Chapter 7
Gentle fingers stroking Loki’s hair woke him up. His head was pounding but the gentle fingers felt so nice. Sighing, he turned over, and Thor wrapped an arm around him, pulling him into his chest. As Loki woke up fully, he stiffened, then realized his body wasn't hurting. And Thor was kissing him good morning so sweetly.
“What happened last night?” Loki asked, suspicious. “All I remember is.... getting mad at you because you cornered me... And that's it... What happened?”
The hand in his hair came down to stroke his cheek and Loki saw Thor was wearing his ring.
“Why do you have my ring on?”
Thor's hand slowed to a stop, and he furrowed his brows and Loki's confusion.
Did Loki really not remember? ...Maybe he was even more drunk than Thor thought, which honestly was saying something.
".... You don't remember.. anything?" If Loki was telling the truth, everything from him turning the plug off to Sigyn and the proposal and the garden and even here in this room was forgotten.
He looked down at the ring Loki's fingers trailed over.
"Baby.... you, sort of proposed to me.. on stage."
“Proposed?” Loki was so confused. “What? Like a business proposal or.... or marriage?!”
He sat up, and then fell back on the bed, his head throbbing. A marriage proposal?
“Fuck! Fuck!” He cursed, rubbing his temples. “I'm so sorry, Thor. Fuck.”
A million thoughts raced through his head. If he proposed on stage, that meant it was in front of everyone, all of his family that had gathered and the associates they had who had been invited. And if Thor had the ring on, it meant he had said yes. The thought filled Loki with glee till he remembered that Thor had to have said yes because Loki had done it publicly in front of his family. A notorious crime family and if Thor said no....
“I'm so sorry, Thor. We don't have to- its fine if you don't want to be. I know we said we would take it slow. I'm so sorry, daddy.”
"Loki, Loki,- baby," Thor put his hand's on Loki's to calm him. "It's alright.."
Thor knew he could have said anything at this point. He could have asked Loki to call it all off, or he could have indeed taken the ring off last night. But he hadn't, and he didn't.
He had meant everything he said. And in the light of the afternoon sun trickling in from the windows, Thor's decision hadn't changed.
"You were extremely drunk.. and angry.. but..." he offered Thor a slight smile to the distraught looking man. "..how can I say no to the man I love?.."
Loki looked at him, smiling a bit.
“But... I know I was acting like a brat last night.... why didn't you punish me?” He asked, secretly glad he didn't have an aching body and a raging headache to wake up to. It would've been too much and there was no way he could take Thor out if he was incapacitated like that. But still, it made him nervous.
Thor smirked.
"Trust me.. I'm still going to punish you for it.. but." Thor wasn't going to tell him everything. Not about their talk or about the confessions Loki spouted drunkenly.
"I just decided to have mercy on you last night." He said instead, lying. "I had a lot to drink too, so, we sort of just tumbled into bed really.."
Loki hummed, and cuddled into Thor, smiling into his chest.
“You're my fiance...” He giggled quietly, stroking Thor’s side. Turning his head, he nipped the nipple in front of him, earning a soft, but firm swat to his behind in return. Suckling the nipple, he looked up at Thor, smiling around the reddened bud. His headache wasn't pounding as much. And he was sure his elation at having proposed to Thor and his lover accepting was helping.
Thor moaned lowly, the sound graveling with morning sleepiness.
"Keep that up, and I will punish you right here and now.." he raised a brow, daring Loki to test it.
But his hands had come up on Loki regardless, slowly running the length of his back, then slowly down his thighs.
"Do you remember what I made you wear last night?" He ventured to ask. "..I should have made it leather.."
“Yeah... I had panties on.” Loki replied, pushing Thor to lay back a bit so he could suck on the other, still soft bud. He loved Thor’s body, loved how fit he was and how hot he was. “But leather here.... That should wait till we’re home, daddy.”
He felt down and grabbed Thor’s hardening cock, pumping the shaft.
“Why don't you ever let yourself get lost in the pleasure too? You only do it when you're gonna cum.... Never the whole time.” Loki asked, moving back to the other nipple. He hadn't realized Thor’s were so sensitive.
Thor let out a soft moan, biting his lower lip as Loki played with him.
"I do get lost in it." He said, "Especially when I'm suffocating you." He smiled, pressing his hips up against Loki's.
"I mean, letting go of control is..," he chuckled, threading his hand through Loki's hair. "..hard."
He pulled Loki up from his nipple to kiss him, not letting him pull away until Loki was panting in breath.
Loki continued to toy with his nipples, pinching them and rolling them gently, climbing on top of his man as he did so, kissing him and grinding down. Thor grabbed his hips, and Loki felt the ring against his skin, sending a pleasant shiver through him.
“You should let me tie you up sometime... Just so I can worship you, daddy.” Loki purred, biting his lip. “Completely uninterrupted... Just focusing on you.”
Thor's brows raised.
"Tie me up?" It had never crossed his mind, and he couldn't imagine letting this small man on top of him doing so.
"I don't think I can give up that much control, baby." He moaned again when Loki pinched his nipple harder.
He moved his hand from Loki's hair to his ass, giving it a smack before grabbing him and pressing the smaller man against him. He could feel Loki's cock hard against his lower stomach, and he slickened a finger with the precum that was welling there.
Slipping his finger between his cheeks, Thor teased at Loki's entrance.
Loki arched, sitting back on Thor’s finger.
“You should.” Loki groaned. “Besides, I can be very dominating too.”
He moved to kiss his fiance’s neck, missing the look on Thor’s face, who was remembering the garden.
“I'll tie you up... And kiss and lick every inch of your body, daddy. Fuck-” He hissed as the thick finger entered him all the way. “Fuck, Thor. You do realize you look like a god, right? You're so fucking hot.”
The last part came out as a whine as Thor smacked his ass with his other hand.
Thor growled approval at the sounds Loki was making, pulling his finger out and replacing it with two.
"But I think whining and begging suits you far too much to be dominating," Thor steered the conversation away from the memories and how it had made him feel, because he would make sure he wasn't ever drunk enough to let that happen... again.
Thor spanked Loki again, a little harder.
"I never gave you your birthday spankings." Thor realized with a grin. He switched their positions and put Loki's back onto the bed, quickly replacing his fingers to make Loki moan again.
"And since I didn't get you a gift.. I'll let you choose how you get them. Belt, hand, or cane?"
Loki pouted, biting his lip as he moaned again.
“Uhmm....” He was lost in Thor fingering him, and jolted when his fiance put a hand on his thigh, shaking slightly to get him out of it. “Hand, daddy. I love your hands.”
He took Thor's free one and sucked on the first two fingers, working his tongue around them and moaning as the fingers inside his ass worked harder.
"Mm, fuck, baby.." Thor moaned as Loki sucked on his fingers, feeling the tongue move between them and along the roughness of his skin. He pushed them in, making Loki gag a little and he chuckled, sliding his spit soaked fingers out of his mouth.
Thor leaned down and kissed him, but only a peck, just to make Loki sigh in frustration.
"Twenty Six," Thor iterated as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
He snapped his fingers and pointed to his knees, and obediently Loki crawled onto his lap. But, instead of supporting Loki on both his legs, Thor lifted one to hook over the back of Loki's effectively pinning the young man to his lap and leaving his hands free.
Loki's ass was presented higher as a result and Thor grabbed a plump asscheek and grinned. "Count them out baby, or I might have to start over."
With that, Thor swung his hand out and smacked his ass. And again, and not he third time, Thor aimed low, hitting the soft sensitive flesh of Loki's thighs hard enough to leave a bright red handprint.
The new position sent a thrill through Loki, and even though Thor had him locked in tight, the slight off balance exhilarated him.
“Four!” He cried as Thor brought his hand down onto the backs of his thighs again. It felt so good. “Five!”
His cock was rock hard, rubbing against Thor's leg as he was spanked again and again. Tears came to his eyes and he was sobbing within ten spanks, crying out for Thor in between counts.
“Twelve!” He gasped, able to feel the heat coming off his daddy's hand and his own bottom. “Thirteen!”
As Thor spanked him, he felt a surge of relief flow through his body, as if each spank was taking a layer of stress off of him. In the back of his mind, Loki knew more had happened at the party than Thor was going to tell him.
“Haaaaa- sixteen!” He cried out, wiggling a bit. “Daddy, I'm gonna cum!”
"You had better not cum in my lap, boy," Thor said firmly as he slapped him again lower on his thighs which were turning just as red as his ass. "Or I will shove my fist up that tight pretty little ass of yours,"
And Thor meant it. Each yelp of pain brought out the fire in Thor's chest, the anger from last night, the punishment he wanted so badly to delve out for the garden.
He almost wanted Loki to disobey.
"Are you gunna cum like a whining teenager?" SMACK! "Are you that much of a pain slut you'll cum from a punishment?" SMACK!!
Loki sobbed as he counted, willing himself to think of other things than the spankings so he wouldn't cum.
“Twenty-three!” He cried. He was so close. Another smack, and another. “Twenty-five!”
Shuddering breaths wracked his body as he waited for the last spank, but Thor had paused, of all times, to rub his bottom and thighs. It was almost too much when the blond rubbed in between his cheeks, teasing his hole. Loki held his breath, whimpering from the gentle caresses. Wiggling, he wanted that last spank so bad.
And Thor finally gave it to him.
“Twenty-six!” He all but screamed, loudly sobbing, his whole body shaking from the cries. “Daddy, let me cum, let me cum, please.”
His cock was so hard, and it felt like he was going to pass out.
“Thank you for spanking me, daddy.” He cried. After several sobs, he tried to look at Thor. “Was I a good boy, daddy?”
Thor purred at the way Loki's breath shuddered with desperation. Loki hadn't cum like he'd expected, and Thor was a little impressed actually.
He slowly rubbed the thin man's sore ass, feeling Loki's cock twitch against him.
"Yes baby you were a very good boy. But.." he kept a hand on his ass while the other grabbed a thick handful of hair. "No, you don't get to cum yet. You were very, very bad last night, taking out your plug without daddy's express permission."
Thor could see the tears wetting Loki's red cheeks, had felt them drop onto his thigh and it only served to make his own cock harder.
Thor released his leg from pinning Loki's and sat him up onto the bed.
"Do not even think about touching yourself, or you won't get to cum until my birthday." He warned and stood up to go to Loki's toy box.
He pulled out the bright red rope he had seen a few days ago, running his fingers along the soft weave of it before returning to his lover. Without saying anything or explaining himself, Thor had Loki turn so he could tie his arms behind his back, then pushed him onto the bed so he could tie his legs too.
Once Loki was completely secured, cock still weeping for attention, Thor took a step back and smiled.
He turned around and lazily made his way to the drinks, grabbing out a water and opening it to drink, completely ignoring Loki's whines of protest.
“Daddy, did I take out my plug?” He asked, trying to find some leverage, trying to hump the bed to relieve himself someway. “I don't remember, daddy.”
He didn't expect to be tied up the way he was and realized he had been screaming. He prayed it didn't echo down the hallways, but then remembered his uncle once mentioning the rooms were designed in case they needed to be sealed. That reassured him for a moment in thinking that probably meant they were soundproof to a degree.
Loki whined as he saw Thor’s cool eyes watching him.
“I'm sorry, daddy. I don't remember doing that- I'm sorry.” He was getting more desperate, but the thought that something else had happened the night before made him curious. “Daddy, I didn't do anything else bad did I?”
Thor didn't answer him, instead drinking his water and setting it down slowly. Next to the two empty bottles of Champagne before walking back to Loki.
His cock was still hard, and Thor stroked himself as he looked Loki over. The bright red against his pale tattooed skin contrasted beautifully as Loki struggled in them. Part of him wished he'd learned that knot-tying art, ,.. that would be gorgeous on his captive lover.
"Tell me what you remember from the party and after. Everything you think might have happened last night." He didn't think Loki would remember. Not if he didn't remember even proposing, but Thor wanted to be sure.
Screwing up his face in concentration, Loki stopped moving, trying to remember. It was all so fuzzy. He closed his eyes, trying to think.
“Daddy got mad cause I was close with my friend...” Loki said, eyebrows furrowing. “So you made my plug stronger, and took me to a corner...”
He blushed, remembering how desperate he had been.
“I humped daddy's leg, and you told me to be a good boy, or else I was gonna be in wet panties.” He squirmed, thinking about it. “But I got mad because all of my family was there... And I can't look weak, even in front of them. So I went to the bathroom and turned off the plug, but I didn't take it out, daddy.”
Thor still looked unsatisfied.
“I drank a lot after that... I remember being really, really mad, daddy. But... I can't tell why, but I felt better... I think I went out to get air.” He paused. “But that's all I can really remember, daddy.”
Thor watched Loki as he spoke. He really didn't remember.
"I'll tell you what happened," Thor walked to the edge of the bed, towering over Loki's bound form.
"You and Pietro got handsy. I warned you to stay off of him and you deliberately disobeyed after turning the plug off. I tried to be nice, separating you two but , well.. it didn't work."
Thor felt the jealousy rising in him again as he spoke. He didn't like being ignored, which is what Loki had done.
"Sigyn tried to talk to me, and then you decided to propose." Thor fingered the ring still on his hand.. "And baby.. I was so angry with you."
Thor watched as Loki tried to remember any of this, a flash of anger passing behind his eyes when Thor mentioned Sigyn.
"And oh yes.. we did go and get some air. And you slapped me. And pulled a knife on me, and your belt."
Loki’s eyes widened at the last part, then he looked confused.
“Daddy-?” He let his head fall to the bed, trying to remember. The cool air from the night before, he could feel that. It was on his neck... on his stomach.... on his thighs. “I-I don't remember that, Thor.”
Thor was still heated from the memory, and it wasn't entirely from anger. Thor trailed his fingers up Loki's bewildered face, curling around a dark lock as he continued.
"You undressed in the garden, right down to your lacy lingerie I had you wear. That was when you removed your plug and.." he stopped himself. "Mm.... well.." he ignored the damned heat that crawled up his neck thinking about Loki dominating him.
He let the lock of hair fall from his fingers. "I went back to the room and you went back to the party for a little while."
“Wait- why was I undressed?” Loki asked, leaning into the hand, whining softly when it moved away. “Daddy, what happened in the garden? I don't remember any of it... I... Did I really slap you?”
He didn't think he was that mad, but then
again, he knew he wouldn't have drank that much if he wasn't pissed.
"Yes.."
Thor bit his lower lip, not saying anything for a few seconds.
"You... were teaching me a lesson." Thor said finally. "No... you were claiming me, actually." Thor looked back to Loki, hating that his own expression changed when he admitted what happened. "We had sex and you,,." His fingers unconsciously went to his mouth. "Rode me,. And fucked my mouth, .. came on my face.." the memory was still so fresh, and his cock twitched despite Thor's efforts on having tried to deny that he had sort of enjoyed it.
Loki flushed a deep red, and squirmed, looking away. All of that? He did all of that? His face was screwed up again, not in confusion, but in disappointment.
“I don't remember any of that....” He pouted, then looked up at Thor. “Let's do it again, so I can remember it, daddy.”
The thought that he dominated Thor, while still being a bottom, made it all the more pleasurable. But if he was going to do it again, he didn't want to be angry. He wanted to exude the same control and cool as Thor.
“Daddy, let me do it again, please.” He begged, so turned on by the thought.
Thor stared at him. It had been one thing to let it happen while they were both drunk, and angry- but
To do it without, and completely sober-,.? Thor was awash again with the heat and his heart beat a bit faster.
Damn it- Thor was a dom, he was a sadist- he enjoyed being the one to torture.
So why had Thor enjoyed it?
"I don't know baby," the crossed his arms and instead of looking at Loki's big pleading eyes, he took in the way he was tied up. Gift wrapped almost. He was Thor's.
"We were both pretty drunk."
“I want that as my real birthday present, daddy.” Loki begged, wriggling, so turned on again. “Please, daddy.”
With a whine, he tried humping the bed again, finally getting a bit of relief when a bit of bunched up blanket found its way under him. Thor just watched him quietly as Loki humped desperately. It wasn't enough to relieve him, and Loki whined more.
“You liked it, didn't you?” Loki asked. “You like being told you're mine, don't you, daddy?”
That heady feeling from the garden was returning as Thor watched Loki, swallowing when he asked.
Thor realized just how much more turned on Loki had become just from talking about it, which in turn had the same effect on the larger man.
"..Yes," he finally admitted, flushing slightly. "I liked it.."
He leaned over Loki, their eyes locking in an unreadable expression as Thor loosened the rope's knots.
Untied, Loki sprawled out for a moment, relaxing his limbs before he caught Thor's wrist and pulled him down on top of him.
Grinding up against his hips, and with a firm hand in the blond locks, Loki kissed him roughly.
“Du er min nå.” Loki purred deeply against Thor's lips. “You are mine now.”
The shiver it sent through Thor was enough to convince Loki to go through with it. Grabbing a handful of his lover’s ass, Loki flipped them, running his hands down the tanned body in the same way Thor did. Possessively. The tattooed man was admiring his property. As he did so, Loki made the note to himself that one day he would have to fuck Thor too. Luckily, the ring on his finger meant they had time for that.
Getting off, Loki slapped Thor’s thigh lightly.
“Go pick out something for me to wear, daddy.” He ordered softly.
Thor got up from the bed, cock aching heavily between his legs as he did. Even the small slap on his thigh had sent a jolt through him, and he couldn't believe he was about to let Loki do this again.
Thor looked through the fetish wear, going in between a few different ones a few times before finally pulling out one.
It was solid black, with ornate straps that would cross over his shoulders and by his neck, leaving most of his chest bare for Thor to admire tattoos and toy with pierced nipples. Straps wrapped around to create a crotchless thong, held together with the barest amount of dark lace.
"This one.." Thor took it from the wardrobe and came back to the bed, presenting it to Loki.
“Dress me.” He said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Thor obeyed, and Loki ran his hands through the man's hair as he was dressed in basically straps. “Mmm... my fiance... go sit up against the headboard.”
Loki’s eyes followed as Thor obeyed again, and his cock twitched between his legs at his lover’s compliance. Knowing he had seen it, Loki looked over the side of the bed and smiled, scooping up the belt as he crawled up to meet Thor, stopping his his feet. Folding it, Loki gently ran it across his daddy’s legs, watching him. Then up and down the side of one thigh, grazing his balls as he moved it across to the other side. Climbing, Loki sat in thor's lap, purposefully pushing Thor’s cock down, sitting on top of it.He caught the blond’s mouth in a wet, sloppy kiss, a hand tightly in his hair, the other scratching down the side of a well formed pec.
“This-” He said, pulling thor's hair back to separate them, then kissed Thor again. “This mouth is mine.”
He trailed down and kissed along Thor's neck, briefly wrapping his hand around the front and squeezing.
“This neck is mine.”
He kissed and sucked on both nipples, biting down on one to make Thor moan.
“These nipples are mine...” Then claimed Thor’s mouth again, yanking his hair back as he kissed him deeper. “Your moans.... they're mine too.”
Sitting back, he made eye contact with Thor, still holding him tightly by his hair. Then he slapped him, hard, across the face, bringing him in for a kiss before Thor could catch his breath.
“You're mine.” He growled against his lips.
The strike and the kiss stole Thor's breath, and he moaned when Loki tugged his hair back harder.
Being told over and over he was Loki's, with no alcohol to impede either of them, was even more intoxicating than the garden.
His hands settled onto Loki's waist, fingers dipping under the straps that curved around his skin and he was struck with the urge to tear them off of his thin body.
"I'm yours," Thor breathed, tugging at the outfit to pull him closer. His cock pulsed again, and the way Loki was sitting on it was frustratingly restricting and he pressed his hips up against Loki's again.
When Thor’s grip became possessive, he pushed the man's hand off, holding them in his own, kissing the tips and palms.
“These are mine, too. These beautiful, strong hands... They belong to me.” Loki sucked on a finger, then, with his hands over Thor's, ran them all over his body, over the straps and lace. “I'll buy you a proper ring, daddy. One that's nice and big... and shiny... so anyone who sees it knows you're mine.”
Getting off of his lover, Loki sank down between his legs, spreading them wide.
“This big cock is mine too, daddy.” Taking it into his mouth, Loki slurped on the head, making it shiny with his spit. Lapping up the precum, he laughed. “All of the cum that spills from here... it's all mine.”
Reaching under, he grasped Thor’s cheeks hard.
“Even your ass is mine.” Loki dared, licking down his balls, and then with a quick swipe of his tongue, licked Thor’s virgin hole, kissing it. “One of these days, I'm going to fuck you so hard that you pass out.”
Sitting, Loki grabbed the lube from the bedside table, holding the bottle high, spilling some onto Thor’s cock.
“Lube up that big cock for me, baby. I wanna sit on it.” Loki demanded.
Thor didn't hesitate to bid Loki's request and he stroked himself, slicking his cock with another moan.
"I want to feel you baby," he looked up at Loki, watching the way the younger's eyes drank him up. He arched his hips a little, flexing the muscle of his lower abdomen just for show, and was rewarded with a small smirk from his lover.
He finally pulled his hand away, leaving his wet cock standing and practically begging for more attention. "Sit on me baby," Thor urged with his hips again.
Loki didn't satisfy them right away. Instead, he played with Thor's nipples, sucking and biting while he tugged on the other one. Thor's hand came underneath him and played with his pierced ones and Loki moaned appreciatively. Sitting up, but keeping some distance between Thor’s cock, Loki rubbed a pierced nipple against Thor's, blushing despite himself as he did so. The sound it drew from Thor was well worth it, and Loki claimed his mouth. A strand of saliva connected their lips as they parted, which made Loki kiss him again, roughly.
Sitting back, Loki straddled Thor, a hand guiding Thor into his warmth. As he sunk down on his cock, he slapped him across the face again.
“You're my fucking bitch, Thor. At the end of the day, you fucking belong to me.”
Thor cussed out a moan, the tightness around his cock only being amplified when Loki slapped him. He threw a glare up at Loki, almost throwing the younger onto the bed in a flare of retaliation to his words, but it was doused by the equal pleasure from them coupled with the pain radiating from his cheek.
He wanted this-, he wanted Loki to claim him more than he wanted to pin him down and fuck him into the mattress.
He throbbed inside of Loki, thrusting up immediately to urge Loki to start riding him.
"Baby don't tease me-,"
Loki grabbed the belt, smacking the side of Thor’s thigh with it, loving the way Thor jumped.
“I'll tease you all I want, Thor. Did you think I'd wait five years and not have my way with you?” He grabbed his hair and smacked his thigh again. “Ohhhh, fuck- you're so fucking big. I love riding this big cock.”
He was rolling his hips, letting Thor thrust up into him. Loki was high on the sensation of dominating Thor like this, and that his love was being so compliant. Every few seconds, he would hit him with the belt, his fingers coming up to pinch his nipple. Thor was making noises Loki didn't know he could make and it was intoxicating.
“Tell me who you belong to, baby.” Loki demanded, using the belt to slap Thor’s side.
Thor cried out as the belt hit him again, stringing the same spot several of the others had before. The pain flashed and melted into pleasure, turning his cry to a loud unabashed moan.
He hadn't expected Loki to take the role so quickly, and his hits were stronger for someone so thin, but fuck if he weren't turned on in a whole new level.
He didn't stop fucking into Loki's ass no matter how many times he was hit, and he panted and his hands found purchase in the straps of Loki's panties again.
"You-," he managed out between breaths, "I belong to you-"
“That's right, bitch.” Loki growled through gritted teeth. Thor hit his sweet spot and he couldn't help dropping his head back, moaning loudly as the head kept nudging into it. “Fuck- oh fuck, I'm gonna fucking-”
He grabbed Thor’s hands, binding them with the belt, then held them over his head. Standing, he forced his cock in Thor's mouth, groaning in satisfaction. The sounds it made as he fucked his mouth made him drop his head back again, his hand firmly in Thor’s hair. Looking to the side, he saw his fiance was thrusting into the air, and a whine showed his frustration at having nothing to relieve him. Loki let go of his hands, which were locked in place by Loki’s other hand in the man’s hair. Thrusting harder, he slapped Thor’s face again.
“Fuck!” He cursed, sliding out and cumming on Thor’s face, milking every last drop onto his fiance’s face. “God, you look so handsome like this.”
He sat back down on Thor’s cock.
“You're such a slut- you're gonna cum in me with my cum all over your face.” He sneered.
Thor gasped a moan when Loki sat back on him again, the movement of his mouth opening slipping some of Loki's seed into his mouth, tasting the salt of his lover's claim.
Fuck he was going to cum, pulling against Loki's hold on his arms he wanted to grab onto him but was reminded of the belt restraining him instead.
"Fuck-fuck baby I'm gunna -" he couldn't even finish his sentence before his whole body was rocked with the orgasm, filling Loki with hot white jets of cum. Loki rode him out as he did, fucking Thor until he gave every bit into his ass.
Loki stilled after a moment, pulling Thor's messy face to him, kissing him. With his finger, he cleaned up Thor’s face, having him lick it clean when it was too loaded with cum.
He undid the belt and dropped it, kissing Thor, soothing the slap marks with his hands and mouth.
“Thank you, daddy.” He whispered against his lips. “That was the best birthday present ever.”
Thor returned the kiss with heated vigor, answering his thanks with a growl of approval and wrapped his free arms around him to pull the smaller man flush against him.
Thor's head still spun with the control he'd let his lover take, and though he wouldn't let it happened often, he had to admit he enjoyed it just as much as Loki had.
"You're welcome baby," he finally said, pulling away from the kiss. "Happy birthday, brat,"
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If Loki thought Thor had been pleased with their bedroom activities in the early afternoon, it was nothing compared to watching the blond tackle the waves. Surfing in Australia- it was something the ex cop had always wanted to do, yet never had the chance before. Loki was sitting on his board, safe from the waves, covering his body in a full wetsuit. As a child, he's had some relative success with surfing, but it was a skill that had to be practiced. Thor definitely had been surfing all his life and it made Loki so happy to watch him.
As for the tattooed man, he was fine just sitting on his board, letting the waves bob him up and down.
The ex cop looked like he belonged with all of the other surfing beach bums that inhabited the Australia coast.
The waves that Thor was surfing were everything he imagined Australia's beaches would be like. The water was cool and choppy and perfect as he balanced on his board, even able to kneel and skim his hand along the water as he did.
It had been so long since he'd felt the ocean's spray, or the salted wind or the sun that beat down warmly and Thor hadn't realized just how much he had missed being on the water.
He had been so ecstatic when Loki suggested going to the beach, and then with childlike excitement when he mentioned getting surfboards. He couldn't help it, nor the grin that had been on his face quite literally the entire time they'd been out.
Loki stayed in the shallows despite Thor's constant coaxing, but,. He did look nice in that wetsuit. Maybe Thor would get him some full body fetish-wear when they were back stateside.
Thor was knocked off his board by a particularly large swell, yanking him out of his thoughts as he met with salt water. He resurfaced laughing however, and straddled his board to swim back over to Loki.
"Come on baby," he said as he pulled up by him, greeting him with a salty kiss. "Pleaseee come surf with me?"
Loki leaned into his kiss, shaking his head as he pulled away a moment later.
“No, baby. I'm not good at surfing. I can do the tiny waves, but nothing like what you're doing.” He objected for the thousandth time. “Besides, I can't watch you if I'm surfing.”
Thor pleaded some more, and Loki found himself paddling out to a smaller swell of waves. True to his word, Loki could hold his own on the small waves, but after a few of those, he gave up, retreating to the shallows again, staying seated on his board.
Thor let him be for now, happy he was able to get a little bit from the smaller man. Loki wasn't bad, honestly, but he was clearly just not used to the water or the fact it changed roughness on its own whim.
But, if Loki was going to be watching him, Thor would give him a show.
He took on larger waves, dusting off his old skills as a local surf contest champion in his youth.
But, 18 was many years ago, and the 34 year old looked fantastic before crashing a few times off the waves.
He didn't mind though, because even from his distance he would hear Loki laughing.
After a while, Thor paddled back over to Loki, newly taking the younger man off his board as he brought him in for a deep kiss.
"Thank you for taking me to the beach, baby."
“You can't visit Australia without visiting the beaches, baby.” Loki replied, returning the kiss. “Let's go to Macca’s.”
That confused Thor and Loki didn't divulge what it was until they were in the car Erik had loaned them while they were out and about.
“Well think about it, babe- its food.” Loki teased him, getting pleasure from Thor’s obvious frustration at not knowing what it is. “You've had it before.”
It wasn't until Thor saw the large Golden Arches that it suddenly clicked, and he busted out laughing.
"Mc Fucking Donald's??" He laughed and Loki nodded enthusiastically as he parked.
"No, Maccas," Loki corrected with a smile as went inside the overly air conditioned building and ordered, and they sat in a back booth as they ate.
It was all so wonderfully nostalgic and new at the same time that Thor couldn't possibly have been in any other mood than good.
Loki snuggled into his side and fed him a fry. It felt so nice- almost like a normal outing. While they would be able to do these often, Loki would make sure they could once in a while. Go places where they weren't known.
“Today has been so good.” He sighed, laying his head on Thor’s shoulder. “So we have tomorrow, and then we leave. Is there anything else you want to do while we are here? There's kangaroo farms and stuff like that. We might be able to hit up Sydney if you want to sight see, my love.”
"Oh I love kangaroos!-" Thor covered his mouth realizing how loudly he'd said that, but they both laughed when they got a few heads to turn their way.
"Actually..." Thor wrapped an arm around Loki's shoulder. "There is something else I've wanted to do..and - promise you won't judge me for it?" He got a raised brow from Loki, but Thor didn't continue until the younger man nodded.
"I've, sort of always wanted to go see a show the opera house. In Sydney." He admitted.
Loki couldn't help laughing loudly, not at his request but that Thor seemed embarrassed about it.
“Baby, of course we can go. Did you really think I'd say no?” He giggled when Thor seemed offended. “My uncle has a permanent box there.”
---
They were seated comfortably in the box, with their hands clasped together. Thor was dressed in a tuxedo, borrowed from Erik, who used to be quite built back in the day. The production for the night was a ballet of Notre Dame de Paris. It was in the second part of it, and Loki turned to look at Thor.
He was enchanted by all of it.
Thor didn't understand any of the language, but he didn't need to, and he was genuinely surprised and enchanted by how easily he followed the story.
Thor probably shouldn't have been as surprised as he was Loki's family had a reserved box at the Opera House, but it had, and they had got tickets that night.
He hadn't told Loki the whole reason he wanted to come.
It reminded him of his childhood, or specifically of his mother.
When Thor had been young, maybe six or seven, he and his mother had gone to a local theater to see an opera, and he remembered how happy she had been. She had even cried. It had been the happiest Thor remembered seeing her in those days.
She'd suffered a miscarriage a month before, and it had lead her and Odin to have loud and angry arguments almost nightly.
Thor hadn't understood the gravity of everything at that age, but he knew it was bad.
Frigga had filed for divorce shortly after. She hadn't fought Odin for custody over Thor, not wanting her surviving son to go through all the legal trials that would have come.
The opera had been one of the last times he'd spent with her.
At the end of the performance, Thor stood and applauded as much of the audience did. It had been a beautiful show, and Thor brought his arm around Loki's waist and kissed his gratitude to the smaller man.
“I'm so happy to see you're happy, my love.” Loki said, kissing him again. “If there's anything you ever want to do, we can do it, okay? I don't want you to feel like you can't ask me... We will do everything, my love.”
His promise resonated deeply in his love’s eyes, and he pulled Thor in for another kiss.
“I love you... Will you take my last name?” He asked. The idea they were engaged had weighed heavily on his mind, and he had been burning to ask. And here, in the beauty of the opera house, with them dressed so nicely. He knelt down, and held Thor’s hand again. “Let me ask you properly.... Will you marry me?”
Surprise showed on Thor's face, and the sounds of the applause in the background muffled as he stared down at Loki's beautiful green eyes.
He wanted to say yes immediately, because he had already had time to process it and decide that he indeed did want this, that he wanted to be with Loki.
But taking his last name... wasn't the same as it would be for a normal couple. The Jotun name was infamous, and it had the crime connotation attached to it. It was more than just Loki's surname..
And Thor hesitated to answer.
But..
Really..
Thor was already in the center of all of this. He was Loki's already in all but name.
....What more could that change?
Thor squeezed Loki's hand and pulled him up to kiss him hard. It was decisive.
"Yes," Thor answered.
Holding him tight, Loki buried his face in his neck.
“I never cried this much till I met you.” He said in his ear, wiping away tears from his face. “I'm going to make you the happiest man on earth. Fuck, I'm going to make you so happy, Thor.”
And he meant it.
---
It was their last full day in Australia and Loki had surprised Thor by handing him a stack of cash.
“Buy whatever you want. There's got to be some things here that we can't find at home.” Loki insisted, as they walked through the large shopping plaza. “You don't really have any clothes.”
Thor only time Thor had ever held this much cash was when he had to bag it for evidence.
And he realized,
That Loki had become his Sugar Daddy...
"I have plenty of clothes," however, six shirts and four pairs of pants did not convince the younger man and he dragged him into one of the shops that sold nicer clothing than the worn ones he kept.
It took Loki a few minutes of convincing and a very intense and 'threatening to become physical' kiss to have Thor finally agree to update and expand his wardrobe.
“Fuck, you look so hot.” Loki said. The shop they were in was very upscale and had huge dressing rooms. Loki was sitting on a chair, watching as Thor slid on $300 AUD jeans, noting how he had to pull them over his butt a bit more. “You look so good in expensive things, daddy.”
Some nice shoes, new shirts, jackets, and pants. Even new underwear. If Loki cared to sum up how much he had spent, it was well over $3000 on his love. But if he was going to be his official eye candy and husband, he needed to look good. Even Volstagg and Hogun had luxury wardrobes for events.
They were passing by a jewelry shop and a ring caught Loki’s eye. Just one for him, but maybe there was something for Thor too.
“What do you think of this one?” Loki asked, holding a single dangling earring to his ear. The ring had turned out to be nothing he actually liked on. “You should get something, Thor. Something really nice.”
Thor smirked at the earring Loki was playing with, but shook his head.
"I don't know, babe." He looked over the shining ornaments behind the case. It still felt strange to be spending someone else's money, especially on things that were so-- ... expensive.
His gaze lingered on a thick titanium band, set with a single small ruby, but moved on when he saw the price.
"Hey-" he said suddenly and turned to Loki. "Why don't we get a piercing?"
Loki craned to look at the ring Thor had eyed.
“That sounds wonderful- do you like that ring?” He asked. Thor raised his hand and said it was too expensive. Looking at the tag, it was $20,000 AUD. “We can get it, baby.”
"Loki,.." Thor protested, bringing a hand up to his thin shoulder to gently pull him away from the jeweler's counter. "It's more expensive than the entirety of our shopping spree. It's nice, sure, but I can't ask you to get it for me on a whim, baby,"
Loki shrugged the hand off and turned to look at Thor.
“I need to find you a proper engagement ring anyways.” He said. “And besides.... I told you I'm going to give you everything you deserve. Thor... this... this is almost nothing to me in terms of price. Its a penny compared to my wealth. Really, darling, if you like it and think it will make a suitable engagement ring, then I will buy it for you.”
His voice kind, but his expression was stern.
“I don't need to buy your love or attention- I have that. I'm not trying to do anything other than give you what you want and what you deserve. Besides,” He said with a cheeky smile. “If I say you have to have it, then you're going to have it and there's nothing you can do about it.”
Thor opened his mouth to retort-, then closed it again, realizing he had all his excuses taken away.
Loki was treating him like Thor would treat him if their financial roles had been replaced.. not to gain approval but rather just to shower him in things that would make him happy.
And, as much as Thor wouldn't admit it out loud.. Loki was right; all the brat had to do was bat his eyes at the blond and he would bend., or break the rules until they bent for him.
"I.. suppose there's really no arguing with that, is there." Thor smirked, but leaned down to kiss his lover.
"You're going to spoil me if you're not careful," he warned as Loki steered them back to the counter and asked to see the ring Thor had eyed.
It was a surprising fit, and was heavy on his hand in an almost comforting way.
"I really like it," he looked up to Loki who had a smirk, hinted with triumph and a bit of 'I told you so'.
“We’re purchasing this, and my fiance will be wearing it out.” Loki said, handing the woman a card. A few moments later, they were back in the Australian sun and Loki decided it was time for lunch. “There's some high rise place I went to a while back... I think it's still here somewhere. Unless of course you want to eat trash instead of $80 plates, baby.”
Even if Thor had insisted on Macca’s again, Loki held his hand and found the building. Seated at the top, they had a fantastic view of the coast and city.
“Mmm, it’s so beautiful here.” Loki said, looking out the window. “Where do you want our wedding to be, love?”
Thor hadn't given it any thought.
Like,.. less than the thought he'd given to the engagement ring now on his hand.
Thor shrugged slightly as he ran a finger over the ruby.
"I'm not sure. Honestly never thought I would get married, so.." he chuckled softy and looked back up to Loki.
"What about you? Grand church? Beach maybe?" He guessed wth a smile. Loki looked radiant in this light, backlit by the lowering sun over the city below.
Loki shook his head.
“No, I always assumed I would get married in the family home. My father married both of his wives there. Hela’s mother and my....” He paused, swallowing thickly. “And my mum. We have a beautiful ballroom, and there's a small chapel on the grounds. I was present when my father married Hela's mother. It was quite beautiful. Photos from his and my mum’s wedding were just as beautiful.”
He looked lost in thought for a moment.
“But we can get married whenever and wherever you want, my love.” He said with a smile. “And then we will go to a beautiful beach for our honeymoon and you can surf to your heart’s content.”
Thor smiled, and took Loki's hand in his own. He hadn't missed the look that crossed over his face when he had mentioned his mother.
He still didn't know Thor knew what happened to her, that he blamed himself for his father's cruelty.
"I ,. Think a beach would be fantastic always," he instead had Loki focus on just the wedding. "There's Hawaii or Aruba,,. Maybe even South Africa, there's a place there you can touch wild great whites." He grinned at the look Loki gave him.
"My parents married in Northern Cali, with all the redwoods and ferns as big as cars. She was a bit of a hippie and dad catered to her every whim."
“Tell me more about your family, baby. I wanna know every single thing about you.” He nearly begged. “I want to know about your childhood. Did you have a dog growing up? When did you start surfing? Is your extended family large?”
A million questions poured out of Loki’s mouth. He just wanted to know- no, craved to know what a normal childhood was like.
Thor was surprised by the enthusiasm In what Loki asked, but the brightness in his green eyes made it utterly impossible for the blond not to answer each question thrown at him.
He told Loki about his parents, about how they had been like a perfect team as much as he remembered, and explained the divorce as well. Most of it was in fuzzy detail, but Loki listened intently.
Thor told him his father was strict after that, upholding rules and laws within their home which he'd learned to obey without question.
Thor also had several dogs growing up, but his favorite had been a mutt his father let him keep after his parent's divorce. He'd named him Masky because of a black band of fur around his eyes, as well as not having been very imaginative with names at that age, but it made Loki laugh.
He had a few aunts, an uncle, but most of them had lived across country so he didn't see them often, and had honestly forgotten some of their names.
The LAPD had become his extended family instead, especially when his father had climbed the ranks and had the respect of the entire department.
Surfing had been a pastime, but he had entered a contest on a whim and found he'd had a knack for it, and had practiced until he did it competitively. It had been where he met Fandral, and they boys had become fast friends, even going into academy together.
As Thor spoke, he realized how much of his life had centered around law, and how ingrained it had become in his day to day life. He thought about his father's offer the other night, and he mentally cursed himself for not even texting him back after ending the call like he did.
..Thor realized he wouldn't be able to invite his father to his wedding. Or anyone, really. Outside of Loki, Thor's social life had consisted of the LAPD. There was no way they could be present,.. there was no way he could even tell his dad he was engaged... that he'd agreed to take the Jotun name.
It might actually kill his old man if he knew.
Loki could sense the sadness right away, seeing the realization on his face.
“Love...” But Loki didn't know what to say. He couldn't offer a balm to the pain he knew Thor must be feeling. He was the root of it all, of course. “Oh Thor, I love you much.”
Loki had his family, and his friends. The life he lived, it was one he knew well. Thor, however, knew nothing about living it. Somehow, Loki was going to have to have him make friends and socialize more. But that might be too much to ask of the cop. Wheels were turning in the tattooed man’s brain as he started to think of the ways he could help Thor.
And more sex seemed like a good idea, of course.