A/N: Hello beloved people! Since you've asked me to do another chapter, here we go! Remember, Loki is now to be imprisioned. But what may happen in his cell?

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- I am not done with you brother... - he bit his lower lip.

Loki felt his loins start to heat up again.

- Neither am I... - he narrowed his eyes.

-x-

After a long hour of bathing and uncounsciously lusting after his little brother, Thor got his hands busy and found his lust being matched by a lithe body, traveling to the most marvelous places, driving him to the edge many times.

Now they had to go. Allfather would be waiting and possibly already impatient with the delay. Frigga had helped them hide in Thor's chamber with a simple spell, but now there was nothing she could do.

- We must go, brother... - Thor mumbled sadly, but firmly.

Loki was still dripping wet from the bath and even sticky with his brother's cum. He finished washing himself after Thor got up and dressed. They had done it. They had finally given in to their lust, to their love.

- I know... - was the snarky response.

The afterglow was over a few minutes ago and Loki's mind was starting to twist and fade again, the dark edges of his heart cripping in, crushing his happiness. He remembered that now Thor would take him to Odin and that he would suffer the consequences of his acts. He was afraid, even though he wouldn't admitt, of what his... father? could do to him.

Thor's arms were around him in one second, warm and strong, holding him in place, casting away the shadows that threatened to pin him down.

- No need to worry, brother. I've arranged your punishment with father. - Thor smiled into his ear, lovingly, blowing hot breath that made Loki shiver from head to toe.

It's amazing how he seems to read my thoughts, Loki wondered. His alabaster skin quivering and getting warmer every minute from Thor's embrace.

- And how is that? - he inquired, leaning back against his brother's rigid chest.

- Well, I talked to him and suggested that we might lock you up in a cell and leave you there for the rest of your days. - Thor sounded triumphant.

Loki sneered, releasing himself from Thor's arms to look back at his dark blue eyes.

- WHAT? - he was incredulous.

That was nowhere near the treatment he was expecting from Thor, from Frigga! To be locked up like an animal!

- Brother, - Thor argued - there was no other way... Besides, father wanted to decapitate you, I talked him out of it. In a cell you'll be safe and comfortable.

- NEVER! LET HIM DECOLLATE ME, I DON'T CARE! I'LL NEVER BE LOCKED UP LIKE A BEAST!

Loki was now trembling furiously, his teeth gritted in anger. How could Thor do that to him and still think it was the best?

- It's not a cage! - Thor pleaded, throwing his hands in the air - It's simply a room where you'll have your books, your bed and even a clear view outside. It's like your chambers!

Loki reconsidered it for a while, fists still clenched at his sides, eyes red with rage. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad, but he was a beast afterall, wasn't he? Of course Odin had agreed to that. He would never have a Jotun walking around his palace freely. Not after what he had done. And he had to cope, what else could he do?

- Whatever...

Thor sighed relieved. He wouldn't be able to help Loki when it came to the Allfather, but he had done his best to make him comfortable. He came closer, cupping Loki's face with one hand, running his thumb across that bony jawline. His brother was the most beautiful creature he had every laid eyes on.

- What? - Loki snapped, raising his eyes to meet Thor's with an infuriating slowness. It seemed almost as if he was teasing.

- You're beautiful. - he answered simply, the sweetest of smiles forming in his meaty lips.

Loki had no time to answer because Thor's mouth was already on his, kissing gently, feather light lips, so warm, so familiar. He kissed back powerless, his body responding so eagerly that he couldn't fight it.

The worst part was over, the beginning, testing the waters with his big oaf, was finally over and now both could rejoyce on each other's company, on their mutual and infinite affection. Loki remembered how many times he had been jelous of Thor, how many times he wished he could destroy him so Thor would notice his presence, so he would need Loki's aid.

Jelousy was a dangerous feeling and it filled Loki's soul 'till every fiber, every dark corner, and it had made him do tenebrous things. Jealousy was the monster inhabitting his heart and every cell of his body. He could never accept, when they were young, that Thor was interested in other people, that his big brother had other friends and was not always in his company. He dreaded the day Thor would find a companion and he would be cast out forever from his lover's life.

Now jealousy seemed like a stupid thing, so tiny and simple that it didn't even tickle him anymore. No, jealousy was behind him and the new demon possessing his body was much more vigorous, astute, keen. It was far more harmful than he could have anticipated.

Thor's lips had left his when he came back from his reveries, they were now tracing a sleek path down his throat, nipping and biting teasingly at the sensitive skin.

- We shouldn't be doing this, Thor... - he called hazily, but his eyelids were already shut.

Such a terrible effect Thor's lips had on him... always moist and demanding. He had no success trying to get rid of Thor's arms around his waist, trying to escape the iron grip on his chin, so he simply melted into it, shamefully and carelessly.

Thor, as aloof as he seemed, was also helpless when it came to Loki's charms. He found himself already panting and breathless, his body heated. He was becoming hard again and that was all Loki's fault for having such a sweet taste.

He broke away, remembering bitterly that Odin would be waiting and his anger would only grow thicker with their delay.

Loki was somewhat surprised with his brother's actions. He was expecting another round, to be fair.

- I'm sorry... but I really must take you now.

Their eyes fell to the floor, both mouths filling up with a poisonous hate. It would dig a hole so deep in Thor's chest to hand over his brother to pain and suffering... but Loki could expect nothing less.

Silent, Loki got dressed and made his way back to the corridors with Thor by his side. The piercing metal of the chains bruising his wrists mercilessly. He couldn't remember feeling them sting so much before, but now not only they burned his ivory skin, they also wheighed heavier than ever.

They kept walking, quiet and bleakly through the golden walls, Loki recalled a much simpler time when he and Thor would play hide and seek and he longed for Thor to find him, so he used to leave clues. Thor wasn't much of a brainiac, so he had to help him out. He was eager to be found so Thor could claim his prize. Earlier in those years he didn't mind playing a maiden in Thor's arms, he didn't care if his big brother clamored a reward for winning the game.

He smiled at bittersweet memories that Thor would carry him around the palace, yelling to the four winds that he was to wed a fair maiden from a distant land, and Loki would screech and laugh in his arms, finding it funny that Thor would actually kiss him on the cheeks every now and then.

Maybe that was when he started loving Thor more than he should. Maybe right there was when Thor's lips meant something different to him, something much more intense.

That was over way too soon. Their games and plays, their looks and timid grins, their laughter and their love.

Loki knew they could never be like that again, because as they grew olded he became distant and cold, drifting apart from Thor whenever he noticed his brother had made a new acquaintence. He couldn't stand the joyfull smile on their faces, he detested the fact that Thor could smile without him, and he was only a shadow without his brother, like the lonely pale moon without the sun. It took him a long time to realise that sun and moon could not co-exist for they belonged to different worlds. So did Thor and he.

Thor brushed his hand softly against Loki's, never taking his eyes off the way. Loki blushed, unexpectedly. When he was about to say something they arrived to the throne room. Fear invading his veins and freezing him still.

- Good luck. - Thor muttered under his breath. - I'll come to see you in your cell, later today.

With that he desapeared and three guards took his place, attaching yet another set of chains to those Loki had already clamped to his wrists. He was now fully chained, from hands to anckles and even to his hips.

There was no guarantee that Odin would keep his promise.

I just hope this doesn't take long, he thought, suddenly tired. His limbs feeling heavy and limp. I just hope I get to see Thor again.

-x-

Thankfully, already locked up in his glass cell, Loki rested peacefully on his mattress. It wasn't a bed as Thor had promised, but it wasn't that bad either.

He reclined his head on the soft pillow, remembering Odin's words. He was always so cruel to him, ever since he was a child.

*flashback*

- Father! Father! - Loki came in yelleing joyfully, a greenish falme crepting in his tiny palm. - Look what mother taught me!

Odin was sitting quietly on the golden throne, one single eye lost in some vision Loki couldn't share.

- Father... - he called again, coming closer to where his father sat.

- What is it? - Odin answered in a thunder voice.

It always made Loki shiver in fear. Even so he was way too excited to step back now.

- Look! - he said again, stretching his chubby little hand in order to show his father the flame that would not burn, but simply glisten and shine glamorously.

Odin didn't utter a single word. His evil eye fell onto Loki's flame with a prickly expression. That's not how men do in Asgard, he thought. That's not what Frigga should be teaching him.

- Go find your brother and have him teach you some battle moves... - he trailed off, returning his eye to the door, ignoring his son completely.

Loki's smile shreded into a thousand pieces. He would never be good enough for Odin. Never good enough for Asgard.

*end of flashback*

That was how everything started for him. The whole "unwanted" thing wasn't new, so being locked up now was simply expected, if he remembered correctly.

Hours had passed since he last saw Thor and his heart sank to his stomach painfully. Their bath together seemed to have happened ages ago, maybe even in another lifetime. That was how Thor's loved seemed to him, always.

He took one slender finger to his lips, tracing the ghost of their kiss longinly. Why Thor couldn't have told him before? Everything would have been so different... Maybe they would be ruling Asgard together now. No. Odin would never permit it, no matter how much Thor asked for it.

Lost in wonder he failed to notice when heavy steps came closer to his cell.

- Are you comfortable? - another thunder voice asked, one he knew way too well.

His emerald eyes shot open as he stood up from the bed, curious and wanting. What he saw was absurdly soothing. Thor in a dark blue cloak, his blonde strands falling peacefully down to his broad shoulders. They were combed and tidy. He had the sweetest of smiles in his lips, which caused Loki to quiver.

- Barely... - was the snarky response.

Thor knew he wouldn't get a friendly welcome, or cheers or even a truthful smile, not from Loki.

- I did my best.

His smile fainted, a worried frown decorating his tanned features. He did not want Loki to suffer and watching him imprisioned in that cell, as he had said "like a beast", was overwhelmingly heartbreaking.

He stepped forward, trespassing the golden web easily and entering the cell. Loki had no idea how he could do it.

- I'm sorry, brother. - Thor confessed timidly, his eyes falling to the floor.

- No need to be. - he answered coldly.

Loki turned the other way for he could not stand such display of tenderness.

He had seen you without your mask, he repeated in his head, he knows who you truly are, so stop treating him like the scum of Asgard. You're the scum, not him.

Thor aproached, his large steps echoing inside that chamber like the thunder he summoned with his hammer.

With a swift swirl of his hand, Loki covered his brother's presence. For whomever looked from outside they would see a quiet Loki sitting absently on his bed, reading a thick book. He did not wish for others to participate in their show.

- Tell me, brother... - Loki started sarcastically - How is your pet doing, down on Midgard?

He couldn't help himself, jelousy was there again, suffocating him, vanishing each kind thought he dared to think.

Thor grimaced, coming closer to him from behind. Loki froze in place.

- Jane is not my pet, but I do not wish to talk about her now. - he trailed off.

Loki couldn't see from where he stood, but Thor's lips were pressed in a thin line. He was used to Loki's jelousy and there was nothing he could do, but prove him wrong.

Thor placed a heavy hand on Loki's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before pulling him closer. He then engulfed his brother in a crushing hug, burying his face on Loki's raven hair and inhaling deep. Loki still smelled like his herbal soap.

- Get off me... - was the trickster's breathless response.

He managed to snake a hand around Loki's waist, pressing his body against his brother's intently.

- Stop thinking about things other than us. - Thor pleaded in a low voice.

Loki's eyelids felt heavy, but he resisted the impulse to close them.

- I would if you told me she's dead.

Thor groaned behind his ear, feeling anger pool in his chest. Jane was special to him, but his sentiment for her was nowhere near what he felt for Loki.

- She's not dead, nor would I want her to be. - he scowled.

Loki released himself from Thor's grip, turning around to face him with deadly envy in his eyes.

- But I would! - Loki sneered, clenching his fists.

- You wouldn't have to. - Thor argued patiently - She's just someone I met in a distant time. She means nothing, Loki.

The trickster grinned wickedly, the monster withing his soul baring his teeth anxiously, he wanted to bite, to shred, to draw blood.

- THEN WHY WOULD YOU COME DOWN TO EARTH TO PROTECT HER? TO PROTECT HER KIND, HER HOME?

He was trembling furiously now, eyes red with rage. He was wrong. Jealousy was not something simple, nor trivial. Jealousy was the pilar in which his monster had built his lair upon. Jealousy was thick and poisonous and it had him choking in hatred.

Thor forced Loki to look at him, clamping his chin, as he always would, trying desperately to dissolve that rage, to ease his way into Loki's heart once again.

- I did it for Midgard, for the human race, not for her. - he explained calmly. - I did it because no realm deserves to be destroyed, crashed, killed.

Thor knew Loki's lust for power was bigger than he could manage, but he also knew Loki's reasons for such shamefull actions. He wanted Thor to come look for him, he wanted attention and he got it.

Once more he aproached Loki, cupping his neck with a fervent hold.

- Can't you see it, brother? - he asked in a husky tone.

Loki narrowed his eyes in doubt.

- See what? - he snapped.

- That none of this matters, that Midgard, and Jane, and any other person who ever crossed my way, they are little birds singing along with the beautiful melody that is life. But to me, dear brother, you are the melody.

Loki's eyes widened defeated, his heart beating so fast he was afraid it might fly out of his chest.

- Wha-... - he tried to say, my words were too scarce for that kind of feeling.

Thor leaned in, brushing his nose to Loki's in a playfull way, then he kissed him, long and sweet, until their breaths were lost in a faint flutter of a butterfly's wings.

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A/N: Sorry for the non-sexual content, babies, but I felt like they needde a bit of love and fluff just this once. I promise next chapter will continue with a much more heated plot! Hope you liked it!