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The Chitauri’s Revenge
Chapter Fourteen
            Thanks to Frigga’s spell, Loki slept deeply throughout the night. He did not stir, but just in case, Thor kept his arms locked around him. It would be unacceptable for Loki to wake alone, so he stayed by his side until the sun was well into the sky. It was mid-day by the time Loki stirred, his long, thin limbs moving into a taut stretch. When his eyes finally fluttered open, he realized that Thor was sitting at his side, one large hand tangled into his hair while the other kept a book propped open.
            It was an odd sight. Odd enough, in fact, that Loki lost himself in thought. “Thor…?”
            Hearing his name made Thor’s heart skip a beat. It may have been the first time that Loki had actually said his name since his return home. He looked over at his brother and gave him a gentle smile while stroking his hair away from his face.
            “Yes, brother?”
            “What… what are you doing?” The normal malice and accusation were painfully absent, but Thor knew that Loki was trying to make light conversation. Perhaps he was even curious, “and is that one of my books?”
            “Yes, it is.” Thor nodded in affirmation and turned onto his side. Instead of responding with words, he slid down next to Loki and propped the book between their stomachs. The literature was old, and Loki was surprised that Thor was even attempting to read it, much less understand it.
            “You are looking at spells?” Loki frowned. Why would Thor need spells? Had he done something wrong? Did he need punishing? The thought of being punished froze his lungs, but before he could properly panic, Thor cupped the side of his neck and forced him to meet his gaze.
            “For you,” Thor murmured, “for your nightmares, brother. Perhaps something that could keep them away, or better yet, destroy them altogether.”
            “My nightmares…”
            “Yes. Mother helped you sleep through the night with her own spell.”
            “Ah, that… that makes sense.” Loki nodded, and then turned his attention to Thor. They were both shirtless, clad in a soft pair of what Midgardians considered pajamas. Thor’s chest was broad and rigid with muscle. It followed down to the slope of his abdomen and then ended at the ‘v’ where the pants covered his groin. Loki had always been attracted to the way his brother was built, and would readily admit that he had a fetish over that deep ‘v’ and the way Thor’s back was built. He was magnificent in his own right, and Loki had always been, and forever would be, envious.
            “Loki?” Thor had become concerned with the distant look taking over his features. He was weary that Loki was relapsing, falling back into his delusions or nightmares, but it seemed that he was simply lost in thought.
            “It explains everything,” Loki murmured, as if that explained everything. Thor gave him a quizzical look and watched, curiously, as Loki’s fingers brushed over his shoulder, his bicep, his side, and then his abdomen. His muscles tightened automatically, framing them even more so, and Loki frowned. Each curve was well placed, well sculpted, so different than his own build. He was lean and not at all a warrior. He had been teased relentlessly by Thor’s friends, but now he looked at that as child’s play.
            “It explains what, brother?”
            “Why we are so different.” Loki pulled his hand back and kept his gaze on the bed. “You are Asgardian, well built, handsome, a warrior… Myself… A Jotunn, a monster that Asgardians warn and train their children to kill.”
            “Loki…” Thor wanted to argue, but he felt that, for the first time, Loki was opening up without his normal malevolence. He was talking again, which was a huge step forward from the night before. “I do not think of you as a monster. You are an attractive male, no matter what skin you wear. I will never think that you are hideous. If you want proof, you may show me your Jotunn form.”
            That made Loki freeze. It had been his last agreement with Yfulen, his last show of trust and affection before he had been man-handled out of the bed. In fact, he had been in his Jotunn skin when the Other took him. It had been obsessed with the grooves that decorated his flesh, sometimes going as far as licking them. The sensations had been excruciatingly pleasurable, and many times, Loki had grown hard if the Other licked and bit the skin enough. It had, one night, littered his body with kisses, bites, and licks until he was arching off of the bed and struggling with both the ache and arousal. The Other had not wanted him to cum, so it had used its magic to constrict the base of his cock. It was so incredibly painful that the pleasure could not over-ride it, but he had writhed and wept, anyway.
            Loki was filthy. Dirty. Soiled. Words could not properly describe how disgusting he felt in that moment. The memory of being so thoroughly analyzed with the Other’s mouth made him flinch from Thor. It was violent enough to startle him, but before Loki could pull away entirely, he wrapped a steady arm around his waist and kissed his forehead.
            “Calm yourself, Loki,” Thor murmured while he ran his fingers through Loki’s hair. “Do not let the madness take you again. Please.”
            Loki closed his eyes and concentrated on slowing his heart. It was beating rapidly, bordering painful. He did not want to slip back into one of his nightmares. He did not want to see the Other’s face or feel its lips or cock. However, the more he told himself not to think about it, the more he could taste and hear it. The Other had even taunted him about his ability to become pregnant. He had fondled him and spoken in his ear about what kind of child they could create. Loki had thrown up and hyperventilated while it laughed. He had begged to be released or simply be killed. It would be better than feeling the Other’s seed inside of him, of knowing that that could happen.
            “Loki!” Thor grasped Loki’s cheeks and finally managed to pull him from his thoughts. His distress eased some when the green eyes flickered with acknowledgement. “Truly, brother, you need to fight these thoughts. They… they take you, and it’s unnerving to see you so entrapped.” He brushed his thumbs over Loki’s high cheek bones and watched as he closed his eyes. The black eyelashes were thick and slightly moist from tears as they settled on his cheeks. The sheer darkness of them made his lips and cheeks pinker, and while it was beautiful, the shadows of his cheeks reminded Thor of how skinny he was.
            While Thor’s knuckles brushed his cheeks, Loki held his breath. He was fighting the urge to turn his head and take one of his fingers into his mouth. He was fighting the urge to simply hand himself over with his legs spread, like he had been trained to do. Yet, he managed to squelch that desire and simply allowed Thor to brush his fingers over his face, jaw, and neck. The familiarity was agonizing and incredible at the same time. He felt alive and terrified. He wanted more, but did not dare ask for it. The thought of being punished kept Loki still.
            Thor was desperate to distract Loki. He pressed their foreheads together and smiled, “Would you like me to raid the kitchen? I can bring some of your favorite dishes.”
            The thought of food made Loki’s stomach clench in want. His mouth watered and he swallowed. “I cannot eat a lot, Thor. Simple things, like broth or soup…” Given that he had spent months on nothing but water and semen, Loki doubted his stomach could digest true solids yet. He would have to eat little bits of food at a time to avoid hurting himself.
            “And you will be okay here? I want you to rest.” Thor shifted on the bed. He could sense Loki tensing, his body becoming rigid with the fear of being left alone. Yet, the trickster nodded his head. His mouth had gone dry again and his stomach fluttered with fear. He knew, however, that this could not last forever. Eventually, he would have to heal. He would have to go back to being the God of Mischief, the trickster everyone hated and made dirty comments about.
            Loki shuddered. What would happen if his condition got out? If the people of Asgard knew what happened to him? It made him want to retch, but he managed to control himself. Instead, he took in a long breath and nodded to Thor. “I will be fine here,” he murmured while absently tucking the blanket closer to himself. He almost began squirming under Thor’s concerned gaze, but the blonde left a few moments later.
            It was surprising that Odin hadn’t destroyed his room, or at the very least, given it to a servant. Loki was sure that the king did not see him as his child anymore. Despite his desperate attempts to catch Odin’s eye, to find approval for anything that he did—just one would have been enough—Loki may not be in this situation. He remembered, clearly, when he had tried to get rid of his own kind—monsters. His attempts had failed, and with that, his wish to find his own place in Odin’s heart. He had learned that nothing less than being Thor would grant him that.
            Let’s play…
            Loki sucked in a sharp breath. He whipped the covers off of his body and glanced frantically around the room. The voice, that voice. It was so familiar. He knew it all too well.
            He doesn’t deserve the throne. He is weak. Asgard will fall under his rule. Let’s play.
            Loki shook his head and stumbled off of the bed. His head swam with the lack of nutrition, sending his body into the wall. He anchored himself there, suddenly desperate to get out. He needed someone, anyone, to drive the voice away.
            Odin was going to leave you in the cell to rot. He knew it wasn’t your fault, but he doesn’t care.
            “Shut up!” Loki snapped. He brought his hands to his head and clutched himself. No. He had gotten rid of the voice so long ago. It hadn’t even bothered him when he was with the Other. He hissed as pressure began to make his temples pound and blood rush through his ears. His body gave into the discomfort and slid down the wall.
            I will play, whether or not you want to.
            “No, no, no,” Loki shook his head again. He tucked his knees to his chest and shut his eyes tightly. “I will not allow you to take over!” The cackling in his mind told him that it was not his choice. “Not again, you will not use me.”
            But his head felt as if it was imploding.
            He could not control his rapid breaths.
            Everything swirled in front of him.
            He fought, desperately, until it ate away his mind and forced him into blackness.
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                “Loki,” Thor had entered the room and nearly dropped the platter of food when he saw Loki sprawled on the floor. He set the plate down on the bed and kneeled next to Loki. After checking him over for injuries, Thor let out a breathy sigh and shook his head. “Loki, wake up. Brother.”
            When Loki’s eyes fluttered open, Thor froze. His irises were blown wide, and the small amount of color around them flashed blue. It reminded him of their battle on top of Stark Tower. Loki had stabbed him, his expression crazed, his words vicious. The blue in his eyes made Thor’s skin crawl, but before he could say anything, Loki scowled. The sudden twist of his expression alarmed Thor, and as he moved backward, Loki jolted and threw a burst of magic at him.
            Thor’s back hit the wall hard enough to crack it. He fell to his feet and immediately rolled away from another attack. “Loki!” He snapped, throwing himself forward and tackling the trickster to the ground. “Loki, stop this madness! Get a hold of yourself!” He may not have the magical prowess that his brother possessed, but he had strength. He pinned Loki onto his stomach and grabbed his wrists. After wrenching his arms behind his back, Thor frowned. Loki had gone still, his body shivering and his lips parted to ease his breathless gasps.
            “Loki—Loki, brother, are you hurt?” Thor did not risk letting Loki’s wrists go, his concerned gaze flickering over what parts of Loki’s body he could see. “What caused this? Speak to me.”
            “Is this what you want?” Loki spat. “Me, beneath you, like some quim?” He squirmed for a moment, but stilled when Thor tightened his hands on his wrist.
            “Loki, what are…” Thor swallowed. Had Loki noticed his glances? His flushed skin? The way he had held Loki? Were his repulsive thoughts so obvious? “I do not know what you are talking about.”
            “Oh, please,” Loki laughed. Thor had straddled his hips just perfectly for him. He adjusted his hips and ground his ass up against Thor’s lap, and his laughter continued. “You cannot hide how grotesque you are, brother. Go on, do what you want. I couldn’t stop him, so how would I be able to stop you?”
            Thor’s thoughts were rampant. Loki was grinding against him, muttering at him, and something about his body was driving Thor’s mind to the deep end. It was as if he had drunk too much mead and decisions were impossible. Was it magic? Did Loki do something to him? He still held Loki’s wrists tightly in one hand, his other pushing down his lower back to keep him pinned.
            “Loki, stop, this is not—“
            “Go ahead, brother.”
            “Loki—“
            “Take me, brother, or do you need more incentive?”
            “More incentive—wait, no Loki, stop this!” Thor scowled, the hold on Loki’s wrists tightening until Loki whimpered. He froze, realizing that his grip was probably grinding bones, and immediately released him. Loki was trying to get under his skin and he was succeeding. Thor staggered to his feet and backed away, honestly worried that he may do something he would regret.
            Loki’s laughter filled the room again. Was Odin correct? Was this a trick? Was this all a plan? Thor ground his teeth as he watched Loki stand and compose himself. It did not help that, even malnourished, Loki was beautiful. His porcelain skin was supple and smooth, his limbs long and appealing. His black hair, even as wild as it is, framed his face perfectly. It was hard to squash his desires—those that he had had flittingly growing up. It became worse after Loki had kissed him and insisted on undoing his pants.
            And it was only getting worse as Loki sauntered toward him, his eyes half-lidded and lips curled into a wicked smile. Thor swallowed, again, while he fought the urge to step back. He did not want to hurt Loki, but he also did not want him any closer. The fear of taking advantage of Loki in this state made his skin crawl. He was not himself. He could not be. Just an hour ago, he was comatose. Had that been a trick?
            “Thor,” That brought his attention back to Loki. He had purred his name, had let it roll off his tongue with a huskiness that made Thor’s toes curl. “Would you like to see that incentive?” Loki’s eyes fluttered and Thor worked his jaw. No, he did not want to see the incentive. He did not want to see why Loki’s skin was flushing, or how his tongue was poking out between his lips, or how his slender fingers moved across his stomach and hips.
            “You are not yourself, Loki,” Thor groused. His voice sounded as if he had eaten rocks and he knew it was because of the burning arousal. He wanted Loki. He knew that. The straining in his pants was proof of that—but not like this. “Please, brother, stop this.”
            Loki paused just a foot away from Thor. His eyes glittered with mischief as he, quite obviously, looked Thor over. “Come now, Thor. Why refuse me? You let him take me. You let him have me. You let him claim me, and you cannot bother to undo it?”
            Confusion made Thor’s mind ache. He glared at his brother and shook his head, “I did not allow him to do anything—“
            “You did!” Loki snapped, his seductive stance changing to offensive. “You let them take me. You let them whip me, starve me, rape me!”
            “I did not!” Thor bellowed.
            “Liar!” Loki was seething now, spitting venom from each syllable. “Was it your hope to rid yourself of me? Give me over and hope, uselessly, that I would not return? Was that your hope Odinson? Rid yourself of the illegitimate brother—“
            Thor launched himself at Loki. He tackled him to the floor, their chests pressed together as, once again, he encircled Loki’s wrist in one of his palms and pinned them above his head. Loki hissed and spat insults, writhing uselessly below the larger, more muscular form. Thor, having had enough of his brother’s words, his doubts, his mindless ravings, pressed their lips together. Their kiss was a battle, just as their words and bodies were, teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. When they finally broke away, breathless, Thor took in Loki’s flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and glazed eyes. Yes, he wanted his brother, and if that yanked him from his madness, Thor would willingly take him.
            Instead of speaking, Thor used his free hand to pull Loki’s face to the side. He kissed a line from the corner of his lips to his ear. His teeth scraped by the lobe, and he groaned as Loki’s body arched and their hips ground together. He moved his mouth down to the juncture of his neck and shoulder and bit. His brother gasped and strained against his hold on his wrists. Thor was unrelenting, though, and kept Loki firmly in place while he ground their bodies together.
            “Thor—“ Loki turned his head just enough to whimper against Thor’s ear, “Do not tease me. We have wanted this far too long. Is that not right?” He hiked his hips against Thor’s and moaned at the delicious friction, pleasure curling at the base of his spine and in the pit of his stomach. “Please, Thor.”
            Thor was not sure if it was his desire or Loki’s magic, but his lust quickly overcame his logic. He finally let go of Loki’s wrists to tear his pants from his hips. He threw the fabric to the side and took in Loki’s body. He still wore his shirt, rumpled and pushed up along his stomach. His cheeks were flushed, as was his body, and his cock strained against his stomach. It was blushed red, small amounts of pre-cum dribbling on his stomach. It was not surprising that they abused Loki the way they had. He was absolutely gorgeous like this, and Thor had to convince himself that he was not like them. No, he loved his brother. He wanted to make love to him, not simply fuck him. He wanted Loki to remember this and throw away everything that had happened to him.
            “Thor,” Loki was whining now. He spread his legs for his brother and finally moved one hand down below his cock. He spread his cheeks apart to show Thor the most intimate part of him, to invite him in, and he was successful. Thor groaned at the sight of Loki spreading for him. He wanted inside of Loki. He wanted to hear him scream in ecstasy. He leaned over Loki’s stretched body and pressed their lips together again. At the same time, he pressed his hand over Loki’s, adjusting his fingers so that one prodded against the puckered hole.
            The muscles resisted as Thor pushed a single finger in. He noticed that Loki was wet, smooth, and unbearably hot. Had he prepared himself before Thor came in? Had he played with himself? The thought made him groan. How had he become wet otherwise? He shifted above Loki as he pushed another finger beside the first. Instead of continuing their wet kiss, Thor moved back to watch Loki’s body welcome his fingers. His cock ached as he was swallowed into that heat, and his control snapped as the muscles clenched around his fingers.
            Thor pulled his fingers from Loki’s body. He grasped his hips and yanked him closer. The movement made Loki whimper, but Thor could not bring himself to care. His mind was foggy with lust and something he could not name or place. He assumed it was all those years of repressed desires. Now, though, Loki was sprawled out in front of him. He was begging to be taken, his hands moving back down to the globes of his ass. He spread them, and that was all the incentive Thor needed. Using one hand, Thor pressed the tip of his cock against Loki’s hole and slowly eased in. The heat was dizzying at first, and he had to take several breaths to prevent himself from simply driving Loki against the floor.
            “Don’t,” Loki gasped, arching his back off the floor as just the head settled into his body, “I am not a woman, Thor. Do not hold back on me. Unless this is all that you have?” He began to laugh, but the noise was cut off by a gasp as Thor pushed entirely into him in one swift, hard thrust. Pain blossomed and spots danced in front of Loki’s vision, but that was the purpose of this. He wanted it to hurt. “Yes,” he dropped his head back and keened for Thor.
            Thor shuddered as Loki’s body clenched around him. The heat was nearly impossible, but it may just be the fact that he was fucking his brother. He groaned and slid one hand below Loki’s ass. He hiked him up just enough to change the angle. Slowly, agonizingly, he pulled from Loki’s body. After watching Loki writhe in dismay and protest, he snapped his hips forward. It made Loki cry out, and he decided he loved Loki’s voice. It was unrestrained, wild, everything that Loki was not. He held Loki at that angle while moving his hips. Each time he thrust in, Loki would clench and whimper, his head thrown back against the floor.
            Loki was undeniably stunning.
            And Thor was claiming him. Loki was his, and as he seated himself again in that tight heat, he knew he would not allow anyone else to touch him. Thor tucked both arms around Loki’s thighs and hiked him up even further against his own body. His calves ended up resting on his shoulders, and Loki nearly screamed as the next thrust pushed brutally against his prostate. The lithe body twisted, his lips parted in silent cries and pleas, and Thor was all too willing to oblige him. He moved his hips unapologetically over and over against that bundle of nerves, his own chest heaving with breaths as he watched, entranced, as Loki grew closer and closer to his climax.
            “Thor—Thor--,” Loki reached up and grasped Thor’s biceps, his nails digging viciously into the skin as that curl of pleasure at the bottom of his spine shot out into his limbs. He raked Thor’s flesh, leaving bright, angry trails as his body began to spasm. Each crashing wave of pleasure brought another cry from Loki, his cock pulsating as cum splashed over his stomach and chest. He writhed further, all too sensitive, as Thor continued to pound into him. The constant attack on his prostate made him mewl and keen, the pleasure nearly painful.
            Finally, Thor came. He groaned as he released inside of Loki, continuing to move his hips so that every drop was pulled from him. He slowed his hips, fighting the urge to collapse against Loki. It would be incredibly uncomfortable, given that his legs were still propped over Thor’s shoulders. Gently, Thor eased each leg to the floor. He looked over Loki and could not help smiling. He gave Loki pleasure. He made him writhe, whimper, and cry. Perhaps, if they grew closer, Loki could let go of his madness.
            “We should bathe,” Thor murmured, his smile growing as Loki’s eyes fluttered open.
            “Sleep,” Loki murmured, clearly too exhausted to bother with a bath. Thor eased himself from Loki’s body and then gathered him into his arms. Instead of taking him to the bath, he eased Loki onto the bed. When he began to ruffle the sheets, Loki shook his head, too warm to care for them. Instead, Loki turned onto his side and curled up, content to simply lay there.
            “I will need to reheat our food,” Thor informed him quietly. “I will bathe and then do so.” He ran his fingers through Loki’s hair and smiled when he received a nod. It was not until he was partially dressed and gone that Loki opened his eyes.
            “Fool,” Loki cooed. He waved one hand and watched with a wicked smirk as cuffs formed around his wrists. The chain coiled around the bedframe, pulling his arms taut above his head. When he was sure that Loki would wake to his worst nightmare, the Other allowed Loki’s eyelids to shut. It was all too easy to trick Thor, and now Loki’s only solace in Asgard was his rapist.
            The Other cackled, thrilled with his plan. Loki would wake chained to his brother’s bed. He would smell sex, feel Thor’s essence inside of him, and then ache. He would ache and realize that he had been raped by Thor, his brother. No matter where Loki went, the Other would find him, and ruin everything he held dear.
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