chapter 6
Loki woke up, stretching and whining as he did so, waking Thor up in the process. Only his ass hurt from the night before, from the spankings. He wasn't going to admit it, but being tickled turned him on more than he would admit. They had gone swimming and both fell asleep afterwards in their bed, enjoying the warm breeze the blew into their room. It was closer to evening, and they would be expected to make an appearance.
He felt Thor’s arms wrap around him and pull him back down to his chest.
“Hey, daddy.” Loki whispered, groaning as he tried to stretch out again. After kissing Thor for a moment, soft and slow, he got out of the bed and went to shower. He was soaping his hair when Thor joined him, taking over on washing him.
“Are you nervous to meet more people?” Loki asked.
Thor didn't answer right away.
Because the truth is that he was. He wasn't used to feeling nervous as it had always been easy for him to get along with people in any situation. It was part of what made him a good cop.
Thor ran the loofah over Loki's shoulders, letting the hot water chase the suds away almost immediately.
"A little, I guess." He admitted, washing Loki's chest. "Last thing we need is for me to accidentally piss someone off.." Thor hadn't been able to tell when Erik had been joking last night, and if the rest of his family were as hard to read,the large man could easily mistake it and react badly.
“Baby, you'll just need to relax and go with it.” Loki kissed him, and turned around him to wash his back. “If I laugh, you laugh, okay? And I'll quite literally hold your hand if you want me to, daddy.”
Going over the list his uncle had given him, the only person to really worry about was Sigyn because she was so damn sensitive. The twins were actually rather quiet, but if Erik brought out the fine liquor, all bets were off for that. Sif would probably get along with Thor because she was a straight arrow- she told you how she felt and what she wanted with no fucks given. But his uncle had said more people were flying in, so he couldn't be sure.
“I just really hope you like them... As fucked up as my family and our associates are, I really cherish them.” Loki said, reaching on tiptoes to wash Thor’s hair for him.
Thor bowed his head a little to make it a little easier. He had committed to memory the names Loki went over as well as the brief descriptions.
Even if he didn't like them, Thor could pretend for Loki. As the shampoo was washed away, Thor pulled Loki's face up to kiss him. "I'm sure i will. And I'm sure it'll all go well as long as you're there with me." He smiled.
They finished washing, and Thor wrapped Loki in one of the grey fluffy towels and dried him off bit by bit, having to have Loki fuss at him when it threatened to turn more physical. No time for that, sadly. But Thor promised that Loki would be his, in entirety, tonight.
Thor also picked out what Loki would wear, having him sit on the edge of the bed while the blond went through the fine clothing and pulled out a button up shirt and slacks, and a dark emerald waistcoat that would accentuate his lithe frame.
“I love it when you dress me.” Loki purred, getting up. “How about I wear a little surprise under here? You know... Something only you and I know about.”
That brought a sly smile to Thor's face, and he kissed Loki and growled his approval of the idea.
He went to the side door of the wardrobe Loki had shown him the other night. He dug through the garments, pausing at some, then moving on. If it hadn't been so hot here, Thor might have had him wear the latex.
But he stopped when he came across a bra and panty set, with lightweight lace and breathable material.
He pulled it out and turned towards Loki, the smile on his face saying all he needed to.
It had no padding on the top, so it would be completely undetectable underneath, and the garter belt's straps hung down for stockings.
"Put this on." Thor ordered, though Loki was already reaching for it. He was starting to get hard just by watching as Loki elegantly slipped on the lingerie. He especially followed the movements when the younger slowly pulled the stockings up his long colored thighs, and secured them to the garter.
“Maybe this will ease you tonight, daddy.” Loki suggested, laying back as Thor crawled on top of him. “If you get nervous, you can just remember I'm wearing this for you.”
His lover was running his hands all over his body, growling low in his throat in satisfaction.
“How about you fill me up?” Loki purred again. “We have that silver plug...”
Thor smiled with the pleasured thought of keeping the plug in Loki all night.
The one with wireless vibration capabilities. He couldn't help but grin wider at the thought of jolting Loki with it in the middle of conversation, trying to pretend nothing was wrong..
Thor couldn't pass this up.
With another kiss, the blond stood up to get both the lube and the plug. It was sleek, but thick, and the remote for it was small enough to easily stay hidden within Thor's pocket.
Thor had Loki turn, presenting his ass in the air, and ran his hand over the pretty lace material before sliding it down his thighs.
"Don't think I'm going to be nice with this device," Thor warned as he pressed the toy with ease into Loki's ass.
As Thor let the thin strap of the the thong snap back into place, he squeaked as his boyfriend massaged his cheeks. He heard the button click and a pleasant buzz filled his being.
“Mmm....” Loki moaned, arching up, showing his daddy his ass, the garter belt straps digging into his skin from the tension. “Daddy~ You have to be kinda nice to me tonight.”
A knock on the door interrupted them.
“Loki?” Erik called from outside. “Are you almost ready? People are gathering.”
“Be there in a minute!” Loki called, sighing in relief as he heard his uncle walk away. “Let's get dressed.”
Thor cursed under his breath, wishing e had enough time to make Loki cum in his panties, and wear that under his suit,. But he smiled as he helped he younger off the bed and brought him his clothes.
Thor dressed as well, wearing something similar to Loki's outfit, but in all black. He hated wearing suits, but he had to admit Loki looked extremely sharp in his. It was almost more suiting than his street clothes back in LA.
He grabbed Loki by the waist and kissed him close, hard enough that he needed to adjust their suits afterwards.
"After you.." Thor smiled, and opened the door for Loki.
Thor had left the plug buzzing in him pleasantly. But his nerves at seeing some of his family made him forget about the pleasure. His cock was tucked down between his legs, trapped by the panties. Leading Thor by the hand, they walked to the grand ballroom. If it was anything like he expected, Loki knew Erik would've invited more than just what he had been told. It was a premier, double event after all. A manservant opened the double doors, and the couple walked in.
“Happy birthday, Loki!” Cheered the crowd. Loki smiled at them, taking the flute of champagne his uncle offered him.
Thor stared -
Birthday? Had they just said--- birthday? Thor looked at everyone then to Loki who hadn't bothered even glancing at Thor as Erik hugged him.
"About time you got here!" He said loudly and the three walked towards the other guests. Thor caught up with Loki, whispering harshly to him.
"It's your birthday too?? Why didn't you tell me?"
"LOKI!" The sound of dual voices rang out as two identical men came up to the younger man. They were tall and broad, both had their hair shaved on both sides, with the faintest of tattoos showing under the thin hair there.
They hugged him at the same time, one pulling away first to look Loki up and down.
"You look well," Helblindi noted, and the other brother pulled back as well.
"Very well," Belystr agreed. "Happy birthday and congratulations,"
Eric laughed, slapping Thor on the shoulder. "This is Helblindi and Belystr. Just call 'em Lin and Ly."
Thor could only tell them apart by a small scar in the middle of Lin's chin.
Pushing the twins apart, Sif appeared and gave him a hug as well.
“Look at you, a little proper Brit brat.” She said, a smile on her face as she pulled back. “It's hard to believe you're 26 today. I feel like you were born just yesterday.”
Loki scowled at her, but a big smile came to his face as well.
“You were only 10 when I was born. Don't talk as if you're ancient- sorry, uncle.” Loki giggled, and hung back, holding onto Thor’s big arm. “This is Thor.”
The twins looked Thor up and down, and glanced at each other before snickering.
"Wow squirt, I only heard bits and pieces about your new piece. He's pretty."
"It's good to meet you," Thor said formally, letting the comment roll of his back when Loki gently squeezed his hand. It was weird being talked about as if he weren't standing right there.
"Ooo manners too." Ly grinned. "Did you name him or did you just happened to find a boy to match you?"
“Shhh, don't tease him too much.” Loki chided, holding onto Thor’s arm tighter. “It's my special night and I want you all to be nice to my boyfriend. He's so sweet to me- you all should be happy.”
Sif shook her head, laughter falling from her as she took Loki aside. The man looked over his shoulder, sending Thor a sorry look.
“I'll only steal him for a minute- don't worry, Thor. The twins don't bite too hard. It’s that ugly Sigyn you have to watch out for.” Sif laughed. Loki stood with her to the side.
“Your father tells me it’s going well, the expansion into Canada. It’s a shame your sister and your friends, those brothers couldn't join us.” She commented, taking a flute of champagne for herself from a passing waiter. “You're currently infiltrating the West side, right?”
“Yes, well Hela is at home, making sure it is all going according to plan. We've several men inside the border patrol now, and should be securing a constant transportation and crossing zone within the next week.” Loki replied. She was a family friend, and had been like an older sister to him all his life. “Oh, Sif, it’s so good to see you. I've missed our crazy family.”
Looking back at Thor, who he could tell was a bit uncomfortable with the twins, the birthday boy excused himself and went to go cling onto Thor again.
Erik had excused himself to go greet more guests as they arrived.
And Thor had already downed a flute of champagne when he felt Loki wrap an arm around his own, and he immediately relaxed.
"Your boyfriend was just telling us how you met," Lin grinned. "California huh? Cowabunga dude."
"It was for work." Thor stated flatly, but this teasing he was at least used to.
"Right, right," Ly winked. "And what exactly was that again?"
“It was called ‘minding your own business’, Ly.” Loki said sternly. “Don't you have someone else to go harass? Shoo- both of you.”
The twins went away, winking and making kissy faces as they went.
“I'm sure they must've had some whiskey before we got here. They're typically not like that.” Loki apologized, putting a hand on Thor’s face, making him look down at him. “Give your birthday boy a kiss.”
Thor smiled softly despite the twin's teasing.
"You're going to get a birthday spanking after this party for not telling me, by the way." But Thor cupped the back of Loki's head and kissed him anyway, his other hand trailing down his back and feeling the bump of the bra's hooks there.
He moaned softly into the kiss, breaking away to ask if the plug was still buzzing, to which Loki nodded.
"Good," he smirked, and kissed him again.
"Ahem." The voice being cleared made both the boys stop and look up at a tall woman with wildly curly hair, that had been butchered short.
She smirked at Loki, the dark lipstick matching her dark eyes.
"So you're just going to go say hello to everyone but me?"
This must be Sigyn, Thor deduced by her hair alone.
“Well look what the cat dragged in.” Loki mused, still clinging to his man. “It's my birthday, Sigyn. I can say hello to who I want.”
He watched her eyes slide over Thor's body and he snapped his fingers, gesturing to look up at him and not his man.
“Your hair looks like shit.” He spat.
"YOU look like shit." She countered, crossing her arms. "There's nothing wrong with my hair- I cut it myself."
And it looked like it, Thor almost commented, instead having to look back down at Loki. He couldn't help the smirk, but Sigyn huffed, looking down her nose at the lithe man.
"Just because you're the big baby birthday boy doesn't mean you're off the hook for last time. You're lucky I didn't bring Aurora this time." She fluffed a hand through her hair and turned back to Thor, her expression altering as she smiled again at him.
"He's so fucking rude, isn't he? I'm Sigyn." She extended a hand for Thor to take, which, he hesitantly did.
"Thor.." he greeted.
“Mine.” Loki corrected, taking Thor’s hand out of the woman’s. “Now go away. I don't want to look at you or your awful hair anymore.”
That made the woman stomp off and Loki grinned. He loved being mean to her.
“I'm already so bored. And since this is about me everyone is going to be bothering us.” Loki whined, pulling Thor in for another kiss. “Too bad we can't sneak away.”
A flash of silver hair caught his eye and he quickly turned to see his other favorite twins wandering around.
“Pietro? Wanda?” Loki called, dropping Thor's hand and running to the twins. Pietro and Wanda braced, both catching an arm around his waist as he leapt to hug them both, kissing their faces. “Oh my god! I'm so happy that you're here!”
“Vell of course ve are here- it is your birthday, no?” Pietro rolled, his Russian accent clear and loud.
“How long has it been?” Loki asked, hugging them again.
“Too long!” Wanda replied, pulling back when she noticed Thor had followed.
“Oh, Thor, these are my dearest friends in the whole world- Pietro and Wanda. They're basically my other siblings.” Loki introduced them, then whispered conspiratorially to Wanda. “We can kill that bitch, Hela.”
Thor gave his first genuine smile of the night to the two in front of him.
"Hey!" He shook their hands as well, "Its good to finally meet some of Loki's friends." He had meant that honestly, and it was especially good that so far these two seemed relatively normal.
That, and Loki's sudden happiness to see them was infectious as he giggled in their arms.
The waiter came back by and offered more drinks, which all four took before he scurried away.
Loki hung onto both of the twins, and they chattered. Thor was included in the conversation for the most part, but it seemed he was more content to watch them talk. A person caught Loki’s eye and he dragged Pietro off, saying he would be back in a moment.
Beside Thor, Wanda sighed.
“You know, my brother vas his first crush. I think he has al-vays loved him.” She giggled, quite oblivious to Loki and Thor’s relationship.
Thor looked back up to Loki and Pietro.
He noticed that they were a lot physically closer than he thought.. Loki's hand was on Pietro's chest. Pietro's, his hand was slowly sliding down Loki's arm, caressing his hand.
The feeling of jealousy slammed into Thor so hard it almost felt physical. It took every ounce of his restraint not to go over and shove the silver haired boy away from his man.
Thor's eyes narrowed, and in his pocket, he jolted the plug inside of Loki four notches, causing the smaller man to tense hard enough to splash his drink and earn a look of concern from Pietro.
Thor left Wanda's side, closing the gap between he and Loki in just a few strides.
Pietro had taken a step back from Loki with his hands on his shoulders, looking his friend up and down in question while Loki just waved it off telling him he was fine.
Thor wrapped a thick arm tightly around his waist, leveling the Russian with a smile that did not reach his blue eyes.
"Excuse me Pietro, I need to borrow my boyfriend for a moment." Without waiting for a response, Thor pulled Loki away from him and towards the edge of the ballroom.
"What are you doing?" He demanded in a lowered voice.
“I'm- mmmm-” Loki whined as Thor pulled him close. “I'm talking to my friends.”
They were concealed in a corner, and Thor's back was facing anyone who might've cared to look towards them, covering Loki completely. The buzzing inside of him was more intense, and Loki couldn't help but rub up against Thor while he was so close.
“Daddy, why?” He groaned quietly, humping Thor’s thick thigh. “I was catching up after all these years.”
Thor wished Loki had been collared and leashed.
"You were getting awfully close to that boy," Thor knocked the dial up one notch, and he raised his hand to cup the side of Loki's neck, squeezing it hard enough to restrict blood flow, but not enough to mark. To anyone who could have seen, it only looked like an affectionate touch.
"I didn't like the way he was touching you, or looking at you, or that you looked like you were enjoying it."
Loki was trying not to moan loudly, biting his lower lip and humping Thor’s thigh even harder.
“I-it’s nothing, daddy. I've known him since we were little.” Loki whispered, not trusting himself to talk any louder, for fear it would come out as loud moans. “Daddy, you know I'm yours- remember what I'm wearing under here? Remember?”
Thor kissed him, and reached around, putting pressure between his cheeks to push the plug in further. It was taking all of Loki’s self control to not cum in his pants.
"You'll keep your hands off of him for the rest of the night, and his off of you." He ordered, pressing harder on the plug and nipping at his lower lip.
"Or I'll make sure you spend the rest of the evening in soaked panties. Do you understand?" He lingered his finger in place when Thor kissed him again, briefly considering just making Loki cum anyway.
But.,
It was more torture when Thor stepped back, lowering the vibrations back down to its lowest setting and watching Loki try to regain himself before he orgasmed.
“Yes, daddy.” Loki whimpered obediently. If the threat of orgasm wasn't so strong in his mind, he would've tried to throttle Thor. What the blond did was risky and as he calmed down, anger came over him.
“Fuck you.” He whispered harshly, stomping away to go do the very thing Thor told him not to do- but first, he was going to make a stop in the bathroom and turn the damn plug off.
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Loki had drunk a lot more than he intended, and he was definitely hanging onto Pietro, who was laughing with him as Lin and Ly related a story from a job in Budapest with Nat, who Loki was sorely sad was unable to be at the party. Thor was lingering next to him, and playing the part of a good boyfriend, gently tugging Loki off of the silver haired twin every once in a while.
However, the birthday boy was still supremely pissed at his boyfriend and would shrug him off, making sure they were always in the center of people so Thor couldn't corner him somewhere else again.
Thor was trying, so hard, not to grab his brat and leave his own party to whip him bloody.
He realized quickly what Loki had done, especially when the he dialed to plug to max and Loki didn't even do much as flinch.
Every time Pietro laughed, it added to another whip Loki would receive. He downed the last of whatever number drink he was on, setting the glass down harder than he meant to. His glare went unnoticed, or more probably ignored, by Loki.
Then Thor felt a hand on his bicep, gently pulling at him and he turned to see Sigyn smiling up at him.
"Loki's not being a very good boyfriend, is he?" She play pouted, clearly feeling tipsy like most the people at the party. "Ignoring a big hunk of a man like you." She pulled on his arm again. "Come here, I for one would love your company."
She grinned, and Thor glanced back to Loki, who was now unabashedly leaning against Pietro, fingers caressing his collarbone. Thor made sure Loki made eye contact before letting himself be pulled away by the woman in a smaller circle of people.
Sigyn grinned in perceived success, throwing a triumphant glare at Loki over her shoulder as she took his man.
"So Thor," she handed him another glass of alcohol, which he took gratefully. "We didn't get a chance to really meet before. I'm with the European branch, the one based in Poland." But she waved it off as unimportant. "Anyway I'm more interested in you big guy."
Pietro looked at Loki who had blanched.
“Loki, are you alright-” Asked the man, but Loki pushed off of him and went to his uncle. Erik was chatting with Sif, and laughing. Loki clung to his uncle.
“Don't you think I should say something nice to everyone for attending the party?” He asked, giving his uncle undeniable puppy eyes. Erik nodded and said it would be a very good idea.
There was a stage where the musicians had been playing and he helped his slightly drunk nephew onto it, handing him a microphone.
“Hello, everyone!” Loki said, getting everyone's attention. A few people whistled and clapped for him. The birthday boy grinned a charming grin that reminded several ladies in attendance of his father. “I am so very grateful to you all. And thank you to my uncle Erik for hosting this grand, double party.”
He clapped and everyone followed suit. His uncle made a little bow.
“Firstly, thank you everyone for attending this as my birthday. I am the luckiest person in the world to receive such gifts and kind birthday wishes. And you're all handing me drinks- trying to get in those 26 shots, eh?” The room laughed at his little quip. “Secondly, the support of all of you will ensure my success in establishing my own empire. Soon, half of Canada will be high as fuck or shooting each other to death!”
The room laughed again. Loki made eye contact with Thor, who was glaring and looked extremely uncomfortable with the joke.
“And, because it wouldn't be a Jotun family event without something surprising-” He paused. Erik looked at his nephew, a brow raised. Loki winked down at him. “Has anyone seen my Thor?”
A little pathway was cleared for the blond man almost instantly.
“Ah, there you are, love. Come up here, darling.” Loki demanded cheerfully.
Thor stared blankly for a full three seconds at the people around him, all of whom were looking at him with expectant faces and eager smiles. When Thor didn't move, one of the men nearby mistook it for stage fright and half pushed Thor forward.
"Go on boy, you're being called up."
Thor hesitantly made his way towards the stage, hyper aware of all the eyes that followed him and he didn't have nearly enough to drink to make his nerves go down. He shot Loki a glare as he came up onto the stage, standing beside him.
"What are you doing?" Thor demanded in a whisper quiet enough that the mic wouldn't pick him up.
Loki smiled at him.
“When I was growing up, my father had strong people standing beside him. My uncle Erik, for instance, was one. And my mother, and when she passed, then my sister, Hela’s mother did the same.” He said into the mic. “All of us know that in this business, in the empires we forge, having someone you trust with all your being is the difference between life and death.”
A murmur of agreement was cast around the room.
“So I figure, since I'm going to be a king- well,” He chuckled. “I suppose I need a queen.”
Facing Thor, he got down on one knee, and took the heavy signet ring off his finger. It was a family heirloom. Presenting it to Thor, and with the cockiest smile on his face, he took a breath.
“Thor, will you marry me?” He asked.
Everyone held their breath, and Erik folded his arms, cocking his head as he looked up at Thor.
Thor felt the breath leave his body, and he stared widely with mouth agape, and he dropped his glass of champagne.
Loki was still grinning up at him, but Thor's mind raced with the comprehension of what Loki was asking.
Marriage- no - no no no they had talked about this-
Rage replaced shock, and it showed in his eyes and he had to remind himself over and over and over that people were watching- they were watching- waiting for Thor's answer.
And he realized there was only one acceptable answer. There was no alternative.
Thor forced a mask, a soft smile being the best he could do but his eyes remained molten. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak, but the crowd took his answer and collectively cheered.
Knowing it wouldn't fit on any other finger, Loki slid the heavy ring on his pinky and stood up, hand curving around Thor’s neck as he kissed him. With his face hidden to the crowd, he buried it in Thor’s neck.
“You're mine, bitch.” He growled into Thor’s ear. They separated and smiled at the crowd.
“Now you're all attending our engagement party as well.” He laughed into the microphone. “Go on- eat cake, drink and drink some more!”
The audience cheered and Loki led Thor off stage.
“That was a good answer, Thor.” Sif said, smiling. “You would've been in a lot of trouble if you said no.”
Loki grinned and took the champagne she offered him, and gave it Thor. He noted how the blond downed it. So he grabbed another one and took the empty one from Thor. Getting his fiance drunk would be a very good idea.
“Come, love. Let's take a walk in the gardens.” Loki said after a few minutes, during which he handed Thor every alcoholic beverage he could.
The ground swayed ever so slightly as they walked out, and any other time, getting drunk would put Thor in a jovial and fun mood. But he was still reeling from what Loki had just done, and was still shocked and more so still pissed.
He finished the newest drink Loki had given him, not having been champagne but rather something a little harder.
The sun was getting low, casting long shadows through the trees and plants around them. It was so much quieter out here, but it did nothing to calm Thor. As soon as they were out of sight, Thor took his hand away from Loki's stopping on the path.
"Why did you do that?"
Loki turned and did the unexpected. He slapped Thor across the face.
“I fucking told you that out here, out in this world, you defer to me.” He snarled. “And if you think manhandling me in front of all of my family and associates was a good idea, you were fucking wrong.”
The slap had thrown Thor off balance, causing him to stumble and sit ungracefully on a bench. Loki could see he was pissed and he dropped the knife down his sleeve that he had hidden up their earlier. A rule of his father’s- always be armed.
“Don't you dare, Thor.” Loki threatened, holding the knife up. “I am beyond fucking mad at you and I will not hesitate to hurt you so bad.”
The sting of the slap resonated through Thor's body, And the rage overshadowed his shock and he snarled up at Loki.
"You're pissed at ME??!" Thor moved to stand again, ignoring the knife held up to him.
"I wasn't the one feeling up an old flame-! I wasn't the one who FUCKING proposed in front of your entire crime family!"
“You got jealous over normal touching, Thor. Are you that insecure in yourself that you misconstrue every fucking thing?” Loki sneered. “I kept my body pure, devoted it as a fucking temple to you and waited five fucking years. Your marks are all over me! You really think I'm going to throw it away in five seconds because Pietro batted his eyelashes at me?”
Using the knife he forced Thor to sit down again. Loki began to unbutton his clothes, stripping out of his waistcoat and shirt, revealing the bra and garter belt sitting on just above his hips.
“What the fuck do you see here?” He asked, holding his forearm out, pointing to the runes. Then to his chest, at Mjölnir. Then at the scars Thor had left all over his torso. “And here? And here? I do all of this to please you. My cuts from the beach house got infected- I was in and out of a fever for about month, Thor. But all I thought about was you, you dumb fuck!”
Thor glanced down at the old wounds Loki showed him, wincing slightly at the rage in Loki's voice.
Loki had his point..and as pissed as Thor still was, it cut through his anger. He had of course not known of the infections, ... but the angry part of the blond figured it was a fair trade off for being shot. Thor hadn't stopped thinking about Loki when he was in the hospital either.
"That wasn't normal touching Loki," Thor defended. "You were practically feeling him up and letting him do the same to you. I was not jealous I was asserting my claim on you. A game might I add you readily and willingly accepted into playing tonight."
Thor took the controller out of his pocket and dropped it. "A game who's rules you decided to change when Pietro came into the picture. All I did was tease you in a corner, and you pull this shit on me and then turn around and blame me for it??"
Loki stepped back, his face hardened for a moment. Then it changed, and he slipped his shoes off, unbuttoned his pants and let them slide to the ground.
“You were jealous Thor. You still are.” Loki said, face going soft. Reaching down between his legs, he pulled his cock up, so the head crested above the top of his panties. Kicking his pants off, he stepped out of them and straddled Thor. Using the knife, he tipped his fiance’s head back, and licked his neck.
“I would've stopped, love.” Loki whispered. “And then you went away with that cunt, Sigyn.”
He was grinding his hips down on Thor’s lap, making Thor hard.
“How far would you have gone? Did you really think I wouldn't assert my own equal claim over you?” He growled into Thor’s ear. “You've been mine since we first met, Thor. Deep down, you know this.”
Thor grunted, a moan on his lips as Loki moved on his lap, not wanting to admit the younger's words were setting a new heat within him. He had to touch Loki, trailing his hands up his smooth back over the lace of his lingerie.
He had to swallow hard before he spoke.
"All I did was talk to her Loki-, I kept my hands to myself unlike you."
“Don't play dumb, Thor.” Loki hissed. “You would've done whatever you could've to piss me off.”
Loki stood up, and with a smirk, pushed Thor over the bench, onto the grass behind him. Picking up his belt, Loki looped it once.
“Take your fucking cock out.” Loki demanded, stepping over the bench. When Thor didn't do as he asked right away, he smacked the bench loudly with the belt. “Take it out.”
Thor stared up at him- bewildered, but the snap of the belt made him slowly, reluctantly comply.
He'd never seen this side of Loki, and he was completely unprepared for it. He unbuttoned his pants, and pulled his hard cock out as Loki demanded. Precum was already welling at the tip, betraying Thor's fiery glare up at the younger man.
Thor didn't know how far Loki was taking this; maybe he was trying to intimidate Thor, but the blond didn't think he would do anything more than that in a potentially public place.
Loki’s mouth watered at the sight of Thor, his huge cock standing at attention, the head so shiny. Wiggling, Loki pulled the panties to the side and took out the plug. Dropping it, he straddled Thor, pointing the knife to his neck. Reaching behind him, he pumped Thor’s cock. Spitting into his hand, he lubed it up as much as he could, then raised his hips.
“You're mine.” He told Thor, then slowly sat on the thick erection, biting his lower lip fiercely, not letting anything fall from his mouth. Seated fully, he grabbed the belt, and gently brushed Thor’s cheek with it.
“You're my fucking man.” Loki growled, rolling his hips. “You are mine. And I'm going to fucking marry you, and you're going to be my husband.”
Loki's accent had dropped the British, and a much more familiar one to Thor thickened the smaller man's words.
Norwegian.
Thor could recognize it anywhere and the angrier Loki worked himself the more it came out.
He moaned lowly as Loki rode him, the rough brush of the belt only spurring him on and he grabbed Loki by the hips and bucked up into him.
"Fuck-" Thor but out between hard breaths.
He didn't care if anyone saw them any more, roughly pawing at Loki's body as they fucked. Something about them both being pissed off put an edge on everything and Thor was already feeling himself coming close.
Roughly, he pulled Thor up, forcing him to sit, dropping the knife far away in the grass and bounced in the man’s lap.
“You're mine, Thor.” Loki tugged on his hair, riding harder. “No ass or pussy could make you feel the way I do. You're a sick fucking pervert and I am too. No one else could ever compare.”
A moan fell from his lip, and he tugged Thor into a kiss. He wrapped the belt around the back of Thor’s neck and pulled him close with the straps.
“You're going to fucking cum in me, fiance.”
Loki could tell his man was close, especially from the way he was grabbing at Loki’s lace covered body. Despite all of his anger, the younger man’s cock was ready to burst, especially when his love grabbed his cheeks and fiercely pounded into him.
Thor loudly moaned Loki's name, his fingernails leaving crescents of pink the harder he grabbed. Thor claimed a spot on Loki's neck, biting and sucking before coming up to claim his champagne tasting mouth.
"I'm yours-" Thor finally conceded breathlessly . "Fuck - baby I'm yours-" he bit out before he came hard, deep inside Loki. His whole body shook from the force of it and he fucked into the younger as he rode it out.
Loki groaned, standing up, Thor’s cum leaking out of him and onto the man’s trousers. He forced his cock in thor's mouth and began to fuck it, growling. At the last moment, he pulled out, shooting his cum onto his love’s face. Looking down at him, chest heaving, Loki got rid of the hair in his grasp, pushing Thor back. Stepping over the bench, he quickly got redressed and smoothed his hair back. As he was putting on his belt, he looked over and saw Thor was still dazed on the grass.
“Now who looks like a slut?” He asked, grabbing the remote and the plug, putting them into Thor’s hands. Pointing to a trail behind him, he told Thor to go to their room. “You're no longer fit to socialize.”
Without a backwards glance, he made his way back into the party, smoothing his clothes and hair all along the way, looking hardly ruffled.
Thor was on the ground for a minute after Loki left, trying to process everything. His cock was still out, and the younger man's seed was cooling on his face..
He'd -...just been claimed.
Thor sat up slowly, wiping off his face with his sleeve and stared at the direction Loki had left. The anger that had been raging inside him was silent, replaced by quiet shock.
-
Thor eventually ambled his way back to the room, allowing his shoulders to drop only when the door shut behind him. He was thankful he hadn't encountered anyone else on the path Loki had pointed out, and that everyone including staff was attending the party Loki had barred him from.
Thor had never felt this way. Ever.
And the effect that lingered in him was so foreign that Thor sort of just sat on one of the large chairs.
His fingers slowly traced the signet ring on his pinky. It was gold, intricately designed with what Thor could only guess was the Jotun insignia.
It was an engagement ring now...
the gravity of the situation settled on Thor as he looked at the monogram. This bound him to Loki, forever. He'd accepted the proposal in front of almost his entire family, and there was no going back from it.
He was going to marry a King Pin.
Thor had to stand up, the nerves and numbness were mixing and he made his way to the mini bar Loki had in his room, and as he walked he passed by the floor length mirror.
Thor realized he looked like he felt.
His hair was still disheveled from laying in the grass and being grabbed by Loki, his clothes were wrinkled and partially unbuttoned and there were obvious cum stains on his pants and the collar of his jacket.
Thor took them off, stripping himself from the proof of what Loki did and let them fall haphazardly to the ground, and instead of the mini bar, Thor went to the bathroom and turned the shower on.
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"Loki there you are!" Lin called out to the dark haired man, making Ly and Sif turn as well as Erik.
"You disappeared after your big announcement-" Ly bent down and hugged Loki with a great big smile. "I'm so happy for you!! Engaged??? I thought boy was just arm candy,"
Loki grinned.
“I've been in love with him for so long. It just felt right to finally claim him.” Loki laughed, accepting the hug. “He's very sensitive and sweet, so I sent him to bed. I didn't tell him, obviously, so I think he's in a bit of shock. Sorry I didn't tell you my plan, uncle. It was just too good of an opportunity to pass up.”
A waiter passed by with more champagne, and the newly engaged man took a flute. He was hardly eating, and knew he would regret it in the morning, but getting drunk right then seemed to be the perfect idea.
“Besides, Thor is the kind of man who will be a perfect husband. I know you've all just met him, but proposing in front of my family felt right.” He said, taking a swig.
Erik only grunted, but he couldn't be mad, really. Loki was happy, and that alone was enough to make the older man smile.
"A toast then," he raised his glass, and everyone followed suit. "To Loki. Birthday boy, crowned Boss, and now a soon to be husband." They all happily clinked their glasses and drank, Erik chuckling lightly as he finished his glass off.
"If it's anything like my marriage was, it'll be harder than running your own empire." He laughed. "It's too bad your father missed out on the moment."
At Loki's look, Erik raised a brow.
"You.. did tell your father about your plan, right?.."
“Of course I didn't.” Loki snorted into his glass. “He's not going to be pleased with me either way. He says I need to provide grandchildren, but we can leave that to Hela.”
A few more guests moved up and snagged Loki away. In the back of the birthday boy’s mind, he wondered if his fiance was asleep. Or worse, awake and plotting revenge.
--
Thor sat back on the bed with only a towel wrapped around his waist after having taken a long hot shower.
The water had cleared his mind a little and he was feeling more back to himself, but he hadn't taken the ring off for some reason.
He slowly twisted it on his finger. Without the fog in his mind, he was getting pissed off again.
Thor had just-- let- Loki try to dominate him. He had let Loki intimidate him with a damn belt and knifes
Had let himself be sodomized and cum over, and had actually obeyed Loki and went back to the room afterwords.
Thor was going to kill that little shit. He was going to actually strangle the life out of him.
He had just stood up when Thor's phone suddenly rang, stopping the larger man immediately.
He walked to the nightstand and picked it up, and his heart skipped a beat, surprised to see that it was his father. He was calling at almost one in the morning...
Thor moved to end the call like he had done often,.. but his finger hovered over it. He hadn't talked to Odin in months..
Thor sat back down on the bed, and took a steadying breath before answering.
"...hey dad.."
Odin sounded genuinely surprised Thor picked up, and the blond could hear a small sigh of relief barely audible from the other side.
"Thor-, you actually answered."
Thor closed his eyes.
"Yea-, yeah I'm sorry, I've just..." the last time they talked, Thor had been somewhere in Oregon, and he'd let his dad know he was getting closer to Loki. "I've been caught up." Thor changed the subject, wanting to talk about anything there than the man he intended to strangle later tonight. "You ok? It's one in the morning-,"
"..Thor. Where are you?.. it's 8 in the morning here."
Fuck-
Thor had forgotten about damn time zones.
"I'm just- taking a break from everything dad, don't worry."
"You're not even in the United States.. are you." The question was more of a statement and Thor cursed under his breath and rubbed the space between his eyes.
"Uh..no-, I uhhmm... in in Australia."
"Australia.." Odin repeated, and Thor could hear the surprise hidden in his voice. "What about your man hunt?"
Thor's heart beat faster. He couldn't tell his dad he'd found Loki, or that he was the reason he was in Australia in the first place, meeting everyone- but he couldn't tell him that he had given up entirely because it would raise suspicions just the same.
"It's just- a vacation.." Thor used the words Loki had back in Washington. "You know- parties- friends- sex---- shit-, not the last part just- friends, and things-." Thor mentally cringed to himself. "Never mind-,. I'm just taking a break."
"You're drunk."
"Dad-, its fine."
"..Thor.." he could hear the older man shifting, setting some papers down on his desk.
"I'm not going to pretend I understand what you went through.. or what you are doing... but.." Odin hesitated. "Thor..son, if you come home.. I can help you..."
"Dad I don't need-"
"Don't need help yes I know. You've adamantly told me." Odin sighed. There was a long silence. "Come back home, Thor. I can get you reinstated to the force.. and we can track this boy down together. The right way."
Thor was silent, stunned.
Give him him his job back? The thought filled him with both hopeful longing and a pained resignation.
He couldn't go back... not anymore.
"Dad..I-"
The doors burst open, and Loki came in loudly with smiles and laughter and carrying two large bottles of champagne.
"Shit- I gotta go- I'll call you later-" Thor hung up before Odin could reply.
Loki was closing the doors behind him, stumbling a bit. He hadn't seen Thor on his phone, only focusing on the towel wrapped around his waist, the white stark against his tanned skin.
“All showered up and clean, baby?” He slurred, giggling as he set the champagne bottles down on the table and began to strip to his lingerie. “Perrrrrfect.”
Grabbing the bottles, he swayed over to the bed, sitting on Thor’s lap, bringing one to his mouth, watching with half lidded eyes as the blond took a hearty swig. Loki then took a drink himself. He was so drunk, and everything was warm and fuzzy. And Thor looked so handsome and smelled so good. Loki groaned into his neck as he took in a deep breath of his scent.
“I'm so happy, Thor.” Loki mumbled into his neck. “You make me so happy.... I was thinking of killing myself if you stopped chasing me.”
Hands on his side made him sit up properly. Loki’s eyes were bleary, so he couldn't read his fiance’s face. Taking another swig from the open bottle, he wiped his mouth with his arm.
“My dad hit me all growing up. And cut me too. It's the only way I know how to deal with pain. That's why I'm so glad you can do it for me, and it’s safe.” He grinned, taking another drink and offering it to Thor. “He made me kill my mum, you know. Yeah...”
Slumping against Thor, Loki turned his head to face out the window.
“Cause she wanted out.” Loki started giggling maniacally. “Can you believe that? She wanted out.... So I had to shoot her in the head.”
Loki sat back up, then leaned back to put the bottles on the ground, nearly falling if it hadn't been for Thor’s hands around his waist. Safely seated again, Loki pulled Thor into a kiss.
“I wanna give you everything you deserve. I'm gonna marry you... And then I'm gonna buy you a big house.” He hiccuped a bit. “I wanna make you so happy, baby. I wanna make you as happy as you make me.”
Sliding one of Thor’s hands off his waist, he used it to glide up his chest, and push the bralette up, revealing his pierced nipple. Then the other. Something cool touched his hand and Loki looked down and saw it was water. Then he felt it slide down his cheek and he touched it.
He was crying.
Thor took Loki's hands in his own, expression long gone of anger and replaced instead with one of disbelief and worry.
"Loki-," his voice was soft, incredulous and he cupped a pale wet cheek. Loki was still smiling at him, but his eyes were filled with a deep sadness and tears flowed freely from them.
Thor couldn't believe what Loki was telling him, and if the smaller man hadn't been so drunk he might not have believed him, but there was something about the utter openness of Loki's confession that spilled forth as truth.
Sober, this was never something would bring up. Not even to Thor.
"Baby," Thor wiped Loki's tears, despite it being in vain as new ones slipped down his face immediately after. But Thor kissed him anyway, and held him steady on his lap.
"I love you, I love you so much.." he made Loki look up at him, unsure if the younger man could even focus on him. "That's all I want you to think about is how much I love you and care about you," Loki was too drunk, and Thor knew that it would only spiral him into darker thoughts if he dwelled on them from experience. Though.. this was infinitely darker than anything Thor had ever had to deal with-, which only strengthened the blond's resolve.
Thor picked him up and lay him gently onto the bed, ridding the younger of the lingerie, but making no sexual advantages on him as he did. "Baby I'm going to take you far away from everything one day." He promised as he undressed him. "I'm going to take you to places you've never seen and I'm going to make sure no one can hurt you."
Loki sighed as Thor’s hands rubbed his side's gently, rubbing away the marks left by the lace. The bed was so warm, and so soft. He felt like he was drifting away. Thor was being so nice to him, and he giggled when he thought of how angry they had been earlier.
“I've never been to Hawaii.” He giggled, then sat up. “I want more champagne.”
Crawling to the edge of the bed, he wiped his blurry eyesight with the back of his hand and reached for the open bottle.
Thor grabbed it before he could, and the other one as well before Loki could try to get that one too.
"No. You've had enough baby, you're drunk."
Thor walked over to the drink station and put the bottles down and instead got a water bottle kept in the mini fridge.
He came back to Loki pouting slightly and handed him the now open water.
"Drink." He ordered, but his voice wasn't hard.
Obeying, Loki didn't take the water bottle but instead drank when Thor tipped it towards him. It was so cold and he shivered, even more so when he pulled back suddenly and it spilled a bit down his chest.
“Thor.” Loki whined, rubbing the water off. Soon, big arms were wrapped around him, holding him close. Loki caught Thor's hand and saw the ring was on it. “You kept it on. I thought you were going to throw it away as soon as you could.”
Thor looked down at the ring, then back up to Loki.
"Of course I kept it on..." he said quietly, gently squeezing Loki's hand. He moved onto the bed, pulling the wavering man with him.
"I made you a promise.." though Thor was still angry about the whole situation,. Right now was neither the time nor soberness to talk it out.
"I said I wouldn't leave you … now I can't."
Loki was about to open his mouth to say something, but Thor silenced him with a kiss.
"You need to sleep Loki... you'll feel better in the morning.." Thor said, wrapping both his arms around the smaller man.
“I won't be mad if you leave me.” Loki promised, eyes still closed from the kiss. “I'll just die, you know? I'll go see my mum.”
Settling into his arms, Loki sighed and stuck his hand in Thor's still damp hair.
“Before I pulled the trigger.... She told me she loves me and forgave me.” He murmured. “But how can you forgive someone for doing that? I couldn't... Can't...”
He was starting to drift off to sleep, but he was trying to hold on to talk more. No one ever listened to him.
“I'll bet she won't even want to see me when I die.” Turning into Thor’s arms, Loki pulled Thor down for a kiss. “Everyone leaves... So I won't be mad at you when you go.”
"Shut up." Thor growled, catching Loki by surprise by the strength of his voice. He moved so that he was above Loki, an arm braced on either side of his head.
"Don't you dare say that, Loki Jotun." Thor didn't care if he didn't know his mother or what their relationship between her and her son was, but he knew Loki's statements were bull shit.
"You said your mother forgave you. That she understood what you had to do to survive, that this was the only path you could take. She didn't want to leave you but I know she doesn't hate you. .. and neither do I."
He leaned down and kissed Loki, tasting the alcohol heavy one his breath. "I'm angry Loki. But I meant what I said. I don't want to leave you, and I'm not going to. So you can wipe those thoughts out of your mind right now. I refuse to give up on you."
The shock wore away and Loki reached up and gently stroked Thor's face.
“You're so beautiful.” He whispered, clumsily moving the man’s hair back, trying to take him in. “You're just so beautiful.”
Pulling him down all the way, Loki kissed him, then ran his hands up and down the strong shoulders and back of his fiance. To run his fingers in his hair, to feel his skin, so soft and so warm. Everything he loved was in his arms, right there, just so close to him. Sleep was calling him, but he wanted to hold onto Thor as long as he could, to keep touching him and feel him.
“Don't say no...” Loki whispered, making Thor look up at him. “When I ask you to make love to me, don't say no.”
Thor wanted to deny him. He wanted to tell him that he was far too drunk to really think about what he was asking.
But Loki's soft sweet pleas and sad kisses wore Thor's resolve.
Thor wanted to show Loki that he meant the words that he said, even if they wouldn't be remembered in the morning.
Thor kissed him again, tongue playing against Loki's lazily as his hand went to rid him of the towel between them. Loki was already half hard, and he helped it along by stroking him.
"I love you baby," he said against his lips. Loki moaned under him, hips lazily pressing up into Thor's as his hand worked him. Without stopping, Thor reached for the lube on the bedside table and wet his fingers with it, slipping them to Loki's hole.
“Don't- just get inside me. I'm okay.” Loki begged, reaching down and rubbing Thor’s cock to hardness. “Daddy, please.”
Loki laid back, and didn't fight it as Thor insisted on prepping him, moaning sweetly for his fiance.
“Thor... I'll be your wife, if you want.” He mumbled, spreading his legs wider. “I'll wear dresses for you, baby. And when we get our house, I'll cook and clean for you.”
Pushing Thor off with a grunt, he turned around, and stuck his ass in the air.
“Please, baby.”
Thor took the invitation, running his hands up Loki's tattooed back and back down to grab onto his hips and he pressed into his twitching red hole.
"I don't want a wife," Thor said, thrusting into Loki's tightness as he spoke. He leaned forward and cupped his hand against Loki's throat, pulling him up to sit fully onto his cock. "I want you, Loki. As you are."
Thor would have Loki wear dresses as the blond pleased, he would order him around to do menial tasks just for the power of it, but not because he wanted a wife.
"I don't care how fucked up things get for us, how broken you are, I only want you as you."
“Haaaaa-” Loki panted, sitting back fully, eyes sliding shut as he took it all in.
“I just want to be perfect for you.” He cried out as he was lifted up and down again. “I want to be everything- ah! Everything you deserve.”
Loki stopped talking as Thor had him bouncing on his lap, and moans fell out instead. He wrapped his arm around Thor's neck, crying out as his prostate was pounded into. A thrill was sent through his body as he heard Thor grunt into his ear, and it made him shiver. Being so pleasantly drunk and feeling so full and loved made him weep in pleasure.
Thor kissed and nipped his neck roughly as he thrusted into his lover. He reached between Loki's spread legs and stroked his cock, while his other hand stayed at his neck.
Loki was a fucked up, imperfect, lawless brat and had more flaws than he did tattoos and piercings,
But he was perfect to Thor.
Loki had been right when saying Thor had fallen for him on the first day. And he was still falling for the bastard.
Each thrust brought him closer and closer, and he kept fucking into Loki even as the younger's body shuddered and he felt his hot seed spill into Thor's hand.
The drunk man's cries filled the room, and he reached up to twist a hand into Thor's hair and exposing more of his neck to the large blond.
Thor was milked inside of Loki, and only after a few more deep thrusts, Thor came too, his grip on Loki tensing as he shook with the release.
They slumped together, and Loki sighed quietly as he was lifted off of Thor’s softening member. He got up on shaky legs and went to the bar area, taking deep swigs of the flat champagne.
“No- if I don' drink more, I'll ‘ave nightmares.” He slurred when Thor tried to take it away. Leaning on the bar, he tipped the bottle back and with a few deep gulps, he finished the bottle. Humming badly, he let Thor take him to the bed, and he could feel the heat from the alcohol sweep over him, and he sighed happily. A wet cloth was between his legs and it took him a minute to realize it was Thor who was cleaning him up.
“Man, I love you.” He giggled in delight as he was lifted and put further up the bed. “Thor, I love yooouuuu.”
The new wave of alcohol had hit him, especially on his empty stomach, and he was singing a song as Thor tucked him in.
“Gold on your fingertips- fingertips against my cheek-” He sang, catching the hand that had the ring on it, rubbing it ungracefully across his face.
Laying back against the pillows, he closed his eyes, then struggled to open them again. Sleep claimed him almost instantly.
Thor watched over the extremely drunk man as he slept, softly petting his hair when he would groan out and holding him when Loki's hands aimlessly searched for him.
Today had been a hell of a roller coaster of emotion and events and realizations,. And Thor was utterly drained from it. He wanted nothing more than to sleep alongside his ... fiance.. but he couldn't sleep.
He was thinking about Loki's confessions, about what his Laufey made him do, and Thor realized that Loki could have turned out so much more like his father than this poor broken boy in his arms.
And then there was his own father.. extending the option to come back. To be a part of the force he loved so much. And the fact that Odin missed his son so much, he was willing to bend more rules to have him come home and even wanted to help Thor with his hunt.
Thor felt guilty, but, he had no choice but to lie to him. He couldn't know that he'd found him, and that he had fallen even deeper in love; especially when his father only assumed Thor's obsession was out of hate. He'd never let his father think otherwise.
Thor shook the thoughts from his mind as Loki shifted in his sleep. It was best if Odin was kept out off the loop, that way he was out of the Jotun's eyes. And Loki was out of Odin's.
It was almost dawn by the time Thor finally fell asleep.