, exposed and sobbing, when one of the librarians found him.  She did him the dignity of saying nothing as she helped put him back together, getting him to his feet and taking him back to the relative safety of his hall.  Loki knew he could have stayed on the table all night, his gown pulled up, nobody would have dared touch him, if only to avoid Thor’s wrath.  At the same time, and worst of all of it, he knew now with certainty Thor could have bent him over the table in the banquet hall, and nobody would have lifted a finger to stop him.

Thor was a monster.  The whole realm knew it, and had happily sacrificed Loki to him.

The following day, Thor didn’t even wait until Loki had a chance to disappear.  He found him at banquet, with a cup of wine in his hand.  As he sat it down and pressed it into Loki’s hand, Loki looked at it and wondered if this was better.

“Which is it?” he asked.

“You’ll have to drink and find out,” Thor said.

Loki decided that both options were terrible, but either better than what Thor would do to him if he refused.  He drank the entire cup, swallowing the wine without even tasting it, and slammed the cup onto the table.  Rather than sit and wait for the inevitable, he got up and walked through the palace to Thor’s bed, preferring to lose his sanity there rather than in his own hall.  He sat on the edge of the bed, glaring at the floor while he waited for Thor’s drug to take hold.  But Thor was impatient, and was on him at once.

“Get off me, you bastard,” Loki said, trying to move away.

Thor did not get off him, and despite everything, Loki still fought against him as Thor wrestled him onto his back.  He fought as Thor held him down an lifted his skirts.  He fought as Thor entered him, bringing more pain and humiliation.  He fought until his arms and legs grew too heavy to move, and his mind too foggy to think clearly.  He tried to shout, but all that came out was a pathetic whine.  Thor hadn’t given him enough to put him to sleep, keeping him awake and aware, but unable to fight back any longer.  But the drug also eased the pain, so Loki had less reason to fight back, and soon he gave in completely as Thor pawed over his body and licked his skin.

“Isn’t this nice?” Thor said, his breath hot on Loki’s neck.  “Isn’t this what you want?”

Loki whined, no longer fighting against Thor, but his own body.  Without the pain, Thor was able to tease something from him, and soon he was fighting back against his own lust.  Thor was watching him, and Loki couldn’t bear to see it as his body rose shamefully to the abuse.  He closed his eyes and resisted as long as he could, holding himself back until he could resist no longer.  He gasped loudly as release crashed over him, and hated himself for it.  He hated Thor and the way he laughed quietly.

“See?” Thor said.  “We don’t have to play these games.”

Loki shook his head.  “Never,” he said.

Thor drove into him deeply, cutting right through the drug and sending a jolt of pain through Loki.  He cried out, barely able to breathe from it.

“Or have I misunderstood?” Thor asked.

He pulled himself out almost completely, and then drove deep again, sending another jolt through Loki.

“Is this how you prefer it?” Thor asked.

Once more, he pulled himself out and drove deep again, and once more Loki cried out from it.

“No!” he said, gasping.

But Thor didn’t stop.  He pulled out again, drove back in, pulled out again, drove back in.  Loki couldn’t fight back.  He couldn’t stop it.  He cried out as tears fell from his eyes, knowing only pain.  He tried to fight back, but Thor was relentless, and soon all Loki could do was tremble beneath him.  Finally, Thor lost control of himself and spilled inside Loki, and that was the end of it.  He rolled off, keeping Loki in his arms as he settled on the bed.  Loki couldn’t move against him, forced close to Thor even then.  He kept himself as quiet as he could, not wanting to show any more weakness than he already had.  He knew it made no difference, but still he resisted. 

Thor fell asleep, holding their bodies together like that.  His breeches were unlaced and his cock exposed, pressed against Loki’s exposed thigh.  Loki hated it.  It was all he could focus on, even as his emotions numbed.  Eventually, Loki regained control of his body, and he slipped away from Thor’s grip, fleeing back to his hall before Thor could wake and get started all over again.

The following evening, Thor returned to Loki’s side at banquet, and once more pressed a cup of wine into his hand.  Once more, Loki drank, and went with Thor to his chambers.  This became their nightly routine, though sometimes Thor would change things.  Loki always fought against it, for as long as he could, though the nights Thor put him completely to sleep were always the easiest.  Those were the nights he had the worst nightmares, but he preferred the nightmares to his waking reality.  On the nights Thor didn’t give him enough, Loki fought back with everything he had.  And every night, as soon as he regained control of himself, Loki fled, refusing to share Thor’s bed for a second longer than he had to.

But Thor was a monster who grew tired of routine, and soon he changed it again.  When he came to Loki at banquet, it was not with a cup of wine.  Loki saw the two empty cups in his hand, and watched as he grabbed a pitcher from the table.  Thor was planning something different, and Loki could not yet figure out what.

“Make things difficult if you must,” Thor said.

Loki looked up and sighed, knowing exactly what the unspoken threat was.  Make things difficult, and he would be raped right there in front of everyone.  After that night in the library, Loki far preferred the small dignity of at least being raped in seclusion.  He got up and followed Thor to his chambers, surprised when Thor did not immediately throw him onto the bed, instead leading him to the table.

“Sit,” Thor said.

Loki sat, watching him put the pitcher down, and retreat to a far corner of the room.  Even with his back turned to Loki, it soon became clear what he was doing.  He opened a crate, and Loki could see him pull a vial from within.  He had never dared search Thor’s chambers, but now he didn’t have to.  He knew right where Thor kept his potions.  Thor turned, clearly seeing Loki watching him, and returned with both cups.  He filled the cups from the pitcher, and then placed them both down on the table before Loki.

“Take your pick,” he said.

Loki only then realised what Thor intended, and he knew right then, he would not survive the night if he picked the wrong cup.

“Please no,” he said.  “Not this.”

“Take your pick, or I will,” Thor said.

Biting his lip against the urge to scream, Loki looked at the cups before him.  Praying he picked the cup that had been drugged, Loki picked one up and gingerly drank from it.  But Thor wouldn’t let him take such a small amount, and he tipped the cup back, forcing Loki to drink all of it, or else spill it down his front and face Thor’s ire.  He drank, and put the cup back on the table, watching as Thor picked up the other and emptied it.  Thor dropped his cup to the table and sat down across from Loki, staring at him with a grim face.  Loki didn’t know how quickly the drug worked, but he slowly realised he had picked the wrong cup.  He knew the mad desperation the drug caused, and he knew Thor would take his frustrations out with his fists.  Loki had barely survived the drug in his true form.  Shifting to this wretched form was the only way he had made it through the night.  Thor did not have that luxury.  Thor would be driven mad, and Loki would pay the price.

“No,” Loki said, shaking his head.  “Please.  I’m begging you.”

Thor got to his feet and took one long stride toward Loki, grabbing him by the arm before Loki could even react.  Thor dragged him across the floor and threw him down onto the bed.  Loki froze, watching Thor pull down his breeches.

“Get over here,” Thor said.

Loki couldn’t move, too paralysed with fear at what he saw before him.  Thor grabbed him by his hair, wrenching him around on the bed, and pulling him close so his face was pressed against the side of Thor’s cock.

“Take it,” Thor said.

Loki nodded.  If he refused or fought back, Thor would murder him.  He forced himself to move, to take Thor in his mouth.  He didn’t even have a chance to try to please Thor.  At once, one of Thor’s hands was on his face, and the other on his shoulder, holding him in place.  All Loki could do was worry about not choking as Thor thrust himself against his throat.  He was surprised at how quickly Thor finished, and even more surprised when Thor let him go.  He rolled over, coughing and spitting Thor’s seed onto the blanket.  Then, Thor was on the bed with him, hands on his body and forcing him onto his back.  Loki froze once more, letting Thor lift his skirts and to as he pleased.  He wasn’t expecting Thor’s mouth on him, and he cried out in shock as Thor used his tongue to invade Loki.  Every ounce of him screamed to fight back, but instead he busied his hands by bunching his skirts up in them, holding the fabric with tight fists.  Thor’s mouth on him, and his fear of what Thor would do to him next mixed together to drive him mad, and soon he felt his own rising need.  He resisted for a moment, tensing his body against it.  But he soon gave up, letting himself succumb to the shame of taking pleasure from his brother’s tongue.  Thor wanted Loki to want him.  He had said it so many times, and Loki knew that wanting him like this would be the only way he stood a chance of walking out of that room again.  But as soon as Loki gave in, Thor was gone.

It lasted only a moment, and then Thor was on top of him, and his cock inside of him.  Loki groaned through his teeth, overwhelmed with self-loathing as he took his brother’s cock without protest.  He tried to ignore it.  He tried to give Thor what he wanted, but as soon as he moved against Thor’s body, Thor spilled with a sudden gasp.

But Loki knew that wasn’t the last of it.  He moved against Thor, and it was only a few moments before Thor held him against the mattress again, fucking him hard.  It hurt, and Loki’s need was not enough to overcome the pain of it.  But he threw everything he had into putting on a show.  It soon became too much, and Loki needed to get out from under him, so he cried out, again and again and again until his head ached from his performance, until he could truly take no more and collapsed with a final shout.  He lay back, panting through the pain in his cunt and in his head, as Thor finished inside him, his cock throbbing so hard Loki could feel it.

And yet, he still wasn’t done.  He started up once more, and Loki wanted to scream.  He stayed where he was, Thor’s body holding him down, as Thor rode him.  When he finished again, it was with a loud gasp right in Loki’s ear.  Loki flinched against it, glad when Thor finally rolled off of him a moment later.

Knowing Thor was nowhere near done, Loki stayed on his back, rearranging his skirts to cover himself up and staring up at the ceiling.  He had hoped his show had been good enough to earn him a little more patience as the evening wore on.

It was almost no time at all before Thor was back on top of him, once more pulling his skirts up.

“Please, no,” Loki said, shaking his head.

Thor didn’t listen.  He didn’t even respond beyond an angry grunt as he drove himself deep into Loki once more.  Loki hissed loudly, but stayed still, letting Thor do as he pleased.  He let Thor fuck him slowly, and only cringed as Thor picked up his pace once more.

“Damnit!” Thor shouted, slamming his fist against the bed.

Loki hissed sharply as Thor’s fist landed next to his ear, so close he could feel the air moving.  He was lucky it hadn’t been his face that caught Thor’s fist, and he wasn’t entirely certain Thor had intended to miss.  He watched as Thor rolled off him, his entire body trembling from a desire Loki knew all too well.

“Don’t go anywhere,” Thor said as he got up.

Loki nodded and sat up as he watched Thor disappear into his bath chamber.  He righted his skirts once more, and briefly considered making his escape.  But he knew Thor would chase him, and find him, and kill him.  He looked over his shoulder at Thor’s crate, and for a moment was tempted to go digging through it.  Instead, he sat right where he was, watching the door for Thor to return.  He did not know what Thor was doing in there, but he had a good idea.  The drug was horrific.  Loki was barely more than an animal under its influence.  He was conscious and cognizant of his every action, and yet powerless to stop himself.  Thor, he knew, would be feeling the same.  Thor would have likely revelled in it, if not for the fact that the drug did nothing to soothe a chafed and irritated cock that still craved more, and yet refused to rise or find release.

Finally, the door opened and Thor emerged once more, pulling his clothes off as he walked.  For a moment he paused in his step, and the two of them only looked at one another silently.

“On your hands and knees,” Thor said.

Loki had hoped Thor would still be unable to rise, but he shifted to obey all the same.  Thor soon joined him on the bed, mounting him like the wild beast he was.  Loki huffed out as Thor once more shoved his cock deep into him, and with clenched fists and jaw, huffed quietly as Thor rutted against him.  Loki moved down onto his elbows to better brace himself as Thor lost all control behind him, nearly throwing him into the board.  He cringed against the feeling of Thor’s seed dripping from his cunt and down his leg, but still remained silent and let Thor do as he pleased.  Then, Thor grabbed him and pulled him back, driving his cock so deep into Loki he couldn’t stop the yelp of pain that escaped him.  Thor kept it up, each time weakening Loki’s resolve to stay still and quiet.  Tears welled in his eyes as he cried out each time, knowing he’d never get used to this nightmare.

When Thor finally finished, he shoved Loki away sharply, and Loki let himself fall onto his side, curling his legs up to try to ease the pain deep in his stomach.

“Why can’t you be like this all the time?” Thor asked, sitting back across the bed.

Loki said nothing.  He sat up slowly, trying to once again cover himself to preserve what little dignity he had left.

“And take that damn thing off,” Thor said.

He looked at Thor, silently pleading to let him have this.  But Thor didn’t budge, so Loki pulled the gown off and dropped it onto the bed.  Exposed and bare, he brought his knees up to his chest to cover himself as much as possible.  Almost immediately, Thor was back on top of him, forcing his legs open before Loki even had a chance to ready himself.  He let himself fall backwards, giving in completely as Thor once again invaded him, plunging his cock deep inside of him.  Loki could see the sour frustration on his face, and when Thor growled in rage, Loki couldn’t stop himself from flinching away.  Thor lasted only a few more moments before he backed away again, his cock dripping pathetically onto the blanket between them.  He got up and strode across the room, flinging himself down onto the sofa.  Not taking his eyes off of Thor for even a moment, Loki slowly sat up, once more covering himself with his legs.

He watched Thor stew in his own frustrations, and knew he’d go mad from anticipation, never knowing when Thor would want to take him again.  He needed a distraction.  He needed something to occupy his mind, so he could try to escape this torture for even a few moments.

“May I go fetch a book?” Loki asked.

Thor threw an angry glare at him, making Loki flinch.  He hadn’t thought what he’d asked was too offensive, but apparently everything was offensive to Thor while he was in this state.

“Be quick,” Thor said after a long moment.

Loki nodded and dressed quickly, making sure he was put together well enough to be seen in public.  He adjusted his gown around his waist and dried his eyes with his hands, so nobody would see the tears that threatened to draw permanent lines down his cheeks.  Only then did he slip out into the dark corridor and make quick tracks for his hall.

Once inside, he was tempted to stay there.  He could lock the door, and hide from Thor for as long as the door would hold.  He looked at the door, knowing that once it gave, Thor would show no mercy.  He wasn’t capable of it, as he had shown again and again and again.  He thought about finding a knife and trying to do away with Thor once and for all, but that plan had only earned him a beating the last time he’d tried it.

If he was going to survive Thor, he was going to have to give in, fully and completely.  Not just this night, but until Odin released him from this punishment.  He would never see Asgard again, and wanted to be able to enjoy what short time he had left within the realm.  And the only way to do that would be to keep Thor happy with him, so he would no longer have to jump at every shadow that loomed in the corner.

And that started with returning to Thor’s chambers.  Loki picked a book from his shelf, grabbing it at random, and left his hall to return to Thor’s bed and the torment that awaited him there.  He quietly slipped back into the room, faltering only slightly at the way Thor stared at him.  Likewise keeping his gaze on Thor, Loki returned to the bed and settled down to await Thor’s next assault.  He opened book, forcing himself to look away from Thor, and to the page.

It was an old grimoire, written by some dead and forgotten old elf.  Loki read over half a page before Thor was back on his feet.  As soon as he perceived movement, Loki quickly set his book aside and watched Thor, waiting to be told what to do.

“Take that off,” Thor said as he returned to the bed.

Loki quickly undressed, exposing his entire body as he tossed the gown to the floor.  Before he could move, Thor had his hands on Loki’s body, pulling him down onto his back.  He pawed at Loki’s breasts, and dragged his tongue over Loki’s belly.  While Thor entertained himself, Loki shifted into a more comfortable position on his back, letting his legs fall open to give Thor room.  Thor was between his knees in an instant, and inside him an instant later, drawing a pained huff from Loki.  Again, he took his time with Loki’s body, rolling languidly into him while he kissed and nipped at his skin.  He kissed Loki’s mouth, and Loki let him, remaining still and obedient.  He couldn’t bring himself to put on another performance, but this seemed good enough for now. 

Suddenly, Thor grunted loudly against him as his entire body tensed.  He got up quickly, growling as he put distance between them.  Again, Loki flinched, sitting up and moving back quickly as Thor moved to the other side of the bed.  Once certain Thor was done for a while, Loki picked his book back up, and tried to get comfortable with it.  He couldn’t stay fully focused on the pages, but it was enough of a distraction to keep him from staring at Thor while he waited for the inevitable.  And the inevitable came again, and again, throughout the night.  Loki never encouraged him, remaining passive and still each time Thor took him.  He lost count of the amount of times Thor fucked him as the night wore on.  When Thor left him again to go lie on the sofa, Loki managed to drift off to sleep.  He woke with Thor on top of him and inside of him, and with a jolt of panic and outrage tried to shove him off before regaining control over himself.  His entire body ached and burned, but still he lay back and accepted his role. 

Thor didn’t finish, and once more ended the coupling with a loud shout and his fist slamming into the bed near Loki’s head.  Once more, Loki did not believe Thor intended to miss.

Eventually, Thor fell asleep on the bed next to him, and only then did Loki feel confident enough to dress and sneak off back to his hall.  If the drug had worked through his system to the point that Thor was able to sleep, then Loki knew he would not want to even be touched by the time he woke up.

Loki retreated to his hall and had a hot bath drawn, feeling filthy not just from everything coating his skin, but as though his very soul had been dragged through the mud.  Still, he knew his way forward, and if it meant shedding the last of his pride, then that’s what it would take.

He was hardly surprised when Thor failed to ambush him at banquet the following day.  He imagined Thor was still suffering from the after effects of the drug, and Loki took advantage of it.  He returned to his hall to return to a long-forgotten project.  He needed something to do, and compiling some of his favourite workings into a single volume was good, quiet work that kept his mind busy.  But of course, Thor would not even let him have that.  He let himself into Loki’s hall while he worked, and Loki knew this was it.  This was the day he shed all pride and shame for good.

He held up one hand to stay Thor while he finished copying a spell.

“Let me finish this,” he said.

He was surprised when Thor sat down on the sofa and let him finish.  Loki wrote quickly, copying the spell from one page to another.  Then, he carefully covered his ink to keep it from drying out and got to his feet.

“Come here,” Thor said.

Walking to Thor was the most difficult thing Loki had ever done in his life.  He sat down beside Thor, keeping enough distance between them that he did not have to feel Thor beside him.  He watched as Thor unlaced his breeches and freed his cock, hard and already dripping.

“Get on,” Thor said.

Loki inhaled, trying to steel himself.  It was one thing to lie back and take the abuse.  To be party to it was a whole other scandal.  But Loki could see the impatience on Thor’s face, and he knew if he did not do this, Thor would not hesitate to use force.  Sighing and hating himself for it, Loki moved over to mount Thor.  He adjusted his gown around them so he did not have to see Thor’s cock beneath him, and then lowered himself onto it.  Even more or less willing, his body did not want to take Thor in.  He hissed sharply at the pain that still rocked through him, pausing to give himself a moment to breathe.  He moved slowly, giving himself time to adjust until Thor was fully buried inside him, burning deep.  Loki ignored the agony, knowing worse things awaited him, and rocked against Thor.  The small movement shot another jolt through him, and he winced and hissed, but he did not stop.

Thor wanted this.  And as long as Thor got what he wanted, Loki would know something close to peace.  As Thor dropped his hands onto Loki’s hips to guide him faster, Loki bit his lip and rode through it.  His every muscle trembled and quaked as he fought against the urge to get up and flee.  Instead, he braced his hands against Thor’s shoulders, finding the leverage there to gain better control over the whole damn ordeal.

“You’re so good,” Thor said, panting heavily.  “I know you made this for me.”

Loki didn’t want to hear it.  “Shut up,” he said through his teeth.

Even as his eyes welled with tears, Loki decided it was time to bring this to an end.  He moved faster against Thor, clenching his jaw against the pained whimpers that threatened to come forth.  Thor held him close, burying his face in Loki’s tits and moaning loudly each time Loki rocked against him.  Then, his grip tightened further, and he pulled Loki hard down onto his cock as he finished.  Loki stilled at once, knowing he was done.  He let Thor spill inside him, and waited until he could feel Thor’s cock soften inside him before he got back up to his feet.  He quickly adjusted his gown and and dried his eyes, glad that was finally done with.

“I’d prefer to sleep alone tonight,” he said, returning to his desk.

He returned to his work, annoyed that Thor had chosen to stay.  But Loki didn’t argue, or press his case.  He simply got back to work on his project, allowing himself to get lost in it.  He only noticed Thor had got up when Loki felt him standing close behind him.

“Are you serious?” Loki asked, standing back up to get this over with.

Thor grabbed him, trying to force him over the desk, but Loki braced himself against it, resisting.

“Wait, wait!” he shouted, fighting against Thor.  “Hang on.”

He glared at Thor, once more surprised when Thor stepped back to give him room.  Loki quickly moved his project aside and covered the ink before he bent over the desk with a sigh.  Resting on his elbows, he looked straight ahead, ignoring Thor as he lifted his gown and thrust himself deep into his cunt.  Loki grunted loudly, trying to relax enough to take Thor without pain, but relaxing was difficult with his brother’s cock pounding into him.  He stood stiff, bracing against the desk and hissing each time Thor thrust against him.  Thor finished quickly this time, pulling out and spilling not in Loki’s cunt, but down his thigh instead.  Loki groaned loudly at it, but didn’t dare move until Thor did.  Only once Thor put distance between them did Loki right himself once more and step away.  He ignored Thor further and walked to the bath chamber to clean himself up.  Once Thor had finally gone, Loki called a servant to draw him a bath.

He went to bed each night hating himself.  Thor would drag him away from banquet, and Loki would lie on his back and take Thor’s abuse for as long as it lasted.  Or Thor would let himself into Loki’s hall, and he would ride Thor on the sofa, or let himself be bent over the desk as many times as Thor wished.  But it was easier this way.  He didn’t have bruises to hide this way.  He didn’t endure constant dread as he walked through corridors alone.  He gave Thor what he wanted each evening, and for the rest of the time, Thor left him alone.

But as certain gowns began to grow too tight around his waist, Loki began to confront a new problem.  Thor would fuck him each night, and he hated it, but he would find himself almost consumed by lust throughout the day.  It wasn’t the same animal lust that took him under Thor’s drug, but it was still irritating and got in the way of his ability to think.

And worse, Loki knew the solution.  But as soon as Thor entered the room, his lust was replaced with frustration and disgust.  And he did not dare seek out anyone else.  Instead, when he could take it no more, Loki skipped banquet and returned to Thor’s chambers.  He found the chest in the far corner and forced it open, finding both salvation and disappointment.  He recognised the thick, red potion that filled several vials.  He didn’t know what the first potion looked like, but it didn’t matter.  It clearly wasn’t there.  Thor had moved it, no doubt when he knew Loki had seen where he stored it.  Still, Loki pulled one of the vials from the chest and uncorked it, giving it a cautious sniff.  He poured a thick drop onto his finger, watching as it rolled over his skin, before licking it off.  It was a taste he recognised instantly, harsh and bitter.  He had no idea how much Thor had given him before, but he prayed he had not somehow exceeded it.   He replaced the vial in its spot, and then went to Thor’s bed and lay upon it, waiting.  He’d kept his book at the bedside, as distraction for himself on the nights when Thor did not find sleep easily.  He read his book, and waited, finding it increasingly difficult to focus on the words on the page.  Loki had fully lost track of time, and when Thor finally burst through the door, Loki jumped hard and looked up at him.

He was furious.  Furious and confused, and Loki realised his error immediately.  He hadn’t waited for Thor in his own bed for months.  Thor had not thought to find him here.

“I thought you’d come here first,” Loki said, trying to soothe Thor’s nerves.

Even as his fear subsided, he still could not get his breathing under control.  He wasn’t sure if he had taken too much, or if his nerves had only served to heighten everything.  He watched Thor shift his gaze across the room, to the chest he’d left open, and saw that finally they were on the same page.

“How much did you take?” Thor asked.

Loki licked his lips, finding his throat suddenly very dry.  “Not much,” he said, feeling like that was a lie.  “Enough.”

He watched as Thor walked around to the other side of the bed, and took off his boots.  He lay back, fully clothed, and glaring up at the ceiling.  Somehow, what Loki had done was wrong, and he didn’t understand how or why.  Then, finally, Thor unlaced his breeches and freed himself.  He was soft, but it took only a few moments with his own hand to bring him hard.  Then, he cradled both hands behind his head, and Loki moved before he had a chance to think twice.  He straddled Thor’s hips, sinking onto him for the first time in months not with pain, but with release.  He moaned loudly, riding Thor and for a moment, not caring who he was.  He was a beast, and Loki rode him, taking what he needed so desperately from him.  Thor sat up after a few moments and pulled Loki’s gown over his head, baring his tits to the air, and taking one of them in his mouth.  Loki moaned loudly again, throwing his entire body into taking from Thor what he had so many times taken from Loki. 

Thor took him by the hips, as he moved his mouth to his other breast, and guided him harder and faster on his cock, burying himself deep inside Loki.  Loki hadn’t known pure pleasure from another man in far too long, and he basked in it, trying to make it last.  He wrapped his arms around Thor’s shoulders, pulling them together as he arched his body.  He rode Thor hard, crying out loudly as that wave of release crashed over him.  His entire body trembled and shuddered, not from pain or agony, but from satisfaction.  He stilled, but Thor still guided him anyway, and Loki let him, moving against Thor as he cried out and spilled inside him.

Loki rolled off of him, falling onto his back as he struggled to breathe.  Moments later, Thor was on top of him again, dragging his tongue over his belly.  Loki rolled into him, arching his back to press himself harder against Thor’s mouth.  Thor drew a long line with his tongue, over Loki’s belly and his tits as he entered Loki once more.  Loki moved to take him deeper, still craving more.  He let Thor fuck him, holding Thor’s body against his as he moved against him.  Each time Thor’s cock drove deep, Loki let out a needy little yelp, growing higher and higher in pitch each time until he finally cried out as once more, his climax rocked his entire body.  Still, Thor fucked him, riding him, holding him against the bed, and finally finishing inside him once more. 

He rolled off of Loki, leaving him alone on the bed while he struggled to catch his breath.  After a long moment, Loki regained his composure enough to sit up and lean against the board, though he still panted quietly.

“Later,” Thor said, settling in to go to sleep.

Loki nodded weakly.  The drug still worked within him, but it was not an all-consuming lust.  He managed to pick up his book again and even read more of it, despite the need that still smouldered within him.

But whatever Thor’s idea of later was, it wasn’t soon enough.  He fell asleep, leaving Loki on his own.  But his need wasn’t so great that it kept him awake either.  Soon, he too shifted to move beneath the blankets, and eventually drifted off to sleep while he read.

He woke some time later, not remembering ever falling asleep.  He lay draped over Thor’s chest, with Thor’s arm wrapped around his shoulders and his hand on Loki’s arm.  So many times in the past, Loki woke exactly like this, but it was a lifetime ago.  Back when they were still brothers; when Thor was someone he loved, unconditionally and without question.  Like this, in bed with a monster, Loki very suddenly feared for his life.

Thor noticed he was awake, and rolled him onto his back.  He intended to just give Thor what he wanted, but all it took was Thor’s cock pressed up against his cunt to reignite everything.  Thor took him, and Loki not only let him, but encouraged him, rolling into his body to take more.  When Thor kissed his mouth, Loki still could not bring himself to kiss back.  He let Thor take what he wanted, while Loki took pleasure where he could.  He rocked and writhed against Thor’s cock, drawing nearer and nearer to climax until it took him with a loud shout.  He collapsed onto his back, panting heavily even as Thor still rode him.  When Thor finished, he rolled off of Loki again, giving them both room to breathe.

Loki slowly sat up, and turned to look out to the dark sky through the window.  It was more late than early, and Loki wanted to sleep in his own bed.  He glanced back to Thor, and then found his gown on the floor and dressed.  When Thor didn’t protest, he took it as permission to leave, and quietly slipped out.

He didn’t want to use the drug much after that.  He didn’t like the man he was when he took pleasure from Thor’s body, if he was even a man at all.  Instead, he went back to letting Thor find him, and quietly giving in to Thor’s desires.  He only took the drug when his own lust became distracting, and he only allowed such displays to happen in Thor’s chambers.  His own hall had been defiled enough.  He didn’t need the disgust of riding Thor to exhaustion on top of everything else that had happened in his own bed.

As his belly grew larger, he found his lust more and more of a source of irritation.  He learned what the smallest dose he could take was, to get himself needy enough to want Thor, but not so needy he stayed all night in his bed.  He never hated himself more than he did on those nights, though if he didn’t give in to it eventually, he knew he’d go mad.

Worse, he hated what Thor had done to his body.  He hated the way it grew and swelled, no longer his own.  Mornings became miserable.  Afternoons became miserable.  Evenings became miserable.  Sleep slowly became impossible.  The air felt too hot and heavy, and often all it took was one wrong grape or nut on his plate to send him running to vomit.

There were times when it seemed to last all day.  Where nothing he could do would stop it, and where his own skin felt too hot and close to his body.  When Thor found him in such a state, wearing only an apron to protect what little modesty he had left, he wanted to scream. 

“Leave me alone,” he said, laying on his back in his bed and staring straight up at the ceiling.

He let his head drop to his pillow, trying to breathe through his mouth to soothe his stomach.  Predictably, Thor did not leave him alone.  He stepped closer, sat on the bed, and drew his hand over Loki’s exposed belly.

“I’ll vomit on you if you don’t take your hand off me,” Loki said.

If Loki were in any better of a mood, he might have been surprised when Thor pulled his hand away.  But he was sick, and his entire body ached, and the last thing he wanted to do was pretend he didn’t hate Thor with his entire soul.

“Shall I fetch a healer?” Thor asked.

“No.  You should leave,” Loki said.

Thor didn’t leave.  He took off his boots, and then climbed into bed beside Loki, not quite close enough to press their bodies together.  Loki tolerated it, only because throwing him out would take far more effort than he had the energy for.

“You did this to me, you bastard,” Loki said.

“You did this to yourself,” Thor said, and Loki hated him for it.

Thor touched his belly again, and whether it was the pressure from his hand, or the bile that rose every time Thor touched him, Loki wasn’t certain.  All he knew was that he needed to get up.

“Oh, hel,” he said, struggling to sit up.

Thor pulled his hand away and pushed Loki so he could sit up.  Leaving him there, Loki ran to the batch chamber, making it to a chamberpot just in time to vomit.  Everything hurt, and he didn’t care if Thor heard him cry.  He finally composed himself and cleaned himself up before heading back to bed on shaky legs.  Annoyingly, Thor was still there, though he moved to give Loki more space.  Collapsing back down onto the bed as delicately as he could, all Loki wanted to do was sleep.  He ignored Thor next to him, and focused only on breathing until finally the sour pit in his stomach subsided enough to let him drift off.

But even that sorry display wasn’t enough for Thor to back off.  He returned again the following evening, and finding Loki up and moving around, he dragged Loki back to bed.  If Loki was going to endure this, he decided to endure it on his knees, bent over with his weight rested on his elbows.  If anything else, it took the pressure off of his back for a bit, and it seemed even Thor understood that he had to be gentle.  He also understood that when Loki said no, he was finally going to be heard.  For whatever demented reason, Thor wanted this child, and Loki knew he would not do anything to endanger it.  Loki still played it safe, still giving in to Thor when he felt well enough, but those days quickly grew few and far between.

He knew he would soon be cast out of Asgard, and he needed a plan.  He didn’t know what situations would present themselves, so he needed a backup as well.  But if he was going to be wanted for murder, he might as well commit the crime.  Further, he had gone through too much torment to give the child away.  He could have driven a knife through his stomach at any point, but he couldn’t bear the thought.  The knife, if he used it, would go into Thor’s throat instead.  And if not the knife, then poison.  But one way or another, Thor would die for what he had done.

Hiding both was an easy task.  Loki had taken over one of the tables beside Thor’s bed, and Thor had let it happen.  He slipped both the knife and the potion into the drawer with everything else, ready for the moment he needed them.

After, he went out to the terrace to look at the sky, and to try to memorise as much of it as he could.  He would soon never see it again, and the thought stabbed through him with a grief that nearly made him choke.  It was like this that Thor found him, and when Thor tried to drag him back to bed Loki spun and spat in his face.

“Do not fucking touch me,” he said.

“What the hel is wrong with you?” Thor demanded, using his hand to wipe his face.

There was so much wrong with Loki, he could only scream in Thor’s face.  Suddenly, the door opened, and a guard stepped inside.  Thor looked at Loki, shook his head, and walked out of the room with the guard.

Loki screamed again as the door closed.  He didn’t know what Thor had been dragged away to, and he didn’t care.  He was going to sleep in his own bed that night.  Loki strode across the room and threw the door open, finding Thor still outside, holding Odin’s spear.

“What is this?” Loki asked, daring not to think.

Thor looked at the spear in his hand, and then over to Loki.  “Father’s dead,” he said.

Loki shook his head.  “No,” he said, terror rising in him at the realisation of what this truly meant.  “No.”

He turned and fled back into Thor’s chambers, letting the door swing shut behind him.  With Odin dead, Loki’s plan had died as well.  Thor was king.  Killing Thor when he was a prince was a tremendous risk, but all of Asgard knew what a monster he was.  Even Odin knew what a monster he was.  Loki was certain that Odin would have come to see Thor’s death as a mercy to the entire realm, had Loki been able to execute his plan.

But Thor was king.  His death would still be a mercy to the entire realm, but it would end Loki’s life as well.  He needed a new plan, and he needed one quickly.

He didn’t attend the coronation the following day, too sick and stricken.  He kept himself locked in Thor’s chambers, knowing he’d be left alone while Thor undertook his new duties.  But his desire to be left alone faded quickly as his sickness gave way to unbearable pain.  He fell to his knees, screaming as something inside him broke.  Moments later, two guards where standing over him, and before Loki even understood what was happening, they picked him up and put him into the bed.

The guards disappeared then, and were shortly after replaced by several midwives, busying about.  There were times when he thought the worst might be over, only for the worst to truly start up.  But despite the pain, the midwives kept telling him to wait.  They soothed his brow with cold water, and undressed him so his skin could be cooled by the air, and still the worst seemed yet to come.

“She’s such a slight thing,” he heard one of them say.  “And that brute of a husband of hers.  I don’t know how we’ll manage.”

The child didn’t come until the morning light began to touch the sky.  And as it came, Loki thought he would be torn in two.  He screamed until he had nothing left to scream, and then finally it was over.  As he recovered, panting and sweating, one of the midwives took the child to be cleaned up.  A few minutes later, she returned, coaxing Loki into sitting up enough to take the child in his arms. 

It was a girl, and Loki’s heart broke at the sight of it.  He sobbed quietly, as the midwife arranged the infant in his arms to take his breast.  Loki watched the child, letting his tears fall.  Even if Odin had lived, Loki would not have been able to leave this child behind.  And Odin had to have known that.

When the midwife came to take the child away again, Loki reached out, grasping her wrist in a tight grip.

“Don’t you ever let him near her,” he said, his voice ragged and broken.  “Never.  Do you hear me?”

Slowly, the midwife nodded, and Loki knew she understood, and what was left of his heart shattered.  He let her take the infant, feeling so broken and exhausted.

“Rest,” the midwife said.  “We’ll keep him away so he doesn’t bother you.”

Nodding, Loki fell back into the bed and curled up on his side, still crying silently.  He covered his mouth with his hands, knowing exactly what came next, had having no way to stop it.

They kept Thor away for nearly a week, before he finally found a moment to sneak in when Loki was unattended.  He sat on the bed, the infant at his breast, still so tired.  He looked up at Thor, but said nothing, praying that even he wouldn’t be so monstrous to force himself on Loki then.

“So, you’re still here,” Thor said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Loki looked back at their daughter.  “Where would I go?” he asked.

“Where, indeed?” asked Thor.  “You sure you don’t want to slay me in my sleep and disappear into the night?”

Loki huffed tiredly.  Of course he knew what Odin had told Loki.  Of course he knew Loki was supposed to be gone by now.

“Slay a king?” he asked, hating Odin even more than he hated Thor.  “I’d never make it past the gates.”

The two of them sat silently for a long while, as Loki watched the child at his breast.  At that moment, the child was the only important thing in the entire realm.

“I’m not a fool,” Thor said.

Loki looked up at him, wanting to ask when he’d figured everything out.  But it didn’t matter.  He knew Odin’s plan, and only a fool would have thought Loki would go along with it without exacting revenge.  Sighing, Loki looked back at the child.

“In the drawer,” he said.

Thor got up and moved to the table beside the bed, pulling the drawer open.  Loki had not had the chance to empty it.  Thor pulled out the dagger and the poison and looked at them for a long moment.  Even without looking up at Thor, Loki knew he would pay for this later.

“So which were you going to use?” Thor asked, taking both away.

Loki shrugged.  His plan had been terrible, but he blamed it on the pregnancy.  “Whichever option presented itself,” he said.

Thor laughed quietly, something bitter and horrible, and Loki hated it.

“But now I’m king,” he said.

“But now you’re king,” Loki said back, still not looking up at him.

“I’m told you need your rest,” Thor said, stepping toward the door.  “And once I’m told you’re rested, we’ll try again for an heir.”

Loki knew he could end this.  Right then, he could end it.  He could hand the child off to a wet nurse, resume his natural form, and disappear to become the criminal Odin intended.  But he couldn’t leave the child, and if he retook his form and took her with him, he would have to find a wet nurse anyway, and risk detection.  If he left as he was, he’d only remain vulnerable and in danger.

Loki nodded once, shallow but sharply, choosing this torment because he could not bear the alternative.

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what brother have I?: Thor

Thor left Loki alone, while he attended to duties, and wasn’t surprised to find that he’d disappeared upon his return.  Thor found his chambers empty, cleaned up by the servants, but there was little mystery where Loki had gone to.  Leaving his chambers, Thor turned to hunt his prey.  Loki was no doubt hiding while he tried to find a way to undo Thor’s hard work, and he knew exactly where he’d find Loki hiding.

The doors to Loki’s hall were locked, which only told Thor he was right.  He pounded his fist against them, letting the sound echo down the corridor.

“I know you’re in there!” Thor shouted.

He pounded on the door again, waiting only a few moments to listen for movement on the other side.

“I’ll break it down if I must!” he shouted.

He pounded on the door again, and after his fist struck the door the third time, it finally opened.  On the other side, his face red and swollen around his eyes, Loki glared at him.  But he still wore the form of a woman, and that was all that mattered.  Without another word, Thor shoved his way in, stopping once they were both inside to look at Loki.  He wore breeches and a tunic, rather than the gowns he normally wore when he paraded his cunt around.  He was hiding now, and Thor knew why.

Thor shook his head, trying to decide what he ought to do.

“Look at you,” he said.

Loki said nothing.  He no longer wept, but it seemed like he could be broken all over again at any moment.

“What does Mother have to say?” Thor asked.

Loki shook his head.  “Don’t,” he said.

Thor took a step closer to him, while Loki took a step back.

“What?  Are you going to hide in here forever?” Thor asked.  He drew his gaze over Loki’s body, wondering when it would start to change and swell.  “You’ve not even been to a healer.”

“What would I say?” Loki asked, his voice cracking at the strain of keeping himself composed.

“What, indeed?” asked Thor.  He took another step toward Loki, and Loki took another step back.  “A prince who spends his evenings on his back, getting fucked like a whore.  And now he’s pregnant like one.”

“Shut up,” Loki said, his voice wavering.  “This never would have happened if not for you.”

Thor strode forward once more, and when Loki stepped back, he pressed against the wall behind him.

“No,” Thor said.  “This happened because of you.  These perversions of yours.”

“Mine?” Loki asked.  “Mine?  You—You’re the one—”

He inhaled sharply and shook his head.  This time when Thor stepped close, Loki had nowhere to go.  With their bodies pressed together, Thor could feel Loki trembling against him.  Thor looked down at him, watching him barely able to control his own fear.

“I’m the one whose child you carry,” Thor said.  “I’m the one who was minding my own business when you disguised yourself as a whore and came to me.”

Loki clenched his jaw tightly, and Thor watched him fight against his own tears.  He shook his head, but said nothing in protest.

“Get on the bed,” Thor said, stepping back just enough to give Loki room to move.

For a moment, Thor thought Loki might resist him.  But then he inhaled sharply and stepped aside.  Thor watched as his breath hitched, but still he made the short journey over to the bed and sat down on the edge.  Thor followed him, but didn’t move to press him onto his back.  Instead, he crowded in front of Loki and unlaced his breeches.

“You were so eager for it the other night,” he said, freeing his cock.

Loki made a pathetic little sound.  When he didn’t move, Thor grabbed him by the hair and tilted his head up sharply, to make sure Loki heard his warning.

“If I feel teeth, you will regret it,” he said.

Loki nodded, and Thor let go of him.  After another deep breath, Loki leaned forward and took Thor’s cock in his mouth.  He was slow at first, but he clearly knew what he was doing.  Again, the thought of it filled Thor with jealousy.  Loki used his lips and his tongue, drawing moans of pleasure from Thor.  He teased the foreskin and sucked on the head, and Thor had to brace himself against Loki’s shoulders to stay on his feet.  As he grew close, Thor grabbed Loki by the hair once more, holding him so he could not pull away.  Loki brought him off quickly, and as he spilled with a loud shout, he held his cock in Loki’s mouth, fucking his throat even as Loki gagged around him.  Fully spent, he finally pulled away still panting, letting go of Loki and letting him cough and gag.  Once he had his breath back, Loki looked back up at Thor, his face stained with tears once again, though he at least kept himself composed.

“If I find out you’ve seen a healer,” Thor said as he put himself back into his breeches, “I’ll make sure all of Asgard knows whose seed you carry.”

Loki’s composure was fragile, and this time when he choked, it wasn’t from anything stuck in his throat.

“Why?” he asked.

Thor stepped forward, grabbing him by the jaw.  “Because you belong to me now,” he said.  “And after I’ve made sure all of Asgard knows, I’ll make sure you take my seed again.”

He let go of Loki, watching as another tear rolled down his cheek.  With his warning in place, Thor turned and left Loki there.  He returned to his hall and immediately stripped for bed, exhausted from having to deal with Loki’s needs two nights in a row.  He fell asleep almost at once, and woke late the next morning.  Loki wasn’t at breakfast, nor attending any of his duties throughout the day.  Questions were asked, and Thor feigned ignorance, though he knew exactly where to find Loki.

That evening, as he visited Loki in his hall again, he was pleased to find the doors unlocked.  Loki still hadn’t changed his clothes, and sat on the sofa, holding his knees against his chest while he stared at the shelf before him.  Thor walked to stand behind the sofa and dropped his hands to Loki’s shoulders.  Loki flinched hard beneath his touch, but he did not move otherwise.  He still wore the form of a woman, but Thor didn’t trust that Loki hadn’t done something in his absence.

“I can take you here, or I can take you on the bed,” Thor said.

Loki drew in a deep breath and got to his feet.  Thor stood where he was, watching as Loki walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge once more.  This time, when Thor followed him, he dragged Loki up so that he was laid out flat on his back.  Loki didn’t fight back, but he didn’t help either.  He simply lay limp and nearly lifeless, even as Thor unlaced his breeches.  He wrestled them off and tossed them aside, and then settled between Loki’s knees to gaze down at his cunt.  It wasn’t open and inviting him, but Thor knew that would change.  Soon, Loki would be begging him for more.

“Nobody will ever have you again,” Thor said, drawing his fingers over Loki’s entrance.

Loki inhaled sharply as he stared up at the ceiling.  Thor pressed his fingers inside, but still Loki did not respond.  He lay, stony and still, even as Thor teased him.  He played with Loki’s clit, and fucked him deep with his fingers, hoping to draw any reaction from Loki.  But Loki was stubborn, and Thor was impatient.  He unlaced his own breeches, pulling them down only far enough to free his cock, and climbed on top of Loki.  As Loki lay unresponsive beneath him, it was clear he was fighting back in his own infuriating way.  Thor had to force his way into his cunt, shoving past the resistance.  Finally, Loki reacted by inhaling sharply, making a sound like he was fighting back tears.  But he was tight and hot in a way he hadn’t been for so long, and Thor immediately lost himself in it.  He caged Loki with his arms and rolled into Loki’s body, revelling in the way his cunt squeezed his cock.  As much as Thor enjoyed seeing Loki undone with lust, his cunt was even better like this.  He picked up his speed, trying to find his way even deeper, and Loki bucked hard beneath him.  Even with his eyes screwed shut, tears still fell from them, staining Loki’s checks.  He bit his lip, his entire body trembling, and he was beautiful.  Thor nipped and kissed his neck, and then his jaw as he continued to ride into him, keening loudly as he took pleasure from Loki’s body.  He tried to kiss Loki’s lips, but Loki kept his jaw clenched tight, and his chest heaved once more as fresh tears fell down his cheeks.

“You’re mine,” Thor said, rolling his body into Loki’s.  “I’ll have you every night.”

Again, Loki’s chest heaved, and now he did not stop.  He choked back quiet sobs even as Thor finished inside him.  Thor rolled off him, falling onto his back while he panted to catch his breath.  Then, he pulled Loki close, holding his trembling body against his chest until Loki finally stilled.  Only then did Thor move to put himself together, getting up and leaving Loki where he was. 

Again, he left for his own bed, going immediately to sleep.  Again, the next morning he rose to find Loki conspicuously absent, and again he feigned ignorance.

When he visited Loki again that evening, he found once more the doors to his hall unlocked, and Loki on the sofa wearing the form of a woman.  Thor approached him from behind, dropping his hands onto Loki’s shoulders, and caressing his neck.  Loki sat stiff beneath his touch, unmoving and unresponsive.

“Here, then?” Thor asked, when it was clear Loki wasn’t going to get up.

Loki shook his head.  “Please, no,” he said.

Thor quickly strode around the sofa, taking him by the wrists and pulling him to his feet.  Loki fought back, trying to wrench himself free.  With his feet planted firmly to the ground, Thor decided it would be too much work to try to haul him to the bed.

“I don’t recall asking,” Thor said.

He wrestled both of Loki’s wrists into one of his hands, and used the other to unlace Loki’s breeches.  Once he got them open enough, he pulled them down, exposing his cunt to the air.  Loki fought back, kicking and thrashing, even as Thor shoved him back down to the sofa.

“No!” Loki shouted.

Thor muscled him over to the side, bending him over so his ass was in the air, and his head nearly touching the ground.  From there, he was able to pull Loki’s breeches away completely, and tossed them aside.  Loki trashed and bucked against his weight, but the angle made him unable to do much more than that, allowing Thor to free his cock.

“You never learn,” Thor said.

With one hand on Loki’s back, and the other on his hip, Thor drove his cock into Loki’s cunt.  Loki screamed beneath him, kicking his legs.  He was so tight, so hot, so perfect, that Thor couldn’t help the startled cry that escaped him.  Holding all his weight on Loki’s back, he began fucking him, and immediately Loki’s screams turned to wild sobs as he stopped fighting.

It was as though Loki had made this form just for Thor.  His cock was such a perfect fit in that tight little cunt, and it took all of him, clear to the hilt.  Every time Loki hitched and heaved beneath him, his cunt seemed to grip down on Thor’s cock, drawing moans from deep within him.  He could feel Loki trembling beneath him, his entire body quaking in time with Thor’s trusts.  He took Loki like a beast, hard and fast, holding him down even as Loki cried for mercy.  But Loki knew the only mercy he would get was if he did as Thor said.  As long as he fought back, Thor would fight just as hard to get what he was owed.  And he was owed this.  Loki would never share his cunt with anyone.  It belonged to Thor, and Thor alone.

He finished with a loud yell, and held Loki on his cock.  In his grip, Loki’s entire body heaved as he sobbed and wailed, but Thor still held him in place, keeping his cock buried until it began to go soft.

“Next time, you’ll do as I say, when I say it,” Thor said.

Loki didn’t respond, so Thor drove his cock into him again.  Even though it was soft, Loki still gasped loudly.  He nodded then, still trembling and sobbing, and Thor let him go.  He collapsed quickly, barely stopping himself from crashing on the floor.  With his ass and cunt in the air, his entire body trembling, Thor almost wanted to take him again.  But he didn’t want to linger any longer than he had to, so he put himself together and left once more.

Questions built, and rumours spread, and Thor knew he could not feign ignorance much longer.  Something had to be done, but not before he visited Loki once more.  After he was done with his daily duties, Thor again made his way to Loki’s hall.  Again, it was unlocked.  Again, he wore the form Thor loved so much.  This time, he was already on the bed, wearing a light shift.  Finally, he was learning.

Thor wanted to savour this, but later.  After what needed to be done.  He was already hard as he walked across the floor, and had his breeches halfway unlaced as he crawled into the bed with Loki.  Loki rolled onto his back, his face schooled into a neutral frown.  Thor lifted his shift, moaning quietly at the sight of his cunt, bruised and swollen from the night before.  He freed himself from his breeches, and crawled on top of Loki, pausing before he mounted him fully.

“You had better make an appearance,” he said, watching Loki’s face for any reaction.  “Rumours are spreading, and soon someone will come looking for you.”

Loki’s chest hitched as he gasped inwardly.

“It seems all of Asgard will know regardless,” Thor said.

Loki covered his mouth against a sad whimper as Thor forced himself into Loki’s cunt.  Again, he was so tight.  So perfect.  Loki cried out behind his hand as Thor began fucking him, rutting against him and taking his body.  Tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks, and Thor thought he would never get enough of that sight.  Loki trembled and heaved beneath him, and Thor imagined that Loki was fucking him back, throwing himself against Thor’s cock as he buried it deep.  He held his weight against Loki, pinning him with his own body, and losing himself in the way Loki moved beneath him.  Even as Loki wept, Thor trailed kisses along his neck and over his shoulders, licking the salt from his skin.  Loki was his, and would always be his.  He would be sure of it.

“Your cunt’s so perfect,” he said, painting heavily against Loki’s skin.  “I know you made it for me.”

Loki sobbed out again, and tried meekly to push Thor off of him.  But Thor kept him pinned down, holding him even as he tried to fight back.  He wanted to savour this; to take his time, but he couldn’t risk someone finding them just yet.  He picked up his pace, riding fast and hard, unable to stop his own little yelps and moans as he grew closer and closer.  He spilled with a final shout as his entire body went stiff and rigid against Loki.  Only once he had planted every last drop was he able to move again, and he moved quickly, getting up and lacing his breeches back up.  On the bed, Loki cried and trembled, even as he rolled over to put his back to Thor.  Thor hated to leave him, but he had no choice.  He couldn’t be found in Loki’s hall.  Not yet.

Even as he closed the door behind him, he could still hear Loki crying on the other side.

Thor knew Loki would go to their mother first.  He was far too much of a coward to go to their father.  Thor struggled to find a reason to guard her, so she was not alone when Loki finally dared to sneak from his hall, but a better opportunity presented itself at breakfast.  Frigga needed only a little nudge to convince her to visit her sisters in Vanaheimr, and then she was gone before the hall was even cleared.  Her absence left only Odin, who was much easier to hang around like a shadow, without arising suspicion.  Still, Loki must have known that Frigga had been sent away, and again he wore at Thor’s patience.  He finally dared to show his face after banquet, while Thor and Odin discussed some boring treaty Thor could not have possibly cared less about.  Loki crept into the throne room, clearly thinking he was being sly, but Thor was one step ahead of him.

“What the hel are you doing here?” he asked.

Odin looked up, just in time to see Loki stumble in his step, gaping as he struggled for words.  He still wore that form, and if Thor had not been convinced before that all had gone to plan, he was now.  Loki came without armour, wearing only a tunic and breeches that did not fit him right in this form, and now he stood on the stone floor before the throne nearly gasping for breath.

“Father,” Loki said finally.

Thor looked to Odin, watching the old man’s face twist up in outrage as he realised what he saw before him.  Thor looked back at Loki, feigning a rage that was all to easy.

“Loki?” he said, sharp enough that Loki took a step back.  “What twisted joke is this?”

“I—”  Loki stepped back like he wanted to flee, but he didn’t move very far.

When it became clear Loki would not offer any information, Thor strode forward toward, him, pointing a finger in his face.

“He came to me,” he said, even as Loki took several long steps backwards.  “He came like this, to my bed.  I’m a fool for not seeing it.”

He turned back to Odin, seeing his own rage mirrored in earnest on his father’s face.

“Is this true?” he asked, speaking loud and sharp so his words echoed off the walls.

Loki looked between the two of them, first to Thor, then to Odin, and finally nodded.  He was once more holding back tears, and Thor knew he wouldn’t have much more to say.

“Oh, don’t you say it,” Thor said.  He looked down at Loki’s body, and took a long step back.  “Even for you, this is low.  You came to me, and now you’re with child?  Is that what this is?”

Loki shook his head, silently pleading with words he wouldn’t speak.  But he didn’t need to.  He had no defense, because nothing Thor had said was a lie.

“And what excuse have you?” Odin asked, now turning his rage to Thor.

Thor huffed.  “I’d never thought I’d need to ask every whore I bed if she were my brother, in disguise,” he said.

Odin was beyond furious, and that was good.  Odin never did make wise choices when he was angry.  He over reacted to the point of cruelty with his punishments, but still Thor wondered if he should prod him even further, just to be certain.

“It’s Thor’s child you carry?” Odin asked, glaring down at Loki.  “You’re certain of it?”

Loki again looked to Thor, disgust and and shame mixed amongst his terror, and nodded again.

“Well, then the matter is simple,” Odin said, having already made up his mind.  “You’ll wed.”

“What?” Thor shouted, drowning out Loki’s, “No!”

“You can’t!” Thor said, stepping closer to Odin.  He pointed back toward Loki, ignoring the way Loki was now on the verge of collapsing.  “You make me no better than him!”

“You will wed,” Odin said.  “And quickly.  And the child will be your heir.”

“No!” Loki shouted again, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe.  “I won’t!”

“You will!” Odin shouted right back.  He took a deep breath, pausing to regain a bit of control.  “You will, or you will both be cast out of Asgard.”

Loki fell to his knees, clasping both hands over his mouth as he shook his head.  Thor ignored him, looking at Odin instead.

“You would truly punish me for his perversion?” Thor asked.

Odin would not be swayed.  He threw all of his anger at Thor, glaring at him so hard Thor had to fight the urge to step back.

“As you said, you were a fool not to see it,” he said.  He shook his head and waved his hand high into the air.  “Now get out of my sight.  Both of you.”

Thor glared at Odin for a long moment before he turned and strode out of the room.  He thought he might wait for Loki, but now he had a role to play.  He had to be patient.  He had been patient before, and his patience had been rewarded then.  As it would be rewarded again.  In public, he played his role, bitter and angry about what he was being forced into.  Odin had been gracious enough to move quickly with preparations, but rumours still began to spread.  Rumours of all sorts, some wildly inaccurate, and some dangerously close to the truth.  Thor gave breath to none of them, and simmered loudly at being forced to marry at all.  Through the rumours, Odin spun a story of his own, that the woman he was to marry was a jarl’s daughter, offered in exchange for favour and land.  At the same time, the question of where Loki had gone remained a mystery, but few questioned it with a wedding so close on the horizon.

It took three days to prepare the wedding, and for those three days, Thor kept away from Loki.  They saw nothing of one another during those three days, until finally he was brought out in an elegant gown, his eyes painted to hide the obvious fact that he had spent his moments alone crying.  Thor had almost regretted that Loki could not keep himself concealed for longer.  The only way seeing Loki like that could have been any better would have been for his belly to have been round and swollen beneath the gown.  But this was better, because it meant Thor did not have to go sneaking around for months before he could finally, fully claim Loki as his own.

Thor expected Loki to resist at the altar, but his fear of Odin was clearly greater than his fear of anything Thor would do to him.  It took only a single warning glance from Odin, and Loki performed his role without conflict.  Vows were spoken, loyalty declared, and finally Loki belonged to Thor in every way possible.  The feast afterwards was agony, but Thor sat through it.  His sour mood did not have to be faked, so consumed with lust was he that everything worked at his nerves.  Loki sat beside him, quiet with a downward gaze all evening, until finally Thor could take no more of it.  He rose, pulling Loki with him, and the hall erupted into cheers and laughter.  Cheering, Thor knew, for him.  For what he was about to do to his bride.

He pulled Loki along, forcing him to follow through the palace to his chambers.  To his bed.  A small cadre of cheering onlookers followed behind them, but Thor closed the door on them as they reached his chambers, leaving them alone.

“Finally,” Thor said.  “No more games.”

Loki shook his head.  “Please,” he said.  “No.”

Thor backed him against the bed, trapping him there.  Loki didn’t resist as Thor unclasped his gown, letting it fall to the floor around his ankles.  He reached up to feel the weight of one of Loki’s tits, and then dragged his hand down Loki’s side, over his hips, and around his ass.  Loki hissed silently, neither fighting back nor inviting more.  But he didn’t need to.  Thor had never needed permission before, and he sure wasn’t about to start now.

He undressed quickly, tossing his boots and clothes carelessly to the floor.  Loki looked down at his cock and inhaled sharply, before looking away again. 

“You so recently begged to ride it, and now you’re playing coy?” Thor asked.

He pushed Loki onto his back, climbing over him.  Loki went with him, shifting so there was room for both of them.  He remained silent even as Thor mounted him, plunging deep into his body, still so tight despite everything.  This time, finally, he didn’t have to rush.  He could savour this; savour Loki’s body as it was meant to be.  Knowing that this was his, that he had earned it, was his true prize.  He kissed Loki’s skin, drawing teeth and tongue and lips over every inch he could reach with their bodies locked together.  He kissed Loki’s lips, and even though Loki resisted him, Thor still pressed his way inside, tasting Loki’s tongue with his own.  He raked his fingers over Loki’s skin, taking in Loki’s body with as many senses as he could.

Loki moving suddenly beneath him was all the warning he got before a sharp pain pierced his side.  Thor sat up quickly, finding a knife buried deep in his flesh, and he saw red.  Still on his back beneath him, Loki tensed, ready to fight back, and in that moment it was clear that Loki was determined to make things difficult for both of them.  Thor struck him hard across the face, knocking him back against the bed.  While Loki groaned and whined beneath him, Thor pulled the knife free, furious at the sight of his blood upon the blade.  He tossed the knife aside to the floor and struck Loki once more.  Before Loki could regain his senses, Thor was on top of him again, no longer interested in savouring this moment.  His fury with Loki’s brazen disobedience only fuelled his lust.  Loki fought back beneath him as Thor took what was his, driving his cock into him as hard and as deep as it would go.  He ignored Loki’s nails digging into his skin, and his feet kicking and thrashing, focused only on the task at hand.

“Why won’t you learn?” Thor grunted through his teeth.

“I hate you!” Loki said, scratching at his face.

Thor paused only long enough to strike him once more, and then grab his wrists to hold them down.  It only made Loki thrash harder beneath him, but Thor held him down, keeping him pinned beneath him.  As Loki screamed and fought, Thor only drove into him harder and deeper, until he finally finished with an angry growl.  He held Loki down, still panting even as Loki tried to free himself.

“Get off of me,” Loki said through his teeth.

Thor thrust himself against Loki once more, making the entire bed creak and Loki howl.  Loki breathed raggedly through his teeth, glaring at Thor, and for a moment Thor dared to imagine Loki might behave himself.  But it was a fleeting moment, proven wrong when Loki spat in his face.  Thor leaned back and struck him across the face again.  As much as he wanted to take Loki once more, to show him he would not be so easily bullied, Thor got up to tend to his wound.  He got to his feet and picked up the blade from the floor, sneering at it.

“Next time, I won’t be so forgiving,” Thor said.

He left Loki and went to clean himself up in his bath chamber.  Whether Loki fled or not, Thor didn’t care.  He had few places to run, and even fewer to hide.  Thor thought for a moment to call a healer, but word would get out quickly, and the wound would heal on its own.  It had already stopped bleeding, so Thor cleaned it and returned to dress so it would at least be hidden from view.  Seeing that Loki had not bothered to flee, Thor dressed only in a tunic, leaving himself bare below the waist so he would not have to fuss with breeches later if his desire rose once more.  He left Loki on the bed and laid out on the sofa instead, wanting more to give himself a moment to recover from Loki’s attack than anything.

“Go ahead.  Leave,” Thor said.  “We both know you want to.  After all, isn’t that what whores do?”

Loki inhaled deeply, glaring at the wall and saying nothing.  But he didn’t get up.  He stayed right where he was, sitting on the bed with his knees covering his bare chest, and Thor left him there.  He napped briefly, and when he woke, Loki was still sitting on the bed.  In the darkness, Thor could not tell if Loki had wept, but he imagined Loki had.  He did it so frequently, it would be more of a surprise if he hadn’t.  Aching once more for Loki’s body, Thor rose and moved to the bed, drawing Loki abruptly from his seething meditation.

“No,” Loki said, moving backwards on the bed.

Thor grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him back down, making room for them both.

“Damnit, no!” Loki shouted, already swinging his fists.

Thor grabbed him by the wrists and put an end to Loki’s nonsense before it had a chance to go too far again.  He was already hard as he forced himself between Loki’s knees, easily overpowering his efforts to keep Thor away.  Thor watched Loki’s face as he forced his cock into Loki’s cunt, in a single, hard thrust.  Seeing the rage wash away from Loki so quickly, overtaken instead by pain and grief, was a beautiful sight.  As much as he wanted Loki to admit his own desires, this was good too.  Loki shrieked and howled beneath him, but Thor was determined to savour this and enjoy himself for once.  He moved slowly against Loki’s body, pressing his entire weight against him so he could feel every tremble and quake.  Every time Loki moved beneath him, driving himself further into Thor’s body and onto his cock, it rocked through Thor’s entire body.  He tried to lick and bite Loki’s skin, but Loki thrashed too much to give him access.

“There’s no point in fighting,” Thor said, forcing his mouth closer to Loki’s neck.  “You’ve nothing to gain.”

“You’ll fucking die for this,” Loki said, his voice heavy with tears.

Thor bit hard on his neck, drawing a loud scream from him.

“You keep saying that,” Thor said.  “But we both know it’s not true.”

Thor kept a slow pace, keeping Loki pinned on his back.  He saved his energy, content to spend all night buried in Loki’s cunt.  He could feel Loki tiring beneath him, and slowed his pace accordingly.  When Loki quit fighting entirely, Thor forced his way into his mouth.  He shifted to free one of his hands, using the other to hold both of Loki’s so he could explore his skin, squeezing flesh and raking his nails across it.  As he felt himself begin to soften, Thor picked up his pace again until he was once more hard and eager, only to slow once more.  Loki no longer screamed and cried, though his body did tremble beneath him.  He was silent and unmoving, giving Thor everything that was his.

He fucked Loki like this for as long as he had the energy for it, drawing himself out until he began to drive himself mad.  Finally, exhausted from it all, he let himself go, driving himself hard into Loki’s body.  Moments later, he was spent, crying out loudly as his entire body tensed from the release.  He rolled off of Loki, panting and heaving from all of it, but Loki didn’t move.  Letting him do as he pleased, Thor got himself settled beneath the blankets and fell asleep quickly.

When he woke in the morning, the sun already high in the sky, Loki was still in his bed.  He too had crawled beneath the blankets and slept, curled over onto his side.  Thor dragged his hand over Loki’s flesh, down his side and over his ass, finally finding his cunt still slick from the night before.  Thor teased it, watching to see if he drew any response.  He plunged his fingers into it, but Loki slept on.  Thor moved close to him, pressing their bodies together and shifting to once more take him.  He could not get as deep from this angle, but just being inside Loki without having to fight was pleasure enough.  He took him slowly, enjoying the sensation of Loki, tight yet slick, around his cock.  He wrapped his arm around Loki’s body, caging him against the bed, and kissed greedily at his neck.  As Loki tensed in his arms, Thor tightened his grip, holding the two of them together tightly.  But Loki didn’t fight back this time.  He lay still and silent as Thor once again took his time with him.  Even when he tried, he could not coax himself to completion, so he held onto Loki and languidly fucked him until irritation overcame his lust.  Only then did he get up, leaving Loki as he readied himself for his day.  Loki still lay in bed as Thor left to attend to his duties, but he was gone again once Thor returned later in the day.  Thor didn’t chase Loki immediately, and took advantage of his chambers being empty to rest.

He was unsurprised to later find Loki in his hall, and further unsurprised to have to fight him into bed.  After he took Loki, once more kicking and screaming, he stayed there, no longer having a reason to flee.

Some nights, Loki made himself easy to find, in his own hall or in Thor’s chambers.  Other nights, he made Thor search.  Those were the nights Loki put up the most fight, forcing Thor to waste energy on fighting back and holding him down.  Usually, he found Loki hiding in some hidden chamber somewhere.  When he did, he didn’t bother trying to wrestle Loki back to his bed.  Instead, he wrestled Loki to the floor, and took him kicking and screaming right there.

Loki’s first true mistake was trying to hide in the library.  It had worn well into the night when Thor finally found him, alone in the library with few lights around him.  It was the glow of his own candle that eventually gave him away.  Thor strode toward him, foolishly thinking Loki would give up once he had been found.

“Get away,” Loki said, his voice heavy with venom.

Thor grabbed him, trying to pull him to his feet.  Loki fought back, pulling away hard and making it immediately clear that Thor would not be able to drag him back to his bed without considerable effort.

“Here, then,” Thor said, spinning to push Loki against the table he sat at.

“No!” Loki shouted.

He fought, even as Thor wrestled him onto his back.  Loki’s books and candle fell to the ground, the candle extinguishing itself on the stone floor and plunging them into near total darkness.

“No!” Loki screamed, his voice a harsh shriek.

Thor climbed onto the table, prying Loki’s knees apart and forcing himself into that space.  He quickly unlaced his breeches, freeing himself, before trying to pull Loki’s gown up enough to expose him.  Loki fought back, thrashing and holding his gown down as he growled and screamed.

“Stop it!” Loki shouted.  “Stop!  No!”

“You chose this,” Thor said.

He overpowered Loki, pulling his gown out of the way and driving his cock into his entrance.  Loki screamed wordlessly, shrieking in the darkness as Thor took him right there.  He still fought back, trying to throw Thor off of him, but Thor held him down, driving their bodies together.  Over Loki’s shrieks and howls, footsteps arose, nearing quickly.

“Who’s there?” someone called out.

Loki started to shout something, but Thor struck him across the face to silence him.

“Get out!” Thor shouted over Loki’s whimpers.

After a tense silence, the footsteps retreated quickly, and Loki howled again.  Once more alone, Thor finished what he started, holding Loki down even as he raged beneath him.  He finished quickly after, his own rage driving his lust, and spilled with a loud shout.  Leaving Loki screaming and sobbing on the table, Thor crawled back down onto the floor and laced himself back up.  As he walked through the library, Loki’s sobs echoed through the aisles and off the walls, filling the entire room with his racket.

  After that, Thor grew sick of having to hunt Loki down each night, and returned to his drug, slipping enough into a cup of wine to make Loki slow, but not fall asleep.  He knew Loki wouldn’t fight back or argue with so many people around them, and when Thor found him at banquet and pushed the cup into his hand, Loki met him with a resigned sigh.

“Which is it?” he asked.

“You’ll have to drink and find out,” Thor said.

Loki frowned and tossed his head back, drinking the entire cup.  Then he slammed the cup down onto the table and rose to his feet, wasting no time in leaving.  Thor followed him, almost surprised when Loki chose Thor’s bed to lie in.  He didn’t undress before sitting on the bed, glaring at the floor before him.  Thor knew the drug would take some time, but he was impatient.  He was on Loki at once, even as Loki tried to fight him off.

“Get off me, you brute,” Loki said.

Thor was practised at prying Loki’s legs open and making room for himself.  He was practised at holding Loki down with one hand, while the other unlaced his breeches.  He was practised at avoiding fists and nails as he drove himself deep.  And soon, he felt the fight begin to melt away from Loki.  He still pushed against Thor and whined pathetically, but there was no weight behind his hands.  No venom in his voice.  Loki was present just enough to move beneath Thor, but not so much that he had to divert his attention.  Thor could focus on Loki’s body, the feel of his skin beneath his gown, the taste of his sweat, the heat of his cunt.  All so perfect.  All made just for Thor.

“Isn’t this nice?” Thor said, panting against Loki’s neck.  “Isn’t this what you want?”

Loki whined, his breath short and shallow.  Without his pride to take over, he was able to give in completely to his own desire.  Thor shifted, holding himself above Loki so he could see his face; watch him screw his eyes shut as Thor brought him to climax without drug.  Even as he fought against it, his whimpers and whines became higher and more desperate with each one, until finally he gasped loudly.

Thor chuckled quietly, so pleased to see Loki finally giving in.

“See?” he said.  “We don’t have to play these games.”

Loki shook his head.  “Never,” he said.

Thor drove himself into Loki, hard and sharp, making him cry out.

“Or have I misunderstood?” Thor asked, pulling himself nearly out completely.

He drove himself in again, watching Loki’s face twist into a sour grimace.

“Is this how you prefer it?”

He drove himself deep again, and Loki cried out again. 

“No!” he said.

Thor braced himself against the bed and kept up the pace, pulling nearly out, and driving himself back in with force.  He watched Loki’s face, his eyes shut tightly and his teeth bared, as he gasped and cried out each time.  Even as he tried to push Thor off again, Thor continued until he could no longer maintain the rhythm and spilled deep inside Loki.

He rolled off of Loki, and pulled him close, holding their bodies together.  Loki clenched his jaw tightly, fighting against his own tears even as they once more fell from his eyes.  Thor watched him, dragging his hand down to Loki’s belly, and holding it there.  Soon, his belly would swell, and Thor would be able to feel it, revel in it.  Soon, Loki would be unable to hide the depths of his perversion, and then he would truly have no more reason to resist.

Thor fell asleep like that, holding Loki, his breeches unlaced and his cock exposed.  When he woke later, he was alone, but unsurprised.

For a time after that, he dealt with Loki the same way, presenting him with a cup of wine each night, and giving him the choice to drink it or not.  Every time, Loki accepted.  And every morning, Thor woke alone.  Loki never shared his bed for a full night, but Thor didn’t care.  It was Loki’s body he craved, and it was Loki’s body he took.  Sometimes, Thor gave him less of the drug, so he would move with more life beneath him.  Other times, Thor gave him enough to put him to sleep, not wanting to deal with the hassle.  But he took Loki, every night, one way or another.  Just as he had planned.  Just as he had promised.

But he grew bored with Loki lying beneath him.  He wanted more excitement, and Loki would not give it to him in the way he wanted.  When he found Loki in the dining hall, Thor did not present him with a cup of wine immediately.  Instead, he brought with him two empty cups, and as he fetched Loki, he took a pitcher of wine from the table.

“Make things difficult if you must,” Thor said.

Loki looked up at him and sighed.  He got to his feet without fuss, and walked with Thor through the palace, to Thor’s chambers.  Rather than leading him to the bed, Thor led him to the table.

“Sit,” he said.

While Loki sat, Thor put the pitcher down and retreated to the far corner.  With his back to Loki, he opened a crate and pulled forth a vial of thick, red liquid, and poured a generous amount into one of the cups.  With the vial replaced, he turned, unsurprised to see Loki watching him.  Thor returned to the table with both cups, and filled them with wine before placing them both before Loki.

“Take your pick,” he said.

Loki looked up at him stricken, and shook his head.

“Please no,” he said.  “Not this.”

“Take your pick, or I will,” Thor said.

Loki bit his lip and dragged his gaze to the cups before him.  With a trembling hand, he reached out for one and gingerly drank from it.  Before he could stop, Thor reached forward to tilt the cup up further, forcing Loki to empty it.  With Loki’s cup empty, Thor picked up the other and drank from it as he sat down across the table.  He emptied his cup quickly and dropped it to the table, watching Loki squirm uncomfortably.  They stared at one another for a long moment, Loki wearing his fear plainly on his face.  It was a fear that began to rise as minutes ticked on.  Fear that rose as Thor’s lust rose.

“No,” Loki said, shaking his head again.  “Please.  I’m begging you.”

Thor could sit still no longer.  His cock was straining in his breeches so hard it nearly hurt.  He got to his feet and took one long stride to Loki, getting to him before Loki could get to his feet.  Thor grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the bed, throwing him down on it.  Loki didn’t try to flee.  He only looked up at Thor, already panting as Thor freed himself from his breeches.

“Get over here,” Thor said.

Loki didn’t, so Thor reached over the bed and grabbed him by his hair, wrenching him around so his face was pressed against his cock.

“Take it,” Thor said.

Nodding, Loki shifted and took Thor’s cock in his mouth.  It wasn’t a thing Thor trusted him to do often, knowing that a Loki who was brazen enough to fight back would be a Loki who was brazen enough to do something foolish.  But now, Thor had him rightfully afraid of the consequences of his disobedience, and he fucked Loki’s mouth with intense need.  He held onto Loki’s face with one hand, keeping the other on Loki’s shoulder, as he pushed himself as far as Loki would take him.  Loki’s breath on his cock was hot and heavy, and Thor needed more.

The drug made him finish quickly, spilling into the back of Loki’s throat.  He let Loki go, watching as he twisted and turned away, coughing and gagging at the suddenness of it.  Even as Loki struggled to catch his breath, Thor joined him on the bed.  Holding Loki down at the hips, Thor pulled his skirts up to reveal his cunt, and he had to taste it.  As soon as his tongue touched his entrance, Loki cried out through his teeth, holding himself stiff and rigid.  Thor entered him with his tongue and sucked on his clit, getting lost in his taste.  He had let Loki have all the fun with this drug, and now it was his turn.  He was hard again, and took himself in hand as he buried his mouth in Loki’s cunt.  He could feel Loki tensing further, even as he grabbed his gown in his fists.  Then, panting heavily, Loki pressed his legs against Thor, squeezing the sides of his head as his hips rolled forward.  He froze again, for just a moment, before finally giving in and allowing himself this pleasure.  Thor hummed into him, desperately wanting to bring Loki off this way, but it was too much to resist.  His own body trembling with need, Thor moved to climb on top of Loki and mount him.  As he plunged his cock into his wet cunt, Loki groaned through his teeth, going still once more.  He was open and needy, and him writhing beneath Thor’s body without anything to drive him was simply too much.  Thor spilled at once, taken surprise by the suddenness of it.

But Loki rolling and bucking beneath him was enough to get him hard again only moments later.  Thor took him hard, throwing everything he had into making Loki pant and scream, not in rage but in need.  Loki rutted against him, taking it all, and still wanting more.  He cried out as his climax took him, but Thor was not done.  He wouldn’t be done for some time.  He continued to drive himself into Loki, filling him not only with his cock, but with his seed as well as another climax took him.  Loki took all of it, panting loudly beneath him.

Thor tried to get up, but the drug was strong.  He had given himself enough of it that he knew it would become a problem, but he didn’t care.  He let himself get lost in Loki, buried deep inside him.  It was everything he’d craved, and it drove him mad.  The drug made him climax quickly, but he had no more seed to spill.  Instead, it hit him hard, and almost painfully, drawing a strained gasp from him.

Only then was he able to roll off of Loki, feeling like every nerve in his body might explode.  Beside him, Loki covered himself back up and stared up at the ceiling, but he didn’t move from where he was.  Loki was slow to learn, but he had learned.  He wouldn’t leave until Thor was done with him, and Thor would not be done with him until well into the night.

Thor lay on his back, struggling to breathe even as his need rose once more.  He tried to ignore it, to give himself a moment’s rest.  He had seen how the drug had taken Loki, but he still had not expected it to hit quite as strong as it had.  When he could stand it no longer, he rolled back over to mount Loki once more, pulling his skirts up to bare his cunt.

“Please, no,” Loki said, moving only to shake his head.

Thor could barely speak through his need.  He tried, but all that came out was a loud grunt as he entered Loki again.  Now, there was a problem.  Now, his need clashed with his exhaustion.  Loki’s cunt did not feel as it should have.  It chafed and ached, even as Thor tried to take him slowly.  When that didn’t work, he hoped to pick up the pace and finish quickly, but it only heightened the soreness.

“Damnit!” he said, slamming his fist down on the bed next to Loki’s head.

Loki hissed sharply inward, his entire body going stiff once more.  Even as Thor once more rolled off him, Loki stayed where he was, watching with wide eyes.  Thor glared down at him, wanting somehow to blame Loki for this.  He began to tremble as his need and his ache warred against one another.

“Don’t go anywhere,” Thor said as he got up from the bed.

Loki nodded, sitting up slowly.  Thor left him where he was and retreated into his bath chamber, hoping to think without distraction.  But his cock was enough of a distraction that it was all he could think about.  He wanted to have a bath drawn, but it would mean calling in a servant, and that was the last thing he wanted to deal with.  But the water from his basin had not yet been replaced, so he used that to splash on himself, hoping it might soothe some of his ache.  It felt like ages until the ache finally subsided, and that he might be able to do something to soothe his lust.  When it finally happened, he left the bath chamber and began undressing properly, freeing himself from everything that constrained him.  He was almost surprised to see that Loki had not left.  He sat up on the bed, holding his knees against his chest, and stared at Thor.

“On your hands and knees,” Thor said.

Loki exhaled sharply, but obeyed, shifting his body so he was ready.  Once fully nude, Thor joined him on the bed again, not sparing a second before he mounted Loki once more, taking him deep.  The ache was gone, and Loki finally felt right again.  Hot and wet and made for him.  Thor took him like a wild beast, holding tight onto his hips and thrusting into his body again and again and again.  Beneath him, Loki shifted to bring his weight down to his elbows, huffing loud breaths each time Thor drove into him.  He dripped down both their legs, and when Thor looked down, he could see both their fluids mixed together, smeared on their skin, on his cock.  He pulled Loki back as he drove forward, drawing a pained yelp from Loki.  He did it again and again, and each time Loki yelped and cried out again.  When Thor spilled inside him, he shoved Loki away before he even finished completely, hoping some distance between them might stave off that ache a bit longer.  Before him, Loki fell back to the bed, landing on his side and staying there.

“Why can’t you be like this all the time?” Thor asked, sitting back on the bed even as his lust rose again.

Loki said nothing.  He simply sat up, moving to cover himself up again.

“And take that damn thing off,” Thor said.

Loki looked up at him, once more stricken.  Then, with a sigh, he pulled the gown off and dropped it beside him on the bed.  He pulled his knees back up to his chest, hiding his breasts from view, even as he exposed his cunt.  The sight of it was too much.  Thor moved forward again, forcing himself between Loki’s legs before he could even react.  Loki let himself fall back as Thor climbed back on top of him, making only the smallest sound as Thor once more entered his cunt.  Again, it wasn’t as it should have been.  Again, Loki’s cunt caused him to ache more than it gave him pleasure.  Thor growled, and Loki flinched away.  He let himself finish quickly, again moving away and spilling what little seed he had left onto the blanket.  Rather than stay on the bed with Loki, Thor rose to once more put distance between them and laid out on the sofa instead.  Loki watched him, sitting up slowly.  Thor was furious with this turn of events, but he should have seen it.  Loki came to him as a woman not just because he preferred it that way.  But because for all his perversions, he would have resisted as long as his own cock could bear it.

Thor could hardly look at him, furious with Loki for not having warned him.

“May I go fetch a book?” Loki asked, breaking the silence between them.

Thor looked at him, watching him flinch beneath the weight of his glare.  He was still naked and exposed, once more covering his tits at the expense of showing his cunt.  His eyes were wet, heavy with tears he hadn’t yet shed.  And for some reason, the very sight of him made Thor want to scream.

“Be quick,” Thor said.

Loki nodded, and quickly dressed.  He put himself together, adjusting his gown and drying his eyes with his hands before finally slipping out of the room.

Thor half expected to have to chase him down, but he would wait until he could stand it no further.  Until that ache subsided completely.  He wasn’t sure if Loki was gone for a conspicuously long time, or if he had simply lost the ability to track time.  But when the door opened again, and Loki quietly slipped back inside with some ancient old tome in his hand, Thor was truly surprised to see it.  Keeping his gaze on Thor, Loki returned to the bed, sitting back against the board with his knees pulled up.  Thor debated taking him right then, but he could still feel the ache deep within him, so he let Loki have his peace.  He watched as Loki cracked the old book open, slowly shifting his attention from Thor to the page.

When Thor could stand it no longer, he got up again.  Loki looked up at him as he approached, and moved quickly to set his book aside.  He watched Thor with a wary apprehension, tension running through his entire body even as Thor returned to the bed.

“Take that off,” Thor said.

Loki quickly removed his gown again, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed.  Thor dragged him down onto his back, taking Loki’s exposed breasts in each of his hands, feeling their weight and their softness.  Soon, they would swell and become heavy, and Thor went mad imagining what it would feel like.  He dragged his tongue over Loki’s belly, tasting his sweat and their fluids mixed together.  Loki stayed still beneath him, only shifting to make room for Thor between his legs.  He made no sound beyond a quiet huff as Thor entered him, his cunt open and inviting to him.  Thor wanted so badly to take his time like this, to finally be able to revel in Loki’s body.  He kissed Loki’s skin, dragging his lips and teeth over his neck and his jaw as he rolled against Loki’s body.  He kissed Loki’s mouth, and Loki let him in, not fighting against him.  Even if he didn’t kiss back, it was maddening, and Thor once more finished without warning, too dry to spill anything inside Loki’s cunt.  He grunted loudly as it hit him like a crushing blow, forcing him off so there was once more some distance between them.  He growled in frustration, and again Loki flinched, sitting up quickly.  Thor moved to the other side of the bed, unable to figure out a plan forward.

A moment later, Loki picked his book back up, and with a deep breath, settled it on his knees.  The room was silent between them, but all Thor could focus on was the ache not just in his cock, but deep in his gut.  He understood why Loki had gone mad the way he had, but Thor thought he might explode from rage.  This had not gone to plan.  He had not anticipated that his body would be unable to keep up and perform.  And now he was stuck, consumed with lust and unable to do anything about it.

He took Loki each time his ache subsided enough to allow it, and throughout the night, Loki remained pliant, if not totally willing.  Thor wanted little more than to sleep as the sun rose, but he had given himself too much of the drug.  Eventually, Loki did sleep, and Thor took him anyway.  When Loki woke beneath him, he jolted violently, and then stilled again, and that was the most resistance Thor had from him.  Thor had wanted to see Loki dripping with his seed, but he simply hadn’t enough, or else his cock was too sore to to allow him to finish.

Eventually, Thor slept.  Eventually, the drug wore off enough that his own exhaustion won out, as the sun was rising through the windows.  He slept well into the day, and when he rose he could feel a lingering tinge of lust, though Loki was gone.  Thor took care of himself, and only after realised that Loki had left his book on the bedside table.

Thor skipped banquet that night, too tired to deal with any of it.  He nearly thought he might skip on Loki as well, but the thought of going without for even a single night was too much.  It felt too much as though something had been taken from him, so he sought Loki out.  Thor found him in his hall, at his desk with a quill and parchment, copying something from a book.  He looked up at Thor, for a moment wearing a sad expression, before holding up his hand.

“Let me finish this,” he said.

Thor didn’t want to fight.  He was too tired for it.  He sat down on the sofa, watching Loki finish whatever project he had started.  He wrote quickly, and when he finished, he covered his ink and set his quill carefully aside before rising to his feet.

“Come here,” Thor said.

With a small sigh, Loki walked over to him and sat on the sofa, keeping some distance between them.  Thor looked at him, at his body beneath the gown he wore, and decided he was still too tired for any of it, even if his cock did have other ideas.  He shifted to unlace his breeches, freeing himself, and then leaned back in his seat, opening himself up.

“Get on,” he said.

Loki inhaled deeply, frowning at Thor with renewed venom.  Thor only glared at him, a simple warning, and that was all it took.  Loki soon deflated and moved to straddle Thor’s hips.  He adjusted the gown around them, and then himself, before finally, agonisingly slowly, lowering himself onto Thor’s cock.  Loki hissed sharply, pausing several times, before finally taking Thor’s full length.  He stayed still for a long moment, breathing heavily, while his cunt gripped tightly around Thor’s cock.  Then he rocked against Thor, wincing as he moved, and it was everything Thor had ever wanted.  He let his hands fall to Loki’s hips, guiding him where he wanted, rolling up against Loki to drive himself even deeper.  Loki bit his lip, hissing sharply with each motion.  He trembled as he braced against Thor, finding leverage to rock his entire body against Thor’s.  He moved slowly; tortuously slowly, and Thor let him, revelling in it.

“You’re so good,” Thor said, panting heavily.  “I know you made this for me.”

“Shut up,” Loki said, his jaw clenched tightly.

Again, his eyes welled with tears that threatened to spill over his cheeks.  He began to move faster, pressing himself even harder against Thor’s body.  Thor held him close, pressing their bodies together.  He buried his face in Loki’s tits, moaning out each time Loki rocked against him.  As he finished, he held Loki down on top of him, holding him down on his cock as he filled him once more with his seed.  Loki stopped moving against him, barely breathing at all.  When Thor let him go, Loki stood and adjusted his gown again, putting himself back together and drying his eyes with his hands.

“I’d prefer to sleep alone tonight,” Loki said as he returned to his desk.

Thor would give him that much, but he didn’t leave right away.  He lingered there in Loki’s chambers, his breeches unlaced and stained, and watched as Loki did whatever it was he had found to busy himself.  Just being around Loki in this form made him begin to rise again, and soon he was hard once more.  He got up and moved to stand behind Loki, crowding against him.  Loki stopped what he was doing and inhaled sharply, not even looking up.

“Are you serious?” he asked, standing back up.

Thor tried to spin him around and bend him over the desk right there, but Loki fought back, bracing himself against it.

“Wait, wait!  Hang on,” he said, keeping his back stiff.

He glared over his shoulder at Thor, and quickly moved his things out of the way before bending over the desk with a tired sigh.  He rested on his elbows, looking straight ahead as Thor lifted his gown and took him once more, finding him just as tight and hot as before.  Loki grunted loudly at it, but didn’t fight against him.  He stood stiff, rocking as Thor threw his weight into driving his cock as deep as it would go.  The only sounds Loki made were sharp hisses each time.  He didn’t cry or thrash or scream.  He simply gave Thor what he had come for.  As Thor spilled again, he pulled out so his seed dripped down the inside of Loki’s thigh.  Loki groaned, but stayed where he was until Thor stepped back, lacing his breeches up.  Again, Loki put himself back together as he slipped past Thor and strode toward his bath chamber.  For a moment, Thor considered joining him, but he thought better of it.  He had Loki in a delicate position, and it would not take much at all before he returned to kicking and screaming and fighting.

He no longer needed the drug after that.  When he found Loki at banquet, he needed only approach, and Loki took his queue to follow.  When he found Loki in his hall, buried in one task or another, waiting for him to finish was a small price to pay for his eventual cooperation.  And then Loki broke the script.  It was not uncommon for him to skip banquet, but when he did, Thor always found him in his hall.  But when Thor found Loki’s hall empty as well, a slow, simmering rage began to build.  Loki had not hidden from him for a long while, but Thor checked every spot he had found him in previously; in forgotten chambers, and deep in the library.  But he was nowhere to be seen.  Having exhausted every avenue he knew, Thor returned to his chambers, surprised to find a small sliver of light pouring out from beneath the door.  He stepped inside, further surprised to see Loki on the bed, book in hand.  They looked at one another for a long moment, Thor in a mix of rage and confusion, and Loki with open fear.

“I thought you’d come here first,” Loki said finally.

He was breathing heavily and trembling, and Thor slowly realised it wasn’t all fear on Loki’s face.  Thor shifted his gaze across the room, seeing the crate where he kept his potions open.

“How much did you take?” he asked.

Loki still breathed heavily and licked his lips.  “Not much,” he said.  “Enough.”

Thor wanted to refuse him out of spite.  He walked around the bed, sitting on the other side and pulling off his boots before he laid out on his back.  Loki had done nothing wrong, and still he had managed to drive Thor to anger and frustration.  But Loki so close beside him, finally eager without coaxing from Thor, was too much for him to ignore.  He unlaced his breeches, taking a brief moment to work himself fully hard before he cradled his hands behind his head.  It was only a moment longer before Loki crawled over him, straddling him and sinking down onto his cock, not with a hiss, but with a loud moan.  A few minutes of Loki riding him was all it took for Thor’s anger to evaporate.  He shifted to sit up, pulling Loki’s gown off him and tossing it to the floor.  With Loki’s tits bare and in his face, it was too much for Thor to resist.  He took one in his mouth, sucking and teasing his nipple with his teeth.  Loki moaned out loudly again, rocking on Thor’s cock, using his entire body to fuck him.  Thor grabbed him by the waist, guiding him further, and moving to Loki’s other tit.  This wasn’t the mad desperation that had overcome Loki before.  Rather than crying in frustration, Loki cried out in time with Thor’s cock driving deep inside of him.  He wrapped his arms around Thor’s shoulders, pulling them together as he arched his body into Thor’s.  He rode Thor into climax, crying out loudly as his entire body shuddered.  He stilled, but Thor still moved him where he wanted, fucking him from below until his own climax, finishing with a loud cry of his own.

Loki rolled off of him, falling onto his back and panting loudly.  Like this, completely bare and exposed, Thor noticed for the first time the subtle swell in his belly.  The swell Thor had put there, and that kept him locked in this form.  Thor rolled over on top of Loki, shifting down between his knees, and dragged his mouth over that swell.  Loki arched into him, moaning loudly as Thor drew a long line up his belly and over his tit with his tongue.  By then, he was hard again, and as he entered Loki once more, Loki arched to take him deeper.  This was what he wanted for so long; what he craved, and what he knew Loki had craved. 

He brought Loki to climax once more, going mad from his little yelps that grew higher and higher in pitch until he finally cried out again, panting and heaving beneath him.  Thor moved quickly within him after that, letting himself finish shortly after, knowing full well what would happen if he got Loki going again.  As much as he liked the idea, he knew the drug was powerful, and only turned into frustration for both of them before too long.

He rolled off, finally pulling his breeches off completely while Loki still panted quietly on his back.  As Thor settled back to go to sleep, Loki pulled himself back up to rest against the board, still struggling to catch his breath.

“Later,” Thor said, too worn thin to indulge him again.

Loki nodded weakly, and with a trembling hand, reached for his book once more.  He read quietly while Thor drifted off to sleep.  He woke later with Loki on top of him, but not as he expected.  Loki was asleep, his naked body draped over Thor’s chest.  Thor took a long moment to enjoy the sensation, tracing his fingers over Loki’s flesh, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath his hand.  He whimpered quietly in his sleep, rising each time with intensity as Thor continued to stroke his skin.  Finally, he woke, and his entire body stiffened.  Then, he shifted and looked at Thor, panic and confusion written across his face.  But when Thor rolled him onto his back, Loki went with him, relaxing again and shifting to let Thor between his legs once more.  He was still slick as Thor entered him, and as Thor lazily fucked him, Loki rolled into him to take more. 

When Thor kissed his mouth, Loki opened to accept him, though he still did not kiss back.  He let Thor take him this way, while eagerly taking him with his cunt, keening desperately for more.  His keening turned to sharp gasps as he rolled and bucked harder against Thor, finally finishing with a loud shout.  He fell back into the bed, panting heavily as Thor continued to take his time with Loki’s body.  He rose slowly to climax, finally finishing with a loud gasp of his own, and then rolling back off to give himself room to breathe.

Still panting, Loki sat up, and looked toward the dark sky out the window.  He glanced back toward Thor, and then bent to pick up his gown from the floor.  He dressed quickly and let himself out, leaving Thor to sleep in peace.

He expected Loki to use the drug more often, but usually when Thor found him, he was indifferent and aloof, taking Thor but not welcoming or encouraging him.  Thor only found Loki in his chambers when he had taken the drug.  Otherwise, he had to be dragged away from banquet, or was found hiding away in his hall.  As the swell of his belly grew, Loki took the drug more often, always taking a small dose just to get himself past his own reluctance.  But he still never stayed all night in Thor’s bed, and never allowed Thor to stay all night in his.  It was these tiny acts of resistance that let Thor know that Loki had still not fully given in, and it was these tiny acts of resistance he did not know how to break down without force.

When Thor couldn’t find Loki at banquet, he sought Loki in his hall like usual.  But rather than finding Loki at his desk, or with his nose buried in a book, he was sprawled out on the bed, naked except for an apron around his waist.  He breathed heavily, his tits heavy and swollen to match his belly, and when he looked at Thor, it was with nothing short of disdain.

“Leave me alone,” he said, shaking his head.

He fell back onto his pillow, breathing heavily.  His belly, red and stretched thin, rose and fell with each breath, and Thor could not stop himself from stepping forward at the sight of it.  Loki shook his head again, even as Thor sat on the bed beside him and drew his hand over that swell.

“I’ll vomit on you if you don’t take your hand off me,” Loki said.

Thor pulled his hand away, only because in that moment, he believed every word Loki spoke.  His threats were always empty and hollow, but this one held weight.  He wanted Loki more then than ever, and for the first time, he was hesitant about how to proceed.

“Shall I fetch a healer?” Thor asked.

“No.  You should leave,” Loki said.

Thor didn’t leave.  He took off his boots, and then climbed into bed with Loki laying down beside him, but not close enough to touch him.  He watched as his tits rose and fell with each shaky breath, as Loki stared at the ceiling and breathed through his teeth.

“You did this to me, you bastard,” Loki said.

“You did this to yourself,” Thor said, giving in to temptation and drawing his hand back over Loki’s belly.

Suddenly, Loki lurched upward, straining to sit up.

“Oh, hel,” he said, his voice shaky.

Thor pulled his hand away, only to help push him all the way up.  As soon as he was up, Loki got to his feet and rushed to the bath chamber.  Thor nearly followed after him, but changed his mind as he heard Loki make good on his threat and vomit.  Thor listened as his retching turned to quiet sobbing, and wondered if Loki could do anything without crying.  When Loki emerged again on shaky legs, Thor moved over to give him more space.  He collapsed back onto the bed, covered in a sheen of sweat, and Thor understood his bizarre state of undress.  He wanted Loki all the more for it, and even though he strained within his breeches at the sight of him, Thor resisted.  For the first night since Loki was made his, Thor did not have his body.  But he stayed with Loki all the same, not moving from his side as they both drifted to sleep.

Soon, the only way Thor could take Loki was on his hands and knees, and only when Loki allowed it.  Loki would not have him in any other way, though occasionally he did not even need the drug to encourage him to beg for more.  As his belly grew bigger and bigger, he became a feral creature, unpredictable and untameable.  Thor broke his promise to take Loki every night, but he could no longer justify trying to force himself while Loki was in such a delicate state.  He needed only to snarl and spit venom for his point to be made, and on those nights, Thor stayed in his chambers and resisted every urge in his body to take what was his. 

It was during one such night that Loki was completely unreasonable that the worst happened.  While Loki shouted at him about some nonsense he didn’t even understand, a guard pulled him away, and he was glad for the distraction.  That relief only lasted a moment, however.

Odin was dead, and Thor’s world was forever changed.  It was as the guard handed over Gungnir that Loki stepped out into the corridor, still not done with whatever tirade he had been on.  It ended in an instant as he looked over the tableau before him, rage suddenly overtaken by confusion.

“What is this?” he asked.

Thor looked at the spear in his hand, and then over to Loki.  “Father’s dead,” he said.

Loki shook his head.  “No,” he said, his voice heavy with something that wasn’t sorrow.  “No.”

He turned and fled back into Thor’s chambers, leaving the corridor in a tense silence.

The following morning, Thor was crowned king.  That evening, his world changed again as Loki went into labour.  Thor was kept away from his own chambers, while inside, Loki screamed and cried and howled.  It went on for hours, and though Thor was convinced something had gone wrong, the bustling midwives insisted otherwise.  Finally, as dawn broke over Asgard, Loki finally silenced.  When Thor was finally allowed in, Loki was asleep, drenched in sweat and naked beneath the blanket.  Across the room, a wet nurse held a squirming bundle, and for a moment, Thor wasn’t sure which deserved his attention more.

“Let her rest,” the wet nurse said.  “It was a difficult birth, and she’ll need none of your nonsense.”

Thor nodded, and stepped close to examine the squirming bundle in the woman’s arms.

“What is it?” he asked, craning to see.

“The queen has given birth to a girl,” the wet nurse said.

Thor nodded, both disappointed that it was not an heir, but already anticipating getting to try again.  He pointed over toward the bed where Loki slept, nodding slightly toward it.

“Can I…?” he asked.

“You’d better not,” the wet nurse said sternly.  “She’ll want a few days to recover, and it might happen more quickly if she’s allowed to rest.”

She stressed the last few words, making it clear that Thor would not be allowed even a moment alone with Loki.  Unsure what to do next, he nodded and turned to leave before the wet nurse castrated him.  He kept his distance, sleeping in Loki’s hall, and checking in when he could, making sure Loki had not pulled any sneaky tricks.  But it seemed the wet nurse was right.  All Loki wanted to do was rest.  Finally, after days of trying, Thor caught him without his chaperone.  He sat up in bed, with the squirming infant at his breast.  He still looked ragged and exhausted, and as he looked up at Thor, it was with an utterly blank expression.  Tears stained his cheeks, but for the moment, his eyes were dry.

“So, you’re still here,” Thor said as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Loki looked back down at the infant in his arms.  “Where would I go?” he asked.

“Where, indeed?” asked Thor.  “You sure you don’t want to slay me in my sleep and disappear into the night?”

Loki huffed tiredly.  “Slay a king?” he asked bitterly.  “I’d never make it past the gates.”

Thor sat silent, watching Loki nurse the child at his breast.  He was more than just exhausted.  He was hollow.  Completely run empty.

“I’m not a fool,” Thor said.

Loki looked up at him again, trying to marshal something that just wouldn’t come, before he sighed and looked back down at the infant.

“In the drawer,” he said.

Thor got up and moved to the table beside the bed, pulling open the drawer.  It had been emptied of all the random odds and ends Thor had tossed inside, and stuck in with all the other junk Loki had filled it with was a long dagger, and a glass vial.  The vial held nothing that looked like any of Thor’s potions, but he wasn’t enough of a fool to assume it was anything benign.

“So which were you going to use?” Thor asked, taking both away.

Loki shrugged.  “Whichever option presented itself.”

Thor laughed, quietly and without mirth.  “But now I’m king,” he said.

“But now you’re king,” Loki echoed.

“I’m told you need rest,” Thor said.  “And once I’m told you’re rested, we’ll try again for an heir.”

Loki didn’t look up at him.  He nodded once, shallow but sharply.  Thor left him then, eager to find something else to occupy his mind while he waited.

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what brother have I?

what brother have I? (29,135 words) by LokiOfSassgaard

Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Thor (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel)
Characters: Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Summary: Thor has lost his fucking mind

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no brother of mine: Loki

The drug lasted into the morning, coursing through Loki’s veins.  How he had made it back to his hall without disaster, he had no idea.  But once he was there, nothing he did was enough.  He used his hand, as well as a carved phallus.  He changed his form, hoping it might make a difference, but his cock was just as greedy as his cunt, and less cooperative about the whole damn ordeal.  He only slept once he’d been completely exhausted, and then he slept all day.  He woke in the evening craving still more, but he brought himself off with his hand and that seemed to finally be the end of it.

Whatever Thor had done to him, it would not happen again.  He had to concede.  Thor had won.  He would never take that form again.  Every time he looked at Thor, his mind was flooded with memories of what Thor had done to him—what Thor had made him do.  He hated himself for everything he had done that night.  That he had climbed on top of Thor and rode him even after he could have escaped was the worst of it.  No sane man would have done such a thing, but Loki at least took relief in knowing that he had not been sane that night.  Thor had done some horrible, vile thing to him, and whatever Loki may have done in turn, it was Thor’s fault in the end.

He avoided Thor, and banquet as much as possible, only being seen when he needed to.  He spent most of his time alone, locked behind closed doors where nobody would look at him, and where he wouldn’t have to look at another.  But he also had duties to attend to, and as much as he tried to put them off, he could not put them off forever.  He attended meetings and negotiations, and made sure to be seen as often as he could bear.  He knew Thor would not bother him as long as he wore his natural form, but Thor was no longer his only problem.  He didn’t know who might have seen him be dragged away that night, entering Thor’s chambers and leaving hours later.  He didn’t think anyone but Thor had seen through is disguise, but he wasn’t certain.  And he couldn’t stand to think of the rumours that might be spreading.

But he had to be seen, and so he did as he needed to do.  He still had friends, and it was with these friends he would dine and drink.  Slowly, he grew more comfortable and confident that there were no rumours.  Nobody had seen anything, or if they had, they had not made the necessary connections.  And soon, he might even learn to have fun again.

It was during banquet that he began to feel a familiar heat rising within him.  He looked down at his cup, nearly empty, and realised it was his fifth one that evening.  He stared at it, not knowing if it was this one, or the one before, or any of the others that were the problem, but it was a problem he immediately recognised.

“Fuck!” he shouted, slamming his fist on the table.

Before he could make a bigger fool of himself, Loki rose to his feet and fled the hall.  By the time he made it to his own, he was trembling and almost unable to breathe from the effort of keeping himself upright.  As soon as the door was closed behind him, he unlaced his breeches and freed his cock.  It stood hard and needy, and Loki did not even wait until he had reached his bed.  He took himself in hand where he stood, working himself quickly in hopes it would buy him enough time to clear his mind.  The drug made him sensitive and quick to respond, and he spilled quickly, with a force that hit like a punch to the chest.  He stood, panting with his cock in his hand, just trying to get his thoughts in order.  He didn’t soften, and even as the last of his seed spilled out and dripped onto his breeches, he needed more.  This time, he made it to his bed, collapsing onto it as he took himself again.  It wasn’t pleasure he drew from his own hand.  It wasn’t release.  It was need.  A need as strong as breathing, and if he didn’t fill it, he thought he might explode.

Even with the drug, he could not keep going like this.  As he drained himself, his cock was slower to rise again despite his lust, and soon even the lightest touches hurt more than they helped.  He kicked himself loose of his breeches and boots and changed his shape to the one he’d sworn he’d never wear again.  Almost at once, he could feel his own cunt dripping in anticipation.  With one hand on his clit and the other on his breast, he worked himself as hard as he could.  He rose to climax, and still could not stop.  His hand was not enough, so he used his phallus, fucking himself with it in one hand, while the other teased his clit.  It still was not enough.  With the phallus still inside him, he grabbed one of his pillows and mounted it, grinding and rutting against it, with one hand still guiding the phallus where he needed it.  Several times he rode to climax, and each time he still could not stop.

He whined and whimpered desperately, trying anything he could to to make this stop.  The last time, Thor had drugged him so he could do nothing about any of it, and it had been agony.  Now he was free to address the situation and it was somehow worse.

With all his bedding soaked in his fluids, and no end in sight, Loki knew what he needed.  His own hand, and a cock carved from wood were not good enough.  He needed to be fucked.  And he knew exactly where he needed to go for that to happen.  Thor had done this to him, and Thor alone would be willing to put up with him for as long as the drug burned through his veins.  But it would mean going to Thor, admitting weakness and defeat.

He was weak.  And he was defeated.  He rode his wooden cock until he could take it no more.  He had lost, and the only way he would survive would be to give Thor his prize.  If his body weren’t already on fire, Loki thought he might vomit as he put his breeches back on, barely taking the time to lace them.  The tight leather hugged his body even in this form, and every step was agony.  He forced his way to Thor’s chambers, one step after the next, as he fought the urge to undress right there in the corridor to bring himself off once more.  His entire body hurt, and as he pounded on Thor’s door, he was struck by the thought that Thor might not even be waiting for him there.  If he weren’t, Loki didn’t know what he would do.

But Thor finally opened the door, and had the gall to look bored about it.

“You did this,” Loki said, struggling to form the words.

He trembled and ached, unable to force himself to admit what he’d come for.  They both knew, but Thor was not going to make this easy.

“What would you have me do about it?” he asked.

Loki’s entire body tensed against the urge to beg.  He glared at Thor, silently praying this would all be over soon.  He could barely hold himself still, and wanted to collapse right where he stood.  Then, Thor began to close the door, and Loki moved forward before he realised it, blocking Thor from closing it completely.  He stared up at his brother, so desperate and full of need he thought he could break down and weep.

Thor was not going to show him mercy.  Thor was going to make Loki admit his defeat.  And as he shoved past Thor and pulled off his tunic, admitting defeat was exactly what he did.

“Get over here and fix what you’ve done,” he said, fighting against his own pride.

It worked, and Thor finally moved toward him.  Loki expected to be shoved down onto the bed, but Thor moved him instead to the table.  Unsure what Thor wanted, Loki briefly fumbled as Thor spun him around, and then bent him over to press his face against the wooden surface.  What was left of Loki’s mind knew he should be fighting back, but as Thor removed Loki’s breeches, Loki quickly stepped out of them, glad to be rid of them.  The cold air against his cunt only seemed to make his lust grow stronger, and when Thor’s fingers entered him, Loki cried out in relief.  It wasn’t enough.  It still wasn’t enough.  But it was better.  Loki rocked and arched into Thor, trying to put his fingers in exactly the right place, but Thor did as he pleased.  He moved in the wrong way, barely hitting any of the right spots, drawing needy whines from Loki.  Finally, he found it, and the climax that rocked Loki was enough to make him scream.  His entire body tensed, and then he dropped himself against the table, feeling like he could breathe for the first time in ages.

Then Thor’s fingers were gone, and his cock was filling Loki.  This was what he needed; what he craved.  He braced himself against the table, trying to hold himself so Thor could fit his entire cock inside Loki’s cunt, stuffing it full.  Still, it was not enough.  Even as he fucked Loki, it wasn’t enough.  Thor fucked him hard and fast, panting and growling, and then slowed suddenly.  He began moving languidly, pushing himself all the way in, and then pulling himself nearly out, and taking ages to do it.

“Stop teasing,” Loki said, bucking against him to try to get more.

Thor pressed him against the table and slowed down even more.  He pulled back so far, he nearly fell out.  Loki tried to move to keep Thor’s cock inside him, to take it deeper, but Thor continued to torture and tease him.  Loki whined and trembled, unable to take the agony.  This was worse than anything Thor had ever done to him, and the need was painful.  Loki’s desperation turned to quiet sobs as he could take it no more.  He shifted beneath Thor’s weight, managing to bring one of his knees onto the table so he could open himself up wider.  Not for Thor’s cock, but for his hand.  Before he even managed to touch himself, Thor’s hands were on his wrists, pinning them both to the table.  Loki’s entire body was shaken by desperate sobs, his every muscle hard and tight and trembling as Thor continued to torture him.  All Thor’s cock did was drive his lust further, rather than calm it, and Loki truly thought it would kill him.

“Please,” he said, trying to move to force Thor deeper inside of him.  “Fuck me already.”

Thor pulled back, leaving himself barely inside Loki’s cunt.  Loki tried to fuck him, to move himself against Thor’s cock, but it fell out entirely, and all Loki could do was cry as he fucked nothing.  Thor kept him pinned to the table, but his body moved on its own, seeking out whatever touch it could find.  Tears soaked his face while his cunt soaked his legs, and soon he was so consumed from lust he couldn’t even move to fuck the air.  All he could do was tremble and heave, and he did not know why Thor would do nothing about it.

Suddenly, Thor’s body was pressed against his again, and his cock thrust into Loki’s cunt.  Loki cried out, in shock, in agony, in release.  Thor fucked him hard, and he tried to fuck back, the wave of release hitting him so hard he screamed.  Then, finally, he was brought to climax on Thor’s cock, his brother’s cock, and the torture was over.  He collapsed against the table, panting and heaving, even as Thor continued to fuck him.  It hurt, and it was too deep, and he wanted it to stop.  But his lust took over again, and he wanted more.  As he started riding against Thor, Thor cried out loudly behind him, holding their bodies together as he spilled his seed.  Loki could feel his cock, buried deep and pulsating, and he knew he should fight back.  Instead, he continued to ride Thor’s cock from where he was pinned on the table.

Then, Thor stepped away, leaving him alone.

“Wait,” Loki said.

He hated himself for saying it, but he still was not done.  He brought his knee back up onto the table and took himself with his own hand again, rubbing his fingers over every spot he liked, playing with his clit and pressing against it hard.  He shuddered and heaved as he fucked himself, but his hand was no longer enough.  When Thor grabbed him again and rolled him onto his back, Loki opened himself wide even as he continued to fuck himself.

Thor grabbed Loki by the wrists and pinned him down once more, but he did not enter.  Loki rutted against, him, dragging his cunt over Thor’s hips and stomach.  He didn’t know what was taking Thor so long, but finally Thor took him.  He drove himself deep, and Loki couldn’t tell if it was agony or ecstasy.  He cried out, arching against Thor as Thor pulled him by the wrists, slamming their bodies together.  Thor fucked him so fast and so hard, his cock could have split Loki in half, and still he cried out for more.  Loki was barely present, finally getting what he needed so desperately.  It didn’t matter what Thor did to him, or what happened next.  Loki rode Thor from where he was on his back, trembling and shaking as he took what he needed.  Then, Thor stepped away again and left him there on the table, while he collapsed on the bed.  If Loki was expected to follow, it didn’t matter.  He couldn’t get up.  He could barely move.  He rolled over, pinning his own hand between his cunt and the table, and fucked himself greedily on it.  I was enough to bring him to climax, but not enough to sate him.  As soon as one wave crashed over him, another began building.  He whined and begged himself for it to be enough, but it wasn’t enough.  It would never be enough, and soon he could barely breathe from it.

“If you want more, you’ll have to come get it,” Thor said.

Loki nodded, but still he fucked himself against the table, using one foot on the floor as leverage and balance.  He let wave after wave crash over him before he was finally able to pull his hand away and get down from the table.  His legs could barely hold him, and he still wept from the desperation and humiliation of it.  He could barely breathe, and as he walked, he thought he might fall over.

His hand was back on his cunt before he was even on the bed.  He thought Thor would do him the mercy of fucking him again, but Thor was still soft, and Loki groaned at the injustice.  He thought Thor would at least use his hands, or maybe his mouth, but Thor did neither, so Loki continued to use his own hand.  He fucked himself on his fingers, trying to fill himself as full and as deep as he could.  He arched and twisted and writhed on the bed until he finally found a good angle to bring himself off once more, so hard and so intense he couldn’t keep silent.

As he panted loudly, he could feel the fog begin to lift from his mind.

“Why me?” he asked.

Thor had the audacity to laugh.  “We both know the answer to that question,” he said.

Loki didn’t know the answer to that question, and he whined as the need began to consume him again.  He tried to resist, knowing Thor was getting more from this than he was, and wanted desperately to deny him.  Thor slowly stroked himself, even as Loki descended into madness, and there was nothing he could do about it.  Then, Thor moved beside him, and began teasing Loki’s cunt with his fingers again.  He didn’t enter, but the touch was enough to bring everything back just as intensely horrible as it had been before.  Loki tried to roll into him, to encourage him to plunge his fingers into Loki’s cunt, but Thor pulled his hand away instead.

“I told you.  If you want more, you’ll have to take it,” he said.

Loki refused.  He shook his head and simply refused.  He refused even as he sat up, and pulled himself on top of Thor to straddle him.  He refused even as he started grinding against Thor’s hand, and his cock within it.

“I’ll fucking kill you for this,” Loki said.

Thor let go of his cock, and Loki immediately rose to take it, sinking it into himself with a single, easy motion.  At once, Loki began to ride him hard, even as Thor tried to slow him down.  Loki ignored Thor’s hands on his hips and threw his entire body into taking what he needed from Thor.  The bed lurched and creaked in time with him, and Loki fucked him all the harder for it.  Even as Thor tightened his grip and spilled once more inside Loki, he continued to ride as hard and as fast as he could.  He could feel Thor going soft inside him and tried to encourage it to harden again, but it refused.

“You absolute bastard,” Loki sad through gritted teeth.

But he didn’t stop, even as Thor’s cock fell out of him entirely.  He fucked himself against Thor’s hips, with or without a cock inside him.  But it wasn’t enough, and Loki needed more.  He reached between them, finding Thor’s cock and pressed it between them so his clit would grind against it.  It was nowhere near enough, but Loki didn’t care.  Then, Thor flung him off, tossing him down onto the bed.

“Even you ought to know better than that,” Thor said.

Loki let himself whine as he fell back onto the bed, trying to resist taking himself in hand again.  Then, Thor got up, leaving Loki alone in the bed.

“Stay or go,” he said.  “It’s your choice.”

Loki growled loudly in frustration as Thor disappeared into his bath chamber.  He should have left.  He should have gone back to his own hall to ride out his misery.  Instead, he started fucking his own hand again, and when that wasn’t enough, he balled up the blanket he lay on and rutted against it as well.  It was desperate and shameful, and he did not care.  Even as Thor returned to watch him, he did not care.  He grit his teeth and whined and tried to bring himself to climax as many times as he was able.  Even as Thor approached the bed again, he did not stop.  He kept his fingers buried deep inside himself, grinding and rutting against the blanket.

“You truly are a whore,” Thor said.

Loki nodded.  He wanted to spit venom, but all that came out was a needy whine.

“You make such a mess this way,” Thor said.  He drew his hand over Loki’s ass, and Loki hated him for it.  “Surely you’d prefer someone bouncing on that cock of yours?”

He didn’t, and that was the problem.  Loki shook his head, still desperately trying to bring himself off.  He rolled and writhed against his hand and the blanket even as Thor watched him.  He was open and raw and exposed, and he couldn’t even stop himself.  Then Thor began to move again, and Loki hated the hopeful jolt that shot through him.  But Thor did not climb on top of him again.  He wrestled some blankets back from Loki and settled beneath them, leaving Loki to his own lust.

“You can see to yourself,” Thor said, turning his back to Loki.

Loki groaned in frustration, rutting so hard against the blanket between his legs that the entire bed shifted.  It wasn’t enough, even though he rose to climax again and again and again.  Each time his lust subsided only a few moments before coming back in force.  His entire body ached and burned, his throat raw and ragged and his head throbbing, and still he could not stop.  He cried silently to himself as nothing he could do would make it stop.  It hadn’t been this bad last time.  Last time, he at least was able to catch moments of rest.  But this was torture.  It was agony.  And he knew it was deliberate.  And still, he could not stop.  He was soaked from his belly to his knees, slick and sticky all at once.  The blankets beneath him were ruined, and he knew he’d catch Thor’s wrath for that later.  Still, he hadn’t the will to stop.

“On your back,” Thor said, suddenly crawling over Loki once more.

Loki didn’t know how long he’d been left alone, but he obeyed immediately.  Every muscle in his body trembled at even this short moment without release.  But even as he readied to mount Loki once more, Thor paused, making him wait once more.  Loki thought he might burst from it.

“You’re a whore,” Thor said.

“I’m a whore,” Loki said. 

It was the new game they played, and what Thor wanted to hear, so Loki said it.

“And whores give birth to bastards,” Thor said.

That wasn’t the script, and Loki looked up at him for a moment, his mind slow to catch up with Thor’s words.  Then, he realised what Thor meant to do; why Loki could not get even a moment without his lust driving him to madness.  Before Loki could do anything to stop it, Thor’s weight was on top of him again, his cock driving deep into Loki’s cunt.  Loki cried out, furious with not only Thor, but himself for not thinking about what Thor was doing.  He tried to push Thor away, but even then his cunt still craved more.

“No,” Loki said, fighting against his rising need.

“I’ll have you every night,” Thor said.

He held Loki down, throwing his entire weight into Loki with each pounding thrust.  Even as Loki fought back, he panted and whined for more, and even as Thor fucked him hard into the mattress, it wasn’t enough. 

“Please don’t do this,” Loki said, wanting to scream from need.

Thor drove his cock hard, and Loki could no longer fight back.  Loki held back tears as he gave into his need, fucking Thor and letting Thor fuck him.  Thor dragged his nails over Loki’s skin, and squeezed his tits so hard it hurt, but nothing he did made Loki need him less.  There was something cold and hateful in his eyes as he rode Loki, panting and moaning loudly with each thrust, and Loki hated him for it.

Then, crying out loudly, Thor drove himself deep into Loki once more before his entire body tensed and stilled.  Loki knew he had once more spilled his seed, but still Loki tried to fuck him.  Still, he was mad with lust and could not stop.  And soon Thor would be soft again, and Loki would go even further mad.

He threw everything he had into rolling Thor off of him, but rather than using this brief moment to flee, he mounted Thor instead.  He hated himself.  He hated Thor.  He hated the tears that fell down his cheeks as he rutted desperately against Thor, riding him with everything he had.  He sobbed from desperation, from shame, from grief as he lost every shred of himself.  Thor had turned him into a monster, and Loki could do nothing to stop it.  Even as his lust grew and he became more and more desperate for release, until finally that wave crested.  It hit him so hard he shouted as he rode it out on Thor’s cock, his brother’s cock, until he was nothing more but a trembling, heaving mess.  For a moment, he dared to hope it was over.  When his lust rose yet again, he cried out in agony and let his body ride it out, rutting against Thor.

“You’re a monster,” he said, knowing he was no better.  “I’ll hate you.  I’ll kill you.”

Thor grabbed tightly to his waist, holding him down even as Loki fucked him.  As he felt another wave cresting, Loki closed his eyes so he did not have to look at Thor beneath him.  Again, his relief lasted only a few moments, but he fought against it, refusing to allow himself to be little more than a wild animal.  He trembled against Thor’s grip, even as Thor held him down on his cock.  Then, the entire room went upside down as once more Thor shoved him to the bed.  This time, instead of leaving him there, Thor wrestled to his stomach, pinning him down and dragging his body into place.  Loki barely had time to fight back before Thor took him from behind, driving himself so deep it sent a shock of pain through Loki.  Loki cried out, and still tried to take him deeper at the same moment.  But Thor was only on top of him for a few brief moments before he spilled again and let Loki fall back to the bed.

“No more tonight,” Thor said.  “Go to sleep.”

He rolled over, and he had to know that sleep wasn’t an option.  Not with what he had done to Loki.  Loki whined and tried to resist his own urges, but they were too much to ignore.  He took himself in hand, rutting against the blankets and the bed and anything else that would put him at an angle he craved.  Time and time again, he brought himself off, and time and time again it did nothing.  He ached and burned, and still it wasn’t enough.  When Thor rolled over onto his back, Loki shifted to meet him, hating himself for what he tried to do.  But Thor’s cock was soft, and though Loki teased it, it refused to rise.  Loki moved between Thor’s legs, taking Thor’s cock in his mouth and tasting himself on it, driving his desire further than it had been all night.  It had been a mistake, but he could not stop.  He took Thor’s entire length in his mouth, while he continued to work himself with his hand, craving even more.  Slowly, Thor’s cock rose, and still Loki took it deeper into his mouth, as deep as it would go.  He rutted against the mattress beneath him as he worked Thor’s cock in his mouth, trying to find release so he could gain enough control of his body to fuck him properly.

Then, Thor’s hand was on his face, tracing his jaw almost tenderly.  Loki leaned into it, but it was fleeting.  Something changed, and Thor’s hand was in Loki’s hair, pulling hard.  Loki whined in frustration, unable to do anything more.

“Get up here and finish what you’ve started,” Thor said.

Shaky and weak, Loki forced his hand away from his cunt and crawled on top of Thor, sinking onto his cock and taking it as deep as it would go.  It was awful, and it was ecstasy.  Loki’s entire body trembled as even this was not enough.  Thor’s cock burned with him, but still he rode it as hard as he could.  And still, it brought only frustration and madness.  Loki couldn’t find release, even as he threw his entire body into it.  He whined and begged for it to end, but nothing would end it.  Nothing was enough.  He started to cry again from the frustration and the pain, no longer caring who was beneath him.  Thor was a means to an end, and that end was nowhere in sight. 

And then Thor shoved him off once more, knocking him aside.

“Enough,” Thor said.  “Wake me again and you’ll regret it.”

Loki rolled back over, giving into his despair as well.  All he could do was take himself in hand, so that’s what he did.  Again, and again, and again.  Eventually, abused and exhausted, he fell asleep despite his lust, and he dreamed of nothing but sex.  Sex with faceless men, sex with beasts and monsters, sex with Thor and all their friends.  Even in his dreams, it was never enough.  Even in his dreams, he was tortured.

He dreamed he was held down, fighting back and screaming as half a dozen men took turns with his cunt.  But even as he screamed, he wanted more.  In his dream, he wanted more even as he fought back.  Even as his body was bruised and scraped, he screamed not for help, but for more.

He woke slowly, and it wasn’t a dream.  Thor held him down on his side, squeezing his tit as he lazily took Loki.  Loki realised with a gasp that his dream had not been a dream at all.  Even as he was raped by his own brother, he craved more.  Rather than pushing Thor off, he met Thor’s hand with his own.  He thought he wanted to push Thor’s hand away, but instead he held Thor’s hand even tighter, drawing Thor into himself and trying to encourage more from him.  He arched and rolled against Thor, but Thor wasn’t fucking him.  He was making love, and that was worse.  Still, Loki did nothing to stop it.  He could do nothing to stop it.  He could only give in to his lust and ride it out until he was finally free of it.  He worked his clit with his fingers while Thor fucked him.  Thor bit him, sending a wave through Loki that still was not enough.  Again, Thor spilled inside him, and again Loki did nothing to stop him.  Even as Thor stilled behind him, Loki continued to take everything he could from Thor’s cock, even as he softened and fell out of his cunt once more.

“Go clean yourself up,” Thor said.  “You’re a mess.”

He slapped Loki on the ass, but rather than hurting, it only heightened everything.  Barely able to control himself, Loki forced himself to sit up, and then rise to his feet.  He could barely support himself, but he did as he was told, not wanting to test Thor’s patience.  He made it to the bath chamber, assuming Thor meant for him to bathe.  If Loki could bathe, he might be able to wash away Thor’s seed.

But as soon as he closed the door behind himself, he realised the true depths of Thor’s cruelty.  There was no water to clean himself with.  The basin was dry, and the bath empty.  No water to wash away Thor’s seed.  Choking back a sob, Loki sat on the floor by the washbasin and took a moment to breathe through his need.  He forced himself to stay still until it was an annoying, persistent ache.  Then, he stood again and found a towel, using it to dry himself as much as he could.  It was quickly ruined, so he tossed it aside and fetched another, using this one to try to clean himself out as much as possible.  Even that reawakened his lust, but he clenched his jaw tightly and forced himself to finish the task at hand.  His cunt was so wet and slick that even as he ruined this towel as well, he didn’t know if it was his own fluids, or Thor’s staining the linen.

He gave up and sat on the floor again, once more trying to ignore his need until it subsided.  Only once he thought he could breathe without once more breaking into tears, Loki got back to his feet and dared to leave the bath chamber.  In his absence, Thor had called for servants to replace the bedding and bring breakfast.  Loki tried to ignore the implications as Thor threw his tunic at him.

“Eat,” Thor said.  He pointed at the table, where a simple breakfast had been laid out.  “And if you can behave yourself, I’ll give you what you want.”

Loki nodded and pulled the tunic on, hating himself.  The tunic covered his breasts, but wasn’t long enough to cover his ass or cunt, still leaving him exposed.  Still, he sat down and tried to do as he was told, but the fruits and cheeses before him held no appeal.  He tried to eat what he could, but even as he sat doing nothing, his cunt soon became wet enough to make the hard chair he sat on slick.  While Thor ate, Loki could only think about what he had done.  The sun had risen, and still Loki was consumed by lust that would not fade.  The thought made him sick, but not sick enough that he still did not crave more.

Suddenly, Thor stood and grabbed Loki by the arm, quickly throwing him to the floor.  Loki looked up at him, unsure what he had done wrong this time.  Then, Thor was on top of him once more, wrestling him onto his back.  Even as Loki fought back, Thor quickly forced himself between Loki’s legs, and into his cunt, and that was all it took.  His need took over once again, and he could no longer fight back.  Even as he fought back tears once more, he let Thor in, craving release that never came.  Thor spilled inside him again, replacing anything Loki might have been able to remove, and then got up.  Even as Thor left him, Loki stayed on the floor, no longer able to resist his own lust.  He worked himself with his hand, desperately writhing on the ground like a beast.  He didn’t know where Thor had gone, or what he was doing.  All he could focus on was his own need.  Eventually, more time passed between his climax and his lust rising again, giving him small moments to breathe in between.  Loki brought himself off again, and then lay back on the floor, painting heavily and trying to enjoy the moment while it lasted.

He didn’t see Thor approach until he was grabbed by the arms, hauled to his feet.  Loki barely had time to figure out what was happening now before he was thrown back down onto the bed, and Thor was once more on top of him.  Loki fought back, but his muscles were sore and exhausted, and Thor easily took him once more.  As Thor fucked him, Loki’s lust rose once more, something he could no longer fight against.  Again, he gave in.  Again, Thor spilled inside him.  Again, Thor left him to his misery.

Loki lost track of how many times Thor fucked him; how many times he tried to fight back before giving up.  But each time, he fought back as long as he could.  Each time, he kicked and punched and scratched until his lust consumed him.  And each time, he was left with his own frustrated tears to deal with himself all over again.

Then, Thor called for supper.  It had been nearly an entire day, and still Loki still could not control his lust.  When Thor handed him a cup of wine, he drank, eager to sooth his throat.  He ate what he could, but still nothing was appealing.

And when Thor was done with his meal, he held Loki down and fucked him again.  This time, Loki didn’t fight back.  This time, his lust rose immediately, and even as his body craved more, he sobbed at his own foolishness.  He knew the drug was in the wine.  He knew Thor had done this to him.  And like a damned fool, he drank anyway.  But he wasn’t so outside of himself that he couldn’t control his own urges.  When Thor finished with him, Loki was able to roll onto his side, too exhausted to do anything.  Every part of his body burned, and all he wanted to do was go to sleep and forget any of this had ever happened.  But then Thor came to him again, forcing him onto his back and taking him once more.  Loki let his body do as it pleased.  There was no point in fighting back.  Thor would only force the drug into him, and everything would be even worse.  He let Thor fuck him.  He let Thor finish inside him.  And when Thor left, he rolled back over onto his side, curled up against himself.

When sleep found him, it was an uneasy, fitful sleep.  Again, he dreamed of being held down and fucked.  He dreamed of Thor, sweaty and brutish on top of him, holding him down and filling him so full of seed it hurt.

Even in his dreams, he had given up.  Even in his dreams, he didn’t fight back or scream.  He was no longer Loki.  He was little more than a thing; a possession.  Something that belonged to Thor for the sole purpose of pleasure.  He let Thor take him, and fill him, and did nothing to stop it.

Loki woke, and was furious to find that once more it was not a dream.  Once more, Thor was on top of him.  Loki tried to shove him off, but Thor held him down, pinning him to the bed.  He was bigger than Loki, and stronger, and Loki knew he could hurt him.

“Don’t,” Thor said, pressing his weight against Loki.

He thrust his cock into Loki so hard, Loki could only gasp breathlessly from the pain.  Then he did it again, and again, and Loki nearly saw white.  Thor held him into the mattress, driving himself into Loki, making clear exactly how much he could hurt.  And despite it, despite everything, Loki’s lust rose all the same.  He did nothing to stop it, or to fight against Thor as the need consumed him once more.  It was easier to ride this horrible thing out to its conclusion, so that’s what he did.  Only then, did Thor let him go.  Only then did Thor stop fucking Loki to hurt him, and start fucking Loki for pleasure.  It was a pleasure Loki hated, and craved all the same.  It was a pleasure that rose and built until it came crashing over him once more, in a hateful, shameful display of lust.  When Thor spilled in him once more, Loki did nothing to fight against it.  When Thor nipped and licked at his skin, Loki did nothing to fight against him.  Loki only held himself still, trying not to let it stir something within him once more.

Once Thor had his fill, he rose to his feet.  Alone on the bed, Loki realised the sun was rising again, and he knew he faced another day of this.  Loki waited until Thor disappeared into the bath chamber before he sat up and looked around for his breeches.  He had to leave.  He had to escape.  He couldn’t see his breeches anywhere, and the last thing he wanted to do was make a mad dash through the palace half naked.  But if he was going to do that, as it seemed he must, he would have much rather done it in a less-vulnerable state.  But when he tried to shift into his natural form, it was as though the magic weren’t there.  He tried again, and realised the magic was there, but it was blocked.  Something was in the way.  As panic rose within him, he tried a third time.

Still nothing.  And he knew why.  He gasped breathlessly, covering his mouth with his hands as he brought his knees to his chest.  He wanted to scream, but no sound came.  Only rising, suffocating terror.  Loki wrapped his arms around his knees, pulling them tight against his chest and stared out to the morning sky, utterly unable to think.  Even when Thor emerged from the bath chamber, Loki didn’t turn to face him.  He only stared out to the sky, his entire body trembling so hard it hurt.

“You can’t still want more?” Thor asked.

Loki shook his head, barely able to move.

“Then what?” Thor asked.

Loki didn’t want to say it.  He couldn’t.  He breathed in sharply, not wanting to give words to the thing he knew was true.  If he said it, he’d burst into tears and never stop.  But he needed to say something.  Anything.  Because if he didn’t say something, he’d burst into tears anyway.

“I can’t change,” he said.

A long silence hung over them while Loki tried to figure out what in the hel he was supposed to do next.  He had always been so careful.  There was magic, and herbs, but he didn’t know which ones.  He’d never needed to.

“Why might that be?” Thor asked, and suddenly he was right next to Loki.

Loki looked up at him, unable to miss his cock hard once again.

“No,” he said, shaking his head.

It was all the warning he got before Thor was on him again, shoving him to the bed and holding him there.

“No!” Loki shouted.

He held nothing back in his resistance.  He kicked and punched, trying to fight Thor off him.  But Thor was bigger than him even when Loki wore his true form.  Like this, Thor was enormous, and it was only a matter of moments before he had forced himself between Loki’s leg’s again, forcing his cock inside him.

“I’ll fucking kill you,” Loki shouted, still thrashing as much as he could.

Thor grabbed him by the wrists, pinning both his hands over his head.  After a bit more wrestling, Thor held both Loki’s hands in one of his, freeing the other to pin Loki down at the hips.  This time, there was no rising lust.  Only fear and pain and hatred as Thor fucked him with all his weight, driving him into the mattress.

“Stop this!” Loki shouted, barely able to hold back tears.

The only sound Thor made were desperate, greedy grunts as he continued to fuck Loki, driving himself as deep as he could.  Still, Loki fought back, thrashing as hard as he could beneath Thor’s weight.  He lost his fight against his tears, and soon they began rolling down his cheeks.

“Why are you doing this?”

Loki still thrashed, even though it did nothing.  But he had to do something.

“You begged me for it,” Thor said, barely pausing as he continued to take everything from Loki.  “You came to me.”

For a horrible, hateful moment, Loki knew he was right.  And that made him fight back with renewed anger.  But still, Thor held him down, pinning him beneath his massive weight.  Still, he fucked him as hard and as fast as he could, even as Loki fought beneath him.  He could no longer hold back anything, and he sobbed and wailed beneath Thor.  But still, he fought back, even though Thor had already won.

“Please stop,” he said, struggling to speak around his own heaving sobs.  “No!”

Thor didn’t stop.

“You said it yourself already,” he said, straining as he spoke.  “There’s no point in fighting.”

Loki screamed until his lungs held no more breath, knowing Thor was right.  There was no longer any point in fighting.  Thor’s seed had taken hold, and there was no stopping it.  The fight left Loki then, his entire body dissolving into heaving sobs that tore the breath from his lungs.  Even as Thor spilled again inside him, keeping Loki pinned to the bed, all he could do was continue to cry.  Thor held him there, but there was no point.  The seed had been planted.  There was no taking it back.

Finally, Thor rolled off him, and all Loki could do was roll onto his side and bring his knees back to his chest.  His entire body trembled and shook as he wept, both in grief and in terror.  He didn’t know what he would do; what he could do.  Thor had taken everything from him.

Even when Thor slapped him on the ass again, Loki didn’t move.

“I told you,” Thor said as he got back up.  “Whores give birth to bastards.  You aren’t the first to have mine.”

As he left, Loki could only wail again.

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no brother of mine: Thor

Loki did not make any appearances for nearly two full days after leaving Thor’s bed.  And when he did, he wore his anger on display.  It did not take much imagination for Thor to work out why Loki had disappeared for so long, or why he finally returned in such a mood.

But he returned in his own form, and brought with him a deep stab of jealousy.  That Thor’s seed still had not taken could only mean that something was wrong.  Whether it was a fault within Loki, or a fault within Thor, he wasn’t sure.  But he had an idea.  He always left Loki after taking him.  In leaving Loki alone and unattended, there was no telling what he was doing in secret that kept getting in Thor’s way.  Clearly, Loki was the problem, as he always was.

And as he continued to be.  He avoided Thor as much as possible, making appearances only when there were no excuses to be made.  Even on the rare occasions when he did deign to be seen within the Great Hall, he did so as himself.  Weeks dragged on, and Loki refused to show himself as Thor wanted him.  Loki kept Thor waiting, and as time passed, Thor’s patience waned.  Loki would not keep Thor from getting what he wanted.  Thor knew he must have been taking his cunt elsewhere, giving it to other men who did not deserve it.  That was why he did not make appearances in the Great Hall as often.

Thor returned to his drug, finding a new way to mask it.  He did not want Loki’s body heavy and unresponsive.  Not after he had woken to find Loki greedily riding him, finally giving in.  He clearly still needed that push, but Thor knew now he would no longer resist.  But he would also be wary, and Thor had to get past his defenses.  If he suspected anything, he would only slip further and further away, denying both of them what they craved.

Testing the drug was tricky.  Thor could cautiously taste it, licking just a small drop from his fingers, but it was difficult to know if it would be effective without taking enough to risk driving himself mad.  He couldn’t taste the harsh, bitter sting on his finger, but that wasn’t enough to know.  He tried the drug first on Fandral, slipping a small amount into his wine and watching what came next.  Fandral drank without pause, which meant the taste had at least been masked.  Then Thor watched as some discomfort slowly overcame him.  Soon, Fandral overstepped with the girl on his lap, groping her right there in front of everyone.  She punched him hard in the jaw, knocking both of them from the bench.  Then, they both ran off in opposite directions, and Thor knew the drug had worked.

Thor kept a vial full of the drug on him, waiting for Loki to make himself seen.  When he finally appeared again, predictably wearing his natural form, Thor poured the entire vial into a cup and sent it off with a servant.  In this form, Loki’s guard was down completely.  He took the wine and drank it, utterly unaware.  Thor kept his distance and watched, looking for the first sign that his plan would work.  He watched as Loki shifted and squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, hit finally by the realisation of what was happening.

“Fuck!” Loki shouted, slamming his fist on the table.

Everyone turned to look at him, but he was already on his feet and heading out of the hall.  For a moment, Thor thought to follow him.  He knew that if he followed, Loki would submit and do as Thor pleased.  But he had other thoughts.  Instead, Thor went to his own chambers, already growing hard with anticipation.  He got comfortable on his bed, slowly taking himself in hand so he would be ready.  He knew Loki’s options would be few, and that he would do anything to avoid embarrassing himself further.  He would have to explain, to anyone he sought out, that he would not be sated so long as the drug flowed through his veins.  And his hand, in whichever form he chose, would not be enough.  He would not be able to sleep, so overcome with his own lust.  He would need to be completely and thoroughly exhausted.

Still, he lasted longer than Thor had expected.  It was several hours before a knock finally sounded at Thor’s door.  Thor took his time getting up, acting as though he had no reason at all to expect visitors.  When he opened the door, he found Loki on the other side, his entire body trembling as he struggled to hold himself together.  He came as a woman, but not in a gown.  He wore a tunic and breeches, both dishevelled and hastily put together, with a fury on his face that was impossible to miss.

“You did this,” Loki said, panting heavily.

Thor looked him over, trying to restrain himself.  He could take Loki right there in the doorway, and he knew Loki would not resist.  But Loki had to come to him.

“What would you have me do about it?” Thor asked.

Loki stood tense, his hand clenched into tight fists at his sides.  He breathed heavily and shakily as he glared at Thor.  Each moment they stood silent, neither speaking as they stared at one another, Thor could see Loki struggle that much harder to keep himself composed.  When it became clear Loki was going to say nothing, and only stand there and stare, Thor started to close the door between them.  Before he could, Loki stepped forward, blocking the door with his hand.  He trembled, completely out of control, his jaw clenched hard against any sound he might have made.  Thor maintained his own calm exterior, fighting a quiet battle of his own.  Watching Loki slowly come undone without even being touched was everything he wanted, and he could only think of all the things he wanted to do.

Loki broke first and shoved his way through the door and past Thor, pulling off his tunic to bear his breasts.  Thor watched him tremble as he still tried to resist his own urges, even though he knew what they both wanted.

“Get over here and fix what you’ve done,” Loki said, his voice shaky and uneven.

Thor could no longer resist what had been handed to him.  He moved quickly to crowd Loki, all but shoving him over to the long table in the middle of the chamber.  Turning Loki to face it, Thor bent him over it, holding him down so his ass stuck in the air.  Loki didn’t fight back or struggle, even as Thor reached around to unlace his breeches and pull them down, revealing the sticky, wet mess between Loki’s legs.  Loki quickly stepped out of them, freeing his legs to open even wider so Thor could take him.  Thor wondered how many times Loki had brought himself off, in either form, before finally giving in and coming to him.  Thor plunged his fingers into Loki’s cunt, drawing a loud cry from him.  Loki arched his back into Thor’s touch as he pressed as deep as he could reach, feeling Loki’s heat and desire.  Thor fucked Loki with his fingers, watching as he writhed and moaned, utterly giving in.  Thor teased out every desperate and greedy little noise he could, watching as Loki bucked against him.  With his fingers deep inside Loki’s cunt, and his thumb on Loki’s clit, Thor brought him to a heaving, shuddering climax.  Loki cried out, high and heady, as it racked his entire body.  As Loki panted and heaved against the table, Thor pulled his fingers away and drove his cock deep, drawing out another shout from Loki.  Loki grabbed onto the table, bracing himself as Thor fucked him as hard as he could.  With his hands on Loki’s waist, he was able to get as much leverage as he could.  He didn’t have to hold Loki down or fight back.  He could take what he wanted.  And what he wanted was Loki beneath him, desperately taking every last bit of Thor’s cock and craving more.

Thor tried to hold himself back, panting loudly as he resisted spilling as long as he could.  He slowed down to a languid pace, trying to savour the moment.  Loki bucked beneath him, rubbing his cunt and ass against Thor and trying to fuck himself harder.  

“Stop teasing,” Loki said breathlessly. 

He trembled beneath Thor, gripping the table hard.  Thor put his hand between Loki’s shoulders, holding him there as he continued his slow motions, nearly pulling all the way out before sinking himself back in again.  Loki began to whine desperately beneath him, fighting not against being held down, but against Thor’s pace.  He rolled his hips against Thor, trying to move up onto the table a bit higher, but Thor used all of his weight to hold him in place.  Loki trembled beneath him, his desperate whines turning almost into soft sobs as he tried to take more.  Still, Thor took his time, slowly drawing himself in and out again, watching his cock disappear inside Loki’s cunt.

Then, Loki moved and brought his hand between his own legs.  Before he could touch himself, Thor grabbed him by the wrists, pinning him back to the table.  Now, Loki sobbed openly, his entire body trembling and writhing beneath Thor.  Thor continued to fuck him slowly, watching Loki wordlessly beg for more.  He had been broken, fully and completely.  He came to Thor, and now he was at Thor’s mercy.

“Please,” Loki said, trying to move up onto the table again.  “Fuck me already.”

He was trembling so hard, Thor wondered if he might fall apart at the seams.  Instead of bowing to Loki’s request, he pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip of his cock inside Loki.  He held himself still, watching as Loki did everything he could to take more of it.  Pinned to the table, Loki could only buck and writhe, fucking the air.  He moved wrong, and Thor’s cock fell out completely, and Loki sobbed again.  He kept fucking the air, trembling and heaving beneath Thor’s grip.  He was broken, and Thor wanted to drive him mad.  He held Loki there, watching the tears fall from his eyes as his cunt dripped fluid down his legs.  Soon, he could only tremble beneath Thor, and that’s when Thor took him again.  He let go of Loki’s wrists, taking hold of his hips once more and pulling their bodies together.  They both cried out, though Loki could not seem to stop himself.  He held himself against the table, arching his hips against Thor so that with each thrust, he nearly screamed out.  Thor could feel him tensing beneath him as he rode out his climax, finally collapsing onto the table.  He panted hard, unable to catch his breath as Thor continued to fuck him, driving himself as deep as he could.  Soon, Loki began to respond again, leaning into Thor as he spilled, crying out loudly as well.  Thor held Loki on his cock, even as Loki continued to try to fuck him.  Once every last drop of seed had been planted, Thor stepped away, leaving Loki alone on the table.

“Wait,” Loki said, panting.

He brought his knee up onto the table, spreading his cunt and making room for his own hand.  Thor watched as Loki took himself, dragging his fingers over his clit and entrance, but not entering.  He fucked his own hand, grinding against it as he keened and moaned desperately for more.  Every part of Loki was a mess, and Thor wanted to see the parts that were hidden.  He stepped forward again, grabbing onto Loki and rolling him onto his back.  Loki barely paused, still fucking himself with his hand, his tits heaving as he panted heavily.

Thor grabbed Loki by the wrists again, pulling his hands away and pinning them back to the table.  He stood between Loki’s legs, his cock already hard again as Loki rolled his hips against him.  Both their fluids dripped from his cunt, spreading a sticky mess down Loki’s thighs and onto Thor’s stomach.  As much as he wanted to enjoy the view, Thor wanted even more to replace the seed that was already lost.  Holding Loki against the table, he drove his cock deep, no longer caring about whether or not Loki was getting his.  Loki would want him for a long time to come, and Thor had a mission he still had not completed.  Loki had admitted his desires, but he still had not been completely and utterly humiliated.  Thor fucked him, holding him down and nipping at whatever skin he could reach with his mouth.  Even as Loki cried out and arched into him, Thor took Loki’s cunt only for himself.  The table lurched and scraped along the floor, causing Thor to have to chase after Loki each time he drove himself into that cunt.  Loki was so wet, and so open for him that Thor nearly pulled himself completely out more than once.  Each time he did, he made up for it by driving himself even deeper, causing both of them to shout and moan loudly.

Thor spilled inside Loki again, both of their bodies trembling together as he pressed all his weight down.  Still, Loki continued to fuck him, whimpering desperately.  Rather than give him any more, Thor finally pulled away and moved over to the bed, collapsing onto it and trying to catch his breath.  He expected Loki to follow, but he only rolled back over to lean against the table, hiking himself up so as he took himself in hand, it was trapped between his cunt and the table.  Thor watched him, trembling and writhing as he tried to bring himself off.  It was difficult to tell whether he was successful or not.  Several times, Thor thought Loki had managed it.  He fucked himself harder and faster, crying out, and then slowed for a few moments before picking up speed again.  Each time, Thor could hear a rising desperation in Loki’s voice, and see him trembling even harder as he failed to get what he wanted from his own hand.

“If you want more, you’ll have to come get it,” Thor said, trying to stroke himself back to hardness. 

Loki nodded, but he didn’t get up to move.  He continued to use his hand and the table, rutting against it with one foot on the floor, trying to provide a bit of force.  Twice more he went through the same cycle before bringing himself to shaky feet, completely naked and gleaming with tears and sweat and seed.  There wasn’t a single part of him that was dry.  Still panting loudly, he made his way on unsteady feet over to the bed and collapsed as well, his hand immediately back on his cunt.

He looked over to Thor, his cock still soft in his hand, and groaned loudly.  When Thor made no effort at all to help him from his predicament, Loki again began to take himself with his hand, this time entering himself with his fingers.  Thor watched, stubbornly not touching him as he desperately tried to bring himself to climax.  He wiggled and squirmed on the bed, legs splayed wide open as he bucked and rolled into his own touch.  Panting loudly, Loki arched his back and held his body there as he continued to finger himself.  With a loud groan, his entire body went tense, and then he collapsed back onto the bed as he panted, still unable to catch his breath.

“Why me?” he asked breathlessly.

Thor could tell he still was not sated, but he had done enough to regain some sanity.

“We both know the answer to that question,” Thor said, laughing quietly.

Loki closed his eyes tightly and made a pained noise.  Thor watched him as he began trembling again, resisting his own urges.  He held his hands in tight fists, twisting his body against the blankets.  Slowly, Thor’s cock began to rise again, and he continued to stroke it, once more savouring the view.  He switched hands, freeing himself to reach over to Loki’s body and tease his cunt, barely drawing his fingers over his entrance.  Loki arched into him, wordlessly pleading for more.  It was easy to drive him back into another frenzy, and once he was panting and heaving again, Thor pulled his hand away.

“I told you.  If you want more, you’ll have to take it,” Thor said.

Loki inhaled, deep and sharp, and shook his head.  Then, he sat up and rolled over to straddle Thor, grinding against him without taking his cock inside him.

“I’ll fucking kill you for this,” he said.

Thor let go of his cock, letting Loki rise and take it.  Seeing Loki on top of him, taking what he wanted without protest was almost too much.  He grabbed onto Loki’s, trying to slow him down, but Loki would not be tamed.  He braced his weight against Thor’s shoulders and fucked him hard, riding his cock so hard the entire bed lurched in time with his motions.  Thor quickly spilled inside him, holding on tight around his waist and crying out in surprise, but Loki didn’t stop.  He growled and moaned as he rutted against Thor, arching himself against his cock as it slowly softened.

“You absolute bastard,” Loki growled, fucking him even harder, even as there was nothing left to fuck.

Thor’s cock fell out of him, but Loki kept going, shifting himself so he rutted against Thor’s body.  He began trembling hard again, his entire body shaking with need as Thor failed to keep up.

Loki sobbed in desperation, pulling their bodies closer as he rode against nothing.  Rather than helping with his hands or his mouth, Thor allowed Loki to wallow in this misery, trying to move with him despite having nothing left to give.  Loki paused long enough only to reach between them and move Thor’s cock so that even soft, he could rut against it.  It quickly became too much, and before Loki could get any further, Thor shoved him off, dumping him onto the bed.

“Even you ought to know better than that,” Thor said.

Loki whined, letting himself fall back onto the bed.  While Loki fought against his own urges, Thor got up and headed into his bath chamber.

“Stay or go,” he said.  “It’s your choice.”

He listened to Loki’s continued desperate cries as he locked himself away, taking time to clean himself of their mess.  But he knew Loki wouldn’t flee.  Thor had given him twice the dose he had before, without anything to counteract it.  He knew Loki would be too ashamed to take his sorry display anywhere else, and was not surprised to find Loki once more taking himself in hand on Thor’s bed, with one of the blankets bunched up between his legs to give himself something more to rut against.  Thor stood back and watched as Loki made a mess of himself and Thor’s bed, growling through his teeth as he fucked his hand against the mattress and blanket.  Thor wanted to see what it looked like to watch Loki get fucked like this, but the thought of another man taking Loki’s cunt before his seed took filled him with jealousy. 

Thor slowly approached him, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over so he could see Loki’s fingers, buried deep inside himself.

“You truly are a whore,” Thor said.

Loki nodded, whining quietly.

“You make such a mess this way,” Thor said, reaching out to stroke the curve of Loki’s ass.  “Surely you’d prefer someone bouncing on that cock of yours?”

Loki shook his head, and Thor wasn’t sure whether he was surprised or not.  Loki never had been much of a man, and Thor suspected that even when he did take another to bed as one, he still preferred to be fucked like a woman.  Taking this form surely only broadened the available pool of men to choose from.  Thor thought about fucking Loki’s mouth again, or even his ass just to see what it felt like, but he could do all that later.  He would save it for when he knew his seed had not been wasted.  Instead, he climbed back up into bed and settled back under what was available from the blankets, knowing that as long as Loki were in his bed, he would keep the form he wore.

“You can see to yourself,” Thor said, rolling over.

Loki groaned loudly, shifting the entire bed as he kept trying to get himself off.  It kept Thor from sleeping, as every time he thought Loki might have finally had enough and worn himself out, he only started up again.  He could feel Loki shifting around behind him, and once more wondered what it looked like to watch him get fucked by another.  Despite the jealousy, the thought of Fandral, or Hogun, or any of the other faceless men who came or went, fucking Loki and making him scream slowly brought Thor’s cock to attention.  He languidly stroked it, imagining that the sounds Loki made behind him were because he was getting fucked by someone he didn’t want to get fucked by.  He wanted to see Loki cry, tears rolling down his cheeks not in desperation, but in fear and in pain.  Thor had seen it before, and the thought of it became enough for him to roll back over.

“On your back,” he said, reaching over to Loki.

Loki obeyed, hot and sticky and trembling.  Thor got on top of him, pausing to look at his body.  He knew what Loki craved, but he also knew what Loki feared.  Loki had done everything in his power to avoid it, but now Thor would not allow him that.

“You’re a whore,” Thor said.

“I’m a whore,” Loki said.

“And whores give birth to bastards,” Thor said.

Loki looked up at him, and for a moment Thor could see that fear in his eyes.  When Thor drove his cock back into Loki’s cunt, he cried out loudly, his hands trying to push Thor away while his hips rolled against him.

“No,” Loki said, his voice strained.

“I’ll have you every night,” Thor said, holding nothing back.

Loki fought beneath him, but not enough.  Thor held him down, imagining the swell of Loki’s belly beneath him.  Loki would never be able to show his face in public again.  He would be Thor’s, and Thor’s alone.  Thor thought that once the seed had took, he might invite others to fuck Loki, so he could see what it looked like when Loki fought back.

“Please don’t do this,” Loki said, his voice straining against his own lust.

Despite his protests, he stopped fighting back.  He let himself go, rolling his body against Thor even as the knowledge of what he was doing washed over his face.  Thor squeezed his tits and raked his nails over Loki’s skin, and still he took everything from Thor.  He rolled into him, rutting against him as he strained against his own voice.  Once more, Thor finished, pumping his seed deep into Loki’s womb with a loud cry.  As he stilled, Loki continued to rut against him.  Then, Loki threw his weight against him, taking Thor off-guard as he managed to roll Thor off of him.  But rather than fleeing, Loki was again on top of him, tears in his eyes as he fucked Thor, bringing his cock hard again.  With his weight on Thor’s chest, Loki heaved and sobbed, biting his lip as he rode him hard and fast.  He couldn’t fight back.  He couldn’t even stop himself.  Thor let Loki take him like this, watching and listening as his quiet desperation grew louder.  His tears didn’t stop, even as his sobs turned to needy moans and grunts as he rode Thor into the mattress.  He rutted until climax, crying out as it took him, and pausing long enough for Thor to feel him trembling on top of him.  For a moment, Thor thought Loki would get up and flee, but he started moving again, making one pained, desperate sound before biting back on it once more. 

“You’re a monster,” Loki said, his voice heavy and thick as he moved on Thor’s cock.  “I hate you.  I’ll kill you.”

Thor had heard it before, and knew Loki’s words held no bite.  He held tight to Loki’s waist, letting him ride himself to climax again.  Thor waited to see if he was done, but this time he resisted, though his entire body still trembled.  Thor rolled them over again, this time wrestling Loki back to the bed and pinning Loki down on his stomach.  Wrenching Loki around, Thor lifted his ass into the air so his cunt was exposed, and without waiting, drove his cock into Loki so hard he cried out in pain.  Thor wanted to make this last, but he finished quickly, spilling inside Loki’s cunt once more before letting go and falling back onto the bed.

“No more tonight,” Thor said.  “Go to sleep.”

Loki whined, a pained little sound, as Thor rolled back over.  He fell asleep almost instantly before Loki could start up again and keep him awake.  He didn’t know how long he slept before Loki woke him again though, sprawled out between Thor’s legs, his hand on his cunt and his mouth on Thor’s cock.  He moaned and whined with his mouth full, writhing against the mattress as he took what he wanted and brought himself off with his hands.  Thor brought his hand down to Loki’s face tracing his jaw up to his ear, before his mind caught up with him.  Before Loki could waste any seed, Thor grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away, freeing his cock.  Loki whined again, still writhing between his knees.

Furious, but hardly surprised, Thor settled himself back against his pillow.

“Get up here and finish what you’ve started,” he said.

Loki wasted little time.  He was on top of Thor almost at once, and Thor could feel him soaked in fluids, sticky and hot, and making a mess everywhere.  Too tired to do anything else, Thor let Loki ride him, resting his hands lazily on his waist.  He didn’t think he had any seed left to spill, but Loki rutted against him anyway, riding his cock with his entire body.  For the first time, Thor worried he might have given Loki too much of the drug.  He watched Loki moving above him, his frustration and desperation growing.  Not even Thor’s cock seemed enough now.  The growls and grunts coming from Loki weren’t of pleasure and release, but anger and rage.  It was an anger and rage Thor was beginning to share.  It did not take long for pleasure to give way to discomfort, and again Thor shoved Loki off of him.

“Enough,” Thor said.  “Wake me again and you’ll regret it.”

Loki whimpered quietly and rolled over.  Eventually, Thor’s cock began to soften and he fell back asleep, furious with himself and with Loki.  When he woke again, it was to the sun shining through the terrace.  He rolled over, finding Loki asleep as well, though barely.  His entire body trembled as he slept above the blankets, but Thor doubted it was from the cold.  He rolled over, taking Loki’s breast in hand, feeling the weight of it.  He imagined Loki’s breasts swelling as well, and what they would feel like in his hand heavy with milk.

His cock was quick to rise at the thought, and rested and ready to go again, Thor thought he might give Loki a taste of his own medicine.  Loki was still sticky and wet, and on his side he was easy for Thor to take.  Thor fucked him slowly and languidly, one hand on his tit and the other bracing himself against the bed.  Loki moaned in his sleep and rolled into Thor, making it clear that he was still gripped by the drug.  Even asleep, he began to rut against the air as Thor fucked him from behind, picking up pace when Thor would not.  When Loki finally woke, it was with a loud gasp.  He stilled for a moment, dropping his hand to Thor’s on his breast.  For a moment, he tried to push Thor’s hand away, but then he pulled it tighter instead, arching himself onto Thor’s cock and shifting to allow better access to his cunt.  He rocked against Thor, trying to push their bodies together to take Thor even deeper.  Still tired and hazy, Thor continued his lazy pace, even as Loki’s entire body begged for more.  He whined and whimpered, squeezing Thor’s hand against his breast, and using his other on his clit where Thor’s cock couldn’t reach from this angle.  Thor bit down on his neck, drawing forth a loud cry, and hearing it was enough to make Thor spill his seed once more.  He held Loki there, their bodies close, and even as Loki continued to buck and writhe against him, Thor allowed his cock to fall out of Loki’s cunt.

“Go clean yourself up,” Thor said.  “You’re a mess.”

He slapped Loki on the ass as he sat up, drawing a sharp, startled cry from him.  After a moment, Loki got up and made his way to the bath chamber on shaky legs.  While he was gone, Thor took the time to strip the blankets and furs from the bed, baring the mattress.  He put on a tunic long enough to cover his cock, and called for a servant to replace the bedding.  By the time the bedding had been replaced, and breakfast brought, Loki had finally finished cleaning himself up.  He was still naked and trembling, so Thor tossed him the tunic he’d worn the night before.

“Eat,” Thor said, pointing to the food on the table.  “And if you can behave yourself, I’ll give you what you want.”

Nodding, Loki pulled the tunic on and sat down.  Thor watched as he squirmed in his seat, barely touching anything before him.  Thor took his time, eating his breakfast and drinking his ale, wondering how much longer the drug would keep its hold over Loki.

Once he had his fill, Thor pulled Loki from his seat and shoved him down to the floor.  He could see the pain and confusion on Loki’s face, and did not give him a chance to recover before taking him right there.  Loki briefly resisted, but it was fleeting, and soon he moved along with Thor on the cold, stone ground, desperate and needy all over again.  Once Thor got him going, he soon became overcome once more, unable to stop.  Thor left him on the floor after he once more filled Loki with seed, ignoring him while he tried to find release from his own hand.  He left Loki like that for a while, lazing about and making sure he did nothing to corrupt Thor’s hard work.  When it seemed like Loki was running out of steam, Thor dragged him onto the bed and took him again, continuing the cycle throughout the day.  He took Loki as many times as his cock would rise for it, even as Loki became less willing.  He started to fight back, not just against the drug but against Thor, but it was fleeting and didn’t take much to get him wanting more again.  When Thor called for supper to be brought to his chambers, he slipped more of his drug into Loki’s wine, careful to be sure not to use the entire vial this time.  It was enough to get Loki muddled and helpless once more, and Thor kept him like that.  Loki cried when Thor fucked him, though whether in frustration, or pain, or fear, he didn’t care.  The drug kept him in Thor’s chambers, and Thor made good on his promise to fill him with seed until it took.  Loki had long since stopped fighting back, his entire body wrecked and exhausted.  Night fell again, and Loki had not changed his shape, or worked any magic that Thor had seen.  He simply hadn’t the time.

Eventually, Loki fell asleep, despite the drug still coursing through his veins.  Thor watched him, breathing shallowly and unevenly, his breasts barely concealed beneath the tunic he still wore.  Thor climbed on top of him, watching his face as he slipped his cock inside him once more.  There was no resistance.  No fighting back.  Just Loki, open and ready and waiting for more.  He breathed more heavily as Thor fucked him, taking his time to enjoy this moment without having to worry about Loki’s needy cunt craving more.  He nipped and kissed the exposed flesh along Loki’s neck, and slid his hand beneath Loki’s tunic to fondle and squeeze his breast.  Loki made tiny little noises, deep in his throat, but he did not stir.  He lay spread out beneath Thor, his for the taking.  When Thor finished inside him, there was no rising moment of panic as Loki’s senses momentarily returned. 

Loki’s exhaustion was such that Thor was able to take him twice more through the night before he woke.  As he did, Loki was slow to come back to himself.  Then, suddenly, he tensed beneath Thor, and tried to push him off.  Thor held him down, one hand on his waist, and the other holding onto Loki’s wrist.

“Don’t,” Thor warned, pinning Loki down with all his weight.

He thrust his cock hard into Loki, making him gasp loudly.  Then again, and again.  The drug was wearing off again, but Thor knew he didn’t need it for Loki to want him.  He needed it to keep Loki where he was, unable to convince himself to flee.  Thor held him down, fucking him hard, and soon Loki began to respond, moving his body with Thor’s.  He began moaning and panting beneath him, and as he relaxed, Thor released his grip, freeing himself to find more leverage.  He made sure he brought Loki to climax, watching as shame and need mixed on his face as he cried out.  Only then, did Thor fully let go, allowing himself to spill inside Loki once more.  Still pinning Loki down, Thor drew a trail of nips and nibbles across Loki’s neck.  He could feel Loki tense beneath him, but did not stop, taking what he wanted from Loki’s body.

Finally, he got up, leaving Loki on the bed.  Without a word, he headed toward the bath chamber to once again clean up.  He worked quickly, not wanting Loki to leave before he could send for more wine, so he could slip Loki more of the drug.  When he came back out, still wearing his ruined tunic, he found Loki sitting up on the bed, arms wrapped around his knees and holding them close to his chest.  He stared across the room, drawing Thor’s attention in that direction, but he saw nothing.

“You can’t still want more?” Thor asked.

Loki shook his head in quick, short motions.

“Then what?” Thor asked.

Loki bit his lip and inhaled sharply through his nose, giving Thor the distinct impression that he was trying not to weep.  Twice, he licked his lips and tried to speak before he was finally able to form words.

“I can’t change,” he said.

It took Thor a moment to realise what Loki meant.  Then, suddenly, he realised his suspicions had been correct all along.  Loki had been preventing Thor’s seed from taking hold.  Now, sitting in Thor’s bed in the early, pre-dawn light, Loki was full of Thor’s seed in a way that mattered.  It had taken two full nights, but finally his seed had taken.  The thought made Thor’s lust stir all over again.

“Why might that be?” Thor asked, stepping close to the bed.

Loki looked up at him, shaking his head again.

“No,” he said.

Thor didn’t care.  He was on the bed and pushing Loki down before Loki could even start to move away.

“No!” Loki shouted, trying to fight back.

Thor held him down, forcing himself between Loki’s legs.  Even as Loki kicked and thrashed, Thor was able to bury himself in Loki’s cunt.

“I’ll fucking kill you,” Loki shouted, trying to kick and punch.

Thor grabbed Loki’s wrists and held them down over his head.  He managed to get both of Loki’s wrists in one hand, freeing the other to hold him down at the hips.  Loki was his, and only his.  Thor fucked him with his entire body, throwing himself against Loki.

“Stop this!” Loki shouted, tears on the edge of his voice.

Though he fought, his cunt was still wet and open, offering little resistance.  Thor ignored Loki’s attempts to fight back, holding him down with his weight as he drove himself as deep into Loki as he could.

“Why are you doing this?” Loki shouted, still thrashing beneath him.

“You begged me for it,” Thor said through his teeth.  “You came to me.”

Loki froze beneath him for just a moment before thrashing even harder.  Still Thor held him down, taking his entire body.  His seed had already taken, but now he needed Loki to know who he belonged to.  Loki cried out beneath him, his growls slowly becoming messy sobs.  Even as tears ran down his face, he still fought back, and it drove Thor to madness.  As much as he wanted Loki to admit that he craved Thor’s cock, he wanted to see Loki completely ruined as well.  Ruined and broken, and utterly beyond repair.  And it was exactly what Thor got from him. 

“Please stop,” Loki begged, sobbing openly.  “No!”

“You said it yourself already,” Thor said, struggling to speak around the effort of holding Loki in place.  “There’s no point in fighting.”

Thor held him down with everything he had, spilling his seed within Loki so hard, he saw white.  He cried out, arching his back into Loki, holding Loki down on his cock.  Loki still cried beneath him, though he had stopped fighting back.  Even as Thor rolled off, Loki only rolled onto his side, his entire body shaking.  Not with lust.  Thor knew Loki was afraid.  Afraid of what would happen, and of what had happened.

Thor slapped him on the ass again.

“I told you,” he said, getting up.  “Whores give birth to bastards.  You aren’t the first to have mine.”

He left Loki where he was, trembling and sobbing on the bed, while he went to clean up properly and prepare for his day.

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no brother of mine

no brother of mine (13,946 words) by LokiOfSassgaard

Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Thor (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel)
Characters: Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Summary: Thor knows he’s right. Loki only needs a little nudge.

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I have no brother: Loki

Loki’s own words echoed in his head for weeks.  With those few, short words, Thor had won.  With those few, short words, Loki had traded his freedom and peace of mind for uncertainty and tortured dreams, in the hopes that maybe he wouldn’t remember anything.  He had invited Thor into his space, into his body, and he had done so without coercion.  He had said those words not because Thor had done anything to make him say them.  He had said those words because the alternative meant that the next time Thor forced his way into Loki’s hall and raped him, Loki would be awake.  There was no stopping it without taking a step Loki did not think he could take.  If it were inevitable, he might as well be granted the mercy of not having to live through it.  If he was going to wake with the horror of finding himself filled with seed, it was easier to not remember how it had happened.

And yet, it didn’t have to happen at all, and Loki knew this.  Thor did not want him as he was.  In his natural form, Loki was useless for filling Thor’s twisted desires.  He could protect himself by simply not taking the form Thor wanted.  Thor ignored him completely as long as Loki wore his true form, and soon it was as though Loki had no brother at all.  A dark, open void spanned between them, and Loki hated it.  He had lost Thor to whatever madness this was, and he did not know how to fix it, or even that he should.  Another part of him thought that Thor hadn’t been overcome by some madness, but that he wasn’t Thor at all.  Some other monster was wearing his face, and had come to Asgard just to torture Loki.  But if that were the case, this impostor played the role well.  He behaved as Thor in every other way, took on his duties, laughed with his friends.  But something sinister changed in him as soon as Loki gave in to his own desires.

Loki ignored those desires for as long as he could, but a growing need eventually overtook him.  If he hid, it only meant Thor had won.  If he hid, it only meant he was too weak to defend himself properly.

If he hid, he thought he might slowly go insane.

Loki knew what would happen if he appeared in the great hall in a gown.  But this time, he was determined to stand his ground.  He would not let Thor get away with this.  Loki harmed no one with his actions, and Thor had no right to stop him.  Loki made sure he had a blade ready, tucked away and concealed by magic.  He did not want to use it on his own brother, but he would if that’s what it came to.  He put himself together, doing his hair and wearing a simple but revealing gown, and went to the great hall with the sole intention of simply being seen.  He flirted and toyed with men, but he had no intention of taking any of them to his bed that night.  He wanted Thor to see him; to see that he had not got the better of Loki.  And when he was certain Thor had got the message, he would leave.

He wasn’t sure where in the crowd Thor had been hiding, and had been so focused on checking every corner and dark shadow that he hadn’t truly seen what he was looking for.  Somehow, Thor snuck up on him.  Loki watched with horror as Thor sat beside him, setting a cup on the table with plain intent.  The cup which no doubt held the drug Loki had told him to use.

Loki refused to touch it.  He stared at Thor, frozen in place.  He knew he should run.  He could take up his knife and put it between him and Thor.  And then Thor nudged the cup closer, and Loki knew he was weak.  He knew he would not be able to do what he needed to do if he wished to escape this torture.

“Ah,” he said.

The man he’d been flirting with got up, quickly leaving the two of them alone, and Loki had no one left to protect him.  He should not have needed protection, especially from his own brother.  As much as he’d wanted to believe that this cruel monster wasn’t his brother, Loki knew better.  And worse, he had told Thor to use the drug on him, and then put himself into such a position where the drug could be used.  Hating himself, but hating even more the thought of what would happen if he didn’t take the drug, Loki picked up the cup and drank from it, finding it bitter and harsh on his tongue.

“You’ve done something different,” he said, putting the cup, still half full, back on the table.

“Nothing you should worry about,” Thor said.

Loki looked down at the cup in his fingers, wondering why he was too weak to defend himself.  He had a dozen other options, and yet he had fully submitted to Thor in the name of making things easier for himself.

“Finish it or not.  It’s your choice,” Thor said.

He slid his hand down Loki’s back in a parody of sensual affection.  Fighting the urge to do something to stop it, Loki held himself still and wondered what would happen if he didn’t finish the wine.  Then, Thor’s hand moved from his back, and onto his thigh, and Loki knew exactly what would happen.  He would be aware enough to know what was happening, but not aware enough to fight it.  He had asked Thor to put him to sleep so he was not aware, and he did not remember.  Praying he would forget all of it, Loki picked up the wine and swallowed the rest in one gulp, fighting against his body’s urge to reject it.  Whatever Thor had done differently, Loki was certain he would find out sooner or later.

He stayed where he was, silent and unmoving as Thor molested his body.  He allowed Thor to tease his cunt through his gown, afraid of what Thor might do if Loki resisted him.  Loki ignored the way his body reacted to Thor’s touch, staring straight ahead and letting Thor do as he pleased to avoid drawing attention to the two of them.  Even as he grew too tired to keep himself upright, Loki resisted giving Thor a single reaction.  He would fight back in his own way, for whatever it was worth.

“You seem tired.  We should put you to bed,” Thor said.

What little remained of Loki’s mind was glad Thor had not intended to take him right there in front of everyone.  He allowed Thor to pull him to his feet and guide him out of the hall, grateful that Thor still at least had the decency to rape him in private.  What little remained of his mind also realised they were heading in the wrong direction.  Loki would not be raped in his own bed for once, but he did not know where Thor had intended to take him, and he did not want to find out.  Slowly, he realised he was being taken to Thor’s chambers, and remembered to fight back.  He hadn’t enough strength to fight against Thor’s grip, and was only released once they were both locked inside.  Loki stumbled, barely maintaining his balance, and tried to figure out what his options were.  He had his knife, but still he did not want to use it.  He didn’t think he could.  Not to the extent that he needed to.

“Cry for help if you like.  But you’re the one who followed me here in this form,” Thor said.

His words were slow to process.  Loki looked down at himself, realising it was not just the form he wore that Thor referred to.  His gown was stained from the fluids of his own lust, and any who looked at him would know he had not resisted.  He tried to glare up at Thor, but even his emotions were too dulled by the drug.

“You’re mine,” Thor said, stepping close into Loki’s space.  “And I will have what is mine.”

He unclasped Loki’s gown, but Loki still would not go without what little fight he could muster.  He held his gown up over his chest, keeping himself covered from the thing that was not his brother.  Thor crowded him even more, backing him against the bed until it knocked him off balance and he fell down upon it, too tired and too slow to get back up.  As he tried to glare up at Thor, he realised something was wrong, though he could not tell what.  Though his body was heavy, and his mind full of fog, something was not as it should have been.

When Thor crowded him again and pulled his gown away, Loki gave up on fighting back.  There was no fighting back.  He would only survive by giving Thor what he wanted.  He tried to imagine he was somewhere else as Thor attacked his body with his hands, fondling his breasts and teasing his nipples.  Then, Thor was even closer, forcing Loki further onto the bed and onto his back, completely exposed.  He knew he should have been fighting back.  Instead, he would lie back and accept his fate, because when he didn’t try to fight, Thor didn’t hurt him.  Thor undressed as he leaned over Loki, filling his view as he got naked as well.  Then, he pressed their bodies together, his cock digging hard into Loki’s thigh, but he did not enter his cunt.

At least, not with his cock.  It was his hand he used this time, and when he dragged his fingers over Loki’s entrance, it sent a startling and undeniable shock of pleasure through Loki’s body.  He inhaled sharply, taken by surprise at how much he wanted more.  Thor entered him with his fingers, and Loki fought against everything he could to keep still.   This was Thor, his brother, on top of him and inside of him, and even though the thought made Loki sick with despair, his body wanted more.  He tried to be still and be quiet, but he quickly lost control of his body and rolled into Thor’s touch, aching for more.  A desperate moan escaped his lips, and then Thor’s hand was gone.

“It’s so much easier when we don’t fight,” Thor said.

He had done this somehow.  The change in the drink.  Loki remembered the bitterness as a burning lust rose in him, craving any touch he could get.  Then, Thor’s mouth was on his cunt, and he could not stop himself from crying out as he tried to feel more.  He tried to push Thor away with his legs, squeezing them shut as he pushed Thor away, but even as he tried to escape, his body rolled against Thor, seeking out more of his tongue.  Angry at his own betrayal, and ashamed at how deeply he wanted more, Loki continued to try to hold himself still.  But with each moment that passed as Thor fucked him with his tongue, he craved more.  He panted heavily, quiet whimpers he could not silence encouraging Thor further, and put every ounce he had left into not giving in completely.

When Thor pulled himself away, wiping his beard dry, he left Loki frustrated and confused.  Loki couldn’t look at him.  He looked anywhere but at Thor as his body yearned for more.  He needed to escape, but all he could do was writhe on the bed as every sensation against his skin sent electric shocks through him.  Thor touched him with his hands again, teasing Loki’s cunt with his fingers, but not entering.  Despite everything, Loki’s hips bucked forward, trying to draw him in and take what he could.

“Tell me,” Thor said.

He continued to tease, barely touching Loki’s cunt.  Loki wanted more, and slowly was losing the ability to resist.  But Thor had not drugged him enough.  He would resist as long as he could.

“I won’t do any more unless you ask,” Thor said.

Loki hated him.  A pathetic whine escaped him as he continued to resist, closing his eyes against the vision before him.  Perhaps, maybe, if he could not see it, it would not be real.  Even as his body disobeyed him and tried to take Thor’s fingers, he refused to give in.

“Or I can leave you right here,” Thor said.

That broke him.  Loki thought he might go insane, mad with lust and unable to do anything about it.  He wondered if it would kill him.

“Please,” he said finally, allowing himself to surrender.  He stopped fighting, and let his body do as it damn well pleased.  “I… Please.”

He hated everything, even as he tried to fuck himself on Thor’s fingers.  He didn’t try to stop the desperate noises coming from him, or to still himself against his desire to take Thor into his body.

“Please what?” Thor asked. 

Loki could hear the desperation in his own voice, and for a moment thought he might be able to outlast Thor.  That maybe if he said nothing, Thor would take him anyway, and he wouldn’t have to humiliate himself by begging for it.

And then Thor brushed his knuckles against Loki’s cunt, and his resolve broke completely.

“Take me,” Loki said finally.

Loki had expected Thor’s fingers.  Instead, Thor was on top of him again, shoving his cock deep inside him.  Loki gasped at the sudden intrusion and the fullness, hating himself for wanting even more.  He pressed himself into Thor, trying to take his brother as deep as he could, no long even caring it was his own brother’s cock that filled him.  He couldn’t move against Thor as he wanted to, only able to roll against him as Thor took him slowly, tortuously, still denying him true pleasure and release.  Loki wanted more.  He needed more.  But as long as he had control over his mind, he would not say it.  His body could do as it pleased, because Thor had already enchanted him with drug.  But his mind was his own, and as long as he could ignore what was being done to him, he might not go completely mad.

Thor fucked him, claiming his body with his hands and mouth.  He took Loki’s breast and squeezed, and bit the flesh on his neck, only fuelling Loki’s lust.

“I’ll keep you here all night,” Thor said, his words a vague noise in Loki’s ears.  “And soon every night.  You’ll carry my sons and be mine.”

Loki remembered, suddenly and violently, what was being done to him.  Even as his body tried to take Thor deeper, he tried to protest Thor’s words, but all that came out was a pathetic whimper.  He tried to shove Thor off of him, but his arms would not obey his commands.  Loki could no longer fight back as Thor dug into him with teeth and nails, marking his body inside and out.

“No more games,” Thor said, his voice a rumble against Loki’s neck.  “And I’ll give you what you want.”

Loki hated himself.  Thor was teasing him in every way, denying him release while threatening his very soul.  He would be tortured no matter what, and the only way to stop it was to give in.  The thought of it made his voice catch in his throat, and he knew his life as he knew it was over.

“Please,” Loki said, trying to take Thor deeper. 

He wasn’t sure if he was begging for more, or begging for it to all stop, and didn’t know what he wanted more.  Then, Thor stopped fucking him, pulling himself out nearly completely until he was just barely inside Loki’s cunt.  Even as Loki tried to force him back in, Thor held himself still, before finally, slowly, burning himself again.

“Please what?” Thor asked.

He pulled himself away again, leaving Loki confused and desperate and hating himself.  He had to give in completely; do the one thing he swore to himself he would not do.

“I need more,” Loki said, desperately trying to take more of what Thor would not give.  “Please.  I need…”

He couldn’t say it.  He wouldn’t, not even as he tried to encourage Thor to move, to fuck him, to take him as he wanted.

“Tell me.  Tell me what you need,” Thor said against Loki’s ear.

“Take me.  All of me.  Please,” Loki said finally, trying to drag his body over Thor’s to better take his cock.

Then, Thor shifted against him and began fucking him the way Loki needed, driving himself into Loki’s cunt so hard it hurt.  Loki had lost all shame and let himself take it, crying out in pain and shame and ecstasy at finally being allowed this, and still needing more.  A rising wave overcame him as he slowly rose to climax, and even as he hated himself for giving in, he hated even more when Thor spilled inside him, crying out loudly as well, and stilled.  Still, Loki moved against him as much as he could, trying to take his cock deeper still to get back to that place he had just been.  But instead of giving him that, Thor pulled all the way out and sat back on his heels, putting what might as well have been an endless distance between them.

Loki could not still himself, even as Thor watched him, his naked body writhing and aching out for more.  Loki kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see, even as he did everything he could to entice Thor to return.

Finally, Thor did, moving his body over Loki’s again.  He didn’t enter Loki with his cock as Loki wanted so desperately, but he teased with his fingers. 

“I know you still resist me,” Thor said.  “You will take my seed, and you will give me a son.”

Even as Loki tried to move so Thor’s fingers would enter him, he shook his head, refusing to give in so completely.  Then Thor pulled his hand away, in what could only be punishment.

“I thought we agreed, no more fighting,” Thor said.

Loki wanted to fight.  He wanted to kick and bite and scream and do everything he could, and he even tried, knowing that Thor would take him again and again and again until his seed took.  Even though his body wanted Thor’s cock, he did not want Thor’s seed.  But as he fought, Thor grabbed both his wrists, pinning them down at his sides and holding him against the bed.

“I am not asking,” he said.

He was on top of Loki again, driving his cock deep inside.  Loki’s body wanted it, craved it, encouraged more, but still Loki cried out in protest, unable to form the words to beg him to stop.

“You never learn,” Thor said.

This was what Loki had tried so hard to avoid by not fighting back.  Now he was being held down, fucked so hard his entire body hurt.  He refused to scream any more, refused to beg, biting down on all even as he began choking back sobs.  Worse, his cunt still wanted more, despite knowing what Thor intended to do with it.  Hot tears rolled down Loki’s cheeks as he tried to once more stop himself from taking pleasure in Thor’s attack.  He felt it building, more and more intense as Thor held him down and fucked him into the mattress.  Hating himself, he cried out loudly as he rode his climax.  His entire body ached with it, and still Thor fucked him, driving him into the mattress so hard he could feel himself moving back against the blankets in time with Thor’s assault.  Then, Thor spilled in him again and collapsed on top of him, and finally it was over.

Loki tried to hold himself still, horrified that he could feel his lust rising again as tears still spilled from his eyes.  Despite everything, his body still craved more.  Thor might not have needed his hands to kill Loki.  Loki would simply die of shame.

Thor rolled off him, giving him room to breathe in the cool air.  Even with Thor settled so close beside him, a reminder of what had been done and of what was still to come, Loki fought against his own urges.  He forced himself to be still, biting his lip and staring straight at the ceiling, but he could tell Thor had seen.  Thor’s hand was on Loki’s breast again, tweaking and toying, and Loki threw everything he could into not responding.  Thor’s hand moved over his body, down his belly, stopping just short of Loki’s cunt.  He could feel Thor’s cock, hard and ready against his thigh, and ached for it.  He wanted to roll over and take it, but he would not allow himself that humiliation.  So he held himself still, but not still enough.  His desire rose beyond what he could control, seeking out pleasure from anywhere he could get it.  He squeezed his thighs together, trying to find release as he fucked the air, eyes screwed shut and jaw clenched tight against anything that might somehow further give him away.

“I think I’ll leave you here,” Thor said, already sitting up.

“No,” Loki said, regretting it as soon as the word left his lips. 

He bit down on it, still trying to find anything he could fuck to relieve this torture.  He could barely breathe from it, and truly thought he would go mad if he was left alone, unable to control his body to even do anything to help himself.

“Don’t,” Loki said, hoping he would die of shame from the words he spoke.  “Not like this.”

“Swear,” Thor said, moving from beside Loki to sit between his knees.  “Swear you will no longer defy me.”

Loki couldn’t.  He refused, even as he tried to move closer to Thor, unable to even roll off of his back.

“Swear, or I will leave you here as you are,” Thor said.

Loki couldn’t take it a moment longer, and nodded.  “I swear,” he said.

He thought Thor might take him again, but he stayed right where he was, further torturing Loki.

“We both know what you crave.  Now say it,” Thor said.

He couldn’t.  He wouldn’t.  He was desperate for it, so he closed his eyes again so he would not have to see Thor’s smug face.

“Fuck me,” he said, barely able to speak.  “I need you to fuck me.”

He thought he would be sick, but it was still not enough.  Thor still had no moved.

“And when I spill my seed inside your womb?” Thor asked.

Thor was not going to let him forget, and between Loki’s sorrow and his lust, he sobbed again.

“I’ll take it,” he said, arching his body toward Thor so badly it hurt.

For a horrible moment, Loki thought Thor would leave him there anyway.  And then, the horror shifted as Thor moved on top of him, not to cover his body to but turn him onto his side and hold him open, straddling one leg while he held the other in the air.  Thor’s cock drove so deep into Loki it hurt; a full-body shock that rocked through him.  He cried out, openly sobbing not just at the pain, but because it did nothing to sate his lust.  Thor grabbed his wrists and pulled him hard, driving Loki into him so that his cock pounded against his insides.  He tried to scream, but his voice caught in his throat as hitched sobs.  Somehow, through it all, he could feel his body rising to it all the same, slowly building to something shameful and awful.  That his body took pleasure from this was some horrible, cruel joke, and that his climax hit him so hard he felt it with his entire body was even worse.  Then, it was done, and all he knew was pain again.  Pain, and shame, and the tears on his face.

He almost didn’t notice when Thor spilled inside him again, only realising when everything had stopped.  His entire body trembled, so far beyond his control he thought he’d never get it back.  He prayed it was over, but Thor wasn’t done.  He started up again, slow, languid motions, pushing his body against Loki’s.  Loki didn’t fight back; he knew better.  He knew that Thor would only hurt him again if he did.  He let Thor take as he pleased, and even let himself succumb to his own rising lust again.  It would never stop, and all Loki could do was accept it.

This time, Thor did not last long enough to bring Loki release.  He spilled quickly, filling Loki with his seed before pulling away again, leaving Loki as he was.  His entire body ached, a confusing medley of sensations that existed entirely at odds with one another.  His face was hot and sticky with tears, but he could not control his arms enough to even dry himself.

Then, Thor left him alone.  Loki couldn’t see him, but he could hear his brother in his bath chamber, cleaning himself up while he left Loki in his own mess.  Loki tried to hold back more tears, not just at the humiliation of it, but at his own lust rising once again to a level that could not be ignored.  He lay on his side, trying to move against the bed, and his own thighs, and anything else for release.  But it only built, driving him quickly mad.  Occasionally he would catch some jolt of pleasure, but it was never enough.

Then, Thor was back.  Loki didn’t know how long he had been gone, and he didn’t care.  He looked at Thor as he sat down on the bed, and then looked away again.  If Thor wasn’t going to help him, he would have to help himself.  He managed to get his hand between his legs, but he hadn’t the finer control he needed to bring himself off.  All he could do was press his hand against his cunt and fuck it, desperately taking anything he could get that might relieve him of this.  But it wasn’t enough.  He couldn’t hold his hand in the right spot, or his body at the right angle, and became so desperate he wanted to cry all over again.

“Look at you,” Thor said.  “You’re a whore.”

Loki nodded.  This was the game, and the only way he would win was to play along.

“I’m a whore,” he said, feeling for the moment that it was completely true.

“It was your choice to drink the whole cup,” Thor said, still sitting so far away.  “I didn’t tell you to do that.”

Loki nodded, hoping it was enough for Thor.  He tried to get his hand where he wanted it, but he couldn’t keep it in place and fuck it at the same time.  Then, Thor moved onto the bed and for a moment, Loki thought Thor would fuck him again.  But he didn’t.  He settled beside Loki, sitting up against the board and stretching his legs out over the bed.

“Get over here,” Thor said.

Loki couldn’t, and he knew it.  He could barely move his body well enough to get off with his own hand.  Moving over to Thor would be impossible.

“I will not say it again,” Thor said.

Loki forced his hand away from his cunt and struggled to roll over to face the correct direction.  It took too many attempts, but he finally managed it, draping himself over Thor’s leg.  He didn’t know how he was supposed to climb over it, but Thor at least took pity and moved so Loki was between his knees.  Loki wasn’t sure what came next, but Thor’s hand in his hair, pulling hard, was a surprise.

“Take it,” Thor said, moving Loki’s face toward his cock.  “In your mouth.”

It was too much.  Loki knew he should not resist, but he could not bring himself to take his brother’s cock in his mouth.  He tried to force himself forward, opening his mouth to receive it, but he still had enough rational thought remaining that he could not bring himself to complete the act.  He tried a second time, and then Thor’s grip in his hair tightened, and he forced his cock into Loki’s mouth. 

“I had better not feel teeth,” Thor said, even as Loki struggled to breathe around it.

Then, Thor loosened his grip in his hair, and Loki was able to pull back enough to catch his breath.  He trembled against the thought of his brother’s cock in his mouth, choking him, and what would happen if he somehow failed to please.  But he knew that if he resisted, he might not survive what came next.  So he pretended it was anyone but Thor and began to work the entire length, using his tongue and lips in every way he knew how, trying to work through the haze.  Thor tightened his grip in Loki’s hair, in some sort of warning against something Loki did not understand, but he did not stop.  He gave in completely, letting Thor fuck his mouth while he tried again to use his hand on his cunt.  He hated himself, and Thor, and the rising lust that made him start to want this.  He very nearly convinced himself that the cock in his mouth was not Thor’s, and that made him want it even more.

Then, suddenly, Thor pulled him away, freeing his cock from Loki’s mouth.  Loki realised Thor had nearly spilled in his mouth, and was grateful that he hadn’t.  And then he realised that it only meant Thor still was not done with him.

Worse, he was glad for it.

“I won’t help you,” Thor said.  “If you want it, you’ll have to take it.”

Loki fought back against a desperate plea.  Thor intended to torture him in every way he knew how, and now he was going to make Loki ride him with a body that would not cooperate.  He continued fucking himself on his own hand, and it continued to not be enough.  Thor’s cock was right there, so close and so far, and it was what he needed to break this mad spell.  He resisted the temptation, desperate for his hand to be enough, and whining quietly when it wasn’t.  This time, the punishment for non-compliance was the agony of being left alone, so Loki tried to sit up.  He looked away from Thor, still trying to pretend it was not his brother’s cock he craved, and that he desperately needed.  He fought against the urge to beg for help, choking back on pained whimpers as he tried to pull himself closer.  He finally managed to sit up, pulling his hand away from his cunt for more balance.  But that was only half of the battle.

While Thor lazily stroked himself, Loki threw everything he had into climbing on top of him.  He collapsed on top of Thor, too tired to continue, and driven too far mad with lust to roll over and sleep.  But only then did Thor help him, lifting him up.  Thor dropped him onto his cock, drawing a cry from Loki that he could not hide.  Still draped over Thor’s body, feeling the heat pouring off of him, Loki began fucking him, riding his cock and finding it still not enough.  He needed something more, but his body was too heavy and slow to move properly, making him more and more desperate by the passing second.  Not wanting to look at Thor, Loki buried his face in his chest and cried out in frustration at not getting enough.  If Thor had wanted to break him, he had done it.  He rode Thor, taking everything he could, and still he would not be sated.

Finally, after what felt like hours of torture, Thor wrapped his arms around Loki’s waist and began fucking him from beneath.  It still was not enough, but Loki took what he could, trying to move his body against Thor’s to get where he wanted.  Finally, he was overcome by release as his body finally rose to climax, and Loki tried not to cry out in relief from it.  Even as he tried to still himself, Thor continued to fuck him like this, holding tightly to his waist and moving his body until he spilled once more inside Loki.  He held Loki there long after he finished, holding their bodies together as they both panted heavily.  Then, Thor let him go, dropping him back to the bed.  Still panting, and his face still wet with tears, Loki managed to roll onto his side, putting his back to Thor and hoped it had been enough.

“If you want more, you’ll have to come get it,” Thor said abruptly.

Loki could feel him getting beneath the blankets, and he knew that he should be planning escape.  But even as he lie there, his lust began to rise again, and Loki nearly choked on it.  He ignored it as long as he could, but it would not be ignored.  He tried to fuck his hand, hoping for any small amount of pleasure from it, but he could not put himself in position.  Whether Thor had truly dozed off, or only pretended, Loki didn’t know and he didn’t care.  He let himself cry as he tried to work through this horrible thing Thor had done to him, twisting his body and stretching his arm to put his hand where he wanted it.  His lust would not let him sleep, growing stronger and stronger as the night wore on.  Loki slowly gained more control over his body, finally able to get himself off with his hand.  It wasn’t satisfying, and as he lay panting and frustrated, he could feel it once again returning.  This was when he should leave.  He knew it.  He tried to roll out of bed, but as he moved and his thighs brushed together, that desperation was back, just as strong as it had been before.  Instead of rolling off the bed, he threw all of his strength into rolling toward Thor, sprawled out on his back beneath the blankets.

Loki could escape, but he did not think his legs would support him.  He did not think he would make it to his hall in one piece.  He watched Thor breathing, and hated himself for what he did.  He needed more than he could give himself with his hand, and pulled the blanket away to expose Thor’s naked body.  His cock was soft and sticky, but Loki didn’t care.  He used his hand to get it to rise, and when it was hard, he threw every ounce of energy he had into mounting his brother.  It was his brother that he fucked, slowly and languid as he tried to regain control of his body.  He propped himself up on Thor’s shoulders, letting his lust take control.  Twice, he nearly reached climax before he lost it, unable to keep a rhythm that worked.  Both times, he thought he could weep from the frustration, and nearly did as he tried to work himself back to that place.  But as the drug that was supposed to make him sleep wore off, Loki was able to throw more of himself into this madness.  He fucked Thor as hard as he could, rutting against him as he took what he needed.  The thing beneath him was not his brother.  He had no brother.  He rode a beast, and he growled as the beast finally brought him to climax.  Before he even stopped, the lust returned, and Loki kept going through it.  He rode Thor as hard as he could, feeling a heat surging through his body that he never wanted to know again.

Then, Thor’s hands were on his waist, and Loki ignored him, taking from him what he needed with another desperate growl.  He rode another climax on Thor’s cock, crying out in frustration when still the lust did not subside.  He threw everything he had into making it stop, and as he fucked his brother, desperate for more, he knew only venom in his veins.

“I hate you,” he said, panting against everything.  “I’ll kill you.”

Thor only held him tighter, pulling him down onto his cock and guiding Loki’s body where he wanted it.  Loki still fucked him hard, wanting to choke him, but not daring to stop lest he once more lose his rhythm and drive himself mad.  He rode out another climax, gritting his teeth and hoping it was the last.  As he finally stilled, Thor pulled him down again and spilled once more, filling Loki with his seed, and holding him down while he continued to fuck every last drop out.

As Loki’s senses returned to him, he flung himself away from Thor and got to his feet.  Whether he was still shaky from the drug, or from his lust once more returning, Loki neither knew nor cared.

“You will die for this,” he said, picking up his gown where it had been left on the floor.

He dressed quickly and fled, hoping he could get to his hall before it all became too much to bear.

 

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I have no brother: Thor

Loki had not only given himself to Thor, he had done so knowing Thor would not be sated.  His words had practically been an invitation to return.  But it was only an invitation Thor would accept when Loki wore the correct form, and true to his stubborn, contrary ways, he did not wear that form in public again since he had gone with Thor to his hall.  Thor waited, counting on Loki’s own depravity to get the better of him, and becoming increasingly frustrated when Loki continued to challenge him.  Thor knew he could be a patient man, but he was not so patient that he could wait forever.

Between them, Loki was the magic user.  Thor did not know how to force Loki into the shape he craved, if it was even possible.  All he could do was wait.

But he did not wait idly.  Loki was stubborn in more ways than one, and Thor was determined to break through that.  Loki would soon admit that he craved Thor, just as Thor craved Loki; he just might need help to do it.  Thor knew there were ways to help him.  Ways used by old men who could not perform, and wives who wanted to better please their husbands.  Thor learned these ways, and with them he altered his drug.  The juice this time was not so easily masked by wine, but it no longer needed to be.  Loki had told him to use it, and he would be expecting it, and Thor knew he would not refuse it.

Thor kept the drug with him, waiting as his patience grew thin.  Loki had kept him waiting for longer than he ever had before, and Thor was beginning to wonder if he should consult a witch, or some other sorcerer who could convince Loki to cooperate.  But he didn’t have to in the end.  Finally, Loki broke on his own, and made an appearance in a long gown with a painted face.  Thor let him have his fun, sitting back while he watched Loki flirt with other men.  He watched as Loki paid less attention to the men he was entertaining, and more attention to what was going on around him.  He would glance around, clearly thinking he was being subtle, but Thor knew better.  He was waiting for Thor, anticipating what came next. 

Thor poured the drug into a cup of wine, and this time instead of handing it off to a servant, he got up and took the cup with him.  Loki spotted him as he approached, and for a moment everything froze.  Even as Thor put the wine down on the table beside Loki, there was a moment where neither of them spoke.

Then, Thor nudged the cup a little closer to Loki.  Loki looked at it, staring for a long moment.

“Ah,” he said.

The stranger he’d been entertaining got up and found somewhere else to be, leaving Thor and Loki alone.  Loki continued to stare at the wine even as he took a deep breath.  Finally, he picked it up and drank from it, grimacing as he did.

“You’ve done something different,” he said, putting the cup, still half full, back on the table.

“Nothing you should worry about,” Thor said.

Loki looked down at it, his fingers wrapped loosely around it as he sat on the table.

“Finish it or not.  It’s your choice,” Thor said. 

He let his hand slide down Loki’s back, watching the way his face twisted up even further.  Loki sat tense, jaw clenched hard, but not resisting.  Beneath the cover of the table, Thor moved his hand around to Loki’s thigh, trailing along the inner curve over his gown.  Suddenly, Loki picked up the wine and swallowed the rest in one gulp.  He sat stiffly as Thor touched his body beneath the table, hidden from anyone who might have glanced their way.  Thor didn’t know how long it would take before the drug took hold, nor which part of the cocktail would take hold first.  Though he knew Loki would not resist even without it, it was no longer just Loki’s cunt that he craved.  He wanted Loki to beg him; to plead.  He wanted Loki to fully surrender to him, mind, body, and voice.  He touched Loki’s body, his hand trailing up from his thigh to the space between his legs.  Through the fabric of Loki’s gown, Thor pressed his fingers against the outer folds of his cunt, watching for any reaction.  But Loki sat stiffly, his jaw clenched as he stared straight ahead.

Thor continued to tease, not caring who in the great hall saw.  He teased until a wet spot began to blossom on the fabric of Loki’s gown, and Loki could no longer hold himself as still and as straight as he wished.  He swayed lightly in his seat, drawing in a hitched breath while still staring out into the crowd.

“You seem tired.  We should put you to bed,” Thor said.

He pulled Loki to his feet, pleased when he followed without protest.  Still not entirely trusting him to fully cooperate, Thor held onto Loki as he led the way to his own chambers, rather than Loki’s hall.  He could feel Loki tense and falter once the path deviated, but held tightly until they were locked away safely inside.  Only then did Thor let go, letting Loki stumble away to put some distance between them.

“Cry for help if you like.  But you’re the one who followed me here in this form,” Thor said. 

Loki looked down at himself, gown stained with his own fluids while he struggled to stay on his feet.  For a moment, he seemed almost sad.  But that vanished quickly as he looked up at Thor with a venom he struggled to maintain.

“You’re mine,” Thor said, stepping forward to close the gap between them.  “And I will have what is mine.”

He unclasped Loki’s gown, letting it fall loose at his shoulders, but Loki still wasn’t so far gone that he allowed it to fall to the ground.  He held it up, covering his breasts and staring up at Thor, even as Thor used his body to lead him backwards toward the bed.  As he backed against it, Loki allowed himself to drop, sitting heavily on the soft mattress.  Even if he still wished to fight back, the drug in his wine had taken hold, sapping him of his ability to control his body.  But with the new cocktail, there wasn’t enough of the drug to put Loki to sleep.  Even though he had asked for it, Thor no longer wanted Loki in his sleep.  He wanted him awake and begging, and Loki would soon know this too.  Loki would be present and aware, and it would be with his own voice that he finally succumbed to his darkest desires.

He put up no fight at all as Thor pulled his gown down from his shoulders, bearing his tits that fit so perfectly within Thor’s hand.  It was almost as though Loki had built this form deliberately, using it to entice Thor.  Again, he drew in another shaky breath as Thor teased Loki’s nipple with his thumb, drawing circles until it stood up hard and stiff.  Then, Thor crowded him, guiding him further back onto the bed and laying him down on his back.  With his gown off his body completely, exposing every inch of his skin, Thor crawled over him.  He wanted to touch that skin with his own, and made sure Loki watched as he undressed himself, shedding his boots and tunic and breeches until he too was naked, cock already hard and ready.

Thor could have fucked Loki right then and there.  He wanted to.  But he wanted Loki to beg him first.  With his body over Loki’s, he reached between Loki’s legs to again tease and toy with his cunt.  He watched Loki breathe unevenly, hitching in his chest in a way that made his tits bounce so pleasingly.  Thor entered him with his fingers, gingerly drawing them in and out.  He didn’t want to just fuck Loki; to hold him down and take what he pleased.  He wanted to claim him, inside and out.  He wanted Loki to allow himself to be claimed.  And he watched, as he fucked his brother’s cunt with his fingers, as Loki slowly gave himself to Thor.  The first time Loki rolled his hips into Thor, moaning quietly, Thor pulled his hand away.

“It’s so much easier when we don’t fight,” Thor said.

He watched Loki, panting and confused beneath him, and then lowered himself to put his mouth on Loki’s cunt.  As he dragged his tongue over that wet hole, Loki’s entire body twitched violently as a startled little yelp escaped his mouth.  He tried to close his legs, pressing his feet against Thor’s sides as though to push him away, but even as he did his hips rolled against Thor, begging for more.  Thor licked him again, and then plunged his tongue deep.  He fucked Loki with his tongue, and sucked his clit, and teased with his fingers until Loki was panting and heaving beneath him.  He wanted Thor, and he was finally admitting it.  Loki rolled his hips against Thor’s mouth, as though to guide him where he wanted Thor, even as he still acted as though he wanted to push Thor away.  But Thor maintained a slow, steady pace, not giving Loki nearly enough.  He teased and toyed, and though it drove both of them mad, Thor persisted.  It would have been so easy to give in and just take him right there, but he needed to hear Loki beg first.

Instead of begging, Loki only panted and whimpered.  Finally, Thor pulled himself away, wiping his beard dry with his hand as he sat up.  Sprawled out before him, Loki bit his lip and whined, looking anywhere but at Thor.  He tried to move, but the drug was strong, and kept him right where Thor wanted him.  His cunt was wet and gleaming, and Thor could not resist the urge to reach out and touch it, rubbing his knuckle against the opening and over Loki’s clit.  He watched Loki buck his hips, desperate for more, and did it again.  This time, Loki whined as he tried to draw Thor in.

“Tell me,” Thor said, continuing to tease with whisper-soft touches.  He watched Loki slowly succumb to the second drug in the cocktail, completely losing the inability to pretend he didn’t want what Thor wanted.  “I won’t do any more unless you ask.”

Loki whined quietly and closed his eyes.  He was still resisting, but his own body betrayed him, seeking more while he refused to admit it.

“Or I can leave you right here,” Thor said.

With a desperate huff, Loki shook his head.

“Please,” he said finally.  “I…  Please.”

He was panting now, his entire body writhing and begging for more.  Thor could see him trembling, fighting against both drugs as they began to surge through him.  He was no longer able to pretend.  No longer able to fight back.  They both wanted this, and finally Loki would admit it.

“Please what?” Thor asked, straining to control himself at the sight of Loki beneath him.

Loki continued to pant, eyes closed as he shook his head.  Again, Thor stroked his cunt with his knuckles, and again Loki’s breath hitched sharply.

“Take me,” Loki said finally.

Thor wanted to make him say it again, but hearing those words from Loki’s mouth broke his resolve.  He was on top of Loki before he even realised what he was doing, burying his cock inside that cunt that was wide open and ready for him.  Beneath him, Loki gasped loudly as he pressed their bodies closer together.  He made desperate little noises as Thor fucked him slowly, still not giving him enough.  Loki rolled and writhed beneath him with the strength he had left, and Thor nearly lost himself in it.  But Loki had not yet begged enough.  He had not yet pleaded.  He had pleaded for Thor to stop.  He had pleaded for mercy.  This time, he would plead for release.  Thor braced himself on one arm to free his other hand to squeeze Loki’s breast, toying with his nipple and rolling the flesh in his palm.  Loki practically whined beneath him, inhaling sharply as Thor nipped and nibbled down his neck.  Loki’s entire body belonged to him, and he took his time to enjoy it without having to worry about Loki selfishly taking it back.

“I’ll keep you here all night,” Thor said.  “And soon every night.  You’ll carry my sons and be mine.”

Loki whimpered, even as he continued to invite and encourage Thor deeper.  Thor wanted to take him deeper, but he resisted, teasing himself as much as he teased Loki.  He raked his hand over Loki’s flesh, leaving marks with his teeth and nails.  Marks he hoped would stay even if Loki took his other form.

“No more games,” Thor said against his neck.  “And I’ll give you what you want.”

He struggled against himself, pressing his body against Loki’s to feel him move beneath him.  Then, Loki’s breath hitched in his throat and he made a sound that was almost a sob.

“Please,” he said.  “Please.”

Thor slowed to nearly stopping, pulling himself almost all the way out of Loki’s cunt.  He held himself there for a long moment, before slowly pressing himself back in.

“Please what?” he asked.

He did it again, pulling himself away slowly as Loki panted beneath him.

“I need more,” Loki said as Thor held himself still.  “Please.  I need…”

He trailed off, panting desperately as he tried to bury Thor’s cock inside him.  Thor held himself still, his entire body trembling with need just as bad as Loki’s.

“Tell me.  Tell me what you need,” he said, his own voice shaky in his ears.

“Take me.  All of me.  Please,” Loki said, dragging his body against Thor’s.

It was too much to ignore.  Thor quickly shifted against Loki, finding a better angle to properly fuck him, driving his cock so deep inside him that he moved against the mattress.  Loki cried out, moving with him and still inviting more.  He huffed and panted, and he was Thor’s.  He took everything Thor had to give him, letting him in and moving not to fight against him, but to take even more.  His whines and whimpers soon turned desperate, but before Loki reached climax, Thor spilled inside him.  Even as Thor stilled, Loki moved against him, rocking against the cock still buried in his cunt.  Thor slowly moved against him, giving him what he begged for, and then pulled himself all the way out.  He sat back on his heels, cock slowly softening as he watched Loki move and twist on the bed before him.  He still panted and whined, shame and desperation written across his face.  The mere sight was all it took for Thor to become hard again, but he did not act right away.  He sat back, his cock aching and ready, watching Loki.  Loki rolled his hips against the air, his cunt open and begging for more even as Thor’s seed dripped from it.  That wouldn’t do.  He would put a son in Loki, no matter how many times it took.

Thor moved to lean his body over Loki, bracing himself on one hand while he used his other to tease at Loki’s cunt, drawing his fingers over the opening, but not entering him.

“I know you still resist me,” Thor said.  “You will take my seed, and you will give me a son.”

Loki shook his head, even as he tried to fuck himself on Thor’s fingers.  Thor pulled his hand away, making Loki whine for more.

“I thought we agreed, no more fighting,” Thor said.

Again, Loki shook his head.  “No,” he said, again begging for the wrong things.  “I don’t…  No.  Please.”

He tried to fight against the drug, weakly pushing Thor away.  Thor grabbed both his wrists, holding them down at his sides so he could not use his hands in defense.

“I am not asking,” he said.

He mounted Loki again, plunging deep into him.  Even as Loki cried out in protest, he rolled his hips against Thor, inviting him in further. 

“You never learn,” Thor said, no longer wanting to just claim Loki’s body. 

He fucked him hard, wanting to hear his brother scream for mercy.  Beneath him, Loki’s body moved with Thor, aching for more, even as he began quietly sobbing.  If he wouldn’t beg for more, then he would beg for mercy.  Loki bit his lip as he began moving more frantically beneath Thor, trying to ride Thor’s cock from where he lay pinned on his back.  Even as Loki fought back tears, Thor could feel him rising to climax, trying to ride out that wave.  Thor gave him everything he could, driving his cock as deep as he could.  Loki took every bit of him, and still his body craved more.  He climaxed as Thor fucked him, whining and crying out loudly.  Soon, his entire body was trembling, but Thor wasn’t done.  He still had more to go, and he used his cock to pull every last whimper and pathetic whine from his brother until he finally spilled inside him again, with a loud cry of his own.

Loki panted, holding back as much as he could as Thor collapsed onto him.  Loki trembling beneath him, his breath hitching in his chest made Thor wonder how long the drug would keep its hold.  He also wondered how it would work if Loki were denied the touch he craved.  Thor rolled off of him, settling on his side to give himself a fine view of Loki’s body, exposed flesh marked by teeth and nails.  Red marks circled Loki’s wrists where Thor had held him down, and he wanted to see more of that, across Loki’s entire body.  He wanted to see Loki’s neck red and bruised, and his belly swollen and round, every part of him evidence of Thor’s claim.  Thor would own him, inside and out, and soon Loki would accept that.

Thor watched as Loki stilled, still biting his lip as he stared straight up at the ceiling.  He toyed with Loki’s breasts, tweaking his nipples between thumb and finger, and cupping the swell in his hand.  He held his hand over Loki’s belly, imagining he could feel it already beginning to grow.  He teased every inch of Loki’s flesh, but did not touch his cunt.  Even as his cock grew hard again, pressed against Loki’s thigh, Thor only watched as Loki again began to fight against his own body.  It started with little twitches, with Loki rubbing his thighs together.  Soon, he was fucking the air, eyes screwed shut and jaw clenched tight.  He made no noise, but seemed to take no effort to stop himself either.

“I think I’ll leave you here,” Thor said, already sitting up.

“No,” Loki said, quickly biting down on his lip.

Thor paused, taking in the sight before him.  It was a sight he thought he’d never tire of seeing, Loki lost to his own desires, unable to control himself for even a moment.

“Don’t,” Loki said, panting again as he tried to fuck something that wasn’t there.  “Not like this.”

“Swear,” Thor said, moving to have a better view of Loki’s cunt.  “Swear you will no longer defy me.”

Loki’s cunt was dripping not just with Thor’s seed, but with his own fluids as well, ready to be taken and filled once more.  Loki still writhed on the bed, even as he moaned quietly to himself.

“Swear, or I will leave you here as you are,” Thor said.

Loki drew a shaky breath and nodded.  “I swear,” he said desperately.

Thor could feel his entire body trembling in anticipation.  He held himself back, needing to hear Loki speak before he gave them both what they’d been longing for.

“We both know what you crave.  Now say it,” Thor said.

Loki held back, panting for a long moment before closing his eyes again and nodding.  “Fuck me,” he said, his voice shaky with lust.  “I need you to fuck me.”

“And when I spill my seed inside your womb?” Thor asked.

Loki made a noise that might have been a sob, or it might have been a desperate cry for release.  “I’ll take it,” he said.

He continued to fuck the air, moving desperately with his entire body.  Thor watched a moment longer, torn between wanting to tear Loki apart with his cock, and wanting to leave him there to suffer.  But his own desire won out, and he moved forward, straddling Loki’s leg and holding the other against his side.  He could get deeper from this angle, and as he buried his cock into Loki’s willing cunt, Loki cried out loudly.  Thor wanted Loki to hurt; he wanted Loki to wish for mercy even as he begged for more.  He grabbed Loki by the wrists again, pulling their bodies together with each thrust of his cock.  Loki cried out, even as he fucked himself on Thor’s cock.  He panted and sobbed, pain mixed with pleasure, and Thor lost himself in it.  He pulled their bodies together, trying to plant his seed so deep inside Loki that it would never find its way back out.  Loki took his entire length, his chest heaving and his body trembling.  Even as tears rolled down his cheeks, Loki began to move against Thor as he rode out another climax.  He bit hard on his lip, whining quietly to himself.  Thor watched him, fucking him with everything he had until he reached his own climax.  Loki went still as Thor released his seed deep into his womb, though he still trembled.  He didn’t fight against Thor, nor beg for more.  He panted loudly, screwing his face up as he tried to regain his composure.  But Thor wasn’t done.  He moved inside Loki to rally again, and soon he was hard once more.  This time, he didn’t fuck Loki to hurt him.  This time as he fucked his brother’s cunt, he watched Loki move against him, his entire body rocking in time with Thor’s.  His panting turned to quiet whimpers as he let Thor take what he wanted from his body.  Thor was quick to spill again, letting loose so much it still poured out of Loki’s cunt as Thor pulled away.  He let go of Loki and backed away, allowing him to fall limp against the bed, still panting and whimpering.  His face was hot and wet with his tears, and his body still heavy and slow from the drug.  Thor knew he could take Loki again, but he struggled to rise for it.  Instead, he got up, leaving Loki alone on the bed as he headed into his bath chamber.  He cleaned himself quietly, listening to Loki’s whimpering turn to quiet sobs.  He cried, thinking no one could hear him, but Thor could.  Thor listened, wondering if Loki cried because this time, he knew the seed had taken hold.  He wondered if Loki cried because this time, he would be seen leaving Thor’s chambers, and his perversions known to all of Asgard.

Thor finished cleaning himself up and returned back to his bed, finding Loki still crying quietly to himself as he writhed against the bed, his body still aching for more.  Clearly, the dose Thor had given him was too much, but that did not bother Thor.  He sat on the edge of the bed and watched his brother seek release from his own thighs, squeezing them shut as he bucked lazily against nothing.  For a moment, Loki looked up at Thor, and he no longer cared that he was being watched.  He sobbed openly, even as he tried to use his own clumsy hand on himself.  But he couldn’t control his fingers, nor keep his hand where he wanted, and Thor watched as he grew more and more desperate.  He needed more, and Thor could give it to him.  Instead, Thor chose to watch.

“Look at you,” Thor said.  “You’re a whore.”

Loki nodded.  “I’m a whore,” he said, his voice shaky and cracked.

“It was your choice to drink the whole cup,” Thor said.  “I didn’t tell you to do that.”

Loki nodded again, fumbling against his cunt with his useless hand.  Watching him, Thor knew Loki’s resolve could be so easily broken in that moment.  Thor climbed onto the bed, stretching out beside Loki and watching him struggle with himself.  Leaning against the board behind him, completely naked and once again hard, Thor took a moment to simply enjoy the view.

“Get over here,” he said finally.

Loki whimpered, still trying to fuck himself on his hand.  Thor offered no help or assistance, and simply watched.

“I will not say it again,” Thor said.

He watched as Loki struggled to control his body enough to roll over toward Thor.  Thor helped only as far as allowing Loki between his legs, but did not assist him into a comfortable or accommodating position.  As Loki struggled to right himself on the between between his legs, Thor took his cock in one hand, and grabbed Loki’s hair with the other.

“Take it,” he said.  “In your mouth.”

Loki stopped struggling and closed his eyes.  He whined quietly, and tried to move himself closer to Thor.  Twice, he opened his mouth and tried to move to take Thor’s cock in it, and twice he stopped and huffed before he got there.  Not giving Loki a third chance, Thor pulled Loki close and forced his cock into his mouth.

“I had better not feel teeth,” Thor warned, even as Loki choked around him.

Thor loosened his grip in Loki’s hair, giving him a chance to catch his breath, but not letting go completely.  After a long moment, Loki slowly began to work Thor’s cock with an experienced tongue, and rather than taking pleasure from it, the thought enraged Thor.  He wondered how many men Loki had brought off with his mouth, and whether he thought Thor would continue to allow him to do such things.  He tightened his grip in Loki’s hair, not guiding him, but warning him.  Even as Loki’s breath hitched in his throat, Loki arched his body against the mattress, fucking his own hand as he took Thor’s entire length in his mouth.  Eventually, Thor forgot about all the men it had taken for Loki to develop this skill, and he began fucking his brother in the mouth.  Loki took him, moaning against him as his entire body moved with his motions. 

Thor felt himself nearing the edge, but he did not want to waste a single drop of seed.  As much as he would have loved to see it covering Loki’s face, he would not spill anywhere except Loki’s womb until he got a son.  He pulled Loki away, freeing his cock to the cool air before Loki could bring him off completely.  For a moment, Thor thought Loki seemed relieved, but then Thor let him go completely.

“I won’t help you,” Thor said.  “If you want it, you’ll have to take it.”

Loki made a sad little noise, like all of the air was forced from his lungs.  He continued writhing on the bed between Thor’s knees, trying to get himself off with just his hand, and Thor could hear him getting desperate.  For a long moment, Loki stayed where he was, but it quickly became apparent that his hand was simply not enough.  Panting heavily, Loki tried to sit up, but his arms would not support him.  He looked at Thor’s cock and squeezed his eyes shut, turning his head away as he continued to fuck his own hand.  Even as he whimpered and whined, Thor refused to help, watching attempt after attempt to pull himself up.  Finally, whether the drug was wearing off, or Loki was simply growing more desperate, Thor wasn’t sure.  But he managed to sit up.  He pulled his hand away from his cunt, and braced himself against the bed.  Still, Thor did not help him.  He slowly stroked himself, keeping his cock hard and ready for whatever came next.

Slowly, panting as though he’d never known air in his life, Loki made his way closer and closer, until his body was draped over Thor’s.  He was still too heavily drugged to go any farther, and only then did Thor help him, pulling Loki up to straddle his hips.  Loki cried out loudly as he dropped down onto Thor’s cock.  With his entire weight leaned against Thor’s chest, he lazily moved against him, dragging their bodies against one another.  This was what Thor had wanted.  This was what he would have every night, Loki delirious with lust and submitting to it.  Loki rode him, and Thor resisted guiding him, forcing a faster pace.  He wanted Loki to do this, and for Loki to know that he had wanted Thor’s cock and rode it greedily.  Loki panted and whined desperately as he tried to find what he wanted through the drug, but his body was slow and heavy and weak.  He could only rock against Thor’s cock, slowly grinding against him in desperation.  His face was hot and wet with tears, and he buried himself in Thor’s shoulder as he cried out in desperation and shame.  Thor wanted more, but he held his hands against Loki’s thighs, squeezing tightly so he did not give Loki the help he needed.  They were both slowly being driven mad, and when Loki sobbed loudly into Thor’s shoulder, Thor gave in and wrapped his arms around Loki’s waist.  He fucked Loki like this, bouncing his body against his cock so that he moaned and whimpered each time he was impaled upon it.  Loki grew more and more desperate, his own motions growing quicker by the moment, until he finally tensed against Thor, choking back his own climax.  Even so, Thor pulled him down onto his cock, again and again and again, until he spilled once more, buried inside his brother’s cunt, panting so hard he felt like he could barely breathe at all.  Once he was empty, Thor let Loki go, letting him fall back down onto the bed beside him.  Loki turned away, his tear-stained face bright red, and his chest and tits heaving as he continued to pant heavily.

Thor settled back, once more enjoying the view.  Loki had been thoroughly claimed, and there was no more denying that it was Thor he had craved.  He could no longer pretend that he had not worn this form to tempt and taunt Thor. 

“If you want more, you’ll have to come get it,” Thor said, not knowing which drug would wear off first, but curious to find out.

He got under the ruined blankets, more tired than he had realised, while he left Loki on top, exposed and naked in the air.  Beside him, he could hear Loki’s breathing increasing again, and soon he once more could not keep himself still.  But Thor pretended he hadn’t noticed.  He let Loki suffer in silence, and in his own mess, and soon drifted off to sleep.  He dreamed of Loki’s body, his for the taking whenever he wanted it.  He dreamed Loki had resisted him, and of holding him down to take what he wanted.  At some point in the night, his dreams became so vivid he woke with a shock to find Loki riding him desperately.  He barely had time to register what was happening before his mind and body caught up with one another.  Loki pinned Thor down to the bed, hands planted firmly on his shoulders, crying out loudly as he threw his entire body into taking Thor’s cock as deep as he could.  Thor brought his hands up to Loki’s waist, feeling Loki’s mad desperation as he moved against Thor, and surprised that Loki had not run away in the night, or else taken a knife to his throat.  The drug that made his body heavy and tired had worn off first, and all that was left was carnal, desperate lust.  Loki cried out loudly as he rode his climax, slowing for only a moment before he began again, picking up speed as the second drug continued to course through his veins.

He panted heavily, throwing his entire body into Thor’s as though he had no control whatsoever over himself.

“I hate you,” he said, forcing out each word through strained breath.  “I’ll kill you.”’

Thor held him more tightly, guiding him where he wanted.  Weighed down from sleep, he struggled to find his own release, even as Loki rode out another climax through gritted teeth.  Pulling him down onto his cock, Thor finally spilled, overcome with the shock of being woken in such a way; from finally getting exactly what he wanted.  He held Loki down on his cock long after he released the last drop of seed, both their bodies trembling together.

Then, Loki forced himself free, throwing Thor’s arms off of him and getting to his feet.

“You will die for this,” Loki said, his voice still trembling with lust.

Still, he dressed quickly and fled, and Thor let him.  He knew Loki would not keep that promise.  He was certain of it.

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I have no brother

I have no brother (11,869 words) by LokiOfSassgaard

Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Thor (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel)
Characters: Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Summary: Thor knew it was only a matter of time before Loki submitted

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what sister have I?: Loki

Loki had been lucky.  He had been very lucky.  He had no idea how many times Thor had crawled into his bed while he slept.  He had no idea how many times he’d woken not just in his own fluids, but Thor’s as well.  How many times had he mistaken lustful dreams for nights spent drugged and fucked by his own brother?

More than he knew.  There were nights he couldn’t account for, and headaches that lasted for days after.  Nights he’d convinced himself he’d taken a stranger to his bed and been too drunk to remember the details. 

It was the drink.  Loki knew that much.  Somehow, Thor was using wine to get Loki to a state where he could do as he pleased.  It had to be Thor, because no one else would dare, and Loki had never been unable to hold his drink to quite such a degree until he began waking in various states of mess.

He tried to throw himself back into his work and forget about it, but it felt like he was letting Thor win.  This whole thing had started because Thor had been so offended by Loki taking other men to his bed.  If Loki denied himself these pleasures, Thor would act as though he’d done Loki some great favour by getting him to stop. 

Thor didn’t get that victory.  He didn’t deserve it.  And now, Loki knew his tricks.  When he returned to banquet in a woman’s form, wearing a long gown and his hair done up, he knew Thor would be furious.  He knew Thor would try again with this lesson.  But Loki wasn’t going to allow it.  He refused wine given even by servants, holding onto a single cup all night, and pouring only from jugs everyone else drank from.  He took men to bed, and didn’t wake with headaches the next morning.  He was careful.  He was cautious.  He was starting to wonder if he was over-reacting.  Perhaps he had just been dreaming; too much stress and not enough release.  Thor appeared in his dreams because that was the image his mind conjured.

Slowly, he tested the wine the servants brought, sipping carefully before switching to another cup.  Then drinking half the cup.  Then the whole thing.  The dreams stayed away, and Loki was certain that’s all it was.

When a servant brought him wine, he drank.  He had already had so much to drink, and one more cup seemed to over do things.  The wine fell heavy in his stomach and weighed him down.  Eager to avoid a scene in the dining hall, Loki excused himself and stumbled toward his hall.  As he made his way to his bed, he fought against a rising panic that came from nowhere.  He didn’t know why he should be be so nervous or scared about going to sleep in his own bed.  Before he could figure it out, he was already asleep.

Again, he dreamed of warm touch and too many hands on his body.  Hands on his body, his breasts, his legs.  Hands that petted and stroked him in a tender caress his body craved.  He tried to lean into it and offer more of his body, but in his dream he was an outsider.  He could feel his body, but not see or control it.

He managed to roll onto his back as the hands continued to explore his body.  Hands on his knees, and then his thighs, and then his hips.  And then it was gone, replaced by sharp pain that overwhelmed his entire body.  Gentle touch turned to heavy weights that pinned him down as something far too big forced itself into him.  Loki tried to fight back, but his body still remained out of his control.  He could only lie there as he was taken by some formless, faceless creature, grunting and growling in his ear.  He tried to shout and scream for it to stop, but his voice stuck in his throat and came out silent.

And then it all ended.  The touch, the invasion, the pain.  It was gone, and Loki knew nothing, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.  Minutes, or maybe hours later, he was pulled back by hands drawing over his body again.  Heavy touch dragged over his skin as he drifted weightless through an endless, dark void.  A weight behind him was the only thing that grounded him as his body was explored.  He wanted it to never end; to bask in the attention and affection that tried to lull him back into the darkness.

The touch was soon joined not by pain this time, but a familiar pressure.  A pressure that brought pleasure with it.  He was being held tight around his body as the creature from his dreams mounted him.  It wasn’t this time painful or violent, and Loki tried to ride that wave.  But the creature held him tight, though his body still was not his own.  He couldn’t put himself where he wanted to get the most pleasure, and could only take what he was given.  The creature squeezed and held Loki, too many hands on his body as it fucked him.  Loki wanted to turn around and ride this creature’s cock.  He wanted to cry out encouragement, and take more.  But his voice still stuck in his throat, and his body was held down and too heavy to control.  Instead, he submitted fully, trying to ride out his pleasure even as the creature left him again.

Even after he was left alone, Loki dreamed of getting fucked and ridden.  He dreamed he was held down and teased to the very edge, never given the chance to climax.  He dreamed he was riding a stallion, and then the stallion was a man beneath him, faceless and formless.  Then he was held down again, pressed onto his back and left out in the cold.  He lay there for an eternity, desperate for any crumb he could get.  And then a weight was on top of him, and the creature was back, its cock too big and too hot to handle.  Still, Loki tried to welcome it in.  He tried to shift and roll beneath the creature, but he was held down and unable to move.  The creature growled and grumbled in his ear, picking up speed as Loki tried to move with it.  He had been teased and denied for so long, and he craved release.  He tried to encourage more, but still his voice was empty, allowing only the smallest noises to escape his lips.

He was so close.  The creature would leave again, as it had done so many times already.  Loki wanted to hold on tight and make it stay.  He wanted to hold it beneath his legs as he rode his own pleasure from it.  Instead, he was trapped beneath its bulk, entirely at its mercy.

Then the creature transformed.  It was Thor holding him down, grunting and panting as he fucked Loki.  Loki shook his head, trying to protest.  But then Thor was gone again, and all that was left was the climax inching ever nearer.  The creature growled again, and Loki was so close, yet there was nothing he could do about it.  Even as the creature licked and nipped his neck, kissing and nibbling a trail all the way up to his ear, Loki could not ride his pleasure out.  He tried to roll over, to climb on top and take what he wanted, but his body was still too heavy to move, and the creature on top of him too powerful to overcome.

Then, the creature bit him hard, and it tipped him over the edge into release.  Finally sated, Loki drifted back off to sleep as the creature left him again.  But it didn’t leave him alone for long.  It returned to him, in that dark space, petting and preening him, drawing gentle touch over his entire body.  Loki tried to lean into it, longing for more of the touch.  He craved it, needing that touch, and tried to encourage more.  Then, he was held close in a tight embrace as the creature mounted him from behind again, its member again too big and too much.  Loki tried to resist and pull away, but the creature held him tight and forced its way deep.  The stinging burn of being taken when he wasn’t ready was too much, and Loki tried to cry out to end this.  Then, the darkness lifted just enough to see by, and through a deep haze Loki recognised his own bed, in his own hall.  He was on his side, pinned down by a body behind him holding him close.  He shook his head, trying to protest and pull himself away, but he couldn’t keep a solid grasp on the arms that held him down.

“No,” he said quietly, knowing he was no longer dreaming.

Even as he fought back, trying desperately to free himself with hands that would not work, the man behind him panted and groaned and fucked him harder.  Then, his assailant shifted, and Loki’s panic began to rise as he realised it was worse than just being fucked by a man he couldn’t remember inviting into his bed.  He still wore the form of a woman, but in more ways than that, his body was not his own.  He could not stop what was happening, and knew even through the fog and the haze this man had spilled inside him already.  And then the strange hand was between his legs, teasing his cunt and his clit with his fingers, and all Loki could do was whine pathetically and try to push his hand away.  Then, the stranger behind him held on even tighter and spilled in him again with loud moans in his ear, and Loki knew he needed to get away.  His thoughts were consumed with the seed taking hold, and being unable to do anything about it.  As the grip around his waist loosened, Loki tried to crawl away, but he did not get far enough.  Suddenly, he was forced onto his back and pinned down as a heavy, unforgiving weight pressed against him.  Loki could feel the man’s cock still hard between his legs, already pushing back inside him, but still it was worse.

It was no stranger.  It was Thor who held him down.  Thor who had spilled inside him.  Thor who forced himself upon Loki, trying to bury his cock without using his hands to guide him.

“No,” Loki pleaded, shaking his head and trying to pull away.

But his body still was not his own, and Thor weighed far too much.

“We don’t have to play this game,” Thor said.  “Not now.”

He found his way in and forced himself in deep, aided by the slick of both their fluids.  Loki gasped, horrified that he could do nothing even as he tried to find a way to escape.  Each attempt was halted simply by Thor holding him in place, pinning him with his hands while he fucked Loki so hard, both of them lurched in time with Thor’s body.  The terror at knowing what had happened, and what was happening, and the confusion from whatever Thor had done to him blurred together, and even as Loki tried to get away his body craved more.  He fought against it, but he knew Thor saw.  He knew it was what Thor had wanted.

“Help!” he tried to shout, the air catching in his throat.

He knew no one could hear them, but he had to do something, and crying for help was all he had left.  He knew Thor would be angry, but he didn’t expect the hand around his neck, squeezing tight and choking him.  Loki tried to fight back, to use his hands to pry Thor’s fingers away, but they still would not keep their grip.  He tried to kick away, and realised even as he fought, his body wanted this even more.  Though his mind rebelled, his body craved what was being done to him.  Even as he tried to move away, his hips moved as though under a spell, aching for release.  Still gasping, Loki forced himself still, conserving what little breath he had.  It wasn’t enough.  As Thor held him down and fucked him with unveiled desperation, Loki tried to fight against the rising wave of climax.  Then, Thor squeezed even tighter around Loki’s neck, and he knew his brother was capable of so much more.  He gave in, giving Thor what he wanted and allowing himself this shame before Thor killed him out of pride.  He allowed his body to ride out this agony, and Thor released his grip, allowing Loki to breathe once more.  His gasping for breath quickly became panting and desperate whining, even as he again tried to force himself to be still.  He was brought to climax by his own brother, held down and helplessly fucked like the whore Thor thought he was.  He hated himself for allowing it to happen and turned his head away so he did not have to watch Thor reach his own climax, spilling inside him once again before collapsing with his entire weight on top of Loki.  Even now, Loki didn’t dare move.  Even as Thor kissed him along his neck, in some cruel parody of affection.

Then, Thor shifted his weight off of Loki, supporting himself on one arm while he reached between Loki’s legs with the other.  Still, Loki lay motionless and let Thor do as he pleased.  He kept his gaze fixed on the wall, ignoring Thor’s fingers inside him, fucking him, and teasing him.  He lay still as his body, confused and abused, wanted more.  He kept his jaw clenched as his breathing became more difficult, rising in response to Thor teasing his clit.  He didn’t fight back.  He didn’t try to escape.  He simply closed his eyes and bit his lip and let Thor do take him again, this time with his fingers.  He let his body respond, trying in vain to hide it from Thor.  With just his fingers, Thor brought Loki to climax, leaving him heaving and panting and wanting to simply die of shame right there.

“Go to sleep,” Thor said, rolling off of him and back to his side.  “Don’t worry.  I’ll have you once more before I sneak out.”

Loki wanted to weep, and he tried to stop himself.  He wanted to flee, but he couldn’t.  His body still felt heavy and weak, and Thor had already overpowered him at his best.  There was no escape, and Thor had well and truly lost his mind.  The only thing Loki could do was lie beside him and pray this was the last of it.  He allowed Thor to touch him, to stroke his body and squeeze his flesh.  As he felt Thor’s cock once more grow hard against his thigh, Loki pretended not to notice.  When Thor rolled him back onto his side and took him once more from behind, Loki allowed it to happen.  Thor teased him with his hand while he fucked him, and when Loki’s treacherous body responded, he didn’t fight it.  He kept himself as still as possible, panting and gasping for air even as his cunt craved more.  He tried to pretend Thor was someone else, anyone else, as he rode out another climax, but he knew it was still his brother who did this to him.  He knew it was no longer only Thor who was guilty of this sick perversion.  He was just as guilty now as Thor. 

This time when Thor spilled inside him, he didn’t hang around.  He got up, leaving Loki alone on the bed, his back turned so his actions were obscured from view.

“I’d get new furs if I were you,” he said.

Then, Loki could hear him leave.  He knew he had to get up.  He had to bathe.  He had to do something to stop Thor’s seed from taking hold.  But still his body would not respond.  Still, his body was as lead, heavy and immovable no matter what Loki tried.  He could only lie there, awake and aware of his body’s multiple betrayals, and pray for luck.

Once he was finally able to move, he forced himself to the bath.  He bathed, scrubbing every inch of his body before taking his true form again.  That he could was a relief.  Whatever Thor’s intent, he had yet to succeed.  And the thought filled Loki with dread, knowing he would only try again until he got what he wanted.

He didn’t leave his bed for days, both afraid of what Thor might do to him, and ashamed to even look at him.  Somehow, he thought everyone would know; that his own brother had come to his bed, and that Loki had wanted it.  But he couldn’t stay in his bed forever, and eventually he put himself together and made a public appearance.  To his surprise, Thor didn’t gloat over him, or try to use what had happened against him.  It was as though Thor didn’t even see him.  Loki was left to himself, and briefly he wondered if Thor was even aware of what he was doing.

Whether he knew what he was doing or not, Thor could not be allowed to hold such power over Loki.  He could not be allowed to make Loki live in fear.  So once again he put himself together, painting his eyes and fixing his hair, and returned to the great hall in stubborn defiance.  Loki guarded his cup like a dragon guards its hoard, but always in the back of his mind he was aware that he could so easily let down his guard and that would be it.  Before Thor had a chance to spring his trap, Loki decided to slip away.  Thor had been seen, and that was all Loki wanted.  But he was also followed, and as soon as he was beyond the door, Thor caught up to him and grabbed him by the arm.  Loki glared at him, knowing exactly what Thor intended.  He knew.  Loki could see it in his eyes that Thor knew what he was doing, and did it anyway.

And he could see that Thor was so far gone with whatever insanity had driven him to this point that not even the threat of a public audience would stop him.

Loki sighed, hoping to at least get away from public eye before Thor did anything stupid.

“Just don’t make a scene,” he said through his teeth.

He tried to relax, hoping that in cooperating, he could manage to get away.  But Thor didn’t loosen his grip on Loki’s arm.  He held tight as they walked back to Loki’s hall, options quickly fading as they reached the doors and crossed the threshold to the other side.  Locked up beyond help, Loki knew he should put up a fight.  But the last time he fought back against Thor, it had taken days to recover, and Thor had still overpowered him right there on the floor.  Whether he fought back or not, he would once again be taking his own brother’s cock that night.

Thor suddenly pulled him forward, Dragging Loki over to the desk.  This was inevitable, but Loki hoped that if he cooperated, Thor would at least be quick.  Even as he turned to face the desk, knowing what Thor wanted, Loki rolled his eyes and allowed Thor to do as he pleased.  He had a dagger in his desk, and thought if he cooperated enough, Thor might become distracted and not notice if Loki grabbed it.  But then Thor twisted Loki’s arm behind his arm.  Loki cried out in shock and pain, trying to fight back and resist even as Thor bent him over the desk.  Thor tossed his gown up over his back, exposing his cunt and ass to the cold air, and Loki knew this was it.

He thought he could cooperate.  He thought if he allowed Thor to take what he wanted, it would be quick.  But then Thor’s fingers were teasing Loki’s cunt, and cooperation was the last thing on Loki’s mind.  Pinned beneath his own arm twisted against his back, Loki tried to find a way to free himself.  But Thor leaned more weight against him, pulling on his shoulder and shoving his face against the desk, and there was no escape.  Still, Loki tried to kick him off, even as Thor’s fingers sunk deep inside of him.  Thor fucked him with his fingers, and Loki again tried to still himself to cooperate.  It was clearly the reaction Thor wanted, and Loki refused to give it to him.  He grunted at the intrusion, forcing himself to do nothing else about it.

“No more games,” Thor said.  “Let’s not pretend you don’t want to beg me.”

He didn’t.  The thought made Loki sick.  “Thor, we’re brothers,” he said, trying again to free himself.

“Are we?” Thor asked, still slowly fucking him with his fingers, teasing him for any reaction he could get.  “I see a whore before me.  A whore with a cunt that wants fucking.”

He pulled his hand away, but it came of no relief to Loki.  Behind him, he could hear Thor unlacing his breeches, and Loki tried to ready himself for the inevitable.  Even as Thor forced himself inside, Loki yelped loudly at the sudden intrusion.  He thought he could cooperate, but the realisation that he had allowed this to happen quickly took over.  He had not done anything to stop this, and now he was pressed face down against his own desk, in his own hall, while once again being raped by his own brother.

He tried to use his free hand to protect his face from the hard wood of the desk’s surface, desperately trying to pretend this wasn’t happening.  He focused on the pain in his shoulder, the sharp edges of the desk against his hips, but it was all drowned out by Thor’s cock inside him, pulling and stretching him open.  Through clenched teeth, he tried not to scream obscenities nobody would ever hear.  Cries for help would never be answered, so he saved his voice.  He managed to move himself beneath Thor so the edge of the desk did not cut so painfully into his skin, and from there went still.  It was the reaction Thor wanted, and Loki would not give it to him.

But it was the reaction Thor wanted, and he was determined to get it.  He grabbed Loki at the hip, holding hard enough that his fingers dug into the bone.  Loki tried to remain still and silent despite it, but Thor wasn’t done.  He pulled Loki backwards, driving him onto Thor’s cock with a force that sent a shock of pain through his body.  Loki bit down on a cry of pain, not able to silence himself completely, and Thor did it again, lifting him higher off the desk.  Then, Thor kicked Loki’s feet apart, dropping his balance so once more the desk cut deeply against him, hard wood pinching flesh against bone.  It lasted only a moment before Thor shoved Loki further onto the desk, dragging him across the surface before he could brace himself.  Loki wasn’t able to stop the sharp cry of pain, and hated himself for it.

“Stop this!” he shouted, struggling to endure much more.

Thor twisted his arm even harder, forcing him still.  Then, he dragged Loki back against the desk once more, and his hand was again on Loki’s cunt.  As he fucked Loki from behind, he teased with his fingers, toying with his clit until his confused and abused body began to respond.  Instantly shamed, Loki braced himself again on the desk, holding as still as possible and tried to stay quiet.

“We both know you want me,” Thor said.

He was already losing his rhythm, and Loki knew what was coming.  He tried not to make a sound as Thor lost control of himself.  Panting loudly behind Loki, Thor spilled inside him.  He kept Loki pinned down, keeping his throbbing cock buried deep.  Loki knew he had allowed this to happen.  For a moment, he even thought he wanted it to happen.  He bit his lip, panting heavily through his nose as he tried not to think about Thor’s seed reaching his womb.  He had been lucky so far, but now Loki knew there would be no end.  He would have to endure this, until whatever madness had taken hold of Thor finally subsided.

Finally, Thor pulled himself away and started putting himself to rights.  Even then, Loki did not move from where he stood bent over the desk, ass and cunt still exposed to the cold air.  It wasn’t until Thor was nearly to the door that Loki dared to stand again, covering himself once more.

“Next time, put me to sleep,” he said, hating everything his words implied.  “Please.”

Thor huffed quietly as he walked out of the hall, leaving Loki alone and ashamed.

 

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what sister have I?: Thor

With each time Thor spent in Loki’s bed, other women on Asgard seemed to lose their appeal more and more.  They could have thrown themselves at him, and some did, but Thor wanted only one thing.

And it was a thing that was becoming increasingly difficult to get.

But Loki was a creature of habit.  He didn’t like women as most men did.  He would take them to his bed, but he didn’t prefer them.  So Thor needed only be patient.  Sometimes that patience would last weeks, but eventually he was rewarded.  Loki’s own perversions always got the better of him, and soon he was back in the great hall, wearing a gown and breasts and offering his cunt to any man with a handsome face.

He was careful with his drink, but he didn’t throw that vice away entirely either.  Thor wasted a small handful of vials before he figured out how to sneak the drug passed him.  Loki would refuse cups offered to him, or take only a few sips before moving on to something fresh.  But as time wore on, he seemed to forget his own caution, and soon he was back to his old ways.

Done fighting and tired of being patient, Thor poured an entire vial into a cup of wine before having it sent over.  He wanted to take what was his, and not argue about it.  He wanted to take his time, and do with Loki as he pleased.  He watched and waited, and sat back until he could see Loki recognise an all-too familiar sensation.  He had not been careful or clever enough, and all he could do was retreat before it was too late.

Thor found him in his own bed, which was farther than he’d ever managed to make it before.  He climbed into the bed with Loki, laying down beside him to just look.  Loki was deeply asleep, breathing shallowly where he lay twisted on his side atop the furs.  Thor trailed his hand down Loki’s side, over his hip and down his leg, then hitched up his skirt so he could go back up, touching his skin.  He watched Loki for any sign of a reaction, but none came.  He wondered what dream Loki’s mind was inventing to explain this touch to him, even as he fondled and stroked Loki’s breast.  As Thor explored this body of Loki’s, he watched for any sign that Loki may wake, but none came.  Loki had drank the entire vial, and would not be putting up any resistance.  Thor inhaled sharply at the realisation, surprised it had worked even though he had planned this.  Even though this was not the first time he had tried it.

Thor rolled Loki onto his back, deciding he could take his time later.  He had all night.  He wouldn’t be missed, and he knew the drug was strong enough that there was no threat in hanging around once he had finished.  Free of his breeches, he got on top of Loki, forcing himself inside him until he could go no deeper.  Loki’s cunt resisted him, but it was also warm and slick and ready to be opened.  Thor worked through that resistance, slowly and deliberately.  He forced himself to keep his eyes open, watching his brother’s face as he lay ready for him.  Beneath him, Loki didn’t even stir.  As Thor fucked him, he lay perfectly still, breathing evenly, though perhaps a bit more deeply than he had before.  If Loki wanted to take a man’s cock, it would be Thor’s, and only Thor’s.  No other man would have him like this.  Thor let himself lose control at the thought of claiming Loki as his own.  Loki was his to take, and he would do so every night if he could.  He would fill Loki with seed and put a child in his belly.  Then everyone would know Loki was his. 

The thought drove Thor over the edge.  He spent quickly, and as he held himself over Loki’s body, he wondered what it might take actually to fill his womb with a child.  It hadn’t happened yet, but surely it was possible.  He had been so frightened of it happening that first time.  The idea surely would not frighten him if it were not possible.

Rather than putting himself back together, Thor pulled his tunic off and lay down beside Loki, rolling him back onto his side and hitching up his gown so their skin touched.  With his cock nestled neatly against Loki’s ass, Thor stroked and teased his skin, touching every inch he could reach.  Loki had yet to resist, or even react, but there was plenty of time for him to come around and admit that this was what he wanted.  Even as Thor grew hard again, he stayed where he was, revelling in his claim.  He would break Loki, making him want Thor and only Thor.  He would crave Thor’s cock, and would beg him for it.  Soon, they would no longer need to play this game.

Thor shifted, hitching Loki’s legs up so he could fuck him from where he lay.  He could not get as deep inside Loki’s cunt like this, but he could hold onto him and feel his body pressed against his own as he rocked their bodies together.  Thor pressed his face against Loki’s neck, his arm wrapped tightly around Loki’s waist as he took him like this.  He moved his hand between Loki’s legs, feeling with his fingers where his cock was buried in Loki’s cunt.  Loki could feel it too, and Thor wanted to fuck him so hard it woke him from his sleep.  He pretended he could hear Loki moaning and begging for it, knowing he soon would.  As it was, Loki only slept through it all, even as Thor tried to tease a response from him.  He paused only to move his other arm beneath and around Loki, so he could reach Loki’s exposed tit with his other hand.  Like this, he could move Loki’s body to move along with him, guiding Loki to ride his cock as Thor fucked him.  Still, he didn’t move.  Thor thought he could put a baby in Loki’s belly, and Loki would never know until it was too late.  Thor wanted to be there when Loki realised what had happened.  He wanted to see that shame and panic as Loki was forced to admit he didn’t even know which man’s cock he had ridden that got him pregnant.  And he rode so many, like a common whore.  But not for long.  Thor would soon put a stop to that.

The thought drove Thor to madness.  He fucked Loki as hard as he could, holding onto his brother’s body as he drove himself deep.  Still, Loki didn’t rouse, even as Thor again spilled inside him with a loud gasp.

He stayed like that, with his cock buried inside Loki as he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.  He stayed there, holding Loki against his body, his hand between Loki’s legs and his cock still in his cunt.  At some point in the night, Loki stirred, but he did not wake.  It was enough that Thor woke, though.  His cock had softened and fallen out of Loki’s cunt, but it was ready to go back inside it, teased and hard just from lying there next to Loki. 

Thor rolled Loki onto his back once more, taking the time to remove his gown completely.  With Loki lying sprawled out beneath him, tits exposed in the open air, Thor could not control himself a moment longer.  Loki was still wet and slick, though again Thor had to coax his way inside, pushing himself as deep as he could go with what little patience he still had.  Loki resisted him now, but he wouldn’t always.  Soon, Loki would beg for this.  As Thor worked Loki open with shallow thrusts, Loki whined quietly at it, though he did not move to get away.  His breath seemed almost strained as Thor eased his way back out, and then forced himself back in.  Loki just needed a little coaxing, and soon enough he opened himself back up to Thor.

“You’re mine,” he said, finding a rhythm.  “I’ll never let anyone touch you again.”

He caged Loki’s body with his arms and fucked him hard, trying to get more of those tiny little sounds from him.  Those tiny little sounds that meant he wanted it, even if he was too ashamed to say.  Thor knew Loki wanted him.  He’d admit it eventually.

Loki’s breath hitched, and for a moment he even stirred.  Thor fucked him harder, hoping to wake Loki up enough for him to see what was going on.  Loki made tiny noises, barely audible over Thor panting and straining above him.  Thor waned more.

“Come on,” Thor said.  “You don’t have to be coy.”

He shifted Loki beneath him, finally getting another one of those desperate little noises.  As Thor fucked him, Loki’s breath hitched again, and again, though his body still did not move.  He wasn’t awake, but he was dreaming.  He was just on the cusp of sleep, aware but not aware of what was being done to him and with him.  Thor tried to hold himself back as he struggled to bring Loki to climax.  For a moment, Loki opened his eyes and looked up at Thor, whimpering something quiet.  Then he was gone again as he edged closer and closer to climax.  Unsure of anything while Loki was in this state, Thor lost control of himself and spilled his seed, trying to let Loki ride out the rest.  But he was tired, and now that he was spent, Thor hadn’t much energy left.

“You’re mine,” he said, panting against Loki’s neck.  “You’ll never be anything else.  Just a whore to bear my bastards.”

Suddenly taken by a strange urge, Thor kissed Loki on his neck, slowly drawing his lips and tongue over his skin.  Then he kissed him again, this time higher, slowly leaving a trail up them up to his ear.  Beneath him, Loki finally stirred and moaned encouragement, and so Thor did not stop.  Though exhausted, he was soon hard again, and as he lazily fucked his sleeping brother in his little cunt, Thor kept his mouth on Loki’s neck.  Taken with another urge, he bit down, leaving a mark for everyone to see.  Loki hissed sharply inward at it as his hips bucked forward, and suddenly Thor was spent.

This time, he collapsed next to Loki, barely settled beside him before he fell asleep again.  He didn’t sleep deeply, constantly aware of Loki’s every move and breath as the drug wore off.  He woke again several times just to feel Loki’s skin and listen to him, unsure how much time he had left.  Thor took him from behind again, holding Loki close against him as he tried to bury himself deep.  Beside him, Loki stirred, moaning and shaking his head while one of his hands fought to release himself from Thor’s grip. 

“No,” Loki said quietly.

Thor ignored his protest and held harder as he fucked him, working against Loki as he tried to get away.  He still fought weakly, with no power behind anything he did, allowing Thor to pin him down with only one arm.  His hand on Loki’s cunt rubbed and stroked, trying to coax Loki into admitting this was what he wanted.  Thor was spent quickly, but even as he lay quiet beside Loki, he still worked Loki’s clit with his fingers, while Loki tried pathetically to push his hand away.  Curious to see what Loki might do, Thor let him go and watched as he tried to move across the bed and away from Thor, mumbling something quiet that came without words.  Rather than letting him leave, Thor rolled on top of him, pinning him down.  His cock between Loki’s legs was already hard again, pressing firmly against the inside of his thigh.  Even drugged and half asleep, Loki’s eyes were wide as he stared up at Thor.

“No,” Loki said, shaking his head.

“We don’t have to play this game,” Thor said.  “Not now.”

This time, Loki would be awake as Thor took him.  This time, Loki would be an active participant.  He might pretend to protest, but Thor knew this was what they both wanted.  Loki’s cunt was slick and wide open, making it easy for Thor to push his way in as deep as he could.  Loki gasped loudly and tried to back off, but Thor held him in place.  Even as Thor rode him, Loki tried to get away, as though he was not enjoying this as much as Thor was.  But Thor knew better.  Loki began panting loudly, his eyes searching around the room, and for a moment, Thor thought he was finally giving in.

“Help!” Loki gasped out.

Thor knew there were wards, but he did not want to take those chances.  He brought his hand up to Loki’s neck and held tight, watching him gasp for air as he still tried to fight.  Loki struggled against him, trying to pull Thor’s hand away as his hips bucked and his legs kicked out.  Still, Thor fucked him hard, not giving Loki a single moment to think.  Then, he could see Loki’s panic slowly shift to horror and shame even as he choked for air.  He was no longer fighting beneath Thor, but moving along with him.  As Thor let go of him at his neck, Loki gasped loudly, panting and whining all at the same time.  Then, he closed his eyes, turned his head away, and went still.  Even then, his heaving chest and the rocking of his tits gave him away as he submitted entirely to Thor.  Thor fell into his own climax, spilling deeply inside Loki as he collapsed on top of him.  Still Loki didn’t dare to move, even as Thor kissed him along the marks he’d left on his neck.

He shifted his weight onto one arm, reaching down between Loki’s legs with his free hand.  Loki lay completely motionless, still looking away as Thor pressed his fingers into Loki’s sloppy, wet cunt.  Loki hissed sharply through his nose, his entire body tensing as Thor teased him with his thumb and fingers.  Rather than trying to fight back or get away, Loki closed his eyes and bit his lip.  His breath was shaky and deep, and Thor watched his breath hitch every time he dragged his thumb over Loki’s clit.  He pressed against it, teasing the inner edges of Loki’s cunt at the same time, and watched as Loki tried to hide the climax he was riding out.  A few sharp exhales was all Loki gave him, but Thor knew what had happened.  Loki had wanted it, even if he still would not admit it.

“Go to sleep,” Thor said, rolling off of him.  “Don’t worry.  I’ll have you once more before I sneak out.”

Loki’s breath hitched, but he otherwise made no sound as he lay motionless beside Thor.  As tired as he was, Thor wanted to go to sleep, but he couldn’t quite make himself get there.  With Loki awake and responding, even if the drug was still working its way through him, all Thor could think about was the feel of Loki’s skin between his fingers, and the way he moved as Thor fucked him, and the way his tits heaved as Thor teased with his fingers.  His cock was slow to stir again, but when it finally did, he once again took Loki from behind, both of them laying on their sides.  This time, Loki did not try to fight against him, though Thor held him all the same, his arm draped over Loki’s body with his hand working his cunt.  Loki held himself as still as he could, even as his breathing gave him away.  Thor could hear him starting to pant as he fucked him, thrusting his cock into that cunt so hard that the entire bed lurched each time.  He teased Loki’s clit with his fingers, hoping to draw Loki into begging him for more.  Several times, Loki’s body gave him away, and then he gasped and went still again. 

This was a game Thor liked to play.  This was a game he could play endlessly.  

After Thor spilled, he didn’t hang around.  He got up and dressed quickly, making sure to gather everything he’d brought with.

“I’d get new furs if I were you,” he said before he made his exit, leaving Loki where he was.

It was days before he even saw Loki again, though he assumed that as long as Loki was able to take his natural form, none of Thor’s seed had stuck.  Though it was somewhat disappointing, as he still wanted to see Loki so deeply humiliated, he still knew that there would be plenty more opportunities to get it right.  Knowing that it had not stuck only meant he got to try again.

But for the time being, he gave Loki his space, and allowed him time to come out of his own embarrassment.  They both knew that Loki wanted Thor just as much as Thor had wanted Loki, but only one of them was prepared to admit it.  Loki would still need time.  When he finally made his appearance in the great hall, looking for some other suitor that would drive Thor to a jealous rage, Thor had decided to let it go.  He couldn’t take Loki every time, because Loki would stop taking the form Thor loved and hated so much.  So he let Loki drink and make merry, and he did not interfere.  Still, it seemed luck was not on Loki’s side, and as he left the hall alone, Thor found himself following after him.  He caught up to Loki not far beyond the door, grabbing him by the arm before he could get away.  Loki looked up at him, putting on a mask of rage and disgust.  For a long moment, they both looked at one another, neither saying anything.  Thor had not given Loki the drug, but that didn’t matter.  He would have Loki one way or another, even if he had to take it by force.

And Loki knew this as well.

Finally, Loki sighed.  “Just don’t make a scene,” he said through his teeth, relaxing a bit beneath Thor’s grip.

Having expected more of a fight, Thor walked alongside Loki back to his hall, still holding tightly to his arm.  Once inside with the doors closed, Thor prepared to put up a fight, but none came.  Loki only stood there, looking tired and disgusted, frowning past Thor to the wall beyond.  Sensing a new opportunity, Thor seized it quickly.  He tightened his grip on Loki’s arm and pulled him over to the desk.  With a sigh, Loki rolled his eyes so hard his entire body moved with them as he turned to face it, putting his back toward Thor.  Still not entirely trusting Loki to cooperate entirely, Thor twisted Loki’s arm behind his back, forcing him to bend over the desk and expose his cunt and ass.  Loki cried out loudly, resisting but still not yet fighting back.  With his other hand, Thor freed himself from his breeches, and then lifted Loki’s skirts so it was all out in the open air, wet and ready for him.

Thor slid his fingers over Loki’s exposed cunt, and only then did Loki begin to put effort into fighting back.  He bucked against Thor, but Thor held him down, pinning him beneath his own arm.  He sunk his fingers into that entrance, finding it warm and slick and ready to be taken.  He probed deep with his fingers, dragging them against those soft walls, and soon Loki stilled again, grunting quietly through his teeth.

“No more games,” Thor said.  “Let’s not pretend you don’t want to beg me.”

“Thor, we’re brothers,” Loki said, trying again to jerk away.

“Are we?” Thor asked, still slowly teasing Loki’s cunt.  “I see a whore before me.  A whore with a cunt that wants fucking.”

Wasting no more time, Thor quickly unlaced his breeches and plunged himself deep into Loki’s cunt, drawing a startled yelp from his brother.  Beneath him, Loki moved against the desk as Thor fucked him, using his own free hand to brace himself against the far side.  He gasped and panted loudly, though whether in pain or in pleasure, Thor neither knew nor cared.  But he was no longer fighting back.  That game was over, and they both knew it.  Loki had given himself to Thor without any real fight, just as it was meant to be.  He didn’t fight back, but he also didn’t give Thor anything, holding himself stiff and still as Thor fucked him.  Even his grunting and panting stopped as Thor found a rhythm, fucking his brother hard against the desk. 

Using his own arm against him, Thor held Loki tight against the desk, while his other hand squeezed deep marks into Loki’s him.  Wanting anything out of Loki, Thor held him by the hip and pulled him back, driving his brother’s cunt onto his cock.  Loki whined and yelped through his teeth as Thor fucked him, almost lifting him off the ground with each thrust.  He kicked Loki’s feet apart, spreading him even wider, but all it did was drop the angle a little too much.  Hoisting Loki up entirely, Thor pushed him further over the desk so that the whole thing lurched forward inch by creaky inch each time their bodies crashed into one another.  Thor completely lost himself even as Loki cried out beneath him, bracing himself against the desk with his free arm.

“Stop this!” Loki shouted, panting loudly.

Thor twisted his arm harder, forcing him still.  Then, he dragged Loki back, pulling him against the surface of the desk so his free hand could trail around to Loki’s front and find his cunt.  He fucked and teased, trying to find the right angle to get Loki to cooperate.  When his growling protests turned to quiet whines, Thor knew he was trying to hold back. 

“We both know you want me,” Thor said, quickly losing his rhythm.

Loki choked back a gasp and tried to hold himself still even as Thor moved for both of them.  He still wasn’t giving in, but he didn’t need to.  They both knew.  And that was enough.  As he spilled inside Loki, Thor pressed him against the desk to pin him there.  For a long moment he stayed, panting against the back of Loki’s neck while he let every last drop of his seed spill out as Thor drove his cock deeper to reach Loki’s womb.  Beneath him, Loki stayed as still as he could, saying nothing, even as he panted and whimpered quietly.  Even as Thor righted himself to leave, Loki stayed where he was until Thor was nearly at the door.  Finally, he stood, putting himself back to rights.

“Next time, put me to sleep,” Loki said.  “Please.”

Thor huffed quietly to himself as he left, not particularly caring what Loki did with himself.

 

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what sister have I?

what sister have I? (8,085 words) by LokiOfSassgaard

Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Thor (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel)
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel)

Summary: Thor just cannot get enough

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no sister of mine: Loki

For weeks, Loki went out of his way to avoid Thor.  As much as he could help it, he refused to be anywhere near him.  After Thor had left his room that night, Loki cleaned himself up as best he could and used every ounce of his remaining energy to put himself right.  Even in his natural body, he still felt every moment of what Thor had done to him.  Every hard ache and sharp sting of it haunted him for days. 

But as long as he could shift out of that form, there would be no lasting consequences.  It was a bitter victory to take, but he took it all the same.  Whatever Thor’s intentions had been, he had failed on that one.

And still, during those moments when Loki was forced to remain in Thor’s presence, he could feel that something had changed.  He knew that whatever had happened had not been some horrible moment of drunken brutishness.  Thor glared at him.  He watched Loki like a wolf watched its prey, and Loki knew what it meant.  Thor was looking for another opportunity to catch him alone.  But this time, Loki had the upper hand.  This time, Loki knew to be wary.  He knew he could no longer trust Thor.  It was a sting that cut deeper than anything Thor had done to his body.  That sting would never heal, no matter how much time had passed.

But Loki couldn’t live in fear of his own brother.  He couldn’t live in the shadows, skulking around and forsaking any and all pleasure just to keep Thor at an arm’s distance.  So when the harvest came, Loki knew he had to claim victory over Thor.  He put on a form that was both familiar and painful to look at, painted his eyes and lips, and made sure his hair was perfect.  Thor would see him, and he would not be able to touch him.  Loki wanted Thor to die angry about what he could not have.

The banquet hall was full of visiting jarls and chieftains, giving Loki his pick of suitors.  He didn’t care whether or not Thor saw the men flirted and chatted with, sharing drink and stories.  When some young country heir tried to steal Loki away, he nearly balked.  He had not taken anyone since that night, but he would not let Thor haunt his bed a moment longer.  He took the man back to his hall and rode him like his life depended on it.  If he intended to have any kind of life, he needed to take everything from this strange man that Thor had taken from him, and he did not stop until they were both too exhausted to go a moment longer.

Early the next morning, Loki evicted the man from his bed, cleaned himself up, and drew a bath.  Thor hadn’t won.  Thor had not taken anything that mattered from him.  And still, for weeks, Loki felt no desire for a repeat performance.  He tried to convince himself he sliding back toward a taste for women, but he couldn’t bring himself to act in that direction either.  So he focused on his work instead, handling small matters for Odin and keeping up with his spies.  It wasn’t satisfying or rewarding work, but it kept him busy, and it kept Thor’s attention off him.  But in the end, it was really a distraction; a chance for him to cool off and calm down on his own.  And when the desire finally did begin to edge back in, Loki let it. 

He dressed himself up and returned to the hall to find someone to take back to his bed.  He played the field, catching the attention of several young men, taking drinks as they were handed to him.  But rather than livening the evening, Loki realised he may have overdone things.  So much time spent avoiding these occasions had left him with a weakened tolerance to so much wine, and suddenly all he wanted to do was find somewhere quiet before he fell asleep on his feet.  He made it back to his hall, stumbling over his own feet as he found his way.  Beyond his doors, the air was cool, and comfortable, and his bed so very far away.  He thought he might not make it, for as tired as he suddenly felt.  Every bit of him was heavy and slow, and even putting one foot in front of the other seemed a monumental effort.

But he made it to his bed, though not entirely onto it.  He sat on the edge and immediately let himself collapse onto his side, the weight of his lower half threatening to pull him right back down to the floor.  Before he could even remove his sandals, he was asleep where he sat, utterly unable to force himself to move those few extra inches to lie down properly.

Still dreaming that someone had helped him into bed, Loki managed to wake enough to lie down properly before he was asleep again.  He dreamed of soft voices and gentle touch, and in his dream he tried to encourage more, but even in his dreams he moved as though his body were full of sand. 

The touch that teased him and came from nowhere moved up his legs and soon was inside him.  He wanted to invite it deeper, but his body was not his to control.  Loki could only go along for the ride as some mysterious creature of his dream teased and toyed with him.

Then, the touch was not so gentle.  The soft, teasing touch inside him turned hard and ungiving, forcing itself deeper into him than Loki was able to let it.  Loki tried to move away from it, and to tell it to stop, but still his body has not his own.  Something hot and sharp cut through him even in his dream, digging deeper and deeper into him until it could go no deeper.  In his mind, he was screaming, but no sound came from his mouth.  Still, he could only go along for the ride.  As the intrusion inside him worked its way in and out and in and out again and again, the sting eased, though the pleasure did not return.  With his entire body stuck to the bed as though he were being pressed down, Loki tried to fight it.  He tried to push the weight away, but still it remained.  Still, his muscles would not do the simple tasks he asked them to.  

The helplessness invaded his dream, but Loki’s body was too heavy and exhausted to even protest it.  The dream became a nightmare as he was silently fucked by some formless being.  Worse, in his dream, he wanted it.  In his dream, his body ached for it, and he could not stop himself.  As he was fucked, he could feel himself rising to the actions forced upon him, as he was held down by he weight of his own body.  He could feel himself wanting more and more and more, even as the intrusion suddenly stopped, and all that remained was the weight that kept him still.  Then, that soft touch was back, trailing lines over his skin.  Loki wanted it.  He craved it.  As he touch reached his breast, he tried to roll into it, but nothing had changed.  Instead, he was teased and tickled, even as the touch between his legs returned.

This time, his body did not ache as he was taken in his dream.  This time, he tried to invite more.  This time, everything was agonisingly slow.  It wasn’t what Loki wanted, and he tried to beg for more; to encourage what he could from the dream creature.  He tried to use his body to let it in deeper, but every attempt failed when no part of him would do as it was told. 

Then, again, it was over quickly, even as Loki tried to invite it back to finish what it had started.  But it quickly vanished with more murmuring voices, leaving Loki alone in the black void until even that was gone.

When Loki woke late in the afternoon, his entire body ached from too much drink.  His head spun and pounded, and every muscle in his body felt as if it had been overused.  He hadn’t had that much to drink.  Surely, not.

As he came round, slowly and clumsily, Loki realised he had slept in a puddle of his own fluid.  He slowly recalled the dream he’d had the night before, of being fucked and used by some creature.  Whether a dream or a nightmare, he wasn’t sure.  But it was clear that he’d had far too much to drink, and that going to bed unfulfilled with a belly full of wine had been a poor choice.  He thought perhaps the whole thing had been his mind’s way of telling him to forget these games he played, and go back to work.

And that’s what he did.  He took care of business within the realm, though he felt distracted in doing so.  The dream had stuck with him, and every time he thought about it, he felt a stir of desire deep within himself.  It was a stirring he could ignore at first, but the longer it went unsated, the more persistent it became.  When Loki could take it no more, he returned to the hall in a gown and found himself a young man who was all too eager to share Loki’s bed.  This time, Loki was more careful with his drink, though not careful enough that the two of them did not get a bit out of hand, right there in the hall for all of Asgard to see.  Though being groped with the finesse of a teenager was not enough to sour Loki’s mood.  He took the young man back to his hall, and found no reason  at all to stop this game.

That night, he had no dreams, and though he did wake with enough of a headache that made kicking the young man out of his bed a bit more painful than it should have been, Loki saw no reason why he should not have enjoyed himself.  He had been paranoid and cautious for far too long, and now it was time to start having fun again.  He gave himself a few days to recover from the hangover of both his performance and the wine before he returned to the great hall, eager to find someone to repeat the performance with.  Loki found himself a few possible candidates, though none seemed quite up to the task of pleasing him in the way he wanted.  So he drank and shared stories, and before long began to feel the familiar sensation of having once again over done it.  This time, he made his excuses and left before he grew so tired he could no longer control himself.  He found his way back to his hall, stumbling over his feet as he walked, and found his bed infuriatingly far away.  He stumbled toward it, already struggling to stay upright by the time he got there.  As he fumbled with the furs and blankets, he was surprised at a second pair of hands helping him.  Slowly looking up, Loki found Thor right by his side, shoving him onto his back.

“Come along, now.  Let’s get you taken care of,” Thor said, already climbing on top of him.

“I don’t… what?” Loki asked.  He tried to find the words to tell Thor to leave, but none came.

“Of course you do,” Thor said.  He forced Loki’s legs apart, revelling in the slight resistance.  “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

Loki watched, unmoving as Thor freed himself from his breeches.  He watched as Thor teased his entrance with his cock, still trying to piece together precisely how this was happening again.  Only when Thor tried to push his way inside did Loki try to squirm away.

“You wanted this, remember?” Thor said, holding Loki down by his hips.

He had to use his hand to guide himself in, while the other held Loki down.  At least this time as Thor shoved his cock inside Loki, it didn’t tear and burn like it had before.  Still, as Thor buried himself, Loki tried to squirm away, but he hadn’t enough will or strength to fight properly.  Again, it was like his body was full of sand.  Trying to fight back, Loki shifted and rolled beneath Thor, making tiny noises of protests as Thor began to fuck him, deep and hard, taking everything he wanted from Loki’s cunt. 

Thor had done this.  Loki didn’t know how, but Thor had done this to him.

“I knew you wanted this,” Thor said, breathing heavily against Loki’s neck.  “You don’t need to lie to me.”

Loki began panting, the simple act of just trying to stay awake and push Thor off of him exhausting.  He struggled to move away, his breasts heaving from more than just Thor’s weight against him.  Even as Loki tried to move away, he could feel himself wanting more, and it terrified him.

Even as his hands tried to push Thor off, his hips rolled against Thor’s inviting him deeper.

“I don’t…” Loki said, before his head fell against his pillow, and his words were drowned out by quiet moans, both confused and needy all at once.

“Oh, I think you do,” Thor said.

As Loki feebly fought against him, however hard he tried, Thor did not have to hold him down.  His limbs were too heavy to move, and all he could do was whine in protest.  With one hand on Loki’s hip, giving himself leverage to reach as deep as he could, Thor’s other hand found Loki’s breast and squeezed the soft flesh.  Loki tried to pull his hand away even as he panted and rolled against Thor, different parts of his mind wanting different things.

“That’s it,” Thor said, panting heavily against Loki’s ear as he let himself lose control.  “I knew this is what you wanted.”

He did want it, and he hated it.  Loki moaned loudly against Thor’s neck while his hands fought with no force behind them.  Soon, Thor was driven over the edge, and before Loki even realised what was happening, he spilled inside Loki’s cunt.  Slowly, he lost momentum until he collapsed on top of Loki.  It had happened again, and Loki had been powerless to stop it.  Both furious that it had happened, and desperate to find climax, Loki let out a tiny yelp.

Moving suddenly and quickly, Thor removed himself from Loki’s bed, taking the time once again to gaze upon his body, used on top of the blankets.

“Oh, what would Mother think?” Thor asked as he put himself back together.

The noise Loki made next was definitely a sob.  Thor left him there, beating a hasty retreat before Loki could come to his senses.  He had hated Thor because he had acted on something so perverse, and now Loki had wanted it too.  Thor might have forced his way into Loki’s bed, but Loki was desperate for him all the same.

Soon, sleep took him again, and he dreamed of nothing.  When he woke, head full of cotton and haze, Loki found himself once again soaked in his own fluids, and still craving release.  His hall was exactly as he had left it, with no sign of a fight or a struggle.  He recalled Thor in his bed, but he also recalled the way Loki had all but invited him there.

Some other horrible, revolting dream, surely.  Wine and stress were getting to him.  He had been so badly scarred by what Thor had done to him that his mind invented scenarios every time he went to bed unfulfilled.

Still, he sought once more to avoid Thor after that, as well as any situations where he might act in poor judgement.  He did his duties for Asgard, and indulged his own hobbies and curiosities as he got the chance.  He ignored his desires as long as he could, until they became too great to ignore.  Again, he dressed as he always did, wearing a form that was once again becoming as comfortable as his own skin.  He drank, he listened to jokes and stories, and he took men to his bed.  As he fell back into his habit, the dreams vanished, and he forgot about them entirely.

But he did not find a man every night.  When none in the hall struck his fancy, Loki made it a point to return to his bed before he’d had too much to drink to take care of himself before he fell asleep.  But sometimes, the wine hit hard, and it hit early.  Loki found himself again too drunk too soon, and tried to slip away before it became a problem for him.  He managed to make it to his hall, and to his bed, but not into it.  He sat down on the floor beside it, drunk and unfulfilled and more than a little put out by it. 

He must have fallen asleep, because soon Thor was there again, helping Loki back into his bed.  But even if this was a dream, Loki was not going to go along for the ride.  He fought against Thor, though his punches and slaps landed like feeble touches against Thor’s chest.  With ease, Thor settled him in the middle of the bed and climbed in as well, once more sitting between Loki’s knees.

“Didn’t get what you wanted tonight?” he asked.

“I don’t want it,” Loki said, shaking his head.

“We both know that’s not true,” Thor said with a chuckle.  “You practically begged me for this.”

He pushed Loki’s knees apart, easily breaking through the resistance Loki tried to give, and settled himself so Loki could not close his legs again.  He hitched up Loki’s skirt, revealing his cunt even as Loki tried to pull his skirt back down again, clumsily trying to cover himself from Thor’s gaze.

Thor wasted no more time, and dropped down to his elbows.  For a moment, nothing happened.  Then, Thor entered Loki with his tongue, using his chin and his nose to grind against those sensitive spots.  Loki tried to push him away, and then his hand was in Thor’s hair doing the opposite of what he wanted as Thor teased him.  Even as he still tried to push Thor away, his back arched to press himself against Thor’s mouth, as though to ride his jaw.  Loki didn’t know whether he wanted to protest or beg for more, and could only whine in a confused haze.  He tried to back away, but Thor pulled him close again, and entered him with his fingers as his tongue teased his outsides.  Thor teased with his mouth and his fingers as Loki worked himself into a frenzy of contradiction as his mind struggled to figure out what he wanted.  While he tried to back away, his hand stayed in Thor’s hair as though to pull him close.  He tried to use his feet to kick Thor away while his hips rolled into Thor’s touch.  He panted and heaved, no longer uttering words as he struggled to figure out what he wanted.  He wanted more and hated himself for it.

Finally, Thor backed off, sitting up to admire his work.  Again, for a long moment, nothing happened.  Thor had said Loki had wanted this, and for reasons Loki didn’t understand, Thor was right.  Then, Thor was moving between Loki’s legs, and for a moment he thought Thor might leave.  Instead, he freed himself from his breeches.  As he settled himself, Loki looked around wildly as he tried once again to squirm away.

“No, I don’t,” he said, his voice slurred and muffled.

“Sure you do,” Thor said.  “I know you do.”

He entered Loki in one smooth motion, burying himself deep.  Loki tried to fight back against him, swinging hands with no weight behind them.  He tried to escape from beneath Thor, but all it did was drive him further into confusion.  One hand pinning down Loki by the wrist was all it took to keep him right where Thor wanted him.  Loki tried to fight to get away, but it was exactly what Thor wanted.  Worse, every time he moved, it only heightened his own lust in return.  The noises he made as Thor fucked him were no longer confused.  They were desperate, and Thor fucked him all the harder for it, driving him into the mattress.  Loki tried to kick him off, but his feet found no purchase.  Thor paused only to move Loki to a better angle, and suddenly something was different.  Loki was no longer fighting against Thor.  He was fighting for the release he’d been craving all night.  That it was coming from Thor was the last thing on his mind.  He realised only as he started to moan loudly what he was doing and forced himself to be quiet, but it was too late.

“See?” he said, trying to keep the same rhythm.  “I knew you wanted this.  You can’t fool me.”

Loki stopped fighting entirely.  As Thor fucked him, he rose closer and close to climax.  He tried desperately to fight it, because if he enjoyed it, he was no better than Thor, but he couldn’t stop the heavy breaths and quiet moans escaping his mouth.  He bit his lip through a pained moan, and Thor was all to eager to oblige.  He held Loki down as he fucked him into the mattress, bringing him to a climax Loki didn’t want.  Soon, his moans turned to sobs and pleas as Thor spilled inside him, using all of his weight to hold Loki in place.  Loki tried to get away, but the drug still kept him unable to do much more than flail ineffectually. 

“Was that so hard to admit?” Thor asked.

He sat up, leaving Loki struggling to control his own limbs.  He tried to roll away and put distance between them, but his body utterly failed to cooperate.

It wasn’t a dream.  He knew then that none of it had been.  Thor had come to his bed before, and Loki had wanted it every time.

He managed to cover his cunt with his skirt, but with Thor still sat there between his legs, Loki was unable to even roll over.  Thor only sat there, his cock still out, watching everything.  Loki knew he wasn’t done, but he couldn’t allow himself to encourage this any longer.

“I think I’ll have you from behind,” Thor decided.

Loki cried out loudly, though whether in protest or for help, he couldn’t tell.  He knew nobody would come, because his hall was still warded.  Everything that happened in this bed was known only to them.

Thor wrestled Loki onto his stomach, and then hitched him up to put him on his knees.  Loki could not stay there under his own power, with the drug still in him, so Thor held him in place.  Now, he was done taking his time.  Now, Thor was done pretending this was for both their benefit.  He forced his way in as Loki cried out again, and with one hand holding up Loki’s hips, and the other planted between his shoulders, he had his Loki exactly where he wanted him.  Loki cried out without words as Thor fucked him from behind with an all-too familiar rage.  Loki knew he couldn’t fight back, and tried to let Thor take what he wanted, but it wasn’t in him to just give in.  Pinned awkwardly, he tried to escape, but Thor held him fast, holding him against the bed and his body at once.

“Stop!” Loki managed to say between sobs.

Thor didn’t stop.  He spilled deep inside Loki’s cunt, holding him in place just long enough to let Loki known exactly what had happened, before dropping Loki to the bed, leaving him in unable to right himself.  He managed to curl up into a ball as Thor finally rose to his feet to right himself.

“Other whores have had my bastards,” Thor said.  “You won’t be the first.”

Loki nearly choked on it.  How many times had Thor come into his room and fucked him while he slept?  How many more times would he do it again?

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no sister of mine: Thor

It had been several weeks since Thor had sought to teach Loki his lesson, and it seemed the lesson had stuck.  Loki had not paraded himself around since the night Thor had followed him to his bed.  Nor had he allowed himself to be anywhere near Thor since.  When they were forced to be in the same room, Loki would sneer at Thor, only to immediately ignore him.  The few words they exchanged were cold and distant.  Thor’s message had been heard loud and clear.

And now Thor had a problem.  Ever since that night, his brother’s cunt was all Thor could think about.  He wanted to take it again; to claim that body for his own.  Unfortunately, his lesson had been well taught, and Loki had not worn that form in public since.

Thor tried to ignore it.  He tried to focus his attentions on other things.  He entertained maidens and took them to his bed, and pretended it was enough.  But in the back of his mind, thoughts lingered that he dared not entertain for too long.  Sometimes he wondered whether Loki were truly fertile in that form, and what would happen if he were not careful.  He imagined the humiliation and scandal if Loki were to give birth to a child.  And for reasons he did not understand, nor question too deeply, the thought drove Thor mad with lust.  He wanted to see Loki humiliated.  He wanted to see Loki at the centre of scandal.  And he wanted to make it happen.

But he did not know how to make it happen.  Not without Loki taking that form again.  Thor could get his way in many things, but this was something he knew he could not force.

Then, unexpectedly, Thor saw a familiar figure at banquet.  It was a crowded time in Asgard, following the harvest.  Country jarls from all over the realm were visiting, and surely Loki had thought he could hide amongst them.  Thor watched all night as he drank and flirted with strange men, and almost could not restrain himself from pulling Loki away and claiming him again.  But the same trick would not work twice.  Loki would fight back, and he would not hold back.  Last time, Thor knew Loki had held back until it was too late, and he had taken advantage of that.  He would not be able to do so again.  So Thor watched, almost angry with lust, as the the thing that was not his brother toyed with men, and eventually followed one of them out of the hall.

It was that night Thor hatched his plan.  That night Thor knew exactly what he needed to do.  Loki drank heavily on these nights, and he was not careful about it.

The berries were easy enough to get.  Crushed, they produced a tart juice that would be easily masked by any wine.  Thor was not sure how much to use, and dared not ask anyone for help.  This could not come back to him.  He measured out enough to fill a small vial, and kept it on his person, ready to be used at a moment’s notice.  But after the harvest, Loki seemed to go back onto his guard.  He still shot cold looks toward Thor when their eyes met at banquet, and Thor knew he was still being cautious.  But he could not be cautious forever.  Sooner or later, his own perversions would make his own lust too great to bear, and Loki would show himself in the form Thor desired.  All Thor needed to do was wait.  Loki had already shown himself once.  Thor needed only be patient.

Finally, it happened.  Finally, after weeks and weeks of waiting, and entertaining thoughts late at night, he saw his brother as he’d been so long wanting to see him.  He watched as Loki teased and toyed, and waited until he’d had a few drinks.  Then, he poured a glass of wine, and into it poured the juice from the berries.  He knew Loki would not take it from his own hand, so he summoned a servant to have the wine taken to Loki.

At first, he thought his plan might not work.  He thought Loki might be too wise to these tricks.  But then he drank the wine, and Thor could already feel himself stir within his breeches.  He watched as the energy Loki put into getting attention was shifted into maintaining his wits.  He watched as Loki slowly seemed to realise something was wrong.  And he watched as Loki excused himself and slipped away.

Thor had thought to get up and follow him; to make sure he arrived to his bed safely.  But he resisted the urge and waited a few minutes longer.  Only when he could no longer resist his lust did Thor stand and slip away as well, making his way toward Loki’s hall.  For a terrifying moment, Thor wondered if Loki had made it at all, or if his confusion had led him down the wrong path.  But Thor found Loki’s door unlocked and unwarded, either in oversight or to maintain appearances.  And beyond the door, he found Loki, still wearing the form of a woman, having barely made it into his bed.  Thor carefully closed the door and made his way across the floor, excited in a way he hadn’t been since he was a boy.

“Loki, you really must learn to take better care of yourself,” Thor said as he approached the bed.

He expected Loki to stir, but was met only with shallow breathing.  Thor helped Loki into a better spot on the bed, giving himself room to crawl onto the blankets with him.  Still, Loki did not stir.  He still breathed, and that was all that mattered.  This way, he could not fight back.  This way, Thor could take his time.  This way, he could take Loki as many times in as many ways as he liked.

He spread Loki’s knees apart and settled between them, still cautious.  When Loki still did not stir, Thor lifted his skirt to reveal his cunt, spread open and inviting.  He had not got to touch it before.  Loki’s fighting had denied him that.  He drew his fingers along the slit, parting those lips and feeling the wetness inside.  Loki had wanted someone to mount him that night, and Thor was all too happy to oblige.  But he moved slowly, watching Loki as he slept.  He watched his brother breathe as he breached that opening with his fingers, sliding himself inside to feel as much of his brother’s cunt as he could.  He hoped to see Loki’s breathing hitch, or to see his hips rise to his touch, but Loki was too far gone for any of it.  Thor drew his fingers out again, and then back in, again and again, trying to find any spot that might draw a reaction from Loki.  Even asleep, he must surely have felt the intrusion. 

He wanted to draw this out, but the strain in his breeches was too great, and he could not restrain himself much longer.  He unlaced his breeches and freed his cock, which seemed to point all on its own toward Loki’s cunt, like a compass pointing north.  As much as he wanted to immediately dive in, he forced himself to be slow.  Still watching Loki’s face, Thor settled himself between his brother’s legs.  The tip of his cock brushing against Loki’s cunt was too much for him to bear, and without even meaning to, Thor rolled his hips so he was already halfway inside.  Loki was wet, but he was also tight.  Thor did not slide in easily, and even as he tried to force his way in deeper, Loki’s cunt resisted him.  But it did not resist him as much as Loki would have were he awake.  He made his way in, fully seated inside his brother’s cunt, and could not stop himself.  It was even better without having to fight for it.  With Loki lying beneath him, open to him without resistance, Thor was able to fuck him as deep as he wanted.  Without having to hold Loki down, he could brace himself against the bed and put all of his energy into fucking him.  He watched Loki’s breasts heave and bounce with each thrust, and imagined that Loki moved against him.

There were no tears this time.  No desperate pleas.  Loki was getting exactly what he wanted, and wasn’t pretending otherwise.  He was being fucked, and used, and Thor was the one doing it.  Thor wondered how many men had fucked him like some tavern whore, without knowing who he truly was.  But Thor knew exactly who Loki was, and he fucked him all the same.  He fucked until he could feel himself nearing the end, and made sure that he spilled deep inside Loki, where the seed would not so easily find its way back out.  Still breathing heavily, he sat back up to examine his brother’s face again, and found him still asleep, though not breathing quite as evenly.  While he waited for himself to recover, he hitched Loki’s skirts up higher, sliding his hand along Loki’s skin; up his belly, across his ribs, and finally to his breast.  The soft skin felt warm against Thor’s as he felt the full swell.  His thumb found Loki’s nipple, hard and irresistible.  He drew his thumb over it in light circles, hoping this might get a reaction from Loki, but none came.

But while it drew no reaction from Loki, Thor grew hard again.  This time, Loki had opened up for him, and he was able to slide himself in without having to force his way.  This time as he fucked Loki, still unmoving beneath him, Thor set a more leisurely pace.  He tried to draw a reaction from Loki in every way he could, dragging his cock against Loki’s walls, while his hand squeezed and toyed with Loki’s breast.  Finally, Loki stirred, a quiet moan escaping his lips.  For a tantalisingly intense moment, Thor thought Loki might wake and catch him, and he prepared to put up a fight to finish what he’d started.  But then Loki quieted again, going still as though nothing had ever happened.  The thought alone of being caught was enough to cause Thor to spill again, and again he made sure he planted his seed deep.

Torn between taking his chances and staying longer, and not wanting to lose this opportunity again, Thor wondered if he should clean up the evidence of his visit.  But as he sat back on his heels and saw Loki laid out before him, he liked what he saw far too much.  Loki lay sprawled out before him, his gown a tangled mess around his body, with both their fluids spilling from his cunt.  Though asleep, he made tiny noises that suggested he might wake soon.

“Loki, you should be more careful,” Thor said as he tucked himself back into his breeches.  “There are all sorts of scoundrels about who would take advantage of a woman who cannot hold her drink.”

Still, Loki did not stir.  Thor left him there, exactly as he was, and slipped quietly out of the hall.

He had thought that taking Loki again would sooth that itch, but it did not.  Knowing he should not have tried his luck a second time, and the thrill of thinking he could be caught made him crave it all the more.  He gathered more berries and filled more vials, and waited again for his next chance.  Loki still seemed hesitant to show himself in this form too often, so the wait was another few weeks before Thor had another chance.  This time, however, Loki found some stranger almost immediately.  Watching them touch one another sent a stab of jealousy through Thor’s chest.  Watching this stranger grope Loki’s breast, and Loki leading him away drove Thor almost to a rage.  Thor wanted to follow them, to pull this strange man off of Loki’s body and take him right there.  He resisted, and instead retired to his chambers. 

The next time, he did not wait around.  As soon as he spotted Loki in the hall, he poured some of the juice from the vial into a glass of wine and called a servant.  This time, he did not pour the entire vial.  The first time, he had used too much, and Loki had not responded at all.  He did not want to have to fight to get what he wanted, but he wanted Loki to know that he was getting what he’d come out for.

It took a bit longer for Loki to slip away, and this time Thor did not wait quite so long to follow him.  He entered Loki’s hall just as Loki was struggling to get himself into bed.  He stumbled and fumbled, and soon Thor was right by his side, helping him onto his back.

“Come along, now.  Let’s get you taken care of,” Thor said, already climbing on top of him.

“I don’t… what?” Loki asked.

“Of course you do,” Thor said.  He forced Loki’s legs apart, revelling in the slight resistance.  “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

Loki stayed put as Thor freed himself from his breeches.  He stayed put as Thor teased his entrance with his cock.  Only when Thor tried to push his way inside did Loki try to squirm away.

“You wanted this, remember?” Thor said, holding Loki down by his hips.

He had to use his hand to guide himself in, while the other held Loki down.  This time, Loki’s cunt was inviting, eager and waiting for Thor.  Even as Thor buried himself, Loki still tried to squirm away, but he hadn’t enough will or strength to fight properly.  Loki shifted and rolled beneath Thor, making tiny noises of protests as Thor began to fuck him, deep and hard, taking everything he wanted from Loki’s cunt. 

“I knew you wanted this,” Thor said, breathing heavily against Loki’s neck.  “You don’t need to lie to me.”

Loki began panting, his breasts heaving from more than just Thor’s weight against him.  As his hands tried to push Thor off, his hips rolled against Thor’s inviting him deeper.

“I don’t…” Loki said, before his head fell against his pillow, and his words were drowned out by quiet moans.

“Oh, I think you do,” Thor said.

Even as Loki feebly fought against him, Thor did not have to hold him down.  With one hand on Loki’s hip, giving himself leverage to reach as deep as he could, his other hand found Loki’s breast and squeezed the soft flesh.  Loki tried to pull his hand away even as he panted and rolled against Thor.

“That’s it,” Thor said, panting heavily against Loki’s ear as he let himself lose control.  “I knew this is what you wanted.”

Loki moaned loudly against Thor’s neck while his hands fought with no force behind them.  It drove Thor over the edge, and before he could prepare himself, he spilled inside Loki’s cunt.  Slowly, he lost momentum until he collapsed on top of his brother, unsure if the noise Loki made was a yelp of surprise or a sob.  Not wanting to take any undue chances this time, Thor quickly removed himself from Loki’s bed, taking the time once again to gaze upon his body, used on top of the blankets.

“Oh, what would Mother think?” Thor asked as he put himself back together.

The noise Loki made next was definitely a sob.  Thor left him there, beating a hasty retreat before Loki could come to his senses.

For a while after that, it seemed as though Loki had been reminded of the first lesson.  He did not make any more appearances in that whore’s body, nor did he many many appearances as himself either.  Thor left him to his own, not wanting to give Loki any reasons to do something that might put an end to his fun.  Slowly, Loki began to show himself more, while drinking less.  Again, Thor had thought that Loki might never again give him the chance to take what he deserved.  Again, Thor thought Loki might finally behave himself.  But it was Thor who needed a lesson in behaviour before too long.  When Loki finally did show himself in that form, Thor resisted the urge to send him another drink.  If Loki remembered anything of what happened, Thor wanted him to believe it all some strange dream, brought on by too much drink.  He let Loki do as he pleased, and even turned a blind eye when Loki finally made his escape with someone.  Thor left him alone the next time as well, and when Loki left the hall alone, Thor did not follow him.  Perhaps then, Loki might let his guard down.  Perhaps then, Thor could drag this out even longer.

He picked a night when it seemed Loki would not be having much success on his own.  Again, he did not pour the entire vial into the wine he sent over, and again, he followed Loki to his hall as he made his escape.

Previously, Thor had not taken his time.  Previously, Thor had been impatient and greedy.  But this time, he thought that he could perhaps confuse Loki.  And he thought that perhaps if he confused Loki enough, eventually he would not need to resort to the drug.

Again he found Loki unable to keep his feet, slouched on the floor beside the bed.  Chuckling to himself, Thor knelt to help Loki up.  Even as he did, Loki feebly fought against him, though what he thought were punches and slaps were merely light touches against Thor’s clothing.  Thor settled him in the middle of the bed and climbed in as well, once more sitting between Loki’s knees.

“Didn’t get what you wanted tonight?” he asked.

“I don’t want it,” Loki said, shaking his head.

“We both know that’s not true,” Thor said with a chuckle.  “You practically begged me for this.”

He pushed Loki’s knees apart, easily breaking through the resistance, and settled himself so Loki could not close his legs again.  He hitched up Loki’s skirt, revealing his cunt even as Loki tried to pull his skirt back down again.

Thor wasted no more time, and dropped down to his elbows.  He had not yet tasted Loki before, but now that he was there Thor couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t taken his time to do so.  He entered Loki with his tongue, using his chin and his nose to grind against those sensitive spots.  Loki tried to push him away, and then his hand was in Thor’s hair.  Even as he still tried to push Thor away, his back arched to press himself against Thor’s mouth, as though to ride his jaw.  Noises of protest quickly became confused whines as Loki could not decide if he wanted to stop this or encourage it.  He tried to back away, but Thor pulled him close again, and entered him with his fingers as his tongue teased his outsides.  Thor teased with his mouth and his fingers as Loki worked himself into a frenzy of contradiction.  While he tried to back away, his hand stayed in Thor’s hair as though to pull him close.  He tried to use his feet to kick Thor away while his hips rolled into Thor’s touch.  He panted and heaved, no longer uttering words as he struggled to figure out what he wanted.

Finally, Thor backed off, sitting up to admire his work.  He knew he should leave then.  Walk away and leave Loki confused and helpless and wanting more.  But his own lust was too great to be ignored, and he freed himself from his breeches before he even knew what he was doing.  As he settled himself, Loki looked around wildly as he tried once again to squirm away.

“No, I don’t,” he said, his voice slurred and muffled.

“Sure you do,” Thor said.  “I know you do.”

He entered Loki in one smooth motion, burying himself deep.  Loki tried to fight back against him, swinging hands with no weight behind them.  He tried to escape from beneath Thor, but all it did was further fuel Thor’s lust.  One hand pinning down Loki by the wrist was all it took to keep him right where Thor wanted him.  The more Loki fought to get away, the more he heightened Thor’s lust.  The noises he made as Thor fucked him were no longer confused.  They were desperate, and Thor fucked him all the harder for it, driving him into the mattress.  Loki tried to kick him off, but his feet found no purchase.  Thor paused only to move Loki to a better angle, and suddenly something was different.  Even as Loki fought against Thor, he began breathing quickly and heavily.  He started to moan, only to force himself quiet, and Thor knew.

“See?” he said, trying to keep the same rhythm.  “I knew you wanted this.  You can’t fool me.”

Loki stopped fighting entirely.  As Thor fucked him, he could feel Loki rising to climax, and resisting it.  He tried to hold himself back, watching Loki struggle to keep Thor from seeing exactly how much he enjoyed it, but his breathing gave him away.  He bit his lip through a pained moan, and Thor could no longer control himself at the sound of it.  Drugged or no, Thor held Loki down and fucked him until those moans turned into wild sobs.  Loki cried as Thor spilled inside him, using all of his weight to hold Loki in place.  Loki tried to get away, but the drug still kept him unable to do much more than flail ineffectually. 

“Was that so hard to admit?” Thor asked.

He sat up, leaving Loki struggling to control his own limbs.  He watched for a long moment, sitting between Loki’s legs as his brother tried to put himself back together.  He managed to cover his cunt with his skirt, but with Thor still sat there between his legs, Loki was unable to even roll over.  With his cock still out, Thor considered his options.  He knew by now that Loki would never tell anyone what had happened.  He’d surely known after last time what had happened, and still he had continued to parade himself around.  Still he had continued to invite strangers into his bed.  He’d never tell, and he’d never stop this perversion.

“I think I’ll have you from behind,” Thor decided.

Loki cried out loudly, though whether in protest or for help, Thor couldn’t tell.  But when nobody came, Thor knew Loki had not lifted all his wards.  They were still veiled in secrecy, and Thor did not have to remind him.  He wrestled Loki onto his stomach, and then hitched him up to put him on his knees.  Loki could not stay there under his own power, with the drug still in him, so Thor held him in place.  Now, he was done taking his time.  Now, he wanted to take Loki like the whore he was.  He forced his way in as Loki cried out again, and with one hand holding up Loki’s hips, and the other planted between his shoulders, he had his brother exactly where he wanted him.  Loki cried out without words as Thor fucked him from behind, letting his jealousy take over.  All the other men who had fucked Loki like this had taken something they’d no right to take.  If Loki wanted to humiliate himself in front of the court, Thor would see him properly humiliated.  Moving both hands to Loki’s hips, he pulled Loki close as he thrust forward, slamming their bodies together.  Even as Loki squirmed to get away, Thor pulled him back again and again and again, owning his body.

“Stop!” Loki managed to say between sobs.

That single word drove Thor over the edge and he spilled his seed again, deep inside Loki’s cunt.  He held onto Loki long enough to be certain it had all made it inside, before dropping Loki to the bed, leaving him in unable to right himself.  He managed to curl up into a ball as Thor finally rose to his feet to right himself.

“Other whores have had my bastards,” Thor said.  “You won’t be the first.”

Thor left Loki sobbing loudly, knowing he would have to wait a good long while before he had another opportunity to take what he wanted.

 

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no sister of mine

No sister of mine (8,184 words) by LokiOfSassgaard

Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Thor (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel)
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel)

Summary: After putting Loki in his place, Thor wishes he hadn’t been quite so effective.

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I have no sister: Loki

Loki’s intention had been to find someone to take back to his chambers, but it was some evenings easier said than done. He shifted his form and wore a loose gown, wanting little more than to be fucked to exhaustion so that perhaps he could wake the next morning and be able to direct his thoughts where he wanted.

The form he took when he was in such a mood was not too different from his own. Tall and slender, softer around the edges. He wore this form to banquet, hoping to find someone who could get the job done. What he found was some fat, red-faced country jarl with breath like spoilt goat’s milk. Loki tried to get away from the man, but he stepped close, putting Loki’s back against the wall, and pinning him there with a hand just above his shoulder. Not wanting to make a scene, Loki tried to make polite excuses, turning his head away each time the man breathed in his direction. Then, the man shifted, and Loki could tell he was about to get handsy. It was time to let the veneer drop.

“Place your hands on me, and I will have my guards remove them from your wrists,” Loki said, letting his voice drop as low as this form would allow.

The man stepped back, giving Loki the room to slip away. For a moment, he thought to try again, but the whole thing had soured Loki’s mood. He turned to leave the hall with a new aim of taking a bath and finding something else to occupy his mind. He had lost the mood to rut, and now the slickness between his legs only served as an irritating reminder. This was the third time in a month he’d entered the hall already prepared to leave with the first moderately attractive man who showed him interest, only to be put off completely by catching the attention of someone his father’s age.

As he reached the corridor, he was surprised to find Thor suddenly at his side, looking at him with unbridled disgust.

“Bored already, brother?” Thor said, spitting the last word out in what was likely a deliberate attempt to raise Loki’s ire.

“What do you care?” Loki asked.

Thor rarely liked to be seen anywhere near Loki when he wore this form, as if merely acknowledging Loki meant Thor was somehow lesser or unworthy.

“You must be losing your touch,” said Thor as he walked uncomfortably close to Loki. “This is the third time this month I’ve seen you lose this game of yours.”

Loki rolled his eyes and walked faster, hoping Thor would fling his insults quickly and leave. He was well aware of his failures, and had already decided he would need to pick a new form the next time he tried. Too many within the court were onto this game, and refused to play along. But Thor said nothing. He just glared at Loki as they walked, twisting some unknown thoughts in his mind. Thoughts Loki did not care to entertain at the moment.

“Do you need anything?” Loki asked, rounding a corner that took them down a flight of stairs toward his hall.

It was a fairly quick walk between the banquet hall and his own, but one which Thor had never walked with him while he wore this form. That he followed this time was growing more and more concerning.

“Only seeing my brother safely to his bed,” Thor said. “It can be dangerous for a young maiden to walk the palace at night.”

“Whatever,” Loki said.

He said nothing more as he walked the rest of the short distance to his hall, not believing a word Thor said. Loki was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, and did not need an escort to walk to his own hall. Especially not one who would glare at him with such open contempt.

Loki walked past the guards at his door and into his hall, surprised when Thor followed him in. Even bathing was suddenly becoming an ordeal, and he hadn’t even made it to the bath chamber to start. Loki spun round to face Thor, hoping he would get the hint and leave.

“You’ve seen me safely to my bed,” Loki said.

Thor did not leave. He stood stiffly, between Loki and the door as it swung closed with a heavy thud. They stood alone in the hall, with Loki waiting for Thor to make his intent clear. Suddenly, Thor rushed him, pinning his back against a nearby pillar. Loki froze from the shock of it, expecting some calamity that never came.

“Thor, what the hel are you doing?” he asked finally, trying to shove Thor away.

Thor was drunk. Loki was certain of it. He tried to convince him to move off, shoving against Thor with his hands. Then, Thor shifted suddenly, and Loki could feel his brother’s cock pressing hard against the space between his legs.

“Is this not what you wanted?” Thor asked.

Loki began struggling in earnest, throwing his entire body into trying to push Thor away. But Thor was bigger than him, and heavier, and this form was not one Loki was used to fighting in. Each time he tried to find a way free, Thor responded in kind by pinning him harder against the pillar.

“Why do you fight when this is why you do these foul things?” Thor asked, holding Loki against the pillar as he pressed himself harder between Loki’s legs.

Thor grabbed one of Loki’s wrists in his hand, stretching his arm to hold it high above his head. But Loki changed little about himself when he wore this form, and he was still nearly as tall as Thor, with just as long of a reach. He tried to leverage against the pillar he was pinned against to disrupt Thor’s balance, but Thor moved his grip further down Loki’s arm, pinning him that way instead to take all his leverage away.

“Thor, stop this!” Loki said, fighting back with his free hand.

He tried to shove and punch, but in the close space, he could not get a good angle or enough speed to do any real damage. He still thought Thor drunk, and but a rising panic as Thor shifted against him made Loki realise he may need to cause harm to escape.

“I thought this is what you wanted,” Thor said, using his own free hand to unlace his breeches. “You’ve warded this place so heavily. Even if you wanted to cry for help, none would hear you.”

Thor pressed his freed cock against Loki again, making his intentions abundantly clear. The shock startled Loki into a moment of blind terror as he tried to fight back, pushing Thor away while trying to get his body away from the hard member pressing into his body through the light gown.

“No! No, Thor! No,” he said, repeating it again and again as he tried to kick Thor away.

Yet no matter how much he might scream or fight, Loki knew Thor was right, and that the guards outside would not hear any of what transpired. He was alone in this fight, and all he could do was try to kick Thor away.

In in panic, all he did was make it easier for Thor to press closer, forcing himself between Loki’s thighs. His cock trust upward against Loki, as if eagerly searching for a place to bury itself. Loki fought back with one hand even as Thor tried to lift him higher against the stone pillar at his back, to give his cock better access to Loki’s body. Loki knew he could get away, but he still held out hope that Thor would realise what he was doing before Loki needed to fight back properly.

“You want this. I know you do,” Thor said, hiking up the gown Loki wore.

He slid his fingers inside the folds of Loki’s cut, forcing himself in and pressing against his clit, still slick and betraying Loki’s earlier arousal. Loki stiffened completely, somehow still shocked that Thor was doing this.

“You even get wet like a whore,” Thor said, plunging his fingers deep inside Loki’s cunt.

The invasion roiled hotly in Loki’s stomach, and he was done trying to hold back from hurting Thor. He threw his head forward, slamming his brow into the bridge of Thor’s nose. Thor let go of Loki’s arm and stumbled back just enough to allow Loki to slip off to the side and put distance between them. But he had gone in the wrong direction, still putting Thor between himself and the door.

“You would rape your own sister,” Loki spat, stepping away to put further distance between them.

Perhaps it was a mercy Odin had only sons, if this was how Thor would behave.

“I have no sister,” Thor said, already moving toward Loki again.

He moved more quickly than Loki had anticipated, getting close enough to pull his hair and close the gap between them. For a moment they struggled against one another in place until Thor pulled Loki’s hair back, forcing his neck and back to arch. Then, Thor kicked his feet out from under him, sending him crashing to the hard stone below. Thor was quickly on top of him, pinning him down with his weight, even as Loki fought with fists and feet, swinging and kicking against Thor’s sides.

“You’re a disgrace, Loki. I’m only giving you what you want,” Thor said.

“I don’t want this,” Loki said, his words tight through gritted teeth.

He pulled a small dagger from a hiding space. He still did not want to hurt Thor, but would not win this fight on fists and feet alone. Throwing as much of himself into it as he could, Loki drove the dagger into Thor’s side, spilling blood over both of them and onto the floor. For a moment, Loki thought it had worked. Thor glared down at it, fury overtaking his features at the sight of the small blade sticking out from his side. Then, Thor grabbed Loki by the hair again and pulled him up, only to slam him back down onto the stone floor. Loki felt the back of his skull crack against the stone as everything went grey about his vision. Suddenly, his body didn’t respond to his demands. He tried to fight, to push Thor off of him, but his hands didn’t go where he wanted them to go, and moved with no force behind them. He could feel Thor moving above him, but his vision was blurred and foggy, not letting him fully comprehend what was happening. Then, he felt his gown being pulled and forced up, and suddenly Thor was between his legs.

The pain was unexpected, sharp and burning, and enough to bring him back round to reality. Though he was slick, he did not want this intrusion on his body. He found himself renewed enough to start pushing back as Thor held him down with his weight, forcing his cock deep into Loki’s cunt. He had not expected Thor to be gentle, but was still shocked at the force with which Thor fucked him, hard enough that Loki could hear the wet slap of Thor’s stones slapping against him over Thor’s grunts. Thor’s hips slammed against Loki’s again and again, causing a new jolt of pain both within and without each time. Loki tried to move back, to get out from underneath Thor, but he held onto him tightly as he forced himself deeper inside Loki, thoroughly violating him with each thrust. Loki tried to cry out, to beg Thor to stop, but the words stuck in his throat, catching and coming out in wordless gasps each time Thor’s cock caused a new wave of pain, again and again and again.

Then, Thor shifted, and Loki prayed that he had realised what he was doing. But he didn’t stop fucking Loki’s body, taking what he wanted. He changed his angle, fucking Loki into the floor and pushing against his inner walls and abusing his clit against the bone beneath his skin. Then, Thor’s hands were on Loki’s gown again, pull and tearing until his breasts were exposed. As Thor continued to fuck him, harder and faster, he changed angles again. He threw his entire weight against Loki’s cunt, making his breasts heave in response to the violent motion. Loki tried to push him away again, but his hands were still unresponsive. He tried to scream, hoping maybe if he was loud enough, the guards would hear. But the pain only grew as Thor abused him, and Loki realised his throat was tightening as his cries of pain turned to wet, strangled sobs.

“Stop,” Loki said, finally finding his words again as he tried to push Thor off of him. “Stop, please.”

For one glorious moment, Loki thought Thor would. He thought Thor had. Thor slowed, almost stopping, holding his weight over Loki as he panted above him. Then he bucked hard into Loki, driving his cock deeper into Loki’s cunt than there was room for it to go. Loki screamed at the brand new pain, barely having time to comprehend what had happened when Thor did it again, slamming his cock against his sensitive wall. Loki tried to beg him to stop, but Thor did not. He had found a new way to hurt Loki, and he exploited it, causing wave after wave of pain until Loki choked on his own tears. He couldn’t even fight back, his body was so overcome by an almost primal pain. Loki was almost glad when Thor started fucking him properly again, hard and fast, but with rhythm. He felt Thor’s hand on his breast, squeezing too hard and pinching his nipple so hard, Loki could only scream. He tried to pull Thor’s hand away, but Thor only squeezed harder.

He tried again to squirm away, hoping to slip out from under Thor’s bulk. But Thor grabbed him tight again and picked up his pace, fucking him harder and faster than he’d so far managed. Then Loki heard the noises coming from Thor’s throat, and he knew what was next.

“No,” Loki said, finding renewed energy to try to shove Thor off and get away. “No, no, no.”

He begged constantly as Thor lost his rhythm entirely, slamming into Loki and driving his cock as deep as it would go, hitting that wall again and again and again with new waves of pain. Spent, Thor finally collapsed on top of Loki, pinning him to the floor with his own weight.

“No. No. What have you done?” Loki asked, trying to pull himself away. His breath came in shaky waves, halting in his throat and chest. “What have you done?”

Loki was always careful in this form, not knowing what would happen if he allowed a man to spend inside him. He tried to get away, to flee, and pushed his entire body against Thor’s in an effort to buck him off. But Thor stayed on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside, but softening slowly. As if to plug him shut and not allow any of the spilled seed to escape.

“So you are fertile in this form,” Thor said, watching Loki with a gaze that seemed almost hungry. “Whores fall pregnant all the time, Loki. You should really be more careful.”

Loki froze again in his efforts to escape. Thor had meant to spend inside him. He had hoped Loki would be fertile. He felt that wave of terror return, and tried to escape again, struggling and squirming against Thor’s immovable bulk. It was a mistake. He could feel Thor’s cock hardening inside him already, eager to plant more seed inside him in case the first round did not take. And this time, Thor was not taking chances. His hands quickly fell to Loki’s wrists, pinning them down at his sides. Then, Thor adjusted himself to sit on his knees, forcing Loki to arch over his hips and onto his cock. Loki kicked and fought against it, even as Thor pulled his wrists hard, forcing Loki onto his cock. It was an entirely new way to cause pain, and Loki tried everything he could to pull himself free.

“It’s your turn to fuck me,” Thor said, pulling Loki in quick, harsh motions.

Thor was forcing him to participate, pulling him hard by the wrists again and again and again. The choked sobs Loki had been holding back overtook him, and he wept openly as he was raped for the second time in rapid order by his own brother, on the floor of his own hall. He knew as his shoulders were pulled violently that this was what Thor had wanted from the start. He had followed Loki to his hall for this purpose, and now he forced Loki to fuck him, as if Loki had wanted this as well.

Even when Thor let go of his wrist, Loki ceased fighting back, too consumed with confusion and grief over what was being done to him. As Thor shifted his position, straddling one of his legs while he hooked the other over his hip, Loki let it happen in the hopes that it would be over sooner. Then, Thor took his wrist again, and now when he pulled Loki over his cock, he was able to reach deeper, thrusting in to meet him and drive himself into that already abused wall with even greater depth than before. All Loki could do was scream and choke as Thor fucked him as if he intended to break through that wall. At this angle, he did not have to adjust himself just so to reach it, allowing him to gradually pick up his pace until Loki knew nothing but constant pain and the taste of bile in his throat. Even as he tried to fight again, Thor had all the leverage like this, and he used his cock to make sure Loki knew it.

“Do you get paid for this?” Thor asked, driving Loki onto his cock so hard, Loki’s vision went grey again. “Is this how you always have more gold to spend than you ought?”

Loki tried to pull back, but Thor kept his arms straight. He could feel the bones in his wrists scraping and grinding together as Thor gripped him harder and harder, another unsubtle reminder that Loki was at his mercy. Loki tried again to beg him to stop, to ask why he was doing this, but all he could do was scream and weep and choke. He could feel his own slick and Thor’s seed smeared around his thighs, something sticky and cold and slick all at once.

Again, he could feel Thor begin to shudder and lose rhythm as he drove into him. Thor pushed his cock in as deep as he could and held it there, holding Loki tight against him as his hips jerked and twitched to get even deeper. Twice, Thor had spent inside him, deliberately filling him with seed for his own twisted desires. Loki tried to escape again, but all he could do was move around Thor’s cock, buried deep inside him and still hard.

“Why?” he asked finally, shuttering sobs finally giving way to words once more.

“Why?” asked Thor. He pulled Loki toward him again, his cock slowly beginning to soften even as Thor kept it buried inside him. “Because your wet little cunt wanted it.”

Loki’s breath caught in his chest, a heaving sob that he could not control as Thor pulled on him again, pushing his spent cock as deep as it would go. It no longer pressed against that wall, but it would if Thor managed to rally for a third time. Loki feared that most, and tried to pull his wrists free from Thor’s grip.

“But you are a good whore. Perhaps I’ll seek your services again,” Thor said.

Loki fought against him, held in place by Thor’s weight against his thigh, and his arms pulled tight against his sides. He had no leverage to do anything but wiggle and squirm against Thor’s cock, and tried to find any way he could to move free of it.

“I do not believe I can manage a third round, but if you truly desire it, I can try,” Thor said.

Loki went immediately still. He took a deep breath and held it, staying as still as possible as Thor’s cock softened and eventually slid out of that abused cunt. Loki didn’t know how long it took for him to be free of it, but it felt like hours as it slowly softened and shrank, occasionally giving a little twitch like Thor had rallied for a third time after all. Finally, he could feel it as it fell out of him, something wet and slick and foreign. Even dislodged from Loki, Thor stayed where he was, holding Loki’s wrists and pinning him by his thigh. Then Thor’s fingers grazed his cunt again, sore and abused and slick with both their fluids, and Loki tried to jerk away.

“Do you bleed in this form as well?” Thor asked.

Loki didn’t know. He had never thought about it, though acted as carefully as if he expected that he would, if he spent enough time like this. He tried to ignore Thor now that he had calmed and removed himself from inside Loki’s body. Loki stared at the wall, refusing to respond even as Thor tugged his wrists again. Though without his cock buried deep inside of Loki, it was an empty threat.

Thor finally let Loki go and stood to put himself back together. Still ignoring him, Loki curled in on himself covering his breasts with his arms and bringing his knees close to his chest. Thor was done, but the pain was still present, radiating out from his stomach. The cold air on his exposed cunt bit his skin, and Loki was certain he could feel himself bleeding from some hidden tear somewhere. Not wanting to even think about it, he lay in place, knowing the mess he would eventually find himself covered in.

“You should see a healer,” Thor said, finally leaving Loki alone. “It would be a terrible scandal if you were to have a child.”

Thor spent a moment to right himself before stepping through the doors, leaving Loki alone on the floor. Thor’s words echoed in his mind, further proof that it had been his intent to spill his seed and get Loki with child. To humiliate Loki in a way the entire realm would eventually see. He choked on the bile that rose in his throat, his chest shuddering and heaving as he struggled to find his breath. Slowly, Loki found his breath, and then what little of his balance remained. His head sung with pain as he tried to sit, echoing the chorus from the rest of his body.

The first step was getting to the bath. If he could get to the bath and get clean, he could figure out what came next. But first, he had to find his feet.

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I have no sister: Thor

Loki was playing his games again.  Thor caught a flash of long, dark hair across the hall, and soon found himself staring.  It was a foul game Loki played, debasing himself and shaming the throne, parading himself around with a woman’s body so he could be fucked like one.

At least this time, the attention Loki was getting was not the attention he appeared to be seeking.  Most in the court recognised the form Loki took, and had begun to avoid him, meaning only visiting jarls and their ilk were ignorant enough to fall for this scheme.  And the one who had fallen for it this time had Loki trapped against a wall, using his sweating, fat bulk to keep Loki from slipping away without causing a scene.  Even from across the hall, Thor could see Loki flinch away from the man’s breath as he spoke too close.

Soon, Loki would extract himself from the situation as delicately as possible, and slip away.  Thor knew he could step in, save his lecherous brother from the situation he’d got himself into, but it was Loki’s dangerous game and he should face his own consequences.  Instead, Thor watched and waited, nursing his wine while the scene played out.  Finally, Loki appeared to have enough.  He quit humouring the man, and the mood between them grew dark.  A few quiet words was all it took for Loki to get the man to back away, giving him room to leave without causing a scene.  It was Thor’s cue to get up, moving quickly through the crowd.  He caught up with Loki in the corridor just outside the hall, knowing that the game ended here.  On nights where Loki failed to get the attentions of anyone he desired, he disappeared after.

“Bored already, brother?” Thor said, spitting the last word out so Loki would know he wasn’t going to play along with this game.

“What do you care?” Loki asked.

His voice was wrong, and Thor hated it.  He sounded like Loki, but also didn’t, lacking the low tenor notes that rung beneath the words.

“You must be losing your touch,” said Thor as he walked alongside Loki, curious to see where he would go.  “This is the third time this month I’ve seen you lose this game of yours.”

Loki rolled his eyes and walked faster, turning a corner that Thor realised was leading to his hall.  He wondered if Loki would finger his own cunt, when he could not find a cock to do the job.  He wondered how many times Loki had let other men plant his seed inside him, and if Loki even had a womb for the seed to take hold.  Thor wondered if Loki even had a cunt at all in this form, or if he just wore breasts and a softer face to convince other men to suck his prick.  Thor wasn’t sure which was more infuriating; that he did not know the answer, or that Loki did these things at all.

“Do you need anything?” Loki asked, rounding another corner that took them down a flight of stairs.

He was definitely retiring to his bed, and Thor realised he was following.

“Only seeing my brother safely to his bed,” Thor said.  “It can be dangerous for a young maiden to walk the palace at night.”

“Whatever,” Loki said.

He said nothing more as he walked the rest of the short distance to his hall.  Though there were guards outside, Thor knew the hall had been warded well, both from Heimdall’s prying eyes and against the guards themselves.  Thor knew that once the doors were shut, no sound would reach the corridor outside.  For so long, Thor had naïvely thought Loki had done it to hide whether or not he was in his rooms at all.  But he was older now, and he knew better.  He knew Loki had done it so none outside would hear him being fucked like a whore.

Thor followed Loki through the doors, stepping into the hall with him and waiting for the doors to swing fully shut.  He watched Loki as he spun to face him, annoyance plain on his face.  Loki had failed to find a man at banquet, and now would relieve his frustration by himself.

“You’ve seen me safely to my bed,” Loki said.

Behind Thor, the door closed heavily.  They were alone.  Before he could reason himself out of his own actions, Thor rushed toward Loki, pinning him against a near pillar.  For a moment, Loki didn’t respond with anything beyond confusion.

“Thor, what the hel are you doing?” Loki asked finally, trying to shove Thor away.

Whether he was trying to be gentle, or whether this form he took was weak, Thor didn’t know.  As Loki struggled against him, Thor grew hard in his breeches.  He shifted himself against Loki’s body, pressing into the void between his legs, making sure Loki could feel it.

“Is this not what you wanted?” Thor asked.

Loki’s eyes grew wide, and he struggled harder against Thor’s bulk.  He had been trying to be gentle before, Thor realised, and now threw his entire body into fighting back.  

“Why do you fight when this is why you do these foul things?” Thor asked, holding Loki against the pillar as he pressed himself harder between Loki’s legs.  

He grabbed one of Loki’s wrists in his hand, stretching his arm to hold it high above his head.  Even when he played at being a woman, Loki was tall, and it was a long reach even for Thor.  Thor moved his grip away from Loki’s wrist, pinning him by his arm instead to give himself more leverage, and take it away from Loki.

“Thor, stop this!” Loki said, fighting back with his free hand.

He tried to shove and punch, but in the close space, he could not get a good angle or enough speed to do any real damage.

“I thought this is what you wanted,” Thor said, using his own free hand to unlace his breeches.  “You’ve warded this place so heavily.  Even if you wanted to cry for help, none would hear you.”

He freed his cock and pressed it hard against the empty spot where Loki’s own cock should have been.  He watched as shock became terror, and Loki’s fighting became desperate and frantic.

“No!  No, Thor!  No,” he said, repeating it again and again as he tried to kick Thor away.  

All it did was make it easier for Thor to press himself between Loki’s thighs, with only the gown separating them.  Thor tried to lift Loki higher, using the pillar he held his brother against as leverage to put his cunt at a better angle to reach, but Loki’s size and his flailing made it tricky.  But flailing and protesting was still all Loki was doing; a token effort to make Thor think he wasn’t completely depraved.

“You want this.  I know you do,” Thor said, hiking up the gown Loki wore so his fingers could find their way to the cunt he knew he’d find.  As he slid his fingers inside the folds and over Loki’s slick clit, he felt his brother go completely stiff in his grasp.  He plunged his fingers deep inside, seeing how far he could reach.  “You even get wet like a whore.”

Whatever was holding Loki back apparently evaporated at Thor’s words.  Loki threw his head forward, slamming his brow into the bridge of Thor’s nose.  Thor let go of Loki’s arm before he could stop himself, giving Loki the chance to slip away.

“You would rape your own sister,” Loki spat, stepping away to put distance between them.

He was no longer frightened.  He was furious, and Thor could see it plainly on his face.

“I have no sister,” Thor said, already moving toward Loki again.  

He got close enough to pull Loki’s hair, bringing him close.  Thor looked toward the bed, but it was too far away.  It would be too much of a struggle to drag his argr brother that far.  Instead, he pulled Loki’s hair back, forcing his balance off so he could be dropped to the ground.  Even as Loki’s back hit cold stone and Thor followed him down, pinning him with his weight, Loki fought with his fists and feet, swinging and kicking against Thor’s sides.

“You’re a disgrace, Loki.  I’m only giving you what you want,” Thor said.

“I don’t want this,” Loki said, his words tight through gritted teeth.

He jerked sharply beneath Thor, half a moment before something drove into Thor’s side.  Loki had pulled a dagger from nowhere and had driven it into Thor’s flesh, spilling blood over both of them and onto the floor.  Thor glared at it, seeing the lengths to which Loki would go to fight this.  Loki didn’t deserve to fight this.  He deserved to get what he’d gone looking for in the first place.  To be fucked like a common whore.  Thor grabbed Loki’s hair again and pulled his head up as high as he could, before smashing him back against the stone beneath them with a loud crack.  The fight left from Loki’s eyes, replaced with a heavy daze.  Loki did not go completely limp beneath him, still trying to fight back with hands that had lost their coordination.  No longer having to battle fists and knives, Thor pulled the dagger from his side and tossed it away.  Then, he pulled Loki’s gown up over his slender waist, revealing the cunt Loki liked to get fucked in.

Thor expected to easily slide inside it, but though Loki was slick, he was tight; no longer aroused as he had clearly been earlier in the night.  Uncaring what Loki wanted, Thor shoved his way in as deep as he would go, feeling Loki’s entire body tense beneath him.  Loki started to fight back again, pushing against Thor as he tried to squirm away.  Thor thrust into his brother’s cunt, his stones slapping against those outer folds as hard bone crashed against one another.  Beneath him, Loki struggled to find words, protesting wordlessly as sounds got caught in his throat in time with Thor’s cock driving as deep as it would go.  They would both be bruised by the end of the night, and Thor wanted to see those marks he would leave on Loki.

He wanted to see other parts of his brother’s body as well.  Even as he pounded Loki into the hard floor, Thor shifted his weight to hold on one arm while the other tore at the gown Loki wore, exposing his modest breasts.  Thor wondered why Loki would give himself such small things when he used this form to play at being the palace whore.  Surely, he could have given himself any sized tits he wanted, and he chose this.  Thor watched as Loki’s tits bounced as his entire body rocked against the floor, and he wondered if he could make them slap against Loki’s chest.  He fucked harder, faster, sending pain through his knees as he used them to leverage against the floor.  But the pain was good.  It was a distraction that kept him from spending too quickly.  He could keep going this way, fucking Loki as hard as he could and drawing those noises from him that inched closer and closer to sobs with each passing moment.

“Stop,” Loki said, finally finding his words again as he tried to push Thor off of him.  “Stop, please.”

Thor tried to fuck the words out of him, changing his rhythm to one so slow he nearly did stop, only to buck hard enough to feel his cock slam into that inner wall of Loki’s cunt, replacing Loki’s words with mindless cries.  Again, he wondered if Loki had a womb, and if it was fertile.  Again, Thor bucked his hips to strike that wall, and again Loki cried out.  Again, and again, and again until Loki was once again a wordless, quivering heap beneath him, choking back tears as Thor took what he wanted.  He wasn’t fighting back now, allowing Thor to take even more.  He took Loki’s breast in his hand, squeezing hard to feel the subtle firmness below.  He pinched the nipple, and Loki cried out again, trying to pull Thor’s hand away.

He was regaining his senses, and began trying to squirm away once more.  Thor increased his pace, fucking as hard and fast as he could maintain.  It was enough to overcome the pain in his knees, and he felt himself rising to spend.

“No,” Loki said, finding renewed energy to try to shove Thor off and get away.  “No, no, no.”

He begged constantly as Thor lost his rhythm entirely, his hips moving on their own as if to make sure his seed was planted as deeply as possible.  Spent, he collapsed on to of Loki, pinning him to the floor with his own weight.

“No.  No.  What have you done?” Loki asked, trying to pull himself away.  “What have you done?”

Thor could feel him trembling beneath him, still too slow and sluggish to push Thor off.  His cock began to soften as it was still seated deep within Loki, slick with both of their fluids.  Loki bucked and squirmed, kicking his feet uselessly at Thor’s legs, completely trapped on the floor.

“So you are fertile in this form,” Thor said, Loki’s own reaction making it clear.  “Whores fall pregnant all the time, Loki.  You should really be more careful.”

Beneath him, Loki froze again for a tense moment, before he began fighting back with a renewed fervour.  His squirming and bucking beneath Thor already began to coax his cock back to hardness, filling that tight space back up.  Loki clearly felt it too, and before he could do anything foolish like find another dagger, Thor took his wrists in his hands and pinned them down at his sides.  He adjusted his position, sitting up on his knees and forcing Loki around him.  Loki kicked his feet, unable to do anything else as Thor pulled him by his wrists, forcing his entire body onto Thor’s cock.  

“It’s your turn to fuck me,” Thor said, pulling Loki in quick, harsh motions.

Loki heaved and shuddered, and Thor realised he was resisting crying in earnest.  It was difficult to get as deep as he wanted with this angle, and Thor could feel their combined fluids leaking out over his cock.  He let go of Loki’s wrist long enough to shift his weight, straddling one of Loki’s legs, while hooking the other over his hip.  It gave him a better angle and deeper reach, and this time when he took Loki’s wrists back into his hands and yanked back, he was able to thrust forward in return.  Loki screamed as his inner walls were abused by Thor’s cock, driving into that most sensitive spot with each new thrust.  Thor did not have to take his time at this angle either.  He already reached deep without the extra force driving their bodies together, but this way Loki kept unable to fight back at all, held in place not just by Thor’s hands, but by the pain his cock caused.

“Do you get paid for this?” Thor asked, driving Loki onto his cock.  “Is this how you always have more gold to spend than you ought?”

Loki tried to pull back, but Thor kept his arms straight.  Each time he pulled, he watched Loki’s shoulders jerk toward him, and his breasts heave with the motion.  If Thor didn’t know better, he would have mistaken Loki for a woman.  He was built like one, he cried like one, he felt like one.  But he knew better.  Loki was a man with a perversion unfit for a prince or a god, and in this form he was neither Thor’s brother nor sister.  He was argr, and he needed to be taught a lesson.

And if that lesson needed to end with Thor’s seed planted deep within his womb, then Thor would gladly deliver.  The thought alone was enough to drive him to spill his seed again again, pulling Loki onto his cock as deep as he would fit.  Thor’s seed spilled against those inner walls, deep enough he hoped that it would make it into Loki’s womb and not leak out again.  He held Loki onto his cock even as he was spent, keeping his arms stiff so Loki’s squirms only reminded him of the cock buried deep inside his cunt.

“Why?” Loki asked finally, shuttering sobs finally giving way to words once more. 

“Why?” asked Thor.  He pulled Loki toward him again, onto his softening cock just to watch him heave with another sob.  “Because your wet little cunt wanted it.”

He pulled Loki again, hoping to rally for a third time, but Thor knew he was spent.  The only satisfaction he got was watching Loki’s breasts heave from the motion and his own hitched attempts to stop crying.

“But you are a good whore.  Perhaps I’ll seek your services again.”

Loki fought against him, held in place by Thor’s weight against his thigh, and his arms pulled tight against his sides.  He had no leverage to do anything but wiggle and squirm against Thor’s cock still inside him.

“I do not believe I can manage a third round, but if you truly desire it, I can try,” Thor said.

Loki went immediately still.  He took a deep breath and held it, staying as still as possible as Thor’s cock softened inside him.  Thor’s legs stiffened and his knees screamed at the weight placed on them, but Thor held Loki as tight against him as possible, wanting to see how long he would tolerate this.  Eventually his cock slid out of that abused cunt, slipping into the tight space between their bodies.  Still holding onto Loki’s wrists, Thor adjusted himself to be able to look down.  Bruises around Loki’s cunt were already beginning to form, as slick and seed and blood leaked out.  Thor could see the mix of all of it on his cock, also abused from his own actions.  He reached out, grazing his fingers against Loki’s abused cunt, watching as he tried to jerk away under his touch.

“Do you bleed in this form as well?” Thor asked.

Loki didn’t answer.  He stared off at the wall, his entire body stiff and unresponsive even as Thor tugged his wrists again.  Thor did not think the blood he saw was from any natural cycle.  He had caused it, with his own cock.  And he was glad.  He had abused Loki’s cunt so completely, he would never wish to use it again.

Thor finally let Loki go and stood to put himself back together.  His side was sore where Loki’s dagger had pierced him, and blood had spilled and dried on his tunic.  Standing was a shaky affair, with his legs both stiff from the position he’d used to fuck Loki into submission, and exhausted from the effort of doing so.  On the floor at Thor’s feet, Loki curled himself into a ball, still staring off at some far point on the wall.  He did nothing to right his gown, and while he hid his breasts behind his arms, his ass and cunt were still exposed as Loki lay in their combined filth.

“You should see a healer,” Thor said, already stepping away to leave Loki alone.  “It would be a terrible scandal if you were to have a child.”

Thor knew he reeked of rut, but he made sure he did not look like that was what he was doing before he opened the doors and left the hall.  He knew he would make good on his threat.  Loki’s tight little cunt had been better than he had expected, and he would surely take it again if Loki dared to parade it out in public once more.

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I have no sister

I have no sister (7,212 words) by LokiOfSassgaard

Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Thor (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel)
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel)

Summary: Sometimes when Loki is in a particular mood, he wears a female form to seek a bed partner for the evening.

Thor thinks this behaviour is obscene, and sets out to teach Loki a lesson.

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Odinsons

Odinsons (78,431 words) by LokiOfSassgaard

Parts: 6
Fandom: Thor (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel)
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel)

Summary: Sometimes when Loki is in a particular mood, he wears a female form to seek a bed partner for the evening.

Thor thinks this behaviour is obscene, and sets out to teach Loki a lesson.

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