A Shot in the Dark
Loki glares at Thor as they enter Asgard. Their trip back to their homeland had not been pleasant for either of them. Loki could not use his best weapon: his mouth. Since his mouth was closed shut, he did not get to make all the sly comments he wanted to. Thor just sat in eery silence with his adopted brother, who was chained from behind.
As they enter the palace and the guard leave Thor and Loki alone, Loki begins to speak. Muffled, incomprehensible words release from him.
"I cannot understand you, Brother," Thor says, frustrated.
"Then take the gag off of me!" Loki screams, his words still misunderstandable. His brows furrow together at his brother's supposed incompetence.
Thor unhooks the mouth mask and the chains. "There you go, my Brother! Now you may speak."
"Stop calling me your brother!" Loki snaps, rubbing his jaw. "I am not your brother." He then switches his mood. Loki looks at the man beside him seductively. He leans in close. "What do you say about us going up to your bed chamber?
"Why would we do that?" Thor asks, completely oblivious to what he is is referring to.
"Because I want to talk to you before your Father publically crucifies me," Loki whispers through gritted teeth. He has become increasingly annoyed with his ex-brother's ignorance to the sexual tension between them.
"I suppose that would be a good idea..."
Thor leads the way up to his bed chamber on the top floor of the palace they both technically live in. Thor's decor is a mesh of shades of reds, browns and golds. While Loki's is almost complete black with accents of green. On Thor's bed frame is carved an Asgardian animal similar to the Midgardian lion. It is a very robust room, indeed.
"So here we are..." Loki begins.
"Why did you do it, Loki? Why did you try to take over Midgard? Think of all the mortals you killed and harmed!" Thor finally yells. He has been keeping that in for a long time.
"Because I am the rightful king of Asgard! But if your simpleminded father won't let me, then I shall be king of Midgard! I am the king!"
"But, brother," Thor says in a pleading voice.
"I am not your brother!" Loki screams, throwing his arm up and turning away. There is a moment of silence. Then Loki looks over at Thor. He looks sad and empty. He can sure change that. Loki struts over to him. "Look, brother, I apologize." He cringes silently at the word 'brother'.
"You are?" Thor asks, skeptically. He wants so much to believe that his brother is sincerely remorseful for his actions.
"I just want to make things correct between us." He brushes his hand along Thor's cheek. His beard tickles Loki's fingertips.
"And how will you do that?"
"This is how!" Loki grabs Thor's crotch, squeezing tightly.
"Brother! What madness is this?" Thor exclaims, eyes wide.
"You know you want me, Thor. You've wanted me for as long as you could have wanted me!"
Thor takes a moment, pondering what is actually happening. Then a sinister smile spreads across his face. He grabs Loki's long black locks and yanks his head back. "I do want you." Thor then tosses Loki onto his bed. He is finally taking what he wants.
"Yes, Thor! Yes!" Loki chants.
Thor seizes Loki's clothing and throws it in a tousled pile on the floor. Thor then strips his own armor off, revealing his sculpted, muscular body. Loki licks his lips at the sight. Thor tackles Loki's small body, turning him over on the bed and inserts himself into him. He pushes hard, letting out all his anger that Loki has caused him.
"Oh, Thor," Loki gasps as maximum bloodflow arises in him.
Thor thrusts and pushes into Loki. He tries to close his eyes and think of the lovely Jane Foster but his thoughts keep coming back to Loki. He can't help but open his eyes and stare in wonder at Loki's flawless white skin. He is beautiful and Thor never even realized it. All these years he thought of Loki as his brother but could he possibly be his lover now? They are adopted so it isn't that strange?
Just then, Loki breaks his train of thought. "Keep going, Thor," he hisses.
As they reach their climax, the two men make all sorts of noise. Sweat travels down and around Thor's rock-hard pecks and abs. Tendons are popping out of his arms as he holds Loki's hips for support. Loki's hair is matted and messy. His clear eyes squeeze shut. And in perfect synchronization, the brothers' heads tip back as if they are sniffing vinegar and they let out their load.
Thor rolls over onto the bed, panting like a dog. He slides to the hardwood floor, embarrassed and confused at what just happened. He sits in shame, his head resting in his palms. After a few minutes he finally manages to say something. "That was so wrong."
Loki waits a moment, not knowing what to say. Then it comes to him. "Not as wrong as what I'm going to do to you right now!"
Loki grapples Thor and pushes him down on the bed.
"What are you doing?" Thor screams.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson!"
Thor ponders situation. He should be saying no. He should be resisting but he cannot help but notice the blood flowing into his member. Does he really like this? He does. "Do it, then," Thor says harshly.
"Good. But you are not going to like this." Loki jams himself into his adopted brother. Thor lets out a gasp of pain and pleasure. As Loki thrusts into him, anger grows deep like a thick forest within him. He hates Thor but is so attracted to him. He is so deep in thought that he does not realize that he is gouging his fingers into his brother's shoulders and Thor is crying out in pain.
"Loki! Remove your fingers!" Thor shouts.
Loki does so, cooling off a bit but not for long. The fury builds up again like a tall skyscraper. Tears form in his eyes. He should be the king. Why did the All Father have to take him as his own? Why didn't he just let him die! "I am the rightful king!" Loki whispers harshly in Thor's ear. "And I am not your brother!"