Chapter 2
Thor's breath left him, and he was caught frozen in place as he stared at the pale man. Piercing emerald eyes stared back, waiting for Thor's reaction.
Loki was just as beautiful as he remembered. His inked skin was swathed loosely in a leather jacket, new piercings ornamented his already decorated body and though he hadn’t meant to, Thor's eyes lingered on the soft pink scars clearly visible even from their distance.
Everything Thor had planned, all the scenarios he'd played over and over in his head over the last five years, escaped him. And now he was finally standing in front of the man he had so desperately chased and it didn't feel real, as if any minute he would wake up in his car, back in El Paso.
A knot formed in Thor's chest, a massive ball of emotions that mixed rage and relief and hate and love and he couldn't tell them apart.
The ex cop closed the space between them in a few steps and before Loki could react, Thor swung his fist, catching the thin man on his cheek with a satisfying sound. When Loki's body twisted from the force, Thor grabbed Loki by the neck and slammed him back against the wall, unable to stop himself he crashed their mouths together in a brutal kiss.
“Mm!” Loki moaned into the kiss, tears springing from his eyes as Thor held him tighter around the neck. His cheek throbbed, but it only served to arouse him further, hands greedily moving up behind Thor’s head, undoing the band that kept his hair back. With the golden hair loose, Loki wound his fingers tight in it, crying into their kiss when Thor nipped harshly at his lower lip, making him bleed. So Loki bit back, and groaned as he tasted Thor’s blood on his tongue. They separated and Loki looked into Thor’s eyes, seeing hatred and rage there, but felt his lust down below.
“I've missed you, Thor.” Loki whispered breathily, staying still beneath the hand on his throat. The blond was breathing heavily out his nose, furious and his grip tightened for a moment. Loki's eyes rolled back slightly, and he sagged, holding onto the massive man. Then the grip was loosened, and he could breathe again. “I thought you might give up on me. I thought perhaps you didn't love me as much as I loved you... That it wasn't enough to keep chasing me.”
"My hate is what kept me chasing you." Thor corrected immediately, growling out the half truth. "You left me heartbroken and bleeding!" He grabbed Loki's hand and pushed his own shirt up to press the smaller man's cold fingers against the deep scar on his side the bullet had left.
The older man's breath hitched despite himself when Loki's fingers traced the mark on their own.
"I gave up everything to hunt you down." Thor took a step back, dropping Loki's hand and putting space between them again, needing to recollect himself. "ALL I could think about was hurting you as much as you hurt me. More than."
Loki closed the space again, his hand going under Thor’s shirt to feel the scar again, his eyes closing. Everything about it made him shiver in pleasure.
“I didn't want to hurt you like that, but I had to get away.” Loki said, kissing him. Thor didn't step away, so Loki kissed him again, deeper. “But now you're here, Thor. You'll never have to chase me again.”
He pulled him tight to his body, hands tangling in his long hair.
“You look so handsome... God, I've missed you.” Whispered the tattooed man. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to stay hidden during the times you were only a few feet away from me, daddy? All I wanted was to be in your arms again. When the bruises faded and the cuts healed... I felt so naked.”
Thor felt the hard mix of lust that had he had not felt since last with the dark haired man and the desire to finally end his war-path with a knife to Loki's chest. Honestly, the two were so indiscernible from each other that it didn't matter.
The fire Loki had so easily lit within him only grew with him touching and tangling and feeling, and Thor felt the dam he'd held back finally began to crack.
He twisted a fist in his long black hair, yanking his head back to expose his still bare neck. Faint scars peppered his skin, and Thor could recall each and every one of them. He licked one slowly, then without warning bit down hard enough to break skin and ripped a cry from Loki.
That sound was so sorely missed and Thor could feel his cock hardening already. With another growl, Thor grabbed Loki by the hips and shoved him towards the cushioned bench behind them.
"Take your fucking clothes off," he ordered, stripping his own jacket and shirt.
Loki looked up at the camera and knew in the control room, Hogun was shutting off the feeds and audio to the room, giving them privacy. Stripping, Loki stood, naked, obediently looking at the ground. As much as he wanted to look at Thor's face, he knew he would be able to in a few moments.
The bite on his neck and the bruise forming on his cheek were throbbing slightly.
“Wait.” The punk said suddenly, and swiftly walked to the door he had entered before Thor could snarl at him, and reached out far enough to grab the knife off the table. Closing the door, he stood with it behind him and walked back in front of Thor.
“Here, daddy.” Loki said, and held out the beautiful knife for the larger man. It had a deep blue marble handle, and was gold gilded up to the hilt. It was honestly more of a dagger than anything. And it belonged in Thor’s hands. Loki had specially picked it out for him. “It's a present for you.”
Thor looked from Loki to the knife, then back. Hesitantly, he took the offered blade, fingers gently grazing along its sharp edges as he turned it over in his hand. It was beautifully made, heavy, and the cold metal had the effect it always did.
In a swift motion, Thor had the blade pressed up against Loki's neck, already drawing blood in a thin line where it met the soft skin.
He watched as Loki swallowed, but not out of fear.
"Thank you, 'baby'." His words still were bitter and spat out in anger. Thor could cut his throat, so easily. He could end this and walk away. He should have. But Instead, Thor drew the knife downwards, cutting skin as he made a trail down his collarbone to Loki's chest.
"I should plunge this into your fucking heart." Thor pressed the point of the blade hard, piercing Loki's skin easier than expected. He looked down to watch the blood drip, and stopped when he saw where once was bare skin over his heart was now a new tattoo.
Of Mjölnir.
Loki’s hands clenched at his sides as he tried to stay still. Gasping when the point was pushed into him hard, he fell back onto the bench, leaning against the wall. The cuts were beading with blood, but the shallow stab wound was dripping.
“You should.” He said breathily. “It would make your life so much easier if you just kill me right now.”
Thor's eyes flickered back up to Loki's. He was open, not fighting, and completely vulnerable for Thor to do it. He was giving Thor a chance to make good on his threat.
The dagger pressed harder, drawing more blood and a soft grunt from Loki.
But, Thor couldn't make himself go any deeper. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Loki's.. from his lover's.
God damn him- Thor couldn't do it.
"Why did I have to fall in love with you?"
He pulled Loki into a kiss, less punishing but still just as hard. He took the time to savor the taste he had missed so much, the dance their tongues did along teeth and broken lips.
Thor pressed his body against Loki's, moving the knife as he did. Loki's hands wrapped around Thor's shoulders and neck almost immediately, returning the kiss with an equal hunger.
But just because Thor couldn't bring himself to kill the man he was still in love with, didn't mean he wasn't still going to make him pay.
Loki moaned into the kiss, tears falling from his eyes.
“I love you so much.” He whimpered when Thor pushed him back against the bench. He shivered as Thor forcefully undid the belt around his hips, and Loki turned around, putting his hands on the bench, presenting his ass to Thor. “Daddy, you have five years of punishment to make up.”
It was without warning when Thor whipped his ass with the belt. Loki screamed loudly- it had been so, so, so long since anyone had done it to him. He knew his ass still had scars from when Thor whipped him before.
“Ooooh! Daddy!” Loki cried, sobbing against the wall. “I love you!”
The blond wasn't holding anything back, and Loki knew he was bleeding.
Each lash brought Thor more and more satisfaction, each whimpering word and shuddering sob he whipped out of the smaller man was more erotic than he ever remembered it being.
As his lust grew to molten proportions, Thor didn't slow, even when Loki's hands scratched against the wall trying to grab on to anything.
When he finally stopped, Thor was out of breath, panting with desire. Loki's ass was already bruising deep purples and blues and cuts that would guarantee the little punk wouldn't be able to sit for a week.
Thor lowered the belt, instead grabbing one of Loki's marked cheeks and making the smaller man jump. He smeared the blood that had beaded from where the skin had broken open, and he pulled his hand back to deliver a hard smack.
The large palm of Thor's hand struck both cheeks at once, and Loki yelped out hoarsely. He spanked him several more times until Loki's sobs were wracked with silent yells.
Thor turned Loki, forcing him to sit flat against the canvas material of the cushion. Loki's face was red and tear-streaked, his eyes glassy and hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks.
"Beautiful.." Thor whispered under his breath. Thor leaned in for a kiss, but when Loki did too, Thor pulled away, smirking. The ex cop wasn't done. No not until Loki's neck matched his ass.
He snatched up the belt again, deftly wrapping it around Loki's neck and pulling it tight, leash and collar style as he had done the first time. He stood up and tugged hard, forcing Loki off the bench and onto the ground.
"Crawl, slut." The ordered and walked him to a large painting hanging on the wall. He dropped the belt and dismounted the heavy frame and haphazardly put it to the side. He wanted the hook it was hanging on.
Thor picked the belt back up, rapidly making Loki stand in front of him as he reached up and hooked it. It left Loki very little ability to breathe, making the smaller man had to stand on the tips of his toes and even then, Loki would not be able to catch a proper breath.
Thor watched him struggle for a few seconds while he finally rid himself of the last of his own clothing. His cock was throbbing with need and he stroked it slowly watching Loki gasp and writhe.
"I've waited so long to do this to you." He purred and stood in front of him. "And if your hands go anywhere near your dick I'm going to break them." He slid his hands behind Loki to grab his ass again, earning a struggled whine of pain before he picked him up, wrapping the thin man's legs around his waist.
The tension on the belt was laxed just enough for Loki to gasp in breath, and Thor rubbed his cock between battered cheeks. "I've missed you, so much," Thor kissed him, tasting sweat and saliva on his lips.
Despite his pain and the fogginess in his brain from lack of oxygen, those sweet words rang clearly and his heart jumped in his chest at them.
“I've missed you too, daddy.” Loki cooed, head dropping back as Thor teased his entrance. Sweat and blood coated the thick cock between his cheeks, and he wanted more. The best he could do was place his hands on Thor’s shoulders, for leaning forward would've choked him more and dammit, he wasn't about to pass out before seeing his lover’s face enter him for the first time in five years.
“Tell me there was no one else.” Loki begged, his pretty face covered in tears. “Tell me you were loyal too.”
Thor felt another warmth pervade his chest when Loki asked.
Too? Had Loki kept his promise?
Thor shook his head. "Never. How could I take anyone after you." Thor couldn't bring himself to even entertain the idea of bedding someone else after Loki. Even on the loneliest nights, Thor's company had only and always been the memories with him.
Thor pressed just the tip into Loki's unprepared hole, feeling him stretch with resistance before pulling out again.
"Did you keep your promise?"
Loki threw his head back, trying to push down slightly to take more of Thor in. The burn felt so good. He missed Thor so much, and to have him... Tears fell from his face again.
“I belong to Thor Odinson.” He cried. “I'm yours- I belong to you. No matter what happens, I belong to you. No one has touched me since I left, and all I had was the memories and scars of you.”
Thor’s head pushed further in him at that and Loki gasped, choking around the belt as he slumped a bit against the wall, wanting more.
“Look, daddy.” Loki lifted his arm with the runes. “Your name is on me. I'm yours.”
Thor read the runes, the warmth taking a fiery turn when he saw it. His name, permanent on the man's skin. Thor's brand. His mark.
Of all the things Loki had lied about, Thor believed him completely on this, and he pinned Loki fully against the wall and kissed him again.
Thor didn't press up against him, instead letting him slip down slowly to impale him on his cock and tightening the makeshift noose at the same time. Thor felt Loki gasp as it did, still struggling to kiss Thor and breathe.
But Thor gave a guttural moan when he entered Loki's heat, face contorting in sheer pleasure as his tightness enveloped his large cock. He didn't stop losing Loki until he was seated to the hilt, staying there to enjoy the feeling of being inside Loki again.
"Fuck you feel so good," Thor kissed Loki again, harder to take any breath Loki was still able to get.
Loki nearly came at the sight of Thor’s face, his orgasm just beneath the surface as Thor fully impaled him on his cock. Already, he was getting too short of breath, and his eyes were rolling back into his head when Thor started thrusting into him. Of all the things he had wanted, it was this close intimacy again. It hurt so badly, with Thor going in nearly dry, and the fact that Loki hadn't gotten any sex toys with the same girth as Thor.
“I'm gonna cum-” He gasped out when Thor started to rut into him hard. The tattooed man’s eyes rolled fully back, his vision darkening as the belt was tightened around his neck even more. It felt so good to have Thor with him, in him, around him. He was so happy. As he fainted from the lack of oxygen, a smile was on his face.
Thor didn't stop, even when Loki's body slumped against the wall pulling the belt ever tighter. The larger man leaned in to kiss his reddened lips hard, making sure to break the skin again and tasting blood.
Thor braced a hand on the wall beside Loki's head, grunting unabashed as he rutted into Loki. He had missed the power, the complete domination, the ability to make Loki suffer and knowing Loki wanted it.
It was too much and Thor was cumming hard deep inside the unconscious man.
The belt was freed from the hook and Thor kept Loki up, letting him slump against his chest when the strap had finally loosened.
He took Loki to one of the many couches surrounding them, laying him down gently and only then actually pulling out of the smaller man. He checked the pulse, just to be certain.
He was still very much alive, and Thor's fingers instead traveled the rapidly bruising mark now on Loki's neck.
"Wake up," Thor said softly, kissing his cheek to coax him back to consciousness.
Loki groaned as he woke up, his head fuzzy and his body aching.
Was it all a dream?
He opened his eyes, grunting as they took a moment to focus. Then Thor’s face was clearly in view and Loki smiled up at him.
“You're really here, my love.” He rasped, bringing a hand up to Thor’s face. Then his own scrunched up in tears. “I'm sorry.”
Sobbing, Loki apologized over and over again. For shooting him, for leaving him, for falling in love with him. Thor didn't deserve any of it, but Loki knew if Thor left, he would for.
Thor shushed Loki. Of course the larger man was still angry.. he would be for a long time.. but the driving rage that had fueled him to chase Loki hadn't been out of hate as much as he had tried to believe it was.
It didn't make sense, but he still loved Loki.. he didn't know how he could after all he had done to him, but he did.
Thor held Loki close as he cried into his massive shoulder, closing his eyes and stroking his hair and moved to sit on the couch as well, cradling the smaller man in his arms as he did.
In this moment, Thor didn't want to think if this was another trap, another elegantly acted lie. He had been alone for five years, had ached too hard and had missed Loki too much.
He just wanted Loki back. His Loki.
As Loki quieted in Thor's arms, the larger man couldn't help but wonder what the fuck to do next. He never thought this far ahead, never thought passed finding Loki and confronting him and now that he had.. Thor didn't know what to do.
“I'm tired, daddy.” Loki whispered, loosening the belt around his neck to drop it to the floor. At that moment, the door opened and Volstagg walked in, holding a blanket. “Thank you, Volstagg. Volstagg, Thor. Thor, Volstagg.”
He felt Thor’s arms tense, but Loki accepted the blanket regardless, covering both of them with it.
“Carry me to my room?” Loki asked with big eyes. “Volstagg will show you the way. I want to sleep in your arms tonight.”
Thor eyed the red headed man, instantly recognizing him as one of the men that invaded the beach house. He should have expected Loki wouldn't be alone, but he was surprised nonetheless to see him.
How many others were here behind closed doors?
Thor looked from Loki, back up to Vostagg when he stood with Loki in his arms. The red head didn't say a word as he turned around and walked out of the room, expecting Thor to follow, which, after a long moment he did. He was acutely aware he was leaving his guns, but he paused long enough to swipe the dagger he'd left before exiting the room. It might not do much against a gun but it was better than nothing.
Thor followed Volstagg up a wide staircase, taking in just how massive this mansion was. It looked large from the outside, but inside? It was like a maze of rooms and halls and tall ceilings.
They were led to a room near the end of the hall with double doors, of which Volstagg opened for them to walk in.
It was another massive room, with large windows overlooking the snowy forests. A huge bed lay against one wall, a fireplace adjacent to it with a fire already crackling lowly inside. Thor hesitated entering, turning to the door until Volstagg got the hint and closed it.
“No one is going to hurt you here, Thor.” Loki grunted as he was laid on the bed. He flipped over onto his stomach, wincing in pain. It was cold in the room, but the thought of any fabric on his tender bottom made tears well in his eyes.
He looked at Thor, noting the man had lost a bit of weight. Loki would have to fix that, he thought. The knife was still in his hands, and Loki sighed. Five years of tracking and hunting. It had been somewhat fun for Loki, but his heart ached at the sight of how bedraggled Thor looked.
“Was there really no one else?” He asked softly, sighing when Thor sat next to him on the bed, stroking through his hair. Loki had grown it out a bit, no longer having a side shaven. “I worried so many nights that perhaps.... Someone who is more worthy of you would come along.”
"There was no room for anyone else." Thor said softly, twirling a lock of black hair between his fingers. "I couldn't get you out of my head..so it didn't matter if someone tried. I didn't care." He answered honestly, meeting Loki's tired gaze.
Loki looked healthier, despite the fresh bruises and cuts, and Thor found he liked that he'd grown his hair out fully. He took in a long slow breath, taking in the subtle scent of his lover, aching to nearly tears having missed this exact thing.
The quiet of the room was only accompanied by the occasional crackle of the fire.
"I gave you my heart Loki.."
“And I've given you mine, Thor.” Loki replied, knowing what Thor meant. All those long days, months, and years being chased, Loki never once stopped loving him. His heart fluttered at the mere thought of Thor, and with him here, Loki's chest wouldn't stop thumping. He took the hand that was gently stroking his hair and brought it to his lips, kissing gently, letting Thor toy with his lip ring with one of his fingers.
“Do you like my new additions?” He asked, and turned slightly to show off the tattoo that had caused Thor to pause. “I wanted something of you on me. Your name wasn't enough. I wish... I wish I was a blank slate so all of this ink was your doing.”
Thor couldn't help the soft smile, and he slowly traced the hammer tattooed to Loki's chest. It was almost identical to the one Thor had on his shoulder, which unexpected pleased the larger man even more.
"I get to mark you in other ways," Thor pointed out, thumb brushing against the cut in the center of the hammer. "Besides.... it gives me more to explore on you.."
Thor shivered, pulling the blanket over him and Loki, despite the smaller man wincing when it brushed against him. Thor couldn't say he was sorry about it, and with a smirk he kissed Loki.
It had been a long time since Thor had slept in a bed that hadn't felt like stone, or his car. He was exhausted, but he pushed off the tugs of sleep.
Thor cupped the back of Loki's neck, his smile fading slightly.
"I won't wake to you gone, will I?"
“Never again.” Loki promised. “You will always wake with me in your arms, or nearby. I promise you that.”
He reached out and touched Thor’s face.
“You know I keep my promises.” He whispered. “I love you, and this is right where I want to be.”
That seemed to soothe Thor enough to lull the man into a deep sleep. Loki thumbed a high cheekbone, noting how tired his lover looked. Guilt gnawed at him, thinking he should've paid for Thor to stay in good hotels, but it would've ruined the chase.
Just think... Five long torturous years, and Thor still loved him. Loki grunted as he turned onto his side, cuddling into Thor, a grateful tear slipping onto the pillow as he did. He would hurt like hell in the morning, but as long as he was in Thor’s arms, it would soothe all of the pain.