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The liesmith allowed himself to be led, but took the opportunity to slip his hand out from Thor’s once their destination was reached. He was not a child. Temptation licked at him, watching his brothers’ expressions and actions. How easy it would be to rile him up.
Loki felt like he could use a good battle if wits and brawn.
“You should not have come. I had no intention of returning yet.” He didn’t speak until they were back in the palace, nearing their respective rooms.
There was a resounding crack, and spidery lines spread from where Thor’s fist had hit the wall.
‘You should not have gone,’ he boomed, his voice carrying through the halls. He turned to his brother, the muscles in his jaw working furiously. There was more sadness in his blue eyes then anger. As children they had been so very close, but as they grew so did a fissure. The schism grew more with time and with it the sorrow that Thor felt. He was losing his brother…
Thor gripped his brother’s hand, sparing Chris an apologetic look. The Australian made a sound both angry and sad. He was relieved, but there was an underling feeling of disappointment, the idea of being used that left him so raw. With one last glance, Thor lead his brother out, leaving the other blonde in silence.
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When they reached Bifrost, it had become painfully obvious that the Thunderer was tense. He wanted to be mad at Loki, but he was more disappointed in himself for failing to prevent this situation in the first place. His jaw clenched and unclenched. He wanted to yell…but he wasn’t sure who to direct it at.
An unpleasant scowl settled over his features as he considered the other two. Any moment and they’d start arguing against him together, no doubt. Gritting his teeth, he gave his brother a furious look. “Why did you have to come for me?” if he hadn’t been there, he would have surely been writhing in ecstacy by now. He suddenly felt very trapped; like he had no options. Loki did not like this feeling.Loki made an annoyed sound at the other god and swatted his hand away. “Thor, do not tell me what to do!” He glared briefly at his brother, then turned towards Chris, and there was a very small part of him that was offended. Had he not offered the acceptable amount of pleasure? He may have been controlling, yes, but the Midgardian seemed all too happy to take the wheel too. “You feel shamed if I leave you, but you do not wish to spend any further time in my presence? And I see that you have not married, therefore you have no spouse nor children. What is the problem?”“I do not need your assistance, I look after myself well enough and I am not a child!. And you will never fail, Thor.” Arms unfolding, he sighed. Unwilling to submit so easily, he ignored the hand offered. He turned towards the Chris, noting the dejected position. The man was glaring, but wouldn’t look at them. So, he might be a little crushed but there was still fight within him. “I will come… if I can bring him.” Loki nodded towards the Midgardian, arms re-folding as he made his mind up.Loki placed a hand on the Thunderer’s chestplate, and turned his raised eyebrows to the mortal. “Leave him be, Thor. Chris is… fragile, at the moment. He is angry at himself for allowing me here, for allowing himself to drown in me.” The thin smile returned to his lips, pale fingers twitching on the metals beneath them and eyes pinning the Australian down. “He thought that his pride, which would not let him say no, would come out undamaged. He assumed that my treatment might be half-hearted. His mind might have resisted, but his body was all too willing. To take. To roll over. Tell me, Chris… who is the harlot?”“I am not spurned, Thor. Merely I am sick of having to spend my free time being tossed and beaten by your friends, who are so very willing to show how much a better warrior then me they are.” Lips curving into a disdainful snerk, he began slowly pacing. “Tell me how much they laughed after I was gone.”“Why not?” He retorted, eyes narrowing. A pale hand snapped in Chris’ direction, eyes never leaving Thor. “Sit. We are unfinished.” The dark little monster was clawing at his chest again, slowly, making Loki want to break something. He sighed and turned to face Thor fully. “He was… available. Which is more than I can say for some. He is at peak physical condition, mature of age, and no spouses. No more questions? Good. Now tell me Thor, why do you search for me? You know very well if I’m not in my quarters then I don’t wish to be found.”“Do not yell at me,…
Thor folded his arms across his broad chest.
‘I’ll have you know that I came in search of you, brother,’ he stated, lowering his voice as Loki asked. He gave the Australian a once over. ‘Why him, brother?’ The Thunderer did his best to mask it, but it felt as if his chest was being slowly crushed. He chose this man…?
Chris slowly stood.
‘I should just…’ he trailed off, making to escape as discreetly as possible.
Thor faltered. He couldn’t argue that it was wholly wrong, it was just…hurtful.
‘You were upset, brother…I do not like to see you so spurned,’ he murmured, gaze turning to the floor. ‘I feared I had done something to insult you…as you say; I am an oaf…’
Chris sat back down slowly, feeling like he was looking at a cobra and a kicked golden retriever. These two were brothers? The couldn’t be more opposite.
‘I saw the way you looked, brother…I told them to stop,’ the older brother implored, a hand to his heart. ‘It was all in good jest…They laugh just as much when I end up in the mud.’
‘Wait…You forced me into a root because you’re pissed off at his friends for laughing at you?’ Chris asked incredulously, leaning forward in his seat. ‘What are you? The scorned teenage slut of the family?’ Thor growled at him, turning like an enraged lion ready to attack.
‘Do not speak to my brother like that!’
Chris’s features became tight as the god’s words sunk in. The sting of shame prickled just under his skin and he turned his eyes elsewhere. He hated himself more than Loki at this point.
The Asgardian gave his younger brother a grim look.
‘Loki. It is not kind to toy with mortals like this,’ he stated, giving the other blonde a less resentful look.
At Thor’s low rumble, the curl left his face and he realized just how close they were. Quickly withdrawing his hand from the broad chest, he narrowed his eyes once more. “Don’t lecture me, Thor. I will do as I please. And the Midgardian has not been harmed, see for yourself.” Loki waved a hand in Chris’ direction. How could Thor think was his fault? “My point, before, is that they are your friends, not mine. They have no qualms unleashing whatever they desire upon me and I will no longer stand for it. If I am not allowed to use my magic then I shall not participate. I am tired of having to defend myself against them, against Sif of all people, simply because you like them so much more.”
His words began to bite, skin cold once more. With another flick of his wrist, the Asgardian changed into his normal attire, arousal ruined. “Part of me wishes not to return, to not see their smirking faces when Thor brings his baby brother back home. Like some sort of spoil.” Loki turned his back on Thor again, arms folding. He tried desperately to quell the tightening of his chest.
‘Yeah. Not traumatized at all or anything,’ Chris muttered, glaring at the floor. He felt like a cheap fuck, a whore. Used and tossed aside so easily.
Thor sighed loudly, shaking his head.
‘Loki…They are my friends, but you are my brother…’ He rubbed at his neck, trying his best to find the right words. ‘Brother, I am not as articulate or intellectual as you,’ the Thunderer admitted, not knowing what else to say. ‘I just want you to be strong…so if I fail…nothing bad will happen to you.’ Thor offered his hand to the smaller god. ‘Please…come home. We…you can yell at me when we get back,’ he pleaded.
Two sets of bright blue eyes turned to look at him, wide with shock. Chris’s hands flew up in an instant, defensive and somewhat frantic.
‘No, no, no, nononononono!’ The Australian got to his feet, being sure to hold his towel as he did.
‘The Midgardian is right, brother. You can not bring him with us,’ Thor stepped forward as he spoke, placing a large hand on his brother’s shoulder. ‘Be reasonable, Loki. He can not treat him like some stray you found. This man has a home…a place here…’
‘Look, I don’t know where you two came from…But you’ve got him…You don’t need me as well,’ he was trying as hard as he could to come up with a better response, but so much had happened so quickly that he didn’t know which way to go. He had a job, and a dream…
Loki had already used him, he wasn’t going to let the god whisk him away to use him whenever he wanted. He looked to the larger god, eyes pleading. Thor sighed loudly, not knowing how he could help.
‘You’re just…using me, mate…I don’t want to be some one’s stand in,’ Chris uttered, rubbing at his neck quite close to how Thor had just moments ago.
Thor flinched a pained look on his face.
‘You are my brother…’ he replied lamely. He knew that tone and look far too well. If he continued to push Loki would strike out him like a cornered animal. He stepped back, giving the younger god some room. Chris could say nothing. The energy in the room had taken a turn that he deemed dangerous. He could swear that the temperature had dropped. This was between the brothers. He had simply been the body double for the other blonde…
Loki growled, the low sound resonating in the silent room. His fingertips prickled as his emotions tried to force his body to use magic, and he rubbed his wrists disdainfully. He could not make the mistake with Thor here, he would no doubt be floored in an instant. Or the Allfather would be told. Loki wasn’t sure which was worse.
Instantly his features were calm, and he let a breath out through his nose. He would have to keep up appearances or Thor would not stop prodding. He stepped towards the young Midgardian, reaching up and gripping his jaw. His thumb rubbed against the stubble, almost affectionately. “I apologize that you didn’t get to punish me, Chris.” Leaning closer, the Asgardian whispered, cold lips brushing his ear. “I hope I haven’t left you too damaged… perhaps we might finish this later.”
Straightening himself he returned to the larger god’s side, smiling. “Brother.”
Thor watched on ruefully, his lips a thin line as Loki touched the Australian and whispered to him. There was a twinge in his gut, a stab in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to throw a punch at the other blonde but it really wasn’t his fault. As Loki returned to him, he sighed, glad to have his brother close to him once more.
‘I will not tell father of this visit to Midgard, brother…as long as you tell me that you are angry with me next time,’ he said quietly. His gazed returned to the Midgardian. He opened his mouth but shut it again soon after. He wasn’t sure he could manage anything with out sounding needlessly hostile. Jealousy is an unbecoming trait.
Chris stared at the floor, jaw clenched and expression tight.
‘Just go,’ he ground out, his dignity shredding a little more with each passing moment.
An unpleasant scowl settled over his features as he considered the other two. Any moment and they’d start arguing against him together, no doubt. Gritting his teeth, he gave his brother a furious look. “Why did you have to come for me?” if he hadn’t been there, he would have surely been writhing in ecstacy by now. He suddenly felt very trapped; like he had no options. Loki did not like this feeling.Loki made an annoyed sound at the other god and swatted his hand away. “Thor, do not tell me what to do!” He glared briefly at his brother, then turned towards Chris, and there was a very small part of him that was offended. Had he not offered the acceptable amount of pleasure? He may have been controlling, yes, but the Midgardian seemed all too happy to take the wheel too. “You feel shamed if I leave you, but you do not wish to spend any further time in my presence? And I see that you have not married, therefore you have no spouse nor children. What is the problem?”“I do not need your assistance, I look after myself well enough and I am not a child!. And you will never fail, Thor.” Arms unfolding, he sighed. Unwilling to submit so easily, he ignored the hand offered. He turned towards the Chris, noting the dejected position. The man was glaring, but wouldn’t look at them. So, he might be a little crushed but there was still fight within him. “I will come… if I can bring him.” Loki nodded towards the Midgardian, arms re-folding as he made his mind up.Loki placed a hand on the Thunderer’s chestplate, and turned his raised eyebrows to the mortal. “Leave him be, Thor. Chris is… fragile, at the moment. He is angry at himself for allowing me here, for allowing himself to drown in me.” The thin smile returned to his lips, pale fingers twitching on the metals beneath them and eyes pinning the Australian down. “He thought that his pride, which would not let him say no, would come out undamaged. He assumed that my treatment might be half-hearted. His mind might have resisted, but his body was all too willing. To take. To roll over. Tell me, Chris… who is the harlot?”“I am not spurned, Thor. Merely I am sick of having to spend my free time being tossed and beaten by your friends, who are so very willing to show how much a better warrior then me they are.” Lips curving into a disdainful snerk, he began slowly pacing. “Tell me how much they laughed after I was gone.”“Why not?” He retorted, eyes narrowing. A pale hand snapped in Chris’ direction, eyes never leaving Thor. “Sit. We are unfinished.” The dark little monster was clawing at his chest again, slowly, making Loki want to break something. He sighed and turned to face Thor fully. “He was… available. Which is more than I can say for some. He is at peak physical condition, mature of age, and no spouses. No more questions? Good. Now tell me Thor, why do you search for me? You know very well if I’m not in my quarters then I don’t wish to be found.”“Do not yell at me,…
Thor folded his arms across his broad chest.
‘I’ll have you know that I came in search of you, brother,’ he stated, lowering his voice as Loki asked. He gave the Australian a once over. ‘Why him, brother?’ The Thunderer did his best to mask it, but it felt as if his chest was being slowly crushed. He chose this man…?
Chris slowly stood.
‘I should just…’ he trailed off, making to escape as discreetly as possible.
Thor faltered. He couldn’t argue that it was wholly wrong, it was just…hurtful.
‘You were upset, brother…I do not like to see you so spurned,’ he murmured, gaze turning to the floor. ‘I feared I had done something to insult you…as you say; I am an oaf…’
Chris sat back down slowly, feeling like he was looking at a cobra and a kicked golden retriever. These two were brothers? The couldn’t be more opposite.
‘I saw the way you looked, brother…I told them to stop,’ the older brother implored, a hand to his heart. ‘It was all in good jest…They laugh just as much when I end up in the mud.’
‘Wait…You forced me into a root because you’re pissed off at his friends for laughing at you?’ Chris asked incredulously, leaning forward in his seat. ‘What are you? The scorned teenage slut of the family?’ Thor growled at him, turning like an enraged lion ready to attack.
‘Do not speak to my brother like that!’
Chris’s features became tight as the god’s words sunk in. The sting of shame prickled just under his skin and he turned his eyes elsewhere. He hated himself more than Loki at this point.
The Asgardian gave his younger brother a grim look.
‘Loki. It is not kind to toy with mortals like this,’ he stated, giving the other blonde a less resentful look.
At Thor’s low rumble, the curl left his face and he realized just how close they were. Quickly withdrawing his hand from the broad chest, he narrowed his eyes once more. “Don’t lecture me, Thor. I will do as I please. And the Midgardian has not been harmed, see for yourself.” Loki waved a hand in Chris’ direction. How could Thor think was his fault? “My point, before, is that they are your friends, not mine. They have no qualms unleashing whatever they desire upon me and I will no longer stand for it. If I am not allowed to use my magic then I shall not participate. I am tired of having to defend myself against them, against Sif of all people, simply because you like them so much more.”
His words began to bite, skin cold once more. With another flick of his wrist, the Asgardian changed into his normal attire, arousal ruined. “Part of me wishes not to return, to not see their smirking faces when Thor brings his baby brother back home. Like some sort of spoil.” Loki turned his back on Thor again, arms folding. He tried desperately to quell the tightening of his chest.
‘Yeah. Not traumatized at all or anything,’ Chris muttered, glaring at the floor. He felt like a cheap fuck, a whore. Used and tossed aside so easily.
Thor sighed loudly, shaking his head.
‘Loki…They are my friends, but you are my brother…’ He rubbed at his neck, trying his best to find the right words. ‘Brother, I am not as articulate or intellectual as you,’ the Thunderer admitted, not knowing what else to say. ‘I just want you to be strong…so if I fail…nothing bad will happen to you.’ Thor offered his hand to the smaller god. ‘Please…come home. We…you can yell at me when we get back,’ he pleaded.
Two sets of bright blue eyes turned to look at him, wide with shock. Chris’s hands flew up in an instant, defensive and somewhat frantic.
‘No, no, no, nononononono!’ The Australian got to his feet, being sure to hold his towel as he did.
‘The Midgardian is right, brother. You can not bring him with us,’ Thor stepped forward as he spoke, placing a large hand on his brother’s shoulder. ‘Be reasonable, Loki. He can not treat him like some stray you found. This man has a home…a place here…’
‘Look, I don’t know where you two came from…But you’ve got him…You don’t need me as well,’ he was trying as hard as he could to come up with a better response, but so much had happened so quickly that he didn’t know which way to go. He had a job, and a dream…
Loki had already used him, he wasn’t going to let the god whisk him away to use him whenever he wanted. He looked to the larger god, eyes pleading. Thor sighed loudly, not knowing how he could help.
‘You’re just…using me, mate…I don’t want to be some one’s stand in,’ Chris uttered, rubbing at his neck quite close to how Thor had just moments ago.
Thor flinched a pained look on his face.
‘You are my brother…’ he replied lamely. He knew that tone and look far too well. If he continued to push Loki would strike out him like a cornered animal. He stepped back, giving the younger god some room. Chris could say nothing. The energy in the room had taken a turn that he deemed dangerous. He could swear that the temperature had dropped. This was between the brothers. He had simply been the body double for the other blonde…
Loki made an annoyed sound at the other god and swatted his hand away. “Thor, do not tell me what to do!” He glared briefly at his brother, then turned towards Chris, and there was a very small part of him that was offended. Had he not offered the acceptable amount of pleasure? He may have been controlling, yes, but the Midgardian seemed all too happy to take the wheel too. “You feel shamed if I leave you, but you do not wish to spend any further time in my presence? And I see that you have not married, therefore you have no spouse nor children. What is the problem?”“I do not need your assistance, I look after myself well enough and I am not a child!. And you will never fail, Thor.” Arms unfolding, he sighed. Unwilling to submit so easily, he ignored the hand offered. He turned towards the Chris, noting the dejected position. The man was glaring, but wouldn’t look at them. So, he might be a little crushed but there was still fight within him. “I will come… if I can bring him.” Loki nodded towards the Midgardian, arms re-folding as he made his mind up.Loki placed a hand on the Thunderer’s chestplate, and turned his raised eyebrows to the mortal. “Leave him be, Thor. Chris is… fragile, at the moment. He is angry at himself for allowing me here, for allowing himself to drown in me.” The thin smile returned to his lips, pale fingers twitching on the metals beneath them and eyes pinning the Australian down. “He thought that his pride, which would not let him say no, would come out undamaged. He assumed that my treatment might be half-hearted. His mind might have resisted, but his body was all too willing. To take. To roll over. Tell me, Chris… who is the harlot?”“I am not spurned, Thor. Merely I am sick of having to spend my free time being tossed and beaten by your friends, who are so very willing to show how much a better warrior then me they are.” Lips curving into a disdainful snerk, he began slowly pacing. “Tell me how much they laughed after I was gone.”“Why not?” He retorted, eyes narrowing. A pale hand snapped in Chris’ direction, eyes never leaving Thor. “Sit. We are unfinished.” The dark little monster was clawing at his chest again, slowly, making Loki want to break something. He sighed and turned to face Thor fully. “He was… available. Which is more than I can say for some. He is at peak physical condition, mature of age, and no spouses. No more questions? Good. Now tell me Thor, why do you search for me? You know very well if I’m not in my quarters then I don’t wish to be found.”“Do not yell at me,…
Thor folded his arms across his broad chest.
‘I’ll have you know that I came in search of you, brother,’ he stated, lowering his voice as Loki asked. He gave the Australian a once over. ‘Why him, brother?’ The Thunderer did his best to mask it, but it felt as if his chest was being slowly crushed. He chose this man…?
Chris slowly stood.
‘I should just…’ he trailed off, making to escape as discreetly as possible.
Thor faltered. He couldn’t argue that it was wholly wrong, it was just…hurtful.
‘You were upset, brother…I do not like to see you so spurned,’ he murmured, gaze turning to the floor. ‘I feared I had done something to insult you…as you say; I am an oaf…’
Chris sat back down slowly, feeling like he was looking at a cobra and a kicked golden retriever. These two were brothers? The couldn’t be more opposite.
‘I saw the way you looked, brother…I told them to stop,’ the older brother implored, a hand to his heart. ‘It was all in good jest…They laugh just as much when I end up in the mud.’
‘Wait…You forced me into a root because you’re pissed off at his friends for laughing at you?’ Chris asked incredulously, leaning forward in his seat. ‘What are you? The scorned teenage slut of the family?’ Thor growled at him, turning like an enraged lion ready to attack.
‘Do not speak to my brother like that!’
Chris’s features became tight as the god’s words sunk in. The sting of shame prickled just under his skin and he turned his eyes elsewhere. He hated himself more than Loki at this point.
The Asgardian gave his younger brother a grim look.
‘Loki. It is not kind to toy with mortals like this,’ he stated, giving the other blonde a less resentful look.
At Thor’s low rumble, the curl left his face and he realized just how close they were. Quickly withdrawing his hand from the broad chest, he narrowed his eyes once more. “Don’t lecture me, Thor. I will do as I please. And the Midgardian has not been harmed, see for yourself.” Loki waved a hand in Chris’ direction. How could Thor think was his fault? “My point, before, is that they are your friends, not mine. They have no qualms unleashing whatever they desire upon me and I will no longer stand for it. If I am not allowed to use my magic then I shall not participate. I am tired of having to defend myself against them, against Sif of all people, simply because you like them so much more.”
His words began to bite, skin cold once more. With another flick of his wrist, the Asgardian changed into his normal attire, arousal ruined. “Part of me wishes not to return, to not see their smirking faces when Thor brings his baby brother back home. Like some sort of spoil.” Loki turned his back on Thor again, arms folding. He tried desperately to quell the tightening of his chest.
‘Yeah. Not traumatized at all or anything,’ Chris muttered, glaring at the floor. He felt like a cheap fuck, a whore. Used and tossed aside so easily.
Thor sighed loudly, shaking his head.
‘Loki…They are my friends, but you are my brother…’ He rubbed at his neck, trying his best to find the right words. ‘Brother, I am not as articulate or intellectual as you,’ the Thunderer admitted, not knowing what else to say. ‘I just want you to be strong…so if I fail…nothing bad will happen to you.’ Thor offered his hand to the smaller god. ‘Please…come home. We…you can yell at me when we get back,’ he pleaded.
Two sets of bright blue eyes turned to look at him, wide with shock. Chris’s hands flew up in an instant, defensive and somewhat frantic.
‘No, no, no, nononononono!’ The Australian got to his feet, being sure to hold his towel as he did.
‘The Midgardian is right, brother. You can not bring him with us,’ Thor stepped forward as he spoke, placing a large hand on his brother’s shoulder. ‘Be reasonable, Loki. He can not treat him like some stray you found. This man has a home…a place here…’
‘Look, I don’t know where you two came from…But you’ve got him…You don’t need me as well,’ he was trying as hard as he could to come up with a better response, but so much had happened so quickly that he didn’t know which way to go. He had a job, and a dream…
Loki had already used him, he wasn’t going to let the god whisk him away to use him whenever he wanted. He looked to the larger god, eyes pleading. Thor sighed loudly, not knowing how he could help.
‘You’re just…using me, mate…I don’t want to be some one’s stand in,’ Chris uttered, rubbing at his neck quite close to how Thor had just moments ago.
“I do not need your assistance, I look after myself well enough and I am not a child!. And you will never fail, Thor.” Arms unfolding, he sighed. Unwilling to submit so easily, he ignored the hand offered. He turned towards the Chris, noting the dejected position. The man was glaring, but wouldn’t look at them. So, he might be a little crushed but there was still fight within him. “I will come… if I can bring him.” Loki nodded towards the Midgardian, arms re-folding as he made his mind up.Loki placed a hand on the Thunderer’s chestplate, and turned his raised eyebrows to the mortal. “Leave him be, Thor. Chris is… fragile, at the moment. He is angry at himself for allowing me here, for allowing himself to drown in me.” The thin smile returned to his lips, pale fingers twitching on the metals beneath them and eyes pinning the Australian down. “He thought that his pride, which would not let him say no, would come out undamaged. He assumed that my treatment might be half-hearted. His mind might have resisted, but his body was all too willing. To take. To roll over. Tell me, Chris… who is the harlot?”“I am not spurned, Thor. Merely I am sick of having to spend my free time being tossed and beaten by your friends, who are so very willing to show how much a better warrior then me they are.” Lips curving into a disdainful snerk, he began slowly pacing. “Tell me how much they laughed after I was gone.”“Why not?” He retorted, eyes narrowing. A pale hand snapped in Chris’ direction, eyes never leaving Thor. “Sit. We are unfinished.” The dark little monster was clawing at his chest again, slowly, making Loki want to break something. He sighed and turned to face Thor fully. “He was… available. Which is more than I can say for some. He is at peak physical condition, mature of age, and no spouses. No more questions? Good. Now tell me Thor, why do you search for me? You know very well if I’m not in my quarters then I don’t wish to be found.”“Do not yell at me,…
Thor folded his arms across his broad chest.
‘I’ll have you know that I came in search of you, brother,’ he stated, lowering his voice as Loki asked. He gave the Australian a once over. ‘Why him, brother?’ The Thunderer did his best to mask it, but it felt as if his chest was being slowly crushed. He chose this man…?
Chris slowly stood.
‘I should just…’ he trailed off, making to escape as discreetly as possible.
Thor faltered. He couldn’t argue that it was wholly wrong, it was just…hurtful.
‘You were upset, brother…I do not like to see you so spurned,’ he murmured, gaze turning to the floor. ‘I feared I had done something to insult you…as you say; I am an oaf…’
Chris sat back down slowly, feeling like he was looking at a cobra and a kicked golden retriever. These two were brothers? The couldn’t be more opposite.
‘I saw the way you looked, brother…I told them to stop,’ the older brother implored, a hand to his heart. ‘It was all in good jest…They laugh just as much when I end up in the mud.’
‘Wait…You forced me into a root because you’re pissed off at his friends for laughing at you?’ Chris asked incredulously, leaning forward in his seat. ‘What are you? The scorned teenage slut of the family?’ Thor growled at him, turning like an enraged lion ready to attack.
‘Do not speak to my brother like that!’
Chris’s features became tight as the god’s words sunk in. The sting of shame prickled just under his skin and he turned his eyes elsewhere. He hated himself more than Loki at this point.
The Asgardian gave his younger brother a grim look.
‘Loki. It is not kind to toy with mortals like this,’ he stated, giving the other blonde a less resentful look.
At Thor’s low rumble, the curl left his face and he realized just how close they were. Quickly withdrawing his hand from the broad chest, he narrowed his eyes once more. “Don’t lecture me, Thor. I will do as I please. And the Midgardian has not been harmed, see for yourself.” Loki waved a hand in Chris’ direction. How could Thor think was his fault? “My point, before, is that they are your friends, not mine. They have no qualms unleashing whatever they desire upon me and I will no longer stand for it. If I am not allowed to use my magic then I shall not participate. I am tired of having to defend myself against them, against Sif of all people, simply because you like them so much more.”
His words began to bite, skin cold once more. With another flick of his wrist, the Asgardian changed into his normal attire, arousal ruined. “Part of me wishes not to return, to not see their smirking faces when Thor brings his baby brother back home. Like some sort of spoil.” Loki turned his back on Thor again, arms folding. He tried desperately to quell the tightening of his chest.
‘Yeah. Not traumatized at all or anything,’ Chris muttered, glaring at the floor. He felt like a cheap fuck, a whore. Used and tossed aside so easily.
Thor sighed loudly, shaking his head.
‘Loki…They are my friends, but you are my brother…’ He rubbed at his neck, trying his best to find the right words. ‘Brother, I am not as articulate or intellectual as you,’ the Thunderer admitted, not knowing what else to say. ‘I just want you to be strong…so if I fail…nothing bad will happen to you.’ Thor offered his hand to the smaller god. ‘Please…come home. We…you can yell at me when we get back,’ he pleaded.
Two sets of bright blue eyes turned to look at him, wide with shock. Chris’s hands flew up in an instant, defensive and somewhat frantic.
‘No, no, no, nononononono!’ The Australian got to his feet, being sure to hold his towel as he did.
‘The Midgardian is right, brother. You can not bring him with us,’ Thor stepped forward as he spoke, placing a large hand on his brother’s shoulder. ‘Be reasonable, Loki. He can not treat him like some stray you found. This man has a home…a place here…’
Loki placed a hand on the Thunderer’s chestplate, and turned his raised eyebrows to the mortal. “Leave him be, Thor. Chris is… fragile, at the moment. He is angry at himself for allowing me here, for allowing himself to drown in me.” The thin smile returned to his lips, pale fingers twitching on the metals beneath them and eyes pinning the Australian down. “He thought that his pride, which would not let him say no, would come out undamaged. He assumed that my treatment might be half-hearted. His mind might have resisted, but his body was all too willing. To take. To roll over. Tell me, Chris… who is the harlot?”“I am not spurned, Thor. Merely I am sick of having to spend my free time being tossed and beaten by your friends, who are so very willing to show how much a better warrior then me they are.” Lips curving into a disdainful snerk, he began slowly pacing. “Tell me how much they laughed after I was gone.”“Why not?” He retorted, eyes narrowing. A pale hand snapped in Chris’ direction, eyes never leaving Thor. “Sit. We are unfinished.” The dark little monster was clawing at his chest again, slowly, making Loki want to break something. He sighed and turned to face Thor fully. “He was… available. Which is more than I can say for some. He is at peak physical condition, mature of age, and no spouses. No more questions? Good. Now tell me Thor, why do you search for me? You know very well if I’m not in my quarters then I don’t wish to be found.”“Do not yell at me,…
Thor folded his arms across his broad chest.
‘I’ll have you know that I came in search of you, brother,’ he stated, lowering his voice as Loki asked. He gave the Australian a once over. ‘Why him, brother?’ The Thunderer did his best to mask it, but it felt as if his chest was being slowly crushed. He chose this man…?
Chris slowly stood.
‘I should just…’ he trailed off, making to escape as discreetly as possible.
Thor faltered. He couldn’t argue that it was wholly wrong, it was just…hurtful.
‘You were upset, brother…I do not like to see you so spurned,’ he murmured, gaze turning to the floor. ‘I feared I had done something to insult you…as you say; I am an oaf…’
Chris sat back down slowly, feeling like he was looking at a cobra and a kicked golden retriever. These two were brothers? The couldn’t be more opposite.
‘I saw the way you looked, brother…I told them to stop,’ the older brother implored, a hand to his heart. ‘It was all in good jest…They laugh just as much when I end up in the mud.’
‘Wait…You forced me into a root because you’re pissed off at his friends for laughing at you?’ Chris asked incredulously, leaning forward in his seat. ‘What are you? The scorned teenage slut of the family?’ Thor growled at him, turning like an enraged lion ready to attack.
‘Do not speak to my brother like that!’
Chris’s features became tight as the god’s words sunk in. The sting of shame prickled just under his skin and he turned his eyes elsewhere. He hated himself more than Loki at this point.
The Asgardian gave his younger brother a grim look.
‘Loki. It is not kind to toy with mortals like this,’ he stated, giving the other blonde a less resentful look.
At Thor’s low rumble, the curl left his face and he realized just how close they were. Quickly withdrawing his hand from the broad chest, he narrowed his eyes once more. “Don’t lecture me, Thor. I will do as I please. And the Midgardian has not been harmed, see for yourself.” Loki waved a hand in Chris’ direction. How could Thor think was his fault? “My point, before, is that they are your friends, not mine. They have no qualms unleashing whatever they desire upon me and I will no longer stand for it. If I am not allowed to use my magic then I shall not participate. I am tired of having to defend myself against them, against Sif of all people, simply because you like them so much more.”
His words began to bite, skin cold once more. With another flick of his wrist, the Asgardian changed into his normal attire, arousal ruined. “Part of me wishes not to return, to not see their smirking faces when Thor brings his baby brother back home. Like some sort of spoil.” Loki turned his back on Thor again, arms folding. He tried desperately to quell the tightening of his chest.
‘Yeah. Not traumatized at all or anything,’ Chris muttered, glaring at the floor. He felt like a cheap fuck, a whore. Used and tossed aside so easily.
Thor sighed loudly, shaking his head.
‘Loki…They are my friends, but you are my brother…’ He rubbed at his neck, trying his best to find the right words. ‘Brother, I am not as articulate or intellectual as you,’ the Thunderer admitted, not knowing what else to say. ‘I just want you to be strong…so if I fail…nothing bad will happen to you.’ Thor offered his hand to the smaller god. ‘Please…come home. We…you can yell at me when we get back,’ he pleaded.
Loki placed a hand on the Thunderer’s chestplate, and turned his raised eyebrows to the mortal. “Leave him be, Thor. Chris is… fragile, at the moment. He is angry at himself for allowing me here, for allowing himself to drown in me.” The thin smile returned to his lips, pale fingers twitching on the metals beneath them and eyes pinning the Australian down. “He thought that his pride, which would not let him say no, would come out undamaged. He assumed that my treatment might be half-hearted. His mind might have resisted, but his body was all too willing. To take. To roll over. Tell me, Chris… who is the harlot?”“I am not spurned, Thor. Merely I am sick of having to spend my free time being tossed and beaten by your friends, who are so very willing to show how much a better warrior then me they are.” Lips curving into a disdainful snerk, he began slowly pacing. “Tell me how much they laughed after I was gone.”“Why not?” He retorted, eyes narrowing. A pale hand snapped in Chris’ direction, eyes never leaving Thor. “Sit. We are unfinished.” The dark little monster was clawing at his chest again, slowly, making Loki want to break something. He sighed and turned to face Thor fully. “He was… available. Which is more than I can say for some. He is at peak physical condition, mature of age, and no spouses. No more questions? Good. Now tell me Thor, why do you search for me? You know very well if I’m not in my quarters then I don’t wish to be found.”“Do not yell at me,…
Thor folded his arms across his broad chest.
‘I’ll have you know that I came in search of you, brother,’ he stated, lowering his voice as Loki asked. He gave the Australian a once over. ‘Why him, brother?’ The Thunderer did his best to mask it, but it felt as if his chest was being slowly crushed. He chose this man…?
Chris slowly stood.
‘I should just…’ he trailed off, making to escape as discreetly as possible.
Thor faltered. He couldn’t argue that it was wholly wrong, it was just…hurtful.
‘You were upset, brother…I do not like to see you so spurned,’ he murmured, gaze turning to the floor. ‘I feared I had done something to insult you…as you say; I am an oaf…’
Chris sat back down slowly, feeling like he was looking at a cobra and a kicked golden retriever. These two were brothers? The couldn’t be more opposite.
‘I saw the way you looked, brother…I told them to stop,’ the older brother implored, a hand to his heart. ‘It was all in good jest…They laugh just as much when I end up in the mud.’
‘Wait…You forced me into a root because you’re pissed off at his friends for laughing at you?’ Chris asked incredulously, leaning forward in his seat. ‘What are you? The scorned teenage slut of the family?’ Thor growled at him, turning like an enraged lion ready to attack.
‘Do not speak to my brother like that!’
Chris’s features became tight as the god’s words sunk in. The sting of shame prickled just under his skin and he turned his eyes elsewhere. He hated himself more than Loki at this point.
The Asgardian gave his younger brother a grim look.
‘Loki. It is not kind to toy with mortals like this,’ he stated, giving the other blonde a less resentful look.
“I am not spurned, Thor. Merely I am sick of having to spend my free time being tossed and beaten by your friends, who are so very willing to show how much a better warrior then me they are.” Lips curving into a disdainful snerk, he began slowly pacing. “Tell me how much they laughed after I was gone.”“Why not?” He retorted, eyes narrowing. A pale hand snapped in Chris’ direction, eyes never leaving Thor. “Sit. We are unfinished.” The dark little monster was clawing at his chest again, slowly, making Loki want to break something. He sighed and turned to face Thor fully. “He was… available. Which is more than I can say for some. He is at peak physical condition, mature of age, and no spouses. No more questions? Good. Now tell me Thor, why do you search for me? You know very well if I’m not in my quarters then I don’t wish to be found.”“Do not yell at me,…
Thor folded his arms across his broad chest.
‘I’ll have you know that I came in search of you, brother,’ he stated, lowering his voice as Loki asked. He gave the Australian a once over. ‘Why him, brother?’ The Thunderer did his best to mask it, but it felt as if his chest was being slowly crushed. He chose this man…?
Chris slowly stood.
‘I should just…’ he trailed off, making to escape as discreetly as possible.
Thor faltered. He couldn’t argue that it was wholly wrong, it was just…hurtful.
‘You were upset, brother…I do not like to see you so spurned,’ he murmured, gaze turning to the floor. ‘I feared I had done something to insult you…as you say; I am an oaf…’
Chris sat back down slowly, feeling like he was looking at a cobra and a kicked golden retriever. These two were brothers? The couldn’t be more opposite.
‘I saw the way you looked, brother…I told them to stop,’ the older brother implored, a hand to his heart. ‘It was all in good jest…They laugh just as much when I end up in the mud.’
‘Wait…You forced me into a root because you’re pissed off at his friends for laughing at you?’ Chris asked incredulously, leaning forward in his seat. ‘What are you? The scorned teenage slut of the family?’ Thor growled at him, turning like an enraged lion ready to attack.
‘Do not speak to my brother like that!’
“Why not?” He retorted, eyes narrowing. A pale hand snapped in Chris’ direction, eyes never leaving Thor. “Sit. We are unfinished.” The dark little monster was clawing at his chest again, slowly, making Loki want to break something. He sighed and turned to face Thor fully. “He was… available. Which is more than I can say for some. He is at peak physical condition, mature of age, and no spouses. No more questions? Good. Now tell me Thor, why do you search for me? You know very well if I’m not in my quarters then I don’t wish to be found.”“Do not yell at me,…
Thor folded his arms across his broad chest.
‘I’ll have you know that I came in search of you, brother,’ he stated, lowering his voice as Loki asked. He gave the Australian a once over. ‘Why him, brother?’ The Thunderer did his best to mask it, but it felt as if his chest was being slowly crushed. He chose this man…?
Chris slowly stood.
‘I should just…’ he trailed off, making to escape as discreetly as possible.
Thor faltered. He couldn’t argue that it was wholly wrong, it was just…hurtful.
‘You were upset, brother…I do not like to see you so spurned,’ he murmured, gaze turning to the floor. ‘I feared I had done something to insult you…as you say; I am an oaf…’
Chris sat back down slowly, feeling like he was looking at a cobra and a kicked golden retriever. These two were brothers? They couldn’t be more opposite.
