Zombie

They walk up the stairs in a complete silence. Loki pushes the old, ratty door to the sixth floor and Thor follows him: down the corridor, to far left, gray door with a number ''Six hundred and thirty six'' on it.

Loki turns the key and pushes the door.

“After you.” he says with a shaky smile.

Thor browses his pockets for a second, fishing out a dollar coin, places it on the doorstep and steps over.

“Are you a vampire or something?” Jabs Loki.

Thor gives him a sunny smile that makes the raven-haired man’s heart flutter.

“It's an old Viking custom.” He explains. “A blessings of sorts. Mum always had us do that, when we visited someone's house for the first time. It's for prosperity and good luck.”

Loki stares at a coin for a second, unsure if he should point out that he's getting evicted from here in a couple of days or not. While is landlady agreed to give him another week to move out, he knows that's all the courtesy he's going to get from her.

“Thank you.” He says instead, closing the door. “So, should I leave it there? I'm not so familiar with Viking culture, I'm afraid.”

“Leave it there for a night.” Thor clarifies. “Then put it somewhere important. A place that needs luck.”

“Under the bed.” Jokes Loki, closing the door and pushing the light switch up. “So,” he says and walks towards the kitchen cabinets. “I may not know lots of Vikings, but I do know alcohol was held in high regard. Would you like a drink?”

“You don’t drink.” Thor states.

“I don't.” Agrees Loki. “Doesn't mean I can't keep alcohol in my house, does it?” He motions Thor towards the grayish-yellow sofa.

Thor sits, looking around, taking in the surroundings.

The room is simple. White walls. No paintings. No designs or sketches. No TV. A sofa, with a fluffy rug in front of it, small wooden coffee table on the side, worn down leather armchair by the window, next to a heater, with a stool in front of it, covered in paper stacks and pencils. No curtains Brown kitchen cabinets on the other side, with a bar stool in front of it. A toaster, a coffee maker, a microwave. Only the basics. Two doors to either side of the cabinets.

Then his eyes land on something he wouldn't have expected to see: a glass shelf stacked with alcohol. Thor can’t really see the names on them, but they sure look expensive .

“What do you want?” Loki asks.

“Watcha got?”

“All kinds of shit. “ Shrugs Loki. “Whiskey, wine, vodka, Martini, Absinthe, don't even know what this shit is called.” He pulls out a golden bottle.

Thor nearly chokes.

“Do you have any idea how much that shit costs, Loki?” He asks, baffled.

“Nope.”

“Why do you even have it then?”

“It's a gift.”

Right. Like that makes sense. Gifting couple thousand dollars worth bottle of whiskey to someone who doesn’t drink.

“Your friends must be rich.” Thor deduces.

An unpleasant expression passes on Loki's face.

“Hey, you want it or not?” He snaps.

Thor decides it's wiser to let it go. At least  for now.

“Bring it on.” He jokes.

Loki brings two mugs full of shimmering deep red liquid, putting them on the coffee table. Then he kicks off his boots and sits curled up next to Thor, who can't hold back his laughter at this point.

“Unless you invited me in to have me drunk into next week, kill me and hide the body, that amount is far too much, sweetheart.” he cackles. “Half of that would be more than enough for me to completely forget this week has ever happened.”

Loki smiles back and rests his head on blonde's shoulder and sighs sadly.

‘’Would that be so bad?’’  

‘’Life’s being a tough shit?’’ Guesses Thor.

‘’Isn’t it always?’’

Thor takes both mugs, passing one to Loki.

‘’Cheers.’’ He says, taking a sip.

‘’To what?’’

‘’Getting through the shitty times and doing our best.’’

Loki looks at him strangely. ‘’Do you think it’s up to you how your life turns out?’’ He muses.

Thor shrugs. ‘’Yea, I guess. Well, there are things out of our control, but they’re far and few in between, aren’t they?’’

‘’Are they now?’’ Chuckles Loki, somewhat bitterly, taking a huge gulp from his cup.

Thor's desire for expensive alcohol vanishes there and then, overtaken by something else entirely. Well, fuck him, why is he always into these weird mystery tortured artist types.

He wraps a hand around Loki's shoulder, drawing him in.

“This ok?” He whispers when the leaner man tenses up a bit.

Loki nods, relaxing. He's asleep within minutes.

Thor stares at him awed by the amount of trust put in him and his heart swells with pride. Loki's already comfortable enough to put his guard down around Thor. He sits there, willing his boner to go away and the humor of it all dawns on him. He pictures Fandral’s reaction if he told him that he finally asked out the guy he's been crushing on, they had coffee, went to his place, cuddled on the couch and as soon as things would be expected to get heated up, the subject of his desires fell asleep in his lap.

Thor wishes there was a TV or something so he could distract himself with something. Then he remembers his smartphone. As he reaches into his back pocket, careful not to jolt Loki too much, the phone begins to ring.

Thor presses “answer” right away, not wanting his ringtone to go into hard guitar riffs that are sure to follow soft drum tones in 10 to 15 seconds.

“Thor,” Says his mother's voice from the other end.

“Mother.”

“How are you? Where have you been? I expected you for home for Sunday dinner.”

Thor curses silently. Yes he skipped the dinner. The hurt of being a suspect was still fresh by then (honestly it still is) and that was pettiest thing he could think of in the heat of the moment.

“We haven’t seen or heard from you in a week! Thor, what happened?”

“Mum...” Sighs Thor a bit irritated at the fact that she's trying to play coy when they're both aware of the problem. He decides now isn't the time for the discussion though. “Can’t talk now. Bit busy.”

There's a silence for couple seconds and Thor even thinks that she'll hang up.

No such luck.

“Why are you whispering Thor?”

Oh, he’s so busted.

‘’Cause I can’t talk loud…’’ He counters. ‘’I’m… In a library.’’

Where the hell did that even come from?

There’s a silence. The her mother snickers .

‘’Oh, sweetheart…’’ She cackles. ‘’I hope you’re having fun. Bring that book home for dinner sometime, will you?’’

Thor blinks. Then groans, when it finally dawns on him.

‘’Muuuuum…’’ Then he gives up the pretense. ‘’How did you even know?’’

‘’Darling, I haven’t seen you with a book that wasn’t a bicycle repair manual in years. And even those you don’t much like.’’

‘’That’s not fair.’’ Thor complains, stupid smile on his face. Loki stirs a bit in his lap and the blonde goes on stroking his hair. ‘’I do read!’’

‘’Well, obviously our messages aren’t in your favorite genre.’’ Some other voice cuts in from the other end.

Thor freezes.

‘’Hela?”’ He whispers. ‘’Wait… You had me on a fuckin speakerphone this entire time?’’

‘’Language, young man!’’ Frigga says.

‘’God damn it, mum, you could have warned me!’’

‘’You hiding something from me, little brother?’’ Says Hela, her voice casual, but somehow cold at the same time.

‘’I’m not hiding anything Hela.’’ Snarls Thor. ‘’Wish I could say the same about you!’’

‘’Not hiding anything and not having anything to hide are two completely different things, Thor.’’ His sister says. (Well, that was definitely vague) ‘’I really hope you do learn the difference sometime.’’

‘’Oh, please, do get off your bullshit,’’ Thor hisses. ‘’How naive do you think I am!’’

‘’Thor, Hela, please,’’ Frigga’s voice cuts in, from a bit far off. ‘’Now is not the time. Discuss whatever you have to like adults, in person.’’

‘’Sorry, mother.’’

‘’You’re right, Frigga,’’ says Hela, all too sweetly.  ‘’How’s your puppy doing, Thor?’’ She asks.

‘’I don’t have a puppy.’’

‘’Oh, but you do…’’ She purrs. ‘’Black fur, green eyes? I really hope you’d bring him to me sometime.’’

Thor’s blood runs cold. Gods, how does she know about this? Any of this? Did she have them followed? Is someone out there watching him right now?

He looks down at Loki, who stirs again, cracking one eye open.

‘’Gotta go.’’ He drops hastily into the mic and presses red.

Loki stretches and looks around.

‘’Hey...’’ Says Thor.

Loki looks up at him and frowns.

‘’Hi.’’ he says back, looking out-of-sorts a bit and pulls up. ‘’Need to use bathroom, sorry,’’ he says, a bit too fast to be true. ‘’Be right back, okay?’’

Thor nods and stares after him, baffled. What did he even do?

The bathroom takes good fifteen minutes at least. At that point Thor has his doubts about Loki wanting him here at all. maybe the guy regrets inviting him? Maybe he should just toss all his sweet, sweet expectations, call it a day and leave with his tail between his legs?

If Loki didn’t mean what he thought he meant… Well, that fuckin sucks, but Thor isn’t the type to force anyone if they’re not willing.

He’s about to get up and get his jacket when the bathroom door finally opens and… There he is, his gracious host in all his disheveled glory.

‘’How long was I out for?’’ He asks, yawning.

Thor frowns. He looks strange, somehow. There’s something… different about him.

‘’An hour, more or less.’’

‘’Ugh, Gosh, sorry.’’

‘’Don’t be. It was fun.’’

‘’What playing a pillow for me? That’s a weird definition of fun you got there.’’

‘’It’s all in the perspective.’’ Counters Thor.

‘’Well, I rather doubt that’s what you came up here to do,’’ purrs Loki, strolling up to him and right into Thor’s personal space. ‘’Is it?’’

Thor takes that as a sign, leaning down, pulling an arm around Loki's thin shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. Loki sighs, melting into the touch, parting his lips a bit, letting Thor lick into his mouth.

Thor feels a hand come up around his back too, and, suddenly, Loki clings to him like he’s a lifeline, deepening the kiss and putting his nails into Thor’s back. His cock, that was barely even resting this whole time, peeks its head in interest again. Thor groans; this better go somewhere, or so help him God, he won’t…

Loki, as if reading his mind, pulls him down with more force that Thor expected, and they both end up falling from the couch on to the carpet, Loki flipping them in the process somehow and straddling the larger man’s thighs.

‘’Loki…’’ Moans Thor, when the leaner man rocks his hips teasingly and smirks down on him.

‘’Thor…’’ Purrs Loki, rolling his hips.

‘’Oh Gods…’’ Whimpers Thor. The pressure in his jeans is unbearable. He needs both more space and more friction, now. ‘’Please…’’

Loki smirks and kisses him some more, before unzipping Thor’s jeans and pulling them down together with his boxers. Thor raises his ass a bit, so there’s more space.

Loki gives his dick a stroke or two, and then leans down to take a lick.

The way Thor shudders is just delicious to watch.

He goes on exploring the huge member in front of his face and the soft areas around it: A lick there, a bit here… But his eyes just stay glued to the glorious thing standing right up in the midst of it all. Gods, Thor’s dick is just gorgeous; flushed dark, thick and long, with couple of red veins starting from right under the head all the way to his balls. Loki’s belly tightens just by imagining getting that thing inside him…

Thor, obviously being done with all the playing, suddenly wraps his arms around him and switches their positions, pinning Loki’s hands above his head, putting his entire weight on him.

Loki blinks up to him. His eyes are almost entirely green, without any black, except for a single dot right in the center. ‘’Please..’’ He says, softly.

Thor takes that as a green light (ha!) and pulls the leather pants down (Gods, why are those so fuckin tight?).

‘’Turn the fuck around!’’ He growls, when the fuckin thing gets stuck around his knees.

‘’Oh, bossy, are we?’’ Loki taunts, weird light shining in his eyes.

But Thor is really done with the tricks and games: he wraps an arm around Loki’s waist, flipping him like a toy and finally pulling the pants off him, feasting his eyes on the sight this new angle provides: of the two perfect white globes, covered in dark lines. God, but he didn’t think he’d find tats down here too.

‘’Please.. ‘’ Whimpers Loki pitifully, when Thor rubs his dick between those globes. ‘’Gods… Please…’’

‘’Ssshhhh… Shh, baby, it’s ok,’’ Says Thor, tucking a braid behind Loki’s ear and kissing his neck. ‘’Relax. I’ll make you feel good.’’

Loki squirms beneath him, trying to rub his dry cock on the carpet to get some friction and lets out a strangled whine when he realizes how much the texture hurts.

‘’Don’t hurt yourself, baby.’’ Thor whispers. ‘’Patience, ok?’’

‘’God, Thor please..’’ Whines Loki, reaching blindly for the drawer next to the couch. ‘’The lube. Second drawer. Come, on!’’

Thor grunts in approval and reaches over to get the bloody thing to really get the show started. Soon, the small pink bottle is in his hand. He pours a generous amount onto Loki’s ass, spreading his cheeks apart and starts rubbing it onto the ring.

‘’Oh fucks sake!’’ grunts Loki, desperate, ‘’Just fuck me!’’

‘’Don’t wanna hurt you.’’ Argues Thor, sliding a finger inside. For his surprise, Loki takes is in easily. He adds another and pulls them apart.

‘’Fuuuck…. Oh, fuck…’’ Loki cries out, bearing down onto him. ‘’More..’’

Thor adds third finger, twisting them around to make more space, while Loki bucks wildly beneath him.

‘’You good, babe?’’ Thor asks, reaching around looking for t he spot .

‘’Need… More..’’ Pants Loki, furiously thrusting back into the fingers. ‘’Please, give me that thick cock, Thor, please!’’

Thor grunts and pulls his fingers out: after all he’s only a man and can only take so much. He rolls a condom onto his dick, spreads some lube over it (just in case), aligns himself and pushes in.

‘’Aaaahhhh…’’

‘’Oh God…’’ Pants Thor, pushing in. ‘’God, you’re so tight.’’

Loki just mewls, entire body taunt as a string: he’s obviously trying to bear down and take it all, but can’t manage. Out of breath, he hides his face into his hands, sobbing.

‘’You ok, babe?’’ Thor asks, reaching around and stroking his dick to help him relax a bit.

‘’Yes, yes’’ hisses Loki, ‘’You’re… Bigger than I’m... used to.’’

Those words kinda rub Thor off the wrong way. He really doesn’t want to imagine… Whatever or whoever the ‘’usual deal’’ is...

He steadies Loki’s hips, pulls out a bit and dives in.

Loki’s sweat streaked back is pressed to his chest as he bottoms out and they both take a moment to breathe.

‘’I’m good.’’ Says Loki after couple of seconds.

Thor starts thrusting in. Slowly at first, but picks up speed fast. Loki is shaking beneath him, babbling, moaning. Thor finds his hand and tangles their fingers together while they fuck.

After a while, his belly starts to tighten and he feels his release building up inside.

‘’Loki, babe, I’m gonna come.. ‘’ he growls, finding the other man’s cock again to jerk him off in time with thrusts.

‘’Yes, yes, like that…’’ Hisses Loki, obviously close to climax as well. ‘’Fuck, right there, fuuuuuck…’’ He screams, as his body convulses and the come stains the carpet. Thor fucks him through it, until he too, comes with a blinding release, holding Loki to his chest still.

They stay like that for another minute, before Thor pulls out, tosses the condom aside and falls down to the carpet with a groan. Loki turns around, smiling like a cat at him, pulling one leg over his waist, a hand over his chest and snuggling his head into Thor’s shoulder.

‘’Hope that wasn’t too awful or embarrassing. ‘’ The blonde jokes after couple of minutes of silence. ‘’And you’re not regretting it yet.’’

Loki sighs.

‘’Well… We’ll have to see.’’ He replies, his eyes already closed.