CHAPTER 8

The elegant mantle glides on the wide purple carpet covering the floor, exposing Loki's shoulders to the stroke of Thor's naughty fingers.

A touch which makes him melt in the moonlight.

‹‹ I wanted so strongly to have you right away and now it's real… ›› Thor's voice is caressing as he lays fond

kisses on his beloved's lips and on his lithe shoulders. ‹‹Tell me that you truly want me, that this is not another deception! ››

‹‹ Read my eyes… ›› Loki's says theatrically. ‹‹ Let them take away the anxiety that troubles yours. ››

An ambiguous gaze confuses the other man, hypnotizing, binding him.

‹‹ Listen to my heart … ›› Loki says again, approaching slowly, seeking to reduce the distance between them to nothing. ‹‹ Let my heartbeat respond to your questions. ››

His hand, searching for the Crown Prince's right one and finally taking it, leads it to his chest, so that Thor can feel his sincerity.

When Loki smiles, Thor loses a beat to that vision, subjugated by the beauty of his androgynous features.

Hearing the intriguing sound of a zipper sliding, Thor must force himself to wait while Loki slowly moves his

persuasive fingertips.

After taking off his shirt, the rest of his clothing falls on the soft tapestry, easily following the mantle.

While his heart pounds strongly in his chest, Thor is almost afraid to lift his glare and bask in the vision of those perfect abdominal muscles … but the almond perfume rising from Loki's skin calls upon him and he rests his turquoise gaze on him.

Thor looks at him.

Loki is bright like a star, his complexion of an unreal bluntness, as the eternal snow of the kingdom he originates from.

Thor hears him.

Greedy hands touch the bare chest, smooth and soft, glide to the hips, much alike to a woman's, grasping them to lead that sinuous body alongside his, enjoying the pleasing touch of their torsos.

Thor listens.

Loki's breath is labored; a disapproving groan escapes him when Thor teasingly kisses the corner of his mouth.

Heart against heart, their lips meet and blend, they blend into one.

Loki's kiss is violent, his eagerness in claiming intimacy is out of control, almost scaring his mate, initially clumsy because of the unexpected fervor, left almost breathless by the intrusiveness of the overconfident tongue.

But passion takes over and, overwhelmed by the irrational desire for him, Thor finds the audacity to face the erotic challenge of his lover, resuming his dominant part and setting the rhythm of that stolen kiss finally properly paid, until he forces the other to stop for lack of oxygen.

‹‹ Do you still have doubts, my Lord? ›› Loki asks, the emerald irises sparkling with a mysterious light.

‹‹ Come here! ›› Thor commands, cupping the dear face in his palms with the sole purpose to resume their effusions.

The moon behind them is the silent witness to their ambiguous union where they duel sexually, savoring the opponent's mouth as if they intended to devour each other. Small bites on his diaphanous face and neck are Loki's punishment.

Loki challenges Thor's arrogance each time he is forced to give him his hot lips with scratches inflicted on his back by sharp fingernails. He groans instinctively as his manhood wakes up and swells when Thor's firm handgrip grabs a leg and lifts it up.

‹‹ You're so beautiful when you loose yourself, my beloved! ›› The Prince pants, fascinated by the ecstatic expression

painted on Loki's face, cheeks heated, dreamy eyes, lips tightened to contain more of the indecent sighs.

‹‹ Let me reward you for the many delicious attentions, my Lord. ›› His fiancée declares mischievously.

Thor laughs because he knows that tone too well, one of veiled resentment whenever Thor catches Loki in

embarrassing situations, or at times when he involuntarily shows vulnerability.

‹‹ It is required of me to satisfy your high demands! ›› Thor replies.

The excited seducer falls into the same trap as soon as he feels Loki's fingers slide inside the fabric of his pants, a nice touch that unleashes a jolt of adrenalin straight to his brain and makes him gasp in a lewd manner.

But the sensuous courtship is suddenly stopped, the Asgardian heir seizing the other hand dangerously

approaching the little bag secured to his hip and he automatically stops the action.

‹‹ Ow, you're hurting me! Stop it! ›› Loki protests against Thor squeezing his hand, a few millimeters from the object.

The iron grip is painful, full of anger and reproach, as Thor's look is.

‹‹ You're just incorrigible! I was wondering when you would have tried to steal them. You won't have them back Loki, you'll have to be content with your mild power and my immense affection for now! ››

‹‹ I did not mean to fight! Is it too complex for you to understand what I was going to do? ›› Loki replies indignantly.

The raging Thunderer looks at him, distracted by this verbal defense.

‹‹ You have just tried to steal the runes from me! Do you believe me to be that much of an idiot? ›› Thor furiously blurts out.

‹‹ I just tried to get rid of the clothes you wear, accessories included! I want you, Thor! I want you now! ›› Loki explains loudly.

With unexpected swiftness he frees his hand from the grip of his wary companion and throws the

offending bag well away from them to demonstrate the honesty of his intentions.

‹‹ If it be thus ... ›› The heir says, lifting his incomprehensible fiancée in his strong arms.

‹‹ Hey!? ›› Loki snarls at him, instinctively throwing his arms around Thor's neck, surprised by so much unexpected impetuosity.

With a few long strides the Asgardian Prince reaches the large bed, where he finally lays his beloved amidst the soft sheets.

‹‹ I will satisfy your need, my love. ›› Thor states, placing himself over the Silvertongue in a hurry.

Loki scans him with thinned, treacherous eyes for a moment, but finally smirks at his new-found resourcefulness.

‹‹ I trust your skills. I hope them to be considerably more reliable than your intuition … ››

The Trickster taunts, while the heir throws his belt over an old chair, not far from the bed, with amazing accuracy.

‹‹ None of my lovers has ever had anything to complain. ›› Says the Thunderer proudly, an answer that attracts a taunting sneer of his companion. ‹‹ And believe me, I've had many confirmations! ››

‹‹ Lovers... like lady Sif? ›› Loki asks unwisely, prompted by his obsessive jealousy.

‹‹ Sif?! ›› Thor repeated, surprised by the question. ‹‹ Are you serious? ›› He means to make sure, but the wounded expression painted on Loki's face is clear.

‹‹ Answer me! ›› Loki searches his face for transparency, with cheeks heated with embarrassment. ‹‹ Was Lady Sif one of your glorious triumphs in this bed? ››

The obstinate silence irritates him.

‹‹ Loki! ›› Thor shouts on impulse, when the trickster's long legs cross-grip his hips and push him to the side,reversing their positions.

‹‹ That bitch! How low you fell, brother! ›› He says aggravated, with a smile full of bitterness mocking the ancient bond of kinship, that perished after his defeat.

‹‹ Don't you dare Loki, we are not brothers anymore! ›› Thor warns him, looking at his graceful companion, who, as a challenge to his admonition, is leaving the bed.

'He will now make one of his usual scenes and he will go away!'

The heir thinks.

But Loki is unpredictable.

Elegant and proud, the rebel kneels by the bedside and bows his head as a sign of docile submission.

‹‹ I will be a memorable lover for you, my Lord … ›› He whispers with grace and devotion. ‹‹ No woman will ever be compared to me after this long night together. ››

Thor can't believe his words: is it perhaps an offer coming from his heart?

And then his own heart rises in his throat when Loki lifts his face and shows his teary eyes.

‹‹ You will be my future consort, not Sif, nor anyone else. ›› The Thunderer gently reassures him. ‹‹ Nobody can make you worry, my beloved, I chose you, you are the one I want by my side! ››

‹‹ We will discuss this tomorrow, all right? ›› His fiancée suggests and his voice cracks from the tumult. ‹‹ I didn't want us to talk this evening ... ››

Proud and enigmatic as always, Loki, as if he were another person, rekindles his exuberance, and Thor once again is baffled with his abrupt change in moods, watching his seductive movements.

That moment he whole room seems to vanish, bewitched by the electrifying display his beloved offers with

draining sluggishness and provocative convolutions.

His ethereal body shines like silver in the moonlight, the eyes are the same color as the precious tourmaline

nestled on his engagement ring, his long silky hair is like the mantle of the darkest night.

An elusive creature, Loki: sublime enchanter, he mystifies and conquers Thor's senses, relentlessly subduing him with his magic.

‹‹ And we will not talk, my beloved. ›› The Asgardian says, as he is trembling thrilled for their union, heatedly discharging his remaining clothing on the floor.

An unpleasant feeling runs through Thor as he grabs Loki's wrists to bring him closer.

A sudden and mysterious glow that lasted just a fraction of a second, an eerie light in which he feared Loki would vanish.

But he's still there, before him.

He has never been as beautiful as he appears now.

The intensity of Thor's gestures is punished by Loki, who forces him to fall on the bed.

‹‹ If you want me, you'll have to submit to my rules! ›› He warns.

‹‹ As you wish, my beloved. ›› The Thunderer happily accepts, excited by Loki's daring.

And then again that spooky gleam, similar to the light of a fire, takes possession of the intense green of Loki's irises; a hellish smirk scars his pretty face, and makes Thor even more suspicious.

'Something isn't right.'

His instinct warns him, yet his heart is in danger of blowing in his ribcage as he feels that nude body moving naughtily over him, as his manhood throbs, rubbed against the soft, velvety skin of the Trickster with unnerving slowness and he is ready to give himself to Loki.

‹‹ Do not close your eyes, look at me! ›› Loki orders proudly, looking wild-eyed while the penetration follows with astonishing sweetness.

And Thor does not hesitate to obey.

Thor lays expert hands on those slim hips, enjoying the view of that androgynous body wooing his own, as Loki's delicate oval is raised to the immense pleasure he takes from the act.

‹‹ Look at me, Thor! ›› That raw voice repeats, almost evanescent in the air full of passion.

Slow and obliging, Loki fully grasps control over all of Thor's intimate fantasies delaying as much as possible the highest peak of delight for both.

Thor is amazed how Loki's erotic movements are so in tune with his own needs, as if they are guided by

his mind rather than his beloved's instinct. It would be tempting to abandon himself to Loki, but the Asgardians senses are still vigilant: they refuse to collapse to the passion the Liesmith so quickly conceded.

'What is happening to me? Why can't I give Loki all my emotional involvement?'

This question haunts his consciousness.

And finally everything is clear.

'I don't smell his perfume any longer.'

Thor takes the lack of sweet and intense almond smell of Loki's skin as a hint, capable of destroying his dreams mercilessly and breaking his heart into

a thousand pieces.

The rational conclusion instantly dissolves the illusion cast by the Lord of Deceptions.

A verdict handed down in a sensual way, hiding his disturbing stratagem.

The particular tone, useful to distract the Thunderer, allowed Loki to create a chimera with his appearance, which he ordered to seduce Thor, to give him time to complete his plan.

‹‹ I don't want us to talk this evening ... ››

Loki has to act quickly, to guard himself from committing some fatal imprudence, since the temptation to go back and lay between Thor's strong arms is so ingrained in him.

He has to foreclose the vision of his statuary body lying between the costly sheets.

It would be a folly to give up right now, so close to his goal.

‹‹ As you wish, my beloved. ››

The voice of his gorgeous lover reaches him and causes deep pangs in his stomach, obfuscating his capacity for reasoning.

'I don't have to think about it, I don't have to see, I don't have to listen!'

The traitor commands himself, trying to appease the powerful beat of his elated heart, not caused by his bewitched blood only.

A smooth, triangular polished stone.

Loki gathers the precious relics between his hands, contemplating them in awe, then storing them safely, carefully

binding the laces on the small bag, for fear of losing them.

'I should cheer for this victory, so why I want to cry so badly?'

He asks himself troubled, while collecting his last strength and reaching a hand towards his garments.

A sudden shadow hanging over him, despite the intensity of the moonbeams, stops his every gesture, his heart hammering inside his chest.

‹‹ It is not here where you should be now. ›› A deep voice growls.

The culprit turns confused.

‹‹ How did you get rid of the illusion? ›› Is Loki's unconscious question, staring down to observe the play of light and darkness.

However, Thor has no intention to satisfy his curiosity, lifting him over one shoulder and carrying him like a rag doll to the other side of the large room.

‹‹ Leave! Me! Alone! Leave Me! ›› His hostage shouts, vigorously pounding his fists against the bare back of his jailor.

Loki's fears increase dramatically when they reach the bed and his trembling hand drops the precious bag which falls at Thor's feet.

‹‹ You promised at the ceremony, remember? Respect, protection, love! Would you maybe deny your own

promise?! Do you not have a shred of honor?! ›› Loki reminds him, in a desperate attempt to escape further violence he fears and cannot suffer.

‹‹ Do not talk to me about honor! You lied again! You played with my feelings again! ›› Thor cries out all his pain, kicking away the corpus delicti. ‹‹ You're a monster! You're not worthy; you do not deserve my love! ››

The accused is silent; those words are like the cut of a sharp knife straight to his heart as he is also tormented by his own betrayal and forced to unravel his condition, made even more helpless after drinking the blood of a witch.

Without courtesy Thor drops the rebel flat on his bed, pressing one hand to his neck, not to give him any way out.

The fight is imbalanced, but Loki does not intend to surrender.

He has the urge to defend himself from his attacker, who, courtesy to his physical prowess, lies above him and blocks even the slightest movement with his body.

‹‹ I looked into your eyes, they seemed so clear, so honest … ›› The cheated Thunderer whispers in his ear. ‹‹ I listened to the beat of your excited heart. I wonder: how is it possible to simulate such an emotional involvement? How did you succeed in tricking me, Loki? ››

Thor asks, aware he is failing to hate that treacherous, dangerous creature despite everything.

‹‹ I'm not the monster you believe me to be! If this night I deluded you, it is because I 'm forced to! ›› Loki defends himself, embittered. ‹‹ I must have those runes, after drinking that bewitched wine. ››

To his discomfort Loki is forced to mention it, but he can not find the courage to reveal the whole truth to Thor.

‹‹ What was in the cup? ›› Thor asks, surprised by such unexpected admission.

'If I confess now, blinded by anger as he is, how will he respond?'

Loki asks to himself.

‹‹ I need those damned runes … ››

He repeats in a gentle whisper, choosing to hide his own private burden.

‹‹ You risked so much to recover them as if you had the hours of your life counted. I'll ask again, what was there in the wine? ›› Thor looks puzzled as Loki blushes violently, locked in a stubborn silence. ‹‹ This silence of yours is not helping... ››

Thor states resentful of yet another mystery involving his beloved.

Loki buries his face between the sheets to escape his gaze.

‹‹ Why can't you love me? ››

The heir's voice cracks, while he decides to forcefully dispose of the boots and the tight trousers still separating their bodies.

Denuded of his last bits of clothing, the Trickster panics, helplessly trembling when his buttocks touch the erection of the man he hurt, an obscene contact that excites him against all reason.

‹‹ Damn, stop it! ›› Loki curses, but he's at the mercy of base instincts, baffled by the warmth of the hot body over his.

‹‹ Why is it so difficult to love me? ›› Thor takes the face of his companion and pulls it closer to his, to show his own desperation as he relaxes upon him. ‹‹ I love you Loki, I love you madly! ››

Like a raging river Thor declares his heartfelt sentiment. He's broken with grief, so painful it takes away his breath.

I love you ... I love you ...

Loki's heart misses a beat hearing these words.

‹‹ I'll love you forever, despite your atrocities, your contempt, your hatred! ›› Thor confesses, crying convulsively, liberating his soul.

‹‹ No! I don't hate you! I don't! Not at all! ›› Loki shouts quite unthinking, but his betrothed no longer wishes to listen.

‹‹ I will not take you as my consort. In the end, you win. ››

Thor's declaration is serene, but it hits his betrothed with the intensity of a sweeping and destructive storm.

Confused, frightened, Loki bites the bed sheets, to silence the unbearable urge to rid his conscience and throw himself in Thor's arms, telling him not to admit defeat, not now when the Trickster is in truth falling in love with him.

The surrender is painful, but inevitable.

The capable leader in a thousand battles, never bent to the obstacles raised by fate until that night, the Mighty Thor has fallen at the hands of Loki.

Love, unique and eternal, is his greatest weakness.

Loki has earned his freedom.

In the end, Loki has killed him inside when he refused his love, deceiving him; his dark angel has stolen even his last tears.

Deep chills run along the bare back of the heir to the throne… yet another face comes nearer to his own, eye in the eye again.

‹‹ What else do you want from me, Loki? ›› The prince asks, crushed. ‹‹ You have already ruined my heart, my dignity,my life. I've made a miserable, desperate error with my love for you. Kill me if that's what you want, but grant me one last wish: don't force me to listen to any other lie from your hellish lips! ››

‹‹ You've never had the gift of a cunning mind, nor of intuition, ›› Loki tells him, although his voice is both soft and benevolent, ‹‹ but I have always admired your big heart and great loyalty. ››

Two small liquid pearls slowly slide from the corners of his bright eyes and run down his tender face, while he moves and sits himself on his former older brother's legs.

‹‹ Which is why you deserve to reign more than any other. ›› Loki comments, kissing Thor's pouty lips after every word. ‹‹ I would never be worthy of the throne of Asgard… ›› he admits through plentiful tears, ‹‹ …and I am not worthy of you! ››

‹‹ Loving you made me wiser. ›› Thor replies promptly. ‹‹ You completed me, made me better. ››

‹‹ Please forgive me… ›› Loki begs him sincerely, like a child.

And Thor welcomes him back into his heart, while their tongues are eager to dance together again, binding in a natural and harmonious way.

Not another word is spoken between the two newfound lovers.

Subdued moans and dreamy sighs hover in the air of the astounding night and speak of their immense desire to be joined into one being.

Loki's twisting movements electrifies Thor's manhood. He presses on Loki's flat belly greedily and possessively, in a movement full of intimacy.

The Crown Prince lifts his lover, gently laying him between the sheets, then standing over him, helping the slender legs so that their bodies are free to meet.

‹‹ I want you to make love to me, Thor… ›› Loki admits, lost in overwhelming emotions impossible to manage.

His words are true, uttered by his heart, triumphant over cold reason. The fear of losing his lover forever won over his prudence, plans and plots and they are swept away together with all the anxieties and fears of consequences that his demand will bring along.

Thor's irises are two burning sapphires which make him forget all his anxieties.

‹‹ I believe you, my love…›› Thor whispers, while he grants his master's wish and starts to slither up on him with slow care.

The pain is so small for Loki during the gentle penetration after experiencing the agony of abandonment, that it's little more than a sweet torment for him, his arms shaking, his smile reassuring.

Sweet and patient, Thor conquers his flesh inch by inch and, when the union of their bodies is complete, the air welcomes their lewd moans, liberating the suppressed pleasure; the beauty of the moment is such as to make them forget the sad baggage of their tormented existences.

Thor's heated hips are driven to meet Loki's, with shy moves of the pelvis. Sex and love, greed and feelings are perfectly in balance.

The two lovers move in tune one above the other so graceful their acts look like a strange and hypnotic dance.

They are enjoying the moment without remorse threatening to destroy their hearts.

Loki gets lost in Thor as Thor gets lost in Loki, becoming a single indivisible being.

Fantasy and reality have no defined boundaries.

Thor guides his beloved in the whirlwind of unbridled passion, like a ship sailing with strong wind in her sails, exploring an ocean, its waters crystal clear one moment, hazy the next.

Loki languidly looks at his handsome lover, pleased by his movements, losing himself in a passion growing so intense and devastating that it threatens to madden him.

‹‹ Marry me! ››Thor pleads in the vortex of wild pleasure. ‹‹ Marry me, Loki, please marry me! ›› He begs, but the undisputed Lord of Deceit and Mysteries does not utter vows biting his lower lip in anger until it bleeds to curb the impulsive inclination to answer.

His heart says YES, pushing him to lay down his weapons and surrender to the urge of love completely.

His reason is for no; he recalls the ambition to regain power and glory from the same man he is lying with.

Taking in the image of green eyes full of confusion, Thor leads both of them to orgasm.

They scream their infinite pleasure together, then Loki cuddles up on Thor's chest, lightheaded, embracing him tightly.

Exhausted, they relax one alongside the other, with labored breathing but still smiling, satiated in body and soul, lost in their intimate fantasies.

Their fingers are intertwining, eager to still feel somehow connected.

The reassuring and protective gaze only Thor is capable to give is a comforting vision for Loki.

It persuades him to feel his belly, where his lover's warm seed has taken roots.

Conflicting thoughts overwhelm him, fear of the future and the reticent desire of having the child.

Is it the fruit of love or slavery?

Loki does not quite know what to say and how to handle the current state of events.

‹‹ Are you cold, my beloved? ›› Thor worries about him, seeing him suddenly cringe.

‹‹ I ... Yes, I am … ›› Loki lies, thanking him for his loving kindness when he wraps his naked body in the sheets, and enfolds him warmly in a sweet embrace.

‹‹ Sleep here tonight! ›› The heir suddenly asks.

‹‹ Thor! ›› His startled mate exclaims. ‹‹ The rune stones are still in this room. You know I won't be able to resist their call. ››

‹‹ Take them if you wish, they're my gift to you. ›› Is the other's reply. ‹‹ But stay in my arms tonight and make me the happiest man of all Asgard. ››

The powerful beat of Thor's big heart is comforting and he sweetly caresses Loki's jet-black hair.

The delight of it all carries Loki on the way to a tempting oblivion of the senses.

‹‹ I love you ... ›› The Asgardian says again, before falling in a peaceful night's sleep.

The Liesmith turns his greedy eyes towards the mystical stones, able to distinguish them in spite of the distance and the thick darkness.

They shine to him as bright as rare diamonds, invoked by the magic that wakes up in his body.

‹‹ I love you too … ›› he reluctantly confesses to himself more then to his sleeping lover, ‹‹ … but I won't marry you, Asgardian. ››

He declares before being overcome by fatigue.

His perverse smirk resurfaces: a new tomorrow awaits him.

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