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It used to be quite the event when an envoy from Asgard came to Jotunheim. It used to be carefully planned, guards selected for their skills at protection on both sides, stilted conversation, everything very awkward.
But things were getting better now. Queen Frigga would now drop in fairly often to discuss trade and inter-realm business with Consort Farbauti, often not even staying for an official dinner. They were becoming cordial, friendly even despite the tension that still bubbled between their lands. People who knew about these things said it was in their polite conversations that real change was made and not in the less frequent meetings between their spouses.
In the interest of building bridges for the future, sometimes Frigga would bring along her son Thor, a nice enough young man, though most people couldn't imagine him and the prince of Jotunheim closest to him in age and size getting along. Loki was scholarly, a solitary student of magic where Thor was outdoorsy and sociable. But they were obliged to spend a lot of time together while their mothers discussed matters of state. They must have found ways to make conversation. Or perhaps they played at dice or cards.
And so when Frigga arrived for an afternoon of talks with a bored-looking Thor in tow, he was dutifully taken along to Loki's chambers, the door opening to Loki's equally bored face.
"Oh, was this today?" Loki asked, dressed decidedly too casually for a state visit, a draping robe with the daring low neckline that was currently fashionable. "I'd forgotten. Right, come in, I suppose."
"Can we get you anything, Prince Loki?" the accompanying guard asked, no doubt pitying him being forced into the Odinson's company once again.
"No, not yet. I've already eaten and I have enough refreshments for us. Thank you."
He closed the door, laying his hand over the lock, sealing it shut in a subtle glow of green light, tendrils of magic flowing from his palm to prevent anyone hearing any sounds from within.
He was just finishing when Thor moved behind him, slipping his hands into his clothes right away, groping at his thighs with those delightfully warm, rough hands.
"Have you missed me?" he murmured against Loki's hair, groaning as he explored higher and discovered his lack of small clothes, every part of him easily accessible.
Loki slapped his hands away like he hadn't worn this outfit expressly to elicit that reaction, turning to face him wearing his best pout.
"So uncouth, Prince Thor," he said. "Have you truly been so starved of touch of late?"
"You know I touch none but you. No other has had any allure for me since I tasted your lips."
It was fun to play at being courtly lovers, but Loki had been dreaming of having his way with Thor since the last time they met, his body responding eagerly to his presence.
"How long do we have?" he asked.
"A while, I think. Mother was planning to spend all afternoon, maybe the early evening here."
"Mm. Good. That means I won't have to choose between activities, just what I want to do first."
Thor grinned at him, unbuckling his decorative armour and laying it on Loki's chaise, his eyes already starting to darken.
"Well, as always, I am at your disposal, however you want me."
He did love to please, loved to transport Loki to the heights of ecstasy, practically worshipped his body. The admiration was entirely mutual, but Loki would be lying if he said he didn't love being so openly desired.
Well... openly desired in private anyway. They'd be in terrible trouble if anyone ever found out about these little trysts and so they made efforts to be discreet.
"I have had a very specific thought since last we met," he said, helping Thor remove his shirt and touching his chest with casual ease.
"Name it."
Loki pulled him closer by the waistband of his trousers, eager for closeness, knowing that Thor would immediately touch him just as he wished.
"Do you remember midsummer night?" he asked. "The festival in Asgard?"
"How could I forget? You came to visit us, looking so beautiful in yellow, like the sun, and after the festivities, you came to my bed. I've still no idea how you weren't caught."
"And what did I do when I got there?"
"You filled me up. Different realm, different positions, you said."
"Will you let me do that again? You enjoyed it, I thought, but you haven't mentioned it since. If you don't like it, we'll say no more about it, of course."
Thor's very breath sounded aroused, grinding forward.
"I loved it. The way you moved, the feeling of you inside me... I have dreamed of it, over and over. I just didn't wish to deny your sweet little cunt if you wished for me to please you like that."
"Oh, I shall have that too," Loki said. "I'll make you spill with my cock in your arse and again as I ride you and in between times perhaps you can think of something else to make me moan. We have time."
Thor looked like his name day had come early as he pulled Loki into the first of many filthy kisses.
***
Farbauti had already been chilling the wine for some time when Frigga finally appeared, sighing heavily as she entered the royal family's private salon.
"That bad?" he asked.
"The time that boy spends in the bathroom when he knows we're coming here... He scrubs every inch of his skin, has to style his hair just so, but it's not because he cares, of course. I may have to start telling him we're leaving an hour earlier than we are just to make sure he's ready on time."
Farbauti poured her a glass, small by Jotun standards but rather large in Asgard, nudging it towards her usual chair - not a high-backed formal piece of furniture but the most comfortable of couches, magically warmed from within so Frigga could take off her shoes and lounge properly.
"Loki is exactly the same," he said. "I say you're coming and he very, very carefully doesn't ask about Thor at all and then after about three days he's in such a state that I finally put him out of his misery and mention that Thor will come and suddenly he's out getting a new outfit for no reason at all... Honestly, I doubt they notice half of what the other does in efforts to impress."
"But it's nice that they do try. A good sign. We just need them to find something more emotional than physical, I think. Anyway, cheers."
A clink of glasses and then they could finally get down to having some relaxation away from all their responsibilities.
***
Thor looked wonderful kneeling on his sheets. He had his face against the pillow, his backside angled up, smiling as he waited for Loki to climb onto the bed.
Maybe next time they did this, he'd use his fingers to loosen Thor's hole, but he was still new to it. Magic was more reliable, dependable, a simple spell he'd adapted from medical texts to relax certain muscles and generate sufficient slickening, leaving Thor instantly ready and already moaning.
"Feeling alright still?" Loki asked, crawling towards him.
"Mm-hm. It's an unusual sensation, but not unpleasant. And I know what's coming next."
"Do you now?"
Just to surprise him, he leant forward and grazed Thor's buttock with his teeth, a play bite just to make him gasp before he seized two ample handfuls of pale pink flesh, squeezing and drawing his cheeks apart.
"Mmm," he sighed. "You look delicious like this. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
Loki slipped his cock into his cleft, rocking forwards a few times, teasing them both.
"Are you sure?"
"Loki, come on. We've got time, but not eternity. I'd hate to have to rush anything later on."
It was a transparent bit of bargaining, but then again they had both waited long enough, Loki lining up and pressing, watching as Thor's body stretched and yielded to him, the contrast between Thor's skin and the deep purple of his own cock. A steady glide, pushing and pushing until he could push no more, hearing Thor's deep inhale.
"Oh, so good," he murmured. "So good for me, Thor, so warm inside. Mm, taking all of it so well. Anyone would think you'd done this a lot more often than only twice. Could it be that the crown prince of Asgard is a secret slut?"
Thor laughed, ever ready for a playful debate, even while being fucked, apparently.
"Excuse me, you're the one who jumped me the first time," he said.
"I was bored," Loki said, starting to give him little thrusts, barely moving really. "And you weren't exactly complaining."
"You suggested passing the time by sucking each other's cocks, of course I wasn't complaining. Mm, that's nice."
Yes, he had done that. One too many awkward pauses and he'd said it out of frustration and Thor had thought it was a joke, a trick, but suddenly Loki was overwhelmed by desire to fulfil such a forbidden notion, getting out of his chair and kneeling down to draw out Thor's length.
The moment he held it, felt the heft of it, he knew he wanted Thor to fuck him every possible way, a wish that was only firmed by the enthusiasm with which Thor repaid the compliment, licking from his cunt up to the head of his cock like he'd never tasted anything better.
And from then on, he'd learned that Thor was reasonable company, even if he did like him best when they were both at least partially undressed.
"Reach back and hold yourself open for me," he said. "Maybe you're not a slut, but you can look like one."
"Only for you," Thor said, obediently grasping his own arse, giving Loki the perfect view of his cock plunging into him.
He was properly drawing back now, long and slow, deep strokes that had Thor moaning quietly.
"Would you like to hear how good you look like this? Your tight hole stretching for me? So good. So beautiful like this."
Maybe they both liked the praise, Thor starting to rock back a little even though he had almost no leverage.
"Can I go a little harder?" Loki asked. "You can brace yourself on your hands if that's easier."
"Yes, please," Thor said. "Mm, your cock feels incredible. Fills me up just enough, perfectly."
That was magical preparation's help rather than skill on his part, but he'd take the compliment, starting to snap his hips more firmly.
"I want to hear all your moans though," he said, his breathing growing heavy. "You don't get to have mine and not give yours too. I want to hear exactly how much you love this."
With a bit of experimentation, he found a good angle, Thor crying out and letting out something like a laugh, like he was surprised he could feel so good.
"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, there... Oh, fuck, harder."
"Are you sure you can handle it?"
"That sounds like a challenge."
And Thor did so love a challenge, always wanting to impress. It was something Loki rather liked but also found moderately aggravating. And he thought Thor knew that and liked to rile him up.
Norns, he wished he didn't like being riled up so much...
Gripping Thor's hips, he stopped holding back, properly using his strength. Everyone thought he was so small, so delicate, but with Thor he wasn't just able to be strong but encouraged to show it. Which wasn't to say he didn't sometimes enjoy playing the dainty, spoiled prince who needed to be cosseted and fussed over, but it was nice to have options.
Thor's moans were almost growls, not pained or uncomfortable but wild, his whole body shaking with each of Loki's thrusts, forcing his way onto his hands so he could reach a hand under his body and stroke his own cock.
"I won't... Oh... I won't stop if you finish before me," Loki panted.
"You're nearly there," Thor gasped back. "I can hear it."
Trying not to was pointless, and besides this was the first of a few times today probably, so Loki chased his pleasure in the heat and tightness of Thor's body.
"Oh, you're so sweet like this," he muttered. "Mm, I should bend you over more often."
Thor moaned openly, his body beginning to clench, growing close.
"Yes, yes, that's it. That's it, let yourself go while I'm fucking you. I want to feel it, let me feel how much you love my cock, let me spill in your tight little arse."
A final cry and he knew Thor was done, his body rippling and shaking, only a few more thrusts before Loki joined him, making sure he got all his spend inside. He wouldn't make Thor go home dripping, but maybe for an hour or two.
Breathing hard, Thor rolled over, inviting Loki into his arms to recover a little.
"Any time you want to do that again, just let me know," he said. "Mmm... I'll be feeling that for days. And I fear I might need a little while before I'm able to, uh... perform again, as it were."
"Refreshment, I think," Loki said, indulging in cuddles for just a moment. "And, well... I have an idea that will please me very much, don't know about you..."
"Mm-hm? And what's that?"
"Well... You have a very talented tongue, Odinson. I dare say you can get me very, very wet for when your cock is ready to stand to attention. Get me all purring and needy and loose and then you can have your wicked way with me."
He practically saw Thor's pupils dilate a little.
"I could probably be convinced to do that."
***
"So Laufey has this idea about the chairs," Farbauti said, lying back with finest Asgardian healing balm on his face.
"The crystal ones?" Frigga asked.
It had been her turn to bring the relaxing skin treatments and she had really outdone herself. Cooling, soothing, slightly softening... It made no difference to appearance other than maybe improving signs of tiredness, but it felt nice.
"Exactly. They're very old and precious but over the years, with three children, there have been occasional accidents and a few have cracks in them and I keep saying that we ought to just get a professional in to look at them but no, no, he insists that as they were the work of his great-great-great grandparents, he can fix them. I assume he means magically even though a proper crystal repair would be so much more long lasting."
"Let him try his idea first and don't crow too much if it goes wrong. Maybe he'll manage it, maybe he'll do a wonderful job."
A sip of wine, properly stretched out on a neighbouring chaise, Farbauti considered that.
"Perhaps you're right. You're so wonderfully patient. I wish that was more in my nature."
"Well, try living in Asgard for a few millenia. I love them, but they are like a realm of unstoppable forces sometimes. You've got to just flow with it and hope you can nudge things in the right direction at just the right time."
"So when are you going to tell Odin about arranging the boys' marriage?"
"Well, I'm rather hoping that I won't have to. I'm hoping Thor will suggest it, have something of a fight and then I'll gradually talk Odin round in a way that ideally won't show my hand in it. What's your plan with Laufey?"
"Laufey knows, he just thinks we're still working out the details. Loki will be the issue; he would never suggest such a thing. In fact, he's so contrary that he'll pretend he doesn't want it even if he does. I might just... make him aware of some of the other options and trust that he recognises when he has a good thing going, or at least a passionate thing. But it can wait a while, can't it?"
"Oh, yes," Frigga said, calling over the salver of fresh fruit from Vanaheim with a wave of her fingers. "It can definitely wait."
***
Loki feigned a yawn, delicately covering his mouth with the back of one hand, a goblet of water held loosely in the other. He was leaning against all his many pillows, nude and imperious, his legs spread wide to be pleasured. And, as usual, Thor was being very, very attentive indeed.
But it wouldn't do to praise his efforts too much too soon...
"This is so relaxing," he said. "Mm... Oh, I might just have a little nap."
Thor made an annoyed little grunt, fully aware of what he was doing. Trying to bully him into trying harder, even while he was practically rocking his hips up towards Thor's mouth. He just... He did very interesting things with his tongue, setting Loki steadily but firmly on the path towards another climax.
And the view... Thor's beautiful golden hair between his thighs, his naked back, his behind still shining from earlier activities... It gave him such a sensation of power.
Gently, Thor eased his hips up for a better angle, properly licking into him with pointed little flicks of his tongue, so incredibly intimate that he couldn't help but gasp for real, letting out a few little moans. A little reward for effort.
Eventually, he was obliged to put his water safely on his nightstand, reaching down to hold Thor's head in place, exactly where he wanted him, properly arching up to meet his attentions, feeling his toes curling as he finally reached a long, drawn out peak. He didn't spill, although his cock was thickening up again, a different kind of pleasure, and then Thor looked up at him with smouldering eyes, wiping his mouth, his voice almost rough with desire.
"Think you're wet enough for me?" he asked.
Loki nodded, biting his lips, gasping as Thor dragged him down the bed and onto his cock in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt right away with a hungry moan.
"Is that what you need?" Loki breathed, his sensitive flesh lighting up with almost too much sensation. "Need to feel my cunt all wet and ready for you? Hm? You love it don't you?"
Thor's chest was heaving, the very picture of pleasure.
"Yeah," he said. "Yes, Loki."
"Mm... Well, go on, then."
He pretended he didn't absolutely adore this, didn't love the attention and the feeling of having gone far, far too far and still wanting to go further. He'd be recovering for days with any luck.
But it was more than just the physical enjoyment if he was honest. It was the way he could trust Thor to let him test his limits. Thor would let him push and push and would always ask, always make sure he was alright too. In a realm that saw him as either a burden or as something dangerously fragile, he loved being able to be out of control without ever actually being out of control.
And he knew how Thor was considered so handsome and so eligible and so fair and steady by all the other realms and sometimes he just wanted to climb a mountain and yell out to the whole universe that he had a connection with Thor Odinson that they could never dream of.
And he didn't think that he was just a notch on the bed post for Thor. Yes, he was a voracious partner who would play just rough enough with him, but there was a tenderness to him too, a gentleness. He enjoyed their affair for what it was and because he had respect, Loki thought.
Of course, he wasn't so ridiculous as to think he was in love or anything, not when they saw each other so infrequently, but he would feel regret should their fun ever have to end.
Ooh, fuck, and he'd regret never having Thor's cock again.
***
"How long did it take you to fall in love with Laufey?" Frigga asked, conjuring peaceful swirling lights like she was painting.
"Oh, centuries. I liked him well enough, but we had only met three or four times before we were married. My family lands are rather far from the capital. I believe that love can grow, when all parties are willing, but... Yes, I confess it was only when Helblindi was born and I saw Laufey as a parent that I began to realise how I felt for him. We can't all be love matches like you and Odin."
"No. I just worry."
"I know," Farbauti said, joining her in peaceful illusion magic, like their own private aurora. "But if I truly thought this idea would make them unhappy, I wouldn't pursue it. Loki hides his feelings well, but he is always relaxed and happy after seeing Thor, excited when he knows he is coming."
"Well... much as I pretend I don't know about it, I fear that might be more to do with other activities they get up to when they're alone. I'm just glad that I know for a fact that Thor takes precautions or I fear I would end up a grandmother rather sooner than I feel ready to be one."
"Loki definitely thinks that I don't know but his contraceptive spells are strong enough to set your teeth on edge. But, yes, I'd rather they were safe. Still, I've known relationships built on worse things. And in that, at least, they clearly have... interests in common."
"That's certainly one way of putting it. How much longer should we give them? Half an hour?"
"Three quarters, I think. I've had a delightful drink imported from Alfheim. They make it from some kind of Midgardian bean, apparently, and it's somehow bitter and delicious at the same time, especially with foamed milk."
***
Loki had absolutely no idea how he'd ended up doing as much work as he was, but somewhere along the lines Thor had flipped them and now he was sitting astride him moving almost in a frenzy, his brain delightfully empty as he rocked his hips back and forth, gasping for breath. It was just so wonderful to bounce on Thor's cock, more or less using it as a tool for his pleasure, especially with Thor gripping him, adding his strength.
He was going to burst... Surely he was going to shatter, explode with the need to spill and yet he couldn't bear to because then it would be over, this delicious balance on the edge would tip over...
"Loki," Thor panted. "Oh, Loki, Loki..."
The merest few strokes of his hand had Loki crying out, shaking, writhing on Thor's cock, falling into his arms.
"Finish," he said as Thor kissed his face. "Keep going, I can take it."
"Are you sure?"
"Mmm... I want to feel it, I want it all."
A moan, a kiss, rolling Loki onto his back and then a quick rhythm, little shallow thrusts, his breathing so loud, even words in his sighs.
"Darling," he was saying. "Oh, perfect, perfect..."
Which was far too romantic which was not allowed and so Loki turned sideways to nip at his ear with his teeth and help him with a little filth.
"Come on, Thor, spill within me. Let me feel how much you love my cunt. Give me every drop."
The first time they'd done this, he'd expected Thor to be more concerned, reassuring him afterwards that he wasn't at risk of pregnancy. And Thor had been moderately offended, saying that he would never, ever put someone at that kind of risk, that he took a preventative potion regularly.
Feeling that unmistakable rush, Loki thought idly that he wouldn't trust most people if they said that. But he trusted Thor. And he liked being held by him afterwards and caressed and kissed and having fingers run through his hair, all sticky and tired.
"Mm... Satisfied?" Thor asked.
"For now. And I suppose we ought to bathe quickly, get dressed and so on. Make ourselves presentable."
He could just magic them clean - had done it on previous occasions when time was short - but he liked taking Thor through to his washroom and bathing together. It was very intimate, peaceful, let him enjoy the sight of Thor's body even while his lust had been slaked.
And he'd learned that Thor was very good at washing hair, his fingers firm but gentle against his scalp.
"Loki?"
"Mm?"
"No, nothing."
"Thor..."
A slight sigh.
"You'll tell me I'm being too emotional, but... I just want you to know that I really do like you a lot."
"I know, I felt how much you like me, very deeply."
He was proving Thor's point, being flippant, refusing to even entertain the idea of there being any warm feelings between them, even of friendship.
"I don't expect you to feel anything in return," Thor said. "I just want you to know that I think you're extraordinary. Witty, intelligent, passionate..."
Closing his eyes, Loki tried to focus on sensation and not on awkwardness.
"It's not that I only want you for your physical attributes," he said. "I just don't see the point in letting anything further develop. After all, sooner or later we'll both probably be married off. Why risk your heart when we can just have fun?"
Thor carefully rinsed his hair for him, a cascade of warm water.
"I suppose you're right," he said.
Loki did use a spell to dry them, helping Thor rebuckle his armour, setting out cups on his table and sitting down like they'd just been talking all this time.
"I suppose I ought to have something to report that we spoke about," Loki said. "Any excursions recently?"
Even though he wasn't particularly fond of the outdoors and everything that came with it, he had to admit that Thor made camping trips sound fun. Lying out beneath the stars, waking with the birds, seeing the sunrise... He made it sound peaceful. Relaxing. Maybe it would be, if you could convince someone else to carry the tent and equipment for you.
And they gossiped of course about the new ambassador from Alfheim who was currently on a charm offensive through all trading realms and how everyone was deeply suspicious about what they actually wanted to discuss. Loki explained all about the crystal chairs that his father kept insisting he would repair any day now and how he might just do it himself and see if anyone noticed.
"I wish I had the talent you do," Thor said. "If you ever need anything struck by lightning or rained on, let me know, that's about all I can do."
"I'll keep an eye out. Any excuse to get you back here."
***
"We should get them to go on some kind of trip together," Farbauti said. "An afternoon is all very well, but being in close contact for a longer time... That will really tell us if we're on the right path."
"You could be right. You see someone as they truly are when you travel with them. Did you have anything particular in mind?"
"Well, Laufey and I have been invited to Hvergelmir for the Water Festival. We haven't attended for years, unfortunately. I trust you and Odin are also expected?"
"Indeed. But Odin is always so busy. We could surely take the boys instead."
"And they could share a room to make up for the inconvenience."
Frigga nodded slowly.
"That could work. Take them both out of their comfort zones, have the stress of travelling, having to share a space... And if it turns out they're not suited in that kind of environment then we find out now."
"And they have hot springs and salt treatments and all manner of things that are better with a friend."
"Well, that settles it, then. You reply and I'll present it to Odin as a neat solution and something fun for Thor. He won't know about the rooming arrangements until after the fact."
"Would he object?"
"I don't think so, but he'd work out that there was something else going on and, bless him, I fear finding out that Thor has been having an affair with the third prince of Jotunheim for over a year now without warning might push him into one of his restorative sleeps."
Farbauti laughed.
"Oh, I think if and when Laufey finds out, he'll wish he could sleep off the shock. Anyway, I suppose you'd better collect Thor if you're going to get home in time for dinner. I'll confirm Hvergelmir as soon as I can."
"I look forward to it."
Frigga accompanied the guards along to Loki's chambers, faintly sensing the door being magically unlocked after the knock, the two young men looking conspicuously innocent.
"Good afternoon, Loki. I'm afraid we have to depart. I trust you had a nice chat?"
"Yes, your majesty. Thor was telling me all about his trip to the north of Asgard. It sounds like a fascinating landscape."
"You should visit some time. And please, call me Frigga. Come along, Thor."
They shook hands, nodding to each other, going through the motions of diplomatic meetings ending. If you didn't know Thor well, if you couldn't see the little blush on his cheeks, the way he held on just a little too long, if you didn't notice the way Loki batted his eyelashes, you might even believe them.
"Mother," Thor said cautiously as they made their way towards the melted snow where the Bifrost had delivered them. "Have you and father ever thought of... marrying me off somewhere?"
"Well, we haven't discussed it in detail, but we like to hope that eventually we'll find a suitable match for you. What's brought this on?"
"Oh... Oh, no reason."
Frigga smiled to herself and called for Heimdall.