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Avengers Minis	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 39138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Tiny Tastes and Defile Thrones
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Thor/Loki
Part: 1/2
Word Count: 1,863
AN: Not much to say beyond this is a gift fic for someone not on here. I’m posting this now since I’m still working on Touch My Heart 2. >> I hope to get that done before I post part 2 of this story.
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Standing before the throne, staring at it with a dark look upon his face, Thor rolled his shoulders as he thought of what he had learned. He had gone to his mother’s rooms, rooms that had been turned into a shrine of a shining soul that had long died, and heard something, someone that he had not thought to ever hear again. “Loki,” he murmured under his breath, his eyes closing as he once more rolled his shoulders.
He had gone to see their mother’s rooms, to feel their mother’s presence that lingered there still but had instead found his brother.
Standing before her dresser.
Holding a small painting that they had had created for a birthday so long ago.
An expression of sadness upon his face as he stroked the frame.
The words that had come from Loki had shown Thor just what he had done in the last six months since the end of the war that had taken their mother, and apparently had placed their father into a sleep once more, though hidden as it had been. He could understand why Loki would have hidden that, especially when hearing that his brother had not wanted the throne this time.
But still he wondered why his brother had hidden the fact that he was playing as King with Odin’s face without telling him.
The sound of the doors closing with a soft thunk and the locks engaging dragged Thor away from his inner contemplation of what he had learned, finding Loki as Odin standing there. The look on his face was one that Thor had never seen on their father’s face but was one that he had often seen on his brother’s face.
A guarded worry that stabbed at his heart and only made him angry.
“Why? Why did you lie and hide?” he snarled as Loki sighed and dropped the illusion of Odin, brushing his hair back out of his face. The locks were much longer than Thor had seen on him, a sign of mourning when it came to the younger God as he had learned when they were young teenagers.
“I have my reasons,” Loki stated, eyes narrowed as he walked over to the throne, sitting down on it with a swish of his jacket. Thor snarled and stalked up to the dais, looming over his brother, watching as the others face turned bored, almost blank as he gazed up at him.
“But why lie to me!? I mourned you, mourned that I was never able to gain your forgiveness for my wrongdoings,” he growled, eyes flaring, Loki’s eyes flaring in return.
“Your wrong doings? Is it always all about you, brother?” Loki purred, the tone dangerous and low. “I was your brother and yet never once did you stop your supposed friends from looking down upon me for being a user of magic, of knowing how to fight with both body and will. Not once did you come to my rescue when father decided to listen to prophecies that are only fulfilled because of the people fulfilling them, hurting me in the end. Not a once.”
“Brother,” Thor said, voice sharp as he frowned heavily, Loki sending him a venomous look.
“No, you shall be quiet and listen to me for once,” Loki snarled, eyes flashing with his magic. “It’s only been a hour since you stood in this very throne room and told me that you were not ready to be king. Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get that into your thick skull?” he hissed, standing up and glowering at his brother, anger and hurt radiating from him. “How long I’ve tried to get Odin to listen to me? But no, you were his child and I wasn’t, so therefore my words weren’t good enough to listen to.”
Thor winced as his own anger started to cool, hearing the anger and pain that came from years of being ignored and belittled, only really loved by their mother.
“You were the golden child, Thor, and I was the child that would never know true acceptance by anyone but a woman who didn’t have to love me,” Loki growled before turned away, pacing along the length of the dais. “Thor, you agreed with me just an hour before. And you’ve barely had true time to mourn me, dealing with the loss that we have suffered and settling your woman back upon Midigar once more,” he continued, voice softening, hurt. “You willingly forgot all that we had once the moment that you were shown interest by this woman or that woman. The moment that you grew into your body I was tossed aside for something more in all aspects.” Turning on his heel, he snarled, an ugly, pained look on his face. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to have the only thing that you think is real and true shattered during a party? With everyone watching you, waiting for you to make one misstep?”
Thor’s mouth opened and closed, surprised by the depth of the pain that he had caused with his youthful stupidity. “I had not known that you considered what we had to be real. You never once said a thing to me about this,” he rumbled, yelping when he was tossed back from Loki by a blast of magic, landing on his back hard enough to lose his breath.
“Oh? So the fact that despite the fact that I had several people hoping to get into my bed in attempts at getting into mother’s good graces but never went to bed with them meant nothing to you?” Loki snarled, power crackling as Thor caught his breath. Standing up, the large god shook his body and stalked back to the dais.
“You have children!” Thor roared, yelping when suddenly more magic wrapped around his arms and yanked him to sit in the chair, holding him down as Loki leant over him with narrowed eyes.
“Children yes. Children that I had after you took that woman to your bed and started to sleep with whoever you decided would be a good nights’ entertainment. I am surprised that you do not have children of your own,” he hissed. “I had children because it felt right, felt true to have them when I did. Or in the case of one of my children, because I needed to create a diversion that wasn’t even acknowledged,” he purred, the sound low and dangerous. “You though...you are after all the vaulted one. The most beloved child of the Allfather Odin and his lovely lady, Frigga while I was just the second child that looked nothing like them. And apparently I was just a great way to practice that which you used upon your women.”
“I never…” Thor growled, straining against the magic that held him, Loki raising an eyebrow as he smirked.
“Never? Really? Then did you not find yourself in love with a pretty little Midigarian woman? Or is she just a passing fancy seeing as you knew her but a week during your time there?” Loki purred, brushing their noses together. “Were you ever true in your feelings for me, Thor, if your heart is so easy to capture?”
“Is this what caused you to do turn on us the way you did?” Thor asked, going still as Loki jerked away, looking as if he had been burnt.
“No, Thor, this is about the fact that outside of mother, never did I have any real relationships with those who said they cared for me. Loved me. Pretty little words to be said while in the throes of passion and not ones to be carried into our day to day lives,” Loki sneered. “The attack during your coronation was just a fortuitous happening, one that I had no hand in despite what others may think. I was against you being crowned when you were still so rash and eager to restart a war with the Frost Giants. And I was proven right when you went to attack them on Jotunheim even though I tried to talk you out of it.”
“You still came with us,” Thor said, trying to calm his brother back down once more and worried that he wouldn’t be able to.
“Yes, to make sure you and your warriors were not killed. And let’s not get on that subject. Those four knew that they were to stay away from you during your time in exile but they broke not only my command as the King in Odin Allfather’s place but also the Allfather’s command! And they have nothing happen to them,” Loki snorted. “After all of that, trying to keep things from falling apart, I fall off the bloody bridge and into Thano’s hands. The barriers in my mind were weak from everything that had happened so I was easy pickings to turn into his good little pet,” Loki said, once more coming to lean over Thor, hands resting on the throne’s arms as his green eyes narrowed. “I was charged without being able to say a damn thing because I am nothing but a damn liar after all, so who will believe what I will say?” he asked.
“I believe you, I have always believed you,” Thor said, eyes wide as Loki leant closer to him and smiled sweetly, the look edged with razors.
“Oh yes, so much so that you let them just toss me into prison without even thinking to suggest that they look for mind control,” Loki hummed, brushing his fingers over Thor’s cheek. “You hurt me, Thor, but I could have forgiven that if not for the fact that you continue to hurt me with your careless attitude towards the way others treated me. But I think, for the most part, I have gotten past that hurt over the last year or so while I have been imprisoned. I can see quite clearly that you never once thought of what your actions could cause,” he said, voice becoming soft as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the others. “It takes a blow to the head to get you to listen half of the time.”
“Loki,” Thor rumbled as he brushed their noses together before growling at having his head yanked back by a firm grip in his hair.
“I think instead, since you are such a visual learner, that I shall show you just what you mean to me, you oaf, and why I hide myself from others even now. Especially since you finally learned that you are not ready and have much to learn before taking the throne,” he purred.
Sliding onto Thor’s lap, tugging on the soft blond hair of the other god, Loki smirked and bent over the other male enough to nip at soft lips. The rumbling groan was a sound that he had long missed and sent a thrill straight through him.
“Now, what shall I do first?” he breathed, settling down into Thor’s lap, feeling the rapidly rising prick press against his own, rocking his hips. “Oh, I think I know,” he chuckled, smile wide and promising.
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