#mean thor

“These are all you have?”

The disappointment rang hard in the commanding voice, the disapproval and disdain clear in every syllable, even in the pauses between words, there was nothing but scorn.

The owner, the master of this establishment, a well dressed, rich looking old man, was unused to rejection from his clients. He was disarmed from the very second this man in particular walked in.

He was tall, built for war, his blonde hair was tied at his nape and he had cold blue eyes that assessed the men and women lined up before him.

He wore a black cape and hood, trying to hide himself as best he could but if his powerful stride and contempt for those beneath him didn’t give him away, then his bright blonde hair definitely did.

It was a trait of Kings and if fit him well as he looked about, King Thor Odinson, in all his superior glory, at the wares of the most expensive brothel in Asgard.

The Aesir Tea House, named so everyone who was aware of its nature knew of the delicious treats inside and those who didn’t – well, they were far too pure know that the nice and hot menu inside had nothing to do with beverages.

The Aesir Tea House was established in Bor’s time and was frequented by the people of most elevated rank. The wares inside were high class escorts, all of them from exquisite backgrounds, all of them here voluntarily. The benefits and pay was amazing, afterall.

The owner, Alfar, was from Alfhiem nobility and started this business for the Aesir elite. His escorts were all elegant, clean, responsible, friendly and absolutely beautiful.

Which was why he was baffled with the King’s obvious disgust as he looked at them and claimed none of them were to his taste.

“I would think that with the profits you make you might have at least one that I liked” Thor tsked “makes me wonder what you do with all the money you make”

Alfar couldn’t speak, he stood there, apologizing over and over until Thor sighed and held out a hand.

“Cease your prattling” he said “are these all? Maybe you have some that are reserved for others? Or even busy?”

“N-Nay, Sir, you kicked everyone out when you walked in” Alfar reminded him “Just…”

Anyone else would have missed it, but Alfar’s eye darted nervously to the bartender, who was giving him a glare and shaking his head.

Thor saw it and he looked to the bartender, who quickly went to work, then back to Alfar.

“You’re hiding something” he took a step closer “Or rather..someone”

“No, my lord, I…”

“You know lying to a King is treason” Thor said casually “don’t you?”

Alfar was almost sickly grey at this point and gulped “H-He was brought in this morning, he isn’t…”

“Bring him over”

The bartender hesitated, but he ducked out of sight to call the one thing Alfar was hiding from Thor. Thor watched the cowering man before him and crossed his arms, his muscles bulging to show off how easily he could tear this place apart if he wanted.

“My lord, forgive me, I didn’t mean…”

Thor gave an irritated huff and Alfar went silent. He had no interest in his apologies, they were meaningless. He’d learned his lesson, Thor would do nothing.

But Alfar didn’t need to know that.

Thor let him wallow in his fear and watched with raised brows as the barkeep came back, scowling and clearly miffed by whoever he had gone to fetch.

And not ten minutes later, the man himself came strutting downstairs.

Thor knew instantly that he wanted this one.

He saw him from his feet upwards, since the over hang above the archway before the stairs concealed him – it was like a magic illusion, slowly revealed as the drapery was pulled off from it. Even his entrance was sensual.

Long, endless legs came into his view first, encased in loose black trousers, shifting with every step his took. Thor saw slim, well shaped hips, a narrow waist, a chest he already longed to bite, a long, graceful neck and then …

Then a pleasingly handsome face.

Thor would have wanted to see his eyes, see if they complimented his fair skin or his raven hair, but they were lowered, not in respect, but to the book he held in his slender looking hands. He had an apple in the other, which he bit with that tender mouth and Thor couldn’t help but watch as he descended the stairs and came to stand at the end of the line up, far away from Thor, still reading.

Alfar was scandalized and gaped at the dismissal this man had for the King!

“Loki!” he snapped “put that book away!”

Loki, of course, ignored him, choosing instead, to keep on reading and Thor felt his lips twitch in a smirk. As Alfar went to him, Thor raised a hand to stop him, walking over himself to stand before Loki.

He was taller, larger, of course, but if he expected Loki to lift his head from the book, Thor was wrong. The right brat kept on reading even after Thor cleared his throat.

Discreetly, the other whores moved away from Loki but Loki paid no mind to what was happening.

Thor cleared his throat again, louder, this time but Loki only placed the apple between his teeth, turned the page, the pulled the fruit away, eating as he read.

“Loki” Thor crooned

He was ignored again and this time, a flare of irritation went through him, making him snatch the book from Loki’s hand.

Again, if he was expecting this man to be cowed, he wasn’t.

He pretended to read on, his gaze still lowered and Alfar nearly died of horror right on his polished floor.

“Norns damn it, Loki, behave yourself!”

That had Loki slowly raise his gaze, but he looked to Alfar first, then to Thor and Thor finally saw the color of those eyes.

Mischief

That was the color. A stark green that promised trouble and Thor wanted him.

“This one” Thor said

And then he had the pleasure of seeing that cocksure, teasing look about Loki’s face vanish to shock, his face turning paler than before.

“My King, he isn’t …”

“Did I ask permission?” Thor looked at Alfar “I think not”

The owner shut up and Thor turned to Loki

“Come along” Thor said “my carriage is outside”

Loki gained his composure and smiled “No, thank you”

Thor’s smile fell from his face and he was sure Alfar had died of a cardiac arrest when Loki said that, so silent was the man.

Thor frowned, looking at him as though he misheard him “What?”

Loki looked right at him then “I said – No, thank you. The offer has been heard and denied, pardon me”

He turned smartly on his heel, even the swish of his hair was condescending towards Thor, his king!, as he headed back up.

Alfar could only gape in horror, but Thor acted faster than he’d expected.

Loki only got two steps ahead before the King strode after him and grabbed his wrist, spinning him around till Loki faced him

“I don’t remember asking your permission” Thor snarled, yanking him close “and I do not remember you being given a choice”

Loki glared at him, no one had the audacity to and he wanted more of it.

“I’ll take this one for the night, Alfar” Thor announced, keeping him in place when Loki tried jolting away from him “expect a payment when I leave tomorrow”

Loki growled and pushed at him, but yelped a second later when he was thrown over Thor’s shoulder, one sturdy arm pinning him in place.

“Unhand me!” Loki shouted, kicking in his grip “Alfar! How dare you allow this!?”

Alfar said nothing, he watched in shock, watched Thor make his way upstairs, heard Loki’s cursing and shouting as he fought Thor with everything he had.

But the worst was the fear he saw in Loki’s eyes, past the anger and offense.

The boy was caught and there was nothing he could do – not against his King.

***

The door banged open under Thor’s kick as he was led by a staff member to the most luxurious room he had, then snapped shut and locked.

“I do hope you will forgive me” Thor said nonchalantly “But I fear I will not be able to rest till I have had you”

He threw Loki on the bed and the younger man backed away, sitting against the headboard. His eyes were wide and his heart raced in his chest. He watched as Thor unhooked his cape and tossed it carelessly aside, watched him focus those cold eyes on him and approach the bed.

He looked Loki over very deliberately, from his feet up to his face and smirked “At least twice”

Loki could hear his own breathing, frightened and broken, as Thor neared and he turned his head away when the man touched his jaw.

“Will you no longer insult me?” Thor asked “you were doing it so well before, Loki”

He could see the boy was trembling and though he liked scaring him, he wasn’t going to hurt this one. He was just going to give him the fright of his life.

“Come now” Thor teased, grasping his chin and turning his head so he could look into his eyes “Loki. You disappoint me. I hadn’t pegged you for someone who got scared.”

He moved between Loki’s thighs, making him open his legs to accommodate him and felt him press further back against the headboard, his eyes shining.

“Have you ever had anyone before?” Thor asked “by the way you tremble, I suspect not”

“And what?” Loki demanded “it makes you happy? Makes you want to ruin me more, does it not?”

“My, my” Thor smiled “You found your voice quickly, didn’t you?”

“I do not want this” Loki told him firmly “So let me go”

“No” Thor said, his voice cold and stern “I am King, your wants are nothing compared to mine”

Loki turned his head away, got out of his grip, but Thor grabbed his jaw again – harder this time.

“This will either go very nicely for you” Thor rasped into his ear “Or very unpleasantly – so decide now, Loki, what do you want?”

“I want to go home” Loki whined, his hand tight over Thor’s wrist “Let me go…”

“No” Thor smirked, moving closer

Loki whimpered, a sob escaped him as Thor forcibly pulled him lower, made him lay flat on the bed as he was caged under him. The man’s grip was hard, it was cruel to him and Loki pushed at his shoulders as the King of Asgard began to mouth at his skin, holding him down.

“Stop!” Loki’s feet dragged on the bed “King Thor, stop this!”

He couldn’t even turn his head away and tears stung his eyes as Thor continued, holding him down by the arms, keeping him where he wanted him to be.

“You’re a whore” Thor rasped against his neck “isn’t this what you do?”

“No, I’m not!” Loki gasped, pushing at his shoulders “Please!”

“Oh, I do love that word on your lips” Thor murmured against his throat “Say it again”

Loki sobbed, tears spilled from his eyes and he bucked, trying to get Thor off.

“No!” he protested when Thor’s hands tugged on his clothes “Stop!”

His head was tipped back, he couldn’t see anything except what Thor wanted him to but his hands pushed at Thor, trying to get him off.

“Please, stop it, please!” his voice broke “I don’t want you!”

Thor growled and pulled back, glaring at him “You protest too much!”

“And you refuse to listen!” Loki shoved away from him “I tell you I don’t want this and you keep going!”

He curled against the headboard glaring at him, his eyes filled with tears. He pulled his knees up and looked away, keeping as far from Thor as he could so he could fix himself.

Thor watched as Loki fixed his clothes and brushed his hair back, his hands shaking. He was afraid and Thor smirked.

“You would say no to your King?” Thor asked

“You’re not my King” Loki told him immediately “I was sent here, sold by my father from Jotunhiem, this is not my Kingdom”

Thor raised his brow “Your Jotun father sold you here? Why?”

“He has a debt to Alfar” he said “or rather had one – he spent more time than money here and couldn’t pay him. This was his solution, to sell his least wanted child here”

“Least favorite” Thor snickered, moving closer again “I wonder why”

Loki snapped his head away, turning from him when he caged him again “Don’t touch me!”

It did no good because he felt Thor’s fingers at his nape, pushing his hair back, then his mouth as he kissed his skin.

“How much is the debt?” Thor asked softly, moving his hair back so he could look at him “Hm?”

Loki was trying not to shake as he cowered, not looking at him “Ten thousand gold”

Thor smirked “Pocket change”

“For you” Loki breathed “for me it was my life”

Thor snickered and took Loki’s hand, pulling insistently when Loki tried to evade his grip.

“No” Loki whimpered, “No, no…”

A sob escaped him when Thor manhandled him back on the bed, only this time his feet were at the headboard and he lay flat on the mattress, no pillows to hide his face in.

And Thor loomed over him, watching his torment.

“I can pay it off” Thor brushed Loki’s hair off his forehead “For you”

Loki averted his gaze but whined when Thor grabbed his jaw again and made him look back.

“For a price”

Loki didn’t need to think too much on what the price was. He would go from being a whore to many to being a whore to one.

“I think you know what it is” Thor snickered, lowering his head to mouth at his long throat “you would live at the palace. Be mine and mine alone. No one else would touch you…”

He kissed his cheek “You would have anything you wanted, one word and it would be yours. Is that not better than being here?”

Loki tried not to cry.

What option did he have, really?

Thor was already planning his whole life out for him.

“I don’t have much choice then” he whispered miserably

“Of course you do” Thor snickered “stay here and let a thousand men between these long, sexy legs of yours … or let me rut my fingers into your cunny and make a deal with me”

Loki shuddered in revulsion at the vulgarity of his offer.

He hated it, he hated his situation and he hated Thor.

“I’m being more than generous, Loki” Thor rubbed up and down his thigh “You know this”

Swallowing heavily, Loki looked into his mercilessly cold blue eyes and took the only option Thor really gave him.

“Yes” he breathed

Thor beamed and pat his leg “Excellent…now fix yourself up and take those trousers off – I am impatient”

“Not yet” Loki said, recoiling when he saw Thor’s face darken “pay f-first”

“You don’t trust me?” Thor raised a brow

“Not at all” Loki told him “would you?”

That had Thor smirk “Wise”

To Loki’s shock, he moved back and stood, fixing his hair.

“I’ll make the payment” he said “you pack. The second he is done counting, we are going to the palace, is that clear?”

“Yes, my lord” Loki sat up, his gaze not lifting off the bed

“Good boy” Thor winked at him

He didn’t touch him before he left, which didn’t give Loki any relief. It would mean that Thor would take out his pent up frustration when they were alone at the palace.

He might be free from here, but he was stuck in a trap far crueler than this.

***

The palace was stunning

Loki had seen it many times from the outside but here, inside, it was so much better, so much more like a fairy tale, absolutely beautiful. The walls were rich, the floors were rich, everything was stunningly gorgeous, but he was allowed little to no time to see it.

There were guards on either side of him and a flutter of women behind them, all of them instructed to take care of Loki.

He knew what that meant. The women would make him pretty, the men would ensure he didn’t escape.

Not that he would try, this place was cool and comfortable.

Loki was taken to a harem.

It hadn’t been used in decades and he was the sole occupant, which was in a way, a compliment, but spoke much for his isolation.

There were two doors that opened, leading him into a stunningly large courtyard. Here, the marble was white, polished so much he might have been walking on pearls. It was cool, even through the soles of his boots and he wanted to walk barefoot upon it.

There was a pool, shallow, then going deeper, light blue and filled with crisp cool water, reflecting the skies up above. It was set into the marble, too, like something out of a book. There were caryatids of the three Norns pouring water into the pool, keeping it flowing and echoing the dull, soothing sound of flowing water everywhere.

It calmed even his nerves.

The sunlight didn’t hit this place directly, but there was a nice glow all around.

Across the pool were his living quarters and it was to these that Loki was taken to, the women’s excited squeaks and chittering around him.

They were the only ones allowed here – no man was.

Loki didn’t try talking to them, he didn’t think he could, but he allowed them to do what they wanted.

His rooms were just as stunning. He had a large bedchamber with a huge bed, the sheets soft even from where he stood. The room was cold and white, magnificent.

He was guided to the adjoining bathing chambers and Loki found those looking beautiful, too.

There was a large above ground pool which was accessed by two curving staircases, then further stood a shower, hidden behind block glass tiles, obscuring the vision of whoever was inside. He blushed at the image of himself in there and Thor stood watching from the large pool he was to bathe in.

“Clothes, sir” a woman twittered

Loki looked at her and nodded, shrugging off his clothes for her to take. They even took his boots. He was ushered into the bath and they got to work.

They washed his hair with clean, sweet smelling shampoos while he himself bathed with scented soaps. Even in his state, he had to admit they smelled divine and he luxuriated. After he was done with his bath, they trimmed his hair, filed his nails and gave him fresh new clothes to wear. They were all loose and flowy, allowing easy movement and once Loki was dressed, he was glad of it.

He always felt too hot here.

The women did what they were told to, cleaned up then left without a word, leaving him alone.

And for the first few minutes after his departure, Loki was tense, fearing Thor was going to stride in, haul him to the bed and get what he wanted.

But one breath passed after another and soon enough, Loki was calmer, eager to explore his new home. He was alone and he decided to lounge on one of the long divans in the beautiful lawns he had. He walked barefoot onto the grass, smelled the flowers, played with the small fountain placed there then lay on the divan.

All he missed, truly, was a good book.

Then this would be perfect.

His clothes smelled heavenly and the divan was soft, so Loki spent his hours there, watching the skies change from a golden glow to red, to navy blue.

It relaxed him, seeing the stars peek out, watching the birds fly above or hear the occasional voice from beyond the walls.

The serenity was undeniable, Loki liked it. He lay his head down and closed his eyes a moment, listening to it all as he replayed the sunset behind his eyelids.

***

Something clicked above him and he opened his eyes, freezing when he saw a very familiar pair of shoulders and a blonde head above him.

Loki gasped and sat up, moving away from Thor as the King snickered.

“Enjoying your new harem?” Thor asked

He was not in armor, he was in a casual red tunic and soft looking leggings, his feet encased in a pair of royal looking slippers. But Loki could see the outline of a dagger at his hip and it made him nervous. He clutched at his collar, unable to look at Thor in the eye.

He focused somewhere on his large shoulder instead.

“It’s beautiful” Loki whispered

“It’s more than that” Thor took a step closer and sat next to him, smiling when Loki tensed “you didn’t think I forgot our deal, did you?”

Loki shook his head “No, Sir”

“Sir?” Thor grinned “how respectful of you”

Loki made no comment, but stayed very still when Thor slid closer. He felt his large hand reach up to tug at his sleeve, exposing his shoulder.

Immediately, Thor set his mouth on Loki’s skin, kissing there, his hands placed on either side of Loki’s hips.

“I haven’t had dinner” Thor breathed against Loki’s collarbone “have you?”

Loki was tense, shivering as Thor touched him and gulped “No”

“Then have it with me” Thor smiled, pulling away from him “then we can get to bed”

Loki nodded, his hand going to fix his tunic. But he startled when Thor grabbed his wrist and pulled the sleeve again, exposing his shoulder.

“Leave it like that” Thor pulled him up “I like it”

His face heated up with shame but Loki nodded.

Yes, anything Thor wanted

He’d bought him, after all.

As it turned out, there were servants about. Thor called to one of them and ordered them to serve him dinner here, with his newly acquired concubine. He kept a possessive hand at Loki’s hip, kept him pressed against him and Loki let him. He felt those arms snake around him, felt his beard prickle his skin when he kissed his neck and he allowed it.

Thor showed him around while the servants worked and surprised Loki when he slipped his hand to his, twining their fingers. He didn’t touch him otherwise, pulled him from place to place, showing off the beauty of the harem.

“Can you guess where the marble is from?” Thor asked as they circled the pool.

Loki looked at it and shook his head “No, sir”

Thor smirked and Loki was surprised how handsome he looked right then.

“Alfhiem” Thor said “these tiles are enchanted to keep this place comfortable. In winter, they turn warm if you wish”

He pulled Loki ahead, to the caryatids.

“I will give you three gold coins if you name these norns” Thor challenged.

Oh, the brute thought him stupid, did he?

Loki knew their names, but before he spoke, he cocked his head to the side.

“I do not want coins”

“Oh?” Thor turned to face him “what do you want? A house?”

“No” Loki smiled, just a little “If I guess them right, you will jump into this pool full clothed”

Thor blinked “Pardon? You want me to jump in the pool if you guess them?”

He snorted in laughter and shook his head

Thor grinned at Loki “You don’t know any, Jotun, so yes, I will jump in if you manage to guess their names and meaning correctly”

Oh, he upped the deal, Loki almost laughed.

Almost

“Well” Loki peeked around the first Norn statue “This is Urðr, the Norn goddess of What Once Was, that is Verðandi, goddess of What Is Coming into Being and the last one is Skuld, What Shall Be”

He turned to Thor with a smile on his face “Norns of past, present and future, my lord”

If he expected Thor to be pleased or amused, he was far from it. In fact, as he watched, Thor’s grin fell off his face and the over confident look turned to surprise, then out right anger at the fact that this Jotun, this brat knew their culture.

Loki’s own smile faded into cautiousness and he lowered his gaze when Thor scoffed.

“You probably cheated” Thor told him “How could you possibly know about the Norns. You Jotuns only know your primitive gods, nothing else.”

Loki kept his mouth shut, he should have known Thor’s pride wouldn’t take the defeat well. There was much he could say, but he didn’t.

And that seemed to anger Thor more.

The mood was ruined, Loki had to behave. He stayed silent the entire time they had dinner and Thor got more and more pissed off.

It scared Loki, he wouldn’t lie – he knew what Thor wanted and he didn’t want his first time to hurt.

The servants picked up on the King’s mood as well, choosing to stay quiet and get their work done with as quickly as possible.

Loki envied them.

They would get to leave, he on the other hand sold himself into Thor’s clutches.

He barely tasted the dessert placed before them, it was no doubt delicious, but all he was aware of was Thor’s gaze on him and the anger he saw in his eyes.

The second Loki set his spoon down, Thor’s voice rumbled in command.

“Go to the bedroom” he ordered “undress and get into bed”

Loki’s entire body went cold but he nodded “Yes, my lord”

He stood carefully, keeping his shaking to a minimum as he made his way to the bedroom.

He closed the door after him with finality but heard Thor get up and get himself a drink.

Loki prayed to his gods and to the Norns then, that he survive this night.

***

He didn’t know how long he waited where he was.

The sheets, which had been cool beneath his bare skin were now warmed. The thin blanket he forced himself to hold to his chin was still cool, letting in the chill this room, this marble was designed to give. His heart still pounded hard, however, his eyes darted to the door nervously at every noise, every click, every thud.

For a few minutes, he had thought Thor was asleep, that he’d drunk himself into a slumber, but a while ago, he heard him move about, heard his heavy steps walk past his door, the clinking of glass echoing afterwards.

Loki wanted to sleep, but if he did, he feared Thor’s reaction if he did.

All he could do, was wait.

And hope…he didn’t want to get hurt, he was so worried about that.

The doors banged open and Loki startled, sitting up sharply when Thor walked in, his gait confident. His eyes were glued to Loki and even from where he was, Loki saw the desire within them.

“There you are” Thor rumbled, his smile lecherous “I thought you would have escaped”

Loki gulped loudly, watching him stride closer. He was drunk, but he handled his drink well. It did nothing for Loki as he neared him, crawling onto his large bed.

“No, no” Thor smirked, grabbing the sheet “I said bare, no sheets allowed”

He tugged at it, Loki held on long enough to get a glare from Thor, then let it fall off. And Thor slipped it off him slowly.

“Odin’s beard…” Thor whispered, licking his lips “what a treasure you are…”

His eyes went over Loki’s bare body, from his toes, up his long legs, where Loki had crossed them, to his torso, which he was trying to hide behind his arms and the face he’d turned away.

The King clicked his tongue “No, no, look at me, darling… I want you to see me appreciate you”

He crawled over him, his pants tight with desire, and tipped Loki’s face to him, looking into his eyes.

“You’re beautiful” Thor commented “such pretty eyes, such soft skin…”

He ran his knuckles down Loki’s cheek, his neck, then lower till he grasped his forearm and moved it off.

“I want to see all of you” he ordered “open up”

Loki didn’t say a word, bit back on the pleas and let him look, even gathering the courage to spread his legs when Thor pushed a hand between his thighs and applied pressure to move it.

And Thor’s breath caught.

His eyes were on Loki’s plump sex, right there, ripe for him.

“What man wouldn’t want this in a lover” Thor said, reaching down to stroke Loki’s slit with his fingers

A whimper escaped Loki and his legs twitched in response.

Thor smiled “Remember our deal”

Loki swallowed thickly and nodded “I do”

“Good” Thor placed his hands on either side of Loki’s hips and leaned forward “Kiss me”

It was a command, softer than before, but still an order.

And Loki set his hands on his shoulders, pulled himself closer and kissed him.

Thor groaned and moved closer, balancing himself on one hand to slide the other around Loki’s waist and press them together.

No, Loki gasped as he realized he was pulling Loki down, on the bed.

He tightened his grip around Thor, as though it would postpone the inevitable, but Thor didn’t seem to notice, so busy was he in kissing him. He groaned and ran his mouth down his jaw, his neck, bent over him with Loki’s legs on either side of him.

Loki had his hands on his shoulders, his gaze on the ceiling as he tried not to panic, especially when one of his large hands went lower and lower…

“Ah!” Loki gasped when Thor touched his folds, none too gently “Stop!”

Thor did, but not because Loki told him to, his face turned angry as he glared at him

“What?” he hissed

Loki looked at him, his eyes wide “I h-haven’t done any of this before…please…do it but do it slowly, I don’t want it to hurt”

Thor raised a brow “You want me to be worried about your pleasure, whore?”

Loki shook his head “No, but I also don’t want you to hurt me”

Thor hummed as he pretended to consider it “Very well, then. I will go as slow as I can”

He pulled his hand back and Loki tried not to wince when he began to press two fingers flat against his female channel and rub it up and down. It wasn’t something Loki would have done, but it was better than the way Thor had been prodding him earlier.

He stayed still as Thor mouthed down his neck and kissed him when he wanted, his hand kept on with its ministrations and Loki pretended to feel excited.

But his body didn’t lie and soon, Thor noticed.

“Is this not enough for you?” he demanded, startling Loki “Hm?”

“I…” Loki was lost for words “it’s just … strange”

“Do you want me to jam them in there?” Thor asked

“No!” Loki gasped sharply, tensing “I just … I’m not … comfortable”

“What will make you comfortable then?” Thor asked “serenades and poetry?”

“No” Loki whispered “just … patience. You can be careless, but I will be the one to heal what you do to me”

“I’m not a savage”

“To me, that statement is untrue” Loki told him

Thor groaned in frustration and Loki saw him fist his hands in the sheets before he looked back up at him.

“I am not accustomed to this” Thor told him, levering himself up over him “nor do I want to be. Turn around”

Loki’s blood turned cold “No, I’m sorry, my lord…”

“I said” Thor hissed “Turn around. On your front, now”

Trying not to sob, Loki did as he was asked, laying on his front with his arms trapped under him. He  was shaking, but Thor didn’t seem to mind as he openly looked at his rear once he lifted it and made Loki present himself.

“There you are….”

And with that, he lowered his head and licked a long stripe up Loki’s sweet, tight cunt and took all thought from Loki’s head.

***

Whatever he was going to say was taken from his lips when Thor dipped his head and licked a long stripe up between his legs.

He was just as naked as Loki was, sitting behind him, his hands holding Loki’s legs apart, his erection leaking and already desperate. His mouth was buried in Loki’s quim and his jaw moved as he sucked and licked him out, reveling in his vulgar, loud noises.

“Ah!” Loki gasped, his eyes squeezed shut and he twitched in response to the hot white spasms of pleasure rocked up his spine “Norns!”

His fingers tightened on the sheets he was laid upon and his back arched up in pleasure when Thor did it again. It was the reaction that Thor had clearly wanted because Loki could see him smile and lick his lips before he went back to work.

He does it again, then again and again, each stroke bolder than the last, smiling in victory when he felt Loki grind against the bedding beneath him, for all his protests, enjoying this treatment – he was wet from it. Loki squirmed on the sheets, his body slowly going hot and his panting increasing as Thor licked deeper and deeper his large hands digging into his bottom, leaving indents that would likely haunt him for a long time.

Loki kept his voice low, muffled it within the sheets so he didn’t give this King the satisfaction of knowing he was enjoying this. That his devious behavior was anything other than blatant force, used on an unwilling body.

And yet, yet his own body betrayed him as his flushed face, his wet pants and the way he ground his hips on the bed gave the indication of the complete opposite.

Loki was enjoying this and emboldened, Thor continued. He began to lick Loki in earnest, pressing his mouth firmly between those trembling, slick cunt lips, his beard prickled and rubbed against Loki’s sensitive flesh. His released one of Loki’s cheeks to slip a hand beneath him, to rub at his achingly wet cock while he lapped at his chosen target, groaning and growling in response to every little gasp and cry that escaped Loki’s lips.

He was biting on his lower lip now, his lust beyond his control.

Thor’s tongue was hot and wet, evil as it elicited pleasured gasp after pleasured gasp from the whore. He was eager and suckled on the flesh between Loki’s legs while his hand  squeezed and stroked the member he held between his fingers.

“Th-Thor…” Loki gasped, asking him to stop – or at least trying.

Those ministrations knocked all sense from him and Loki clenched around his tongue, hearing the rumbling laughter all the way through his body. Loki could never fathom this feeling this good and he bucked back against Thor’s opened mouth, his tongue, whimpering in a way he would deny for the rest of his days.

Thor said nothing, he continued, smiling as Loki started to writhe and buck.

Loki’s moaning got loud after a while, echoing off the walls of the room and daring Thor to go deeper with his tongue, prodding at him, licking him, while his hand continued to stroke him in an assault that had him cry out and gasp. He kept him there, right where he wanted and continued to take his pleasure from him, touching him, licking him, eating him out in such passion that Loki was gasping for breath, unable to gain coherence.

Then Thor stopped.

“No!” Loki shouted, on edge, his body on fire “Please!”

He bucked his hips, trying to find his tongue again but Thor had moved back. He felt despair at not finding him there and whined in loss, but Thor did not leave him wanting.

He flipped him on his back and looked at the mess he’d made of him before he shoved his legs open and pushed two fingers deep into his entrance.

Loki sobbed, his back arched off the bed and he clenched around those fingers, feeling them curl in a way that made him see stars

“Oh Norns above!” Loki gasped.

Without a word said, Thor lowered his head to take Loki’s length into his mouth and continued the assault on his senses. He laved at it with his tongue in the most punishing way and Loki’s hand raked through his blonde hair as he lay there, twisting in response to what Thor was doing to him.

“Please!” Loki begged, wrecked and gasping “Thor, please!”

He could see stars behind his eyes, he couldn’t take any more, he couldn’t muffle his voice and lie to himself because he loved this. He loved this feeling!

The pleasure is unbelievable – Thor did not let him go until Loki sobbed out his name, he held him in place by his hips, drinking in his release and licking his shaft, his fingers continuously pressing that spot that had Loki curl his toes and cry enough to leave tear stains on his cheeks.

Getting what he wanted, Thor gave Loki no time and yanked him closer, forced himself between his thighs, which glistened with perspiration and trembled with desire. His fingers were still inside and Loki whined, an arm thrown over his eyes as he panted.

“Once more” Thor ordered “You will come once more”

Loki shook his head “No, I can’t! I can’t!”

“You will” Thor told him, rubbing inside him again.

Loki fit him like a glove and he couldn’t wait to fuck him properly. He bucked his hips and cried so prettily Thor knew he had to have him.

He spread his fingers inside and Loki wailed, slick and already dripping.

“Look at yourself” Thor taunted “You’re wrecked already”

Loki sobbed in response and Thor went on, three fingers deep inside him, touching him, prodding him, playing him the way he wanted until Loki came again, gushing over his hand, his voice sharp in the rooms.

Thor was mesmerized by it and waited until Loki was spent, then moved over him.

He saw him tense and smiled

“Relax” he said “I’m rubbing up against your thigh – watching you was very arousing”

Loki only whimpered and took the kisses Thor gave him as he ground against his thigh, biting and kissing Loki, wiping the tears from his eyes, his cheeks…

When he came, it wasn’t as good as Loki’s release, but he knew he would have many, many more chances with his new toy.

Thor lay down next to Loki, his bare body glistening in the dim light, then pulled the Jotun closer.

“Sleep” he ordered, setting his head down on a pillow “I need you fresh tomorrow”

Loki didn’t have the energy to argue, so he let Thor hold him and closed his eyes, feeling his slick between his thighs and Thor’s hand lightly drawing patterns on his back.