4.

"Loki!" Thor stops just inside his room in astonishment and surprise – "What in all the realms do you think you're doing?"

Of all the things he had not been expecting – and the gods knew when Loki was around there was always enough to surprise him – it was to walk into his room, tired after a day on the training field to find Loki preening in front of the large, three panelled wall mirror in his bedroom.

Naked.

And posing.

He wishes it was not so very much enough to wake him up immediately, his cock twitching in interest before there is anything he can do about it.

"I'm using your mirror" Loki throws languidly over his shoulder, as though this is utterly normal and what in the world is Thor taking that tone for anyway?

"Why - what does it look like?"

There is half a smirk glinting through the nonchalance and damn it if that sliver of a grin and the innocent look in Loki's eyes is not another pose, one Thor suddenly suspects, that has been carefully rehearsed – probably in front of this very mirror - to undo him in seconds. He grunts;

"Why are you using my mirror?" he presses, trying to keep a grip on himself.

"It's huge" Loki shrugs – "So much bigger than mine –" damn him if he doesn't bat his eyelashes as though there is some euphemism in the words!

"You really are rather vain you know."

Thor clenches his teeth, manfully trying to stop himself from noticing the three extra naked Lokis grinning and posturing at him in the glass.

"Get out" – it is more to convince himself than to really tell Loki – he knows he'll never let him leave here un-molested after this.

"Oh –" Loki pouts, eyes downcast, eyelashes positively fluttering, half looking up at Thor wickedly and taking a provocative step towards him – "You don't really want me to do that –"

"Yes –" Thor could damn his own voice for quavering – "Yes I really –

Loki's sly dancing fingers have barely brushed his erection, already straining at the leather, and he has his brother by the throat, shoving him back against the mirror and kissing him angrily.

Loki gasps at the cool of the glass on his back and then laughs into Thor's kiss in delighted scorn and victory. Thor growls a warning Loki entirely fails to heed – or he heeds it in his own way, throwing his head back to chuckle as Thor licks and nips at his neck. It gets him exactly where he wants it as Thor turns his nip into a savage bite to make him moan out a scream. Driving Thor crazy is Loki's favourite game and so for his next move he tangles his hands in hands in Thor's hair and pulls, hard. Thor snarls –

"Why you little beast –" Loki grins and does it again and when Thor slaps him in the face for it he cries aloud in pleasure so much more than pain that Thor slaps him again until the pale skin is red with hand prints. He wishes he did not get off so hard on hurting Loki but his cock is hurting him too much to agonise about it now, his hands roaming the beloved body, kneading a beautiful red flush into the pale skin, Loki moaning and squirming in ecstasy, little he likes more than getting what he wants, especially when what he wants is to be naked and helpless between the wall and his fully armour clad brother.

"Loki –" Thor grunts, fumbling to release his cock whilst not wanting to take his hands off his wriggling little brother – "Help me –"

Loki smiles from ear to ear at Thor's impatient lust, his eyes narrowing as he grins at him in a look that makes it quite clear how close he is to tormenting him for as long as he can bear to.

"Loki!" Thor groans – "Please!"

Loki blinks innocently as though he never contemplated a moment of badness in his life and with a quick motion of his fingers undresses Thor enough to free his cock but nothing more. Thor takes his aching cock in one hand, spinning Loki roughly around with the other, pushing his face into the mirror and holding him brutally in place as he pushes up against that irresistible backside. Loki shivers in delight at the cool glass against his smarting cheeks and tenses as Thor's fingers start roughly invading his body. Thor snarls in feigned disgust that is really relief and – if possible at this stage – arousal to find Loki already completely ready for him;

"Slut" he grunts in Loki's ear, pushing up hard against him,

"Just as you like it brother –" he hisses, unable to do anything other than sneer anyway with his face pressed at the awkward angle – "Always, exactly as you like it."

"Whore" Thor adds, feeling the shiver of pleasure run through Loki as the word slithers delicious in his ear and Thor wastes no further time in thrusting into him urgently. Loki moans at the stretch, just the way Thor likes him to – and who can say if he does it more for himself or for Thor or where the line between moaning that way naturally and doing it for him begins and ends. Thor can't care, not now, Loki destroys his reason, rips it to shreds as he pounds him into the glass, Loki's hand curled awkwardly around his own cock as best he can, the fingers of his other hand splayed against the glass.

Thor's gaze follows those tensed trembling fingers to where the glass on either side of them replicates them both in this act. He cannot believe he never thought of it before but certainly cannot say that it is not gorgeous to watch himself ram his helpless little brother into the wall.

Helpless. He'd laugh if he had the breath or time – it's a game and they both know it. In spite of all the evidence Loki is leading every step of this dance. He always is.

Thor growls and pulls Loki's head back –

"Look at yourself" he snarls, forcing him to follow his own gaze – "Look at yourself get fucked by your big brother –"

Loki looks and it is too much, the sight and Thor's words – he has waited for him all day here and it has been too long a wait, this morning's fuck too long ago. He comes, eyes streaming at the sight of them, so splendid together like this, comes wailing and splashing the glass in front of him.

Thor gives him no time or room to collapse, his forearm tight around Loki's neck, forcing him to watch his own flushed and streaming face as Thor rams him mercilessly and Thor, watching that face in triplicate as he plunges into that tight clenching heat – he comes roaring, slamming his hands into the glass above Loki's head in his relief.

It is a relief that is short lived as that final pressure shatters the mirror around them and, rather than follow the first instinct of his knees to collapse Thor follows that of his heart to pull Loki away and to the safety of the bed that has been behind them all this time. Loki rolls onto his back and Thor, leaning over him, looks over him and into his face with panting, breathless concern –

"Brother are you hurt? Did it get you?"

Loki laughs so hard he has to hold his side and an almost affectionate finger gently caresses Thor's face –

"Oh Thor – you really are –"

"I mean it Loki!"

Loki shakes his head weakly –

"Dear brother, the only thing to hurt me here was you."

"Did you wish for anything else? Parading around my room like that?"

"Of course I didn't –" Loki takes a deep and happy breathe as Thor relaxes and curls into his arms, Loki for once not only tolerating this but drawing Thor's head onto his shoulder and kissing the golden head, divesting Thor finally of the rest of his clothing with a click of his fingers. The two of them pale and gold in the red sheets while around them the fragments of mirror sparkle like jagged shattered diamonds.

"You really are too easy –" Loki murmurs and then, abruptly and contrary to all expectation follows this with – "I love you."

Thor smiles so hugely and goldenly, raising his head to throw that shining grin right into Loki's face, that Loki rolls his eyes –

"Oh shut up. Anyway I think that's fair exchange for my bookcase."

"Except for the seven years bad luck."

"Well –" Loki shrugs – "Your mirror – your luck. I'll get you a new one."

As Thor curls up to sleep, Loki nestled now into his arms instead, he is unable to care about whatever the future may bring. Good or bad. He was never much for superstition anyway. He is just on the verge of complete surrender to sleep when Loki's voice drags him irritatingly back –

"Although you know technically you broke it."

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I have so many big important things that I really need to work on and so y'know obviously instead I do a little pwp. Well I haven't written any porns in soooo long! Hope yous enjoyed this latest installment! :-)