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Loki became awake when he heard birds outside the window. Opening his eyes, he turned to his side and found an empty spot where Thor had lied.
He slowly rose, returned to his room, wearing the boxer brief he found bundled on the foot of the bed. Then he looked at himself standing in front of the mirror
His neck and chest were painted with hickies and his chest got tightened because of happiness he was feeling.
But what about Thor? Loki touched the evidence of the older man’s passion from last night, transfixed by their colors and how they tingled when he touched on some sore spots. It was just a little pang—enough to present themselves as reminders of what they’d done last night.
He put on the new t-shirt Thor bought for him and came downstairs.
Thor was nowhere to be seen. Loki started to feel trepidation creeping up on him. He opened the door and Thor was there, sitting still on the rocking chair, looking at a fallen tree next to the shed.
Loki limped a little towards the older man. Thor turned to look at him, eyes unreadable as he took in Loki’s state. Of course, Loki wasn’t limping because of his ankle, but because of Thor.
There were no words. Loki looked how still Thor was and he stopped next to the man.
He told himself to man up, but his voice was shaking and dry when he spoke.
“Do you want me to leave?” He gathered all the courage to ask, feeling his heart aching saying those words. The ball was in Thor’s court now and he would accept any answer.
Thor turned back and looked at the tree, his eyes distant.
For a long moment, there were no answers, and Loki took that as an answer.
He lowered his face, trying not to cry in front of Thor, hiding the shame he was feeling by keeping his head low in defeat.
All right. This is it.
Then, he turned. His time was up and he must accept it.
A strong hand touched his, that warm, rough palm circling around his wrist, and Loki spun around.
“Stay.” Came Thor’s voice in a deep, gentle whisper.
Loki nearly dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Thor from the side, pushing his face into Thor’s shoulder as he held him with all the strength he had.
+
They ate in silence, and Thor’s eyes burned with desire looking at him. Loki’s throat became parch even if he was drinking wine Thor bought for them as the older man stared at him across the dining table.
Loki remembered everything. His body went alive as soon as Thor laid eyes on him, and he watched how those lips were chewing, remembering how they were sucking and biting him and made him mewl like a desperate kitten.
It was raining again, and all day long they were everywhere in the house except in the same room. Loki did his chores while Thor took care of the truck and the shed. When he returned to the living room, Loki went upstairs and took the crumbled, stained bed sheets from Thor’s room and changed it with a new one, bringing the old one to wash and dry.
They couldn’t avoid the dinner and once they were in the same room, the tension was thick and pungent like a living being.
A monster that would haunt them, Loki thought as he stared back at Thor.
Thor was tapping his fingers on the table, taking a cherry from the plate, then beckoned to Loki with two fingers.
Loki rose from the chair, put his glass down, and tried to walk as graciously as possible towards Thor. He stood in front of him and looked down into Thor’s blue eyes that were dilated. He was sure his eyes were the same.
“You want more?” Thor asked.
“Yes.” Came a barely audible whisper.
“You were fucking with my head.” Thor said, his eyes darkened and Loki’s knees almost bucked. “You got a lot to work on for that, Loki.”
“I will do whatever you tell me to do.” He said.
“That’s a big promise.” Thor said, stern. “A man must always keep his words.”
“Tell me what to do…” Loki breathed. “Daddy…”
That brought a smile to the corner of Thor’s lips. “On your knees.”
Loki dropped to the floor faster than he’d like to admit and blushed from how eager he was.
Thor was holding the cherry above his head. “Open your mouth.”
He kept his eyes fixed on Thor the whole time as the older man fed him the fruit.
+
And they were fucking again that night. Loki whined in a small protest when Thor tried to push inside him again, because he was still sore. Thor was rough with him, as if he was angry with Loki. There was no gentleness in his words as he held the dark hair and whispered into Loki’s ear.
“Open your legs.”
Loki was terrified, but he had given Thor his words. He pushed his face into the pillow. “Please…be gentle with me…I can’t…”
“I said I will hurt you.” Thor growled into his ear. “You didn’t listen to me when I told you to stop.”
Loki answered in a soft whimper. His face burned even more with shame and arousal.
Thor was punishing him…for his crimes…and he wanted Loki to know it.
“I’m sorry…” Loki murmured into the pillow. “I’m a bad boy. I deserve it, daddy.”
The voice that came out of Thor’s throat was nearly animalistic. He parted Loki’s ass cheeks and pushed the head of his cock against Loki’s reddened, used entrance.
Loki let out a long whine as Thor started rubbing his hole. The precum alone was wet and hot on his skin and soon Thor’s cock was nestling between his buttocks, sliding up and down, leaving thick, wet trail, making sloshy sound as the older man moved hard and fast.
Loki’s cock was trapped between the sheets and once again, he came without touching himself and nearly came again when he felt the warm copious spurts bathing him.
+
It was the fourth day that the demon seemed to leave Thor and he returned to his old self—the one that was kinder.
Loki didn’t know if he was feeling disappointed or relieved. Thor was taking him daily, and on the second day he was fucking him against the cold tile in the bathroom. Loki was sharing his bed every night.
Over the breakfast and the rain outside, Thor spoke his thought.
“I’m going to talk to Amora.”
Loki nearly had a heart attack. “What?”
“This is wrong.” Thor fixed his eyes on Loki. “It doesn’t matter if you are twenty two or thirty years old.”
“Why do you want to talk to Amora?” Loki quickly asked.
“I won’t tell her what we did.” Thor’s jaws clenched. “It is a crime.”
“It’s not.”
“Loki…” Thor’s voice softened but was exasperated. “There is nothing in this world that could make this right.”
Loki was biting his lower lip. “She’s not in the states.”
“When is she coming back?”
“After I’ve left.” Loki said. “Can’t I have this, Thor? This life with you…without anyone else, without your moral compass telling you it’s wrong or it’s a sin?” He pushed the chair away and walked to stand in front of Thor. “Isn’t it enough for you that I’m here!”
The older man was confused by Loki’s sudden outburst and he watched him shout with passion that bordered on desperation.
“It’s just three weeks left.” Loki bit out the words. “Then I’ll be gone. If you want, I’ll not show up in your life ever again. Just give me this--” Loki’s arms flew in the air as he looked around them, and then at Thor. “This life. This—this happiness.”
“Oh…my dear boy.” Thor pulled Loki into his arms and the younger man was sitting on his lap. “How am I going to deal with you?”
“I’ll be a good boy.” Loki nuzzled against Thor’s neck, and he knew he was lying.
“You never did what I asked you to do…except when we are in bed…”
Loki was laughing breathlessly and they were kissing. He was holding the older man’s face between his palms as he placed small kisses on Thor’s lips and whispering. “Then make me obey you some more…”
“I will.” Thor grinned and pulled the younger man into another kiss.