If there is one thing Loki regrets, it is not fleeing home and hearth when he had the chance all those years ago.

When the first warning signs had begun he had chosen to ignore them rather then act on them.

It had started with a certain look Thor would give him. There had been little sparks at first, fleeting moments when the thunderer would look at him in a different light. Loki never gave them much thought, not even when the trickster figured out what those little sparks in those baby blues were.

Thor had always loved Loki, was fond of him ever since they were little boys. The trickster returned those brotherly feelings.

But for the older prince those feelings changed.

Loki is unsure when he began evading his brother's advances. But when he did, others began to interfere as well. The trickster got out rather unscathed for the most part because he could play it of as being gullible. Because to be fair, how could someone like Thor fall in love with someone like Loki?

Centuries later the raven haired man would still beat himself up over this. How gut wrenching it is that people treated him like an idiot, and later on like some kind of monster for not returning Thor's feelings as it became known that Loki knew very well what the thunderer wanted.

And the trickster was hated for it.

How could he be so cruel to the golden prince? How dare he play with Thor's heart like that?

But it wasn't like the thunderer himself did not instigate others to choose his side. Thor would manipulate those around him ever so slightly so they would feel pity. Loki would be haunted by people, sneered at for being heartless and cruel, avoided as the trickster would use his sharp tongue and magic to defend himself.

Loki vividly remembers the day that everything turned around for the worst. The day that Thor called the trickster out for pretending not to know what the thunder god meant. He often thinks back on it and wonders. What if he had done things differently. Acted differently. Chosen different words to steer his future into the direction Loki needed it to go?

It had been a particularly warm night. A feast was being held, because Asgard would not be Asgard without it. It was to celebrate the end of spring and the start of the summer season. Many delegates from other realms had joined them, most of hem elves because they too had a certain connection with the changing of the seasons.

Loki had been seated next to his brother, much to his dismay. The days leading up to the feast had been gnawing at his energy. The thunderer had been stepping up his flirting game, and pretending that he didn't have a clue was eating at the trickster. Thor had touched him more, light caresses and soft, gentle strokes that would wander to places no one should touch. The other's hands would linger on certain places and the trickster would play it off with a calm smile or he would reprimand Thor for not paying attention to the lesson.

The blonde would smile wider and retract his wandering hand, knowing very well that Loki took studying very serious. So the younger god brushing the other off during study hours was met with a growing smile and a twinkle of adoration in Thor's eyes.

But at the feast Loki could not scold the older man for his wandering fingers. Or his almost dreamy gaze as the thunderer talked with the trickster and the people seated around them. It had been during the last few days that the raven haired man had begun to hate his decision of letting Thor touch him.

Because the thunderer was the only one Loki had always tolerated touching him. No one else, save for his parents, was allowed anywhere near the dark prince. It led to the other becoming possessive. Thor would glare at others if they came too close to the younger man. It had been cute at first and in all fairness Loki hadn't any desire to deal with others for longer then needed. But as the large man stepped up his advances the trickster began to see the ways of his error.

As they sat there at the table Loki tried to strike up a new conversation with the elf seated on his left. The other man however already had too much to drink which made talking a whole lot harder. Thor had grabbed his right hand in a hold that would not relent. The trickster took a moment to collect himself before turning to the other with a pleasant smile pasted on his lips.

The look in those stormy blue eyes made his breath hitch in his throat.

'Do I not have your heart, Loki?' The other man had asked, deathly serious, and in that moment Loki knew. They both knew, that Loki knew damn well of Thor's affections.

And Loki had enough of trying to brush the other off gently. If Thor refused to take the hint, Loki would force it down his throat.

The trickster knew his eyes had steeled over before he spoke. 'You are my brother, of course I love you.' He allowed the smile of adoration to grow, and it affected Thor deeply. Because the smile was fake. 'You are such an amazing role model.' The stone in Loki's eyes had set and he had to try hard to keep the venom from seeping into his voice. 'How can I not adore you?'

'You know what I speak of Loki.' The thunderer's eyes cloud over and his hand tightens around the hand of his sibling.

'I do apologize for my ignorance. Will you enlighten me brother?' Jerk it as he might, the raven haired man has trouble pulling back his right hand. So instead he reaches for his glass with his left, leaning in a little closer to the larger man then needed. He paints another pleasant smile on his lips, but they both know the games are over.

As he brings his wine to his lips Loki's smile falters and he averts his gaze. He can no longer stand to stare into the other's stormy eyes.

He should have done things differently. Had he known things would have turned out the way they had, the trickster would have chosen a different approach.

Because instead of standing down, Thor accepted his challenge and fought him with a stubborn vehemence the god of thunder was renowned for.

That mercilessness is the reason why Loki lies here, bound to the bed by chains that cut off his magic completely. Gagged by a muzzle that cuts off his tongue. Completely and utterly at the mercy of the man hovering above him.

'Enjoy yourself, brother?' Thor nips at the tender flesh of the smaller man's neck, drawing out an involuntary shudder. The trickster groans, still fighting to compose himself from the mind blowing orgasm the other caused. One of Thor's free hands is roaming his body, slowly drawing fingertips over the skin and prickling it with electricity.

Loki tries to move away from the offending appendage but fails to move very far. He is still pinned by the larger man, his arms are still bound to the headboard and one leg is still chained as well. Utterly and endlessly trapped. He mewls, the rage that had plagued him before dissipated. His pride has taken a heavy blow from what Thor did to him, and so easily too.

'Where is your defiance now Loki?' The larger man ghosts his lips over the skin beneath the other's ear. The trickster is refusing to look at him, face turned away and half hidden from Thor's sight. The thunderer grazes his teeth over the exposed neck, drawing out another shudder. Loki's breath hitches in his throat. His erratic breathing has calmed quite a bit now that his previous pleasure has ebbed away, but there is a thin layer of hysterics clouding his emerald green eyes.

That is just what the god of thunder needs. The first cracks in Loki's defiance are visible beneath the surface.

He will break the trickster tonight.

'Have I tamed you already?' The harsh comment has the desired effect. Loki's eyes flare up and he begins to struggle again. The thunderer can feel the rage return tenfold, which is exactly what he wanted. He will tear that pedestal out from under the man beneath him again and again.

Loki snarls beneath his mask as the blonde raises a free hand once more and places it on the centre of the smaller man's chest. As Thor drags it down, painfully slow, he uses his powers to set the nerves on fire. The raven haired man is more sensitive now, and try as he might he can't fight the arousing feeling of that hand going lower down his chest and belly. The trickster moans deeply and arches into the touch, and oh, it is so damn sexy Thor groans as well. If it hadn't been for his own garment keeping his painful erection trapped he would have taken Loki already.

He feels himself throb painfully, so he decides to speed things up a bit.

Instead of bringing his free hand back up and stroking the skin with it again to torture his brother, Thor brings his hand back down between Loki's legs. The hard jerk on the chains has him momentarily look the other in the eyes. The downright murderous glare of the raven haired man pulls at the corners of the thunderer's mouth.

He enjoys the shudder of desperation in the bound man's body language as he pushes his index and middle fingers back into the tight, wet hole.

Loki growls angrily, chains above his head rattling loudly as he begins to struggle as much as he can. The thunderer grabs the other's free leg with his other hand, interlocking Loki's knee with his elbow. The trickster struggles and tries to kick but he can't stop the other from raising the free leg. Now that Loki's legs are spread, and isn't the trickster oh so agile, Thor has enough room to freely move his fingers in and out of the other's tight hole.

Still being trapped by the chains and pinned by Thor's massive body, the raven haired man has no chance of stopping the larger man. He groans pathetically in frustration. Because he knows that, although he can fight the feeling of the thunderer's fingers slide in him, once Thor uses his own magic to pleasure the trickster, Loki is left defenseless.

As their eyes meet again their gazes lock. Thor can't help but feel his heart throb at the gorgeous sight beneath him. If Loki could speak, he would be bombarded with a barrage of insults. But without his silver tongue at his exertion Loki can only speak with his eyes. And right now, even though they are clouded with a thick layer of poison and hate, Thor can also see fear.

Loki's eyes widen, the anger cracks and the terror seeps through when Thor almost completely pulls his fingers back, pauses for just a second, and then pushes them back in while using his magic to tear a groan from the smaller man. The trickster's eyes roll back in his skull and he arches as the other man teases his insides. Only a few slow thrusts inside of him and he feels himself come to life for the second time. 'Becoming hard for me again, Loki?' The other teases.

With a groan Loki rolls his head to the side and squeezes his eyes shut. He can't fight it.

He just can't fight against the horrible arousing feeling Thor is causing with his fingers. The blonde's magic is setting him on fire and Loki spares a thought that he might even be using the trickster's own magic to intensify the feeling.

Loki is painfully hard again already, and no matter how much he tries to deny it he can't stop the desire for more. He wants more from the other, needs more. He moans again and rolls half lidded eyes towards the thunderer.

There must have been something in his eyes that causes the larger man to stop and pull back. Thor pulls away from him, even removes his fingers and moves back and off the bed. The thunderer almost fumbles with his breeches. The sight of Loki, completely at his mercy, is by far one of the hottest things he has even seen. He knew the trickster would make for a beautiful prize.

A pang of relief washes over the blonde god when he pulls his erection free from the suffocating leather. He eyes the raven haired man, who lies breathing heavily, legs still slightly spread, cock fully erect, eyes clouded over with lust. The trickster is finally his for the taking.

As the thunderer moves back on the bed again, completely naked now, Loki manages to come back to his senses. What Thor does to him screws with his brain, he can't think straight. Only now, as the larger man had backed away for a moment and he's had a chance to recollect himself does Loki manage to calm down at least somewhat.

Although his demeanor is shattered when the larger man moves back on the bed. His green eyes go wide with shock when they fall on the other man's big member. Thor begins to palm his cock, smearing a generous amount of lube over it to make sure he can fuck the other without restraint. The raven haired man looks up, eyes desperate as fear washes over him. Thor moves over, making him feel so incredibly small and weak.

So incredibly furious.

The larger man locks the other's knee once again around his elbow. By pulling the leg up he has more then enough room to move in between them.

The iron shackles are once again screaming against the headboard. For someone who can't move very far Loki is producing a lot of noise. He simply refuses to give in and makes Thor want him all the more.

'Enough of this.' He commands. With his free hand the larger man grabs a handful of raven locks. Loki yelps as his head is snapped backwards. Even though the trickster tries to keep a straight face Thor can see the trepidation in his eyes as the thunderer lowers himself until they are face to face.

Trepidation that turns into fear as Thor positions himself in front of the tight ring of muscle.

But the fury is still ever present in Loki's eyes.

Well, he will have to break the sorcerer the hard way then.

'Submit.' The thunderer grits out, pressing the head of his erection against the tight ring. He doesn't breach it just yet, but the flicker in Loki's eyes tells him that it does affect him. The trickster is struggling with himself, forces himself to keep his eyes steeled and cold as ice. 'You will surrender to me.' But instead Loki's eyes harden even more.

Much to Thor's delight. He has lured the pale man out, which will make it easier to break him in the end.

The thunder god lowers himself further and presses his teeth against the beautiful pale skin of the smaller man. With the hand still interwoven with those black strands he pulls Loki's head back further until he can't go anymore. The younger man mewls into the gag, eyes wide and pupils dilated as arousal, fear and fury are fighting inside of him.

Thor bites down onto the flesh to steady himself. He needs to take this as slow as his own sanity can take. Loki makes another half choked sound as the older man pushes the tip of his cock into that tight heat, making sure to take it step by step. It has never been his intention to harm the younger man. Never had physically destroying his wayward brother ever crossed his mind.

If he were to use physical force Loki would be able to fight him until the end. The trickster has been trained the same way as any other Aesir. He has endured hardship like they all have and it made him a powerful and relentless warrior.

But if he fucks the other into submission…

He has only just before witnessed just how fragile the smaller man is when he first brought him to orgasm. The raven haired man can't stand the struggle inside of himself, being torn between being defiant and wanting to give in to Thor.

He will destroy that pride.

Loki is breathing erratically, eyes screwed shut in concentration. He is in pain, that much the older man can tell. But now is not the time for mercy.

Instead Thor bites down harder and groans into the other's neck as he pushes in deeper. The trickster moans loud, he must be grinding his teeth together while trying to remain level headed.

His brother's tight ass is painfully hot around him. The blonde forces himself to think of other things lest he come just from sheeting himself inside of the other. When he is completely buried he breathes deeply against the smaller man's neck to steady himself.

Loki is tight, so perfectly tight, feels better then he has ever had before. Thor presses kisses against the pale throat. The way the trickster lies beneath him, where he belongs, makes his head spin. How good the raven haired man feels beneath him as he tries desperately to recollect himself. His eyes are still tightly shut, tears sparkling in his long eyelashes. 'You are so beautiful.' The thunderer can't help himself. He has chased the other for so long.

And to finally have Loki beneath him, belonging to him. As he always had.

His comment has not gone unnoticed. Those toxic green eyes open slowly, once again displaying a stubborn amount of defiance.

Thor releases the long strands of hair and moves to brush his thumb over the sweat stained skin underneath the other's eye. 'You will give in to me.' He promises and the eyes of the other narrow dangerously.

Oh, Thor will enjoy breaking him.

'And you will beg.' The blonde moves the hand from the other's face and pushes it underneath the other's lower back, lifting him ever so slightly. He has learned from past experience that it will help him hit his lover's sweet spot deep inside of him. The other makes a sound from the back of his throat. Whatever Loki has to say, it will wait for another time. The trickster has no choice.

Thor rolls with his hips and Loki's demeanor snaps. He groans pathetically as the thunderer pushes back in. He averts his gaze to look at anything but the larger man. Thor gives a few shallow, gentle thrusts so that the other can get used to it. The thunderer lowers his head in the crook of Loki's neck, placing soft kisses there as he tries with all his might to just not slam into the bound man no matter how badly he wants it.

And as he'd expected, after a few shallow thrusts Loki begins to struggle again. As much as he can anyway, trapped as he is. He is in a great deal of pain, Thor can tell, but that is easily remedied.

A muffled snarl escapes the smaller man's throat when Thor allows his own magic to further stimulate the trickster's insides. Loki shakes his head no and he tries with all his might to pull on the chains around his wrists, but to no avail. The thunderer groans and closes his eyes as he picks up the pace. Beneath him Loki shudders and moans delightfully. He tries to hold back but with Thor's magic running along his nerves and setting his body on fire there is no fighting back.

One lovely moan escapes the other's throat as Thor manages to hit the sweet spot deep inside of the smaller man. It's followed up by a pathetic groan, a silent plea for the bigger man to stop. The blonde pulls back slightly and sees the inner turmoil in Loki's eyes. They are clouded over with lust even as he is struggling with himself on the inside.

Thor has always found the trickster gorgeous, but never had he thought the man could be this sexy in the trows of desire. The way Loki's eyes roll back in his skull after a particularly deep thrust of the blonde's hips almost makes him cum inside of the other. The erotic sounds muffled by the gag are so hot it drives Thor mad.

But he can't bring them both to completion. Not yet.

He needs the sorcerer to submit to him first.

And after several long, deep thrusts he manages to get Loki to the edge. The trickster is rolling with his hips, involuntarily meeting the other's thrusts. A short gasp escapes him when Thor stops completely, cock still buried inside of the smaller man.

Loki half glares at him before realizing what he is doing. He refuses to bend to the other man's will and turns his head away. Thor presses a kiss to the exposed neck. He waits just a moment longer until the smaller man has calmed down a bit.

When he pulls out slowly again Loki remains quiet, probably biting his tongue from making any kind of sound.

It makes Thor himself growl from the back of his throat as he pushes back in with a steady thrust and picks up the pace immediately this time. The trickster moans and screws his eyes shut, head rolling from left to right as the fight leaves his body after a few well aimed thrusts from the older man's hips.

With a groan Thor moves to sit up straight without even a hitch in his movement. This way he can try and appreciate the view of the man beneath him and it is oh so sexy.

Loki's eyes are glazed over and half lidded with lust. The skin around his cheeks is flushed a darker shade and his hair is tussled. Small strands have fallen from their usually kept place and fall around the trickster's head in a messy halo. There are bruises on his otherwise perfectly flawless skin around his neck. Thor has left his mark a little more then he had intended but seeing the sorcerer claimed is just too good so he pushes the thoughts from his mind.

He rolls his hips in a certain way and Loki's whole body shudders. The trickster is close again. The gasping from his chest is uneven and his head rolls to the other side. His hips involuntarily push up into Thor's as he nears the edge again.

The thunderer brings a free hand up and once more brushes it down the other's chest and belly, prickling the skin with his own powers and earning a most erotic, low moan from the smaller man. Loki arches freely into his hand and throws his head back, shuddering at the wonderful touch.

His eyes snap open widely and he almost snarls when Thor stops moving again. A staring match begins, in which the thunderer is all calm and collected. He grabs a hold of the other's slender hips to stop him from moving completely. Loki struggles in his binds but to no avail. A pleading moan escapes his throat and Thor is almost tempted to remove the gag just so he can hear the smaller man moan without restraint.

The look in Loki's eyes is almost crazed as he is becoming desperate for release. The larger man has held him on edge for too long and it shows in every way his body twitches and the sounds that are tearing freely from his throat. With a steady grip on the trickster's hips Thor pushes back in to the bound man.

It is driving Loki insane.

The thunderer swiftly picks up the pace, grunting as he fills the smaller man over and over.

Beneath him the trickster cries out behind the mask, moaning like a whore with every thrust inside of him. It is driving Thor crazy. He digs his fingers into the other's hips, picking up the pace. Loki is meeting his thrusts as far as he can in his bound state. His free leg has wrapped around Thor, pulling him as close as possible. The trickster curls his back and moans lewdly. He's close, Thor can tell.

It spurs the thunderer on to take the other harder. He is rewarded with Loki rolling his half lidded eyes towards the larger man. Another moan escapes the other's throat and he arches when Thor grabs his neglected leaking cock. Loki makes a high pitched sound as Thor starts stroking him in time with the thrusts. It only takes a few more thrusts and strokes before the trickster comes heavily, body shaking and free leg pulling Thor as close as possible.

Seeing the raven haired man come undone so hard is enough to push Thor over the edge with him. The thunderer groans deeply, breath caught in his throat as his air starved lungs. He lowers himself on the smaller man's body.

Beneath him Loki is still shaking, trying to collect his bearings.

He refuses to look at the larger man. Thor places soft kisses on the trickster's neck and collarbone.

Loki finally belongs to him. It has been so long since he began chasing the other, and now he has finally claimed the proud sorcerer. The smaller man shudders beneath him. Thor moves to whisper in his ear. 'Have I not pleasured you, brother?' But instead of meeting the eyes of his subdued lover Loki glares at him. It is not as fueled by fire as before, but the trickster remains stubborn and untamed.

Which is fine by Thor. He enjoys the strong will of the other man. He has always known Loki was a formidable opponent and the perfect choice for a lover.

Taming the trickster will take more time then he thought. No matter.

He will break Loki in the end.

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I do have some ideas for the next chapter. Who knows I might update it in about… nine months again omg lol.