Love The One You're (NOT) With

Thor looks at his mother as he digests the revelation she has just given him. Loki is not his brother. They can be together. Loki is Jotun. Jotun. Wait, does that mean…

“Mother, Frost Giants are of the two sexes are they not?” Thor asks in genuine curiosity.

“Yes Thor.”

“But I’ve seen Loki naked many times in the bathing house and have never seen….well…you know.”

“All Frost Giants are male in appearance on the exterior. On the interior they have a womb, though the baby does not come out the same place the seed goes in. Loki’s belly button is actually his birth canal.”

“Loki is able to bare me an heir. We can marry! Thank You mother, I shall propose to him immediately!”

“Thor NO!” Frigga warns. Thor is such a sweet bumbling idiot he’s about to sabotage himself out of the very thing he desires most.

“Your brother has a choice. He can choose to keep living his life just the same as it has always been. But if he chooses you, he would have to change everything about himself and his life for you. Do you understand? Has Loki ever done anything, said anything to indicate that he reciprocates your feelings?”

“I don’t know. If he does he has hidden it well. What could be taken for romantic love can easily be mistaken for brotherly love. I just won’t know until I ask him.”

“What of lust? Do you know of any instance where Loki has shown an attraction to men?”

“None that I am aware. His enemies at court have spread some vicious rumors over the years about him being ergi. A part of me hopes that some of them are true, but I doubt it. Loki is so prideful, the thought of giving anyone ammunition against him frightens him.”

“Exactly Thor. It will be bad enough that your father will have to disown him publicly just to make your marriage possible, but for the people of Asgard to believe that Loki is truly not your brother, he will be expected to show his true form in public.”

Thor feels a wave of despair overtake him as he realizes his brother will never subject himself to such public humiliation, not for his sake, not for anyone. Tears start to well in his eyes.

“Mother. I am so lost. What am I to do if I cannot convince Loki that it would all be worth it. That my love is worth his sacrifice. What must I do?”

“You’ll need to court him Thor, clandestinely of course. Loki only just learned of your feelings for him today. I doubt he has ever allowed himself to think of you in such a way before. Give him reason to. He will need to love you enough to overcome his fears of being judged by others.”

“Thank you mother. I shall proceed slowly.” Thor gets up to leave.

“Thor, one more thing. You need to consider the possibility that Loki may never return your affections.” Frigga says seriously.

“I know mother. It is my greatest fear.”
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Loki stares up at the ceiling of his bedroom as if it has the answer to all his problems. If only. He has yet to speak with Thor directly about all of this. In truth he still has not decided what he will say to Thor. Of course he is not going to marry him, HIM, his own brother! Loki would rather die than be made into the ergi prize of his beloved older brother who already has everything! He’s the first born, he’s the crowned prince, the favored one. And what is Loki? The weak one, the runt, not even worthy of the love of his own people, his own true father. No he was cast out and left to die until Odin scooped him up out of pity!

‘Why should I change everything about myself and my life for Thor’s sake? Let him wallow in despair in the one thing he can never have!’

Yet Loki does not get up to find Thor to tell him so. He just lays there, his legs pinned as if Mjolnir were holding them down. Loki is ripped from his angry musings by the sound of a knock at the door. There is only one person it can be at this point. Loki breaks out in a cold sweat.

Slowly, Loki rises from his bed and slumps towards the door as if the floor were covered in the thick foot sucking mud that was covering the arena just this morning. When he opens the door to see Thor standing there, Loki’s heart falls into his feet. His anger is forgotten and replaced by terror.

“We must speak. May I come in?” Thor asks softly. Loki simply nods. Thor walks into the room and Loki closes the door behind him. Loki quickly casts a soundproofing spell. He doesn’t want anyone overhearing their conversation. Thor turns to look at him.

“I know that today has been a very trying day for you. The revelations of where you come from… and of my feelings for you must have been hard for you. I love you Loki. I have for a very long time, but I know nothing of your feelings for me. If you have any love for me beyond a brotherly bond? I want to marry you, but I cannot expect you to say yes now. I wish to court you, properly. Will you give me the opportunity to earn your love?”

Loki looks upon Thor’s puppy dog eyes and feels a flood of his anger resurge. “My love? You would have me humiliate myself before the whole of the kingdom just to satisfy your ergi lust for me. If you love me as you say you would not humiliate me so!”

“But it is the only way we could ever be together!” Thor cries out as thunder and lightning gather outside.

“By forcing me to humiliate myself! Tell me Thor, have you ever been humiliated? Have you ever stood by while a circle of people pointed and laughed at you? I have! The people mock me for my woman’s magic, and now you would subject me to a woman’s role!”

“Tell me then! Tell me what I must do Loki! If you ask me I will humiliate myself for your sake. All you need do is ask.” Thor is begging on his knees before Loki. The tears are streaming down his face as he looks up beseechingly into Loki’s eyes. Loki looks down at Thor and a wicked grin curls his lips. Loki looks down at the position Thor is in and feels an urge to overpower and dominate Thor flow through him. Loki reaches down and unlaces his trousers.

“Pleasure me then, in the way, you’ve no doubt fantasized about me pleasuring you.” Loki says with hate in his eyes.

Thunder cracks loudly as rain pummels the window. Thor looks at Loki with shock, then desire, and then hurt. Thor knows this is a request born of hate and not love, but he knows it may be his one and only opportunity to convince Loki of his sincerity. Thor reaches up and finishes unlacing Loki’s trousers and slides them down his thighs.

Loki cock bobs out, only half hard. Thor has dreamed of this moment for so long. Loki’s cock is beautiful and surprisingly hair free. It is of a good size and girth and Thor aches to taste him. Thor smiles.

“Go on then.” Loki says. He is visibly trembling and the arrogance that his face displayed not a moment ago is now full of want and fear.

Thor leans forward and takes Loki’s cock into his mouth. Loki gasps at the contact as sublime wet heat envelopes his length. At first Thor’s ministrations are like that of a starving man desperate for every inch. Loki moans as his tip slams into the back of Thor’s throat over and over again. Thor even nearly lifts Loki at one point as he swallows Loki’s entire length and cups Loki’s ass with both hands. A thought occurs to Thor then and one of his fingers parts Loki’s cheeks in search of his entrance. Loki shudders at the unexpected intrusion.

Loki feels his anger and hate melt away at the site of Thor sucking him reverently, lovingly. Thor acts like Loki’s cock is the most precious, most cherished thing in all of creation. Thor is worshipping him. Loki blinks back tears as blinding pleasure jolts his system. Thor has found a spot inside of him and Loki bucks his hips involuntarily into Thor’s face. Thor continues rubbing that spot. Rubbing and sucking, sucking and rubbing.

“Thor…. Thor…” Loki yells shakily. “I’m going to….ah….I’m going … to…” Loki tries to pull away but Thor just takes him deeper. Loki nearly doubles over, with his hands on Thor’s shoulders for support as he comes into Thor’s generous loving throat. Thor sucks down every drop like it is the sweetest nectar. Loki is gasping shrilly as Thor slowly releases Loki’s cock from his mouth.

Thor doesn’t pull away immediately though. He continues planting little kisses on his cock, balls, and thighs. His finger is still inside Loki, gently stroking that tender spot. Loki slowly returns to a fully upright standing position and looks down into Thor’s sparkling joyful eyes. Loki is broken; his eyes are blown wide and shattered. Thor smiles at him and finally pulls his finger away and stands up.

“I would get on my knees and suck your cock in front of the entire kingdom if it please you, my beloved, my beautiful Loki. I would get on my knees for you every night for the rest of our lives and worship your glorious form until dawn. You fear that others would think less of you, mock you, and laugh at you. I say to you that they are jealous. That they, like me, desire you and are too cowardly to admit that they fantasize about worshipping your cock just as I do. I am yours Loki. Body and soul. I am going to court you now. Rest well, for tomorrow is a new day.”

With that Thor walks to the door, and looks back once at Loki before leaving the room. Loki looks down and realizes his pants are still around his ankles and pulls them up in a quick and awkward motion. What the hell just happened?

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