For those of you that may have visited the fic before, I've change the orders of the chapters a bit. What was originally the only chapter is now chapter 3 and the first two chapters are new. For those of you that have never read this fic before, welcome! I hope you enjoy it! More chapters might be added later as I add to the story.

Warnings for entire story: Smut, mpreg w/ birth scene, incest (depends on how you look at it really), intersex Loki

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Chapter 1

A Twist of Fate

Loki heard Thor coming long before he could ever see the man. He knew those footsteps well. Loud, sure, and oddly slow. Thor never hurried anywhere unless he was truly enraged, but from what Loki could discern Thor was merely hesitant at that moment, bordering on nervous, as if with every step he took forward he reconsidered turning back. The hallway that led to his prison cell was long and silent, since he'd been kept away from the other prisoners, so Loki had a long time to appreciate the tentative steps. He allowed himself a smirk when the footsteps came to a stop, and he opened his eyes, watching the ceiling as he reclined on his bed.

"Hello, brother."

"Hello." Loki cocked an eyebrow at the curt response.

"Why are you here, Thor?"

"It has been far too long since we last spoke." Thor's voice was harsh, reinforcing the blunt words. "I thought it only right to come see you,"

"And what makes you think I have any interest in seeing you?" Loki asked as he rolled onto his stomach, sending Thor a disapproving look. "Actually, forget I asked. You've always been optimistic to a fault."

"And you've always had a sharp tongue," Thor smiled sadly. "But never have you been cruel."

Loki scoffed. "If that could strike you as cruel then you have become softer than I would have ever expected."

Thor sighed. "Why have you come to hate me, brother?"

Loki frowned. Because you have everything I will never possess, and you don't even deserve it. Because you are everything the prince, no the king now, of Asgard should be, without even trying. Because the nine realms revere you blindly, and I have had to fight for every ounce of recognition I've gotten, only to be rewarded with a cage while you were given a throne. Because no matter how much I hate you, my love for you has never wavered… "Why do you care?" he hissed.

"Because whether you choose to believe it or not, I still care about you," Thor stepped closer to the cell's barrier. "I don't know what I have done to deserve your hatred, but whatever it is I will do anything to remedy it."

"You…don't…know." Loki repeated the words slowly, rolling them off his tongue. He tipped his head to the side, regarding Thor coldly. "Whatever will this realm do with a fool like you as king? Your father may have made the occasional poor decision, but at least he had some common sense."

Thor's expression hardened instantly at that and Loki felt a thrill rush through him. He loved manipulating Thor, enraging him. And he needed a little fresh entertainment.

"Oh, is that still a sensitive subject?" he asked, his voice saccharine. "What's it been, two months since the Allfather finally left us?"

"That is enough, Loki." Thor growled. Loki smirked.

"Is that why you came all the way down here to see me, Thor?" He stood and started walking towards Thor slowly. "Did you wish to mourn the death of the man you call our father?" He stopped right in front of the barrier, relishing the fact that Thor had to look up at him. "Well I don't share your grief." What made it even better was that Thor couldn't deny he was right.

"Why do you insist on taunting me, brother?" Well that was disappointing. Loki rolled his eyes as he turned away. He hated how composed Thor was these days.

"Because you make it far too easy," he sighed. He crossed the cell, picking up a glass of water and sipping at it, while ignoring the tray of food that had been brought for him. He barely ate these days. Didn't see the appeal. Loki threw a look over his shoulder when he heard the now familiar sound of an opening forming in the barrier. Before Loki had time to speak, Thor had crossed the cell and grabbed Loki's arm to spin him around. He glared at the man as his cup clattered to the floor.

"You're awfully trusting," Loki sneered. "Storming in here like this. Do you really think I'll just let you walk out?"

"And what could you do to me in here?"

Loki frowned, hating that Thor had a point. He couldn't attack him. The cell's barrier dampened his magic significantly, and even with his complete concentration any power he could muster was indiscriminate; he was as likely to harm himself as he was to harm Thor.

"I don't need weapons or magic to hurt you," he warned, though it was hollow. "You still haven't given a good reason for being here." He ripped his arm out Thor's grasp. "Shouldn't you be off with your Midgardian whore? The bifrost has long since been repaired."

"Jane Foster is not my whore," Thor frowned. "And if I had any interest in seeing her, I would be there now, not here."

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that the kind of companionship you seek from me, Thor?" He smirked when Thor glared at him.

"Don't be vulgar. We're brothers." Thor's words came out a little too slow, a little too convincing, as though it were meant as much for himself as it was for Loki.

"Not really," Loki purred. He stepped closer to Thor so there was barely an inch between them. "Not through blood."

"We were raised as brothers," Thor insisted. "That is what matters." He tried to step back but Loki only followed, staying just as close. "Loki, that is enough!"

"Is it? Because I thought we had only just begun." Loki smirked. It had been awhile since he'd had this much fun. He placed his hands on Thor's chest, slowly sliding them up too his shoulders as he pressed closer.

Loki winced when he was suddenly slammed him against the wall, but kept his eyes on Thor's face. He was pinned, his arms above his head in Thor's firm grasp. There was no fighting his way out, but he wanted to see just how far he could push Thor. He smirked when he saw that the blond seemed just as surprised by his own actions as Loki had been.

"So what are your intentions for me, Thor?" he purred, and they were close enough that when Loki tipped his head, inviting, their noses brushed together. Thor flinched back but tightened his grip on Loki's arms. "What are you going to do with your little brother?"

"Shut up…" Thor murmured, but Loki only laughed.

"Are you really so perverted?" he leaned in close enough to brush their lips together as he spoke and raised an eyebrow when Thor didn't pull away. "The king of Asgard wants his own brother so badly."

"I said shut up!" Thor growled the words this time, slamming Loki back against the wall and holding him down firmly. Loki allowed himself to be pinned but still smirked at Thor. He chuckled softly.

"Make me."

Thor growled again low in his throat, deep and loud, sending a shiver throughout Loki's body as he watched Thor's control snap. Within moments Thor's mouth was on his, rough, demanding, and Loki gave over easily, matching every ounce of Thor's passion. He gasped when Thor bit his lip, taking it in his mouth and sucking the tender skin. Loki smiled at the idea that it might bruise. He arched against Thor, straining against the arms that pinned him down, and let out a moan, just to see how the blond would react. He certainly wasn't disappointed. Thor groaned and grabbed Loki by the waist, lifting him up the wall and slamming him there again. Loki managed to wrap his legs around Thor's hips and his arms around his neck, pulling him closer so their bodies collided flush against each other. He moaned again, more softly this time and more genuinely as he felt Thor hot between his legs, though the sound was muffled by Thor's lips on his once again and the slick, insistent tongue that forced itself into his mouth. Loki accepted Thor's tongue with his one, sliding them against one another as he moved his hands up to grip Thor's hair, pulling as he tangled his fingers in it. Thor groaned, obviously appreciative, and finally pulled away from Loki's mouth and moved to his neck, leaving kisses and bites in equal measure. Loki moaned, his lips right next to Thor's ear to make sure the man heard every sound.

"So this is what the mighty Thor desires," he purred, though it was followed by a sharp cry when Thor bit down hard into his neck.

"I thought I told you to shut up."

"I thought I told you to make me." Thor pulled back to glare at Loki, who only smirked in return. "There are many uses for my silver tongue," he smiled, arching to grind himself against Thor.

Thor groaned under his breath before gripping the front of Loki's shirt and ripping it in half. "You fucking minx," he growled, pushing Loki to his knees.

Loki went willingly, though he felt the familiar surge of anxiety as his shirt slipped down his arms and to the floor. He was always careful about whom he showed his body to, careful about hiding himself, though that was hardly necessary with Thor. They had seen each other in every state of undress possible. He smirked as he watched Thor pull his own shirt off and grabbed the hem of his pants to tug him closer and nip at the skin just below Thor's navel. He flicked his eyes up to Thor's face as he moved his mouth lower, pressing a kiss to Thor's hard length, hot against his lips even through the pants. When he felt Thor's hand in his hair, Loki smirked, taking the tie at the top of Thor's pants with his teeth and pulling it undone. He quickly moved the fabric out of the way and pulled out Thor's length, quirking an eyebrow as he looked over it appreciatively.

"Impressive," he smiled before leaning closer to lick slowly from base to tip, keeping his eyes on Thor's. The taller man groaned, tightening his grip on Loki's hair.

"And what do you have to compare it with?"

Loki smirked, stroking Thor slowly. "I don't tell you about all of my escapades, Thor. But there's no need for comparison. In this area, you are foremost without a doubt." Which was true, Thor was easily the biggest Loki had ever seen, though he would have said it regardless just to see Thor's prideful smirk.

"My shy little brother," he chuckled as he ran his hand through Loki's hair. "What have you been getting in to?"

"I am not so shy, brother. I 'get in to' everything I can," Loki teased, pouting a little to give his face an air of innocence. "Would you like me to show you what I've learned?"

"By all means," Thor smiled back, pulling on Loki's hair a little where he was holding it. Loki grinned and didn't need further encouraging. He leaned in closer and licked Thor's entire length slowly, then again, letting his eyes close. He just barely opened them as he flicked his tongue around the tip, teasing, before taking it in his mouth. He stayed with just the tip for a while, stroking the rest with his hand as he sucked and licked, letting his saliva slide down the length.

Gradually he took more in, eventually dropping his hands to Thor's legs. He couldn't take the whole length without gagging, but he managed most of it, sucking firmly as he moved up and down. He was grateful that Thor was holding his hair back, as it would have only gotten in his way. He hummed, almost a moan, when he felt Thor roll his hips to start thrusting slowly into his mouth. Loki closed his eyes, easily accepting each of Thor's thrusts. He enjoyed this far more than he would ever admit, the weight and heat against his tongue, and the slight pain whenever the back of his throat was hit. Thor wasn't rough, but with all that strength Loki knew it was possible. He could feel the tension in the man's legs and felt himself harden more at the thought that Thor was just barely restraining himself.

Eager for more, Loki flicked his gaze up to Thor's before forcing himself to relax and pushing down until his nose met skin, taking all of the man's length in one movement. He held himself there for a few moments, relishing the deep groan it pulled from Thor and the heady feeling of being filled like that, before pulling back completely. He was panting, but managed a small smile as he looked up at Thor.

"Enjoying yourself?" he teased as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to remove some of the saliva that had smeared around his mouth. He knew he must have looked a mess, but Thor was hardly complaining.

"I'm not the only one," Thor nodded to the obvious, straining erection in Loki's pants. "Are you getting wet for me, brother?" And Loki barely held back a moan, if only because no one had ever said that to him before, but he'd always wanted to hear it.

"Yes," he breathed. Before he could say anything else Thor had picked him up and tossed him onto the bed, and was very nearly ripping off the rest of Loki's clothing. Loki allowed himself a giggle as he helped Thor by kicking off his pants, though he quickly pulled his knees up to cover himself, even as he relaxed back on the bed.

"You too," he smirked, watching silently as Thor stood over him and began to remove his remaining clothes. Loki hadn't expected to be nervous, but this was the first time anyone would see him completely. He'd always used illusions to make himself seem normal and male. Frankly, Loki was shocked by Thor's apparent interest in his body. He smiled when he felt a large, warm hand on his knee, nudging his legs apart, and he let them fall open, keeping his eyes on Thor's face. Though he searched for any sign of hesitancy, he was amazed to find none as Thor moved to kneel over him. Loki shivered lightly as Thor's fingers trailed down his inner thigh, pausing for just a moment, and then he moaned as Thor pushed two fingers into his core. Obviously, Thor knew exactly what he was doing as he moved his fingers in and out slowly, curling them just enough to rub against the sensitive place inside. Loki smiled lazily at Thor's expression, which could only be described as enraptured, through his soft moaning .

"You've thought of me like this, haven't you?"

"You are more than anything I could have imagined." Loki chuckled, letting the flattery wash over him.

"I would have expected you to be more eager to be inside me."

"What makes you think I am not?"

"You're taking an awfully long time to get around to it." Loki's teasing was almost accusatory, but he smirked as it got him what he wanted. Thor pulled his fingers out slowly, and Loki felt his body clench around their absence, even as Thor moved over him and kissed him with surprising gentleness. Loki responded with a bite to Thor's lower lip as he slid his arms around the man's neck. He had felt Thor settle between his legs, but even so he wasn't quite expecting it when Thor thrust in without warning. Nor was he expecting the pain that came with it.

Loki cried out, though it quickly faded into a whimper as he bit down on his own lip, having torn away from the kiss. The burning stretch was intense to say the least, and his body trembled, caught between whether to accept the intrusion or push away.

"Loki…?" Loki forced his eyes open to look up at Thor.

"Don't move," he said softly. He didn't want Thor to go, but there would only be pain if he tried to continue now.

Thor nodded, though it wasn't easy to restrain himself. "It's just been a while for you, hasn't it?"

"Not exactly," Loki sighed, and continued on before Thor could ask. "Before this, I was the only person to have ever touched myself there. I hid it from all others. It was easier than trying to explain."

"Of course," Thor nodded again. "So, I am…?"

"Like this, yes, you are my first." Loki laughed softly, shaking his head. "And you're a hell of a first to have." Thor looked a little embarrassed and Loki sighed as he pulled him down for a kiss. It was easier to ignore the discomfort when he distracted himself. "It's alright, I'm not complaining. Just give me a few moments."

"Whatever you need." Loki smiled at the words and at the feeling when Thor started stroking his side, from just above his waist down his thigh and back up. He pulled Thor into another kiss and let the man lead with all the tenderness he could ask for. He sighed when the tip of Thor's tongue ran over his lips and parted them just enough to slip his own tongue out to meet Thor's, brushing them together teasingly before allowing entrance. He moaned as Thor explored his mouth slowly, diligently even, and arched up as those strong arms wrapped around him, pressing their bodies close together.

Loki gasped when he felt Thor roll his hips, rocking their bodies back and forth. The movement inside Loki was slight, but it seemed Thor had found just the perfect fit, and each shallow thrust sent shivers throughout Loki's body. He moaned against Thor's lips and pushed back against him.

"More," he murmured, and when Thor thrust deeper it took his breath away. He gripped Thor's shoulders, letting his head fall back as he gasped and moaned. It had never been like this. When he felt Thor's lips on his neck, he tangled his fingers in that blond hair, holding him close so he could hear every sound that Thor made.

And just like that they were no longer simply having sex, they were making love. It happened more naturally than anything ever had. Thor's touches were so gentle now, more gentle than Loki would have thought possible, more gentle than anything Loki had felt before. The way Thor stroked his body and held him close as they moved together, gradually building, was almost reverent, as were the whispered words of praise, nearly drowned out as Loki's moans echoed off the walls. And Loki relished, cherished, every moment. He needed this. The gentleness, the tenderness, the…

Loki cried out when he finally came, locking his legs around Thor's hips as his body tensed and then released. He clung to Thor desperately, their lips brushing together just barely until Loki dropped his head back, panting hard. He looked up at Thor, watching the tension on man's face. Loki ran his hands slowly through Thor's hair, tugging lightly, then pulled the man closer and kissed him. Moments later he felt Thor release inside him with a groan, and moaned softly in reply, intensely aware of every sensation between them.

They were quiet for a long time, simply listening to each other's breathing, feeling it against their lips as their foreheads rested together. Still wrapped in Thor's arms, Loki had never felt so protected, warm and safe. It was too good to be true, to last…

"Are you alright?" Thor's voice was soft, and Loki felt the man move a few dark strands of hair out of his way. He sighed before opening his eyes, gazing up at Thor. The blissful glow of pleasure was giving way to reality, and a dull lethargy followed in its wake.

"You'll be leaving now, won't you?" Thor seemed almost shaken by the bluntness.

"Only because I have to," he said quickly, "not because I desire it."

"And what do you desire?"

"To be here with you, of course."

"The king of Asgard desires to be in a prison cell," Loki muttered as he sat up, forcing Thor to move back as well. Only now did he realize how silly they looked crammed onto the small bed. "What does that say about our realm?" Thor shook his head.

"You twist my words, as ever."

"Only because you leave them so vulnerable to twisting."

Thor sighed. "You've always been the clever one."

"One of us has to be." There was a pause before they both smiled, and Thor leaned in to kiss Loki. Loki chuckled softly before kissing back, resting his hand on Thor's neck.

"Do I have your permission to come back and visit you again?"

"Does the king need permission to visit a prisoner?"

"Well no," Thor shrugged. "But I want it from you. You could very easily reject me the next time."

"I could…" Loki appeared to consider the idea before smiling. "But I won't. Quite honestly…" his smile turned to a smirk as he slowly trailed a finger down Thor's chest. "I would be insulted if you didn't come back for more."

"And we can't have that," Thor smiled back, catching Loki's hand with his own and kissing it lightly.

"No, you really can't afford to have that." They both laughed, and Thor sighed before standing up to dress. Loki leaned against the wall, curled up in the blanket as he watched him.

"Are you just going to stare?" Thor asked.

"Well, as much as I preferred watching the clothes come off, you must admit, you're quite the spectacle either way." Thor chuckled, almost shyly.

"I meant are you going to get dressed?"

"It's not like I have anywhere to go," Loki shrugged, then sighed dramatically. "Besides, I'd have to go all the way across the room to get new clothes, since you ripped the ones I was wearing." The surprised glance Thor cast at the discarded clothing made Loki laugh. "How could that possibly have escaped your notice?"

"I'm not sure," Thor shook his head. "Though you have always had your ways of distracting me."

Loki nodded, smiling contentedly. "Very true." Thor smiled back, and, to Loki's surprise, he crossed the room to the chest where Loki kept his clothes, taking out a shirt and pants and bringing them back to Loki, who smiled.

"I would have gotten them myself," he sighed as he laid the proffered clothes on the bed.

"Consider it compensation for tearing the others," Thor smiled, easily pulling Loki into his lap, blanket and all.

"They will be easy to repair," he murmured as he slipped his arms around Thor's neck, accepting the kiss when it came. He sighed softly as it ended. "Do you really intend to come back?"

"I do," Thor nodded. "If you'll have me."

Loki sighed again. His intellect was fighting his emotions full force. Where could this go? He was a criminal locked in a cage, and there was no getting out. The fact that he had suddenly become the king's paramour was not grounds for his release. But he needed so desperately to hope…

"Yes, I will have you," he whispered and at once Thor had pulled him into another kiss, holding him tightly. Loki gave himself over to it willingly, forgetting everything for just a moment. It felt good to forget and to just feel.

"I must go, people will begin to wonder where I am," Thor sighed.

"I know," Loki nodded, hesitantly moving off of Thor's lap. Thor stood, but leaned to cup Loki's face and kiss him one more time. Loki had to smile. "Be careful or I'll just end up keeping you here."

Thor laughed softly. "I think I'm in love with you."

Loki's eyes widened a little bit, but he just ended up shaking his head. "Thor…"

"You don't have to reply," Thor insisted, holding Loki's shoulders gently. "I just wanted you to know. I don't need an answer right away."

Loki sighed, oddly relieved. "Alright." He smiled, "Maybe when you return I'll have an answer for you." That probably wasn't true, but it made Thor smile.

"Then I'll be sure to hurry back." They shared a final kiss.

As Loki watched Thor walking away he could feel a dark pain burning in his heart, but tried to ignore it. At least this wasn't the last time.

xxxxxx

Thor returned to Loki's cell at least twice a week from then on, only staying long enough to exchange a few words in addition to their coupling before he would leave again. Loki had thought he could deal with it. With being used and left, used and left, over and over. It hadn't even felt like he was being used at first. He opened himself for Thor, allowed the man to take what he wanted, touched and kissed and pleasured him and allowed himself to be touched and kissed and pleasured in return. He allowed himself to hope, but then…

Hope had made the space in his heart, but only bitterness could grow in its place. As the weeks wore on, the kisses that had once smoldered and shimmered against his skin began to burn and cut all the way down to his soul, destroying him from the inside out, each one a promise of devotion and caring, broken the moment Thor stepped outside the cell.

Loki was lying on the bed when he heard Thor approaching, his back facing the man. He didn't look up when Thor sat next to him, nor when he felt a gentle kiss, painfully gentle, against his cheek.

"You enjoy having me like this, don't you?" he muttered, eyes locked on the wall.

"What do you mean?" Loki could hear the smile on Thor's face and it made his blood boil, as did the hand carding through his hair.

"Having me locked away." His voice was low, almost a growl as he ripped away from Thor, crossing the cell and glaring out into the hallway. "For only your eyes and only your hands…" He spat the last words. "Your own private whore."

"Loki, I don't understand…"

Of course he didn't. "What more should I expect from the likes of you?" he hissed. He started pacing back and forth in front of Thor, watching the floor or the ceiling but never the man. "What more should I expect from a selfish brute?" By Thor's silence it was obvious that he had no idea what to say. Finally, Loki whipped around to glare at him.

"What do you expect to happen?" he demanded and Thor could only look shocked. "Why do you keep coming here over and over, taking everything I have to give you and then just leaving with it?! What more do you want from me?! Why don't you just stay away?!"

"Because…" Thor searched for something to placate Loki. "Loki, I love you, I've told you that."

"Yes, you have." Loki jeered, shaking his head as he started pacing again. "Every time you use my body you tell me that. You tell me how much you care, how special I am, how you would rather see me anywhere but in this cell. And then you take your pleasure and you leave me here again, alone, in the cell you claim to hate as much as I do."

"Loki, forgive me for what—" Thor had stood and moved towards Loki, but only to be shoved away.

"No, forgive me, Odinson," Loki purred, "for not seeing your care and your devotion in your actions. Forgive me for not comprehending how abandoning me time and time again is supposed to show how much you love me." Loki was seething, magic pricking in his palms. He could have killed Thor.

"Then forgive me for not understanding why you've allowed yourself to be kept." Loki narrowed his eyes as his magic sparked out, arcing across his hands and fighting the barrier's resistance.

"I beg your pardon?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"You could have tried to kill me and escape at any time." Thor held his hands out, palms up, asking. "I have never restrained you, and I could have, but I chose to trust you."

"Foolishly so…"

"Are you sure?" Thor stepped closer, but Loki stepped back. "You had every opportunity to get away, or to tell me to leave, but you never did. I think you chose to trust me as well."

"Get out." Loki growled, pulling away when Thor tried to reach for him.

"Loki—"

"Get out!" He screamed again. "Leave and never come back!"

"Loki, I know you're upset but—"

"I SAID GET OUT!" Loki grabbed for the nearest object, which happened to be a rather large book, and hurled it at Thor. It ricocheted loudly off the vambrace of a quickly thrown up arm to land on the ground a few feet away. "I never want to see you in here again!" There were tears in his eyes, but when Thor took one step forward he grabbed for something else to throw. This time his hand found something heavy and metallic. With his eyes locked on Thor he wasn't sure what it was, but it got the man's attention and he moved two steps back, his hands up.

"Alright…" He walked backwards away from Loki, watching him as if to make sure he wasn't going to snap and throw the thing in his hand anyway. Once he'd reached the edge of the cell, he created a passageway for himself and exited quickly. As the barrier resealed, Thor cast a final glance, reluctant and apologetic, back at Loki before walking away down the hall, not looking back again.

Loki watched Thor until the man turned a corner and couldn't be seen again. In a fit of emotion he couldn't begin to describe, he screamed and flung the object in his hand against the barrier where Thor had left. The candelabra rebounded violently from the energy field, causing a flash of light before it crashed across the floor, the arms shattering off in all directions. Loki stumbled back from the force of his own throw and hit the wall, catching himself for only a moment before sliding down to the floor. He was shaking, his face was wet with tears. He pulled his knees up to his chest, curling himself up small in the corner and, as he bowed his head, watched a tear fall onto his knee, then another… He hit his head back against the wall to stare at the ceiling. The darkness was closing in once more.

Why did it have to happen like this?