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Thor Odinson faced death as a man should, with his hammer gripped in his fist. While his companions were dismayed to look upon their doom, in Thor's face there was only anticipation of the greatest battle he had yet to fight. Laufey relished for a moment how sweet it would be to toss that proud head, gory and with filmy eyes before the hallowed throne of Asgard. Let Odin Allfather bring about the war to end all wars if it meant Laufey got the last laugh. 

Laufey's men looked to him, waiting for his order to attack their surrounded foes. The eager frenzy in their faces brought Laufey back to himself. He was no longer a young warrior who had wet his first blood, but a king when so many of his brothers had long ago made their journey to that kingdom colder even than Jotunheim. Why should he be hasty? Perhaps, there was opportunity here.

He stepped forward. "Thor Odinson, even the wielder of Mjölnir, cannot fight an entire realm. Let us come to terms."

"Would you bid us flee?" Thor asked, insulted as if he were not at Laufey's mercy. He truly had no idea of the position he was in, but Laufey was a king and it was his duty to educate this princeling in matters of diplomacy. 

"Too much blood has now been spilled without you giving me blood and flesh in return, but it need not be death. What use is it to us to have trouble with the disposing of your corpses?"

One of Thor's party was already half a corpse, pale and sweating. Laufey wondered if his life could even be saved. Thor followed his eyes and realization seemed to finally dawn to the danger his companion was in. Knowledge that he had led his companions into slaughter.

"What other satisfaction would you have?" Thor ground out between bared teeth.

"We would have you, Thor Odinson." All grew silent at that pronouncement. "In exchange, your companions will be allowed to leave unhindered by my men. I would have you return with me to my land with a solemn oath that you will not raise a hand nor hammer against me or my people."

Thor's companions cried out against the offer, even the one barely conscious, but Thor himself remained silent, his eyes dancing with rage. Yet while Laufey had never heard anyone call Thor, son of Odin, hero of Asgard, a clever man, yet he had never heard him decried as a complete fool. Perhaps he sensed that leading his friends blithely into Jotunheim and being killed quickly would not suit the sort of song that he dreamed of being sung long after his death.

"I accept your offer," Thor said at last, bowing his head. Not quite gracious, but it seemed that Odin must have knocked some manners into his thick-skulled boy after all. "You have my word that I will not resist you if my friends are allowed to leave your realm safely." He dropped Mjölnir to the ground. A note sweet and pure rang through all the ice of Jotunheim.

The lesser prince, Loki, tried to say something, but his brother only waved him to silence. "Do as I say, and don't argue. Lead them one of your back ways." A look of poisonous resentment flashed across the boy's face, the kind of look that any king should take careful notice of, but Thor, no more than a boy himself, did not catch it.

Laufey ordered some of his own men to take Thor's companions to the realm's edge and make sure that no one offered them any harm. He didn't want to give Thor any excuse to declare their deal void. The golden prince did not try to delay fulfillment of his oath with long farewells. He only nodded his head as they were led away and watched intently as though expecting treachery until they faded into the snowy fog. Now their fate had separated from his, and he followed after Laufey in silence with a Jotun guard on either side.

Laufey led the procession not to the palace but to the temple which he had ordered abandoned so long ago. What point was there in wasting precious resources on a domain full of fools slavering that all would be made right on the day of Ragnarok. The main atrium was frozen and empty with the paraphernalia of divination left strewn about. Laufey ordered torches and the sacred fire be lit in its central pit. Soon flame blazed, illuminating the ruined splendor of the Jotnar as they had once been.

Thor glowered, his eyes on a row of knives left arranged by one of the slabs where once the priests had gutted beasts to read the future in their entrails. "Do you intend to sacrifice me and deny me the honor of finding my death with a weapon in my hand?" Thor spat. 

Laufey didn't bother glancing in the princeling's direction as the memory took hold. Once he had consulted his priests day and night, giving them every treasure of his house if only they would see his victory written. "We once offered every sacrifice." Laufey touched the long-dried blood staining the altar. "Our sacred beasts, our prisoners, our own children for the sake of victory and in the end it was all in vain." He took a breath. "Strip him."

Thor kept his oath and did not lift a hand to defend himself, though he complained loudly as first his fine red cloak was torn from his shoulders, followed by his chest plate and tunic, and even his boots were not spared until Laufey's orders were complete and now Thor stood completely naked, the flames of the torches cast shadows licking at the newly exposed soft flesh. 

Thor defiantly raised his chin. "So, this is the great fierceness of the frost giants? You so fear a man who has given his word not to defend himself that he must be stripped before you mutilate and murder him? I bet you have not the courage to do the deed yourself!"

Perhaps he thought that in arousing Laufey's wrath he would either die a quicker death or maybe it was merely the bravado of a child who could not yet comprehend what it meant to be at the mercy of your enemies. Laufey's father certainly would have torn his pretty head from his neck for the insult, but Laufey, who had learned something after centuries of war with canny Odin, wouldn't allow himself to be so easily baited by a child.

It was time for the ceremony to begin and perhaps it was fair that it was not his enemy alone who would be exposed. Laufey's hands came to the wrap at his hips, unfastened it, and handed it over to an attendant. His blood had already been heated by battle, and now his member was only further aroused looking upon Thor, who stood desperately trying to bury his uncertainty at Laufey's approach. 

"No, princeling, I fully intend to touch you myself," Laufey said. "Now kneel." 

"If you had any honor, you would kill me now and be done with it," Thor replied.

"You swore an oath to lift no hand against me or my men. You may kneel or I will lift you like a child. Do as you wish; it makes no difference to me."

Thor knelt begrudgingly, resolute in looking ahead and refusing to acknowledge Laufey looming over him. 

"Now, you may beg for my forgiveness and I swear that I shall allow you to safely leave my realm."

Thor looked up at him in disbelief and then in cold implacable rage. "I would rather die! Your conduct this day will be long remembered—" Thor blustered as one might expect from a lord of storms.

Laufey took advantage of his open mouth so intent on berating and cursing, and thrust his member in, stoppering the prince and his complaints. "Yes," Laufey agreed. "This day will be long remembered."

Thor gave a loud noise of surprise, but Laufey's hands held his head in place, so there was nothing he could do except take it and drool. His mouth was hot and wet, but certainly not large enough to entirely take the cock of a full-blooded Jotun. Laufey thought as he thrust that it would have been more pleasurable if he had made Thor use a hand to stroke what did not fit in his mouth but Laufey knew that any threat he could make would not be yielded to. Laufey would make his own pleasure.

He twisted his hands in Thor's golden hair giving him a better grip so that he could force Thor's mouth to move up and down his shaft, making the boy an unwilling tool in his own humiliation. "There is more to power than battles and weapons, little prince," Laufey panted. 

Perhaps he had built up the anticipation of the moment too much, already he could feel his release. He pressed Thor's head as far as he could down his member, and could imagine in his mind's eye how Thor's throat bulged at the intrusion. He likely didn't even taste Laufey's seed as it made its way down. 

He held one hand out, the other remained twisted in Thor's hair keeping his head firmly in place. "Give me a knife," he rasped to his attendant.

Thor's whole body stiffened, even his throat tightened around Laufey's sensitive member as though trying to squeeze out any remaining seed. The knife was soon supplied and Laufey tugged Thor off his member so he might take in his victim's involuntary tears and the bobbing of his throat as he did his best not to vomit. Thor's eyes were on the knife he held in his hand.

Laufey grinned, all his teeth on display. "This isn't the tool that will draw your blood today." With the hand that still held Thor's hair, he pulled it tautly and carelessly sawed through it with the knife. Thor tried to protest but only wordless distress escaped his recently ravaged throat.

Laufey handed the hair and the knife over to his attendant. He would certainly make something commemorative with it. Then he turned away from the kneeling disheveled figure and took from one of his soldiers the scarlet cloak that had been stripped from their prisoner. It slid over his hand, finer than anything he had touched before, no doubt made by Frigga's own hand and likely contained every subtle protection that the witch knew to protect her beloved whelp. Little had she realized that she was weaving the bedding for her son's ravishment.

He spread the beautiful thing over the altar where once he had listened with such pleasure as his priests foretold how the destruction of the Aesir would soon be at hand. The priests too had long ago walked down those dark, cold roads and would be seen no more. 

But why dwell on memories? A bonfire blazed once more in the temple, and a king must rise to the occasion of celebration. "Do you know, Asgardian, of what a boon I have granted you?" 

Thor did not respond, and Laufey turned to see him scowling. "There are those who would spend good gold for the fresh seed of a Jotun. According to the stories, it's potent enough to quicken the womb of even a great grandmother." Concern flashed in Thor's eyes. Perhaps he knew the stories too. "But then again we shouldn't give credence to what one hears. I have also heard it said that you are Asgard's greatest warrior." 

Thor's bright eyes burned with hatred, but some of the effect was lost by his roughly chopped hair and the dribble of saliva and semen that had dried at the corner of his mouth.

"Bring him to the table," Laufey ordered. His men grabbed Thor as though he weighed nothing more than a babe and laid him out on the cloak. "Spread his legs, there's at least one tale that I would like to see the truth of tonight with my own eyes."

Two sets of hands on either side, gripped Thor's thighs so that Laufey now had an unobstructed look of what lay between there: his member and scrotum and below them a pink, beautiful slit. The Aesir called the Jotnar monsters because their nature changed with the seasons, and some would be bearers and others planters according to their own rhythms. The Aesir did not change and called themselves eternal and complete because of this. Now how vulnerable it seemed to make them.

For once Laufey felt that the fates smiled on him that the seasons had aligned so that he could plow this vain Aesir brat and send him back to the hall of his fathers with a gift. Laufey felt his arousal, whetted briefly by Thor's mouth, but eager to rise once more to the field now that there was a far greater prize to be had. 

He moved between those legs still held wide open. "It looks tight," Laufey said, and stuck two fingers into the cunt. "Feels tight too. Has no one in all of Asgard ever been worthy of it? When all along you were saving it for the use of the Jotnar."

He pumped his fingers a few times in and out to make his point. It would do little to help Thor to take what his body was not made to accommodate. Laufey bent over his prisoner so he could speak without being overheard. "If you beg for me to release you, I will, and no one else in all of Jotunheim will touch you," Laufey whispered.

Now Thor turned his head to meet Laufey's eyes. The rage had frozen and Laufey knew that someday in the future his death was written in those eyes. "I curse you, Laufey. You and all your line," Thor said, and then shifted his head to look defiantly up at the ceiling as though Laufey wasn't even there. Laufey wondered how long he could keep up playing the stoic warrior.

Laufey took his member in hand, and laid the whole of it on Thor's belly, so even as he refused to look he would feel the size and each knob of the thing that would soon be breaking open his royal hymen. He thrust forward so it moved along the ridge of Thor's belly as a rehearsal of what was soon to come. 

"It is a shame that not one of your sworn brothers remained with you. They might have been allowed to at least lick you open," Laufey whispered in Thor's ear before standing fully upright and notched his member against the small opening. He pushed forward and at first Thor's body seemed to resolutely reject his entrance. But Laufey was an old soldier and had laid siege before. He continued a firm and inexorable push until he made purchase and the head began to slowly sink inside where it met another barrier. This final obstruction would meet no different end than all others that came before. 

"Thank you for your maidenhead," Laufey taunted as his hands gripped Thor's hips so he could hold him in place and felt the full body shudder as Laufey drove forward and stole the honor of Asgard. At least the Cask of Winters might some day be recovered, but this treasure would truly only ever belong to Laufey alone. 

Thor did not cry out or look at Laufey, though he could not control the fine tremors of his thighs. Laufey drew back to see the blood on his member. Cries and whoops broke out from his surrounding men who took their own pleasure in the sight of the violation. The only shame was that the rich red of the cloak meant the stains would not stand out so starkly.

Still Thor's cunt was perfection as he thrust once more in, nothing more to keep him out as he sheathed himself in a slide that must have been agony to Thor, but was paradise to him. Laufey gave himself up to a blur of heat and bliss he had not known in centuries as he plowed Thor open. Thor remained stubbornly silent, but even he could not control the wet sounds that were made as Laufey's member thrust in and out of the tight clench of him. 

It was more than even a king could hold out against for long. As Laufey felt himself tightening once more for release, he leaned over so his mouth drew close to Thor's ear. "Whatever great deeds you might accomplish, no number of monsters slain or kingdoms saved, your subjects will always know you were spitted on the cock of a frost giant." The despair that washed Thor's features was Laufey's undoing. He came with a loud, drawn out groan, imagining his seed flooding the princeling's ready womb. 

As his member softened, Laufey finally pulled out and was pleased to see that at least the white of his semen stained the scarlet cloak. He turned now from private pleasure to face the crowd of eager watching Jotnar who had applauded his completion as though they were watching a festival game. He spread out his arms and called out: "Any who are willing and able should come and show this Asgard prince the hospitality of Jotunheim."

A joyful cry came from every throat, and as Laufey stepped aside, all rushed to the altar and fell upon Thor as though he were a plate of sweetmeats. In their frenzied lust, Thor was flipped on his stomach, as one warrior grabbed at Thor's ears to force feed the prince his member as another Jotun warrior mounted Thor from behind. This young warrior's bliss was short-lived as a bulky soldier barged his way through the crowd, grabbing his slighter comrade by his neck and tearing him away to take his place in thrusting between that sweet apex. 

His own keener edge of arousal momentarily sated, Laufey turned from the frenzied chaos and removed to a corner in the temple where the light of the torches never seemed to quite touch. "I've heard these days that the Allfather is very keen on love and exchange. How do you think he'll react to this gift of mine?" Laufey asked the shadows.

Obscured by a pillar, Laufey could now make out Loki of Asgard who did not look happy at being discovered, but did not attempt to flee. Perhaps he was not as much of a coward as Laufey had heard in his reports. All other Jotnar were too preoccupied with waiting for their chance to tup an Aesir prince to notice anything else, and even Loki's focus seemed split between the Jotun king appraising him and where his brother lay squealing as he was bred like a sow. 

Laufey put a hand to his own member, still stained with blood and seed, pumping it a few times to collect what he could before reaching out and smearing it on the forehead of the lesser prince. As he had suspected, when he touched the young prince the Aesir disguise fell away to reveal a deep Jotun blue. Red eyes looked up at him in disgust and wonder, and when Loki caught a distorted reflection of himself in the pillar of ice, he stepped back in horror. 

"What curse have you laid upon me?" he breathed.

"No curse, whelp. I thought that I recognized you. After all, hadn't I carried you in my womb through the whole of the war? I had thought you were meant to be born in victory, but instead you were a misshapen omen of our disaster," Laufey told his son.

"Why would Odin take me? Why wouldn't he tell me?" Loki pleaded, as though Laufey knew why Odin Allfather did anything. 

"Perhaps he has a plan for you, or perhaps he thought you would compliment the newest wing in his palace," Laufey said, but paused from continuing his recrimination against his old enemy by the sound of shrieking filling the temple. 

He turned back to see that Thor had been lifted from the altar and now was skewered on the cock of Thyrm, one of the largest of Laufey's warriors. It looked as if a young tree were trying to be lodged inside their prisoner and Thyrm enclosed a fist around each of Thor's thighs and tried to get as much of his monstrous cock inside a body that simply did not have the capacity to house it. This annoyed Laufey. He had hoped to take the boy at least once more before the night was done, and now he might already be loose or ruined. 

Laufey left the alcove where Loki had secreted himself and strode now once more into the mass of his men. "The Aesir might be hardier than they appear, but even they have limits. Your weapon might be more than this brat can handle, Thyrm," Laufey called out, voice ringing out clear above the din.

Thrym grunted, pausing the brutal cram of his prodigious tool into Thor, but he did not try to pull out and what remained inside bulged grotesquely. "Everyone knows that these fucking Aesir sluts can close up their wombs when they want. I'm going to break in and make him bear me three sons," Thyrm roared, and to make his point he lifted Thor once more so that only the head of his cock remained, and even just that distended the flower of Thor's cunt, before bringing him once more down on his member, eliciting another agonized screech from Thor as his insides were once again gouged by an idiot. "I can feel his womb! I'm close to breaking through!" Thyrm cried eagerly.

Laufey was amused but didn't want to risk them losing their plaything this early. He looked at Thor. "Thunder god, you may shock Thrym, but do not kill him."

Nothing happened for a moment and Laufey wondered if their prisoner had already lost consciousness, but Thrym had just enough time to look fearful at his king's pronouncement before he was suddenly twitching violently. What no one had considered was that such a shock would involuntarily set off Thrym's ejaculation just as Thrym lost his grip on Thor as he convulsed, sending Thor to the ground, showered in the giant's seed as Thrym fell to the floor in a twitching heap.

In the wake of the crash, the others stood back as Thrym slowly stopped seizing. Laufey glanced down and confirmed that he was still breathing, before turning to Thor who lay splayed out, his eyes open, but dazed, his legs splayed open making no attempt to conceal the mess that lay between them. 

"It's bad manners to be too greedy at a feast," Laufey announced. He lifted Thor and placed him once more on the altar, but this time on his stomach so all could see the prodigious amount of spend leaking out. Laufey plunged two fingers into the cunt and was impressed to find that there was still elasticity. It seemed the Aesir truly were more durable than they appeared. Thor twitched and moaned helplessly, but could do nothing more than that to protest his indignity, reminding the rest of the Jotnar of his ultimate vulnerability for all the potential danger of their plaything. 

"Any Jotun caught trying to take more than his brothers will share Thrym's fate, but it seems there is plenty here still left to enjoy," Laufey said. Nearby warriors dragged Thrym's fallen form out of the way, and with that stark reminder removed and the pink, gleaming of Thor's cunt provocatively on display as Laufey stepped back, the rest of the company pressed forward even more eager to show off their lack of fear to their fellows. A cock once more took its place where Laufey's fingers had been, and Laufey returned back where he had left Loki, listening to the keening of Thor as he was taken anew. 

He arrived back at the alcove to find Loki's focus remained fixed on Thor. He had made no attempt to help his hearth brother. Before Laufey would have taken him for a coward, but now he saw a look in the runt's eyes which the red of them only made more plain: hunger.

Now things were beginning to come together. Laufey had wondered what might drive a son of Odin, even a counterfeit one, to betray his house, but was pleased to discover something far worse than merely petty jealousy.

"If you wait, you can have him," Laufey said.

Loki looked back at him in shocked incomprehension. Perhaps his cleverness had been as exaggerated as his cowardice. Laufey sighed. "When we've had our fill. Which should be some hours yet, take your brother back to golden Asgard trailing a puddle of Jotnar seed the whole way. You'll be a hero who forsook your own safety and traversed even the most sacred sanctum of the frost giants to spirit away Thor from beneath our very noses."

Loki's eyes grew wide, and Laufey could almost see reflected in them his imaginings of the sort of reception that would receive. Laufey himself preferred to linger on how Odin would react on seeing what had been done to the child of his body, battered and ravaged, though Laufey didn't think broken.

"And tell Odin that he should be proud of his son," Laufey said, watching as one of his men sprayed his seed over Thor's face, which seemed like a waste. "He showed far more courage coming here than the old man's sniveling appeasement."

Laufey began to feel his member twitch in interest in the proceedings once again, and he was glad for it. He was beginning to feel his age, watching with what tireless enthusiasm his younger warriors were taking to the task of breeding up the bitch. 

"I'm not sure how much longer the princeling will be able to stay awake. You are welcome to take your own turn with him before you take him back to Asgard," Laufey said, and laughed at Loki's stricken expression as if his arousal wasn't beginning to make itself plain through his delicate Asgardian attire. It seemed the boy still had some qualms, though, then again, there was time yet.

Once more Laufey entered the frenzy and pushed another Jotun aside to take his place between the boy's thighs. He marveled at the pleasing cling as he buried himself in the prince's cunt. No longer frantic he could properly enjoy what was on offer as he plowed deeply, and even bothered taking a hand, reaching around and rubbing Thor's manhood to make him keen and shake. A part of him regretted the necessity of sending the prince back at all. It seemed he was well-suited to being a whore. 

Laufey was no poet but he found himself trying to compose lines as he thrust. He knew that this night would be sung of for generations, and that from now on every young Jotun would find release for themselves imaging what it must have been like to rape the mighty Thor. 

"How is he?" Loki asked, sitting on a divan as Frigga sat at her great loom, weaving a fabric of a dizzying blue. It felt comfortable watching her work, transporting him to the countless hours of childhood when he would sit at her feet and tell her his hurts. He had always thought it natural, his affinity for Frigga when he had believed himself to be born of Frigga by Odin, Thor's mirror who had been born of Odin by Frigga. 

Yet now he knew his whole life had been a fabrication and Frigga had known. She had known every time she had comforted him when he had wondered why Odin did not seem to love him as he loved Thor, and had told him that all children felt this way. The breadth of the falsehood was stunning, and were he not at the heart of the web, he might have respected it. 

He watched the strands come together beneath her skilled hands. If only he had been cleverer, perhaps he might have been able to read into the patterns of her weaving and he might have discovered the truth far sooner. Frigga finally paused in her work, and looked over at Loki where she must see her son. Now, for the first time, Loki had the best of her. He knew what she did not: that he would now always in some way be estranged from her even though it was her hands that had knitted so much of him into his current shape.

"Physically, your brother's body has recovered," she said, but the words brought no ease to her face. "But as you know the wounds the frost giants inflicted were far greater than merely physical."

Loki swallowed, not sure what answer he hoped to receive, "When I entered the frost giant's lair, I heard some of them hoping to have sired a child. Is there any sign..."

"My healers have removed any physical remainder that the frost giants left behind," Loki didn't think he had ever heard such cold fury in her voice in all the time he had known her. Then, just as suddenly, the anger drained from her face, leaving her looking tired. "But there is other healing that Thor requires beyond my ken. I have offered to have other doctors see him, but he has refused. Odin seems to grow more weary every day, and I do not know how much longer he can continue without rest... I'm afraid, Loki, you must be prepared that much may fall on you in the coming days."

"On me?" Loki asked. "But Thor is the heir."

"Yes, but you are still of the house of Odin." She stood now and put a hand to the side of his face with a proud warmth that made Loki writhe with guilt at the anger he felt. He wanted to tuck himself into her arms, but he knew that when he closed his eyes, all he would see was the blue of his skin and red of his eyes reflected in the ice as others of his kind ravaged Thor as he stood aside and watched. All because the guard that should have gone to Odin, who should have stopped them before they even arrived at Jotunheim, had been too afraid of Thor's displeasure and had elected not to convey the message to Odin of their plan.

Yet, in that way that fate often laughed, now that he knew he was no son of Odin and yet how easily all things he had longed for: all eyes now turned to Loki as something more than Thor's tag-along, his shadow. He had only wanted to ruin Thor's day, and keep him from power. Yet, here was everything being given to him so easily if he could just let himself grasp it. 

Loki allowed the illusion to drop. Frigga took a sharp intake of breath and flinched back even as she tried to keep her face as composed as possible as she saw perhaps for the first time her son for what he truly was. 

"Why did you never tell me?"

Frigga didn't even have the courtesy to look embarrassed at her centuries of fraud. "It didn't matter. You are our son."

"Why did Odin, knee deep in the blood of Jotunheim, bring me back?"

Frigga's mouth shifted in something almost like a smile, but there was no mirth in it. "Does anyone know why Odin does the things he does?" Her face softened as she looked at him directly. "I think he saw in you an opportunity to put an end to the bitter feud between the realms. And now your day has come at last. Take the throne, be what you always had the ability to become. Odin admired Thor's courage and daring, but there is more to being a king than strength: we both know that."

For not the first time, Loki found himself wondering if Frigga and Odin were entirely on the same side. 

"What if I came to the coronation looking like this? Do you think the people of Asgard would gladly call me their king? Would they embrace as their ruler someone who looks like the monsters they warn their children against. The monsters who have just ravished their beloved crown prince?"

"Stop being so overwrought." She waved a dismissive hand. "They'll respect a ruler who chose to enter the heart of Jotunheim at great risk to himself to rescue his brother from torture and death. That is the king they will follow."

It made for a nice story. He donned his Aesir disguise and Frigga smiled at him, confident that her words had mended the ugly tear in the tapestry of her family. Little did she suspect the frailty of the material itself. "No matter what, you are my son. Never forget that, Loki."

Loki didn't trust himself to say anything else. He bowed and left his mother's chambers. For weeks he had wondered how Frigga would act when he confronted her with the truth. He had imagined so many scenarios, but he hadn't considered her discounting its relevance. His thoughts so preoccupied him, he didn't even notice Sif until she placed herself directly in his path

Of all his brother's companions, Sif had always been the one who seemed to tolerate him the least, and even his apparent heroic rescue hadn't done much to sweeten her disposition towards him. It had always laid between them uneasily that there was no clear answer of who was Thor's closer confidante so instead they had circled each other like dogs. Their contest was made more bitter by the knowledge that bright, laughing Thor had no real need for either of them. Except, perhaps, that was no longer true. Now the mighty Thor was wounded, and it was cowardly Loki who had rescued him. 

Sif bared her teeth at Loki. "Thor has requested you."

"Has he?" Loki took some pleasure in how her eyes narrowed into slits, and knew that she would have loved nothing more than to tear out his throat, only held back by Thor's disapproval. "Is he currently in his chambers?" he asked as if Thor had not been in his chambers for the past fortnight.

"Yes," Sif ground out, her expression a pile of mounted embers waiting to spring back to flame at the lightest breath of air. Loki had always so loved playing with fire. 

"Then I suppose I will attend," Loki said and began to stroll in the direction of Thor's chambers, but wasn't surprised to see Sif trailing behind him. "I do know the way. I don't wish you to waste your valuable time in escorting me." Sif doesn't even bother to respond. She checked his shoulder as she passed, nearly sending him to the ground and remained one step ahead of him. 

"Heimdall mentioned a curious thing to me the other day," Sif said after some time.

"And what was that?" Loki asked.

"He told me that in all the realms it is only Loki who has the ability to vanish from his sight. That's quite a talent. No wonder you were able to go even into the heart of Jotunheim without detection."

"And your talent is saying words that sound like praise, and yet I feel as if I am being accused of something," Loki said. Sif paused, and, faster than Loki could follow, she caught hold of his collar, pinning him against the wall.

"I might not know exactly what you've done, but don't think everyone is blind to the way you goaded Thor into going to Jotunheim to begin with."

"Everyone who was in the room will agree that I was the first and most adamant in rejecting his wild plan. I'm Thor's cowardly little brother, aren't I?" They had certainly never allowed him to forget it for the past several centuries. 

"You've always been jealous of Thor," Sif hissed in his face.

"Perhaps you should rethink who exactly is jealous of whom?" Loki said. "Thor asked for me, didn't he?" 

She let go of her grip on him and he slid down the wall, bracing himself against it to keep himself from collapsing even as he did his best to regain his breath. She stared at him hard for a moment, then turned and strode away. It would probably be best, he decided, if the Lady Sif was sent away somewhere quite far away for a time.

He continued his way to Thor's chambers, nodding at the guards that stood vigil outside the door who allowed him to enter without question. He considered announcing his arrival, but decided against it, unsure of the Thor that Loki would find there. 

The first week after he had regained consciousness, Thor had raged and ranted at his desire for vengeance. He had made oaths that frost giant heads would be posted along the Bifrost so that every visitor would know the consequence for dishonoring Thor. It was only Frigga's sternness and Thor's fragile physical condition that kept him from flying out and starting a war. His fury had been something to behold even Odin hadn't known what to do and had busied himself until Thor's furor had largely subsided. After that initial burst, Thor had withdrawn. Frigga had only looked worried and said that healing could look quite different. Still it left Loki cautious as he entered Thor's bed chamber.

Thor was turned away from the door and inspecting bags when Loki entered. He was dressed for travel and Loki felt a drop in his stomach at the prospect that Thor intended to mount his expedition against Jotunheim tonight. Loki wondered how he was going to convince Thor to set aside vengeance, and hadn't yet decided on his tack when Thor finally looked over his shoulder and caught sight of his brother. 

Thor's expression was neither manic nor angry, but rather quietly determined in a way that made Loki far more uneasy than if he had come upon Thor screaming or throwing tables. Those things he knew how to deal with. It didn't help that Thor's hair was still cropped short, and that alone made him seem more an alien creature than the brother Loki had always known.

"The weather has been mild as of late. Mother is worried that her gardens haven't received enough water," Loki finally said into the silence that strung between them. 

"I'm leaving," Thor said, bare, as if his clothes and packed bags hadn't already made that obvious.

"Where are we going?" Loki asked. This time he would let Odin know personally to intercept them before they even reached Jotunheim's outskirts. 

Thor smiled, but it was a mirthless thing. "Not we."

The hairs on the back of Loki's neck rose. "Thor, do you think it wise to go gallivanting with your friends right now?"

But Thor only shook his head gravely once more. He had left the curtains of his chamber undrawn and moonlight washed in the room, silvering even Thor's golden hair and for a moment granting Loki a premonition of what Thor would be in thousands of years hence. "I'm leaving alone."

"Even you cannot take the whole of Jotunheim single-handedly," Loki said.

"I'm not going to Jotunheim. I'm... not really sure where I'm going," Thor confessed.

Loki was shocked into asking, "Why?"

Thor turned once more to his bags, and Loki wondered if he was being dismissed until Thor began softly, "Before you rescued me, Laufey told me that there were greater powers at work in the world far different from my strength. At the time, I hadn't believed him, but now that I have thought about it: I could have killed Laufey. It was within my power. But I didn't, because he was right. There are different powers in this world." At that conclusion, Thor lifted Mjölnir from where it had laid obscured by the bed and placed it in the center of the room. "The man I am now could never protect Asgard. I will travel alone and you must stay here in my place."

"It seems like your mind is made up," Loki said, blandly. He had never planned on Thor to go ahead and exile himself, neatly solving the problem of those in the court who would try to petition Thor to take his rightful place. It would save a lot of headaches. There had to be something to this that Loki was overlooking. "Why did you have me come here? Was it just to say goodbye?"

"Not quite," Thor said, and came over to where Loki still stood by the door, his uncharacteristic serenity making Loki's heart begin to quicken. There had to be some trick or subtlety in this he was not catching. "I will not leave by the Bifrost. I know that you are familiar with the many passages between the realms. Will you take me to one, brother?" 

"If you ask it of me, of course." He lowered his eyes and then added, consideringly, "Does any one else know?"

"That I mean to leave? Sif and mother. Sif is upset, but mother understands that things can't return to the way they were," Thor said, and with that his broad hands framed Loki's face, tilting it up as Thor leaned down to kiss him in a decidedly unbrotherly fashion. 

Loki still didn't understand, but also didn't not draw away as Thor's mouth moved against his more tenderly than Loki would have thought his brother capable. He'd had his own variety of fantasies of Thor. Who could not? But for that, he had imagined the aftermath of battle, Thor battle-stained and terrible and so overcome either with bloodlust or fatigue that he did not reject Loki's advance.

This fragile, spun-sugar kiss was nothing like that. Thor pulled away, though his hands remained on Loki's face as if in expectation of Loki trying to turn away or flee. Loki did neither. He remained still, waiting to see what lay at the bottom of this well before throwing himself down it. 

"I had long planned for the night of my coronation," Thor finally said. "That this would be my final triumph. I would bid you to make love to me and take me for the first time. I would have wanted to keep trying until we conceived an heir."

"What would our parents have made of that," Loki said.

"Mother was the one who first suggested it to me," Thor said. He came in close once again, one hand leaving Loki's face, making the encounter feel decidedly less chaste as it trailed down his neck, his chest, his hip and landing on his thigh. "She said that the making of a child is the weaving of a tapestry, and only the finest of material should be chosen." 

Once more Loki found himself wondering what game it was that Frigga truly played, but any further speculation had to be set aside as Thor drew Loki to him, kissing him more firmly, leading him not towards the bed but toward the fire where a rug of thick white fur lay, some prize of one of Thor's innumerable adventures, which practically glowed in the moonlight that spilled in from the window. 

Loki drew enough away from Thor, though his clothes were already half pushed away. "Thor," he breathed, but his brother didn't seem to hear him as Thor kissed his neck, hand already questing for what lay between Loki's thighs. "Thor," Loki repeated more firmly, and tugged a little at his hair to draw his attention. The prince paused and looked back at Loki with star-drunk eyes.

"Yes?"

"You're leaving," Loki said. This was no question. Thor loved a dramatic gesture and to turn a first lovemaking into an uncertain, possible last was certainly that.

"Yes."

"And you don't know when, or even if, you shall return."

"Yes."

"And still you wish to do this?"

Thor lay his head almost child-like against Loki's breast as though mere moments ago he hadn't been doing his utmost to get at Loki's cock. "There is no other time to be had. I shall not go to meet my fate without you knowing what you are to me."

Loki closed his eyes. "Very well," he said, and took his own hand to unfasten what remained of his modesty and push it out of the way. "Then first use your mouth, do it well, and then we will decide if your womb is worthy of it."

Thor's eyes shined now with the burning competitiveness of their endless boyhood games, most of which Thor had won handedly, Loki remembered as Thor made his way downward and began to eagerly mouth at his cock. Thor was merciless here as he was in battle, all leonine grace as he took Loki apart. It was hot and sudden, intended to arouse and overwhelm with Thor pulling back only to swallow back down. 

Loki could not hold out under such an onslaught and in a humiliating amount of time he was on the edge. Thor tried to pull back, but Loki's hands came to the back of his head. His brother would finish what he had started. Thor did not fight, but victorious even in surrender, closed his eyes and swallowed, welcoming his brother's seed even if it wasn't in the hole he would have preferred. Only once he had swallowed it all, did Loki move his hand and allow Thor to move his head back, saliva strung like silk strands between Loki's cock and Thor's mouth.

"How long shall it take for you to rouse again?" Thor asked, his voice rough with hard use. 

"Almost no time at all," Loki said, and it wasn't merely bravado. He could already feel his ardor returning looking at Thor, disheveled and wild. Even if Thor had no longer wanted it, Loki would have him. 

But there was no need for such possessive thoughts when Thor was golden and easy, drawing his body upward and began to mouth at Loki's neck. Now Loki took this opportunity to mount his own expedition, pushing out the way what was left that covered Thor, caressing briefly his manhood, flushed, hard, and wet at the tip. Thor grunted and seemed to need to master himself from that touch alone. 

Making him come so easily and making fun of him for it was an appealing thought, but there was another treasure that Loki sought and trailing down he found it: a tight little slit that thanks to the art of the finest healers of the nine realms it could not be told that it had been reamed open by a company of frost giants not so very long ago.

He took two fingers and caressed the soft, sensitive skin of the inner labia that made Thor shiver and whine. Loki did this twice more so wetness quickly coated Loki's fingers. Then he placed a finger inside where it was as tight and coiling as Loki had been promised. Thor's hips seemed to move of their own accord, desperate for something inside him, even something so modest as a finger. The wanton whore. 

Loki added a second finger, thrusting in and with no more stimulation then that the mighty Thor came, his cock shooting seed, doubtlessly staining the fur they were laid out on. In the immediate aftermath of his orgasm, Thor grew loose-limbed. Loki could not help himself in the thrill, reversing their positions so now he lay over Thor. Loki bit his throat, not enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to bruise. Thor in the aftershocks of his orgasm could only gasp at his claim but made no other defense. 

He journeyed downward, mouthing briefly at Thor's spent and sensitive cock before making his way to the sweet treasure beneath. His cunt was soft and wet and offered not the least resistance as Loki's tongue plundered it, holding Thor's hips down so he could do nothing more than take it as Loki explored this new territory. There was some regret to think that he might have been the first to make his mark here, but there was also a thrill that for all the efforts of his kin it would be the cuckoo's seed that would take root. 

Even the thought was dangerous as Loki felt himself nearly spend then and there, which would have been a shame. Loki found a thick vein of Thor's thigh, and bit it so as Thor traveled each throb of pain would remind Thor of him. That done, Loki drew up Thor's body, nipping here and there, but he no longer had the patience to draw this out, not when the prize called for him to take it. Loki's cock met the softness of Thor's cunt and it took but a little adjusting with his hand between them to position his cockhead at Thor's entrance. 

"Wait, let me—" Thor began, shifting, but Loki was disinterested in permission and thrust into Thor, spearing his cunt carelessly open. It was as warm and slick as promised. Loki drew up to his knees and grasped Thor's thighs to give himself leverage and his brother none as he drew out a little and thrust once more in, hilting himself in the tight passage. 

"This is what you wanted, wasn't it?" Loki taunted, sweat dripping down his back from the heat of the fire and the exertion of his thrusts, pulling Thor on and off his cock. Thor's head was thrown back and Loki could see the redness already of the bite he had left on the column of his brother's throat. His finish was quickly approaching, but there was nothing for it. Thor's cunt was simply too good, beckoning him back in, begging for him to fill it with his seed and quicken the womb that lay within.

With one more fatal thrust, Loki seated himself inside Thor and let go of the last of his control. He groaned feeling as though it were lifeblood not seed coming from him and filling Thor up. Even spent, he pressed forward as if to make sure that nothing would escape.

When he drew out finally, he nearly fell back onto the fur, his breathing still heavy. 

"Was that it, brother?" Thor's voice rumbled. Now Loki felt exposed, still twitching from his exertions while Thor by contrast seemed to have recovered, and sat up. There are creatures that eat their mates upon successful copulation, Loki's mind unhelpfully remembered as Thor leaned over Loki, something predatory in his eyes. "I may never return."

"If that's the case, I would at least have a chance to catch my breath," Loki barbed, this felt in some ways more normal for them, Loki physically at Thor's mercy with only his sharp tongue to protect himself.

"Surely, one of the finest heroes of Asgard wouldn't admit defeat so quickly," Thor said, straddling Loki's hips. 

"I don't recall ever being considered a hero of Asgard. I seem to recall that magic and spells were little more than tricks for children," Loki said.

Perhaps, something of the real childhood hurt came through because something actually softened in Thor's face, and he drew a hand to Loki's cheek. Horrifyingly, the gesture nearly brought tears to Loki's eyes, and now he wished that Thor really put an end to him and spared him this humiliation. 

Thor's hand drew down Loki's body until arriving at Loki's cock which he gripped and stroked. "Well, this is one weapon that none would find fault in your proficiency wielding," he said slyly.

"That doesn't strike me as—" Thor's hand squeezed, making Loki gasp, head pressing back against the fur at the intensity. "—an objective observation,' Loki managed. 

"You know that I most highly prize first-hand experience," Thor said slickly, lifting himself up enough to position himself over Loki's cock already miraculously aroused once more, and used his hand, broad and callused as Loki had always imagined, to notch against his opening. With no further prelude, he impaled himself, letting out a high, desperate sound. That sent Loki's hands to Thor's thighs holding them steady as he sank down until he rested on Loki's lap, his brother's cock fully inside once more.

Thor kept Loki pinned beneath him as he found his own brisk pace, spearing himself open again and again, as indefatigable in chasing his pleasure in bed as he was in chasing his victories in battle. Loki feared if he were to come prematurely that it might come with grave consequences as he lay beneath Thor, entirely at his mercy even as his cock ravaged Thor's sweet, tight cunt.

Thor slowed his pace, drawing up and pressing down firmly, causing both to shudder before opening and meeting Loki with eyes that were sultry blue fame. "I would ask a boon of you, brother."

"A boon?" Loki asked, his hands squeezed Thor's thighs to try to continue their rhythm, but Thor remained unmoved, his cunt clutching Loki's cock tightly as though a hostage. 

Thor paused, and finally said, "I would have you answer a question truthfully."

Loki felt his doom crushing down on him with a weight that could not be escaped. If Thor asked Loki how he came to rescue him from the frost giants, then he could hide nothing even as it destroyed every plan and tore Asgard itself asunder. He still tried to wriggle out of it. "I am the lord of lies. The truth is not in my domain to give."

Thor smirked. "That itself is also a lie."

Loki closed his eyes. "What is your question?"

"I wonder..." Loki felt Thor's hand move to his face and pushed back a sweaty lock that had fallen across his forehead. "Is it possible that you will ever forgive me?" Thor asked.

Loki opened his eyes stunned and saw Thor looking down solemnly. "All these years I've belittled you. Downplayed your contributions to make myself greater, and mocked your cleverness. I took for granted your loyalty, and trusted my own strength beyond sense and reason, nearly killing us all to soothe my own hurt pride."

"Thor..." Loki began, but trailed off for once finding no clever rejoinder there at the tip of his tongue. 

Thor, tears beginning to flow down his cheeks, continued: "Yet for all my strength and bravery, I still screamed and wept when the frost giants raped me. It was only your knowledge of the paths between the realms that saved the rest of the party from perishing, and it was your magic and cleverness that allowed you to rescue me. So, that is why I wonder if you will forgive me for the way I treated you."

The silence hung over them like a thick curtain, with the weight of centuries between them every hurt and fear and heartbreak passed in a look. "Thor," Loki said, and swallowed. "Believe me when I say: there is nothing to forgive." The price had already been paid and Loki's vengeance was complete.

Thor leaned down and pressed his mouth to Loki's, still salty with his tears. Loki's hands moved from his thighs to Thor's rear, giving him now leverage to rock up. Thor gasped in his mouth and met back his thrusts, matching his new steady rhythm. Loki snuck a hand between them, prizing the desperate keen, erupting from Thor, and with only a few strokes he was finally overcome. Loki continued to thrust up as Thor grew tight and sensitive, but Loki didn't slack his pace until he reached his own peak. 

After they lay on the fur naked in front of the fire, not speaking, only looking at each other, not knowing after this night when they would again see each other. 

At last, Thor lifted his head. "The moon is high. It's time I begin my journey." He rose, redonning his traveling clothes, and looked over his bag which he soon fastened and threw over his shoulder. Loki knowing there was no more chance for one last tryst also dressed again and followed Thor as he turned to his balcony. As if they were children once more, they scrambled down that way into the courtyard rather than past the posted guard. They shared a victorious smile at their escape only for both to turn and see Frigga sitting by the fountain.

"There you two are," she said, rising to her feet. "The hour is late. I finished some time ago." Loki saw in her hands the brilliant blue cloth that he had seen her weaving earlier, and she held it out to Thor who took it and unfolded the bundle. "A cloak to keep you warm. Wherever you wander, it will never outdistance my love," Frigga said, and kissed Thor's temple. Then she drew one arm around Thor and the other around Loki. "My boys." It was a moment beautiful in its fragility. Frigga withdrew her arms, nodded, and left. Whatever her true intentions in all of this, it did not preclude her genuine love for them.

By silent agreement they did not linger. Loki found himself leading, Thor following, until they arrived at the nearest thin place between the realms. Thor paused and looked back at Loki. "King Loki of Asgard, it suits you," he said, his smile crooked and with no more than that turned away, his back now covered in a cloak as blue as the sky, and passed down the passage, a voluntary exile from his own homeland. 

Loki turned, allowing his mind to turn to more present concerns. Jotunheim would have to be dealt with and if he had more than one reason to wish Laufey silenced it was often that kings had many reasons for taking the actions that they did.