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Thick fingers twine through raven tresses, tightening when the sensations get to be too much. Laufeyson smiles at the pressure, recognizing the effort with another roll of his hips.

“Og hvaða vildi þú hafa mig kalla þú þá? ‘Hetja’? ‘Stríðsmaður’?” The trickster pauses momentarily, considering, before throwing Odinson a wry grin. “‘Lout’ is probably the most accurate.” The Thunderer thrusts up against him, the Deceiver’s back arching at the added friction. He inhales a stuttered breath as his not-brother speaks of his reward, and he can’t help but be entertained by the sentiment. The pride of Asgard writhes beneath him, and as Loki leans in to kiss him again, he knows that were this any man’s recompense, it was his own.

“Ég geta ekki vera þinn bróðir, Thor.” He murmurs into the elder god’s mouth, bound hands trailing downwards to tug at the hem of meddlesome trousers. ”Vildi þú ljúga svo með þinn ætt? Fyrir þessi vildi gera the Hús af Odin a hreiður af sifjaspell, vildi það ekki?” A laugh bubbles past his lips as he brings himself to hover over the blond, dark hair caressing the side of his face. His eyes flash giddily, and he slowly shakes his head. “Neitun, Ég gera ekki hugsa Ég geta vera þinn bróðir.”

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That catches him off guard. A nest of incest; words born against his kin and his household, words used to coerce emotion from him. The speech is punctuated by the impatient tugging of bound hands at his pants, with a laugh and a kiss. How hilarious, that the spawn of a Frost Giant would be able to instill heat in him like no other with just his lips.

Thor laughs, a slow rumble that turns into a chuckle. Tossing his head back to let his skull lay against the cold floor, his hands drop from Loki's hair back down to his own sides.

"Nei, þú ert rétt. Ég held ekki." He flashes the man a grin, though his face is already reddening with lust. His hands move to the hem of his trousers to shimmy them off of his hips deftly, revealing sparse blond curls and a glimpse of skin too small to be anything but a tease. "En þú ert minn," he adds, voice lowering back to a faux-dangerous growl. "Ekki gleyma að."

His next moves are faster than the lightning he commands, leaving Loki little time to let the words sink in. He rolls, grabbing the demigod's shoulders as he does so in order to bring him along. Limbs entangling for a moment, Thor lets out a small whoop of a laugh, reminiscent of their frequent childish wrestling matches.

Adjusting his weight comfortably on top of the Liar, the blond smirks. "...And I am not one to be topped, Loki. You know this."

#nsfw #burdenofgloriouspurpose

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