Yes! Finally, the concluding chapter to this story. So, without further ado, please enjoy!

Warnings: YAOI, LEMON, Man-sex, angst . . . lots of angst, verbal diarrhoea and possible errors littered around that will be amended eventually, so please ignore any you may come across.

Disclaimer: I do not own Thor! I just borrowed the characters for Chibi's perverted amusement . . . again~!

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Perhaps, one kiss, Loki thought. A light peck will not go amiss, right?

It would be a memory he could cherish in the lonely days to come. It will satisfy a little of the yearning that was eating him alive.

Loki pressed his lips against Thor's. Fearing he would wake up the recipient, the kiss was brief and tender. Pulling away and sighing slightly, he opened his eyes.

Bemused aquamarine stared up at him; its owner's formerly claimed lips parted to utter one word.

"Brother?"

Horrified, Loki fell backwards and backpedalled a few steps away from Thor, his eyes wide with trepidation, and disbelief displayed on his ashen face as he stared at his stunned brother. Loki inwardly cursed himself. How could he be so weak? Why did he succumb to temptation and allow this to happen?

"But you would do it all again given a chance, right?" A small voice inside his head sneered. Loki knew it to be true. He could never resist Thor. He wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place if he hadn't surrendered to his innermost desires.

A small movement from Thor caused Loki to shift his focus from his thoughts to the man in front of him. Thor looked at Loki questioningly, a frown marring his face. He was waiting for Loki to speak . . . to enlighten him on what just happened.

Loki opened his mouth, but was unable to get passed the knot in his throat to utter a word. His shock rendered him speechless. Not that he had words to justify his actions in the first place. Still, Thor was looking eagerly at him, expecting him to say something—to provide an explanation.

Swallowing thickly, he attempted to speak again . . . but Thor to beat him to it.

"Brother?" Confusion coloured the question.

Again, the hated word forced Loki to acknowledge the wrongness of his actions and the hopelessness of his love. Without warning, Loki swiftly rolled on to his front and scrambled clumsily to his feet. Not bothering to spare Thor a backward glance, he ran, allowing his feet to dictate the direction. He didn't care where he was going as long it as it was away from him. He couldn't endure more questions. He wasn't ready to bare his heart to one who supposedly cared for another; he wasn't ready to be someone else's substitute. His pride forbade it.

So he ran, hating this fragility—this vulnerability—that only Thor was able to draw out of him.

"Brother! Stop!"

The stupid, clueless fool!

Loki ignored him and kept running. He sprinted across the ground, the grass and leaves whispering beneath his feet. In his panic, he didn't think to shape-shift or summon his staff to hinder his pursuer. He just ran.

You, stupid, ignorant and clueless fool!

Thor ran after Loki like a man possessed. He knew there was much more than Loki let on. He feared the consequences should he lose sight of the man. He felt he would lose Loki for good. The thought made his heart clench, the sharp pain made him gasp aloud. No, Thor thought to himself, he refused to let Loki escape him. He refused to allow the other to dismiss whatever it was that was causing their estrangement. If it meant he had to swallow his pride and beg, he would do it. It was a small price to pay if Loki forgave him. The notion wasn't farfetched . . . not if that sneak kiss was any indication. If only he was able to catch Loki and ask him.

With keen eyes adhered on the figure in front of him, Thor followed Loki closely. The latter was incredibly swift and agile, especially when he was determined to get away. As demonstrated in his absence in the last few days, Loki could be very stubborn when he wanted to be. It drove Thor mad with despair.

Sprinting after the smaller man, Thor suddenly got a feeling of déjà vu. It was as if he had done something similar before . . . only the prey was different . . . yet . . . it wasn't.

Soft pants . . .

A hunt.

Legs, lean and bare, brushing against the long grass, leaping over exposed roots and broken branches strewn on the ground . . .

The prey.

Long black hair trailing down a slender, yet voluptuous form donning a short tunic the colour of the forest, similar to the colour Loki favours . . .

The feeling of desire and the sense of familiarity brushed against the edges of his mind, sweeping away the layers that hid something precious to him.

Green, like his eyes—like her eyes that sparkled with a hint of playfulness. Lips, raised slightly at the corners, spoke of mischief . . . so much like . . .

A memory!

"Loki! Stop!"

The call went unheeded. Unlike last time, Loki had no destination—no place to go. He only wanted to get away. Get away from him. Perhaps, that was his downfall. Without a fixed destination, his steps were less assured. They faltered, causing him to stumble and fall.

He landed sprawled out on his belly.

Making a hasty recovery, Loki pushed himself on all fours and scrambled away with hopes he could pick up momentum again.

However, it was not to be.

Thor came barrelling on top of him and, once again, Loki found himself lying face down in the earth, this time with Thor's bulkier frame straggling him.

"Get off me, you brute!" Loki bucked his hips up in an attempt to dislodge the man on top of him. Unsurprisingly, his endeavours were in vain. The muscle mass that was Thor remained where he was. It didn't stop his struggles though. Even if he wasn't able to throw the larger man off, it provided distraction enough to stall the questions he knew Thor was desperate to ask.

"Loki!"

Loki stilled momentarily. At least, Thor wasn't calling him "brother", he thought sarcastically.

Silence ensued; the only sound was the harsh breathing they both expelled. Thor felt Loki's body go limp; the fight seemed to dissipate from him. In return, Thor shifted his body so he could lessen the weight on top of his fallen sibling—and have Loki successfully flinging him off and making another dash again.

Fortunately for Thor, he was more prepared this time around. Reflexively, he grabbed a retreating leg and pulled it towards him. Loki's body soon followed, the free leg kicking and lashing out at him. A well-aimed heel to the gut persuaded Thor that all of Loki's flailing limbs had to be held down. Sitting on top of Loki's legs, he leaned forward and grabbed Loki's arms and pinned them behind its owner's back.

Satisfied he had Loki secured, Thor calmly said, "We need to talk." The remark was stated bluntly.

Loki squirmed furiously beneath Thor, his face red from struggling. "There's nothing I wish to talk to you about," he hissed, "so release me now!"

Thor leaned down so his lips were close to Loki's face and replied with equal amount of irritation, "On the contrary, dear brother," he sniped. "I think there is much we need to discuss." Dropping his voice low, Thor's accusation took on an icy quality. "It was you all along, wasn't it?"

Loki's body tensed, his anger evaporated and in its place trepidation seeped in.

"Ah, he wasn't so clueless after all," the inner voice sneered derisively.

Loki wasn't sure how to respond to the accusation. So, he countered it with a denial.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he snarled. "Unhand me now!"

Despite the demand, Thor did not budge. On the contrary, his hand holding the wrists tightened. "I think not, Brother. Not until you tell me why you did it. Was it fun to torment me? Was it entertaining to see me flounder . . . struggle to recall just who it was that haunted my dreams?"

Loki gaped speechlessly at Thor. It was impossible to confess to Thor that his love for him far exceeded that of a sibling . . . that he lusted after him like a lover! If Thor could not figure it out himself, Loki was damned if he told him. "It was never an entertainment," he admitted shakily, but did not elaborate further.

The short reply seemed to anger Thor. Pressing himself against Loki, he applied more weight on his victim. "Then what was it?" he spat out. "Was it fun to mock me?"

"No, it was never my intentions—" A yelp escaped Loki as the weight on him lessened along with the vice-like grip and he was abruptly flipped over onto his back. The weight settled back on his legs and his wrists pinned above his head with a firm hand once more.

Stunned, Loki's gaze met with Thor's angry glare. The other's face was taut with rage. He flinched when Thor gripped his jaw with his free hand and leant down.

"All this time, it was you who occupied my thoughts during the day and invade my dreams at night." The soft-spoken accusation was filled with resentment. "How ironic and cruel."

Then, without warning, Thor crushed his lips on Loki's in a bruising kiss.

Loki's eyes widened when he felt Thor's lips mash against his. The impact was harsh and hard; the kiss was far from gentle. Once he had gotten over the initial shock, he began struggling again. The last time Thor kissed him, it ended badly. He didn't want a repeat of that heartache again.

However, Thor stubbornly clung on, his grip on Loki's face was unrelenting and he went as far as to swipe Loki's lips with his tongue, wanting the other to open up so he could taste him. Being so close to Loki like this—engulfed in his scent—did little for his self-control. He should have been appalled when he felt his cock harden. He should have withdrew at the first sign of arousal, not grind his hips into the other's and rubbing their groins together. It was wrong, his mind supplied, but he was beyond caring. The familiarity that was Loki—the phantom who haunted his dreams—was enough to crush any protests.

Intent on plundering Loki's mouth, Thor released his hold on Loki's jaw and instead squeezed his cheeks. The action caused Loki's lips to pucker, leaving a small opening for him to dive into. Taking the opportunity, Thor forced his tongue into Loki's mouth and began shamelessly exploring it.

Loki could taste Thor's anger, but could do nothing besides resign himself to the assault. If Thor wanted to vent his fury on him, he wasn't going to stop it. After all, he thought perversely, it mirrored what he did to Thor before.

As much as he told himself not to respond, his body disobeyed. Starving for Thor's love, Loki lapped at the latter's tongue with his own, moaning as he felt Thor heatedly push back. He wished Thor would release his hands so he could wind his fingers in those silky golden tresses . . . or perhaps, caress that tanned neck. Instead, he had to endure Thor's hand wandering down his body and tug at the belt around his waist. Once it was undone, Thor proceeded to undo the intricate fastenings on his garment. With practised ease, the older man made quick work of undoing them and then pushed the garment off Loki's body, exposing the pale chest beneath.

Soon, Thor pulled away from Loki's mouth and made his way down the neck and then the chest, trailing light kisses on the damp skin and planting small nips with his teeth.

Loki's breath quickened as he arched upwards, his body eager for the attention Thor was lavishing on him despite his mind was screaming for him not to react.

"You were responsible for tempting me, taunting me and eluding me. Forcing me to deal with the aching sense of loss when I woke. All this time, it was your doing and I was oblivious to it." Thor bit a taut nipple and gnawed on the tender flesh, dispensing punishment through the harsh treatment. It made his displeasure known.

Loki gave a pained groan and tried to twist away. Thor's ministrations were not gentle and his nipple throbbed terribly. But alas, the hold on him remained firm and unyielding.

Seeing as he wasn't getting a response, Thor trailed his lips to the other nipple and, again, took it between his teeth and pulled at it. "Was it all a game to you?" The warm words ghosted over the abused, damp nub causing it hardened more. Thor swirled his tongue around it, teasing it lovingly and tracing the dark circle before looking up at his captive with a raised quizzical brow. "Hmm?" he prompted.

Loki glared sourly at his tormentor. He wouldn't have resorted to such underhanded methods if he wasn't at the end of his tether and frustrated beyond measures! Still, he wasn't about to admit it. It left him striving to find an answer that was satisfactory to both. The gears in his head turned, but spluttered and came to an abrupt halt. For all Loki's ingenuity, his present mind could not provide him with a way to escape his current predicament.

Seeing his brother wide-eyed and speechless, Thor gave a sullen grunt and sat up. Holding out his free hand, Thor summoned Mjölnir, smirking at Loki's bewildered expression when his beloved weapon appeared in his hand.

Loki's emerald eyes anxiously followed the hammer as it was placed on the ground above his head. It widened further when Thor tore off his upper garment, grabbed his discarded belt and tied his wrists with it. Once the wrists were secured, it was tied it to Mjölnir.

"What are you doing?" Loki hissed, an angry scowl settling on his face. "Release me!"

The demand evoked a hearty laugh from Thor. Now that his hands were free, he was able to roam Loki's flesh unhindered. Large calloused hands caressed the marble body. The strokes were unhurried and light.

"Since my recollection of our other encounter is a little vague, I shall create new memories for myself."

"Then I shall take them away from you like I did before!"

"And why would you do that? Wouldn't you want to remember this?" Thor palmed Loki's erection through his pants. "And this . . ." he flicked his tongue across a nipple, sucking on it briefly before letting go. "Don't you want a repeat of it . . . again and again? Don't you want me to remember so I can pleasure you repeatedly?"

With his eyes fluttering close, Loki arched upwards in attempt to push his chest into Thor's hot mouth. The hand on his arousal was making him faint with desire. He could only respond with a needy groan. The temptation to give in was great, but at what price would their tryst cost, even if Thor were willing? Heavens knows Loki was prepared to give up everything for Thor, but would Thor do the same for him?

While Thor remembered, it didn't mean he understood the consequences that their actions entailed. Amongst other factors, the Crown Prince was renowned to love generously and freely. Thor's conquests, though paled in comparison to Fandral's, were by no means small. Loki doubted Thor could remain faithful with one person for too long, let alone if said person was his brother. Needless to say, Loki was not prepared to share his lover with anyone else. It was all or nothing.

Inwardly sighing to himself, he shoved the unhappy thought away from his mind. Let him savour the moment that he yearned so much for. Thor remembered. Thor was solely his for the time being.

The feel of fabric being removed from his lower body forced Loki open his eyes and peered down at Thor. When had the man removed his footwear? Loki wasn't even aware of it. Despite his bulky size and gruff demeanour, Thor was surprisingly gentle.

Casting Loki's pants to the side, Thor knelt between Loki's legs. Holding one slender limb by the ankle, Thor lifted Loki's lower body up so his buttocks were settled in his lap. Slowly, he began to press languid kisses on the leg and calf, enjoying how the flesh tensed beneath his lips. Leaning lower, he gave the same treatment to the toned thigh, grinning when he felt Loki trembled.

Placing the leg on the ground and releasing the ankle, Thor lowered his lips onto Loki's neck and bit down on it. He felt Loki inhale as he gasped out loud, the delectable throat he had latched his teeth on shuddered with the breath. After marking Loki, Thor licked the bite mark apologetically then began straying elsewhere. He felt the other's arousal digging into his stomach; his own—still within the confinement of his pants—was pressed against the crevice of Loki's rear.

Licking all the down Loki's chest and leaving a damp trail in his tongue's wake, Thor reached Loki's erection. Smirking, the elder licked the hardened appendage from the base upward, all the while, his eyes not leaving the Loki's face.

Loki closed his eyes and gave a distressed whine. He wanted more, so much more. Thor was purposely torturing him and it was driving him insane. Pulling on his restraints, Loki growled when his wrists remained bound. He wanted to be free to push Thor onto the ground and devour him. Memories of their last heated encounter made his cock twitched in response.

And the reaction did not go unnoticed by Thor. He took Loki's cock in his hand and applied his tongue on the velvety head, digging the tip of his tongue onto the slit and probing it.

Loki's body involuntarily jerked upwards, his arms straining on the tether that held him bound. "Thor . . ." he pleaded, the voice that said the name was also strained.

Looking at Loki, Thor gave a few leisurely strokes of the cock in his grip and said in a teasing way, "Yes, my brother. Tell me—"

The mention of "brother" did not abode well for the tempestuous younger. With barely a warning asides a near inaudible snarl, Loki drew back a leg and kicked Thor in the face. Stunned, Thor released the appendage he was holding and toppled backwards.

"Release me now!" Loki demanded, pulling on the restraints once more. The mood was ruined. He no longer wanted to continue what they were doing. The jibe, albeit it wasn't intended to be malicious, reminded him of how Thor saw him. And it hurt.

Recovering from the sudden assault, Thor got up and began angrily removing his clothes. Piece by piece of clothing dropped onto the ground around him with a soft thud. He gave it an impatient kick and swept them to the side. Cleared of the garments, Thor approached Loki with a predatory swagger and knelt down beside him.

Loki gave a feral snarl and lashed out with his legs again. The need to kick the older man made his attempts reckless and the aim poor. Being tied up did little to improve his efforts or his mood. He swore that once he was freed, he was going to give Thor permanent amnesia! With a careless swipe, Thor managed to catch a foot by the ankle and then went on to securing the other one. The grip was firm and unrelenting. The position not dissimilar to the one he was in not long ago. Only this time, Thor's playfulness was gone. Loki scowled at the grim expression Thor wore.

Transferring both ankles, crossed on top of one another, into one hand, Thor leaned down and caught Loki's lips in a crushing kiss. At first, Loki resisted and kept his lips sealed. However, Thor's free hand strayed downwards until it grasped his flaccid cock. Still with his lips pressed against Loki's, Thor stroked the limp member steadily until it hardened in his hand. He could feel Loki doing his utmost to not respond. Those bound hands were clenched into balled fists, the knuckles stretching taut over his pale skin.

Stubbornly, Loki's lips remained sealed and refusing Thor entry. Undeterred, Thor continued with his ministrations, going far as increasing the tempo of his strokes so he could feel Loki squirm beneath him. Deciding to change tactics, Thor placed Loki's legs on the ground. Releasing one leg, he straggled it whilst spreading the other and bending it at the knee so it was pressed against Loki's chest. Fanning out the last three digits of the hand that was wrapped around Loki's cock, he made sure to brush his fingers against Loki's balls and perineum with each stroke.

The results were astounding. Loki parted his lips to gasp at the sensation and his mouth was immediately invaded by Thor's tongue. The assault on the mouth and on his groin melted his resistance. Any thoughts of defiance dissipated and were replaced with demanding ones. A whimper escaped from him, but was swallowed up in Thor's mouth.

Thor hungrily devoured the sounds Loki made, each one spurring him on and making him harder by the second. He grounded his arousal on Loki's thigh; fervently wishing it could have been Loki's delectable buttocks it was drilling into. The way the cock twitched in his hand and the way Loki tried to move his hips in time to the strokes, revealed that the other was having similar sentiments. The violent flailing indicated that his climax was near.

Plundering deeper into Loki's mouth, Thor sped up his hand movements. Loki tried, without much success, to thrust into his hands. Thor sitting on one leg was a big handicap.

Luckily, it didn't stop the impending orgasm to sweep through him. Without warning, Loki's body tensed beneath Thor. It was accompanied by a stifled scream.

Loki climaxed hard in Thor's hand. The milky essence spilling over the fist and coating the softening cock as the strokes slowed and then tapered to a halt. Pulling away from Loki's lips, Thor looked down at the panting male.

Flushed from his climax, Loki greedily gulped down air like it was his last.

Enraptured by the sight, Thor's heartbeat sped up. He was impatient and greedy for whatever the body beneath would yield. Using the hand that was covered with Loki's climax, he directed it down to Loki's buttocks and smeared the substance around the small entrance. Then, without warning, Thor pushed a sticky finger inside and began moving it in and out.

Loki cried out to the intrusion. The move was unexpected. As a result, his body tensed up thus clamping around the invading digit.

"Shhh . . . relax, Loki," Thor coaxed; pressing soothing kisses on the damp skin. He knew the importance of loosening his partner even though it was Loki who did his own preparation in their previous encounter.

Meticulously, Thor worked on stretching the tight passage. The one finger soon became two and two became three, all twisting and turning inside the body to loosen the fleshy walls they were embedded in and to locate the prostate. A choked out cry from Loki informed Thor of his success. He remained stabbing his fingers at that particular spot until Loki was aroused once more.

Deciding that Loki was ready to go further, Thor withdrew his fingers and released his grip on the leg he was holding. The limb dropped to the ground with a heavy thump. Loki couldn't muster the energy to fight anymore. He knew what was next. He waited for the inevitable with bated breath.

"Suck it well, Loki." Kneeling over Loki, Thor guided his cock into the other's mouth, groaning as the moist warmth enveloped whist Loki watched him through half-lidded eyes. Emerald pools took in Thor's expression as he licked the long, hard shaft, coating it well for easy penetration. Shortly, Thor pulled away. It left Loki licking his lips, enjoying the lingering taste that was distinctively Thor.

Backing away, Thor parted Loki's legs and crawled into the space between them. Lifting Loki's legs, he forced them back against the chest where they obediently stayed. The position left Loki's entrance exposed. Taking his cock in one hand and parting the puckered hole in the other, Thor slowly eased himself in.

Loki hissed at the initial burn as he tried adapting to Thor's wide girth. The slow entry stung as it nudged apart the narrow canal, the pain searing his insides and causing to throb. By the time Thor's cock was finally sheathed inside him, Loki was drenched with perspiration and whimpering at the fullness.

Stilling all movements, Thor waited for Loki to adjust to the intrusion, his cock twitching with impatience. Taking a few ragged gulps of air, he tried to calm his thundering heart. Loki was so tight.

The wait felt like an eternity. As much as Thor wanted to drill Loki into the ground, he didn't want to hurt the other more than he did already. It wasn't until the pressure around his cock lessened did he dare move.

Luckily, Loki's heaving pants had reduced to shallow gasps, which encouraged Thor greatly. Experimenting with a gentle roll of his hips, Thor was rewarded with a small moan. Slowly withdrawing his cock halfway out of Loki's body, he gently pushed it back in again, producing another moan from Loki. The response was heartening and it was enough to persuade him to do more.

Thor began with slow and cautious movements. He pushed and pulled his way in and out of the pliant body beneath him, coaxing pleasing sounds from those abused lips. It wasn't long before he threw caution to the wind and allowed aggression and his libido to dominate him. His lover mewled and grunted beneath him, appreciating the change of pace—especially when he hit Loki's prostate.

Thor's golden muscles flexed rhythmically as he rode Loki. The feel of his rigid length plummeting in and out of Loki's moist depths was indescribable. He grunted with each thrust, slamming his cock into the willing body and ensuring he was delivering as much pleasure as he was receiving it.

Loki was a delight to behold. Damp tendrils of dark hair clung to his face as he thrashed his head in wild abandon. Thor continued to pound mercilessly on the nerves that made the other writhe in ecstasy, knowing with immense satisfaction that he was able to make Loki lose control of himself. The sight, the sound and the taste were never as vivid as this in his dreams. Now, having had experience something so beautiful, so enthralling and so fulfilling with Loki, Thor was certain he could never be close to Loki without wanting . . . needing . . . to feel it again and again.

Without doubt, he was aware that what they were doing was so wrong, yet this feeling, this love, felt so right. How could one expect to drink water when he feasted on the finest wine? How could he dismiss the love from one who loved him so unconditionally and for so long? Somehow he knew Loki loved him for a long time—that he worshipped him from afar.

Yet, all this time, Thor thought it was brotherly love. All this time, he never thought it was possible to love his brother like a lover. Yet, sliding in and out the delectable and ever so responsive body beneath him, he knew any objections and resistance would be useless. All Thor wanted was to reward Loki for his perseverance. All he needed was Loki, his brother and, now, his lover. The revelation caused a tightness to bloom in his chest. It made him immeasurable happy to realise the depth of his love for Loki, but at the same time, this love made him fearful. The transgression was both so beautiful and sinful. He envied the Heliopolitan who were able to mate with their siblings. If only he were king . . .

Unconsciously, Thor tightened his hold on Loki's slender hips, worried that any misgivings he was having were going to make the other disappear from his grasp. A sharp hiss was dragged from his victim. Loki was very vocal about the way Thor's fingers dug into his flesh.

Relaxing his grip, Thor relented. Withdrawing from Loki, much to the latter's chagrin; Thor turned Loki onto his side and then placed himself behind him so he was spooned against Loki's back. After pressing himself against his lover, Thor lifted one of Loki's legs, slid his cock back inside the opening and began ravishing the other with renewed vigour.

Loki shrieked at the angle in which he was being pounded. His moans quivered and trembled as his body shook with the force Thor was ramming into him. He could feel his entrance stretch wide to accommodate the large cock that filled him. He could feel his passage hug the wide shaft as it slid in and out of him. The slippery sound it made, punctuated with the sound of his lover's balls slapping against his buttocks, was wonderfully provoking.

Loki pushed back as Thor's warm lips were upon him again. Savage teeth latched onto the soft curve between neck and shoulder, and bit down hard on the tender flesh.

"Thor!"

Pain spiked with pleasure shot through Loki's body, making it fraught with tension. He could feel the tightness in his groin growing with each thrust on his prostate. His body felt like it was on fire as the feeling increased and spread. Sparked by the passion and the hunger, it burned through their bodies, melding it so they were one.

"H-hurry!" Loki's release was close . . . very close. Unable to keep up with the pace of Thor's movements, he surrendered control to Thor and allowed him guide to their bodies. Soft grunts and drawn out moans was all Loki could manage to expel from his lips. Too lost in his lust-filled euphoria to make proper demands from Thor.

Thor found Loki's disjointed state amusing. Incoherence was not trait normally associated with Loki. In fact, seldom did the man falter in his speech. His mind was sharp as a knife and his tongue sharper still. To see Loki come undone was something to savour. Thor couldn't resist plunging deeper into Loki's body to coax more from him. Wrapping his finger and thumb around the base of Loki's cock, and ignoring Loki's colourfully curses, Thor continued to stimulate the other's prostate, rubbing on the cluster of nerves until Loki came undone at the seams. It was gratifying to know that he was responsible for Loki's undone state—that he was the one unravelling the complex layers that surrounded the aloof man. It was an honour that he was privy to seeing Loki naked, body and soul. It was a privilege he would not give up easily. He needed to remember this. He needed to experience this feeling always.

And no one was going to take it away from him. Not even Loki.

Leaning down to Loki's ear, Thor said, "Promise you'll not erase this from my memory again. Swear on whatever you hold dear that you'll let me remember, so I can keep on loving you."

"You don't know what you are asking, Brother," Loki panted.

"Oh, I think I do, Loki," Thor replied earnestly. "I am asking for an opportunity to remain by your side as a brother and as a lover. Grant me this wish and I'll grant you your release."

Sobering quickly, Loki leaned his head back to glare at Thor and snapped hoarsely, "It's rather underhanded of you to force my hand whilst under duress!"

"All's fair in love and war, Loki," came the amused retort. "A concept I am sure you are familiar with."

Loki snorted. "Finish what you've started first and then we talk."

Satisfied for now, Thor loosened his grip around Loki's cock and began pumping it with hurried strokes as his cock continues to dive in and out of Loki's body.

Inhaling sharply, Loki bucked his hips to the rhythm set, enjoying the pleasure he was receiving from the front and the back. A sigh of contentment soon departs his lips. A sound that does not go unnoticed by Thor.

Push and pull, the motions ebbs and flows, pooling together until it cannot be contained any longer. Soon, Thor speeds up, his hips snapping fiercely against the other as he pulls his cock nearly all the way before violently slamming back in again. He grunts with each inward thrust, enjoying the way the narrow channel expands each time he pushes his shaft in, yet remaining tight enough to grip his cock with maddening results. He shrove to last longer, but the wanton moans Loki was making—coupled with the way Loki was constricting his cock—was wrecking havoc on his self-control. It was enough to make his climax imminent.

Accelerating his thrusts to induce more friction, Thor sped up the strokes on the other's cock, insisting to himself that Loki must climax first before he could seek his own release. With that desire in mind, he doubled his efforts and was duly rewarded. With a strangled cry, Loki came in his hand. Relief washed over Thor as he gave in to his needs. Conscious that he no longer needed to hold back, he allowed the waves of Loki's orgasm assail him. The latter's climax clenched around his aching manhood in a series of powerful spasms, each wanting nothing more than to pull his release out.

With a roar, Thor pounded into Loki with short, erratic thrusts before tensing and spilling his climax into the spent body. For a short while, he continued his thrusts, dragging out the remnants of his orgasm before it tapered to a dull throb. By the time it was over, Thor could only hold Loki in a feebly as he tried to catch his breath. Loki was faring no better either. Thor could feel the other's heaving chest through the loose embrace. It wasn't until the pair were sufficiently recovered did one venture to speak.

"Thor."

"Hmmm?"

"Untie me now!"

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Thor held Loki tightly to his chest, the latter's damp head tucked under his chin. One of Loki's arms was flung over his waist, those long fingers gently rubbing circles into his back.

"Are you going to make me forget again?" Distrust was an ugly emotion, but dealing with Loki, Thor needed to be certain.

Fingers stilled as Loki tilted his head back to peer at Thor. The other was staring at him intensely.

Sighing aloud, Loki withdrew his hand and placed it on Thor's chest, his fingers fidgeting nervously on the toned flesh. "Do you know what this means if you are to remember? Are you willing to continue with this relationship, knowing full well what it involves and the consequences it entails. Initially, you were meant to forget everything that happened. I was supposed to erase the whole incident from your mind so not a trace of it was left." Loki frowned and gave a mirthless chuckle. "However, I could not do it. My vanity insisted I bury the memory rather than erase it and, on a whim, I did just that. I was foolish to hope—to believe that if you willed it, you would remember our time together."

"Those dreams, you didn't evoke them?"

"No, it wasn't my doing. Whatever plagued you, were workings of your own consciousness."

"So I was the one who stirred them up and brought them to surface?"

Loki settled back into Thor's embrace and hummed a confirmation.

"You still haven't answered my question though?"

The solemn tone prompted Loki to shift and look at Thor once more. He cocked a raven brow at the persistent male and silently that urged him to elaborate.

"I asked if you were planning to erase this event from my mind again?"

Loki gave a weak smile and reached up to stroke his lover's face. He felt wretched. "If you cannot reciprocate my feelings, wouldn't it be kinder for the both of us if you forgot it ever happened."

"NO!"

The violent objection startled Loki. He was ecstatic that Thor would feel so strongly against the idea, but the same time, he didn't want the other to dismiss it so carelessly. The effect of their relationship was not to be treated lightly. Thor needed to understand that.

"Thor, do you understand what this means? It means we have to keep this a secret. It means we have to hide our love. It means you and I have to continue deceiving our father and mother, our friends, our peers and the subjects of Asgard. This . . ." Loki waved a hand dismissively in the air, "this is taboo. This is forbidden! If we are found out, we would be separated and married off to gain foreign alliances."

"Yet, I would risk it for you," Thor replied in a heartbeat.

Loki shook his head ruefully. "I am possessive," he declared sternly. "I won't share. You do understand that, don't you, Thor?"

"And you think I wasn't aware of the way that despicable Heliopolitan male was looking at you? That I am happy when others get near you?" Thor retaliated.

Loki buried his face in Thor's chest and sighed. He had wished fervently for Thor to remember and when he got his wish, it leads to a dilemma. If only he hadn't let his ego sway him—if only he wasn't so unwilling to let it go—they wouldn't be in this predicament. Loki silently cursed his damned pride.

'Brother?"

Loki kneed Thor in the groin and snapped, "Don't call me that, idiot!"

Ignoring the ache in his lower region, Thor chuckled and hugged Loki tighter. "I won't let you go, Loki," he placed a chaste kiss on top of the tousled raven head. "You do know that, right?"

"Idiot!" came the reply that was muffled against Thor's chest. Despite the insult, there was no heat behind it.

Throwing his head back, Thor responded with a happy guffaw and clung on to Loki possessively. Perhaps, things will work out in the end, the optimistic prince thought, not realising his lover had managed to evade his question again.

O-o-O-o-O

Loki listened to soft inhale and exhale of Thor's breathing. The regularity revealed the mighty heir to the kingdom was peacefully sleeping. Loki remained where he was; content to enjoy the temporary peace the close proximity of Thor afforded him.

"I won't let you go, Loki. You know that, right?"

That declaration made Loki incredibly happy. And it made what he was about to do more painful. Basking in the aftermath of Thor's confession, did Loki realise his folly and the trouble it was going to entail for the Crowned Prince of Asgard. Thor could never be his . . . never. It was a selfish thought. One that would doom the kingdom he had little love for. One he wouldn't care about if were it not for the fact it would one day belong to Thor. As much as he wanted Thor for himself, he could not jeopardise Thor's position as the future king to one of the mightiest kingdoms in existence.

Loki wanted Thor to inherit that role that was rightfully his—not be banished and exiled because of his refusal to marry and sire a family. Forced away from his family and friends, Thor would be miserable. The misery could easily bring about a rift between them, causing Thor to resent him. Loki couldn't bear the thought of Thor hating him for the rest of eternity.

Gently untangling himself, Loki lifted his head to look at his sleeping lover one more time. Remorse filled him to the brim and drowned him with regret and sorrow. Leaning down, Loki planted a light kiss on those parted lips, softly murmuring, "I am sorry, my love," as he pulled away.

Closing his eyes to shut out the temptation, Loki began to chant the words that would erase the memory of this encounter along with the previous one, frowning in concentration as he carefully worded the spell to ensure its full effectiveness.

Unfortunately for him, he never got to complete it.

Thor shot up and clapped his hand over Loki's mouth, cutting off the stream of words that was to rob him of his memory once more. "Why?" he grounded out, glaring at the wide-eyed male beneath him. The one word mixed with bitter fury. "I told you not to do it! So, why? What must I do to persuade you to let it alone?"

Loki glared back as he pried away the hand from his mouth. "It's for your own good!" he defended angrily.

"Don't tell me what's good for me! Don't tell me how to live or feel! Don't tell me who to love and not to love!" Thor shouted exasperatedly, the crippling waves of tension permeating the air. "I love you, Loki. Can't you see that?"

Loki blinked owlishly before looking away, the confession rekindling his guilt. "This same love could make you hate me in the future," he said bitterly. "Then I will lose you for good. I'd rather you love me as a brother now than for you to hate me as a lover later. My heart would not be able to stand the pain!"

"I-I . . . can't, Loki!" Thor buried his face into the crook of Loki's neck and inhaled deeply. "I can't! Please, there must be another way!"

Silence filled the space between them. Each lost in their thoughts. It was Loki who finally broke the silence.

"Do you trust me?" Loki looked at Thor imploringly. "If I asked you to trust me, could you do that?"

Thor gave Loki an expression of doubt. It wasn't that he didn't trust Loki, it was just . . .

As if sensing Thor's doubts, Loki was quick to mollify him. "I promise it's only temporary and it will have a trigger."

"How long for?" Thor demanded sullenly.

Grabbing larger man from the nape of his neck, Loki tugged the golden head down to initiate a deep kiss between them. When they pulled apart, he placed his lips close to Thor's ears and whispered into them.

Thor's eyes widened when he heard the answer. Resolutely, he turned to stare at Loki; his lips pursed into a tight line before parting to utter gravely, "Swear on my life that that it will be as you said."

The other complied without hesitation. "I swear on your life and mine that the spell will carried out as promised." Thor nodded his head in approval as he delved into the other's mouth for another long, deep kiss.

Few words were spoken after that. Instead, they let their actions say what words could not. They made love repeatedly that night, each time more passionate than the last. Each time like as if it were their last.

One of the lovers wanted to savour the moment—to salvage what memories he could for the desolate future ahead of him that was bereft of happiness, whilst the other tried to prolong the inevitable.

Eventually, they stopped due to exhaustion. Thor, having over-exerted himself, reluctantly succumbed to sleep. His limbs entwined around with Loki's in a loving, yet possessive manner.

He was oblivious to Loki's vow that was whispered into the stagnant air.

He was oblivious to the anguish that coated every word.

He was oblivious to the tears that choked the voice that spoke them.

"Thank you, my love. I'll promise we'll be with each other when the time is right."

Then, after a ragged breath, Loki began chanting.

O-o-O-o-O

Epilogue

The birth of the Asgard prince was received with joy. It bought jubilance amongst the subjects, causing some people to fondly reminisce a time when the present King of Asgard, Thor, was naught but a wailing babe as well.

Dignitaries and representatives from far and wide travelled to Asgard to pay their respect. It was rumoured that the king's brother had returned from his travels to be present for the joyous occasion. Seven years of absence—coupled with the excitement—had made the aloof prince more favourable in the people's eyes. The uncle to the new prince was reinstated in the affections of the kingdom's subjects, high-spirits making them generous in their way of thinking, and hence swaying them from their usual bigoted outlooks.

Though the queen remained in the royal chamber, resting after a strenuous labour, Thor chose to celebrate with his friends and guests in the grand dining hall of the palace. Only the absence of former King and Queen of Asgard marred the happy occasion. The former had lost his life in a fierce battle a few years ago, and the latter soon followed with a broken heart.

The God of Mischief was also nowhere to be seen. After expressing his felicitations to his king, it was said the prince was ordered to return to his quarters to rest. He needed to recuperate after an arduous and long journey home. The lengthy reunion with his royal brother had been physically and emotionally taxing on the younger. He was seen aided by his majesty to his quarters. His steps were unsteady and his movements, clumsy.

The celebrations went on into the night and well into the morning. Food and wine flowed in copious and obscene amounts, encouraging merriment and laughter.

When did the king slipped away? Nobody quite knew. The jollity continued on as before in the king's absence. Since it was declared a public holiday for the next three days, the revelries persisted, unhindered and uninterrupted. It drowned out the hurried footsteps of one particular individual who, after a quick visit to his wife and child, was purposely marching down a path that would lead him to his lover.

On reaching his destination, Thor knocked a few times on the door that separated him and his love. Not waiting for a reply, he opened the door and stepped inside.

Moonlight bathed the otherwise dark room, giving the still figure on the bed an ethereal appearance. Thor could not help that swell of love from surfacing when his eyes rested on the sleeping figure.

After seven years, he finally remembered.

The birth of his son was the trigger. Loki had ensured he had secured his position as ruler and father before he was allowed to remember. With the birth of his son, the obligations were fulfilled, the mental floodgates burst open and the memories came flooding back to him. Even though the experience was elating, he had to endure hours of loneliness and longing before Loki showed up.

Recalling the feeling of desolateness was enough to pull Thor's lips into a pout. He could not imagine the torture Loki had endured in the past seven years. It explained why he did not return for their father and mother's funeral. A pang of guilt stabbed Thor when he recalled the harsh words he used to describe his brother's callousness. No amount of cajoling or threats would force Loki to return home.

And now he knew why.

Shaking his head, Thor dispelled the gloomy thoughts away. Now was not the time to dwell on unpleasant memories. Not when his love had finally returned to him.

With fluid haste, he moved to the bed. His eyes trained on the occupant as his hands tore off his clothes. By the time he slid between the cool sheets, his body was bare. It complemented the other's nudity.

Pressing his body against the other's back, he traced the bite marks and bruises that were scattered on the pale skin with a light finger. Smiling as he admired his handiwork, he connected each beautiful mark with an invisible line his finger drew. The teasing action provoked a slight shudder from the other male.

"Loki?" The finger soon slid down to Loki's semi-aroused cock where a large hand fondled it.

A groan, tainted with sleep, escaped. Thor ground his erection into his lover's buttocks, crudely alerting the other of his intentions. It elicited something that sounded suspiciously like a lustful moan and Thor's name.

Thor smiled into the neck his lips were adhered to.

It was good to remember again.

It was good to have Loki back in his arms again.

This time he will fulfil his promise and never let Loki go. Never, ever again.

"Mine," he growled possessively. "You are mine for an eternity now. I won't let you go, Loki. You know that, right?"

Somehow, he felt Loki smiled. "I know," Loki assured huskily, his voice still a little croaky from misuse. "Just as you are mine forever too, right?"

"No more spells?"

"No more."

"I get to keep everything now?"

"Yes, everything, Thor."

Pulling away from the warm body, Thor flipped Loki onto his back and stared into the pale face. The moon's silvery illuminations softened those sharp, noble features Thor loved so much. Bending down, he captured those lips he never knew he missed until that morning.

It was feverishly reciprocated.

When they parted, Thor dropped his head onto Loki's chest and rubbed his face against Loki's neck. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the familiar scent. He was giddy with happiness.

"I love you, Loki," Thor finally breathed out. The air was dense with his confession.

Shifting so he could glance down at the golden head nuzzling his neck, Loki snorted and flicked Thor's temple with his finger. It was good to finally have his feelings reciprocated. It was good to finally have Thor in his arms once more and vice versa. After pining alone for so long, he submitted willingly to the needy hands that were crawling over his body. He eagerly melted to the heated kisses claiming his skin. They both have seven years worth of reacquainting to do and an eternity to do it.

"And I love you too," he smirked, closing his eyes and losing himself in Thor's thrall.

It was complete.

They were complete.

They belonged to one another now and nothing will ever change that.

Never.

Ever.

~The End~

Author's Note: Finally, it's complete! YAY! I would like to this opportunity to give my heartfelt thanks to those who left me words of encouragement for this fic. Know it was your support that has kept this fic alive and reminded me that it wasn't a total epic fail. Thank you~! *bows*

Special thanks go to CandyassGoth who grabbed my muse (which kept going AWOL), throttled it, beat it to submission and held it down with Mjölnir. Without her demanding demands, this will take another year to complete, if ever. Thank you, my Chibi, for being there for me and supporting the stuff I spew~! I hope this lives up to your expectations~! *hugs*

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