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- 1-Silence
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The first day he had been stuck in the cell, he had immediately start plotting his escape. Tricks and deceptions entered easily into his enraged mind as he sat in the cell that resembled his former room in the castle. It was almost like a slap in Loki’s face to see the furs and pillows resting innocently on his own bed. He had almost believed he was welcomed home, if it hadn’t been for the fact he couldn’t leave this deceptive cell. The only person to ever visit had been his brother by everything but blood. Thor would bring him his meals and Loki refused to open his mouth. The muzzle he had worn had made him think deeply as he was ignored by the one person who had never done so before.
It had been hard to swallow to have Thor not even glance in his direction as he was led through Odin’s halls. He hadn’t even been presented to his former father, just shoved into this cell after his muzzle had been removed. Loki had tried to speak, to say that he was sorry for everything that had transpired, but Thor’s cold blue eyes had stopped him from opening his mouth. His brother had never looked at him with such fury and disappointment before. This was the first time he had that gaze directed at him and it made his heart jump. For the first time in his life, Loki was disappointed in himself.
It was amazing how falling so low opens one’s eyes. Loki reminded himself of that everyday after he was confined to the cell for several weeks. He had nothing better to do than to reminiscence the past year or more, studying every event that led to his incarceration with a different view. What he found, wasn’t what he had been expecting. Loki realized he had taken everything out of proportion and had acted out like a spoiled child. And in truth, that was all he had been, a spoiled child who did not know what he had until he had destroyed it. Loki mourned for a long time in the cell for everything he had lost because of his foolish pride.
It had left a sour taste in his mouth, almost like he had eaten a spoiled apple. As Thor continued to bring him meals, Loki found he couldn’t speak to his former brother. Every time he tried, nothing he thought of was sufficient enough. So he would only watch as Thor would set his food on the table and spread everything out for him. At first, Thor wouldn’t speak, only watched Loki as he ate. The silence was cold, impersonal, unlike how they used to be prior to the mess he had caused. It was so unlike Thor that Loki had first thought him to be an imposter. But as the days carried on, Loki’s fears were put at ease. There were times Thor would let his guard down, and the blue eyes lost their iciness. But those moments did not last long as the ice from before would enter Thor’s eyes once again.
It had been uncomfortable adjusting to staying in just one place. Loki had been a creature who was active and did not like to be confined to just one spot. The only entertainment he had were the books that someone had left him. Granted he had read the books time and time again, knowing most of them by heart. Reading helped pass the time, though and Loki was grateful for at least having that much. It was more than he thought he deserved. He was still confused over as to why he had such a nice cell. He had taken many an enemy of Asgard into a cell that did not even come close to this one. It was much more than he deserved and Loki had thought of asking for another cell, one that did not have luxuries like this particular one.
He had to wonder if Thor had anything to do with his accommodations. It would just be like Thor, to speak on his behalf to procure such a lodging, especially since he had been the one Loki had hurt the most. His own hurt didn’t matter as much as Thor’s. Loki had cut his brother deep in his heart and he was sure there was no other way to make it up than not speaking to him. It was the least he could do with the damage he had caused.
So whenever his brother entered the cell, only his deep, gruff voice filled the otherwise silent room. Loki would not allow his foul tongue to further deepen the wounds he’d caused his brother. It was the least he could do since he knew there was nothing he could to make things up to Thor. His crimes were many and serious against the thunder god. The fiery temper was known throughout Asgard and now the mortal realm. Loki had let out a grave secret to Midgard and he was sure it was on his long list of crimes.
He was sure his silence was grating on Thor’s nerves, he could tell by the way the other god expected an answer out of him every time he asked a question. Loki had not yet been interrogated, something he found odd. Of course it had taken his brother some time to even speak to him and when he did, it was always a question about how he was faring, as if everything was back like how it had been. Loki couldn’t take it, he wanted to lash out, to scream his frustration to the ceiling of his cell.
But every time he went to do so, he would deflate and flop restlessly to his bed. There was just no way he could ever make what he done up to Thor. Loki desperately wanted the old days back, but they were gone, had slipped through his fingers the moment he had decided to unleash The Destroyer on his brother and friends. There had been no turning back then and he was unsure of how he could fix what transpired between them.
It unnerved Loki that Thor would talk of the happenings in Asgard, as though he weren’t a prisoner and was privy to such information. He wasn’t sure if Odin knew of Thor’s visits to his cell every day for every meal. And if he did, would the All-Father be angry? Loki was sure Odin would never forgive him for what he had attempted to do. It had seemed like those times were far away, as if they were just his imagination and he was only dreaming.
Loki wished fervently that it only had been a dream and that when he was on that mountain with Thor, he had listened to his brother. The warmth of his brother’s large hand still seared into his neck. He could feel those fingers play with his hair as if they were old lovers. He had wanted to listen to Thor, to throw his revenge to the winds and leave with the other god. But he was involved in something and his anger had been too great for him to just ignore it.
Loki was tired of the what-ifs, he hated having them run through his mind as he tried to change each scenario in his mind. It would eventually drive him into insanity if he continued to think of everything he could have done differently. It plagued his mind and tortured him, never letting him truly rest when he wanted to. Loki was not sure if Thor had picked up on his feelings, the other had always been able to pick up on his moods and cheer him up accordingly.
Loki found himself wanting just that, to have Thor gather him up much like when they were younger and whisper to him that things would work out. There were many nights spent in his brother’s bed, whether it had been from nightmares or Loki having a bad day, he always found his way to Thor. It had been comforting to seek out his brother and just curl up next to the larger body and sleep. He had felt with Thor there, nothing could ever hurt him. And he knew no matter what, Thor would always protect
And perhaps that was what Thor was doing now by keeping him in this cell. He had been certain he would be punished right off the bat as mortals would put it. It was nothing to mull over now, he was confined to a small space with only his books for company. No one, not even his mother would come to visit him and Loki had to wonder if she knew he was here. He wouldn’t put it past Thor to not alert his parents that the traitor was in their midst. His brother was someone who played by his rules and ignored those of others, he supposed it was an endearing quality, but it was one that grated on a person’s nerves.
While Loki was already tired of his imprisonment, he knew there was absolutely nothing he could do to change it. It seemed Thor had already decided his fate and it included he be locked up for the rest of time. He was aware of his silvertongue and now it had gotten him into trouble, but that wasn’t the only thing that placed him in this situation. His pride and cunning mind had plotted together and together they forged this path. His thoughts circled and circled, always coming back to the same thing. He had nothing else better to do than to mull over his own thoughts.
As he sat there, Loki had to wonder how much Asgard had changed since he left. The question never crossed his mind and he would be loathed to admit he actually missed the place. Midgard was too fast paced and the mortals were less than what he had expected. They weren’t like the people of Asgard and he found himself glad his plan had failed. Loki was unsure if would actually be able to rule over them. It wasn’t that he doubted himself, it was the fact he didn’t think he’d be able to curb the desire to annihilate them if they angered him.
Loki had some issues containing his anger, a bad habit of letting it build until it was hot as a volcano on the inside. But with the lies surrounding what he truly was and all the deception and lies, it was no wonder he could no longer love Asgard as he once had. Even now he found it hard being imprisoned here, to know that on the outside of his cell Asgard was still there. Many memories flooded his mind when he drifted, and Loki tried to shake them, not wanting to relive the happy moments in his old home. He couldn’t call it home now, not with his transgressions, it wouldn’t feel right.
It was the sun Loki longed for the most. He missed its warmth and the golden rays that fell to Midgard. He missed Thor going on one of his expeditions to fight anything willing to go against him. And then there were the feasts that came after a successful hunting trip, they had been happy times and Loki was blissfully unaware of what he was. There had always seemed to be an endless flow of mead and food when his brother came back, as if the servants knew he would always be triumphant. Loki had to wonder if his brother ever sent a messenger ahead to alert the servants of his victories. He would not have put it past his brother back then, with how pompous he was when returning from whatever adventure he had decided to go on.
Loki never received feasts like that because he thought them too boisterous and unneeded. There shouldn’t have been a need for a party every time one was successful with whatever outing they were having. He agreed that the more difficult tasks should merit a feast, but the smaller ones his brother took on most of the time, did not warrant such a celebration. It was almost like he was using any excuse to throw a feast.
Jealousy had been a main emotion back then when Loki thought of Thor and his success. Of course there had been a time when he hadn’t been jealous when they were younger. When Loki had only been a small child, he always vied for Thor’s attention and he had it, until Sif came along when they brokered into their teenage years. His brother had cared nothing of him, only chasing Sif and attempting to get under her skirt.
The jealousy that had ripped through him when he had caught Thor with his hand up Sif’s shirt had been great. It roiled through his blood as he turned on his heel and promised revenge on the red-headed whore. Loki had found it a few weeks later when he had cut her long hair. Sif had made the mistake of lounging in the gardens and had fallen asleep, her long hair spilling onto the ground.
It had been the perfect opportunity and Loki had taken it, using his sorcery to keep Sif asleep as he cut her long locks. Loki had used his trickery mixed with magic to practically make himself invisible to obtain the locks. Sif had never known until she had woken up. He had taken them and burned them in a fire, not wanting to see them ever again. But after he had cut her locks, Thor was still in love with her and Loki couldn’t understand it. So he had seen someone about forging Sif new hair and returned it to her, even though it was a molten gold color.
Their childhood didn’t matter now, not when they were adults and responsible for their actions. And Loki was more than responsible for the havoc he had caused. He could have broken out of this cell at any given moment, but he chose not too. His old childhood jealousy flared up when he realized that Thor was more than likely out there with [i]that[/i] woman. More than likely they were speaking about him and making fun of him. It was no secret Sif was not fond of Loki. After cutting her hair, she had never trusted him again.
Sighing, he looked out of the fake window Thor had crafted for him. It gave the illusion of the outside of Asgard, birds flying over the castle towers. But it would all replay itself in a few minutes, the same images flying around again. Loki normally avoided glancing at the fake window, preferring to read his books by the candlelight. For all their magic, the sun’s rays from the window couldn’t light the room.
As Loki pondered about his relationship with Thor, how it had changed through the centuries, from how close they were to how they drifted apart. He didn’t want to dwell on their drifting, but it plagued his mind. He could still feel his brother’s hand on his neck from back when they were on the mountain. Loki remembered how heated his skin became when he felt those strong fingers in his hair. But his heart had ached when Thor had pressed his forehead against his and begged him to come back to Asgard. He had promised that Loki wouldn’t be punished, things would be the same. He wouldn’t allow the thoughts from earlier to enter his mind, not this time. He couldn’t bring himself to come to the obvious conclusion of his feelings for Thor, feelings that had been there since they were young.
Thor entered his cell, bringing Loki’s favorite dish with him. There were no curious eyes this time, not like in the early day of his incarceration. Many servants had spied on the wayward God, watching him when they had spare time. It had been annoying, but there was nothing Loki could do about it, if the servants had wished to watch him read, then it was out of his hands. He could no longer command them as he used to, barking at them to leave him alone as he would have done once.
The food was placed on the table as usual, Thor giving Loki a smile when he rose from his bed. Once again, not a word was said. He was hyper-aware of his brother’s close proximity to him. Loki wasn’t sure why his brother so close to him, normally Thor kept his distance when he ate, preferring to sit over on the bed and watching Loki eat. He didn’t know why Thor stayed in his room, subjecting himself to Loki’s odd silence.
As Loki ate, the food held no taste. He went through the motions of eating, but he couldn’t bring himself to enjoy it. He was still shaken by his revelation from earlier, knowing he would not be able to deny it later or even this moment in time. He never liked other people watching him eat, but it couldn’t be helped in this situation. Thor would always remain until he was finished and then linger for a bit more for whatever reason. Even though the silence weighed heavily around them, Thor always insisted in hanging around for some time, just watching Loki. It was unnerving to have those blue eyes on his back as he ate. When he finished, Loki turned around and found himself under an intense stare.
He knew he owed Thor so much for keeping him alive and out of the All Father’s wrath. Loki had nothing materialistic to offer the God he still considered his brother. Loki stood, standing near the other God, their bodies scant centimeters apart. He could feel the warmth of the sun rolling off Thor in waves. Loki had always been drawn to the heat that seemed to roll off Thor, it was always a constant presence when he had nightmares and snuck into his brother’s bed at night.
Pushing Thor to the bed, Loki knew he had to strike hard and fast in order to bring Thor’s defences down far enough for him to carry out his plan. Deft, nimble fingers quickly undid the lacings to Thor’s leggings and pushed them down over narrow hips. Green eyes couldn’t help but notice how strong the tan thighs were, corded muscle ripped down the strong legs to taper into even stronger legs.
Loki nuzzled the hair dusted thighs, ignoring the moan from Thor’s lips. His nose moved along the warm skin, the hairs tickling his nostrils as he moved up the thigh. Stopping at the juncture of groin and crotch, Loki drug his nose across the dip. He could feel Thor shudder under him as he moved across the sensitive skin. Thor’s cock was beginning to swell with blood, while it wasn’t proud and standing, it was slowly swelling to life with each caress of Loki’s nose.
He had no idea what he was doing, but Loki was sure to not show any weakness as his slender fingers spread over the warm thigh. But he wouldn’t let that deter him from this task. The need to complete what he had set out to do burned within Loki, scorching his veins as he darted his tongue out and swiped it quickly along the heated skin of Thor’s cock. He didn’t take a long lick, not knowing if he would like the taste or not. But from what he could gather, it wasn’t that bad. He mulled over the taste of Thor in his mind while his fingers were not idle.
They played with the sensitive skin around Thor’s groin, dancing playfully as the other man shivered with pleasure. Loki dared not to look up at his brother, he didn’t want to see whatever expression passed over that face. He only focused on the erection in front of him, determined to bring his brother pleasure with only his mouth. He slid his tongue along the silky skin, this time he was met with the taste of salt and skin. It wasn’t as awful as what he would have thought and continued to pay attention to his brother.
As he licked and sucked, Loki noticed how quickly Thor’s cock swelled with blood, making it stand proudly. After torturing the hot organ with his tongue, Loki decided to suck the head into his mouth, his lips wrapped around it perfectly as his tongue darted into the head. The salty tang of precum greeted him, but Loki found he didn’t mind it as he scuked gently.
A large hand buried itself into his hair, gripping it painfully as the fingers tightened and pulled his hair from its scalp, the pain tingling along his head. He found he liked it, to his shock. As Loki paused for a moment, his own body shivering as his cock twitched. But this was not about his pleasure, it was about Thor’s.
Slowly, Loki took Thor deeper into his mouth, sliding his mouth down as his back was bent in an uncomfortable position. He ignored the discomfort in his back, the muscles and his spine screaming at him to sit straight again. But he wouldn’t abandon his task, he wanted to prove this point to Thor, to show the other that he still cared and begin the process of healing.
Loki closed his eyes, the temptation of looking up to his brother too great for him to continue with them open. He couldn’t break the spell they seemed to be under because of his selfish nature. He wouldn’t allow himself to ruin this tryst, to tatter it to pieces and lose Thor for the rest of eternity. It was the one thing Loki feared the most, not his death or loss of his silvertongue, but Thor. The other God was a constant presence in his life, even when they had been apart.Thor had an uncanny ability to show up whenever Loki ventured into the mortal realm.
It was like had seen fit to connect them in some way. Loki had never believed in fate before, scoffing at the concept that everything was preordained and already set in stone. It was stifling, the feeling that your life was already written for you, that something other than yourself controlled what you did. It was part of the reason why Loki had been so stubborn, so desperate to be seen.
As he worked his brother’s cock, he couldn’t help but think how right it felt to be in a such position. How pleasing it was to have his brother’s large hand in his hair as he grunted in pleasure. Not a word was said, but it didn’t bother Loki in the least, he found the grunts and deep moans enticing, making him redoubling his efforts to draw out more.
He was rewarded for his efforts, the sounds that left Thor’s lips burned like lava in Loki’s veins. The fire spreading throughout his whole body as his fingers grabbed the thighs tighter. His fingers dug into the warm skin, as he adjusted his legs and knees, spreading them so that he would be more comfortable. Moving his hands up the strong body, Loki grabbed the side of Thor’s stomach, his pale fingers splaying over the tan skin.
He found he loved the color on Thor, the dark skin contrasting with his own pale tone. He wondered how they would look together in bed, their bodies lined with one another as they intertwined together. It was a picture that Loki longed for, one that burned him deep to his soul, creating a yearning he had never felt this strongly before. The image only stirred him to bring Thor more pleasure, this time adding a slight scrape of teeth along the sensitive skin.
Strong hips arched upwards, shoving the cock in his mouth deeper. Slender fingers clenched around the skin in his hands as Loki tried not to gag. The sudden shoving had Loki trying to calm himself so he wouldn’t bite down on the invading appendage. It was harder than he imagined, but Loki had managed. He was proud of himself in that moment, he had spared his brother’s cock from a bloody demise.
The hand in his hair began to drift over his head, gently caressing it as strong fingers roamed his scalp. Loki felt wanted in that moment, that this intimate moment was more to each of them. He found himself praying that Thor would agree to a more physical relationship, for his brother was the only one that Loki could see himself with now. He was ruined for anyone else, Thor would be the object of his affections from now on, whether the God liked it or not.
Flattening his tongue, Loki slid up the under part of Thor’s shaft, gliding along the already wet skin. His mouth felt full, the organ pulsing in his mouth as he worked it. Loki knew that Thor had to have been close with the way his cock twitched. Loki could feel every movement of it as he moved one hand down the strong torso to rest in the dip of his brother’s hip.
But it didn’t stay there long, the delicate touch moved to the left, ghosting over the sensitive sac that laid under Thor’s mouth covered cock. Loki’s fingers danced, barely touching the sensitive balls as they moved over it. He could tell by the way that Thor’s body shuddered that he liked it. It was heady, the way Loki was playing Thor’s body. It was almost as if they had been lovers for years instead of this being their first sexual encounter. It was almost as if they were old lovers who were being reunited with the way they responded to one another. But Loki didn’t allow himself to wallow in that delusion, instead, he placed all of his concentration on the cock in his mouth.
The scent of Thor’s arousal filled his nose, the scent of salt assaulted his nostrils as he buried his nose in thick blond curls, Thor’s cock deep in his throat. He found he liked the swell of flesh filling his mouth, bumping against the back of his throat as he tried not to gag. He had never imagined he would be doing something like this, something he would have thought degrading before.
But now, in this point of time, it felt right. Being this intimate with his brother was something that healed his aching soul, it filled a hole that had been in his soul for a long time. Having Thor in a manner he never thought possible healed that jealous spot within him, covering it with hope. Loki could only hope that this wouldn’t backfire on him later on.
Rolling his tongue, Loki continued to pleasure his brother. He elicited several long moans from Thor’s lips once more. The cell was silent except for the sounds he managed to coax out of his brother. Loki never imagined that Thor would allow such a thing as this to happen to him, even if it was his own brother.
He knew Thor had to be the close to the edge from the way the strong thighs tensed under Loki’s hands. Loki knew he had to make his brother break soon or else he wouldn’t be able to break him down again like this. He could only hope that Thor’s reaction would be favorable once they were done, that he wouldn’t be resented for taking what he wanted again. Most people speculated that Loki always planned ahead, making sure every detail was perfect before he executed his scheme. That wasn’t always the case, the perfect example was the current moment in time where he had Thor’s cock down his throat.
Thor’s whole body shook with his orgasm, spilling his hot seed down Loki’s willing throat. And the trickster God drank it all, allowing it to flow down his throat, hardly spilling a drop. He pulled back from Thor’s cock, allowing the now softening organ to slip from his lips with a pop. Loki gently tucked it again in Thor’s leggings, drawing the lacing tight and tying it up for his brother. The act seemed so normal to him that it was almost second nature.
Heavy breathing was the only sound that filled the room in that moment. It filtered through the air as though it was the single most important thing right now. Loki finally decided to pull back and sit on the floor. Thor’s body was a feat to his eyes as they wandered up his body, resting on blue eyes that seemed to be well satisfied.
For the first time time since his incarceration, Loki spoke, his voice hoarse from not being in so long. “Tell me, Thor, was my mouth better than that whore Sifs?”
What he hadn’t expected was Thor to rise so quickly, his face twisted in an almost uncontrolled rage. Loki had been around the other for centuries and knew every mannerism of Thor’s. The other God stood strong on his feet and stalked out of the room, brushing Loki’s shoulder harshly as he stalked by. Loki stood in an instant wanting to grab Thor and keep him in his cell to get answers.
But by the time he stood, Thor was already out of the door and Loki couldn’t follow him. He knew calling out for his brother would not do him any good, Thor would only ignore it and continue whatever path he was on, more than likely he was on his way to Sif.
The thought angered Loki, burned through him like the sun’s hot rays on Midgard. It boiled in his blood and veins as he angrily lashed out, throwing his books to the floor in a fit of rage. Thor hadn’t said one word to him, only stalked off so he could more than likely apologize to Sif for whatever transgression he committed against her.
His books tumbled to the floor as he let a small angered sound. Loki had never been one to express his anger in such a way before. But after what happened, he felt justified in what he was doing as he destroyed his cell. He couldn’t handle the room any longer, it represented a part of his life that he would never gain back. Thor and his old life was lost to him, he would never get back the trust and love he once shared with his brother.
As Loki’s rage died down, the God sat on his ruined bed, his elbows on his knees as he buried his face in his hands. He didn’t know what he could do now, meals with Thor would be more than awkward and he wasn’t even sure if the other would bring him anything after this. Thor was exceptional at hiding his emotions when he wished to do so. The truth was, Loki would never know if his brother enjoyed their intimacy since he was positive he would never see the other at his own will.
Loki didn’t cry, he was the kind of man who always planned his own revenge when things didn’t go his way. He never went to his mother or father, not even Thor had known when he had been picked on as a child. Loki always stewed, waiting for the perfect idea to come to mind before he enacted his revenge on his poor, unsuspecting bully.
It was how Loki had developed his skills as a tricksters, his tutors hadn’t been the wiser as to who had went out of their way to prank their students. Loki had always been strong and independent, even as a toddler when Thor held his hand as he first started to walk. Loki had always tried to steal his hand back from his brother’s, but Thor had always been the stronger one as far as physical strength went and wouldn’t let it go.
Loki had just screwed up and lost the last friend he had in asgard. He was sure Thor would never let him out of his forsaken cell for the stunt he just pulled. It left a sour taste in his mouth as Loki looked up and noticed his food was still on the table. Growling, he rose from the bed and took the plate, clutching it before throwing it against a solid wall, the porcelain breaking and hitting the floor with a clatter. It did nothing to sooth the rage that was rolling inside him, consuming his heart once again.
Loki didn’t want to be corrupted again by his own jealousy and rage, it would lead to nothing but disaster if he did. But there was nothing he could do to quell the storm within him, even another round of breaking and throwing his old belongings did nothing. Not even a dent was made in his rage as he stalked across his room.
For once in his long life, he didn’t have an answer to his situation. No matter what had happened to him in his past, Loki always had a plan and one to back it up in case it failed. But this was different, this was Thor, a God who fancied women and had no problems with being open about it.
Loki was sure that after this, he would be handed over to Odin and his judgment would come. He still held his composure though, his mind wheeling with schemes and plans to escape if it ever came down to being in front of the All Father to be judged for his crimes. He wasn’t sure what would work now, he had been away from Asgard for some time and power shifted a lot in a short time in this realm.
Loki was not sure how this would play out, there were too many options and scenarios that ran through his head. And suddenly he was exhausted from the thinking, his shoulders slumped as he he once again took a seat on his bed. It was best if he rested and think his predicament over with a clear head. He was too stressed right now to even formulate a plan, let alone several. He knew though, in his sleep, Thor would haunt him.
Moving so that he was laying on his back, Loki closed his eyes and tried to force himself to sleep. If he wanted rest he needed to push everything to the back of his mind where it would be waiting until morning. Loki was so used to this act that it didn’t take long for him to arrange his mind and fall into sleep, Thor haunting his dreams just as he had predicted.
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