Love The One You're (NOT) With

Thor and Loki decide to retire in Thor’s chambers. Come morning Loki’s chambers will be cleaned out, and a new apartment in the royal wing with be prepared for when the royal couple are married. Technically speaking, Loki is required to reside in guest chambers until the wedding takes place. As if Thor would allow that. Thor closes the door behind them. He finally has Loki all to himself, and can make as much noise as he wants. He intends to scandalize the servants and the guards tonight. Thor wants the servants as far away as the kitchens to hear them. He looks at Loki.

Exotic would be an understatement to describe how he looks tonight, and yet he is still Loki. Thor has been aching to run his fingers through Loki’s new long hair. He’d grown it on a whim with some potion he concocted after being fitted by the seamstress for his current ensemble. Thor must confess, the long hair somehow makes the outfit. Now, he wants to rip it off him. Thor and Loki embrace in a kiss. It is sweet and gentle. Thor starts to tug at Loki’s skirt, and Loki breaks the kiss.

“Wait Thor, not this time. It is my turn to take care of you.” Loki whispers seductively into Thor’s ear. Thor beams a big smile as excitement shoots up his spine. Loki gets on his knees and begins to unlace Thor’s trousers. He looks up into Thor’s eyes and grins wickedly. Loki’s hands tremble with an excitement of his own. Thor has been so wonderful today. That moment in the throne room had been the most amazing moment of his life. He intends to show Thor his gratitude. Thor was only supposed to come in and announce to Odin, regally, officially, that he accepted the betrothal. Loki preferred Thor’s way much better. Odin was mortified. Perfect.

Loki laves his tongue over Thor’s tip, tasting the salty pre-cum beading there. Thor’s breath hitches at the sensation. Loki grabs Thor’s cock with both hands. Its girth will make it difficult for Loki’s small mouth to swallow. He’ll have to be extra careful with his teeth. Loki uses some of his spit to coat the rest of Thor’s cock as his two hands stroke him. Thor moans as Loki bobs his head, the large tip slamming into the back of his throat.

“Oh Loki… oh my beloved….oh…oh…” Thor can’t take his eyes off of him. Loki looks up and meets his gaze. Loki remembers the first time Thor did this for him and removes one of his hands to reach up between Thor’s legs to find his rear entrance. Thor moans in anticipation. Loki finds that ring of muscle and gently slips one long delicate finger inside. Loki probes Thor’s insides until he finds that spot.

“Ah!” Thor bucks his hips and Loki swallows more of Thor’s length than intended. Loki goes with it. He swallows more of his length down, deep throating him. Thor can see Loki’s throat expanding to accommodate him. Loki rubs that spot again, and hums.

“Ahhhhhh! LOOOOKKKKIIII!” Thor reaches out and grabs Loki’s head as he comes, throat fucking him. Loki removes his finger and Thor quickly but gently withdraws his cock from Loki’s throat. Loki gasps for air and smiles. A small amount of Thor’s come is in the corner of Loki’s lips. Loki licks it, holding his tongue out slightly for a moment so that Thor can see it before swallowing it down. Loki gets up off his knees and Thor grabs him by the arm and drags him into the bathing chambers. Inside there is a very large mirror.

“I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to see my cock as I slam it inside of you. I want to ravish you and make you moan so loud that people on Midgard can hear you! I want all of Asgard to hear us scream each other’s names!” Thor growls in primal need. He chose the right room for this. The acoustics in the bathing chambers are impeccable.

Thor pushes Loki down on all fours on the floor in front of the mirror. They have a side profile view of themselves as gets behind Loki to mount him. Thor’s cock is still exposed and is hard again. He reaches down to part Loki’s skirt to one side.

“Loki? Did you not wear any undergarments this evening?” Thor looks at Loki incredulously. Loki looks over his shoulder back at Thor. His expression is positively naughty.

“I had hoped you would fondle me during the banquet, but you kept your arm around me the entire time.” Loki says regretfully. The sudden image of stroking Loki under the table while carrying out civilized conversion with strangers entices Thor. Imagining Loki trying to keep a straight face and not moan as he strokes him in a crowded room almost makes Thor come right there. Thor growls loudly as he plunges his cock into Loki’s ass, pounding his womb mercilessly. Loki cries out in ecstasy.

Thor reaches down and wraps Loki’s long beautiful hair around his palm and yanks. Loki arches his back and looks on in the mirror as Thor rides him. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the room. Loki’s cock is leaking copious amounts of come and is purple from the strain. Thor sees his need and reaches around to stroke him. They are both moaning loudly and with wild abandon. Loki comes within seconds and feels the dual releases of his cock and womb. Thor does not stop. He keeps rutting Loki’s sated body. Loki can feel the fluids of his own body inside of him. He feels so full and yet….

“Thor I need your seed! I need your seed inside of me! Please my love! Please!” Loki sounds positively desperate.

“Yes! Yes!” Thor cries as his cock twitches. He stomach muscles go taught and Thor bellows his release.

Outside in the public palace gardens is a crowd of guests all standing in utter silence. Thor had left a small window in the bathroom open.
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Frigga is mortified. Half the kingdom heard her sons making love last night. Thor looks sheepish. Loki looks dazed…and sore. She sips her tea and frowns at them. She’d thought “being caught” cavorting would be something along the lines of kissing passionately in public, not…well…that! Thor chews his breakfast with a big dumb smile on his face.

“It’s undignified! It’s unroyal! You two should be ashamed of yourselves! Really Thor! How could you forget to close the window?” Frigga admonishes.

“It was hot.” Thor says with his mouth full.

“Yes… it… was.” Loki says sardonically.

“Loki!” Loki smiles a guilty smile.

“The two of you have duties to attend to, now get out of my sight!” Frigga screeches. Thor and Loki rise. They have rarely seen their mother this furious with them, and yet they are too full of bliss to care. What can they do? Nothing really. What’s done is done. They leave their mother’s private quarters and head to the sparring arena to find their friends. Loki is grateful for this one familiar reprieve. After sparring he is expected to meet with the royal seamstress, the kitchen staff, and the team of servants responsible for decorations. He has a wedding to plan. His wedding. To his not brother.

Their daily sparring session goes well. Fandral is still terribly distracted whenever Sif is in danger, which actually puts HIM in more danger. Sif can take care of herself. Fandral needs to remember that. There seems to be an audience around the field today. More onlookers wanting to get a glimpse of the “new” Loki. Much to their disappointment Loki is wearing his usual attire with armor. The only visible blue area of his body is his face and hands. Unfortunately for Loki, his old clothes are uncomfortably warm for him in his Jotun form. Loki is beginning to understand why the Jotun people dress the way they do.

“I must go. I have a wedding to plan, and I need to change into something…less constricting.” Loki states.

“I will miss you.” Thor says before leaning in for a kiss. People from the crowd whisper to each other. Loki notices a gender divide amongst the crowd. In general the women are smiling like giddy school girls gushing over a cute puppy. The men, on the other hand, are either frowning or doing a very poor job of hiding their lust. Loki had not realized that there were that many men with those urges in Asgard. Thor is not as unique as Loki first thought.

“You’re a sentimental fool.” Loki jibes. Thor smiles. Yes. Yes he is. Loki makes his way back up the path towards the palace. He is in a happy light mood. For a moment he forgets. He forgets the controversy and his current appearance. He is simply happy just being.

“Did you hear them last night fucking like wild ergi animals? It’s disgusting!” Some woman cries.

“That little blue Jotun whore Loki was begging for his seed like bitch in heat!” A man says cruelly. They laugh in unison. Loki rounds the corner and sees them. It is Lord and Lady Svetland. Loki recognizes the newlywed couple. He was a guest at their wedding. They are also Loki’s enemies at court. The Svetlands are an insipid couple, all flash and no substance. They care more about appearance than substance. The couple spots him and Loki notices how their eyes linger on his form with desire before they both compose themselves. So that’s how it is, is it? They know Loki overheard them. They both curl their lips into cruel smiles. Loki smiles back just as wickedly. He can do this. It is time for a tap dance.

“My Liege! How are you? Sore I trust. I hope Thor didn’t ride you too hard last night. We wouldn’t want any permanent damage to that delicate form of yours.” Lady Svetland says venomously.

“Yes, your eagerness for your brother’s hammer is commendable. I hope he did not dirty that long mane of womanly hair.” Lord Svetland insults. Loki walks in a circle around them slowly, with a smile on his face like a cat toying with a mouse it is about to kill. He slithers up to Lord Svetland and gets within his personal space.

“I appreciate your concern. However, Thor’s cock was far too deep in my throat to cause any kind of mess. It is rather impressive you know. The way it stretches and fills my tight ass as he pounds me mercilessly. But you don’t want to hear about that. The very thought disgusts you. Clearly.” Loki reaches down and grabs Lord Svetland’s crotch. It is as Loki suspected. His cock is hard. Lord Svetland stumbles back to get out of Loki’s reach. Loki turns to his wife.

“Know that the next time he has you on your back, he will be thinking of me as he fucks you.” Loki says will an evil glow in his eyes. Lady Svetland stands there with her mouth agape as Loki turns and walks away.

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