Guessing Game (Thor, Loki)
“Surely he explained all of our traditions?” Loki inquires, standing before a set of grand golden doors in a quiet wing of the palace.
“He said it would be nothing I couldn’t handle…”
With a flourish and a flash of green, Loki summons a silky black blindfold. His dark chuckle makes you tense as he takes a cool step behind you and secures it tightly over your eyes, holding your shoulders as he whispers in your ear.
“The task is simple, darling, identify your betrothed caress and see your union prosper…but should you fall prey to false hands be prepared to suffer your shame.”
“What does that mean?” You object as he laughs and urges you over the threshold, your tentative steps the only sound reverberating through the cavernous room.
“Good luck,” Lokis voice slithers from behind you before the door shuts.
The echo of the slam fills your ears. Your shuddering breath hitches in the following silence, vulnerability settling in as you strain to listen for signs of life.
“Let’s begin,” the familiar thunderous voice of your fiancé sounds from somewhere to your right. “Loki, use your magic.”
Your remain still and silent, awaiting further instruction.
“Done,” Thors voice sounds again, though this time from behind you where Loki had been seconds ago.
“Oh, neat party trick, Loki. How have we never tried this before, I could think of so many things –“
“Focus, Fandral.”
Your head whips around in a panic as you follow their discussion, but… they all have that same honey sweet, sonorous voice of Thor. Realization dawns on you, you are going to have to pick the real one among however many decoys.
“Thor, I don’t know about this,” you quiver as you hear each of their footsteps slowly circling you, making it impossible to guess where your fiancé is.
You spin in place, an innocent doe guarding against an unseen pack of wolves. Thor would never hurt you, right? It’s just your nerves.
You flinch and squeak as you hear the first of them approach you, a warm hand grazing down your arm making you leap back and into the chest of another. Familiarly large arms catch each elbow and hold you still.
“Let me touch you, pet,” his voice soothes as you feel the tickle of his fingertips dance across your chest, tracing your collarbone.
“Thor?” You whimper and his rumbling laughter vibrates your back, a sound that used to calm you.
Another grabs your chin, rough thumb gently tugging at your bottom lip, “beautiful.”
Their touch is overwhelming, caressing your arms, kissing your hands, gripping your hips, tickling your neck. You manage to count five of them before you get dizzy with attention, sweeping you away from what the goal here is.
“You can do this,” Thors voice grounds you.
“Maybe try to narrow your options…” another coos before his lips suckle tenderly on your shoulder.
“I think she likes it,” adds the one at your back.
“Do you, pet? Do you enjoy the idea of being taken by many?”
You gasp as a hand snakes under your skirts, finger presses along the damp fabric covering your slit. Your knees buckle but Thors many hands barely let you sag in their hold.
“Yes,” you breathe softly.
“Oh how delightful,” Thor groans as the hand at your cunt presses harder.
The other touches grow more eager, feeding off your tiny whimpers and moans. Teeth scratch and nip at your skin as your hips begin to roll against his thick fingers, a feeling you know well by now.
A harsh slap to your ass reminds you where you are and you sputter out, “w-wait.”
“Do you have your answer?” He asks.
You pull your hand free and grip the hand holding your hip, “not you.”
Thors booming laughter shifts into another’s gruffer voice, “Aye, you caught me my lady.”
You recognize Volstagg’s amused tone then the soft pad of his leather boots as he walks away followed shortly by the scuff of a heavy chair across the floor.
“One down,” the Thor at your back muses as he licks up your neck.
“You, aren’t Thor,” you assert, pointing to the man at your back.
“Dammit,” Fandral whines as the magic drops and he joins Volstagg.
“Clever girl,” one of the remaining Thors praise, his hand drifting down your thigh and curving around to cup your cheek.
The touch feels familiar, Thor loves to fondle your ass. You are about to declare him the real one when he lets out a breathy groan, it’s enough to give you pause. Thor knows you, and that was the sound of someone newly enamored with your body.
“No,” you look toward the man giving your cheek a firm squeeze. .
“Ah,” Hogan sighs in disappointment before disappearing.
“Very good,” says one of the final two, tugging your arm so that you slam into his chest. His mouth covers yours in a heated kiss, his tongue dipping into your mouth as you gasp.
The other Thor is at your back, pulling your hips back to grind against his hard cock. “Easy,” he warns, though your unsure if it’s meant for you or the man stealing your breath. “Are you stalling, little girl?“ he whispers into your ear.
The man at your front releases your lip with a pop and slaps your face lightly. “You should know your answer by now,” he agrees. “Choose.”
“I – I…” you reach out blindly, turning so that you can touch each of their identical chests. You try to focus on the way they react as you feel them, before making your final decision.
“Only my Thor could kiss me like that,” you announce, turning toward your fiancé and pulling the blindfold off.
You run your hands up his torso, feeling the firm hot muscles beneath his tunic and smile up at him. His blue eyes glow a bit too brightly, his smile a smidge too wide and in an instant you realize your mistake. Blue shifts to green, blond to black, full lips thinning as his golden skin pales to reveal the victorious visage of Loki.
“I guess you don’t know him as well as you thought,” Loki smirks cruelly.
You turn with a start to find Thor glowering down at you, anger and disappointment radiating from every inch of him. A flicker of lightning sparks in his dark eyes as they snap to his brother behind you.
“Loki,” he growls in warning, puffing out his chest as the sound of thunder cracks beyond the closed doors.
“You should have been honest with her, brother,” Loki chuckles. “Your confidence proves undeserved just as I expected. But you always were too arrogant for your own good.”
“Loki,” Thor growls deeper as Loki tugs your wrist and wraps his arm around your waist.
“Never fear, brother,” Loki coos, brushing his nose up your neck as he stares down your fiancé. “I won’t make you watch. And I shall return her to you in the morning if you still want her.”
“Thor…” you whimper, reaching out as the world is enveloped in a flash of green.
Your head spins like you just spent an hour on a rollercoaster, but you know it been barely a second. Loki spins you around, gripping your arms harshly as you try to blink away your blurred vision. Your hands shove at his firm chest but he doesn’t budge, only pulling you closer as he leans down to place kisses along your jaw.
“Come now, pet. We only have a few hours left before sunrise. Let’s make the most of it.”