Baby Brother: A Thor/Loki Story

BY : Genevieve
Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor 2: The Dark World
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Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, The Avengers, or Thor, nor any of the characters from them. This is a work of fiction, and I make no money from writing it.

When Thor walked into the room, he found Loki touching himself.

Not touching himself the traditional way, like Thor had touched himself when he was alone— but with Loki’s duplicate image lain on the bed between Loki’s legs, head buried in his thighs. Both completely disrobed.

“Hello, brother,” Thor said, eyes trailing the duplicate’s naked form, and he slid the back of his hand against Loki’s cheek. His brother’s eyes remained closed, unaffected, one hand trailing through his double’s hair. “What do you want,” he asked with quiet loathing, “Don’t you have anything gallant to do?”

Thor didn’t reply; his thumb tugged down on Loki’s bottom lip, he could feel the gum line beneath it, the wetness of his teeth. He knew Loki would let him get the digit inside, that he’d suck on it.

“Let me see,” Thor said, he took his seat behind Loki on the mattress, one hand brushing the hair from his neck.

“You’re a nuisance, brother,” Loki said, but he didn’t tell him to get his finger out.

In adolescence, they had played together in bed. In Thor’s chambers, after everyone was asleep. At the dining hall. In the stables, when no one saw. In adulthood, Thor had charmed maidens all across Asgard, but still came to his little brother at night. It were an innocent softness between them, tender heartache at its purest form, something not spoken aloud.

Thor’s hand slid down along Loki’s naked abdomen, past the inguinal ridge, he tilted the duplicate’s chin up toward him, so he could see better. There glittered a streamlet of fluid from the member to his mouth, and the double lapped at it it, Thor brushed the his hair back with something like affection.

“Is that good?” he asked, “is he being nice to you?”

The Loki who was sat up rolled his eyes as though he really were burdened, “Do you never shut up,” he sighed, “You realize it’s just me and myself.”

Thor laughed, gaze moving from the duplicate’s face to Loki’s, and he kissed his temple. His voice came breathy and low, “Are you being good, then?

“Brother,” Loki said, “This is your way of conveying you’re frustrated, because you have no competency in the arcane.”

Thor’s fingers trailed down the duplicate’s cheek with something like fondness, he continued along the slick expanse of Loki’s inner thigh, then traced the small entrance beneath. “You like it here, don’t you,” he asked, and Loki cursed, that he did like.

“Want me to kiss you?” Thor whispered, “Just here?

There were slick rivulets glittering from where the other Loki was having at the member, getting the sheets wet beneath him. Thor’s digits went readily in, with low, profane sounds.

There it came, Loki’s mouth stretched in a satisfied smile, he was losing his focus controlling what his copy was doing. He laid his head back against Thor’s shoulders, murmuring quietly, “Oh, brother, yesss…

There came a low chuckle from the back of his throat, Thor peered from over his shoulder as he got his fingers in all the way, to the knuckle, though he couldn’t see them from there. He was so hot inside. Thor’s lips remained slightly parted, like he, himself, was simultaneously horrified and painfully aroused by how dirty they both were being.

He stroked him from the inside, mouth just at his temple, at the soft strands of his hair. His fingers emerged slick and wet when he pulled them out, glistening from the entrance to the sheets, he said to Loki’s double, “C’mere."

It was hard, diverting his attention from Loki’s cock, Thor said as with knowing compassion, “That’s right, open—”

He held his own lips parted as to demonstrate, he got his fingers in the double’s mouth. The Loki lain on his stomach hummed as in approval, he’d got both his hands on Thor’s wrist and sucked on the digits, his tongue going between them.

“Oh, you are dirty,” Thor whispered in Loki’s ear, he fucked the duplicate’s mouth with his fingers, then pulled them away. He brought them to the Loki who was sat up, the one he was kissing, who now was swearing at him for trying to make him suck them, too.

But they’re both you, remember,” Thor said, and Loki only struggled a little when they came in past his lips; the look in his eyes was something between selfish enjoyment and disdain, he really did like this.

“If you’re going to intervene, make yourself useful,” he said, “I haven’t been fucked properly in days.” He sounded almost bored.

“You could’ve asked,” Thor said, like he were a beast for hire, like he offered services and had a schedule on which they were to be delivered. Loki regarded him bemusedly from where he was dismissing his double into thin air. If they had cigarettes on Asgard, he’d be smoking one.

“Get on with it,” he said, “aren’t you wanted somewhere, to be kissed or admired or painted in the nude?”

“Think I’ve got a bit of time before that,” Thor said, not letting his brother’s dry humor get to him. He took Loki’s face with both hands and kissed his mouth, still completely clothed, himself.

(On to Chapter 2)

A/N: If anyone likes RPing these two, please let me know! (Contact info on profile)

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