Aftermath

Thor and Loki arrive at the restaurant and are immediately seated. Their table seems to be in the center of the room, easily viewed by everyone. And everyone is looking. They would have succeeded in blending in better if Thor had not insisted on carrying Mjolnir with him. Idiot. The waiter arrives to take their order and when he asks Thor what the lady would like, Thor answers with a “My Wife…”. The waiter’s eyebrows arch at this little bit of information.
Loki sees this and knows that without a doubt they are being spied on by everyone in the room. Everyone is looking for any tiny bit of information that they can either sell to the media or share with their friends. Loki also notices that nearly every woman in the room is leering at Thor. Loki grins wickedly as a flame of jealousy that flares from god knows where makes her do something unexpected. She flirts with her husband.
Loki leans forward ever so subtly so that her cleavage is more visible. Thor notices.
“Are you having a good time?” Thor smiles.
“I am.” Loki says. Loki sees the way Thor is looking at him and suddenly realizes something. “Thor? Are you more attracted to me as a man or as a woman?” Loki asks in genuine curiosity.
“I’m just attracted to you. I would have you either way.” Thor says. If that answer came from anyone else, Loki would think it a carefully worded response. But Thor really means it.
“Why? What is it you love so much about me?” Loki holds her breath now.
“Your quiet way, your grace. You could wear any face and I would know it is you Loki. You move like a dancer. Your cunning wit and intelligence mesmerizes me. You are brilliant, and funny, and strong in all the ways I am not. You compliment me, balance me, and calm me in a way no other can. That is… when we aren’t at each other’s throats.” Thor blurts out this information like it is the most obvious thing in the world.
Loki puts her hand on Thor’s knee. “Thor…” She leans in and Thor takes the hint. He kisses her lovingly and for a long time. Outside, the thunder rolls. People in the room are pointing and staring.
“Dance with me?” Loki asks. Thor smiles and offers his hand to her. He leads her out onto the dance floor. Admittedly it is a bit awkward. Loki was taught as a man to lead on the dance floor, the same as Thor. They figure it out though, and before long they are making long sweeping movements around the room as a waltz plays in the background. They look regal, they look like royalty. They look like a Prince with his Princess, a fairytale. If people knew the half of it….
They finish the set and go back to their table to eat their meal. When they leave the restaurant they are briefly hounded by the media before getting into their car. Loki and Thor settle in the back seat as the driver takes them to The Plaza. Thor attacks Loki’s mouth with a force and passion he’d been holding back while in public. He can’t wait to get to their room. He wants to make love. He wants to make a new memory. He wants to do all the things he didn’t do the first time around and give Loki the joy and ecstasy he deserves. Or she. He doesn’t care.
The car arrives at the hotel and again they are bombarded. How in the hell did these people know where they were going? Thor and Loki dodge all the questions hurled their way. Questions like:
Who is she? Is she your wife? When did you get married? Is she human? Is that your baby? Was it born before or after you married? Is it a boy or a girl? What’s your wife’s name? Are you still hunting for Loki? Do you forgive your brother? How should he be punished?
Ah! Inside the building, finally. That was brutal. Thor and Loki are going to have to figure out how to address those people. A meeting with Tony’s PR guy tomorrow is most definitely in order. But tonight is for love. They check in at the desk. Loki notices how the staff smiles at them, like they are two beautiful rare creatures they have spotted in the wild. They are escorted up to their room and are left alone for the evening.
When Thor and Loki enter their room they are blasted by the scent of flowers. The room is filled with them. Roses of every shade of pink and red fill the room. There are rose petals on the bed and champagne in ice next to it. Thor makes a mental note to gift Tony with a personal boon for this.
Loki kicks off her heels. Thor tugs off his jacket. Loki pulls off Thor’s tie. Thor slips a finger under Loki’s dress strap and pushes it down her shoulder. Loki rips open Thor’s shirt. Thor yanks down Loki’s dress. Loki pulls Thor’s belt off. Thor picks up Loki and carries her to the bed. Thor kicks off his shoes and pulls down his pants. They are both in their underwear. They make out on the bed for several minutes. Thor removes Loki’s bra and pinches one of her nipples. It squirts milk. Thor smiles and leans his head down. He’s curious.
“Ah!” Loki keens as Thor’s hot mouth envelopes her breast, rough and demanding. Thor plunges two fingers into her wet folds pumping in and out of her as he attacks her nipples. The taste of the milk, well it’s odd, but Thor doesn’t care. He’ll keep doing it so long as Loki keeps reacting like THAT! Thor stops and reaches down to pull down Loki’s panties. He tosses them onto the floor.
“Open your legs my love, I wish to taste you.” Thor says eagerly. Loki nods, her whole body trembling. Thor moves to settle between her legs, with his face mere inches from her sex. Thor uses his fingers to part her petals as his tongue dips into her center. Loki yells from the intimate contact.
“Gods! You taste like VALHALLA!” Thor buries his face in her cunt, devouring it.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Thor!” Loki’s back arches involuntarily. Thor continues licking and sucking her womanhood as her juices flow. The sounds Thor is making are obscene. Thunder is clapping loudly outside as hard rain pummels the window. Thor’s hands are on Loki’s hips, while Loki’s feet rest on Thor’s shoulder and back. Loki’s fingers are gripping the blanket as her orgasm builds to its apex.
“Thor! Thor something’s happening! Thor! THOOOOOOOOR!” Loki’s pussy quivers uncontrollably as her hot fluids fill Thor’s mouth. Loki moans like a whore a Thor laps up her essence. Both collapse for a moment of rest. Thor looks up at Loki’s face.
“Now turn into a man so I can suck you cock.” Thor says. Loki’s eyes go wide. Loki feels surprisingly shy about this, but complies. He hasn’t seen his own natural male form in days. His apprehension is understandable. Even in his male form he still has small milk filled breasts. It’s not a very manly appearance. Loki quickly forgets his shyness, however, when he feels Thor’s mouth on his body again.
Thor starts by licking the base all the way up to the tip. Thor sucks him so sweetly and lovingly. He plants little kisses between his thighs and on his balls. He caresses them with a soft delicate touch one would not expect from such large rough hands. Loki comes for a second time and Thor swallows down all his seed, relishing the taste.
“Loki, I want to make love to you now. Will you be okay? I am willing to do anything to make you comfortable.” Thor pleads. Loki flicks his wrist and a small bottle of oil appears.
“Use this generously. You are a BIG boy.” Loki emphasizes.
“What position would you like?” Thor asks. Loki considers this for a moment. He wants to face Thor, but is worried he might have a panic attack if he feels caged. He wants to see Thor’s face. Loki looks around the room and spots a full length free standing mirror.
“Hang on.” Loki gets up and carries the mirror next to the bed and angles it so that Loki and Thor will be able to see themselves. Loki gets on all fours facing the mirror. Thor smiles and gets behind him. Thor likes this plan. The position is optimal for momentum and deep penetration, plus he will still be able to see Loki’s face.
Thor coats two fingers with oil and gently slips them inside of him. Loki feels himself getting hard again. Thor scissors Loki’s opening to prepare him. Thor squirts more oil directly into Loki ass, plunging deep to coat him thoroughly. When Thor is satisfied with his handiwork, he squirts another generous amount of oil onto his cock and sets the bottle down. Loki is on pins and needles with anticipation. He is already panting.
Thor places his tip at Loki’s entrance and gently pushes in. Loki gasps. He feels so full, so stretched. They make eye contact with each other in the mirror. The look Loki gives Thor is positively predatory. Thor feels like the heat of his gaze could set his skin on fire. The raw desire emanating from Thor makes Loki quiver everywhere. Thor finishes seating himself inside of Loki and starts rocking back and forth. The movements are deliberately slow at first. The grinding movements Thor is making are agonizing and intimate, like he is trying to memorize each and every sensation he feels. The slow drag of his cock inside him feels like the sweetest bliss.
Thor pulls his cock almost all the way out, and then SLAM! Pulls out slowly again and then SLAM! Loki’s mouth hangs open in silent begging and Thor knows he is ready for his full power. Thor increases his tempo. Both men pant heavily.
“So beautiful…”Thor sighs his compliment. “Sit up.” Thor urges. He pulls Loki up to a kneeling position so that Loki’s back is flush with Thor’s chest. Loki’s thighs are spread far apart and in this position, Loki can see Thor’s cock thrusting up inside of him in the mirror. Thor nuzzles his neck as he wraps one hand around his abdomen and the other around Loki’s cock.
“Ah! Thor!” Loki cries out as Thor strokes and fucks him in tandem. Loki feels his climax building. The eye contact they are maintaining makes the experience utterly intense. Loki’s abdominal muscles twitch and as his cock spits out his seed all over Thor’s hand. Loki is screaming at the top of his lungs. Thor follows close behind, thrusting in deeply one last time before filling Loki with a creamy center. They kiss each other passionately.
They lay down on the bed embracing each other in a tangle of hair and limbs. Normally the both of them would be up for another round, but sleep is just too tempting for the new parents. They haven’t slept through the entire night in days. Loki thinks about his life as he slowly drifts off to sleep. He is a mother now to a child he will love until the day he dies. He is married now, to last person he ever expected. He is happy, also unexpected. The next 100 years on Midgard suddenly feels like a reprieve, not a punishment. Loki doesn’t want this moment of perfection to end.
The wind outside is howling as a large storm rips up the city. It is centered directly over The Plaza Hotel.

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