Yay! More smut from our two favorite Norse Gods. This time they go in for a little sport. Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!

Note: No native speaker here! Errors may occur!

Nights of Sports

"I challenge you to a duel!" Thor shouted behind his arms which he had raised in front of his face to protect himself.

"What?" Loki lowered his fist with which he had intended to punch Thor not a second ago. The God of Mischief was thrown off his guard. "You know, my slightly retarded step-brother, we're already having a duel."

The God of Thunder looked at him cautiously and angrily through the gap between his arms. "No, Loki, this is not a duel, but a brawl. And I've just realized that it is not fit for two Gods to drub each other like common peasants!"

Loki grinned derisively. "Oh, I see. Say, this conclusion doesn't happen to be related to the fact that I have had the upper hand during this whole fight, does it?"

Thor lowered his arms indignantly, gritted his teeth and growled, "You haven't had the upper hand!"

Loki continued grinning and punched his step-brother square in the nose. Thor's hand sprung to his nose and he tumbled backwards, swearing like a sailor, almost tripping over the seesaw that Loki had meant to turn into rubber.

The God of Mischief laughed quietly. Slowly, this encounter turned out to be even more amusing than his actual plan for that night, which had been to sabotage one of the playgrounds in Central Park. He watched in delight as Thor examined the blood on his fingers.

However then, the God of Thunder looked at him with fiercely glowing azure eyes and when he started to stomp toward him with his shoulders squared resolutely, Loki thought that maybe the blow hadn't been his brightest idea. It was time for backpaddling, both literally and figuratively. So while Thor roared "You will pay for this audacity!", he fled behind a steel jungle gym.

"Maybe," Loki ducked as Thor tried to grab him through the bars, "I've underrated your idea. Of course you're an uncivilized oaf most of the time," he barely managed to suppress a yelp when his step-brother succeeded in snatching his left wrist, "but obviously there is a hint of sophistication in you, too." Thor yanked at his arm suddenly, Loki stumbled forward and his forehead collided painfully with one of the bars. He saw stars dancing before his eyes, some blood ran down the side of his face and the only two things that prevented him from breaking down to his knees were his stubbornness and a bar, which he had managed to clutch with one hand.

When Loki had succeeded in blinking away the stupid, completely inaccurate constellation of stars before his eyes, he looked up, his posture slightly bent, and saw Thor looming directly in front of him with his arms folded before his armored chest. The God of Thunder didn't look as furious as before and by the way the right corner of his mouth was slightly quirked, Loki could tell that the act of retaliation had satisfied him at least a little. However, he could also tell that this thunderstorm wasn't over yet. So he raised his free hand slowly in a gesture of peace.

"Wait! Before you continue to beat me up, I demand you let me say something!"

Thor looked at Loki with his eyes squinted menacingly. "You demand?"

Loki smiled leniently. "Of course. You can't possibly assume that I'm going to beg. I'm a God after all." He straightened up, took hold of the lower hem of his cape-like black coat and began to dab the blood off his forehead.

The God of Thunder rolled his eyes. "Then talk!"

Loki silently continued wiping his forehead for a moment, just to annoy his step-brother, but when Thor unfolded his arms and clenched both of his fists with a low growl, he decided to speak, "Let's pretend for a moment that I'm willing to agree to the duel. What kind of duel were you thinking about?" He looked into Thor's eyes and smiled as impertinently as possible. "Assuming that you were thinking about anything at all when you threw down the gauntlet."

Thor scowled at the other God and snarled, "Of course I was thinking of something!" Then he fell silent abruptly.

"Yes?" Loki drawled with a grin so broad that the corners of his mouth almost seemed to touch his earlobes.

"We..." The God of Thunder took a quick, slightly hectic look around. Then his eyes came to rest upon the basketball hoop next to the playground and lit up. "I challenge you to a duel of basketball!"

Loki laughed quietly, leaned back against the jungle gym and folded his arms in front of his chest. "Basketball? Well, that's at least something creative, I give you that. Especially coming from you! Now, would I be allowed to use magic during the game?"

Thor started scowling at him again. "No, of course not! It would give you an unfair advantage."

The God of Mischief leaned forward a bit and quirked a sharp black brow. "Oh, God of Imbeciles, but you have 20 pounds of muscle mass more than I do. You can't hardly call that an even match."

His step-brother ignored his insult - unfortunately - and nodded pensively. "That's true. We need another sport."

"As long as I'm not allowed to use magic, you would have an advantage at most sports. And I don't have the patience to play chess with you."

Thor stayed silent for a moment, more than obviously thinking, then he grinned suddenly. "I have an idea. Come here!" He beckoned to Loki.

The God of Mischief blinked. "You don't really expect me to just come over so that you can thrash me again, do you? I've always known that you lack in subtlety, but you'd really think that someone with your experience in battle would at least have a little sense for suitable tactics. Let me tell you, this is not a suitable one!"

Thor grunted. "Just because you would do something like this, doesn't mean that I would. After all, you are the God of Mischief, not I! So stop being paranoid and come here!"

Loki deliberated this statement for a moment and came to the conclusion that his step-brother was indeed too disgustingly honorable - and too birdbrained - to even think about luring him into a trap. So he pushed himself off the jungle gym and ambled over to Thor. As soon as he stood next to the other God, Thor twined his arm around his waist and pulled him close. Then he extended his other arm and summoned Mjölnir.

Loki knew what the God of Thunder was about to do and tried to look unimpressed. He was excited and his stomach tingled in anticipation, but he'd rather abstain from magic for a whole month before he'd let his step-brother know that he loved flying with him.

Thor started to swirl his hammer around swiftly. From one second to the other, clouds gathered directly above them and a strong wind got up. Then Thor gripped Loki tighter, raised Mjölnir and up they went.

The God of Mischief closed his eyes and savored the sensation of the wind on his face, of his hair lashing around his head, of Thor's flexed arm around his waist. He could smell the river.

However, the flight was a short one. Soon, Loki could feel ground under his feet again and he opened his eyes. What he saw irritated him for a moment. He took a quick look around, while Thor lowered his arm and attached Mjölnir to his belt. Then he turned his glance onto his step-brother, who was smiling impishly.

"Minigolf?"

Thor took a step forward and made a gesture that encompassed the miniature golf course that stretched out in front of them. "Why not? It is a sport in which my superior strength doesn't make a difference." His smile broadened. "And besides, it's fun. "

"Fun?" Loki noticed how incredulous his voice sounded. He took another look around, more intently this time. They were standing in front of a grey, one story shack on whose roof four huge letters spelled out the word "golf". The whole minigolf site was fenced-in and now only sparsely lit by some street lamps on the other side of the fence. Obviously they were close to the river, because Loki could hear the burbling of water and the screams of seagulls nearby. When he looked straight ahead and squinted his eyes a little, he could actually see the edge of the pier on which the site had been built on. From what he could make out in the dim light, the course itself was rather complex with a multitude of elaborate obstacles and sharp curves.

He tilted his head and looked at Thor again, who was still smiling contently. "I fail to see how a duel of minigolf is more befitting for two Gods than a battle with fists and weapons, but since we're already here, I agree to it."

His step-brother nodded and marched over to the door of the shack. Then he pressed his shoulder against it forcefully until the lock gave in. He vanished inside the building, but came back shortly thereafter, holding a small pad, a minigolf ball and two minigolf clubs. He handed Loki one and walked over to the first hole taking his usual poised strides. The God of Mischief grinned and could barely suppress a giggle: Even he had to admit that normally, Thor looked pretty impressive, sometimes even intimidating. His armor, Mjölnir and the stern expression on his face usually gave him an air of majestic honesty. But one small ball and a club managed to destroy this impression completely. It was hilarious! Thor looked as if he was on a mission to avenge a caddy.

However then, Loki looked at the club in his hands and realized that he probably appeared just as ridiculous as Thor and he was suddenly glad that he didn't wear his helmet. He stomped after his step-brother and grouched, "I'll shoot first!"

Eight holes later, Loki had nine points less than Thor and was therefore in the lead. And to his own surprise, he was having a ball. He was especially amused by the fact that his step-brother always underestimated his own strength. Thus he had succeeded in catapulting the ball off the course twice.

"I have no idea who taught you minigolf, but I know that he didn't do a good job." Loki was leaning against a tree next to the course, his legs casually crossed, balancing the club horizontally on his index finger. "Let me guess. It was the Hulk, wasn't it?"

Thor was standing on the course, his feet three feet apart, eyes fixed on the end of his club and on the ball that was lying on the artificial grass in front of his feet. A light breeze had gotten up and his cape was flapping softly against his legs, the strands of his blonde hair were moving slightly in the wind. He grunted at Loki's words and swung his club. Once again, he hit the ball too hard. It ricocheted off the board where the track made a curve and rolled back before his feet.

"Curses!" The God of Thunder swore loudly, growled and raised his club high above his head as if he intended to smash the ball - or the club - to pieces.

Loki laughed. "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you! I'm not exactly sure how many points one gets for destroying ball or club on purpose, but I believe that it will be a lot." He threw his own club in the air with his index finger, only to catch it with one hand when it came down again. Then he made a step forward and put on a commiserative face. "However, dear step-brother, I understand that you are frustrated. You know, in order to spare yourself the misery, you could always… give up." He smiled tauntingly.

Thor looked up and fixed his gaze on the God of Mischief, the club still raised. "Never! I will never give up!" he shouted and for one brief moment Loki thought that Thor was going to attack him with the minigolf club - which would have been most amusing. However then, his step-brother took a deep breath and lowered his arm.

Loki continued to smile and strolled over to the other God. Then he bent forward, bringing his mouth to his ear and whispered, "You don't really believe that you're going to win this duel, do you? Your infamous temper will always get the best of you!"

Thor turned his head and looked at Loki. There was a moment of silence during which he just stared at him with clenched teeth, then he smiled suddenly and placed a hand on Loki's shoulder. "If you're so sure that you're going to win, we should raise the stakes."

Loki quirked a brow. Thor's idea sounded intriguing. "To what extent?"

"Whoever loses this duel has to grant the winner a wish."

"That's a little nonspecific, don't you think? I know you, dear step-brother, and I reckon you would wish for something pathetically heroic like: "Oh, Loki, please put an end to your evil doings and cease to wander on these wrongful ways." Of course I would have to disregard such kind of wish, which would consequentially make this whole bet pointless and uninteresting."

Thor sighed angrily and took his hand from Loki's shoulder. "Naturally, I wouldn't wish for something like this - although you should indeed put an end to your evil doings -, because I know you well and my words have always fallen on deaf ears before. However, now I have to ask myself if you would comply with any of my wishes at all."

"Let me put it this way." Loki patted Thor's cheek briefly which was commented with a warning growl. "If the wish is both personal and creative, I shall comply."

The God of Thunder rolled his eyes. "Personal and creative… and you believe this wording to be more specific than mine?" He stayed silent for a moment, then he sighed. "Well, so be it. Whoever wins this duel may request a personal and creative wish of the loser." He extended his hand to Loki and looked him deep in the eye.

Loki smirked and shook his step-brother's hand. "So be it!"

Thor nodded briefly and turned his eyes to the ball again. However, before he resumed the game, he cast a short look at Loki, grinning. "I would've asked for your word, but I know that it holds no value."

The God of Mischief lingered back to the tree, also grinning. "Then maybe you're not as dense as I've thought and there is hope for you after all."

For the next ten minutes, Loki reveled in ideas about what he would wish of Thor when he had won. He could ask him to dress up as a jester, complete with a fool's cap and purple tights, and then he would take some pictures. He could make him eat a raw fish while doing a headstand. Or he could wish that Thor read "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" to him, because he was really fond of his voice.

He was so preoccupied that he almost missed that his step-brother began to play better and better. By the 12th hole, Loki had only five points less than Thor. By the 15th, the difference was only three points. And when they came to the final track, they were neck and neck. Loki was thoroughly annoyed.

The final track was built in front of a pond and an artificial waterfall, which was turned off at that moment, but was looming dramatically in the background. The 18th hole was in the middle of a large, vertical disk with white and red spiral patterns. The only way to complete the hole was to shoot the ball up a ramp, which required a lot of precision and the correct momentum.

The two Gods were standing in front of the track and examined the arrangement intently, then Thor raised the pad, looked at it and grinned. "It looks as if my fortune has reversed."

Loki groaned in exasperation. "A truly breathtaking observation." He glanced at Thor, who was looking incredibly smug. He couldn't allow him to win this duel. He was Loki, the God of Mischief, terror of the Nine Realms, and he had to think of a way to prevail over his stupid step-brother. However, first he had to complete the hole himself. So he straightened himself, gripped the putter firmer, strode over to the teeing ground and put the ball in place. He blocked out the strange, but pleasant tingling sensation at the back of his neck that often occurred when Thor was physically close to him, examined the ramp and the disk one last time, then he focused on the ball and hit.

He immediately realized that the aim was right, but that the golf ball didn't have enough momentum. It bounced off the disk just beneath the hole and fell to the ground. Even without actually seeing it, the God of Mischief could literally feel Thor's triumphant grin.

He pressed his lips together, suppressing a childish curse, picked up the ball and put it back on the ground in front of the ramp. He took a deep breath and a moment to collect himself, then he hit again. This time, he had done everything right. The ball vanished inside the hole.

Loki turned around to throw a composed look at Thor. "It's your turn, step-brother." He made a step forward to make room for the other god, murmuring something to himself. Of course it had the desired effect: Thor furrowed his brows and asked, "What did you just say?"

"I said that this reminds me of the last time we played chess." Loki smiled innocently.

Thor glowered at him. "You mean the time when you tried to poison me?"

"The word 'poison' is a little exaggerated, don't you think? I just wanted to get you in a more relaxed mood." Loki maintained his guileless smile.

Thor growled again, a sound which the God of Mischief took as a sign that his plan was working out. "By putting drops of belladonna in my mead? You just did so in order to obtain victory surreptitiously! Fortunately I took notice and defeated your dishonorable attempt!"

Loki examined his nails. "However, in the end I won nevertheless."

The God of Thunder was bristling with rage, his cheeks were burning with red blotches of anger. "Only just," he snarled.

"That's true." The God of Mischief looked up in the clear night sky. "And only because I managed to move your bishop while you were ogling Sif's backside."

"You did what?" Thor roared and grabbed his step-brother by the lapels of his black coat with one hand, the putter still in his other.

Loki made no resistance and instead smiled in a way which he knew would drive his step-brother mad. "I cheated."

Thor lifted him a feet off the ground - which didn't feel particularly pleasant - and shook him. "You disingenuous, nefarious louse! You hideous scoundrel! I can't believe you did that!" He stopped shaking Loki for a moment and stared at him, his azure eyes throwing sparks of fire. "No, wait, of course I believe it, you damnable cockroach!"

Loki had a hard time trying not to grin, instead he put on his most nonchalant face, though it was difficult looking nonchalant while hanging in Thor's grip, the collar of his coat cutting into his neck. He peered down at his step-brother. "So, are you going to continue the game or do you intend to shake and insult me some more? It's not exactly sportsmanship, you know?"

Thor scowled at him and stayed quiet for a moment, then he released him with a wordless growl.

The God of Mischief was pleased with himself. While he straightened his clothes, he watched his step-brother take a few deep, angry breaths. Loki lowered his head to hide his broad smile. He was sure that Thor would never win the game in this emotional state. He was furious. And the God of Thunder had seldom been able to pull himself together and focus while boiling with anger. He was nothing but predictable.

However, a bit more pressure couldn't be wrong. So Loki got behind Thor, who had moved to the teeing ground, and folded his arms behind his back. "Maybe I'll tell you someday," the God of Mischief said maliciously, "how I managed to win the horse race down the rainbow bridge. You know? The one I challenged you to on your 15th birthday." Loki could hear Thor's teeth gnash and then his step-brother threw him a look that would kill him instantly if looks could do that.

There was a frozen moment during which the God of Thunder just stared at him, his broad chest heaving heavily. Suddenly, he smiled. And Loki knew that something had gone terribly wrong. However, before he could do anything else, the God of Thunder turned his head, swung the golf club and the ball rolled up the ramp and hit the hole with perfect precision.

Loki stared at the disk in shock, while Thor dropped the putter, raised his fists into the night air and let out a loud, feral shout of triumph. "Wohohooo!" He even jumped up and down one time.

The God of Mischief was still staring when his step-brother started laughing. "Do you really underestimate me so much that you think I don't notice when you try to provoke me so I lose my temper? Loki, you're nothing but predictable!" Thor was leaning against a nearby tree, holding his belly with one hand while gasping with laughter.

"Predictable?" Loki murmured, squatted down and drove his fingers through his hair. He heard advancing footsteps and then Thor put a hand on his shoulder. When the God of Mischief looked up, he saw that his step-brother was still grinning, but with a glint of compassion in his blue eyes. "If it is any consolation, step-brother, at first I didn't realize what you were doing."

"What gave me away?" Loki tried to sound unfazed.

Thor smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He raised a brow and his smile turned into a teasing grin. "Maybe I'll tell you someday."

Loki responded to Thor's grin with a wry smile and a short, forced laugh. Then he sat up and snarled, "Now, do you have a wish? I have no time for childish banter. There are worlds to conquer, galaxies to terrorize, people to enslave. "

Thor's grin broadened and he laid a hand on Loki's shoulder. "I want you to bathe me in that pond and I want you to use your magic to enhance the experience." He pointed to the pond behind the 18th hole.

The God of Mischief tilted his head slightly and looked at the pool of water. It appeared comparably clean and not very deep, but his mind just didn't seem to be able to comprehend that Thor, his dull step-brother, was the one expressing this wish. "You want me to bathe you in there?"

Thor patted his shoulder. "Creative and personal enough?"

Loki blinked slowly. "I guess…"

"Well then…" the God of Thunder continued to smile broadly and complacently and undid his cape.

While he was still examining the pond, Loki realized that he actually liked Thor's wish. It was indeed creative and personal. Also, the fact that his step-brother asked him to use his magic surprised him, because it meant that Thor still trusted him to an astonishing degree. His naivety was almost touching. It made Loki nearly forget his defeat. Naturally, he would have never admitted all this to Thor.

When the God of Mischief turned his head, he saw that Thor had already stripped down to his leather loincloth and was looking at him expectantly, a grin on his face, all his muscular and athletic splendor bathed in moonlight. Loki raised a brow, "Do you expect me to guide you into the pond?"

"Yes, for example. However, I believe now is your turn to think of something creative and fulfill my wish properly. Or at least I hope you will, because otherwise I would be disappointed by your predictable lack of sportsmanship. I mean, everybody suspects the God of Mischief to break his promise." Thor tried to shrug nonchalantly.

Right away, Loki saw through his step-brother. By saying these words, Thor tried to bring him to comply with his wish, thinking that Loki wouldn't like being regarded as predictable. And it was true, Loki really thought that there was nothing appealing in being obvious and therefore predictable. However, if Thor's wish had been uninteresting, Loki would have disregarded it without hesitation, predictability be damned. He hated to be bored.

Loki placed one hand on his chest above his heart and took a mocking little bow. "As you wish!" Then he pointed to the pond and with a small wiggle of his right index finger and a spark of his magic, the artificial waterfall came to life and the water lit up with twinkles of green and gold. With satisfaction, he registered the impressed expression on Thor's face; then he undressed, too.

While he was doing that, Loki noticed that his step-brother was eying him curiously, so he looked at him and smiled suggestively, "If Odin knew that you are that deviantly voyeuristic, he would take the throne from you in a second."

Thor grunted impatiently. "I'm neither voyeuristic nor deviant!" He started to grin. "I'm just surprised by your choice of underwear, Loki! I've never pictured you wearing black silk boxer shorts under your armor. Seems unpractical and overdressed."

Loki smirked. "I, on the other hand, am not the least bit surprised by your choice of underwear. And I'm charmed that you've really fantasized about what I wear underneath my clothes. Now go into the water! I'm getting bored."

The God of Thunder scowled at him, but descended into the sparkling water nevertheless. His face lit up again immediately when he found out that not only was the water just waist-high, but that Loki had actually warmed it up with his magic. Then he sat down and leaned against the edge of the pool, a satisfied, fatuous grin on his face.

Loki took a very brief moment to take in the scenery. It was another thing that he would have never admitted openly, but the sight was actually quite enchanting. His step-brother had just ducked under water for a moment and when he emerged again, his long blonde hair was dripping with green and golden sparkles. The waterfall gurgled softly and sent shimmering ripples through the pond. The whole scenery reminded him of his childhood, where he and Thor had tried to trace fairies in the woods. However, they had never been able to find them - they were secretive little creatures -, but had only discovered the lakes where they preferred to live. Magical places, where fireflies had danced through the air, fishes had looked at them with wise and knowing eyes and birds had hummed ancient songs. Loki felt something close to wistfulness. Something too close to wistfulness for his taste. He shook his head, descended into the pond and sat down next to Thor.

In the bathroom of his lair, which was situated in a forgotten soda can factory in Brooklyn, he had a nice fluffy sponge and patchouli shower gel. So he concentrated for a moment, focused his magic on both items and summoned them. Then he realized that Thor was watching him, so he raised a brow questioningly. "What?"

His step-brother blinked and shook his head. "Oh, nothing." He leaned back again and folded his arms behind his head. "I wish I could do this as well."

Loki threw an arrogant look at Thor, which he had brought to perfection over the years. "You would probably summon food or something comparably profane." He opened the bottle with the shower gel and let some of it drop onto the damp sponge. "I think it's devastating enough that you can summon Mjölnir."

Thor nodded, smiling broadly, and closed his eyes when the God of Mischief began to wash his chest with the soapy sponge. He let out a low, languorous sigh.

Loki let the sponge glide lazily over Thor's muscular chest and noticed with growing interest that the nipples of the God of Thunder slowly became hard. Of course he was still thoroughly annoyed about the fact that his step-brother had outwitted him so, but on the other hand: There was nothing to be said against having at least a little fun with the situation.

Determinedly, he brushed a strand of his black hair out of his face behind his ear and concentrated the movements of the sponge on the area of Thor's now fully erect nipples. Repeatedly, he stroked over the sensitive skin, applying firm pressure, then he let one edge of the sponge circle around the nipples softly and very slowly. Thor sighed with pleasure, his eyes remained closed though.

Loki continued circling the nipples with the sponge for a few more moments, then he let the sponge glide upwards, brushed Thor's blonde hair aside with his free hand and lathered the sides of his neck. Where was the spot again? The spot that you merely had to touch gently in order to make the God of Thunder shiver? Oh yes, there, at the transition between shoulder and neck. Thor exhaled loudly and roughly and Loki saw with satisfaction that goose bumps crept over his skin. Predictable after all. He let the sponge travel to Thor's arms, only to find the spot again after a while. He was rewarded with a louder sigh, one time, two times. Then Loki got bored. Time to accelerate things.

„I can't possibly wash you while sitting next to you like this," Loki said with a tone as if this would be the most obvious thing in the world.

Thor blinked and examined his step-brother slightly dully for a moment, then a grin spread across his face. A childlike, completely naïve grin. A grin that Loki appreciated more than he liked. "It would probably be easier if you did it from my lap."

The God of Mischief pretended to think about it for a moment, though of course this reaction was the reaction he had anticipated, and then he nodded slightly condescendingly. "Potentially." Thor's grin became wider.

Loki graced his step-brother with a hint of a smile, then he reached out and placed the sponge directly behind Thor's head on the rocky edge or the pond. He ducked under water and moved in front of Thor, then he emerged again slowly, making sure to catch some of the green sparks that still danced in the pond. He felt the water drip from his hair down his shoulders and knew that the green sparks would be a nice contrast to the light complexion of his skin and the black color of his hair. He smiled when he saw that one of Thor's brows slipped upwards in an expression of appreciation, then he glided forward and sat down on the other god's lap with bent knees, straddling his thighs.

"Much better," Thor murmured and placed a muscular hand on Loki's hip.

Loki lifted a brow and tilted his head slightly. "I'm under the distinct impression, dear step-brother, that you're referring to something else than me washing you when you say that this position is better." He stretched his arm around Thor to pick up the sponge.

"Potentially." Thor grinned and when Loki reached around him, he turned his head and placed his lips on the bare crook of Loki's arm, inhaling deeply. He closed his eyes and bit down lightly with a low growl which made Loki shudder. "No, forget that. Definitely. I'm definitely referring to something else." He looked at the God of Mischief with a broad smile, his sky-blue eyes glistening.

Loki lowered his arm, the sponge in his hand, and stroked over the waistband of Thor's loincloth with his free hand. "And what would that be?" he purred.

The God of Thunder squeezed Loki's hip and ran his fingers from his shoulder down his chest. "Sex positions."

The God of Mischief rolled his eyes. "How very subtle. You know, it's really time that you learn some finesse after all those years. Sex positions… tsk, tsk." He hooked one finger into the waistband of the loincloth and pulled, then he let the hand with the sponge glide down.

Thor gasped with a guttural sound and bared his teeth. "You know, Loki," he clawed his fingers in Loki's hip, "after all those years you still haven't realized one thing." He gripped Loki's neck with his other hand and pulled his face close. "I don't care for subtlety." He pressed his lips onto Loki's and the God of Mischief shivered when Thor's tongue invaded his mouth.

Another thing Loki would never have admitted: He loved how Thor tasted. Honey and wine, musk and thunder. He knew if he could extract this taste, both women and men would do anything to please him. They would crown him, kiss his feet, steal and kill for this taste. He pulled the hand out of Thor's loincloth, let the sponge go and wrapped both of his arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

Thor rampaged in Loki's mouth with his wild, avid tongue until both of them nearly suffocated, then he pulled back with a moan. "Why did you stop?" He pouted like a child while he caressed the back of Loki's head with one hand, breathing heavily.

Loki smirked and lifted one brow. No, he wouldn't say it. But a little hint couldn't be wrong, so he shifted his weight slightly and his rear grinded lightly against Thor's lap.

"Oh, I see." The God of Thunder smiled broadly. "Sex positions!"

Loki rolled his eyes and looked to the side. "By Odin's beard, why do I even put up with you?"

Thor chuckled, but then he put a hand onto Loki's cheek and turned his head and gaze back at him. "Maybe because of this." And he kissed him again, even wilder than before, while tearing at Loki's silk boxer shorts until the fabric tore.

Loki gasped into Thor's mouth, thinking for a moment about the fact that loincloths were really practical when he undid the knot that held Thor's together at the side, then he bit down on Thor's lip as the God of Thunder grasped both of his buttocks, pulling them apart while moving into position. While Thor ended the kiss with a low growl, both feral and lustful, and gripped one of Loki's shoulders with a forceful, relentless grasp, the God of Mischief let his forehead sink to his chest and licked the blood off his lips. He tried to relax - he only enjoyed pain every now and then -, though every muscle in his body was clenching in anticipation, but then any rational thought was wiped away when a thunderous, wild, lustful pain flooded him and he moaned loudly and with parted lips against the warm flesh of Thor's chest.

Loki was surprised about the fact that he always seemed to forget how big Thor was, how completely he filled him, how much it made him lose control about his composed, arrogant self. In this moment, he was putty in Thor's hands and he could work him every way he wanted, as long as he worked him at all.

Fortunately, Thor didn't seem to have any wish to stop soon. He held Loki in place with his hand on his shoulder, pounding him with a force that made clear why his weapon of choice was a hammer. He panted heavily in Loki's ear when he lowered his head to kiss his temple softly. And the God of Mischief answered with loud gasps and licked over the salty skin beneath his lips.

"Enhance the experience with magic." Thor's words suddenly appeared in Loki's exhilarated mind and he placed the tip of his index finger on Thor's chest, just above his heart, and sent a spark of magic through his body.

Maybe it had been more of a bolt than a spark, because Thor reared up underneath him immediately, burying himself deep into Loki, threw his head back, clawed his fingers into the shoulder of the other God and yelled a wild, feral, uncontrolled yell.

When warmth spread through Loki one second later, the moan that came from his lips also resembled more a yell than anything else and his body convulsed with lust and wild passion.

Afterwards, Loki couldn't get his breath to calm down for what he estimated were several minutes. Also, he didn't seem to be able to move or stop himself from kissing Thor's chest every now and then. Fortunately, Thor seemed to have similar problems. Magic, Loki thought, the only thing unpredictable for sure.

Finally, he managed to convince himself to move and glided next to his step-brother, leaning against the edge of the pond. They sat there in exhausted, but saturated silence for a few moments, the warm water and the softly glowing sparks of magic rippling around them.

Then Thor said, still breathing heavier than usual, "So magic…" He turned his head and looked at Loki, who returned his look with a slightly derisive smile.

"Yes, you seem to be overly prone to it. I get you with it left, right and center."

For once, Thor seemed to be unfazed by Loki's mocking. He grinned and placed a muscular hand on his step-brother's chest. "Next time we meet, I will show you that I can do some magic on my own." The look of his blue eyes became deep and enigmatic. "Then we will see how prone you are."