A/N: So here's the smut... kinda explicit. This is the last chapter. Hope you like!

Someone to Watch Over Me

When Loki felt his trousers being tugged down, his first instinct was to whimper and jerk away, but Thor held tightly to him and soothed him with reassurances whispered in his ear. Some part of him understood what was happening, but everything was a haze, he couldn't even remember how he had gotten onto his bed. Did Thor put him here? He remembered the guards holding him down now, and something about arguing with Thor, and... his magic? He felt it lingering nearby, waiting, so close yet so far away. It hovered like a flame above him, yearning to be touched and consumed, but he couldn't move his arms to grasp it.

"Brother..." he heard himself say. When did his voice become so pathetic sounding? "Where- where are you? I can't see... why aren't you helping me?" A sharp tug somewhere near his legs scared him and he yelped. "What was that? Th-Thor... tell me what's happening, please."

"Shh," was all Thor said, soothing and gentle.

Loki whimpered. Not only was he blind, but he could barely feel his body. His legs felt almost completely numb, as well as his arms. The rest of him felt... cold. In a slight panic he realized he was naked, but when he felt Thor's hand rubbing his chest he suddenly couldn't care less as he shivered and heard the accursed purr leave his mouth. For a brief moment a tingling sensation spread through his upper arms, then disappeared a second later when Thor's hand left. Loki protested with a whine and to his surprise two hands returned to his chest, caressing gently up and down.

"Does this help, brother?" asked Thor's voice above him.

Loki only managed a 'Mmm' for a moment, but finally said, "Yes," in a whisper. But even that friction only reached his shoulders and he wished it would spread throughout his body. "M-more," he heard himself say. "Need... must have..." a whine escaped as Thor's hands worked across his arms. "More," he said again. The tingle of magic flowed from the two hands like a flame licking his skin, spreading a little ways but ultimately insufficient to set him aflame the way he wanted. The sensations were wonderful, but only skin-deep. Tears fell from his face into his hairline every time the feel of his magic waned and he wished Thor wouldn't stop so frequently.

He heard a sigh from the thunder god and Loki realized Thor was hesitating - but hesitating to do what?

"Loki," said the deep voice above him, "if I do this, I may hurt you. Will you forgive me?"

Loki didn't know what he meant, too lost in the sensations of his body, some disconcerting, others wondrous. He didn't know how to answer or even that he should answer. "Inside," was all that escaped his lips as he arched his back, wanting... wanting something, he wasn't sure what. Whatever it was he needed it, craved it. Why can't I have it?

He felt warm hands - hands filled with delightful magic - caress him, and he smiled and tried to lean into the feeling. Then he felt his legs being spread, and some instinctual part of him screamed at him, that he should be afraid. Who was doing that to him? Who was moving him when he couldn't even move himself? His mind was fading, he couldn't remember.

An agonizing moment past filled with nothingness, then was quickly replaced by a strange pressure between his legs. It was small at first, but when it increased it sent a wave of wonderful magical energy throughout his body. Loki gasped and arched his back at the small pleasure, wanting more - more, more, more...

The strange pressure continued for a little while and Loki began to feel his thighs again - slowly at first, then a little more, somewhat quicker. But suddenly, despite the waves of pleasure roaming through his body, he realized just what the pressure was. Abruptly coming into the sensation of something already inside his body was somehow much worse than being aware of it while it happened. What was it? He suddenly felt sick as he recognized the intruders as somebody's fingers. He searched through his memories in a panic and tried to remember who might be doing it. He tried to resist the feelings of ecstasy flowing through him, at least enough to regain his memory. A sharp sense of dread filled him when he thought it might be one of the guards from before... weren't they holding him down? That much he remembered.

"No..." he heard himself sob. "No, p-please... Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

Then a familiar voice spoke, "Loki? What do you mean? It's me- it's Thor. Why don't you remember?" A wave of relief passed through him. Thor. he sighed. It's only Thor. Then a second later, when the intruding fingers were removed a sudden thought occurred to the trickster god: Thor...Thor?...Thor?! Why is Thor- Why is Thor doing this to me?! But a moment later he completely forgot what he was thinking because his body was aching, hurting, but not from Thor's ministrations, but from the sudden lack of it.

He whimpered and thrashed about as best he could. "Thor, why did you stop? It hurts."

"I'm sorry, brother, I did say I might hurt you-"

"No," Loki interrupted. "No...not hurting me... you... you stopped. Don't stop." He felt the numbness returning, his body shaking again, wanting, needing, craving more. My magic! It suddenly jumped into his head, what he needed. "Don't stop," he said again.

"Then are you ready?" Thor asked, voice somber but steady.

Loki said nothing, he could only squirm as his body felt so lacking, he needed it, needed something to fill him up - his magic felt so far still, but so close, so close...

And then he felt something inside of him, moving inside, going deeper. At first he lost his memories again, for a moment, as he gasped and arched his back at the feeling - it sent waves of unimaginable pleasure through his entire body, from his head to his toes. His arms and legs tingled as if on pins and needles, then finally warmth passed over them as the rest of his body burned with the wonderful feel of magic grazing his very core. He was vaguely aware of the purring sound emanating from his throat, but given all the sensations passing through him, he couldn't care less.

"Are you well?" said a voice, but it was so far away Loki could barely hear it - and didn't care to answer, couldn't answer, even if he wanted to.

And when something rubbed against his insides Loki felt it shoot through his spine and into every nerve of his body; he arched his back until he was nearly balanced on the top of his head, and he strained to breathe properly. He felt two strong arms move under his back, holding him there. He also became aware of his own legs wrapped around something - no, someone, and he briefly felt fear for who it might be. "Who-" Loki barely choked through his constricted throat. "Who...are you?" Why can't I remember?

"Loki!" said the far-away voice again, breathing heavily. "Why do you...keep forgetting...it's me?" There was worry in the voice, but it too strained to speak. Thor? Is that Thor? Why- Why is my brother- But a sudden sensation ripped through his body and he heard a scream tear from between his clenched teeth. The movement stopped, everything stopped, and Loki hated it. "Are you alright?" said Thor's voice, suddenly closer.

The trickster grunted, then he grunted again, trying to speak. Speak, damn you! He attempted to move his numb arms, trying to convey words. Then finally, after some more undignified grunting, he choked out the words, "More! Don-Don't stop, you- you idiot- again, a-again. More... Again!" And the sudden realization hit him that Thor was inside him. He was... his brother was...was... He couldn't even think the word.

But Thor did move, and again, something like explosions rippled through Loki's body. He screamed again, then screamed the word 'More!' when Thor stopped. And some part of the trickster regretted it because he thought he might explode from the violent sensations running through him. Was it possible for pleasure to actually hurt? He wasn't so sure either way, but if it were possible, he was pretty sure he was feeling it right now.

He screamed at Thor's rutting into him, and with a particularly violent thrust his eyesight suddenly returned, and ironically, blinded him when the bright lights of his cell greeted him so suddenly. He clenched his eyes shut and felt tears falling, but if they were from pain or pleasure he didn't know.

And when he became aware of Thor over him, so close, grunting and moving in and out of him, Loki truly had no idea what to think - his thoughts literally wouldn't form. It was too surreal to acknowledge, so he promptly ignored that the man rutting into him he considered his brother, and instead concentrated on the wonderful sensations of magic flooding every inch of his body.

Thor moved his arms from beneath Loki and instead flanked him with them, and his erratic movements told Loki something he... really wished he didn't just think. The trickster clenched his eyes and counted his own breaths. One, two, three... Thor's legs shook and his thrusting became less steady. Four, five, six... And suddenly Thor growled loudly and Loki gasped at the sudden warmth spreading through him like fire. No wait... it really was like fire! Loki tried to move away as Thor collapsed on top of him. "Brother!" the smaller god screamed. "Get off me! Get off!"

Worried, Thor quickly moved to the side, laying on the bed, as Loki fell off the mattress, then keened and screeched at the pain spreading across his body. His entire frame convulsed and shook.

"What-" Loki's voice hitched, barely breathing. "What have- what have you... don-done to me?!"

Thor leaned over Loki, then crouched next to him, hands hovering but afraid to touch. "Brother... what do I do? I-I don't know. I thought...I thought this would-"

A final scream ripped through Loki's throat as he collapsed in a heap on the floor.

After Loki lost consciousness Thor debated whether he should take him to the healing rooms or not. Afraid someone might happen by - perhaps the guards, concerned for their princes - Thor quickly redressed Loki and himself, using a nearby cloth to clean them both as best he could first.

Loki's breathing was steady, and his pulse as well, so Thor decided against removing him, afraid the healers might ask questions. So he set him on the bed and kissed his forehead, praying to the Norns that he hadn't somehow just permanently damaged his own little brother.

He sat beside the unconscious form of Loki on the bed. What were you thinking, Thor? he berated himself. Did you really think something like... like that would help him? What a fool I am. But by the end Loki did seem to be getting better. Based on the mischief god's reactions, he had not only regained sensation in his limbs, but his eyesight had returned as well. Were those not good signs? Still, Thor dreaded that this was only a temporary measure; even if it did work, what if he had to do it regularly for it to have any effect? He shuddered at the thought. Doing it one time was difficult enough - he wasn't certain he could tolerate a second time, or worse, multiple times.

He lowered his face to his hands, suddenly realizing that this situation had quickly gotten out of hand. And why hadn't he run to their parents first? Surely their father would have found a different solution than removal of Loki's magic? Permanent magic-suppressing cuffs, for example?

Thor stood up. Whatever it took, he would have to find a way to convince their father of a different solution. He looked to his younger brother, who looked so peaceful when sleeping; nothing like the villain he had tried to become all those months before, and even less like the strange needy creature that he had been these last few days.

Thor hoped with everything in him that the younger god would remain asleep until he returned.

I must speak to father.

There was an odd itch tingling inside Loki's chest. He groggily tried to scratch at it, cracking his eyes open, then a moment later felt foolish for trying to scratch at his chest. What am I doing?

Opening his eyes wider he looked around the bright room, mind a jumbled fog of sporadic memories. Thor... was the first word that jumped into his head, then magic... He blinked several times. Where's Thor? Was he not here a moment ago?

When Loki tried to sit up he hissed and winced at the soreness rippling through his body from his lower- His eyes widened and he froze. Oh no. He looked around frantically, as if he would find Thor just by looking. What did that fool do to me? Gritting his teeth he painstakingly managed to sit up and swing his legs off the side of the bed. Of course he now realized just what had happened, but he couldn't quite believe it. His memories were so mixed up; sensations and raw emotions and colors and explosions bouncing around in his head like a wild bilgesnipe in a too small room. Slowly the memories pieced themselves together...

Thor. Thor was in so many of them; always there, always so near. But he also remembered that he had wanted Thor to be there. Helping him... And so much closeness, pain and pleasure, his skin flowing with his magic, but never staying. Loki jerked his hands up, staring at them. But... why not now? He touched the skin of his arms, confused. He felt... he felt... normal? How was it possible? The last few days - was it truly only a few days? - he couldn't be away from Thor for even a moment without feeling like he would break apart from the inside. And now...

Suddenly excited, Loki lifted a hand, then out of nowhere felt a surge of energy flow through the limb and out into the air. His heart jumped into his throat when a spark of green energy burst out of his fingers. A wide smile stretched across his face; not a sinister grin, but a genuine, honest display of happiness. He could almost cry - cry and laugh at the overwhelming feel of magic flowing through him.

How?! How is this possible? He couldn't stop smiling as he looked around, suddenly eager to share this with... with somebody. Where's Thor? he found himself asking. It didn't occur to him that he wasn't supposed to have his magic back.

He stood up, barely aware of the pain shooting through him. He looked to the far end of the cell and attempted to summon a duplicate of himself... with little success; although there was a flicker of an image. Hm. Not completely returned, then. But he continued smiling. Not yet, at least.

Before he could try again, a rush of footsteps resonated down the corridor. Loki barely registered that it was multiple footsteps, only eager to see Thor. Clearly the thunderer was the source of his returned magic.

"Thor!" Loki yelled excitedly as he stood before the doorway, before he even saw anyone approach. "Thor, I can't believe it, you-" But he stopped when he saw the All-father walking beside the blonde god, as well as two guards. His smile faded immediately as the sudden realization hit him.

"Brother!" Thor rushed into the cell.

"Thor!" Odin protested, but the thunderer didn't heed him, only looking his younger brother over with searching, worried hands.

"Loki..." said Thor. "Are you well, you look... You are standing."

The trickster nodded and didn't pull away from Thor's hand on his shoulder, although he couldn't tear his eyes away from the All-father. "Thor..." he whispered, leaning close. "What is happening? Why is the All-father here?" He couldn't help the slight tremble in his voice. No... he'll take away my magic again! Loki suddenly thought he'd rather die than have it taken away a second time. He now realized he had basically been living half a life ever since he had lost it - and Thor had brought it back; given him hope. He would die before Odin ever took it away again.

The All-father eyed the mischief god suspiciously. "Loki," he said, with some hesitation. The trickster continued staring at him, but said nothing. "Thor tells me..." he sighed, then dismissed the guards.

Well, that doesn't bode well, thought Loki. Did he... could Thor have told him? Although the thought of Odin knowing about Thor's possession of his magic scared him, the thought of him knowing what they had just done frightened him even more. He was no longer a son of Odin, but the All-father might take issue to his only son laying with the monstrous traitor of Asgard - no matter how that son regarded said traitor.

"Thor tells me," the All-father began again, "that your magic has somehow transferred to him. Is this true?"

Loki stared at him, then looked to Thor, then back at the All-father. 'Transferred to him'... Then he hasn't told Odin everything. Loki internally sighed in relief. Of course he hadn't told him everything! If he had, Odin would have arrived and yelled and fumed - at both of them, no doubt - and most likely would have added some unseemly punishment to Loki's current predicament. And suddenly Loki realized this was the only opportunity he would have to escape. His magic had returned to him - somehow - but it was only moments away from being strong enough to aid his escape. If Odin realized... if he recognized that Loki had suddenly regained it, he would stop him.

The trickster immediately turned to Thor, then made a small whining noise, which, sadly, was far too easy to do now. He swallowed his pride and widened his eyes and tilted his head down, looking forlornly at the thunderer.

Thor sighed and canted his head to the side. "Loki..." Odin said nothing, watching them. Thor looked to him, then back at the younger god. "Come here," he said, then pulled Loki into a tight embrace, obviously making certain to touch the nape of his neck with his bare hand.

Now, thought Loki, for the All-father. "Fath-" he swallowed and looked to the floor. "All-father, I-" Thor squeezed him a little in what he presumed was an encouraging gesture. He ignored the fact that it did in fact help a little. "I did not mean to..." he swallowed again. "It was not my intention to connect Thor to myself. I wasn't even aware of it until a few days ago."

Odin's one eye narrowed slightly at him. Please, please work... Loki was known as the god of lies, but the All-father was as good a manipulator and liar as he was, and clever in equal measure; perhaps even more so.

"Hm," he said finally. "And why did the two of you not come to me earlier when this problem presented itself?" At this he looked at both of them in turn, his penetrating gaze making them both nervous.

Thor gingerly looked to Loki, but said nothing. Coward, Loki thought, slightly amused; of course, being cautious in the face of the All-father was more prudence than anything. He quirked an awkward smile. "We... or rather, I was afraid you would... not allow him to return to me. I thought... I thought-" Thor rubbed his back in comfort. Loki held back a gasp at the sensation, then suddenly realized something. Something that might be very important. I have my magic back... but his touch still influences me. Why? He purposely gave Thor a glare to make him stop, which the thunderer did a moment later; he didn't want to start purring in front of the All-father. He was sure he'd die of shame, then.

"Well?" bellowed Odin.

Abruptly, and almost enough to make him stagger to the floor, a surge of magic passed through him, causing him to grimace and clutch at Thor.

"Loki?" Thor said in concern. "What is it?"

Loki's eyes widened and he realized the thunderer was holding his entire weight, his feet dragging. "Brother..." whispered Loki. "Let me go."

The blonde shook his head, "No, you cannot stand now, you are weak."

"Thor, please. I can stand." And to prove so Loki summoned as much energy as he could and planted his feet on the floor. Slowly, Thor let him go, stepping back, although he remained very close, hovering. "Thank you." Glancing at the All-father Loki couldn't help but let something show on his face, as Odin's one eye narrowed suddenly. Loki turned to Thor and said again, and with more feeling. "Brother. Thank you."

And he summoned every bit of power he could from his core and called upon the World Tree; pushing into the ether as the room began to fade. He heard Odin scream, 'Thor! Stop him, quickly!' before the image of his brother disappeared entirely.

A week had passed since Loki had disappeared, and Thor was slowly starting to understand what had happened. His father and mother were confused, however, and when Thor prodded for theories the All-father might have - not wanting to tell all that had occurred - he finally understood what might have happened. Odin had said that Loki's skin was both absorbing and repelling his own magic through Thor's touch. Magic understands intent, and Thor simply didn't know how to wield it properly, which was why only his touch mattered. The All-father also explained that the only way Loki might have regained his magic was if Thor had somehow managed to penetrate the barrier of Loki's core, which Loki instinctively protected. It was a way for sorcerers to prevent outside magic-users from attacking and corrupting their own magic; that he no longer had his magic didn't matter. In essence, Thor would have had to force his way passed Loki's natural defenses, which was next to impossible... or so the All-father had said. With that explanation, Thor had quickly dismissed himself, suddenly uncomfortable with the subject. He wasn't about to explain that that might actually explain exactly what had happened.

And exactly a week and one day later since his escape, Thor found Loki in his chambers, reading a book, waiting. Thor closed the doors behind him, then approached the seated trickster slowly, very confused.

"Loki?"

The trickster looked up. "Ah, Thor," he said simply, as if there was nothing strange about his presence here. He closed the book and set it on a table nearby, then stood up.

He wore a new leather outfit and his hair was shorter, but he looked much the same as when he left: calm, non-confrontational, and fortunately, not angry. Thor felt relief at this, afraid his younger brother might be angry at what he had done to him - for him; it had been Loki's idea, had it not?

"Loki," he said again, then stopped a few steps away. "Are you," Thor looked behind him then back to Loki. "What are you doing here?"

"Why?" asked Loki plainly. "Concerned for my well-being - that the guards might find me here? Or were you simply tired of me and glad I whisked myself away?"

Thor frowned. "No, brother, I was just..." He sighed. "The first...of course the first. How can you think anything else?"

"Oh?" the trickster raised a brow. "But surely you have orders to capture me should I show my face again?"

The older god nodded. "Of course."

"And?"

He shrugged. "I could try to capture you, but you could teleport yourself away before I did anything. Why should I waste the effort?"

Although he eyed Thor suspiciously for a moment, a smirk crossed Loki's lips as he waved a finger. "You've been exposed to my dark influences for far too long, brother. I'm afraid the All-father will not be pleased at that." And before Thor even knew what was happening Loki crossed the short distance and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Loki-" Thor blurted out, uncertain what to do.

Several moments passed and neither moved. Loki remained where he was and Thor stood rigidly, still disbelieving of what was happening. A large part of him had resigned to the fact that he might not ever see his brother again, that he would have to learn to cope. But here he was, in his arms, embracing him - and voluntarily. An unfortunate thought suddenly occurred to him.

"Brother," said Thor, sighing in disappointment. "Again?"

"Hm?" Loki settled against his chest.

He pulled the younger off a little, enough to see his face. "Your magic, I thought it left me for you. Has it- is it happening again?"

Loki frowned. "You believe... You think I'm embracing you because of that?"

The thunder god nodded, raising a brow. "Are you not?"

The trickster's shoulders slumped. "You know me too well, thunderer." Even so, Thor suddenly felt a smile spread across his face. "What are you smiling at?" asked Loki suspiciously.

"It means you have to stay with me."

Loki rolled his eyes. "Don't start pulling off my clothes already, brother, it's not quite the same as last time."

Thor grimaced and pushed Loki away. "Loki, why must you say it like... like that. I don't need the reminder."

"Then why were you smiling? How terribly inappropriate, my dear big brother," he grinned through wicked white teeth.

Thor pushed him with a finger, "Stop that." But he smiled back. "You know I hate that smile."

"Then embrace me if you don't want to endure my charming smile." He spread his arms, waiting, somehow mockingly.

Thor shook his head and obstinately crossed his arms. "And just what is your problem this time? If I have to repeat what I did last time, I'm afraid I will have to get father-"

"No, no," said Loki. "There's no need... I hope," he added with a slight grimace. Thor narrowed his eyes. "But truly, Thor. I don't believe that will be necessary."

"Then what?"

The trickster sighed and dropped his head. "It seems... when you..." he grimaced fiercely this time, and avoided Thor's gaze. "When you," he took a deep breath and looked around the room, "when you released into me, it apparently... um..." His eyes darted to Thor, who felt himself rooted to the spot, unsure what to do. "Well, needless to say, you made an impression on... my-" He grit his teeth. "It seems my body absorbed...it."

On some level Thor found this entire conversation extremely amusing. He could count on one hand how many times Loki had stumbled for words, and almost all of those times had been since this entire ordeal had started. Loki was also never squeamish about... well, anything. Although people - who knew nothing about him - often mistook him for the innocent younger brother of the loud and boisterous thunder god, the truth was, Loki was far more lascivious than he ever let on. Thor suspected he purposely cultivated the façade of naiveté, although he wasn't certain why he would want to.

So Thor smiled. Again.

Loki tilted his head, staring at him. "Now what are you smiling at? You scare me sometimes, Thor."

"Father already explained how it might have happened." Loki's eyes widened comically. "How you might have regained your magic." Even more comically, the trickster's face was turning a shade of red that Thor hadn't seen on him in quite a while.

He inhaled sharply. "You- you told him?!"

Thor walked forward and clapped his brother hard on the back, causing him to stumble. "No!" he purposely answered loudly. Loki turned his head to him, mouth open. Thor smiled wider and leaned in. "Of course I didn't tell him. Do you think me a fool?" But before Loki could speak he continued, "Don't answer that," he pointed. "I simply asked how it might have happened, Loki. Don't worry." He clapped the younger's back a few more times.

Amusingly, the trickster god's shoulders slumped in relief.

And again, Thor was caught off-guard by Loki nearly lunging at him for a hug. Thor laughed but returned the gesture, kissing the other's forehead. After a few minutes passed he slipped a hand into Loki's armor to rub at his back. To his mischievous glee, Loki immediately started purring again, and Thor couldn't help but chuckle - perhaps a little too loudly.

"Thor!" Loki suddenly screamed angrily. "I'm going to kill you!"

But the trickster was laughing the next moment when he pushed Thor away, then jumped on him as the two wrestled on the floor.

O - O

Loki never stayed with Thor but returned frequently. Thor told himself that he was keeping him out of trouble, that he would have no time to scheme or plot if he was constantly glued to his side. He suspected their parents knew of the visits, but nothing was said, and nothing needed to be. It almost felt like being a family again.

The End

A/N: All's well that ends well, as they say. Yeah, it's a fluffy ending, just had to go there. ;) I do hope you've enjoyed this three-shot, it was certainly fun to write! ^^