"Loki, stop this."

Loki had Thor on his knees, naked as the day he was born, completely restrained.

It had been one week since Thor's little brother was retrieved, entirely against his will— like the humiliation of being back was unbearable. He was a complex creature, uncertain exactly whether he loved or despised, confused to the point of devastation with his own rigid denial.

He couldn't bear the sight of Thor, his greatest relief in departing had been the prospect of not having to endure his presence, and it pained him in the most satisfying way.

Loki's eyes were intense, he glared heartlessly down at his brother, he'd got him restrained in a brace of frost and ice. To ask what do you hope to accomplish was pointless, so Thor didn't, he struggled uselessly to break the binds, which had Loki's mouth inch in a hint of a smile.

"I truly hate you,"

Loki said, and there was dark pleasure in saying so, the words tormented him even as he spoke, like they cut into his very flesh. His loathing came charged with all he'd endured in the means of shame, injustice and betrayal, he was furious with himself for emotion that threatened dangerously forth at the back of his throat.

"You don't mean that," Thor's voice came low. It had been a shock when first he'd learned how his brother had felt, and while some time had passed since then, it still were difficult to adjust to the notion. He'd given up the struggle, impassive now against humiliation. He gazed toward Loki as though granting him attention, the opportunity to have a go, if that was what he'd wanted so much.

Loki had been forbidden from leaving. He was in a great deal of trouble, and despised Thor for pleading their father for mercy on him. I would have you dead, he had told Thor, but I'd much rather have you suffer.

All right, Thor had resigned, have me suffer, then.

Loki wasn't stupid about it, either, that was the thing. He knew what he was doing in an unsettling way that you didn't exactly expect, you would realize he must really have carried a grudge for a very long time.

He was fully dressed, quietly dignified, staff directed just under Thor's chin, "Kiss my feet," he asked.

Thor huffed with sarcasm, letting out an inadvertent laugh. It made Loki stiffen, the staff directed harder under his chin, he glared in cold silence.

"You're not serious," Thor said, but Loki didn't laugh. "You heard what I said," he replied icily.

"I'm not doing that."

There came a jolt of pain, Thor had regretted telling their father to leave Loki under his care. He'd been certain he'd kept Loki and his weapon safely separated, but his brother was more clever than that; he'd found means to get it back, and found means to get Thor vulnerably restrained by the time he'd got up the next morning.

Thor had to inwardly admit, he had underestimated his baby brother after all.

"All right…!" he finally said, not because the frost shock hurt, which it had— but because he didn't wish for things to escalate. Still bound, he leaned forth, aware he couldn't reach Loki's feet from the way he was held.

Loki couldn't help himself; he let out a chuckle, Thor gazed up humorlessly under his hair.

"Very funny," he deadpanned, and Loki gazed down as with feigned compassion.

"Can't you reach them?" he asked, cocking his head as though somehow perplexed, he would teach his brother to patronize him, like he were a lost child and helpless to all the world.

Except that, in a sense, he was.

Thor didn't reply. Loki stepped closer, he gripped Thor by the hair and raised one foot to his face, pressing deliberately. Thor was very irritated by this point, but he kept a tight rein on his temper, aware he wasn't able to free himself from the binds with strength alone, and that his brother enjoyed watching him struggle.

He glared at Loki, dryly kissing his foot, aware nothing good would come of this and that it wouldn't end there.

Loki appeared delighted; however, he wasn't satisfied with this, there was so much pent anger in him he'd almost been mad by the prospect that Thor might think he'd redeemed himself by a gesture small as that. He watched Thor absently lick his lips after his foot was withdrawn, hair adhering disheveled to the side of his face.

His eyes were vivid blue, Loki was momentarily reminded of play-fighting together as children, he both envied and admired his brother—

He chastised himself in his mind for reminiscing on such idle things, he had sworn to himself never to make himself vulnerable.

"Now kiss the other," he said, forcing composure, voice brittle but stern. Thor sighed, having resigned himself that this was the game they were going to play. "You know I can't reach it," he said, and Loki stepped closer, and Thor gripped the fabric of his trousers between his teeth. He swung his head sideward hard, throwing Loki off balance, his brother fell toward him with none of the elegant grace of before.

He heard Loki gasp, as though for a moment he'd let down his guard, and as he fought to right himself, Thor leaned forth and kissed his mouth directly.

It was an unexpected gesture, Loki withdrew straight away, he stared like a deer at headlights, entirely horrified.

Thor snickered.

Loki scrambled for his staff, which had landed some feet away on the floor, he scooted backward as he directed it at his brother.

"I'm warning you…!" he said, "Don't anger me further…!"

"All right, all right," Thor smiled good-naturedly, he'd hold his hands in a gesture of peace if they weren't bound; he knew that with one shock of the staff, his smile would vanish. It still were so strange, though, to understand that Loki had inwardly felt like this. It was surreal, like this couldn't really be his little brother…?

"Kiss it…!" Loki said, still directing the staff at Thor, and now it were dangerous, Thor was visibly tense as he regarded the menacing point.

"Now, brother—"

"You heard me…!"

Thor kept his eyes trained on Loki, he leaned forth and delicately touched his lips to the cold metal end. Loki's breath hitched, like he asked himself inwardly whether he felt satisfied. He still was absently straightening his clothes, from when Thor had pulled at the leg of his trousers.

"All right," Thor said tiredly, "Where else."

"You don't get to ask—"

"Come off it, tell me. What else would you have me do?"

Loki didn't reply; he was evaluating mentally whether Thor was having his way by asking such a thing. Thor reached toward him, now that the staff was withdrawn, the farthest down he could reach was just below Loki's knee. He kissed him there, from outside the fabric, I'm submissive, you see? —Then he moved to kiss his other leg there. Loki appeared uncertain whether to chastise him or not.

"Don't ridicule me…!" he said, but he didn't ask him to stop. He observed pensively as Thor proceeded after that to kiss each of his knees, and his thighs, the front of his trousers after that. That's where this was going all along, wasn't it? Neither of them spoke of it outright.

Loki swallowed, chin raised haughtily, fighting for calm.

"Go on," he said, nodding, "you heard me."

Their eyes met without further words; Thor kept his gaze on his as he leaned forth, reaching with his teeth for the bind in his trousers. He pulled back, aware Loki was struggling for elegance, but that he was very uncertain about all this.

Loki gasped inadvertently when Thor's tongue came on him, his eyes went wide and unmistakably innocent, like he was unprepared for such a thing when it finally came.

He took a step back, astonished, watching Thor lick his lips.

"Stop making this difficult," Thor said irritably, "I could do it to you better if you pulled it all the way out of your trousers."

"Shut up!"

Thor was losing his patience; part of him felt like having a second go at the binds, maybe if he was pissed off enough he could rip them open…

Now Loki had the staff pointed at him again.

"Fine, yes, I get it, you're in charge, just— you'll make it easier on both of us if you—"

"Don't patronize me!"

"No one's patronizing—"

"Where did you learn to do that anyway!"

"What? I don't know, just—"

"Fine, here—"

He really was such a child sometimes.

Completely embarrassed, Loki fumbled with his own trousers, getting his member out the way Thor asked.

"There, now— now you can do it—"

His voice was unmistakably shy; it made Thor snicker inadvertently, which made Loki furious.

"I swear, I'll freeze you…!"

He'd almost forgotten to torment Thor by making him struggle to reach out, he stupidly came conveniently close to him— but he'd forgot all about that, because then Thor did take him in his mouth. It was, hands down, the best thing Loki had ever felt.

He stared down with something like disbelief, expression frozen, eyes glassy and wide. He was enough disciplined to know not to say, do that again, his fingers came dumbly in Thor's hair to slide it back, so he could see.

(On to Chapter 2)

A/N: If anyone's into RPing these two, send me a message.