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Flarfegnugen	By : Zemothy Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 6626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thor was, to put it simply, angry. And while this was not a strange thing for him, being the god of thunder and all that, the reason why, well, that’s what was strange. The nearly seven-foot, blonde haired, sun-kissed-skinned, blue eyed god was angry because he was alone in his bedchambers. This too wasn’t all that strange, only tonight, after a fruitful campaign to quell an uprising in one of the nine worlds, and a massive feast in his honour, he was now drunk, and very, very aroused. Normally, he would simply pleasure himself and go to sleep, but tonight’s problem wasn’t going away that easily. And no matter how hard the Thunderer tried, he could not stop thinking about his brother Loki. In a flustered rage, he grabs a hold of his bedside table and hurls it as hard as he can at the wall. The innocent piece of furniture shatters into a thousand splinters from the force, and they clatter to the ground noisily.
            “This is not right!” Thor cries out, slumping onto his bed and staring ruefully at his tented trousers. “How is this fair to think of Loki in such a perverse way…” Thor knew it was wrong, and he also knew that if anyone was made aware of his fiendish lust for his brother, word would get back to Odin. The Thunderer, while not afraid of a great many things, was indeed very afraid of his father’s wrath. The Allfather could strike him down without batting an eye, which is all he had anyway, one eye, or worse, exile him from Asgard. Thinking about it now, as his crowning ceremony drew closer, the Allfather watched him with even more scrutiny. So this really was an awful time to be lusting after his younger brother.
            Suddenly, a soft knock at the door draws him from his thoughts, and he jumps up, startled. He quickly untucks his tunic and postures himself in such a manner that made it difficult to spot his arousal, his shoulders hunched forward slightly before calling out to the person on the other side. “Who knocks?” His voice meekly croaks out, and the god silently curses his state. When no answer comes, save for another, softer knock, he storms over and throws the door open in a huff. The man standing on the other side stares at him boredly, sage green eyes slightly annoyed. Thor blinks in surprise, mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for water.
            “So, am I allowed to enter the great Thor’s bedchambers, or are you simply going to stand there and stare like a dying fish?” The male’s voice was smooth, a gentle soprano, running a hand through his slicked-back onyx hair, other hand resting on the opposite hip.
            “L-loki. What are you doing here?” the Thunderer gasps, finding his voice and wits again. “I thought you were still at the feast…”
            “I was, and then I noticed you weren’t there and I came to see why. It’s quite unlike you to be the first to disappear from your own party, dear brother.” Without abandon, Loki slides in past the blonde, hips swaying softly from side to side as he moves over to the bed. Clearly, the ravenette was drunk, and gives a sigh as he sits heavily down on his brother’s bed. “Something have you angry?” A slender hand, with equally slender fingers, motion to the smashed bedside table, one leg crossing over the other. His hands rest upon his knee, a mischevious glint to his smirk as his green hues slide down Thor’s body to his forgotten arousal. The larger male gasps and turns away, shutting the door behind him, earning an enticing chuckle from Loki.
            “I was bored,” he lies, running a hand through his hair. “I came back here to sleep, but was cursed with this insatiable lust…” The words slip out before he realizes what he is saying, a hand clapping over his mouth with a groan. Loki simply laughs, a gentle sound, the sound like sweet bells upon the Thunderer’s ears. He flushes and turns to glare at his brother. “Why do you mock me? Does Loki never suffer lust? I’m sure he’s too good for it.” The god’s words, meant to lash, only prompt the other to laugh harder, his arms wrapping around his belly to hold his sides as he does. This only enrages Thor, who storms over, gripping the ravenette’s shoulders and shaking them, Loki’s head falling against his chest, still chuckling.
            “Oh dear brother…” he purrs, straightening himself like the dignified creature he was. Green hues narrow with a smirk, staring up at Thor, who had instantly been flustered as the other fell against his chest. “Of course not, I am a man after all. And I have no problems pleasuring myself, unlike you do… But then again, I know exactly what I want. Perhaps you are simply confused, and feel inadequate because of it. Do you know what you want, Thor?” The way Loki’s lips part slightly, still panting softly from his laughter, and the light blush across his cheeks as he gazes up at the blonde was enough to drive him mad. But the ravenette’s words stir more anger at him, though he simply turns away and glares holes into the floor.
            “I know what I want, Loki,” the Thunderer states firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. His brother raises an eyebrow, lifting himself off the bed to circle the blonde like he usually does when he’s about to strike. The blonde’s eyes narrow suspiciously, trying his best to prepare him from any harsh-worded attack his brother could give.
            “And tell me, Thor, what do you want?” The taller male blinks, not having expected that. Perhaps the mead had dulled Loki’s wits.
            “I want someone worthwhile. Someone whom I love. Someone… like you, Loki. Confident and strong, but kind and sharp-witted. One who would love me even when I’m wrong, as you have so many times in the past.” Thor states proudly, only to glare at the shapeshifter as he turns into a woman, long black hair spilling down her shoulders. “Do not mock me, brother, I am not amused by your games.”
            “But it’s not a game… You want me.” Loki grins, taking a step forward only to trip a little on the hem of her dress, falling forward into Thor’s arms as a man again. “Curse those damned dresses…” he trails off as he seems to realize where he’s at, then hisses and sneers. “I’ve known your secret for a long time, brother, and laugh. Not only do you lust after your little brother, you lust after a man. The great Thor, enticed by two taboos at o-EEYAH!” Loki screeches as he’s flung backwards, hitting the floor and sliding across it into Thor’s reading chair. His arms cover his face just before he hits it, and as the debris settles, his arms fall above his head. Thor rushes over to his side, though the sight made the Thunderer’s arousal even worse. Loki lay on the floor, arms over his head and legs splayed, panting and moaning softly in pain and glares as he notices his brother staring at him.
            “I’m sorry Loki.” The blonde leans down and grips his shoulders, lifting him into his arms and holding him tightly. Whimpering softly, the thinner male nuzzles in closer to Thor, before squeaking softly in protest as he’s kissed passionately, green eyes wide in surprise. The next thing he knows, he is flung lightly onto his brother’s bed and laid upon, Thor’s weight pressing down between his legs firmly. Their lips meet once more, the blonde god’s tongue begging entrance, a hand tangled in Loki’s onyx locks. Losing all rational thought, he gives in, arms wrapping around the Thunderer’s large shoulders and twisting his fingers into those golden locks.
            “Nnn, Thor, this is…” the ravenette is silenced by another kiss, gasping softly as Thor begins to undress him, quickly. First his cape is unlatched, before his vest is ripped open, the hooks popping off. “Thor you oaf!” Loki cries out, pouting ferociously.
            “You can have Mother fix it later…” the vest is discarded off to the side before being joined by the ravenette’s tunic.
            “But that was my favourite- oohh…” Thor’s lips had found one of his nipples, a large hand pressing against the crotch of his trousers. Another, louder moan escapes Loki’s throat, bucking up into the hand. Swiftly, his pants are removed, leaving the lithe male unfairly naked whilst Thor still stood clothed in trousers and a tunic. He remedies this easily, however, murmuring an incantation to make the clothing melt off. The Thunderer gives a small blush at this, not quite ready to reveal the extent of his arousal to the other, but that’s soon forgotten as he notices Loki’s arousal. “Do you still find me attractive, now that I lay bare?”
            “You’re even more beautiful than I had ever dreamed…” Thor’s breathing hitches in his throat as he realizes just what he’d said, but Loki only beckoned him to kiss him deeply. The ravenette flips them over, so that he was straddling the blonde’s hips. A wave of his hand and a bottle of oil appears. “What’s that for?”
            “Simple Thor, I’ve never done this before. I don’t want to be limping tomorrow.” A generous amount of oil is poured into Loki’s hand, and then rubbed onto the blonde’s length, earning a buck or two. The bottle is tossed to the side before the thinner male’s slender hips are lowered onto the generous length beneath him. Thor’s hands slide up his thighs to help, the ravenette’s own hands clutching at the other’s chest, biting his lip hard.
            Once Loki was seated fully on his length, they stay there for a moment, both panting softly. Suddenly, the ravenette gives a moan, raising his hips up before letting them fall again. His shiny black nails leave marks in the Thunderer’s skin as he repeats this, his body shivering while the blonde simply moans and rocks his hips upwards into the other. Squirming a little atop Thor, Loki arches his back and cries out as the blonde’s member slides against a particularly sensitive spot.
            “Ahh, Loki, s-stop,” Thor pants, causing the other to open one green eye, glaring down at him in a silent question of why. “I don’t want you doing all the work.” The ravenette obliges, placing his arms over his head as the blonde lays him down on his back. The blonde leans over him, starting his thrusts slowly before picking up his pace at the other’s urging. Loki’s fingers dig into Thor’s back, holding him close with surprising strength as they kiss passionately, panting and moaning into it. The shapeshifter’s legs wrap around the other’s hips, arching his back and writhing with each thrust. It doesn’t take long for their heated affair to end, their climax tense and impassioned. Loki’s eyes flutter shut before he moans and buries his face against the crook of the blonde’s neck.      His head and back were starting to hurt from being thrown, having sobered greatly, and he knew he would have bruises in the morning. At the moment, though, he cares only to stay close to Thor. His plan had worked, flawlessly, despite knowing that the thunder god would probably never even remember it, or touch him like this again. But that was alright for the ravenette, especially as the blonde pulls him up towards the top of the bed and covers them with the blanket, his green cloak lying forgotten where Thor had removed it earlier. Snuggled up to the larger male’s side, Loki lies his head comfortably against Thor’s neck, feeling the pulse against his cheek, and falls quickly into sleep.
            A few hours later, the ache of his back and rear were too much to ignore, and the ravenette glares off at nothing as he wakes up. Unable to sleep again, he simply sits with Thor’s head against his chest, watching him, running his fingers through his golden hair slowly. The moonlight bathes them in cool light, but as Loki looks out the window, he gives a heavy sigh. Some while before the sun rises, the shapeshifter gets up, dresses himself, and slips off back to his room, ignoring the fact that his favourite vest was now, in fact, ruined. Thankfully, the only one that could see him was Heimdall, and he simply masks his presence from the guardian as he’d done during his time in Thor’s bed. Once in his room, he locks the door and bathes before slipping into his own bed, naked. The ravenette’s green hues stare up at the setting moon, a silent tear slipping from his eye as he curls against his pillow, his night of bliss finally over.
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