Stars burst behind Loki’s vision at the sudden firm grip about his cock. Then it was gone, and he opened his eyes as if to see where it had escaped to. He found storm-clouded blue in its place, and this time he did not look away. He had to fight the instinct to close his eyes against the sting of being stretched beyond what he could comfortably take as Thor pushed in at last, but Loki was nothing if not stubborn and managed to hold the other’s gaze, bold despite his breathlessness. He had waited so long for this, and though he was fearful of what Thor might read in his face, he wanted to see.
He saw desire there, and wonder, even a certain fondness he might have named love in younger days. But mostly he saw vindication, a sense of triumph, some primal notion of conquest and victory that should have been familiar to him, for all the times he had found himself beneath his brother metaphorically if not physically, and yet still seemed utterly foreign. Oh, Thor, he thought, and he would have given a wry chuckle if a particularly forceful thrust had not just then pushed the breath quite out of him, trust you to think this changes a thing between us. His thoughts took a darker turn as he finally gave in to the impulse to shut his eyes, lips parted on a silent cry as his head fell back to kiss the cavern floor. And why not? Did you not come here seeking my submission? Did I not yield and give you precisely what you wished of me for no greater price than a handful of words, a paltry pittance worth less than the breath spent on them? Am I not even now enjoying myself as you prove your superiority once and for all? How elated you must be that I have at last learned my place.
Fresh anger rose to the surface, sudden and bitter as a boil bursting, to mix with the desperation and lust and myriad other emotions he would not give name to. He met every violent thrust with equal force of his own, and bit down hard on the thumb that edged the corner of his mouth. Submissive he might be, but he would not be passive. He waited long enough to make sure Thor knew he was not obeying his command, then he opened his eyes to glare green fire up at the man above him. “We don’t always get what we want,” he hissed “I would that you fuck me, but instead I am given this. Is feeble fumbling all the mighty Thor has to offer? I’d be better served buggering myself with one of these glow worms.”
They were hardly true, his allegations against Thor’s prowess. But he wanted to hurt, and he wanted to be used, and he wanted to know he had won these boons weeks after the fact.
He had read much and more in Thor’s face. He only hoped he had not given half so much away.
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