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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: 2/2
Word Count: 4561
AN: Sorry about being late with this one. Had a trip to the hospital for my lower back. Not a happy female. *lays out and twitches*
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Thor groaned at the promising smile that pulled Loki’s lips into a sharp toothed look as long fingered hands went from his hair to trail down over his neck. Humming, the God of Mischief smirked and licked his lips, settling down onto the other’s lap in a better position, watching as the older God’s head fell against the back of the throne.
“You were always so welcoming of my touch and it seems as if you still are,” he breathed, licking his lips as he felt the desire curl and heat his blood in a way that his anger had never done. Leaning forward, he nipped at full lips, groaning when they opened and he felt the nearly silent moan that escaped the other male. Darting his tongue out, he tasted his partner before falling into a kiss that was all teeth, tongue and rough, desperate need, Thor once more straining against the magic that held him.
“Release me, Loki,” Thor growled, blue eyes dark with his need for the slimmer male. He would rectify what he had broken in his youthful idiocy and keep the other male in his bed for good. They would fix all that needed to be fixed, one way or the other. And he would stop any that would try to hurt his brother, seeing now the scars that sat on his soul.
But first he would claim the body that haunted his dreams in the darkest hours of the night.
“And if I do? What would you do? Take me into custody and take the All Father’s place as King until he awakens?” Loki asked as he slowly licked over his lips, green eyes nearly black.
“No. I would take you on this throne before seeing to father after making my claim, starting on the road to fixing what I so callously broke,” Thor rumbled, eyes flashing with promise. Loki groan was soft, low and breathless as he ran his hands down over the strong arms, freeing them from the arms.
“I think I will just free this for the moment,” Loki purred, unsurprised when Thor grasped his hips firmly and pulled him close, hands more than likely leaving bruises upon his hips. He could feel the throb of nerves and strength in the spot and it dragged a slow moan from him before they came back together in a kiss, biting and sucking, trying to gain the upper hand.
Pulling away, licking a bit of blood off of where teeth had accidentally cut his lip, Loki gasped as the large hands on his hips rolled them to rub their groins together, his eyes fluttering closed as he let his head fall back. He shuddered in delight at the feeling of his brother, fully grown, hot and hard against his own length. There was no learning, no hesitation or youthful exuberance in the hands that were starting to tug at his clothing, loosening straps and ties.
No, Thor had grown in all aspects and was intent on using his knowledge to his advantage, wanting to drive Loki senseless enough to lose his grip on his powers and release him to truly claim him.
Feeling his coat loosen, Loki placed his arms down by his side, drawn slightly back and allowed the leather to slide off of his shoulders with a roll of his arms. The coat dropped to the ground in a puddle of green and black as he brought his own hands to Thor’s clothing, tugging and pulling, adding the cloak and shirt to the coat upon the ground. He had bared the older god’s torso by the time the other worked his shirt off, running calloused hands over his upper body, finding all of the spots that he had memorized so many years ago.
Sliding off of Thor’s lap, Loki worked his pants off, sliding them down his legs before kicking them to the side, the blond watching his every movement with dark eyes, waiting. Smirking, he reached down and tugged the boots free from his brother’s legs, using his magic to help him loosen and undo the buckles that held them on. Once that was done, he moved to the pants and worked them off, keeping a band of magic around Thor’s chest but allowing the other to lift his hips up to remove his pants, tossing them onto the ground.
“I used to imagine what it would be like to have you on this very throne. Still do really,” Loki purred as he once more crawled into Thor’s lap, nails raking over his skin as large hands came down to run over his thighs, hands pausing as his hips to grip where bruises were already forming.
“Did you now? Did you image riding me to our peaks, leaving both of us bruised, battered and drained, but oh so content?” Thor asked as his hands slid around to the ass that he remembered so well, finding it firmer but just as much of a handful. “I would often wonder what would happen if I took you to bed like I once did. Wondering just how much you had grown and changed,” he hummed, running his eyes down over the leanly defined body before him.
Loki smirked and once more buried his hand in blond locks, pulling Thor’s head back as he leant over him, brushing their lips together with a purr. “We both have changed in so many ways, Thor,” he stated as his free hand reached down and curled his fingers around the half hard length of the older god and stroked from root to tip. “I don’t believe that you were quite this big before,” he chuckled.
Thor leered up at him and slid one hand up Loki’s back before tugging on the long locks that he found. “Ah, but I am not a young man. I am fully grown, just as you are, and have learned many a thing in our time apart,” he growled. Loki shuddered in anticipation of what was to come as he was pulled into another kiss, giving as much as he took. His hands left their spots to roam over muscles that he remembered having been much smaller and less defined, finding spots that could still pull sounds of pleasure from his partner even as they rocked together.
Reaching between them, pulling away from Thor’s body slightly, Loki once more wrapped his hand around the rapidly hardening length and gave a strong stroke, pulling a growling moan from Thor. “Ah but you are so very hard for me, Thor. What would you do if I just leave you here, needing more but not able to get it from me? Would you use your hand upon yourself or would you find one of your women?” he asked, shivering at feeling a large hand cup his ass, fingers sliding over the ring of muscles that twitched in anticipation under the fluttering caress.
“I would not seek out another. I do believe that I will ignore all others and instead find pleasure with my hand if I must,” Thor rumbled, Loki closing his eyes when one of the teasing fingers pressed against the muscles, just enough to make them known but not yet push inwards. “I would see you come apart under my touch and beg for me to slide into your willing body,” he continued, watching the dark haired god moan and shiver in need.
“It seems, Thor, that you have learned quite a bit during our time apart,” Loki gasped as he felt his concentration on his magic slip. Thor took the opening and moved quickly to press him up against the back of the throne, legs wrapping around his waist and holding his hands over his head. “Thor,” the younger male gasped, shuddering in his hold.
“I will take you, Loki, and make sure that you know that you are not escaping my hold again,” Thor rumbled, the promise heavy in his voice as he knelt on the throne, brushing their lips together. “And then we shall figure out what to do for when Odin wakens from his sleep.”
“Do not speak of him when you are about to take me,” Loki growled, rolling his hips and getting a growl as Thor lowered his head to bite at where his neck and shoulder met.
“I will take you but I will not take you without something slick to ease my way, Loki,” Thor rumbled into one ear as his hand trailed down over Loki’s side and towards his ass, squeezing one cheek.
Loki growled and used a bit of his magic to call his jacket to the throne, focusing on it more then he should have to make sure he didn’t hit either of them. “In my pocket. I’m surprised that you even remembered that I need to be prepared for this,” he drawled, the breathless quality to his voice softening the sharp edge to his words.
Thor snorted. “I have lain with other men, but none of them were you,” he drawled, finding the small glass jar, raising an eyebrow at the fact that the other was carrying around a bottle of oil. “And just why are you carrying this about?” he asked.
“You never quite know when you will find a willing partner, Thor,” was the purred reply. Loki gasped as he was flipped around, his hands planted on the arms of the throne with one knee placed upon the cushioned seat. He moaned as strong hands grabbed at his ass once more and squeezed just right, drawing a wanton sound from him. “Thor,” he groaned out, trying to make it a threat.
Thor chuckled roughly behind him and ran his fingers over the twitching muscles in a teasing fashion. “I will give you what you want, Loki,” he promised once more. Pulling the cork from the bottle, he let it fall to the floor as he poured the oil onto his finger, and found it thick, slick. He had a feeling that the male who was trying rather hard to glare at him had made it.
Smirking, his fingers found the twitching entrance and slid a finger inwards, feeling the muscles relax around his fingers. Thor shuddered as the long body arched into the finger, Loki’s head tossing back as a low, long keen escaped from him. Taking in the gorgeous body before him, the bigger male growled as he slid the finger out before pushing it back in. He nipped at the pale skin of on the back before him as first one finger then two worked their way in and out of the willing body before him.
The roughness of the calloused digits sent heat through him, his nerves set on fire with every slide and stroke. He rocked in time with each thrust of the talented, knowing fingers, quickly losing all coherent thought. He could feel Thor smirk against his shoulder as the fingers buried in him twisted and a third finger slipped inwards, slick and large and oh so wonderful.
“Take me already, Thor,” Loki managed to get out before crying out as the fingers slammed into him.
“Very well,” Thor rumbled, removing his fingers from the grasping body that worked to keep them. Placing his hands onto Loki’s hips, he pulled him away from the throne and turned them around so that he was slouched in the seat with the younger god was in his lap, back to his chest. Loki gasped at the sudden switch of positions, his legs spread over Thor’s as he turned to look over his shoulder. “You will ride me like this. I wish to feel your pleasure.”
“You just want to watch your length slide into me,” Loki scoffed breathlessly, feeling Thor coat his length in oil between them, the tip brushing over his ass.
Thor chuckled and shifted enough to press the head of his cock against the twitching, stretched hole, holding the base as Loki balanced by placing his hands on his knees. Pulling the perched male back, the both groaned lowly as his prick was surrounded by tight heat, Loki shivering with the pleasurable burn of being filled by Thor. The blond god had always been bigger in so many ways than any other male and he was even bigger below the belt than his previous lovers now.
Grunting, the large god placed both hands onto the lean hips as Loki sank fully onto his length, barely allowing him time to adjust before lifting him and letting him drop down hard onto him. Thor growled as he clenched at the hips under his hands as he continued to move Loki up and down, hips rocking up and meeting the descending body with a resounding smack. Loki moved with him as much as he could, clenching around the driving cock and unable to stop the sounds of pleasure from escaping him.
He could feel the bruises rising under the tightening grip on his hips as his body sang with each hard stroke into his body. HIs own hands gripped at the knees under them, nails leaving behind crescent shaped marks in Thor’s skin. Whining, feeling the coil that had started to curl when he had first been filled start to tighten, his body shuddering as he continued to move over the older male.
“Do you want to find your peak, Loki?” Thor asked. His eyes were glued to Loki, the dark head tossed back with full lips opened as mewls, moans and keens escaped past them. His own voice was strained with how much he was feeling at the moment, loving how the younger god was loving every movement and touch that he did. His movements were rough as he thrust up into the pliant body even as he watched Loki’s hand move from his knee to curl around the hardness that bobbed with each movement.
Loki gasped as Thor growled and started to move faster and harder, working his hand desperately over his leaking prick. His body was on fire, his sounds becoming high and breathy as he continued to rock, losing the rhythm as his climax built. Gasping, the nails of the hand that still helped him balance dug into the skin under him before dragging down. A scream built as he spilled over his hand, body going rigid and entrance tightening around the still moving length.
Grunting and gritting his teeth, hands squeezing the lean hips once more, darkening the bruises under his hands, Thor’s attention narrowed down to the tightening muscles. Pressing up into the fluttering muscles around him, he growled and came, feeling Loki shiver at the added slickness. Panting and slipping free from the heat, he sat back in the throne and pulled the limp body back, sucking a dark mark into one shoulder.
“Now we figure out how to clear your name,” he rumbled, sounding completely smug about having reduced Loki into a limp body against his own.
Two weeks later found Odin awake, knowing everything that had happened between the time of his sleep andwakening, and Thor carrying an obviously bruised and battered body through the halls after going to the last of the clean up on one of the many worlds.
They had found a few of the Dark Elves and in their clutches, a much younger Loki.
Or so their story went.
Like hell were they going to admit that Loki and Thor fucking had set off a slight de-aging in Loki.
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