Chapter 3
“So this is the famed throne,” Loki says, running a hand along the back of the red armchair that sits in Thor’s living room. His other hand remains clutched in Thor’s.
Thor laughs, sitting himself on the chair and dragging Loki to stand between his legs.
“How do I look?” he asks, grinning up at Loki.
“Like a king,” Loki says, simply.
Thor’s breath catches and he presses his face to Loki’s stomach, needing a moment to steady himself. Loki’s hands come to rest on his head, fingers moving through Thor’s short hair like a breeze through tall grass, calming him.
“Are you sure,” Thor murmurs against Loki’s shirt, “are you sure you want...that I’m…”
“Thor,” Loki says, “if you continue to imply that I only ever wanted you because of your wealth, position, and power, I’m going to start taking offense. Now, sit up straight and let me get on your lap.”
Thor leans back and watches Loki clamber on top of him, maneuvering his limbs until he’s seated with his legs hugging Thor’s thighs on either side, and his ass is directly on top of Thor’s crotch.
“Mm, perfect,” Loki hums, leaning in to kiss Thor again, arms going around Thor’s neck.
“Norns,” Thor groans, tilting his head to give Loki better access to his neck. “Why did we ever stop doing this?”
“Something about you being insufferable and me being a bastard,” Loki mumbles, then bites down on Thor’s shoulder, hard.
Thor responds by taking hold of Loki’s hips and grinding his crotch up into Loki’s.
“We’re older now,” Thor pants, “wiser. This is an extremely wise decision.” He leans up to kiss Loki again, his other hand palming Loki’s ass and squeezing.
“Wisest decision we’ve ever made,” Loki agrees, breathing hard against Thor’s lips.
Thor’s hands go up to the back of Loki’s head and he snaps the string that’s just barely holding Loki’s hair together. Loki’s long hair cascades down his back in a smooth wave, and Thor can’t help but plunge his fingers into the stream of it, silky and cool to the touch.
He tugs, experimenting, re-learning, and Loki melts into him with a shocked whimper that shatters Thor’s mind thoroughly.
Not much more is said for a few long moments as they wrap themselves around each other and lose themselves to kissing. It’s making Thor lightheaded, the weight of Loki in his lap, in his arms, his soft lips and warm mouth, so familiar and so beloved.
It feels, inexplicably, like coming upon that last stretch of road leading home.
It feels, also, like he’s going to come if Loki keeps grinding down on his cock in those slow, sensual circles, purring away like a well-tuned riding skiff.
“We can’t fuck on this chair,” Thor says in a rare moment of clarity in which Loki isn’t kissing him. Loki instead has his attention focused on Thor’s neck, where he must be painting the night sky in bruises on Thor’s skin.
“Oh, there’s an idea,” Loki says, emerging to grin at Thor mischievously. “Remember how we used to joke about fucking on Asgard’s throne?”
“They were just jokes—”
“Well,” Loki continues, grinding down at an angle that makes Thor throw his head back, gasping, “this is much comfier than Hlidskjalf, and I’m positively aching to get your cock in me.”
He flutters his eyelashes at Thor. “I just don’t think I’ll make it to the bedroom,” he sighs dramatically.
“I can never let Korg sit in this again,” Thor says, strained. “We’ll have to burn it.” Despite himself, the thought of fucking Loki here, in the middle of his living room, with the lights on and the windows creaked open to let in a breeze, makes him feel wild with lust. His cock aches to be inside Loki, but most of all it just aches. He needs to get it out of his pants before his circulation cuts off.
“We can just move it to your bedroom, afterwards,” Loki says, a sly smile on his face. He knows he’s won.
“You’re an absolute menace,” Thor groans. “Please take my pants off before my cock detaches from my body.”
“Yes, dear,” Loki says, and with a wave of his hand, their clothes dissolve in a shimmer of green light.
“Oh, Norns,” Thor hisses through his teeth as the folds of Loki’s very wet cunt slide against his over-warm cock.
“Gods,” Loki gasps, and suddenly his cool blue skin is draped against Thor’s front, nothing at all between their skin, the head of Thor’s cock nudging against the lips of Loki’s opening. Their arms wrap around each other, hands hungrily roving to feel skin, to map out all the places that used to be so familiar. They find landmarks and old, well-trodden paths, greeting each other’s bodies with a profound sense of relief.
Thor rubs his fingers against the ridges on Loki’s skin, the raised kin-lines that mark his heritage. Loki’s skin is a sea that he has circumnavigated a thousand times over, but each journey is no less important than the last. And Thor means to study the topography of Loki’s body thoroughly, again, when they have time.
For now, though, Thor hauls Loki in for a bruising kiss, biting at his lips and shivering with satisfaction as Loki shudders in his lap. Thor can feel him leaking.
“You’re so wet,” Thor laughs, swelling with delight, rubbing his beard against Loki’s neck.
Loki says nothing, only spreads his legs wider and pants loudly, hands scrabbling at Thor’s back and tugging, sharp and insistent, at his hair.
Thor keeps a hand around Loki’s waist and another on his hip, making sure he doesn’t tip over as he drags his mouth down Loki’s neck, licking at his collarbone and then lower. He takes one of Loki’s nipples, peaking in the cold and flushed the prettiest, darkest shade of purple, between his teeth.
The effect is nothing less than magic: Loki cries out, wailing, and Thor lifts him up and lets him sink down onto his cock as he flicks the point of his tongue insistently against that delectable bud.
“Thor,” Loki whimpers, sounding wrecked, clinging to Thor. Thor thinks he can feel Loki’s overwhelmed tears against his shoulder as he sinks down, Thor’s cock cleaving deeper into him, and then deeper still. Loki’s cock, thick and heavy, twitches between them, leaving slick against their bellies.
When they’re joined as far as they are able, they pause, resting, finding their bearings. Thor moans to feel Loki’s exquisite, wet heat pulsing around his cock. He keeps one arm around Loki’s waist while the other moves in slow strokes, gently scratching Loki’s back the way Thor’s knows he likes.
It sets Loki off into another round of purring, cunt clenching restlessly around Thor’s cock as he arches his back into Thor’s nails.
“Could stay here forever,” Loki mumbles, setting his teeth to Thor’s shoulder and chewing lazily. “Gods, I’ve always loved your cock.” His eyelids flutter and he moans softly, grinding down on Thor.
“Want to keep you here forever, always on my cock where you belong,” Thor mumbles, only half-aware of what he’s saying. He sets his hands on Loki’s waist and guides him into riding Thor in a steady rhythm. Loki clutches at Thor and breathes heavily against his face, biting at his mouth as Thor’s cock drives into him. It’s intoxicating, being able to drive Loki to speechlessness. Their pleasures echo each other, Thor’s cock punching delicious noises out of Loki while Loki’s cunt milks filth from Thor’s mouth.
“This is all you need, isn’t it,” Thor growls, taking hold of Loki’s ass and pounding up into him. “No gold, no kingdom, no realm, just a cock in your tight little cunt and you’re happy.”
“You absolute fool,” Loki chokes out, half-delirious with pleasure, “I can’t believe you’re just realizing that.”
Loki comes the first time just riding Thor, their foreheads pressed together and their mouths too slack with pleasure to do anything but brush against each other.
Thor spreads his legs and keeps his feet planted on the floor, trying not to jerk his hips into Loki’s as he comes down from his orgasm.
When Loki withdraws from Thor’s cock, Thor grits his teeth against the cold air.
He’s too dazed, too lost in his haze of desperation, to realize what Loki’s doing until he’s turned around, his back to Thor, and is sitting back down on Thor’s cock.
Thor’s hands immediately hook under Loki’s knees, driving Loki down deep onto his cock and plastering his chest to Loki’s back.
Loki laughs breathlessly, then moans as Thor’s hand wraps around his cock, still hard and leaking.
“Oh, this second one isn’t going to take long at all…” Loki gasps, hands gripping Thor’s arms tight.
“Nnngh,” Thor responds eloquently, face pressed against the crook of Loki’s neck.
“Come on, darling, fuck me like the beast I know you are,” Loki croons, reaching around to scratch at Thor’s scalp.
Thor needs no other encouragement; he snaps his hips up into Loki’s sopping cunt, blind with lust, feeling feral from it. And Loki, he takes it, delights in it, in Thor’s raw strength and the sparks of lightning that sizzle where Thor’s skin touches his.
They come within seconds of each other, Loki tipping over the edge first, the spasms of his cunt sending Thor falling after him, spilling deep inside.
Thor leans heavily against the chair, taking Loki with him as they catch their breaths. It feels good just to have Loki in his arms, Loki’s skin against his, his cock nestled in Loki’s warmth.
They doze, lazy, until Loki finds the wherewithal to clean themselves of spend with a wave of his hand. Then he wriggles around in Thor’s lap, slightly sticky with dried sweat, until they’re facing each other again.
“Hello,” Loki says, lazy and smug, snuggling up against Thor. Thor presses a kiss to the tips of his horns, then the space between them, cuddling Loki up against his chest.
“So,” Thor says, “just to recap. No throne, no power, no kingdom. Asgard’s population is about a thousand people. We don’t really even own our land; I’m still trying to figure it out—”
“Thor,” Loki says, sleepily dragging a hand to cover Thor’s mouth, “shut up.
Thor sucks a few of Loki’s fingers into his mouth and chews on them thoughtfully.
“You really don’t care,” Thor says, stroking Loki’s side.
“Never did,” Loki says, eyes still closed. “Couldn’t let you think I liked you just for you, though.”
“Of course,” Thor says, huffing out a laugh. He hauls Loki into his arms and stands up. Loki jerks, his horns scratching Thor’s cheeks, but he holds on and curls in close.
“Are you staying the night?” Thor asks when they’re at the threshold of his bedroom.
Loki cracks his eyes open and glares sleepily at Thor. He looks like a very disgruntled kitten, and Thor has to lean down and kiss him, which Loki accepts with a grumble.
“Guess that’s a yes,” Thor says.
He gets them both tucked into bed, Loki clinging to him all the while. He’s reminded of a hundred other nights like this one, except that Loki had never let Thor see this side of him, choosing instead to stumble into bed on unsteady legs rather than let Thor carry him. It’s a pleasant, if confusing, surprise.
Thor is tracing lines down Loki’s back, caged by his long limbs, trying to fall asleep but too wound up to do so. Then, Loki speaks, startling Thor.
“You were the first one I thought of, you know,” Loki murmurs, his voice loud in the darkness of the room. “When the snap happened. I saw my father turn into dust before me and the only thing I could feel was fear that you had disappeared too.”
Thor feels his breath catch in his throat, not because he’d felt the same, but because he hadn’t.
He hadn’t thought about Loki, hadn’t spared him a thought at all.
When he confesses as much, more hesitant than he’s ever been in his life, Loki only laughs.
“Of course not,” Loki murmurs against Thor’s shoulder. “Hey, no, not like that. You lost everything, Thor. You were grieving. I don’t blame you.”
He strokes Thor’s face and turns it towards him.
“I don’t blame you for thinking you’d lost everything,” he says. “I’m here to remind you that you haven’t.”
“Stay,” Thor says, exhausted, curling into Loki. “Stay here.”
“I will,” Loki says. “I’m here.”
--
Thor wakes up, as he does these days, to the crow of the rooster that refuses to leave its roost on his roof. He can’t have slept more than four hours, but he feels wide-eyed and alert as soon as he opens his eyes.
Beside him, Loki is visible only as a set of horns peeking out from under the blanket. Even that is a pleasant surprise—Loki had always woken up before Thor, no matter now late they’d fallen into bed.
The rooster crows again, and Loki twitches, burrowing deeper into bed until only the very tips of his horns poking out.
Norns, he’s adorable, Thor thinks, resisting the urge to put his mouth on those little nubs. He feels effusive, giddy, full of sunshine because of last night. Because of the slow, quiet dawn, and the reality of Loki in his bed, unguarded in his sleep.
When the rooster crows one more time, Loki makes a noise of frustration and the cock-a-doodle-doo cuts off midway in an undignified squawk.
Loki’s head pops up from under the blanket to glare at Thor blearily.
“What did you do to my rooster?” Thor asks, giving into the urge to kiss Loki’s horns. He gathers Loki up into his arms for good measure, reaching under the blankets to run his hands along cool skin.
“He lived a good life,” Loki says ominously, but doesn’t try to pry himself from Thor’s hold, though he does start squawking like a rooster when Thor tries to leave the bed.
“What are you doing,” Loki hisses. His hands have Thor’s arms in a death-grip.
“It’s the morning,” Thor says, pressing an apologetic kiss to Loki’s forehead. “I have work to do.”
“The sun’s barely risen,” Loki groans. “Stay in bed.”
“Oh, wow, this is surreal, honestly,” Thor says, “but I do have to go. The fishermen get up this early and I like to be there to see them off.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Loki says, flailing as Thor extracts himself from Loki’s limbs. “You’re ridiculous. I take it back, I liked you better when you were an irresponsible, spoiled princeling. This can’t be happening. Thor.”
Thor manages to pull himself away, hopping out of bed as Loki sits up and gives him a look of pure despair at his betrayal.
“Go back to bed,” Thor soothes, brushing Loki’s hair away from his face and tucking the strands behind his ear. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“I’ll go with you,” Loki mumbles, wrapping a hand around Thor’s wrist.
“You sure?” Thor asks.
Loki nods, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm. He's so...unguarded. It makes Thor’s heart flutter.
“Should see what I’m to be consort of,” Loki says, even as he tucks the blanket tighter around himself and flops back onto the pillows.
--
Eventually, Thor does get Loki out of bed with him, and the sunrise sees Thor prodding him gently along down the road to the wharf. They spend the morning doing Thor’s rounds, checking in on the artisans and laborers, inspecting the fishing boats, the children in the daycare, the seamstresses at their looms. Most of the Aesir have integrated well with Midgardian society, but there are those who prefer to keep to their little pocket of Asgard. It’s up to Thor to cater to both.
Thor introduces Loki to Brunnhilde, who only nods warily at Loki before giving Thor a list of things that needs to be doing. Thor pockets the list and promises to get to them after lunch.
“Glad you got back home all right,” Thor says, giving her a significant nod.
“Got a ride,” is all she says, though she give him a wink before she shoos him away.
“I don’t think she likes me much,” Loki says.
“We were at war with Jotunheim in her time,” Thor shrugs. “She’ll warm up to you.”
Loki hums under his breath, but says nothing else.
Thor can feel Loki’s eyes on him as they make their way back to Thor’s little cottage. He’d been quiet for most of the morning, though that may just have been his apprehension at being the lone Jotun in a town full of Aesir. He’d never been like that on Asgard, though. Loki wasn’t one to be cowed by such things.
Thor is unlocking the front door, jiggling his hand fruitlessly—the key always gets stuck, and he should talk to a locksmith about it—but Loki’s suspicious silence is getting too much.
“If you have something to say—”
Loki steps up to him and Thor is being kissed, deeply and thoroughly. Loki’s hand settles on the side of his neck, thumb brushing against his jaw.
Oh, Thor thinks, hazy pleasure suffusing through him, so that’s what that feels like.
“I can't believe you smell like fish, and I still need you to get me into bed and ravish me,” Loki says, breathless.
It’s just one confusing, pleasant surprise after another, with Loki. Thor is only too happy to oblige.
As soon as he gets the door open.