Chapter 3
LONDON
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“Hela?” Called the man from the room over. A pale, tall woman with black hair stood up and answered by entering into the office. “Are you packed?”
“Yes, father.” She replied. Her father was sitting in his chair, looking over a printed report. Flipping through it one last time, the man flicked it into the fireplace beside him, watching it burn. Hela watched it too, for she had not been dismissed by the man. Turning, Laufey looked at her. She was his younger child, and had always stuck close to home. Like her older brother, she had inherited Laufey’s thick black hair, and his height. However, she looked more like his second wife in every other aspect.
“You'll take care of your brother, right?” He asked. She nodded, saying she would. “He's doing our family proud with the expansion. However, I feel he's becoming too distracted with that little toy of his.”
Hela nodded. She agreed and thought the same. Loki had prattled and on and on about the blond ex-cop when she had called him a few weeks ago. How he was close and his hints were getting harder to place. The woman had to admit it was all a big fun game of cat and mouse, but Loki had a bigger mission to focus on.
“Don't dissuade him entirely- it makes him happy. Lord knows what happens when he isn't happy.” Laufey said with a roll of his eyes. His son, the light of his life, was a very voracious complainer. This Thor character made him happy, and a happy Loki produced better results. A distracted Loki, however, was unacceptable.
“I will make sure everything stays on track, father.” She assured him. He nodded, then leaned forward slightly. It was her cue to kiss him on the cheek and leave the office.
As she left their family home and into a taxi, she opened her phone to see she had a text from her brother.
Loki: He's here.
Hela looked at it and smiled. Good. Now she knew she could get to work as soon as she landed.
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Taneleer looked at the wall, where a smear of brown, dried blood was. The heavy painting was very luckily unharmed. There were several more drops of blood on the ground. The two men had left their discarded clothing on the floor, and what very clearly looked like semen was at the base of the wall, on the floor.
“Oh, er- man, what a party.” En Dwi commented, a smile on his face as he looked at the scene from the door. “We, uhh, we should get in on that next time.”
His brother looked at him and with a disgusted expression turned back to examine the painting.
“I'm not sure I understand his obsession with pain.” Taneleer said. “Haven't you noticed he likes it when he gets a paper cut and bleeds?”
En Dwi nodded, bending down to dip his finger in the blood. They had seen the tall blond carry a very visibly bruised and bleeding Loki down the hallway to the man’s room.
“And his... ‘daddy’...” Taneleer sneered. “He gives him as much pain as he can imagine. That belt over there... He must've hung it on the hook. This hook can hold up to 200 pounds. Loki let him hang him.”
En Dwi’s brows raised, and his grin got wider.
“I'm beginning to have reservations, brother.” Said the white haired sibling. “If Laufey’s help and surprise isn't... acceptable... we may have to withdraw support of our friend.”
“Aw... But I rather like the little guy.” En Dwi said, but nodded all the same. “You're right.”
The younger brother scoffed.
“Of course I am.”
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Thor woke late into the day, having slept so hard he was disoriented when he did. The fire had long since gone out, but it was calm, quiet, and Loki was curled up in his arms, still sleeping. He'd kept his promise and stayed..
It still didn't feel real.. finding Loki, confronting him, none of it went how he thought it would have, and yet... part of Thor was elated this was how it did.
Thor softly drew his fingers on Loki's cheek, barely touching him to not rouse the smaller man from sleep.
He didn't trust Loki.. not after everything, and he still hadn't forgiven him, but even those weren't strong enough to stop the man's affection.
He'd missed his baby..
With an equally soft kiss to Loki's forehead, Thor withdrew from the large bed, sitting on the edge of it and looking around.
The sun shone through drawn curtains, casting the room in a soft golden glow. Birds chirped outside the window. He walked around aimlessly, looking at the various things Loki had in the room.
He knew Loki had been barely off the streets when he met him.. had he really been sitting on this level of finances? Another lie to sell the bigger one?
Thor supposed it didn't really matter now..
He found the adjoining bathroom. The marble was cold under his bare feet.
It was just as ornate as the room before, large and luxurious, and decorated in white marble, with dark green towels hanging on the rack by the stone-laid shower.
Thor turned the hot water of the sink on, washing his face and running it through his hair. He looked at the mirror, for owning slightly at himself.
What was he doing?
What did he plan to do next? He didn't even know where his clothes were, and he was pretty sure his car would have been raised for any of the other weapons he'd kept there. Thor knew he couldn't stay. He wouldn't.. but... maybe he could convince Loki to give up this path and come back home with him.
The sound of water roused Loki from sleep, and he reached out, but couldn't feel Thor.
“Daddy?” He called out, wincing as it hurt his throat. Thor came out of the bathroom, water dripping from his face. Loki smiled in relief at seeing him. He was taken back into those strong arms, shivering as a droplet of water fell onto him. “I was afraid I'd dreamed it all... That maybe I got the shit beaten out of me and my mind was making believe it was your hands touching me instead...”
Speaking of getting beaten, his body ached. It hurt to stretch out, and to breathe too deeply lest he hurt his throat. The cuts were all scabbed over, and his ass throbbed inside and out. But he loved it and had missed it.
“Can I have my phone?” Loki pointed to the nightstand and Thor handed it to him. He unlocked it and called Hogun. “Yes. Yes, we will be taking our meals in our room. No, no disturbances. I'm sure you've informed the others?... Good.”
Loki hung up. That's why he enjoyed calling Hogun- the man wasn't chatty like Volstagg. And god forbid if Loki had to ever call En Dwi, for he knew that those conversations would last for years instead of minutes.
He set the phone down next to him and looked up at Thor, who was looking around the room.
“It's nice, isn't it?” He asked. “More ornate than the family mansion back in London, but it’s nice.”
Thor shook his head in mild disbelief as his gaze finally came back to Loki's.
"Have to be honest.. it's the last place I would have looked for you. But, luxury seems to suit you." And it did.. Loki looked completely in place with the silk sheets and large bed and calling others to do his bidding.
"Did the guns, drugs, or trafficking pay for it?"
Loki raised a brow at Thor's tone.
“I couldn't answer that- it's not my mansion.” He replied evenly. Of course he would have to battle Thor on this. “When I decide to purchase something like this, drugs and guns will pay for it.”
With a grunt, Loki sat up and looked at Thor.
“The human trafficking was a lie, love.” He said. “My family doesn't deal in selling flesh. If our associates do, that is their prerogative. However, we do not.”
The door opened and Hogun wheeled a cart in with food for them. Nodding at Loki, and casting a glance at Thor, he left the room and shut the door firmly behind him.
Thor watched until he heard the man's footsteps receding. He was mildly relieved to hear Loki didn't sell people, but it still didn't exonerate everything else.
"You've heard of guilt by association." Thor stood and went to the cart, knowing Loki would still be too sore to really get out of bed yet, and made him a plate. He piled it high just as he had done at the beach house, with eggs and bacon and fruit, and returned to the bed to give it to Loki.
"There's alternative ways to make money Loki, why does it have to be through this?"
“Fine and blurry lines mean a lot in this business, dear.” Loki replied, taking the plate, noting the massive portion again. It felt nice to not only be catered to, but taken care of again. When Thor sat next to him, Loki hesitated, then kissed him on the cheek.
“This is all I know how to do. And I grew up in it, around it...” He mumbled, picking up a grape and chewing it slowly. “If I don't do this, I won't be alive much longer.”
Pausing his eating, he watched Thor wolf down his food. His poor daddy, he must've been starving. Loki knew there were hardly any dining establishments that fed him the portion sizes he needed. When Thor’s eggs disappeared, Loki scraped more than half of the massive pile of his own onto the man’s plate.
“If you need more food, I'll make sure you get it, love.” He said, picking at his own plate. “You deserve rest and care.”
Thor hadn't realized how hungry he was until he had eaten, and when Loki gave him more he didn't refuse. It had been a while since he'd been full.
He took in Loki's words, about how this was all he knew to do, and that he would be dead if he didn't. Thor remembered Loki mentioning the 'family business',.. so he came from a line of organized criminals.
"You know I could have protected you, Loki. From your family, from yourself, if you had let me." Thor poured Loki some of the tea that had been steeping in the teapot. "I could have helped... I still can help." He said the last part softly.
“Oh, daddy...” Loki laughed, taking a sip of the tea. “You can't protect me from myself. Don't tell me that, okay? I don't need anymore false hope. Besides, I know what I've done. There is nothing you can do to protect me, not in the ways you know.”
He stroked the man’s cheek, smiling at him softly. How strange it all was, to have fallen so madly in love with the man in a few short weeks... And to be still so deeply in love with him. It was almost as if he had never known the feeling before. In fact, Loki knew he had never loved like he loved Thor before.
“I've missed you so much.” He said again. He kissed Thor gently. “Stay with me. Don't leave... Your life would be so comfortable with me. You'll never have to worry about anything.”
Searching Thor’s face for some answer, the sound of his door opening caused his head to whip in the direction.
“I said no disturbances.” He growled.
Hogun didn't react and only popped his head in.
“Yes, but you also told me to inform when she landed. And she's landed, boss.” Said the man. “Will you be meeting with her, or should I tell her tomorrow?”
Loki winced.
Damnit...
“Fuck.” He said aloud, rubbing a hand over his face, grimacing as he touched the bruise on his cheek. “I'll greet her in a bit.”
Turning to Thor, he smiled, and slowly got out of bed, hobbling to the wardrobe.
“Forgive me, my love. But my sister is here.” He said, struggling to sit and pull on a pair of soft, silky lounge pants.
"Your sister?" Thor sat forward, taking the mostly empty plates and replacing them on the tray.
"Didn't realize I was interrupting a reunion." But it did spark a bit of worry in the large blonde.
Part of the problem of not thinking passed the point of last night, was that he was even less prepared for anything that followed.
"Does she know I'm here?" Thor wasn't sure how the sister of a clearly-more-successful-than-Thor-thought criminal would handle knowing a cop was in their hideout mansion, fucking her brother.
Loki was putting a soft T-shirt on, and Thor stood and walked behind him, wrapping large arms around the younger's waist. The bruises on his neck were still visible, and very dark. It was impossible to miss them.
“Oh, she knows all about you, and yes, she knows you're here.” Loki replied, humming in contentment as Thor held him from behind. “You should probably come meet her.”
“Here, these should fit you.” Loki handed him a pair of lounge pants, which the man put on. “I'm afraid I don't have any shirts for you at the moment.”
Limping, Loki hobbled out the door, hand in hand with Thor. They made their way downstairs and to a different formal sitting room than the one Loki had met Thor in. Sitting on a couch inside, Hela was playing on her phone. As the door opened, she turned and huge smile graced her face. She was very beautiful.
“Loki!” She stood and threw her arms around her older brother, kissing his cheek. The woman didn't miss his limping, nor the bruising on his face and neck.
“What is this?” She asked in French. Loki rolled his eyes.
“My love has returned and reclaimed me.” He answered, then switched back to English. “This is Thor. Thor, this is my younger sister, Hela.”
The woman looked at the blond, ex-cop. He was very handsome, if a little rugged at the moment.
“So you're the one who's driven my brother crazy?” She asked, smiling, then frowned, looking at Loki’s injuries again. “I'll kill you if you hurt him beyond what he asks.”
Loki’s mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything, looking at Thor.
Thor held her gaze, hers darker than Loki's, but just as sharp.
His eyes narrowed just the slightest at her comment, and while he didn't doubt she would try to make good on her threat, it was still by far none of her business what he did or didn't do to Loki, regardless of being his sibling.
He was Thor's.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Hela." He said instead, expression unchanging.
Hela looked at him for a moment, and Loki only waited. She was having her fun, and if he interfered, it would only prolong it. He couldn't help the sigh he let out, however, when he saw a knife drop from her long sleeve into her hand. Stepping back, he let her pass him, and with a lightning fast move, Hela had the blade pressed against Thor's neck.
“I mean it, lover boy.” She hissed. “They'll never find your body.”
Thor's training jumped his thought and he knocked her hand away from him and snatched the wrist, twisting it. He almost grabbed for her throat in the sudden flair, but stopped himself, letting her wrist go immediately. This wasn't exactly a good first impression.
"I heard your threat the first time." He said lowly.
Loki’s mouth twitched as he saw Thor almost grab her throat. Then he recognized his feeling- it was jealousy.
“He's intense!” Hela cackled, picking up her dropped knife and sliding it back up her shirt sleeve. “Oh, what fun.”
Loki rolled his eyes.
“He might punish me for your little game.” Loki growled in French. “You don't know when to quit, you insufferable bitch.”
He said the last part in English and it got Thor’s attention.
“Punish you? Oh, that's right... he's your ‘papa', isn't he?” She giggled, and grabbed her brother in a hug. They were nearly the same height, with her being just a few centimeters shorter than him. “You've gotten fat.”
Loki huffed, and pushed off of him.
“I gained weight so Thor could cut deeper into me.” He replied, wagging the knife he had stolen from her sleeve. “I'll be taking this.”
“I don't want it back if you're going to use it for your weird sexcapades.” She said with a wrinkled nose. “I met our hosts while you took your sweet time in getting to me. They're very nice.”
Loki hummed and nodded.
“I need to rest for a day or so. Will you take over?” He asked, not bothering with French anymore. He so rarely used it that it was a bit unfamiliar to his tongue and he sometimes couldn't grasp words. Spanish had been more useful in California. Of course he understood his sister’s reasoning for using French- they would be dealing with Canadians soon.
“I'll be glad to, brother.” She replied, flashing a very white smile at him. “Father sends his love.”
“Oh, does he now?” Loki asked, as he began to limp away, taking Thor’s hand in his own “Be a good girl and don't get into trouble, Hela.”
She let out another maniacal cackle as they left the room. Loki sagged heavily against a wall, a light coating of sweat now apparent on his face. It hurt so badly to walk.
“There... You've met the tamest member of my family.” He panted.
Thor glanced back to Hela's retreating from. /That/ was tame?
"Tamest member of your family?.. are you intending on introducing me to everyone?" Thor had to genuinely ask.
He'd clearly dropped in the middle of something big, probably another massive gun and drug move, but Thor had never learned a lick of French. Even his Spanish was rusty.
When Thor looked back to Loki, he realized how exhausted e looked already. Without really thinking about it, Thor picked him up bridal style. "You need to get back into bed, Loki. You're limping worse than last night."
Loki let Thor carry him, directing him through the mansion to get back to their room. The cart was gone and the sheets had been refreshed, along with the fireplace. Loki crawled under the covers, groaning. His entire body was covered in sweat and with slow legs and arms, he kicked off his clothes.
“Hela is a different kind of mad... She's more outspoken than the rest of us are. My uncle, Erik... He's interesting.” Loki commented. “But he is too busy helping my father across the pond. I don't think you'll have the pleasure of meeting the rest of the Jotunn family.”
The name seemed to catch Thor’s attention.
“I was wondering if you had ever found out more information about my background.” Wondered the tattooed man aloud.
"Clearly not as much as I needed to," Thor cursed under his breath, running a slow hand over his face.
The Jotunn crime family was known internationally, with the faces of the known heads having been taught in nearly every academy. They were on a most wanted list from the FBI, but were completely untouchable.
Thor cursed under his breath. He'd been so wrapped up in just chasing Loki himself he didn't check his background. He had found Nalson wasn't his real name, no big surprise really, but Thor figured it didn't matter, that he was just a gang member that was taking his crimes to a higher level for the first time.
If Erik was Loki's uncle...
"Laufey is you father-,.." the realization that Loki looked similar to the man in black ad white photographs from so long ago struck him.
Loki wasn't just a god damn member of organized crime, he was the fucking son of a king pin.
Loki winked at his lover from the bed.
“Like I said... It's the family business. There's no way you could protect me.” Said the man, relaxing back against the pillows. “You've also garnered the attention of my father, unfortunately. When he asked about you.... Well, I had to tell the truth. That's why I think you should stay with me. I'm probably the only person who can keep you safe now.”
"Keep me safe?"
Thor quickly turned to him. Laufey knew of /him/? And Loki had told him?
Of course he had-.
Laufey had a reputation for getting the information he wanted, mercilessly, and Thor wouldn't have been surprised if the same mentality ebbed into his personal life as well.
"No," Thor ran a hand through his hair again, starting to pace. "No, I'm not staying here Loki." But when Loki gave him a look Thor raised his hands in exasperation.
"Jesus Loki I'm a fucking cop - i can't just stay here idly by while you keep running your 'business'!"
Loki looked at Thor evenly.
“I know you're not a cop anymore, daddy.” He said softly. “You were made to turn in your badge and gun over three years ago.”
Looking at Thor, he could see it hurt to be reminded of it. But Loki had to make him see.
“Your father doesn't even keep tabs on you hardly anymore. I know this too.” Loki frowned when Thor started to shake his head. “Baby, you... You didn't have to chase me.”
Thor grit his teeth.
"I didn't have to chase you?" He stopped pacing matching Loki's gaze with a fiery one. "You should know it wasn't a fucking option, since clearly you know a lot about what I went through to find you." He laughed, but it was out of anger.
"Fuck, this was all just a game to you Loki- but you shattered my fucking life. I fell so deeply in love with a stranger who lied and betrayed me, and I still don't love you any less." Another hand pushed through his hair, one of Thor's tiks.
"I obsessed over you." Thor hated the fact that Loki brought up his father, that he brought up his firing, and the fact that it hadn't stopped Thor's hunt.
“I never asked you to throw it all away for me- I never did.” Loki shot back. “If you didn't come for me, I would have never left clues for you! I asked you to come with me, Thor.”
He was getting angry now and he hated the feeling. Getting angry made him make bad, bad decisions. His father had beaten most of it out of him as a kid. Loki slipped out of the bed and limped to Thor, wrapping his arms around his neck.
“I told you you could kill me. Do it now, before it gets worse.” Loki told him, holding onto him. “There's a gun in the side table. Or the knives. Or use your bare hands. Kill me.”
His eyes were wide and wild, glistening with tears. God, he wanted Thor to do it. He wanted to give his lover a way out.
Thor stared down at the thin man, the anger still washing through him lessening with he looked up at the ex cop with watering eyes.
He couldn't.
No. He wouldn't.
Thor leaned down, kissing Loki on his open pleading lips, roughly, fighting the knot in his chest.
"No." He said firmly when e finally pulled away for breath, his hand coming to wrap around Loki's heavily bruised neck, but instead of hurting him, it was more of a gesture of possessiveness. Thor leveled Loki with a bright glare.
"Never. Ask me again."
Loki’s eyes slid shut, and he pulled Thor's face to his for another kiss.
“Make love to me.” He murmured against his lips. “Tell me sweet things like you did back at the beach house... Show me I'm your baby.”
He was tense in Thor’s arms, wondering if his daddy thought he deserved it. If he could handle being gentle with Loki. Opening his eyes, he met blue and saw the conflict clear as day wrestling inside of him.
“I love you, Thor. I'm yours.” He whispered.
The feeling that came over Thor was one he had buried and he closed his eyes to it, touching his forehead to Loki's. He still wanted to hate him. But he couldn't. Not with the words that danced truthfully from his lips.
He couldn't say no to his baby. /His/ baby.. his Loki.
Thor kissed him again, slowly but firm, pulling him so close there was no space between their bodies. Loki's mouth opened to him, allowing Thor to deepen it even further.
He walked forward, arms still around the younger until his knees hit the edge of the bed, forcing them both down onto the soft blankets and still Thor did not break away even when Loki yelped with the pressure on his sore bottom.
"I love you Loki." Thor finally said, breathless against him. "I would do it again. If we started over, I would still chose to chase you."
“You would?” Loki asked, trying to scoot up without hurting himself. Thor covered his body as soon as he reached the headboard. “How far would you chase me?”
Loki felt Thor’s hand on his cock, thumbing the two frenum piercings.
“I got the second one for you... Since you seemed to like the first one.” Said the tattooed man. “And the lip piercing too.”
For the first time in five years, Thor's hand smoothed all over his body, taking it in slowly, so softly. Loki squirmed.
“Tell me more nice things...” Loki begged. “Please, daddy.”
Thor's hands still freely roamed, going over the man's many tattoos, as if committing the details to memory once again while slowly stroking the smaller man. His thumb lingered on the second piercing, giving a soft moan of approval as he toyed with them both.
"I dreamt about you. So many nights I would wake wishing they had been real, wishing you were still in my arms." Thor kissed him again, tongue dragging over the new lip piercing, taking it between his teeth to tug on it.
"But now... you're so much more beautiful than my dreams painted from memories."
He loved that Loki still writhed beneath him, this the look of desire hadn't changed and the soft gasps and moans Thor could so easily pull out of him still fueled the blonde's lust.
“Do you really still think I'm beautiful?” Loki asked, eyes closing and toes curling in the blankets as Thor’s hand ran down his legs, spreading them. “Mm... I was so lonely, daddy. All I had were the scars and what I could remember of you. I just want to feel you all over me again.”
Loki reached down into the blond’s pants, grasping Thor’s massive cock, moaning at the feel.
“I need you inside of me.” He whimpered. Twisting, Loki opened the bedside drawer. He felt Thor lean over and look inside, raising a brow at all of the toys. “I didn't have you to fill me and play with me.... So I played with myself.”
It was another testament to Loki's loyalty to Thor, and it sent a wave of pleasure through the older man. He made a mental note to go through the array of toys later when he would torture Loki to orgasm again.
"Did you moan my name when you imagined me fucking you?" He picked up the bottle of lube hidden under some toys, and picked up a cock ring as well. "Mm I wonder how loud you were, echoing in this room. I'll bet everyone here could hear your moans."
Thor left the drawer open, but not before seeing a set of silvery rods. Sounding rods, as Thor had found out years ago. "Oh, look at this.." he pulled them out and sat back, knowing that he was taking his sweet time to frustrate Loki further.
Loki blushed.
“No, I was quiet. I thought you would hate it if everyone heard what's meant for you.” He said, watching one of Thor’s hands slide over the set of rods, and the other as it slid up the top of his foot, then up his leg, taking his time. Loki shivered- it felt so nice. “But I did moan your name... All I could think of was you. Night after night.”
Thor opened the lube and picked up a rod. Laying back, Loki relaxed, smiling.
“I have even more toys for you to use on me.” He teased.
There was a new spark of lust driven behind blue eyes. He'd seen the collection of plugs and dildos and vibrators, and wondered if Loki had even more hidden away somewhere.
"I want to use each and every one of them on you." Thor purred, stilling as he remembered he had left his satchel in his car, where he had kept something for so long. It would be perfect for when he ravished Loki's body with the toys.
"Mm... I have a gift for you too...but it will have to wait, baby.."
Thor picked a rod about the same width as a chopstick, and he stroked Loki's cock as he watched the younger man's eyes follow his movements with the silver instrument.
"I've taught myself how to use these." Thor said as he coated it with some lube, using the excess to slowly draw it along the slit of Loki's cock. "Because a part of me knew I would get the chance to one day."
The tattooed man’s inked chest heaved with excitement as Thor spread his slit, and inserted the rod slowly and gently.
“Ohhhh...” Loki moaned, head dropping back. “Did you- mmm- did you use it on yourself?”
The thought of one of the rods mostly disappearing in Thor’s large cock made him shiver, jarring Thor’s hand a bit.
“Ah!”
As his body was getting used to the rod, Loki’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ when he felt lubed fingers fill his hole. It felt so good to be touched the way he was being touched. No lover had made him quiver or squirm the way Thor did, nor did they draw out his moans so easily. It was so gentle, this kind of play. While Loki loved it when Thor hurt him and fucked him unconcious, they hadn't had time in the beach house to experiment with taking their time like this.
Thor was moving the rod in and out of his dick, and fingering him at the same pace. Loki reached for his cock, and when Thor nodded at him, he gently pumped it in time, crying out Thor's name.
Thor watched Loki intently, every moan, shudder and gasp bringing Thor more pleasure. The glazed look over Loki's eyes was almost as erotic.
When Loki's pace moved faster, Thor slowed his own down, nearly stopping until Loki slowed too, and rewarded him with another finger.
"You're still so tight, even after last night." Thor figured Loki's toys had been the only reason the larger man hadn't utterly destroyed his ass going in dry like that.
He could still feel where Loki was bruised, making him tense in slight pain when prodded too hard.
It was tempting to keep pressing against it, but Thor wanted to keep the softness between them. It was so rare Thor wanted to take things slow, and he wanted both of them to savor it.
Thor pressed his thumb into Loki's perineum as he thrusted slick fingers in and out of the smaller man, teasing and toying as well as the underside of his balls. It made Loki's whines pitch higher and his gasps louder, and more needy.
When Loki's hand move faster again, Thor withdrew all together, smiling when Loki whimpered at him. Loki looked a wanton mess, with his hair fanned below him and his breathing hard and eyes pleading. Thor almost took him then and there.
"Fuck.. you really are the most beautiful person I have ever seen." Thor said breathlessly.
The pressure against his perineum with the rod inside of his cock sent lingering waves of pleasure that made the tattooed man’s eyes roll back and he came, his cum pushing the rod out.
“Ahhh!!” He shuddered under Thor, holding onto the blond’s tattooed shoulder tightly. He rocked and whined, stilling after a long moment. “Oh, Thor...”
His hole twitched in anticipation of Thor, and he begged him wordlessly with desperate kisses. Already, his cock was getting hard again with the thought of being pounded into.
“Please, daddy.” Loki begged. “You claimed me as your slut yesterday... Claim me as your baby again today.”
Thor recaptured Loki's lips in a breathless kiss as soon as the words left his mouth. He rid himself of his constraining pants without breaking away, half tossing them to the side along with Loki's.
His hands roamed Loki once again, freely exploring the body he had missed. Thor's cock teased at the entrance of Loki's slickened hole and Thor spared just a moment to spread more lube onto himself. He moaned into Loki, pulling away to kiss a trail down his neck, over the bruises left there.
With a movement just as slow as he'd taken teasing Loki, Thor pressed himself passed the pink ring with ease. Still, Thor moaned Loki's name, kissing and nipping and biting down to where his nipple piercing was, and Thor tugged and teased it as he entered the smaller man.
Loki loved Thor’s long hair, because he could wrap his fingers tightly in it, and tug. His whole body tensed then relaxed to let his lover enter him fully. It was so different than being penetrated roughly. With no lube, there was only the pleasure of being hurt. With proper prep and lube, Loki could focus on how full he felt, even the subtle twitching of Thor inside of him. It was so intimate and warm- it was his favorite form of sex between them.
“Ooohhh~” He whined, arching up, legs wrapping around the blond’s waist to bring him fully to hilt. “Daddy, oh- Oh! Did you get bigger?”
It certainly felt that way and Loki could only let out a low laugh as he realized how lucky he was his man had a huge cock.
“Move, daddy.” Begged the smaller man, tugging at the blond strands in his hands. “Please, make me forget everything but you.”
Thor growled with pleasure when Loki pulled, unexpectedly loving the feeling. The thrusted into Loki, slowly at first, but he picked up pace as Loki's relaxed even more around him.
The smaller man felt so tights and hot and Thor hadn't had a proper fuck in five years, so every movement Loki made felt intensified and Thor moaned again.
He braced his hand against the headboard, allowing him more leverage to buck into his lover.
Loki's back arched, and his grip in Thor's hair tightened in a whining gasp, which Thor silenced with a kiss. These sounds were different than him in pain, but Thor loved them all the same, if not more.
"I love you Loki," he whispered breathlessly. "I love you baby,"
“Hnnngg-” He whined as Thor's pace picked up, eyes closing and toes curling. His orgasm was coming to him and his own hips wouldn't stop rolling up to meet Thor’s. “Daddy, let me cum, please!”
The hand that wasn't against the headboard curled around his cock, thumbing his piercings. Loki cried out loudly, shaking from the force of his orgasm again, sobbing as Thor’s pace didn't slow, and kept hitting his sweet spot over and over. It made his eyes roll back and he urged the hand on his cock up, to grasp his throat.
“Cum in me-” He demanded, using his own hand to tighten Thor’s grip on his neck. “I love you, daddy, I love you-”
Thor couldn't help but moan deeply when Loki urged him, both verbally and physically, and Thor squeezed harder when Loki's hand trailed up the muscled arm pinning him to the blankets.
Loki's mouth was open in silent gasp, breaths hard and haggard under Thor's hand and he couldn't hold back his orgasm anymore. With a shuddering moan, Thor thrust hard into his lover and came.
He still rode him as he pumped his seed, milking every last moan and whine from Loki as he could before he finally collapsed at his side and releasing his neck.
Both were panting hard, but Thor still couldn't help the broad smile as he pulled Loki into his arms.
As they rolled over, Loki sighed when Thor slipped out of him. On top of his lover, Loki smiled down at him, and stroked his cheek.
“I love you so much. I don't think I can say it enough.” He cooed, wiping sweaty strands of hair away from his lover’s face. “Stay with me. It's safer... and I want to be able to hold you at any moment.”
Thor's smile faded some, the reality of the situation coming back after the high of climax ebbed.
"Loki..." but Thor trailed off as he searched for the right words, his hand coming to cup the younger's cheek.
He didn't want to leave Loki. Not after finally having him in his arms again, not when he had finally found the piece of happiness he'd been missing.
But, to stay here, it didn't just mean being with Loki, it meant being involved with his trade, with his whole operation, with his family.
"How do you think it would work out? .. I'm an ex cop. You're the son of Laufey... you may have grown up in this life but I was brought up in the polar opposite.. I may not have a badge anymore, but it doesn't mean I stopped believing in that duty." As Thor spoke, his eyes saddened. He just wanted to take Loki, steal him away to some unknown island and screw the rest of the world.
“I'm not asking you to participate in anything. I'm not asking you to reverse everything.... I just want you with me.” Loki laid his head down on Thor’s chest, avoiding looking into his eyes. “I feel so secure when I'm with you. That's the original reason why I insisted you protect me at the station... I just felt so safe.”
He played with the sheet that was laying crumpled up next to them. Tears were threatening to fall from his eyes. Stubbornly, he sat up on Thor’s stomach.
“You can't leave. You can't chase me for five years, come to me and tell me you love me after all that time, that I'm your baby- you just can't leave.” Loki hit his chest, not harshly, just enough to let him know his frustrated he was. “I love you! I love you so much! Thor, if I could just walk away from this life, I would! If I thought I had even a chance of surviving if I left, I would.”
Now he was crying, but it was tears of anger.
“I've always wished I was never born, but now I wish I had never been born into this life. I don't want to be here.” He yelled, more at fate than at Thor. “God- Damnit!”
Loki got off of the bed and limped to a wall, hitting it as he tried to stop crying.
Strong arms wrapped around Loki in a tight restricting embrace as he sobbed. Thor didn't care that Loki tried to get out of his grip, it only made him hold the thin man closer to him. Loki's knees buckled and Thor gently sank them both to the ground, rocking him softly as the words the younger tried to speak turned incoherent sobs.
Thor saw something break in Loki. Something that had been so very fragile and buried under his arrogance and confidence, and it struck the ex cop to his core.
It hurt, because Loki was right; Thor couldn't just leave him. Loki had been the only thing he'd thought about for five years, he'd lost his job for him, hunted for him, and he finally admitted to himself he still loved him more than anything.
Loki didn't have a choice where he was, who his family was. It was survival.
But Thor did have a choice.
And he had made that choice five years ago, when he started the chase.
"Baby don't cry.." he whispered to him, burying his face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He had come to the decision slowly, and it warred with the moral integrity his father had hammered into him all his life. But he didn't want the moral high ground. Not if it meant losing Loki again.
Thor took in a shaky breath before he spoke.
"I don't want to leave you... and I won't."
Loki wept as Thor held him, holding onto the arm across his chest. Everything hurt. His body, his soul, his heart- it all ached. The only balm with which he had to soothe the pain was Thor. His handsome, strong Thor. The others would never see how weak and whiny he became under Thor’s dominating grasp. When he let Thor hurt him, he did so knowing it was the best release of pain he could get, in the safest manner.
“Please...” He begged quietly. “Please hurt me.”
"Loki..? Baby, you're still recovering-" but Thor was cut off when Loki nearly screamed the demand again.
The older man released Loki from his vice grip and turned him so that they faced each other. Thor cupped Loki's face. "Baby, I'm not going to hurt you like this." He wiped a fat tear rolling down Loki's cheek.
“Please...” He sobbed, holding onto Thor. “Bite me... or cut me... hit me... please just do something.”
Loki slipped his hand down into Thor’s lap and began to tug at the man’s cock, coaxing it to hardness.
“I need you to hurt me, daddy. I need you to do it.” He said, knowing Thor liked his teary face. “Daddy, please.... please, your baby needs you.”
He was desperate, but Thor pushed his hand away from his cock, and held him. It wasn't what he wanted- he didn't deserve this kind of love. So he made himself believe he didn't want it, despite his craving for soft words and kisses. Thor lifted him and put him in bed, rocking him. Loki begged over and over for Thor to harm him.
“Just one mark- please. Bite me so it'll scar, please. I just need one, just one.” He sounded like an addict begging for another high, because it was his high. It was his escape.
But Thor didn't budge.
It was breaking his heart to realize this was how Loki felt with his emotional pain. The violence Thor got off on wasn't for this- and he flat out refused to let Loki cope this way.
"I've got you baby," Thor said in soft words, contrasting sharply against Loki's begging. "You're safe with me. If you break, I will be right here to hold you together. But I will not hurt you like this." He kissed Loki's wet face, kissing his cheek and his jaw and his lips, even when Loki tried to turn away from him, Thor cupped his face to turn him back.
"I told you I would protect you. I gave you that promise the very first day I met you."
Loki collapsed in his arms, breath shuddering as he realized Thor wouldn't hurt him.
“Yes...” He replied, nodding. “I had someone on the inside steal the tape...” He admitted.
The tattooed man had watched it over and over again- had traced the cop’s face as he spoke and promised he would keep Loki safe. The words broke his heart now, and he wished he hadn't fallen in love with Thor, hadn't forged such a strong bond in those short three weeks. He wished the man hadn't chased him, that he had given up or never even started. Thor’s life would be so much easier without Loki in it. His hand traveled down and he fingered the scar on Thor’s side.
“I want one that matches.” He said.
"Absolutely not." Thor said firmly, taking Loki's hand to bring it up to his lips, but his eyes were stern as he spoke.
"I've left my marks on you. I've left scars on your body to claim you as mine. Only I get to do that to you. Not you. Not anyone else. And I will not shoot you."
It was the only real scar Thor had. A few cuts here and there from a reckless childhood and a bump from a criminal or two,. But the bullet hole was the only true scar he had.
And Loki had been the one to give it to him. A mark of claim, just as Thor had given.
Obediently Loki nodded.
“Yes, daddy.” He mumbled. The door opened and Hogun wheeled in their dinner.
“I would've brought something earlier, but your sister said you would be busy for a while.” Hogun said. He dug a paper out of his pocket and his brows furrowed. “Taneleer sends his congratulations for... ‘the happy couple, reunited at last’.”
Loki just waved a hand to dismiss him, not in the mood to deal with it. As soon as he left, Loki went back to touching the scar on Thor.
“Can we get matching tattoos?” He asked. “One that we decide on together?”
Thor nodded and kissed his fingertips.
“Can we get married?” Loki asked, looking at Thor's scar, avoiding looking up at his eyes.
Thor was shocked by the question, looking down at Loki.
Married?..
The thought had not crossed his mind. It never had, at any point in his life really. He'd never expected to actually settle down. But that had been before Loki.
Before feeling this strongly for another person.
They had lived together for such a short period of time.. but in that time, Thor had fallen so hard for the thin man that he had practically given up his life to pursue him.
"I want to do it properly." Thor answered after an excruciatingly long silence. When Loki looked up in slight confusion, Thor squeezed his hand and elaborated.
"I want to wine and dine you Loki. I want you to experience that before jumping to the ring. I'm not going anywhere.. but as long as I'm here, I'm going to do everything I can to make at least one aspect of your life feel less chaotic."
Loki snuggled into his man’s arms, and smiled. The cart was set up like a nice dining table. A red rose sat in a vase. He got up and took it out, shaking it slightly to remove most of the water from the stem.
“Let me wine and dine you too, then, my love.” Loki said, presenting the rose with a flourish to Thor. “My love, my heart.”
Taneleer had sent them a romantic steak dinner, and a bottle of red wine below on the second shelf waited for them, chilled with two glasses. Loki poured them each a drink.
“Hmm... A toast.” Loki hummed, handing Thor his glass. “To being yours.”
Thor took the offered glass, swirling the contents slightly. He couldn't remember the last time he had wine, and he smiled and raised his glass to clink against Loki's.
"To being yours.." he agreed. "And our bizarre love.." he smirked and drank as Loki did.
He looked at the supper that had been prepared for them, still steaming steak and potatoes and cut vegetables. Thor turned the rose in his hand.
They had prepared a romantic meal for them... it was pleasant, but- entirely unexpected.
“I'll introduce you to our hosts tomorrow.” Loki said. “This is clearly a sign they wish to meet you. Although I've been ever so content keeping you to myself.”
They ate and made pleasant small talk. On Loki’s mind, marriage weighed heavily. He wanted it. In his mind, he had no doubt he was going to be with Thor for the rest of his life. With his line of work, he really only had ultimatums to deal with. Choosing a partner for life, especially one from a background like Thor’s... It would be difficult at times, for Loki, but the tattooed man made up his mind that he was going to treat Thor like the king he is.
And treating Thor like a king meant giving him a sloppy, buzzed blowjob in the middle of dinner.
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Thor thoroughly enjoyed himself, and not long after, the meals were completely forgotten about in favor of 'eating desert'.
Thor showed Loki he had meant what he said, gently taking him like earlier, as well as reasserting himself as the sole owner of Loki. Bite marks were added to the collection the younger bore in his neck, as well as between his thighs.
Thor had even flipped Loki over and bit his ass, the mark somehow standing out against the ones already there.
The ex cop had taken him like that; ass in the air and hands roaming his sore ass and the tattoos he'd missed tracing.
He didn't allow Loki to touch himself, pulling the man's hands behind his back when he tried, and pinned his neck down into the pillows until he came twice.
Now, darkness had long since settled outside. Snow flurried down, catching the soft light of the fire still glowing. Thor held Loki, neither of them really talking and simply taking in each other's presence in the afterglow of sex and wine.
The world melted away when they were like this. Nothing but the two of them existed. It was how it should be.
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Hela was going over Loki's plans once more. Regretfully, she found they were impeccable. Her father probably would have found one thing, but only one. Several men had been recruited and were in the process of joining border patrol. With one already on the inside, it would take another month or so for a few more to join and work the schedules to allow them to cross.
The forests were an easy way in, but Loki wanted a more established way, with guaranteed guards and set hours. It only made sense.
Behind her, Taneleer was leering at a beautiful antique gun. She had brought it with her from London per her father’s request. The brothers were an odd duo, but she found she rather liked them. En Dwi was her favorite- he was more outspoken and more of a people person. Taneleer preferred dramatic theatrics and brooding.
“Your brother... He's odd.” Sneered the man from his seat. Hela’s head snapped up.
“I beg your pardon.” She said, not really asking for anything. The brow she lifted was enough to demand an answer.
“His penchant for pain, and his obsession with that man. Why?” Taneleer challenged.
Hela pursed her lips, and looked back at the plans for a moment.
“You weren't bred for this life, my dear.” She said. “Perhaps, you've grown so adept, but your sole purpose for being born wasn't to carry on the family business. Loki and I have different mothers, but we were raised under our father’s iron fist. One time, I broke one of Loki’s toys. So father told Loki to break one of my bones. And he did. Then, Loki stole something of mine, and father told me to steal something more valuable of Loki’s. We were raised to become cutthroats. But at the same time, we developed an unbreakable bond.”
A knife appeared in her hands and she flipped it, catching it by the handle and then threw it past the man’s head, grazing the side of his hair and sticking in a box behind him.
“You don't get to test the familial bonds of the Jotunn family.” She warned, before stalking off haughtily.
With a shaking hand, the man touched his hair, unable to get rid of the sound of a blade whizzing past his ear.