The Blue Rose 'Chapter 6
You have to let Thor touch you tonight.
Frigga's honey-suckle voice replayed in his head like an overdose of sweetness, too sweet for him to digest. When the Queen first disclosed this "sacred" tradition, Loki almost stumbled back and fell. He looked at the woman with wide, petrified eyes, and the queen simply assured him, giving him words of confidence and wisdom.
You have to let Thor touch you.
Loki might be untouched, but he was not naïve. He knew what the Queen meant. Tonight. Tonight? So shortly? And he didn't have a say in it? Even if it was his body which was going to be defiled?
He hugged his knees, ducking his head in his lap. He was in Thor's -their bedroom, sitting on the window frame, one side of his body pressed into the glass. He felt so defeated, he felt the need to cry out of exasperation, and maybe punch somebody in the face, both at the same time.
Maybe he could use an enchantment; create a doppelganger, an illusion? But what if Thor figured out his sorcery? No. The stakes were too high. The Asgardian Prince would be outraged, and the tempest would rain on no one but him. He couldn't risk that. He couldn't risk his life.
But.
How could he let someone take away his chastity like this? He relaxed, leaning onto the wall. He looked out of the window. The snowing had stopped, and the skies had cleared, making way for the billions of stars to peek out and pay their homage to the Aesirs. Loki looked at them, eyes still dazzled. They were so many, so beautiful, and so free. He wanted to have a better look, be closer to them.
Be free like them.
But then reality hit him, and he realized the gilded prison that was surrounding him, suffocating him.
He didn't want to admit, but he knew he was -afraid. He had read about the brutality men reached at their highest. How rough they could be. And Thor, he looked like a strong man. Loki swallowed; shuddering to even think about how violent Thor could be in bed.
And Loki had never done this before. Would it not hurt? Oh, it would hurt bad, so bad, that he might not be able to take it. Would Thor break him apart?
He sighed, longing to go back to his frozen sanctuary. Away to his books, and solitude; where no one would bother him.
The opening of the door broke into his thoughts, and caught his attention. Loki felt his heart beat increase, felt his breathing pick up pace. Oh, Thor was here already.
Thor stepped into the room, dismissing his chamberlains, and closing the doors. The banquet was finally over, and he was tired, entertaining so many guests. But there was one custom still left to complete. He turned to the room, lit dimly with candles, giving a pious, golden glow to the atmosphere.
He walked deeper into the elegant room, towards where Loki was standing. The Jotun prince was wearing a robe, laced with pure white fur, which exposed his smooth throat, all the way down to the shoulders. His hair was still wet from the shower, and a few drops trickled down onto his collarbones, moving sensually all the way into his robes, obscuring Thor's vision. This part of the room was not lit by the golden flames from the candles, but with the silver moonlight, flowing into the privacy from the windows. Loki seemed to glow in the white shadow, standing beside the windows like this.
Loki must be aware about the Asgardian tradition of laying with one's spouse on the night of the wedding, because he looked away as soon as Thor's eyes met his, a wild blush appearing on his face. Thor could see his chest rising and falling heavily, and he moved closer.
He walked in on Loki till the Jotun prince pushed back into the wall, Thor's body caging him from all sides. The Asgardian flattened his palms on the wall on either side of Loki's head.
"You-" Thor breathed, face merely breaths apart from Loki's. "You're beautiful, my prince," he whispered, kissing the shell of Loki's ear. A flash of lightning lit up the whole room as soon as his lips touched the cool skin. They trailed down the azure throat, all the way down, to the collar bone, leaving tender, butterfly kisses on its way, and a strong thunder colored the silence of the night. He moved to the center of Loki's spine, tongue dipping into the hollow to Loki's throat. He could feel his husband's pulse, going vivid at the moment.
Loki threw his head back, hitting the wall, clenching his eyes shut. This gave Thor an opportunity to kiss all the way up the throat, and trace the delicate jaw line, his lips devouring the exotic taste, hands moving to cup Loki's face. Slowly, his lips found way to their destination, gently touching Loki's, sending a spark down both their bodies.
Fire. His body was on fire, Loki knew that. Thor's lips seemed to be made of pure energy, igniting his body with each of the tender touches. He couldn't breathe, everything was so hot.
Thor felt two palms clenching the robe at his torso, and opened his eyes, moving away from Loki. Something did not feel right.
Loki's body was tensed; a small frown on his face, eyes clenched shut, even if his face was painted scarlet.
"Eyes." Thor said, voice breathless. "Your eyes, open them." He let go of the pale face in his hands, and brought them down to hold his prince by the shoulders. A small shudder travelled down the slender body as soon as Thor touched his skin.
Slowly, very slowly, Loki opened his eyes. He did not look Thor in the eyes, he knew he wouldn't be able to bear the intensity in the sapphire eyes. He wished that Thor would quickly finish the -the mating; it was very difficult to withstand this slow journey. He might have endured the rough coition, but this gentleness, this tenderness; this was as if Thor had planned to take him apart breath by breath. He felt like his knees would give away. Like, his heart would tear a whole in his chest with such hard beating.
But then Thor slipped one finger under his chin and lifted his face up, forcing him to gaze into the blue pools.
With what Thor saw, his eyes narrowed with confusion. Loki's eyes were wild, his cheeks red, and his lips partly open, his breath caressing Thor's lips. But there was this emotion in his eyes, which Thor recognized as fear. Panic.
Why would he- oh! Then it hit Thor. Of course. When Thor was the one to steal Loki's first kiss, surely Loki hadn't bedded yet.
Thor moved a step away, and placed his hand on the glass, looking into the sky. A soft rumbling from the clouds filled the silent atmosphere. Thor heaved a sigh, a small smile touching his lips. Then he looked at Loki, who was looking back at him curiously.
"Am I the first one…to touch you like this?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper. Loki diverted his eyes, his head bowing with embarrassment. He gave a small nod.
Of course he wasn't ready for this, Thor realized. He could feel that Loki was pushing himself, his body, to Thor. He didn't want that. He didn't want to hurt his prince in any way. Not this way especially. He didn't want to force him into anything.
He wanted their first time to be special, beautiful. He wanted Loki to remember his first as a fantasy, a wild dream, not as a forceful nightmare.
"Not this way," Thor said, and Loki's eyes snapped to his. "We do this when you want to. Is that alright?" He gently asked. Loki however was too surprised to answer.
"Bed yourself, prince. You must be tired from the journey and the banquet." Thor said, gently pulling Loki to the bed. "Today was a hard day, was it not?" He asked, putting out all of the candles one by one. "Sleep, prince," he said, finally slipping into the covers.
Loki stayed awake for a long time, lying very still and listening to Thor's shallow breathing. So Thor did not take him? Why? Was something wrong with him? Maybe it was.
But right now, Loki couldn't bring himself to care. His breathing relaxed, and his heart felt so light! It was, as if a heavy burden had been crushing his soul, and Thor had simply pulled him away from the pressure. But what about the sacred custom? How could Thor break his ancestral rules?
He turned to face his husband, and saw him looking back with bright, piercing eyes that shone, even in the darkness.
"What is it?" Thor asked quietly. Loki shook his head, looking away. But he wanted to ask about what the queen had said, and he looked into his eyes again.
"Are you thinking about the ritual?" Thor asked. Loki was taken aback; could the Aesir prince read minds? But he nodded nonetheless.
"Nah. Worry not." Thor shook his head, carelessness slipping into his voice. "We could break one or two rules, right? No one has to know." He winked.
This small gesture itself did something to Loki. That strange bubbling had returned back to his chest. He closed his eyes, feeling contentment.
Thor looked at him and smiled. Finally he allowed himself to slip into the oblivion of sleep.
After a few moments, Loki opened his eyes. He couldn't sleep; he felt restless. Everything was so new! He couldn't adjust. He couldn't relax enough to let sleep drug his body. He stared at Thor's sleeping form, his chest rising and falling periodically. He looked at the ceiling, the moonlight casting enigmatic shadows on the elegant patterns.
He was tired, but he was edgy as well. This was uncomfortable and distracting.
But then Thor's finger's snaked to his palm, and he entwined them together. Loki wasn't sure whether Thor was awake or not. But some why, his body relaxed. Thor's palm was a calming, warm sensation, and Loki felt that Thor had not held his fingers, but his heart in his grasp.
He closed his eyes, finally letting sleep take over his tired body, and mind.
A/N- Mwahahahaha! I know, I know, you all must be wondering, where's the smut? Where's the smut? But you have to be patient, just like Thor. Just because I'm eviiiiiiil, and I love torturing. Muahahahaha!
No, just kidding. Poor Loki is scared. Give him time to adjust, you pervy stalkers… They will "unite" soon. And it'll be hot. Very hot. Because Thorki.
Okay fine, I'll go to bed now. Happy mom? -Its just two at night, and I feel ALIVE- ...What, who said that? Teehee.
Frigga's honey-suckle voice replayed in his head like an overdose of sweetness, too sweet for him to digest. When the Queen first disclosed this "sacred" tradition, Loki almost stumbled back and fell. He looked at the woman with wide, petrified eyes, and the queen simply assured him, giving him words of confidence and wisdom.
You have to let Thor touch you.
Loki might be untouched, but he was not naïve. He knew what the Queen meant. Tonight. Tonight? So shortly? And he didn't have a say in it? Even if it was his body which was going to be defiled?
He hugged his knees, ducking his head in his lap. He was in Thor's -their bedroom, sitting on the window frame, one side of his body pressed into the glass. He felt so defeated, he felt the need to cry out of exasperation, and maybe punch somebody in the face, both at the same time.
Maybe he could use an enchantment; create a doppelganger, an illusion? But what if Thor figured out his sorcery? No. The stakes were too high. The Asgardian Prince would be outraged, and the tempest would rain on no one but him. He couldn't risk that. He couldn't risk his life.
But.
How could he let someone take away his chastity like this? He relaxed, leaning onto the wall. He looked out of the window. The snowing had stopped, and the skies had cleared, making way for the billions of stars to peek out and pay their homage to the Aesirs. Loki looked at them, eyes still dazzled. They were so many, so beautiful, and so free. He wanted to have a better look, be closer to them.
Be free like them.
But then reality hit him, and he realized the gilded prison that was surrounding him, suffocating him.
He didn't want to admit, but he knew he was -afraid. He had read about the brutality men reached at their highest. How rough they could be. And Thor, he looked like a strong man. Loki swallowed; shuddering to even think about how violent Thor could be in bed.
And Loki had never done this before. Would it not hurt? Oh, it would hurt bad, so bad, that he might not be able to take it. Would Thor break him apart?
He sighed, longing to go back to his frozen sanctuary. Away to his books, and solitude; where no one would bother him.
The opening of the door broke into his thoughts, and caught his attention. Loki felt his heart beat increase, felt his breathing pick up pace. Oh, Thor was here already.
Thor stepped into the room, dismissing his chamberlains, and closing the doors. The banquet was finally over, and he was tired, entertaining so many guests. But there was one custom still left to complete. He turned to the room, lit dimly with candles, giving a pious, golden glow to the atmosphere.
He walked deeper into the elegant room, towards where Loki was standing. The Jotun prince was wearing a robe, laced with pure white fur, which exposed his smooth throat, all the way down to the shoulders. His hair was still wet from the shower, and a few drops trickled down onto his collarbones, moving sensually all the way into his robes, obscuring Thor's vision. This part of the room was not lit by the golden flames from the candles, but with the silver moonlight, flowing into the privacy from the windows. Loki seemed to glow in the white shadow, standing beside the windows like this.
Loki must be aware about the Asgardian tradition of laying with one's spouse on the night of the wedding, because he looked away as soon as Thor's eyes met his, a wild blush appearing on his face. Thor could see his chest rising and falling heavily, and he moved closer.
He walked in on Loki till the Jotun prince pushed back into the wall, Thor's body caging him from all sides. The Asgardian flattened his palms on the wall on either side of Loki's head.
"You-" Thor breathed, face merely breaths apart from Loki's. "You're beautiful, my prince," he whispered, kissing the shell of Loki's ear. A flash of lightning lit up the whole room as soon as his lips touched the cool skin. They trailed down the azure throat, all the way down, to the collar bone, leaving tender, butterfly kisses on its way, and a strong thunder colored the silence of the night. He moved to the center of Loki's spine, tongue dipping into the hollow to Loki's throat. He could feel his husband's pulse, going vivid at the moment.
Loki threw his head back, hitting the wall, clenching his eyes shut. This gave Thor an opportunity to kiss all the way up the throat, and trace the delicate jaw line, his lips devouring the exotic taste, hands moving to cup Loki's face. Slowly, his lips found way to their destination, gently touching Loki's, sending a spark down both their bodies.
Fire. His body was on fire, Loki knew that. Thor's lips seemed to be made of pure energy, igniting his body with each of the tender touches. He couldn't breathe, everything was so hot.
Thor felt two palms clenching the robe at his torso, and opened his eyes, moving away from Loki. Something did not feel right.
Loki's body was tensed; a small frown on his face, eyes clenched shut, even if his face was painted scarlet.
"Eyes." Thor said, voice breathless. "Your eyes, open them." He let go of the pale face in his hands, and brought them down to hold his prince by the shoulders. A small shudder travelled down the slender body as soon as Thor touched his skin.
Slowly, very slowly, Loki opened his eyes. He did not look Thor in the eyes, he knew he wouldn't be able to bear the intensity in the sapphire eyes. He wished that Thor would quickly finish the -the mating; it was very difficult to withstand this slow journey. He might have endured the rough coition, but this gentleness, this tenderness; this was as if Thor had planned to take him apart breath by breath. He felt like his knees would give away. Like, his heart would tear a whole in his chest with such hard beating.
But then Thor slipped one finger under his chin and lifted his face up, forcing him to gaze into the blue pools.
With what Thor saw, his eyes narrowed with confusion. Loki's eyes were wild, his cheeks red, and his lips partly open, his breath caressing Thor's lips. But there was this emotion in his eyes, which Thor recognized as fear. Panic.
Why would he- oh! Then it hit Thor. Of course. When Thor was the one to steal Loki's first kiss, surely Loki hadn't bedded yet.
Thor moved a step away, and placed his hand on the glass, looking into the sky. A soft rumbling from the clouds filled the silent atmosphere. Thor heaved a sigh, a small smile touching his lips. Then he looked at Loki, who was looking back at him curiously.
"Am I the first one…to touch you like this?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper. Loki diverted his eyes, his head bowing with embarrassment. He gave a small nod.
Of course he wasn't ready for this, Thor realized. He could feel that Loki was pushing himself, his body, to Thor. He didn't want that. He didn't want to hurt his prince in any way. Not this way especially. He didn't want to force him into anything.
He wanted their first time to be special, beautiful. He wanted Loki to remember his first as a fantasy, a wild dream, not as a forceful nightmare.
"Not this way," Thor said, and Loki's eyes snapped to his. "We do this when you want to. Is that alright?" He gently asked. Loki however was too surprised to answer.
"Bed yourself, prince. You must be tired from the journey and the banquet." Thor said, gently pulling Loki to the bed. "Today was a hard day, was it not?" He asked, putting out all of the candles one by one. "Sleep, prince," he said, finally slipping into the covers.
Loki stayed awake for a long time, lying very still and listening to Thor's shallow breathing. So Thor did not take him? Why? Was something wrong with him? Maybe it was.
But right now, Loki couldn't bring himself to care. His breathing relaxed, and his heart felt so light! It was, as if a heavy burden had been crushing his soul, and Thor had simply pulled him away from the pressure. But what about the sacred custom? How could Thor break his ancestral rules?
He turned to face his husband, and saw him looking back with bright, piercing eyes that shone, even in the darkness.
"What is it?" Thor asked quietly. Loki shook his head, looking away. But he wanted to ask about what the queen had said, and he looked into his eyes again.
"Are you thinking about the ritual?" Thor asked. Loki was taken aback; could the Aesir prince read minds? But he nodded nonetheless.
"Nah. Worry not." Thor shook his head, carelessness slipping into his voice. "We could break one or two rules, right? No one has to know." He winked.
This small gesture itself did something to Loki. That strange bubbling had returned back to his chest. He closed his eyes, feeling contentment.
Thor looked at him and smiled. Finally he allowed himself to slip into the oblivion of sleep.
After a few moments, Loki opened his eyes. He couldn't sleep; he felt restless. Everything was so new! He couldn't adjust. He couldn't relax enough to let sleep drug his body. He stared at Thor's sleeping form, his chest rising and falling periodically. He looked at the ceiling, the moonlight casting enigmatic shadows on the elegant patterns.
He was tired, but he was edgy as well. This was uncomfortable and distracting.
But then Thor's finger's snaked to his palm, and he entwined them together. Loki wasn't sure whether Thor was awake or not. But some why, his body relaxed. Thor's palm was a calming, warm sensation, and Loki felt that Thor had not held his fingers, but his heart in his grasp.
He closed his eyes, finally letting sleep take over his tired body, and mind.
A/N- Mwahahahaha! I know, I know, you all must be wondering, where's the smut? Where's the smut? But you have to be patient, just like Thor. Just because I'm eviiiiiiil, and I love torturing. Muahahahaha!
No, just kidding. Poor Loki is scared. Give him time to adjust, you pervy stalkers… They will "unite" soon. And it'll be hot. Very hot. Because Thorki.
Okay fine, I'll go to bed now. Happy mom? -Its just two at night, and I feel ALIVE- ...What, who said that? Teehee.