serving the new king // thorki
None of this was what Loki had imagined his life would be after Thor's coronation. His brother, the new King of Asgard, had promised him a position by his side one day, but Loki would have never dreamed of the one he eventually found himself in. Or that he would find a wicked and almost sick delight in it when Thor put the choker around his neck and chained him to the throne.
“I promised you would be by my side, didn't I, brother?” Thor asked with a smirk, grabbing Loki's chin harshly to make him look up. His eyes were almost hungry, something that Loki had never seen before and it made his insides twist and turn in the most delicious way possible.
“You did, brother,” he said, his voice slightly darker due to the pressure against his throat. “Though, I expected a more… upright position.”
“You are where you belong, where you were always meant to be,” Thor groaned and pulled on the chain, crashing Loki's lips against his own brutally. The younger prince couldn't hold back a moan when Thor's tongue shoved into his mouth, ravishing him in the most lustful and passionate kiss he could think of.
When he was pushed back, Loki could only look at him with glossy eyes, his face flushing red and his pants awfully tight. Why he got so turned on by this was a miracle, but it was amazing.
“And where do I belong, brother?” he murmured, licking the salvia from their kiss from his lips.
“On your knees, serving your king and fulfilling his every wish,” Thor smirked, using his foot to spread Loki's legs slowly. “Is this not your place, brother? Is this not what you were born for?”
“Yes, my king,” Loki moaned seductively, letting his head fall back when Thor pressed his foot against his hard on. “It’s my place… only this.”
“That's a good little brother,” Thor smirked and finally pulled on the chains again, signaling Loki to come closer. When his brother did and he ravished his mouth again like before, Loki closed his eyes and allowed himself to drown in this filthy fantasy that had finally become reality.
Oh yes, he would be a good little brother. He would serve his king in any way possible, just like he always wanted to. Loki never cared for the throne, he never wanted to become king. For years he had tried to get here, between his brother's legs, always doubting that it would happen, never hoping for it. He wanted to be Thor's, nothing else, never.
“Be mine,” Thor whispered between kisses, a hand holding Loki tight against him and the second loosely wrapping the chain around it.
“I'm yours, brother,” Loki purred, the joy in his heart too intense to put it into words. “I've always been yours.”
