Fic: In a Mirror, Darkly; Thor/Loki, top!Loki
Title: In a Mirror, Darkly
Author: ginger_maya
Rating: ADULT
Warnings: dubcon
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor and I make no money out of writing this.
A/N: So I finally decided to jump on the "Loki's king and he has made Thor his pet. Forceful oral sex in the throne room ensues." bandwagon.
The throne room was suitably grandiose - large and opulent - oddly reminiscent of the Allfather’s back in Asgard, though while that hall had been well-lit and richly decorated in red and gold, warm and welcoming, Loki’s throne room was dark and covered in black and silver and green, the air cool and stale, it was more of a tomb than a place of celebration. The throne itself - a monstrosity of a chair carved from a single piece of black quarts - was set on a tall, wide dais. Loki himself was perched on it like an overgrown raven, dressed in black and green, one graceful hand casually wrapped around the Staff carrying the Cosmic Cube at its top - it too was oddly reminiscent of Gungnir, but just like this throne room it was warped, like the reflection in a dark, crooked mirror.
They stared at each other for several long, tense moments until finally Loki lifted his free hand and beckoned him to come closer. Thor moved, each step unhurried, his head held high and shoulders squared. It was empty bravado and they both knew it - as he came closer Thor could see the malicious amusement in those glittering green eyes, so cold now, so full of shadows.
When he finally reached the bottom of the dais, the creature at the top, for it was a creature wearing his brother’s face, but which had very little left of that brother in him, gave Thor a thin, razor-sharp smile with a hint of teeth in it, though Thor noticed that the hand around the staff tightened.
“I had no doubt that you would come, Thor.” Loki said, the name rolling off his tongue like poisoned honey. Thor bristled, but made no comment on it. It was wise not to provoke Loki into doing more violence, and Thor had learned wisdom since that fateful moment when his father cast him out of Asgard.
“I have come…” he began, voice even and calm, loud enough to remind Loki he was no cowering mortal “…to offer you Midgard’s complete capitulation.”
Loki gave him another smile, wider this time, teeth flashing like that of a snarling wolf.
“And yours.” He added coolly.
For the first time since his arrival Thor could not contain his despair. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath to steel himself before he spoke again.
“And mine.” Thor agreed. His voice did not break.
He reached over his shoulders and unclasped the crimson cape, letting it fall to the polished black floor, then removed the seals of his power and his status. He could feel it, his might ebbing, like water slipping through spread fingers. Long ago, when Odin had done that to him to punish him it had hurt, immensely so, because his power was forcefully ripped away from him, but now the sensation was far gentler, for this was a willing sacrifice, though it was no less final. Thor decided he missed the pain.
Silently, he placed the regalia at Loki’s feet then slowly slid down to his knees.
“I pledge myself to you, Loki Laufeyson.” He began, the name of Loki’s sire feeling like a razor dragged across his tongue. “My power, my life, my soul, yours to do as you please with them and yours to command, in exchange for your promise. “ Thor paused here, looking up into the glittering green eyes, still so cool, still so seemingly unaffected by his actions. “The promise not to remain here on Midgard, to never leave it, to never attempt to conquer other worlds.”
It was a big promise and Thor hadn’t been sure Loki would even agree. With the Cosmic Cube in his hands and an army behind him his brother could challenge even Asgard and Thor was quite sure he wasn’t worth nearly as much.
Still, Loki smiled and spoke, his voice surprisingly solemn:
“I promise.”
He was a liar, the greatest one that had ever lived, Thor knew that, but some things not even Loki’s ability to lie could affect. Thor could feel the power of that promise settle in his very bones and was sure Loki could feel the same. An attempt to break it - by either of them - would have very dire consequences.
Thor remained on his knees while waiting for Loki to say something, to give him an order, or to simply take his life. He had made his peace with that decision, having reached the conclusion that the safety of the Nine Realms was far more important than any individual life, even that of Thor Odinson’s.
Loki’s sudden command brought him out of his reverie:
“Thor!”
Thor looked up again and almost recoiled from the expression on Loki’s face. There was hunger there, cold, calculating and predatory, as if Loki was the wolf and Thor the hapless prey. Thor wasn’t used to be looked at in that manner, least of all by his brother.
“Come closer.” The command was softly-spoken but unmistakable. Thor moved to rise to his feet but Loki simply waved his hand and an invisible force pressed him back to the floor. “No.” Loki said. “Crawl.”
Thor gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the sudden rush of anger at being treated in this manner. He might’ve matured, might’ve learned wisdom and humility, but he wasn’t devoid of pride, and he still thought himself as the Prince of Asgard.
“Crawl, Thor.” Loki repeated, his voice a sibilant hiss. He was enjoying this.
Thor pressed his lips into a pale, angry line and began crawling up the stairs, keenly aware of Loki’s hungry gaze on him, following every graceful movement. A polished boot suddenly pressed against Thor’s shoulder and stopped him where he was. His fingers curled against the polished dark stone of the floor beneath him, the white-hot rage provoked by such an indignity threatening to consume him. The boot moved under his chin and Thor could smell the heady scent of leather before the polished tip pressed under his chin and lifted his head so he would meet Loki’s gaze. His brother’s expression was almost gleeful, but there was also a fair amount of disbelief there, as if Loki himself had trouble comprehending Thor’s submissive behaviour and expected him to attack any moment now. And Thor wanted to do just that, wanted to rise, to fight, to die with his head held high and his pride intact. Only doing so would doom so many people along with him. His pride and dignity weren’t worth that.
As he looked up, Thor felt his anger slowly subside, sorrow taking its place. It shouldn’t have come to this. How many times he had asked himself, where he did wrong, was there a point in the past when he could still turn the tide of change, so that they wouldn’t be here now, two broken shadows of their former selves.
It seemed that Loki was plagued by similar thoughts because he withdrew his leg and gestured to Thor to come closer and settle on his knees between his spread thighs. Loki reached and ran his fingers through Thor’s hair, gently combing the golden locks away from his face then traced the hard line of his bearded jaw before tenderly cupping his cheek. His palm was surprisingly warm and Thor could feel calluses on Loki’s fingers where there had been none before. Time and hardship had changed the fallen prince in more ways than one.
“If you only knew…” Loki began, sounding oddly thoughtful rather than angry “how long I’ve waited for this moment.”
“The moment when I would be kneeling at your feet?” Thor asked, unable to contain his bitterness. Loki only chuckled though, a sad, hollow sound.
“When you would finally be mine. All mine.” there was a pause, a soft sigh, and the hand cupping Thor’s cheek moved minutely to allow Loki to trace his lips with his thumb.
“Kneeling wasn’t always in the picture, Thor.” The thumb pressed harder against his mouth and Thor understood Loki’s intentions. After a brief moment of furious hesitation he opened his lips and allowed Loki to press his finger further in. “But it is now.” Loki finished.
They stood like that for a moment, both of them contemplating the outcome of their rivalry, when Thor finally conceded his defeat - not to Loki, but to himself. His mouth closed around the invading finger, gently suckling on it as he hesitantly ran his tongue over the sensitive underside. There was a soft, surprised gasp above his head, but other than that Loki made no sound, though he pressed his finger further in before withdrawing it again, then pressing it back in, an obscene gesture hinting at another act.
“Once, you told me I should know my place, brother.” Loki spat the last word as if it were poison. “I am glad you already know yours.”
He withdrew his finger again and suddenly fisted his hand in Thor’s hair, pulling his face closer to his crotch. For a moment Thor tried to resist, but in his depowered condition he might’ve as well tried to resist the pull of the Bifrost. He gasped, fingers curling against the leather covering Loki’s thighs.
“Loki…!”
“Don’t fight this, Thor. It’ll be easier for the both of us if you don’t.”
He looked up again, searching for an ounce of mercy, an ounce of compassion in that dark, glittering gaze, and found none. At that moment he knew, with absolute certainty, that Loki was perfectly capable of forcing him, of using his magic to prevent him from fighting back and then taking what he wanted from him against his will.
The moment he realized that the boy he had grown up with, the boy he had played with as a child, the man at whose side he fought and for whom he had shed his blood would not even hesitate to use him in that manner hurt more than anything he had felt before, hurt more than Loki’s angry proclamation on the Bifrost that they were not brothers, hurt more than all his attempts to kill him put together. Something in him, already stretched beyond limit, snapped and broke and Thor could feel tears welling in his eyes as despair finally overwhelmed him. He looked away, blinking, trying to swallow them, to hide them from Loki’s merciless stare.
When Loki, still gripping his hair, pulled his head even closer, his gesture an unmistakable command, Thor offered no resistance. He obediently reached up and began to undo the laces of Loki’s garments, pushing them aside and baring his flesh to his eyes. Loki’s organ was already semi-hard, hot and heavy in his grip when he wrapped his callused fingers around it and began to stroke him to full hardness. The grip in his hair tightened even further but Loki did not push his face down again, instead opting to sit quietly - too quietly, given what Thor was doing - and watch him with the same ravenous expression as before.
Loki was always an impressive sight when fully aroused - his erection long and thick, actually larger than Thor’s, something which never ceased to irk him in their youth - and now it was no different. It was smooth and heavy and hot in his grip and he could almost feel the throb of blood pumping through his veins. Under other circumstances he would’ve felt thrilled at the idea of pleasuring him like that.
“Use your mouth.” His brother commanded and tugged his hair, though his voice remained calm if hoarse.
Once again discarding any notion of dignity and pride - they had no place in this new life, and there was that, the faster he got used to the thought, the faster it would stop hurting, or so he hoped - Thor leaned forward and hesitantly pressed his tongue against the flaring tip, inexpertly swirling it around the engorged head before taking it in his mouth and suckling on it. He had done this before, though rarely and Loki had been on the receiving end in all cases though that felt a lifetime ago. From a mortal point of view it was even longer than that. He still smelled and tasted the same, even after all these years - clean and salty, with a tinge of the leather he so favoured.
The hand in his hair pushed his head further down on his engorged shaft and Thor made an effort to take it in until it pressed against the back of his throat and he gagged for a moment before swallowing around it in an attempt to suppress the reflex. Thankfully Loki knew that he lacked the experience to actually do that and allowed him to pull away and off his erection and take several deep, shuddering breaths.
“You’re terrible at this.” Loki said, the mockery and displeasure in his tone more than evident.
Despite the circumstances Thor actually felt hurt by the comment - he wasn’t used to his abilities being criticized. As if sensing his hurt Loki relaxed his grip on Thor’s hair and gently caressed him instead.
“It’s okay. I’ll teach you. I am much better at it, remember?”
Oh, Thor remembered.
Just the two of them, wet and naked, together in Thor’s private bath that was attached to his quarters, Thor sitting on a stool, Loki kneeling on the warm tiles, face flushed, his messy hair curling wetly and sticking to his forehead and elegant neck, his mouth wrapped around Thor’s cock, lips stretched obscenely wide by his girth, slowly sliding down on it, taking him all the way in until his nose pressed against the soft golden curls on his crotch, the wet, heated suction making Thor’s lips tremble and his toes curl in pleasure; green eyes looking up at him, warm and mischievous and smiling, full of so much adoration and trust…
The slap, sharp and stinging, brought him back to reality and he realized he had lost himself in the memory. He flinched, more out of surprise than pain and met Loki’s gaze again, only to find it full of anger and derision and almost animalistic possessiveness. All that warmth seemed to have been leeched out of him, as if he was no longer capable of it after he discovered his true nature.
“I said I would teach you, I didn’t say you could stop altogether. Now get back to it. If I am not satisfied, I will have to find other ways to entertain myself, and you will not like them. Do you understand?” he hissed.
Thor nodded.
“Yes, Loki. I understand.”
He went back to his task and did as Loki instructed him to do, relaxing in his grip and allowing his brother to guide him, licking and sucking, swirling his tongue against his arousal, tracing the throbbing veins, gently mouthing and kissing the leaking tip. It did not require much conscious thought and Thor allowed himself to drift away back to that warm, happy memory of spending the afternoon together Loki with not a care in the world, frolicking in the bath and then in bed, holding and kissing each other after they finished, safe and content…
When Loki finished he used his grip on Thor’s hair to keep him in place as he spurted all over his face, the come splattering against his mouth and cheeks forehead, Loki smiling when Thor scrunched his eyes to protect them. His brother remained silent the entire time, save for his staccato breath.
When he was finally released Thor flinched and swayed on his knees, feeling used and humiliated, the experience such a sharp contrast to the memory he had used to comfort himself.
When he dared to look up again he discovered that Loki had dropped the glamour giving him an Aesir appearance and now sat before him in his true form - whether the reason for this loss of control was simple pleasure or he had done it on purpose Thor didn’t know. Blood red eyes, cool and completely alien, focused on him and when he spoke Loki’s voice had acquired a much deeper quality.
“This look, brother, really suits you.” said the creature before him. It took every ounce of what was left of Thor’s strength and pride not to bow his head and weep for all that was ruined and lost between them.
Author: ginger_maya
Rating: ADULT
Warnings: dubcon
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor and I make no money out of writing this.
A/N: So I finally decided to jump on the "Loki's king and he has made Thor his pet. Forceful oral sex in the throne room ensues." bandwagon.
The throne room was suitably grandiose - large and opulent - oddly reminiscent of the Allfather’s back in Asgard, though while that hall had been well-lit and richly decorated in red and gold, warm and welcoming, Loki’s throne room was dark and covered in black and silver and green, the air cool and stale, it was more of a tomb than a place of celebration. The throne itself - a monstrosity of a chair carved from a single piece of black quarts - was set on a tall, wide dais. Loki himself was perched on it like an overgrown raven, dressed in black and green, one graceful hand casually wrapped around the Staff carrying the Cosmic Cube at its top - it too was oddly reminiscent of Gungnir, but just like this throne room it was warped, like the reflection in a dark, crooked mirror.
They stared at each other for several long, tense moments until finally Loki lifted his free hand and beckoned him to come closer. Thor moved, each step unhurried, his head held high and shoulders squared. It was empty bravado and they both knew it - as he came closer Thor could see the malicious amusement in those glittering green eyes, so cold now, so full of shadows.
When he finally reached the bottom of the dais, the creature at the top, for it was a creature wearing his brother’s face, but which had very little left of that brother in him, gave Thor a thin, razor-sharp smile with a hint of teeth in it, though Thor noticed that the hand around the staff tightened.
“I had no doubt that you would come, Thor.” Loki said, the name rolling off his tongue like poisoned honey. Thor bristled, but made no comment on it. It was wise not to provoke Loki into doing more violence, and Thor had learned wisdom since that fateful moment when his father cast him out of Asgard.
“I have come…” he began, voice even and calm, loud enough to remind Loki he was no cowering mortal “…to offer you Midgard’s complete capitulation.”
Loki gave him another smile, wider this time, teeth flashing like that of a snarling wolf.
“And yours.” He added coolly.
For the first time since his arrival Thor could not contain his despair. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath to steel himself before he spoke again.
“And mine.” Thor agreed. His voice did not break.
He reached over his shoulders and unclasped the crimson cape, letting it fall to the polished black floor, then removed the seals of his power and his status. He could feel it, his might ebbing, like water slipping through spread fingers. Long ago, when Odin had done that to him to punish him it had hurt, immensely so, because his power was forcefully ripped away from him, but now the sensation was far gentler, for this was a willing sacrifice, though it was no less final. Thor decided he missed the pain.
Silently, he placed the regalia at Loki’s feet then slowly slid down to his knees.
“I pledge myself to you, Loki Laufeyson.” He began, the name of Loki’s sire feeling like a razor dragged across his tongue. “My power, my life, my soul, yours to do as you please with them and yours to command, in exchange for your promise. “ Thor paused here, looking up into the glittering green eyes, still so cool, still so seemingly unaffected by his actions. “The promise not to remain here on Midgard, to never leave it, to never attempt to conquer other worlds.”
It was a big promise and Thor hadn’t been sure Loki would even agree. With the Cosmic Cube in his hands and an army behind him his brother could challenge even Asgard and Thor was quite sure he wasn’t worth nearly as much.
Still, Loki smiled and spoke, his voice surprisingly solemn:
“I promise.”
He was a liar, the greatest one that had ever lived, Thor knew that, but some things not even Loki’s ability to lie could affect. Thor could feel the power of that promise settle in his very bones and was sure Loki could feel the same. An attempt to break it - by either of them - would have very dire consequences.
Thor remained on his knees while waiting for Loki to say something, to give him an order, or to simply take his life. He had made his peace with that decision, having reached the conclusion that the safety of the Nine Realms was far more important than any individual life, even that of Thor Odinson’s.
Loki’s sudden command brought him out of his reverie:
“Thor!”
Thor looked up again and almost recoiled from the expression on Loki’s face. There was hunger there, cold, calculating and predatory, as if Loki was the wolf and Thor the hapless prey. Thor wasn’t used to be looked at in that manner, least of all by his brother.
“Come closer.” The command was softly-spoken but unmistakable. Thor moved to rise to his feet but Loki simply waved his hand and an invisible force pressed him back to the floor. “No.” Loki said. “Crawl.”
Thor gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the sudden rush of anger at being treated in this manner. He might’ve matured, might’ve learned wisdom and humility, but he wasn’t devoid of pride, and he still thought himself as the Prince of Asgard.
“Crawl, Thor.” Loki repeated, his voice a sibilant hiss. He was enjoying this.
Thor pressed his lips into a pale, angry line and began crawling up the stairs, keenly aware of Loki’s hungry gaze on him, following every graceful movement. A polished boot suddenly pressed against Thor’s shoulder and stopped him where he was. His fingers curled against the polished dark stone of the floor beneath him, the white-hot rage provoked by such an indignity threatening to consume him. The boot moved under his chin and Thor could smell the heady scent of leather before the polished tip pressed under his chin and lifted his head so he would meet Loki’s gaze. His brother’s expression was almost gleeful, but there was also a fair amount of disbelief there, as if Loki himself had trouble comprehending Thor’s submissive behaviour and expected him to attack any moment now. And Thor wanted to do just that, wanted to rise, to fight, to die with his head held high and his pride intact. Only doing so would doom so many people along with him. His pride and dignity weren’t worth that.
As he looked up, Thor felt his anger slowly subside, sorrow taking its place. It shouldn’t have come to this. How many times he had asked himself, where he did wrong, was there a point in the past when he could still turn the tide of change, so that they wouldn’t be here now, two broken shadows of their former selves.
It seemed that Loki was plagued by similar thoughts because he withdrew his leg and gestured to Thor to come closer and settle on his knees between his spread thighs. Loki reached and ran his fingers through Thor’s hair, gently combing the golden locks away from his face then traced the hard line of his bearded jaw before tenderly cupping his cheek. His palm was surprisingly warm and Thor could feel calluses on Loki’s fingers where there had been none before. Time and hardship had changed the fallen prince in more ways than one.
“If you only knew…” Loki began, sounding oddly thoughtful rather than angry “how long I’ve waited for this moment.”
“The moment when I would be kneeling at your feet?” Thor asked, unable to contain his bitterness. Loki only chuckled though, a sad, hollow sound.
“When you would finally be mine. All mine.” there was a pause, a soft sigh, and the hand cupping Thor’s cheek moved minutely to allow Loki to trace his lips with his thumb.
“Kneeling wasn’t always in the picture, Thor.” The thumb pressed harder against his mouth and Thor understood Loki’s intentions. After a brief moment of furious hesitation he opened his lips and allowed Loki to press his finger further in. “But it is now.” Loki finished.
They stood like that for a moment, both of them contemplating the outcome of their rivalry, when Thor finally conceded his defeat - not to Loki, but to himself. His mouth closed around the invading finger, gently suckling on it as he hesitantly ran his tongue over the sensitive underside. There was a soft, surprised gasp above his head, but other than that Loki made no sound, though he pressed his finger further in before withdrawing it again, then pressing it back in, an obscene gesture hinting at another act.
“Once, you told me I should know my place, brother.” Loki spat the last word as if it were poison. “I am glad you already know yours.”
He withdrew his finger again and suddenly fisted his hand in Thor’s hair, pulling his face closer to his crotch. For a moment Thor tried to resist, but in his depowered condition he might’ve as well tried to resist the pull of the Bifrost. He gasped, fingers curling against the leather covering Loki’s thighs.
“Loki…!”
“Don’t fight this, Thor. It’ll be easier for the both of us if you don’t.”
He looked up again, searching for an ounce of mercy, an ounce of compassion in that dark, glittering gaze, and found none. At that moment he knew, with absolute certainty, that Loki was perfectly capable of forcing him, of using his magic to prevent him from fighting back and then taking what he wanted from him against his will.
The moment he realized that the boy he had grown up with, the boy he had played with as a child, the man at whose side he fought and for whom he had shed his blood would not even hesitate to use him in that manner hurt more than anything he had felt before, hurt more than Loki’s angry proclamation on the Bifrost that they were not brothers, hurt more than all his attempts to kill him put together. Something in him, already stretched beyond limit, snapped and broke and Thor could feel tears welling in his eyes as despair finally overwhelmed him. He looked away, blinking, trying to swallow them, to hide them from Loki’s merciless stare.
When Loki, still gripping his hair, pulled his head even closer, his gesture an unmistakable command, Thor offered no resistance. He obediently reached up and began to undo the laces of Loki’s garments, pushing them aside and baring his flesh to his eyes. Loki’s organ was already semi-hard, hot and heavy in his grip when he wrapped his callused fingers around it and began to stroke him to full hardness. The grip in his hair tightened even further but Loki did not push his face down again, instead opting to sit quietly - too quietly, given what Thor was doing - and watch him with the same ravenous expression as before.
Loki was always an impressive sight when fully aroused - his erection long and thick, actually larger than Thor’s, something which never ceased to irk him in their youth - and now it was no different. It was smooth and heavy and hot in his grip and he could almost feel the throb of blood pumping through his veins. Under other circumstances he would’ve felt thrilled at the idea of pleasuring him like that.
“Use your mouth.” His brother commanded and tugged his hair, though his voice remained calm if hoarse.
Once again discarding any notion of dignity and pride - they had no place in this new life, and there was that, the faster he got used to the thought, the faster it would stop hurting, or so he hoped - Thor leaned forward and hesitantly pressed his tongue against the flaring tip, inexpertly swirling it around the engorged head before taking it in his mouth and suckling on it. He had done this before, though rarely and Loki had been on the receiving end in all cases though that felt a lifetime ago. From a mortal point of view it was even longer than that. He still smelled and tasted the same, even after all these years - clean and salty, with a tinge of the leather he so favoured.
The hand in his hair pushed his head further down on his engorged shaft and Thor made an effort to take it in until it pressed against the back of his throat and he gagged for a moment before swallowing around it in an attempt to suppress the reflex. Thankfully Loki knew that he lacked the experience to actually do that and allowed him to pull away and off his erection and take several deep, shuddering breaths.
“You’re terrible at this.” Loki said, the mockery and displeasure in his tone more than evident.
Despite the circumstances Thor actually felt hurt by the comment - he wasn’t used to his abilities being criticized. As if sensing his hurt Loki relaxed his grip on Thor’s hair and gently caressed him instead.
“It’s okay. I’ll teach you. I am much better at it, remember?”
Oh, Thor remembered.
Just the two of them, wet and naked, together in Thor’s private bath that was attached to his quarters, Thor sitting on a stool, Loki kneeling on the warm tiles, face flushed, his messy hair curling wetly and sticking to his forehead and elegant neck, his mouth wrapped around Thor’s cock, lips stretched obscenely wide by his girth, slowly sliding down on it, taking him all the way in until his nose pressed against the soft golden curls on his crotch, the wet, heated suction making Thor’s lips tremble and his toes curl in pleasure; green eyes looking up at him, warm and mischievous and smiling, full of so much adoration and trust…
The slap, sharp and stinging, brought him back to reality and he realized he had lost himself in the memory. He flinched, more out of surprise than pain and met Loki’s gaze again, only to find it full of anger and derision and almost animalistic possessiveness. All that warmth seemed to have been leeched out of him, as if he was no longer capable of it after he discovered his true nature.
“I said I would teach you, I didn’t say you could stop altogether. Now get back to it. If I am not satisfied, I will have to find other ways to entertain myself, and you will not like them. Do you understand?” he hissed.
Thor nodded.
“Yes, Loki. I understand.”
He went back to his task and did as Loki instructed him to do, relaxing in his grip and allowing his brother to guide him, licking and sucking, swirling his tongue against his arousal, tracing the throbbing veins, gently mouthing and kissing the leaking tip. It did not require much conscious thought and Thor allowed himself to drift away back to that warm, happy memory of spending the afternoon together Loki with not a care in the world, frolicking in the bath and then in bed, holding and kissing each other after they finished, safe and content…
When Loki finished he used his grip on Thor’s hair to keep him in place as he spurted all over his face, the come splattering against his mouth and cheeks forehead, Loki smiling when Thor scrunched his eyes to protect them. His brother remained silent the entire time, save for his staccato breath.
When he was finally released Thor flinched and swayed on his knees, feeling used and humiliated, the experience such a sharp contrast to the memory he had used to comfort himself.
When he dared to look up again he discovered that Loki had dropped the glamour giving him an Aesir appearance and now sat before him in his true form - whether the reason for this loss of control was simple pleasure or he had done it on purpose Thor didn’t know. Blood red eyes, cool and completely alien, focused on him and when he spoke Loki’s voice had acquired a much deeper quality.
“This look, brother, really suits you.” said the creature before him. It took every ounce of what was left of Thor’s strength and pride not to bow his head and weep for all that was ruined and lost between them.