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King Thor Odinson of Asgard sat at the desk in his study, his eyes glazing over as he stared at tax documents. He pinched the bridge of his nose because he could already feel a headache beginning to form. If he were to be honest with himself, it seemed like kingship itself was nothing but one giant headache. It had barely been a year since he was crowned, but it felt like ages because he was still struggling to keep his head above water.
So many changes had come in the past year that Thor could scarcely process them. Odin still lived, but had gone into his final Odinsleep; the healers said he would never awaken again and it was only a matter of time before he took his final breath. His absence still hung like a pall over the realm and Frigga seemed like a shell of her former self. Thor worried about her constantly, on top of everything else he had to concern himself with. Sadness clung to her and Thor hated it because he didn't know how to help her. Thor had so much power now but had never felt so powerless.
He barely saw his friends anymore and Sif... though he and Sif and were married now, Thor had never felt further away from her.
They were betrothed from a young age, but it was something that was easy to ignore for many years. It was not until Odin's health began to fade that they knew they could put it off no longer.
When they were young, they were the best of friends. Thor, Sif and the Warriors Three had enjoyed many an adventure together. And though Thor had always loved Sif dearly, it was as a comrade-in-arms or a shield-mate, not as a wife. Sif was beautiful, she was courageous, intelligent, and fiercely loyal. In battle he wanted her by his side always. But while they had found pleasure together in their marital bed, there was always this sense of wrongness, as if they didn't belong there. There was an awkwardness that neither one of them seemed able to overcome. They were not in love and they both knew it could not be forced. Part of Thor would always grieve for that loss of freedom. Were they not bound by honor and duty, what lives would they have sought out? He supposed they would never know.
Thor could tell that Sif missed the freedom of being a warrior, of coming and going as she pleased and answering to no one. In their younger days, some judged her activities as not becoming of a future queen, but she was too strong-willed to pay them any mind. And now that she was queen, she seemed to chafe at her new role. Now there was no time for sparring, it was all court intrigue and manners, so many things to memorize. Thor had known Sif for all of his life, had seen her grow and come into herself as a warrior. Although Sif clearly knew all about the proper balance of a sword, being Queen required a new kind of balance: how to balance personalities, wants and needs, lies and truth. Truth be told, neither Sif nor Thor had much in the way of subtlety.
Thor slammed his fist down on his desk in frustration. He reached out and called Mjölnir to him, and it comforted him to have the familiar grip of the hammer in his hand. He stood and swung her around a few times, reveling in the feel of it. To lift Mjölnir was so easy, it was second nature to him. Would that he could wear the crown so effortlessly.
He felt like now he finally understood why his father entered the Odinsleep so many times during his rule. Though they did not always see eye to eye, Thor missed his father terribly. All that wasted time when he was a brash young man who didn't want to listen to Odin, who thought he knew better. In this moment, he would give anything for Odin's advice.
Thor set Mjölnir down on his desk and then sighed and shoved the papers into a drawer. Fandral had invited him out to the North Quarter tonight and Thor promised he would go this time. He hadn't spent time with his friends in months and he missed them very much. Thor knew he should stay in and force his way through the paperwork, or perhaps check on Sif or his mother, but he was just so tired. According to Fandral, what Thor needed most was to have some fun, and perhaps his friend was right. Perhaps he needed a break.
***
Thor took off his kingly attire and put on a simple pair of leather breeches and a light tunic. He threw on a hooded cloak and then headed out into the city. The streets were filled with all manner of citizens laughing and talking, enjoying the spring evening. Thor saw a lord that he was friendly with but didn't stop to chat with him, having had more than enough of politics for the day. Instead he kept moving until he reached the North Quarter, where most of the city's brothels were housed. His path led him to a stone bridge over a small river, and when Thor crossed over, he felt as if he'd stepped into another world.
The North Quarter was a beautiful area, all cobblestone walkways and streetlights that glowed in reds, purples, and blues. Sweet smelling flower bushes bloomed along the walkways, everything from blue hydrangeas, to pink posies, to purple violets and lavender. Even the river itself was decorated, with little multi-colored flower-shaped lights floating along its gentle waves.
The brothels had been here as long as Thor could remember and were just another part of the fabric of Asgard's culture. Many men and some women visited a brothel at least once in their lifetime and there was no shame in it for the clients or the courtesans. Some of the elite even became so besotted that they took on a kjæreste, a semi-official position that provided a measure of power and status to their lovers. All of the establishments in the North Quarter were part of the Accord, a loose organization of the brothels formed long ago to ensure good working conditions and standards of treatment for the courtesans. There were some establishments that would pop up down in the lower city that refused to join, but they were few and far between.
As Thor walked through the streets, a few seemed to recognize him despite his more modest clothing, but he only offered a brief nod and moved on. There were several brothels on the main strip, some he had never heard of before but many that were quite familiar. He heard the sound of bright laughter as he passed by Night Blossom and its outdoor terrace, lit by a cluster of little lanterns floating in the sky above it.
Thor continued on and walked past the Rose Petal, which was highly regarded as the most exclusive brothel in all of Asgard. Thor had never been terribly fond of the place, as it was far too stuffy and pretentious for his tastes. It was larger than the other brothels and completely surrounded by roses, including an arch right before the entrance. In Thor's opinion, the whole thing was a bit excessive and the cloying scent of that many roses alone made him want to run the other way.
At last, Thor reached the end of the street and stood before the Crescent Moon, a brothel he frequented in his youth and always possessed a particular fondness for. The outer facade was simple, with nothing of the Rose Petal's pretentiousness. Two simple baskets filled with white moonflowers hung on either side of the door, and above the door was a hand painted sign done in a simple script, with the "c" in crescent made to look like a moon. Thor smiled and waved as he spotted Fandral, who was standing outside waiting for him.
"Ah, Thor," Fandral said, his face splitting into a huge grin. "I have missed you, my friend."
Thor's own grin widened as he affectionally patted Fandral's shoulders. "And I you. I trust that this evening finds you well?"
"Indeed it does," Fandral said, looking very pleased with himself.
"Volstagg and Hogun could not join us?"
"You know Hogun has never been much for brothels, and neither has Volstagg's wife."
They both laughed.
"But I am glad you could join me. I worry for you Thor, and for Sif as well. I fear this new life does not suit either of you."
Thor sighed. "I share this fear, my friend."
"But let us not speak of this now," Fandral said, clasping Thor's shoulder. "I consider it my mission... no, my duty to ensure that you enjoy yourself tonight. And I wouldn't dare disappoint my king."
Thor laughed again and it was amazing just how good it felt.
"Come," he said, "let us go inside."
***
They entered and the place was very lively this evening. The Crescent was a more modest establishment, but what it lacked in opulence it more than made up for it with its special brand of friendliness and charm. The Crescent was very rustic and cozy, all warm woods and plush furniture, most of which didn't match. A large tapestry hung on the wall closest to the entrance, detailing the night sky and the phases of the moon. A few patrons were sitting at the bar drinking pints of mead and in a far corner, a skald was telling a ribald tale to a group of warriors who erupted into uproarious laughter.
Thor and Fandral were barely through the door when they were spotted by Aldís, the brothel's owner.
"Fandral, my dear," she said and they exchanged kisses on the cheek. She turned to face Thor and smiled fondly at him.
"My lord," she said with a playful bow, "or should I say, my liege?"
Thor chuckled. "My lady," he said. He winked at her before taking her hand and kissing it lightly.
"Always the charmer, that one. You could learn a few pointers from him," she said, nudging Fandral with her elbow.
"Surely you jest! I am plenty charming, my lady."
"Yes yes," she said, dismissively waving a hand in Fandral's direction.
"You flatter me," Thor said to her, "but I could never hope to possess as much charm as you, my lady."
She laughed, green eyes bright with amusement.
"Do you see?" she asked Fandral, nudging him again while he glared and grumbled at her.
Aldís was a staple of the North Quarter and had been there in one capacity or another for many a year. That evening she looked stunning in a form-fitting cerulean colored dress. Her figure was as svelte as ever, though her bright copper hair was now streaked with grey. She was still quite a beauty, but was even more so in her youth when she was one of the most sought after women at the Rose Petal. It was there that she met her wife Elina and they decided to strike out on their own and open the Crescent Moon.
"It's so lovely to see you again after so many years," she told Thor. "Let me know if there is anything you require. There are many new faces here since your last visit, I'm sure you will find someone to your liking."
"Indeed."
"Now off with you," she said with a shooing motion. "Go find yourselves a table and I shall have some mead brought to you."
Neither Thor nor Fandral was fool enough to ignore Aldís' orders so they found a table and sat down. The mead was brought to them shortly and they sipped their drinks in companionable silence for several minutes, each taking in the scene around them.
"So," Fandral said conversationally, "see anything you like?"
Thor shrugged. Since they arrived he had been gazing at both the male and female courtesans milling around as they offered suggestive smiles to potential clients. And while each one was beautiful, there was no one who truly sparked his desire. He was uncertain on whether or not he wished to sleep with someone tonight. Thor was exhausted and it was hard enough mustering up the energy to come out at all. It didn't used to be this way, but this last year of kingship had taken its toll on his spirits. Either way, he was just happy to be spending time with his friend again.
"As I said before, it is my sworn duty to make sure you enjoy yourself tonight. Come now, surely there must be someone who piques your interest."
Thor took another sip of mead and then glanced around the room again. He looked up at the stairs and that's when he saw him. Thor's breath caught in his throat and he felt as if time had come to a standstill.
He was a striking man, all pale skin and long, raven-black hair. Some of it hung down to the middle of his back, while the rest was piled on top of his head in intricate braids laced through with golden thread. He wore a pair of dark, leather breeches and a deep green sleeveless shirt that showed off his the lean muscle in his arms. He was masculine, but there was still an androgyny about him, his sharp features making him seem almost otherworldly.
His movements were elegant yet purposeful as he walked down the staircase. Thor recognized Drengi, the son of Lord Agmundr of the High Council, following behind the man. Drengi's expression was that of a man thoroughly sated, as if he just saw the gates of Valhalla itself. Once they descended, the man walked Drengi to the door. He whispered something in his ear that made Drengi blush and then kissed him on the cheek.
After Drengi left in a daze, the man quickly moved through the crowd and headed over the bar. He began talking to the tall, blond elf who was serving as the bartender. Something he said made them both laugh, and the man seemed even more stunning when he smiled. Thor wanted to know who this man was, wanted to know everything about him.
"Who is that?" he asked Fandral.
Fandral grinned. "Ah, that would be Loki," he said, "Some call him 'Silvertongue'. Others call him the 'Jewel of the Crescent'. Very selective and very expensive, that one. He hasn't been here for long, but he's already made quite the impression."
"Hm," Thor said. He was listening to Fandral but found himself unable to tear his eyes away from this mysterious Loki.
"I hear that he's more than worth the price," Fandral said with a chuckle, "though I've never been lucky enough to afford the privilege myself."
"There's something about him… you said he was not from here. Is he Vanir? Or part Ljósálfar?"
"Though his skin is even paler than ours, I hear he's a Jötunn. And you know what they say about them, best of both worlds," Fandral said with a ribald laugh.
Thor shook his head at Fandral's crudeness, but he couldn't say that it didn't make him even more intrigued. The Jötnar had only one gender, or so it was told. Not much was known of them as they were a mysterious people who rarely ventured out from their own lands, especially not to Asgard. Asgard had maintained cordial relations with Jötunheim for centuries, after a bloody war took its toll on both realms and they finally forged a peace treaty. There were still cruel stories about the monstrous Frost Giants told from time to time, but as far as Thor knew, they had largely fallen out of favor. While the Aesir possessed no particular hatred for the Jötunns at this point, it seemed that the Jötunns were a people who carried grudges and had neither forgotten nor truly forgiven those past wrongs.
Thor had interacted with a few Jötunns before for various diplomatic purposes, but at their core they still remained a mystery to him. The ones he met were very tall with blue skin, piercing red eyes, and cold, standoffish mannerisms. He had never seen one such as Loki, who seemed to be the polar opposite of those qualities. If he was this beautiful clothed, what would it be like to lay Loki bare before him? Thor could already picture it, seeing Loki naked and sprawled out on a bed, ready for whatever Thor would like to do to him. He swallowed hard. Just the thought of it was making his pants feel tight.
Loki finished speaking to the elf at the bar and turned to look out at the room. It was then that their eyes met and Thor felt a spark of something which he had no name for. Loki's eyes were beautiful and fiercely intelligent, multi-faceted and sharp green like cut emeralds. Thor smiled at him. He could already tell that Loki was going to be trouble, but Thor had never been one to turn down an adventure.
"Ah, he seems to be interested," Fandral said, following Thor's gaze. "Go on then! I doubt he'd turn down the King of Asgard after all."
Thor hesitated. Fandral slapped him on the back, urging him to his feet. "Go have some fun, my friend. You need it."
"What about you?"
"Oh, don't worry about me. I have my sights set on a beauty of my own," he said as a pretty brunette walked by.
"Very well," Thor said, already feeling the excitement well up inside him. Perhaps this was just what he needed after all. He stood up and started heading over to the bar. Loki watched him the entire time with a curious expression on his face. When Thor finally stood before the man, he found that Loki was even more alluring up close. He was nearly as tall as Thor, although of slighter frame. Not the traditional build of a warrior, but perhaps that of an archer or one who fights with daggers. From up close, Thor could see that Loki's ears were pierced, 3 gold rings in the lobes of each. Would Loki gasp if Thor bit down on one of the rings and tugged? Thor could already see it in his mind's eye.
"My lord," Loki said, the honorific tinged in mockery as it rolled off his tongue. He gave Thor a short bow, but there wasn't really any deference in it. They had barely spoken but already Thor found Loki's tongue to be as sharp as his angular features.
"I wish to buy your services for the evening," Thor said.
Loki looked at him appraisingly and Thor couldn't help but feeling like their roles had been reversed. Never had he felt like he must be the one to measure up when procuring the services of a courtesan.
"Yes, I had gathered as much. But answer me this, my lord: why should I lie with you?"
Thor spluttered. It seemed that Fandral was right about Loki being very selective. Thor had never been asked such a thing before and he couldn't help but feel insulted. His initial impulse was to pull rank, to tell this whore that he was King of Asgard and should not be spoken to so flippantly. But then he thought better of it. Fandral had also said that Loki was new to Asgard. It could be possible that he truly did not know who Thor was. To spend the evening with someone as beautiful as Loki without having the weight of kingship upon him? Just the possibility alone was enough to still Thor's tongue.
Thor had to have him. No price was too high.
"I have quite a bit of coin. Name your price."
Loki did not seem impressed.
"Many have coin," he said, "and so I am not concerned with that. I take it as a given that those who proposition me have adequate funds. Anything less would be an insult to both of us, don't you agree?"
Thor felt his anger flaring up again. Who was this man and how was it so easy for him to get under Thor's skin?
Loki chuckled. "Calm yourself, my lord."
He smoothed a lock of Thor's hair back from his face. The touch of his nimble fingers was electric against Thor's skin, almost like the familiar grip of Mjölnir in his hand. There was something powerful about Loki although Thor knew not its nature.
"I tease you only because your cheeks flush the most pleasing shade of pink when you're angry," Loki said, which only made Thor flush again.
Loki laughed and Thor liked the way his eyes crinkled at he corners when he smiled. "I will tease you no more if you promise to answer my question. It was a simple one and I do not ask it out of malice, only curiosity. So tell me, why should I lie with you?"
Thor paused for a long moment and stared at Loki, considering how to proceed. Loki raised an eyebrow at him in expectation, mischief clear in his eyes. Thor was not sure what Loki wanted to hear, but he decided to opt for a bit of flattery.
"I knew you were beautiful the moment I laid eyes upon you," Thor said, "but I did not know that you were also so witty and clever, more so than any I have met in a long time. I would be most honored to spend the rest of the evening in your presence."
"Mmm," Loki murmured, running his thumb across Thor's bottom lip in a way that made Thor's breath hitch with want. Loki leaned in a bit closer and for a moment Thor thought the man was actually going to kiss him.
Instead Loki smirked and said, "A very high compliment indeed, my lord, but I'm well aware of my particular skills. I wish to know more about yours."
Thor's eyes widened as he felt both his ire and his lust surge at Loki's sheer nerve. But although he felt insulted, he also couldn't deny that this was almost, well... fun. Loki was pushing his buttons and Thor had no desire to back down from the clear challenge that was being issued. Though there were no weapons involved - beyond words anyway - Thor felt the blood racing in his veins at the thrill of a good fight.
"I may not have your talent with words, but I have other gifts," Thor said, throwing himself fully into their little verbal sparring match. "I am a man of action."
"So what would you do to me," Loki said, "if given the chance?"
"Well," Thor said, his voice a rough whisper as he leaned in close to Loki, "first I would kiss the wicked smirk from your lips. And then I would fuck you until your clever words were gone and all you could speak was my name."
This time, it was Thor who ran his thumb across Loki's bottom lip, and he was gratified to feel Loki give a little involuntary shiver. He gave Loki a smug smile, which earned him an eye roll.
"Arrogant," Loki muttered.
Thor laughed. "I am in good company then," he said. Loki's expression was blank and Thor suddenly felt nervous, wondering if perhaps he had gone too far.
His fears were assuaged when a slow smile spread across Loki's face and his expression became one of wicked delight. "Oh you're very good, aren't you?" Loki said with a low chuckle. "It seems that now you have intrigued me as much as I have intrigued you."
Thor grinned, because he wasn't immune to flattery either. "So what say you?"
"My price is ten sovereigns. Is this acceptable?"
"Done," Thor said without batting an eye, although he cringed a little on the inside at the price. He was king and so he wanted for nothing, but ten sovereigns was still quite expensive. Paying for the drinks of everyone at the Crescent for the rest of the evening would run him three, four sovereigns at most.
"Excellent," Loki said with a seductive smile. "Now, won't you follow me upstairs?"
***
The room was modest but well-decorated in rich greens and golds and hard wood furniture. It was dominated by a large, four-poster bed topped with embroidered pillows and a dark green bedspread. A tapestry of the night sky hung on the wall behind the bed, very similar to the one downstairs and probably done by the same hand. There was a large wardrobe on the right side, next to a door that Thor assumed must lead to a bathroom. Near the entrance there was a small, round table with two chairs. A vase full of blue hydrangeas sat in the center of the table, their fragrance making the room smell sweet.
Loki gestured for Thor to sit down in one of the chairs, while Loki stood before him.
"Tell me what you wish, my lord."
And the title was still said so mockingly that it made Thor want to pin Loki down and teach him respect, but he had a feeling he would only be greeted with that same teasing smirk, one that he was growing increasingly fond of.
"Take off your clothes," Thor said, "and let your hair down."
"Very well," Loki said, a seductive little smirk on his face. As he stripped, his movements were sensuous and natural. They did not feel forced or practiced though he must have done this a thousand times or more.
Thor could not tear his eyes away as more and more creamy flesh was revealed. Loki turned around and slowly began to pull off his breeches. Thor couldn't help the moan that came out when he sees the round globes of Loki's lovely ass. Loki chuckled and pulled the breeches off the rest of the way. He gracefully waved a hand and then his hair began to unbraid itself, and the gold threads that were once woven into it fell down the long expanse of Loki's back to pool down at his feet.
"You are a sorcerer?"
Thor couldn't say he was terribly surprised, for there was an air of magic about Loki. While there were not very many strong mages in Asgard (especially in comparison to the elves of Alfheim), many could do parlor tricks such as these. It was actually a sought after quality in courtesans, as many patrons found simple theatrics such as this most titillating.
"I am many things," Loki said, glancing over his shoulder at Thor, "but that is not why I am so well sought after."
"From what I know of you so far, I'm sure there are a myriad of reasons one might seek out your company."
"Indeed," Loki said with a laugh and then laid down on the bed, completely naked. He was as gorgeous as Thor imagined he would be. His dark hair fanned out against the pillows and his pale skin contrasted beautifully with the deep green of the bedspread. Thor's gaze travelled over Loki's long legs and when his stare landed upon Loki's sex, he gave a sharp intake of breath. It seemed that Fandral's suspicions were correct because Thor could see that Loki had both cock and cunt, covered by a light dusting of hair.
Loki smiled when he realized what Thor was looking at. He parted his legs a little and began touching himself, stroking his cock halfway to hardness before running fingers lightly over the soft outer folds of his cunt.
Thor swallowed, feeling his cock harden even more. "So it's true then?"
"That I am a Jötunn? Yes, but it's something I try not to advertise too much. It's best to maintain a bit of mystery, don't you think?" he said as he looked at Thor through hooded eyes. "Now come here."
Thor didn't think he had ever undressed so quickly in his life. No sooner were his clothes off than he was on the bed, on his hands and knees with his body hovering above Loki's.
Loki looked up at Thor appreciatively. "I had a feeling you would be... impressive."
Thor chuckled and stroked his own erection a few times though he was already hard just from watching Loki undress. He gazed down at Loki, unsure of where to begin. There were so many things he wanted to do to Loki, but more than anything he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the place between Loki's legs.
"Don't be shy. Take what you want," Loki said as he spread his thighs wide, letting Thor see him in all his glory. He was a mixture of masculine and feminine, his hard cock and smooth, plump cunt making Thor's mouth water. Thor couldn't decide if he wanted to bury his face or his cock there. He kneeled down between Loki's legs and then sucked the head of Loki's cock into his mouth. Loki sighed in pleasure and spread his legs a little wider. Thor took a little more into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. He felt overloaded by the smell and taste of Loki and yet he craved more, felt like he'd never get enough. Thor pulled off and looked up at Loki. Even though he was all flushed and naked, Loki still seemed so elegant.
"Ah," Loki said, "so I see it's now your turn to tease me."
"I fear I've not the patience for teasing you as you deserve to be teased," Thor said and then gripped Loki's thighs tightly and pushed his legs up on Thor's shoulders. Thor moaned deep in his throat as he pushed his face right up against Loki's cunt. Thor nuzzled it, breathing in Loki's heady scent and pressing open-mouthed kisses to his thighs. He licked a broad stripe against the outer folds, making Loki gasp while Thor did it again and again. Thor reached a hand up, spread Loki's cunt open, and started licking him up and down.
"Mm," Loki moaned when Thor lets his tongue flick over the pink nub of his clit. Thor started fucking Loki's cunt with his tongue, marveling at the tight, wet heat of him and how good it would feel once Thor was inside him. Loki threw his head back and let out a throaty moan. He was so beautiful and responsive and Thor could feel Loki's legs quiver as he was licked open.
Thor knew he was being sloppy as he worked Loki with his lips, his tongue, and his fingers. He usually had so much more finesse than this but he was too aroused to care. He just wanted to eat Loki's cunt until he was nice and wet, ready for Thor bury his cock deep inside that tight hole. And when he could stand it no more, that was exactly what Thor did. He pushed Loki's thighs from his shoulders, pinned him down, and then shoved his cock into Loki's welcoming cunt in one long stroke.
"Loki," Thor moaned, because it just felt so good. He fucked hard and fast, making the bed frame shake with the power of his thrusts. He touched and kissed Loki wildly, swirling his tongue over pert nipples and tasting the salt on Loki's skin like a starving man. Thor wanted to devour him, to claim him utterly. It was as if all the frustration, all the stress and tension he had carried were coming to the forefront and demanding to be exorcised.
Loki looked up at him, flushed and panting. "Ahh... oh yes, fuck me."
With one hand, Thor kept Loki's wrists pinned to the bed and used the other to hitch up Loki's leg and fuck into him even deeper. Thor growled and bit down on the flesh in the juncture between Loki's neck and shoulder, making Loki gasp.
"Do you like this, my lord?" Loki said, his hips working sinuously and meeting Thor's thrusts. "Having me beneath you...mm... taking your cock, taking it as hard as you want to give it to me?"
Thor didn't respond. He couldn't, he was too far gone to do anything except fuck Loki harder. His hips started to stutter, losing all sense of rhythm as the pleasure enfolded him.
"That's it," Loki moaned, egging him on, "yes, take me, take what you want."
It was mere moments later that Thor found his release and it felt embarrassingly fast. He released his hold on Loki and collapsed partially on top of him. He gasped for air, forcing his body to come down from the high. Loki's skin felt soft against his as he ran fingers lightly up and down Thor's back. A few more moments passed until Thor finally moved, letting his softening cock slide out of Loki's cunt, Thor's seed leaking out onto the blankets.
Thor pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed, his back turned to Loki. He couldn't help feeling a bit mortified. He hadn't come so quickly since he was but a youth, new to the ways of pleasure. Another moment passed by before he felt Loki's weight shift on the bed. Loki crouched down behind Thor, wrapping an arm around his chest and resting his chin on Thor's shoulder. Thor inhaled and he loved the way Loki smelled, musky but with a hint of something fresh and cool that reminded Thor of winter.
Thor swallowed. "Loki. I have not... usually I do not-"
"Shh," Loki said, and Thor could feel the smile on his lips when he pressed a kiss to Thor's cheek. "You have no cause for embarrassment, my lord. I have seen many things in my time, believe me when I say you have nothing to be ashamed of." Loki hummed and Thor liked the vibration of Loki's voice, the way he could feel it in his own chest.
"Wait here."
Loki started to stand up but Thor grasped his wrist. "No I... lay down. Let me touch you," Thor said. He would not leave Loki unsatisfied. Whether he was paying for the sex or not, Thor had always considered himself to be a generous lover.
Loki laid back on the bed and watched Thor intently as Thor spread his legs apart. Thor took Loki's hard cock in hand and began stroking it.
"You know... oh, you do not have to do that. This was for your pleasure."
Thor smiled. "Yes. And your pleasure pleases me."
He continued to stroke Loki's cock and then also slid two fingers into his cunt. As Thor touched him, Loki's breath began to hitch and his hips began to rise as he sought more sensation. He looked so beautiful there, his body undulating under Thor's touch. Loki started to moan and grind his hips faster, and Thor increased his own speed to match Loki's pace.
"Right there, yes yes yes," Loki moaned brokenly as he threw his head back and came all over his chest and stomach. Thor felt so powerful then, to be able to make this calm, collected man come undone.
Thor nuzzled Loki's thigh as Loki's breathing calmed down and his orgasm subsided. Loki took several deep heaving breaths and then gently pushed Thor's head away and climbed to his feet.
"I'll be right back," he said as he made his way to the door on the other side of the room. Thor could hear the sound of water splashing so his guess about the door leading to a bathroom must be true. Loki remained inside for a few more minutes and then returned wearing a silky, black robe. Loki sprawled out on the bed and Thor turned to look at him. His body was artfully arranged, posture relaxed and languid, cheeks flushed and hair slightly mussed.
Thor stared at Loki, unsure of what to do next. Though Thor felt he had redeemed himself somewhat by getting Loki off, he still felt a bit insecure and embarrassed about coming so quickly when he was fucking Loki.
"Oh, do stop pouting," Loki said, picking up on Thor's train of thought. "Although I must say I find it slightly endearing, it's almost as if you were a sad pup."
Thor frowned.
Loki gave him a fond smile. "I am still yours for the rest of the evening, there is plenty of time to go another round."
Thor didn't say anything, but the problem was that he felt so tired he wasn't sure he could go another round. He'd been burning the candle at both ends for months and it had taken its toll on him.
"Or we could do something else," Loki said, seeming to pick up on Thor's reticence.
"Such as?"
"Well," Loki said, "there are some who think all a courtesan is good for is sex, but I feel they are... lacking in imagination."
Loki laughed and Thor couldn't help but smile a bit too.
"Many of my clients wish to fuck me," he continued, his expression a bit smug, "but there are others who just wish to talk."
"I... I think I would like that."
"Then speak, tell me what troubles you. It was obvious that you were quite tense and not even our earlier activities," Loki chuckled, "have completely relieved you."
Thor frowned slightly, considering the situation. Courtesans in Asgard knew very well the value of discretion, but it was still a risk. "Perhaps it is best if I do not. With the... position I hold, my life is full of complications. Perhaps it is better if you do not know these things."
"I know very well who you are Thor Odinson, King of Asgard."
Thor gasped and looked at Loki with wide eyes.
"Oh, do not look so surprised. I am new to this realm, but I am no fool."
"Then why did you taunt me so when we first met downstairs?"
"Because I could?"
"No," Thor said, shaking his head. "It would never be anything so simple. Not with you."
"Ahh, very good," Loki said, looking quite amused. "It seems that you're learning."
Thor scowled at him and was met with more of Loki's laughter, but it was a laughter that had grown increasingly fond as the night progressed.
"What you must understand is that I do this work because I choose to, and I choose my clients carefully. I do not waste my time on those who disrespect me and think me beneath them. Even when I am quite literally beneath them," he laughed.
"King or no, you are still just a man. You were born to the throne, but a man's social status does not dictate his character. I have no care for what you were born to be, only what you choose to be. And that was something I had to see for myself."
"And you liked what you saw?"
"We're here now, are we not?"
Thor nodded. Loki looked at him shrewdly.
"So tell me, why were you hoping I did not recognize you?"
Thor sighs. "I just… I just would like one night where I am not burdened by the throne."
"Then you shall have it, if you so desire."
Thor breathed out a sigh of relief and said a silent thanks to Fandral. He was a true friend and Thor was grateful to his comrade for convincing him to approach Loki in the first place.
"Come here," Loki said, beckoning him.
Thor laid his head in Loki's lap, and then he felt long fingers stroking his hair. The fabric of Loki's robe felt cool on his face as they laid there in silence. Loki continued to run his fingers through Thor's hair and Thor just relished the comfort of the simple touch. It asked for nothing, it just was.
But Thor had never been good with silence and he found himself speaking more and more as the minutes ticked by. He told Loki of his childhood, stories of simpler times that he thought he'd long forgotten. As the only heir, Thor sometimes felt that he'd had to grow up faster than he would have liked. Though these memories seemed so long ago now, describing them to Loki filled Thor with a warm glow: the swimming holes he used to visit on hot summer days, the early days of his training and the warriors he admired, his pet goats Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr and how many times he got knocked on his ass when he taught them to lead a chariot. They both laughed when Thor recounted the tale of when he and Sif hunted their first bilgesnipe, chasing it through the rain until they were covered in mud from head to toe.
"My mother was not best pleased with the mess we tracked through the palace," Thor said as he smiled up at Loki. "but both Sif and I agreed that it was all worth it in the end."
Loki chuckled and his green eyes were bright with laughter as he looked down at Thor. "It sounds like you had quite a few adventures as a boy."
Thor laughed. "Aye, I did," he said, but as his laughter faded, his thoughts turned to more somber territory.
"Thank you," Thor said in a serious tone. "For listening. I fear that becoming king made me lose sight of how much I cherish these memories."
Loki hummed. "Heavy is the head that wears the crown, or so they say," Loki said.
Thor sighed heavily. "Aye. I didn't truly understand it when I was younger. I wanted to be king so badly, but I did not realize how difficult it would truly be."
"I wouldn't know," Loki said and for a brief moment there was a hint of something harder in his voice, something far away. But then it was gone, as if it was never there in the first place.
Once Thor really started talking, the floodgates opened up and he found himself speaking more and more about the difficulties he faced as he struggled with learning how to rule. Though he had wanted to avoid talking about these things, he found that airing his grievances was actually making him feel better.
"And the High Council," Thor said, "they think me too brash and young to rule, and treat me as if I am still but a child. Although I cannot say I have always helped with matters. The conflict with the rock trolls and the dwarves alone has caused many to question their faith in me," Thor admitted, and from the way Loki cringed, Thor could tell that he'd heard all about that particular blunder and really who had not? It had marred the first months of Thor's reign and he was still dealing with the repercussions of it.
"And more recently there was the issue with the elves, which surely could have gone better."
"Oh?" Loki said, raising an eyebrow.
"There have been some skirmishes between the Light and Dark Elves recently and I thought to offer asylum to Ljósálfar near Asgard's border who were displaced by the fighting," Thor said. "I believed it would strengthen relations between our realms, as the Ljósálfar have often been allies of Asgard."
"But the High Council did not agree."
Thor nodded. "I was met with resistance, particularly by Lord Steinn," Thor said, and he made a face as the man's name left his lips. "He said that I am a new king and so my short-sightedness is not my fault, but rather a result of my idealism and youth. We must be concerned with the problems of our own realm first, plus there are already more non-Aesir than ever before calling Asgard their home."
Loki frowned. "It seems a rather rude manner in which to speak to his king."
"Not exactly," Thor said as he struggled to explain. "When he speaks... his words hover on the edge of disrespect, without ever truly overstepping any bounds. And then it is those who react strongly to him who end up looking the fool."
"I take it his tactics were successful in this case."
Thor nodded. "I lost my temper. And I... I may have flipped over a table."
Loki's eyes narrowed. "You flipped a table in front of the High Council."
"It was not my finest hour," Thor said sheepishly. "Though in the end I did send some warriors to aid the Ljósálfar. I could not in good conscience merely stand by and do nothing."
Loki paused for a long moment, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Hm. Have you no true advisors of your own?"
"I... no. Not truly. My mother is wise but she still grieves terribly for my father. My queen is wise as well, but I sometimes fear we are too much alike. We are both warriors at heart and neither one of us has much patience for political maneuvering."
"But none on the council itself?"
Thor shook his head. "What you must understand about the High Council is that they are all shield-brothers, bonded through the trials of battle," Thor said. "They led Asgard during the war with Jötunheim and also the war against Vanaheim even before that. And I have fought my share of battles, but they were warriors together before I was even born. I am still a boy to them and they are my father's men far more so than my own."
Loki fingers stopped moving and came to a rest in Thor's hair. "Perhaps you should make some changes then. It is not your father's court anymore. You are king now and it is up to you to set the tone for the court, though I'm sure there are some who may tell you otherwise."
Loki paused, considering his words. "Those in power for many years become comfortable. They will not seek out change, even if change may be beneficial."
"Perhaps you are right," Thor said. In the past year he felt swallowed up by his new role. What happened to his fighting spirit? He was Thor Odinson and he had never backed down from a challenge before. His father's advisors cautioned him against enacting many changes, but change could be a good thing. Loki gave him much food for thought.
Thor moved and scooted up on the bed until he was laying down on his side next to Loki. Loki rolled over on his side too and they stared at each other. Loki's hair hung over his shoulder like a dark curtain.
Thor smiled. "I do not know why I'm telling you these things. There's just... something about you."
"Sometimes it can be good to speak to an outsider, someone who is removed from the situation."
"Indeed it is," Thor said. He took Loki's hand and kissed it, and they both laughed at the gesture. "I have told you much about myself but what of you, Loki? I understand that you are new to Asgard. Is it to your liking?"
"Yes," Loki said, "even more than I thought I would. You city is quite beautiful, although very different from Utgard."
Thor had never been there before. Most correspondence between Asgard and Jötunheim was done remotely, or Jötunn representatives would come to Asgard; they did not want Aesir to set foot on Jötunn soil, not after the way their cities had been ransacked during the war.
"Tell me, what is it like there?" Thor asked.
Loki looked at Thor thoughtfully. "You all like to think of us as savages, but-"
Thor started to protest but Loki rolled his eyes and cut him off. "Don't pretend that anti-Jötunn sentiments don't remain."
Thor had thought it wasn't so bad, but perhaps he was more out of touch with the attitudes of the people than he should have been. As a commoner, Loki likely heard things that did not reach the king's ears.
"As I was saying, though we are largely a warrior race, that does not mean we lack skills in other areas."
Thor nodded. He'd heard it said that their architecture in particular was stunning.
"Utgard is... it is harsh and cold, but beautiful in its austerity, awash in hundreds of shades of blue that an Aesir's eyes cannot truly fathom. The buildings and bridges are built up from the land itself, shaped and moulded by the power of the Casket. It is a living sculpture of ice and earth, with bits of shining minerals and ore embedded into it," Loki said, his voice taking on a wistful tone. "And on rare days when the sun comes out, the whole city sparkles like the most brilliant diamond."
Thor listened raptly, hanging onto every word. He didn't think he had ever heard so much about Jötunheim before, and especially not a first hand account like this. Jötunheim was a fairly isolationist realm so many of their secrets and customs were unknown to outsiders. It was sometimes said that Thor's own grandmother Bestla was a Jötunn, but Odin had never truly confirmed or denied it.
"Then what brings you so far from Jötunheim?"
"A life not worth dwelling on," Loki said, pulling his hand away. "Let us just say that there's no love lost between me and kinsmen. I far prefer Asgard to anywhere on Jötunheim."
It was clear that there was so much more to the story and that there was a part of Loki that yearned for his home. Thor got the impression that it had been years since Loki had been there. He couldn't imagine being far from Asgard for so long, and his heart ached for Loki's loss. He wanted to ask more questions, but Thor sensed that he shouldn't pry and left it at that. Loki had already given him so much this night, the last thing he wanted to do was make Loki feel uncomfortable.
"So," Loki said, reaching out and cupping Thor's cock in his hand, "how do you feel about going another round?"
Thor's breath hitched as Loki began to stroke him slowly. He moaned and arched his hips, his cock growing hard in Loki's hand. "I thought myself too exhausted, but it seems you have proven me wrong."
"Proving people wrong is but one of my many talents," Loki said. "And now I shall show you one of the others."
Loki pushed Thor flat onto his back and then kneeled above him, licking a long stripe up the length of Thor's erection.
"Mm," Loki murmured as he teased him, sucking Thor's balls into his mouth. Thor clutched at the blankets as he moaned and sighed.
Loki continued to tease him for a few minutes before, seemingly without warning, his hot, wet mouth engulfed Thor's cock, deep-throating him down to the root. Thor groaned when he felt the head of his cock meet the back of Loki's throat. Loki swallowed and Thor moaned again, loving the tight heat of it. It seemed Loki did not earn the name "Silvertongue" for nothing, as he was as skilled in this as he was with wordplay. It felt amazing, and Thor knew that if Loki kept this up he would spill before too long. But he didn't want to come like this, not before he buried his cock into Loki's wet cunt once more. He came too quickly the first time, but now that his initial desire had been sated, he felt his stamina had returned to him.
Thor gripped Loki's hair and pulled his mouth off of his cock. They panted harshly and stared at each other.
"You wish to take me again?" Loki asked, his gaze positively smoldering.
"Oh yes," Thor said. And he would have Loki again before the night was over, but there was something else he wanted first.
He gripped Loki's thighs in his hands and spread them wide, gazing down at the soft folds of Loki's cunt. He needed to taste Loki again, the first time wasn't nearly enough to sate his appetite. He wanted to see Loki come apart. There was something so powerful and controlled about him. It aroused Thor and it challenged him, made him want to see what it would take to make this man truly give in to pleasure and just let go.
Thor started licking - with far more finesse than the first time - and he could taste the remnants of his own seed. As Thor licked and sucked at him Loki began to moan, his legs shaking.
Thor opened Loki up with his fingers as he licked at his clit and inner lips. He shoved in roughly with three fingers and started to fuck Loki in earnest. Loki's breaths came out harsher and harsher as Thor fucked him. Thor let his tongue flicker over Loki's clit again and Loki couldn't stop moaning, couldn't stop moving his hips to get more. Thor didn't let up, fucking Loki through his orgasm as he threw his head back and came. Loki's face looked so beautiful all flushed with pleasure and he was truly a sight to behold.
Thor licked his lips and he could taste Loki's juices on them. He released Loki and then sidled up beside him. He kissed Loki slowly and ran a hand along Loki's thigh to help him relax and come down.
Loki chuckled as his breathing became less laboured. "Oh I was right to choose you, wasn't I?"
"And I you," Thor said, smoothing damp hair back from Loki's forehead.
"But we're not finished yet, are we?" Loki said as he glanced down at Thor's erection, which was now painfully hard.
"No, not at all," Thor said, looking down between Loki's spread thighs. While Loki seemed to have already come from the way Thor's teased his cunt, his cock was still hard and flushed with arousal. Thor's own cock grew harder at the thought that Loki was truly insatiable, and would be able to come again if Thor stroked him off. Just imagining it spurred Thor into movement and he quickly laid on his back and used his considerable strength to pull Loki on top of him. Thor could feel the slickness of Loki's sex against the length of his cock and he couldn't wait to be inside him again. Loki lifted up a bit and then took Thor in hand, guiding his cock to Loki's entrance. Loki sank down while Thor simultaneously pushed up into him, opening that tight cunt with his thick, hard cock. Loki started to ride Thor, undulating his hips. His own hard cock bobbed up and down as he rode, a bead of precome at the tip.
"Loki," Thor moaned as he gripped Loki's hips. Loki was exquisite, and the velvet grip of his cunt felt so good wrapped around Thor's cock. Thor gasped as Loki reached down and tweaked his nipples, something he didn't even know he wanted until just then. And it was good, so good. But it wasn't what Thor truly needed.
He flipped them over, pinning Loki down to the bed, and rutting into him hard. Thor couldn't hold back his moans as he fucked Loki into the mattress. It was rough and his pace was relentless but Thor couldn't stop, never wanted to stop. He wanted to lie there always with Loki beneath him, taking his cock so deep inside. He wanted to fill Loki up over and over again.
Loki was panting and moaning shamelessly. He wrapped his long legs around Thor's waist and Thor moaned at the feel of his cock sliding even deeper into Loki's tight heat. Loki moved his hips, meeting Thor's every thrust.
"Ohh, harder, yes yes yes," he moaned over and over again as Thor took him. Thor growled and his thrusts picked up more speed, the pace furious and unforgiving.
"Fuck me," Loki cried out. "Just like that, oh Thor."
And that's what pushed him over the edge because it wasn't "King Thor" that Loki called out. Not "Your Majesty" or "my lord". Just Thor, plain and simple.
Thor's thrusts lost their rhythm as he came deep inside Loki again, panting harshly and filling him up with his seed. Thor reached down and took Loki's cock firmly in hand, stroking him roughly until Loki was moaning with his second orgasm and shooting his come all over Thor's hand. When it was all over, Thor pulled Loki close and laughed delightedly. He couldn't remember the last time he had so much fun.
***
Thor placed an additional ten sovereigns on Loki's nightstand before he left. Thor felt there was no way he could truly repay Loki for how he eased Thor's peace of mind, but he must try somehow. He knew that even if he lived to be as old as Odin was, he would never forget this night.