Sorry for the delay in getting the next part up, but my Thorki muses got slightly overtaken by Coluson/Barton ones but I'm back with this story now. Also the angst has been upped slightly in this chapter, not sure why but that's how it came out, hopefully y'all still enjoy it x Thank you again to all who have read it and enjoyed it x

On with the story….

For a moment Thor lay still staring up at Loki, blinking in confusion as Loki's words sank into his pleasure filled brain. But then as he realised the full implication behind Loki's words he started to struggle. He grunted trying to regain the upper hand but if anything his struggling just seemed to amuse his younger brother. Gabbing Thor's hands Loki pressed them against the mattress above his brother's head hissing, "Stay still."

"No!" roared Thor still unable to believe that Loki had firstly caught him by surprise and secondly that his brother meant to claim him.

"You said I may claim any prize," chuckled Loki loving the way Thor was struggling beneath him, "And I told you – I am claiming you as my prize."

"No man has ever claimed me," exclaimed Thor his body writhing against the soft mattress as he tried to get free, "and no man will ever claim me. Not even you, brother."

"Is that so?" sighed Loki, simply rolling with his brother's attempts to get free, "You're going to make this so much harder than it needs to be," he made it sound as if he was bored with the situation but the look on his face, the light gleaming in his eye was anything but bored.

He leant down, pressing his slender body flat against that of his larger bulkier brother, and whispered in Thor's ear, "You will not deny me my prize. You swore on your warriors honour that I might claim a prize." He paused for effect before rolling his hips in a provocative way adding seductively, "And I wish to claim you."

"No," hissed Thor, shuddering beneath him. The thunderer all but whimpering at the way Loki's body felt pressed against his and the way Loki's breath tickled his ear. Closing his eyes he breathed, "Loki please…"

"Say that again," rasped Loki, his breath catching in this throat at the sheer neediness he could hear in Thor's voice.

Thor took several deep breaths trying desperately to calm himself down. He had been excited beyond belief in the banqueting hall but now - flat on his back with Loki pinning him down, with his younger brother still half exposed from the hurried hand job he himself had given him - it was enough to weaken even the strongest resolve.

Loki simply watched him, green eyes fixed firmly on his brother's face, drinking in the obvious conflict raging within Thor's mind. Never one to make things easy for his brother, Loki let his lips brush Thor's cheek, his kiss getting dangerously close to Thor's mouth before he pulled back a moment to tease, "Isn't this what you wanted, brother? For us to be alone, for us to be able to do whatever we want to each other without the fear of discovery?" Then before Thor could answer Loki murmured a few words and the elaborate dress amour and undershirt vanished leaving Thor stripped to the waist.

Barely unable to contain himself Thor growled and replied, "Not like this," his voice was rough with warring emotions, "Not with you in con…" his voice gave way to a nervous rasping breath. He tried to move his hands but Loki had a surprisingly strong grip, the trickster simply increasing the weight on his wrists, forcing them back into the soft mattress. The change in pressure meant Loki's body had shifted as well. He came up onto his knees, staring down at his captive with the most knowing smile gracing the elegant face.

As Thor continued to fight against him, Loki suddenly felt a pang of doubt. Without question they had played this game before, seeing who could get the upper hand over the other, but never before had the game been so charged, so intense. For some reasons what had happened in the banqueting hall meant more than those times they fought each other on the training field or played endless games of hide and seek that often culminate in a wrestling match between them.

Loki murmured a few more words under his breath and then sat back on his heels, his entire weight falling onto Thor's hips. Thor groaned as he settled into position but whether it was a groan of annoyance or desire nether bother could tell or cared. Licking his lips he offered a wolfish smile to his brother, laughing softly as Thor tried to move his hands only to find they were held fast by invisible bounds.

"Release me!" roared Thor straining and struggling to get free. "You are not playing fair - using enchantments to hold me is akin to cheating and..."

"Shall we talk about playing fair!" exclaimed Loki, using his perfect balance to ride out each hip buck and body thrust Thor threw at him as he tried to get free, "You are the one who attacked me brother. You are the one who manhandled me into this situation. You are the one," he murmured seductively, "Who did not play fair. You know I am unable to resist your hands upon my body and yet you touched me. There in the hall for everyone to see."

"No one saw," protested Thor, "Your enchantment made sure of that and besides you were not complaining."

"No," laughed Loki, "No I was not complaining, so cease your whining and take your punishment like a man."

Thor simply growled at him and continued to try and free his hands.

After a few more failed attempts Loki sighed and called, "Have you ever known my enchantments to fail?"

Thor didn't reply at once but once Loki repeated the questions he finally looked up and holding his brother's gaze he concede, "No," reluctant pride echoing in his voice as he allowed the admission to escape his lips.

"Exactly," soothed Loki, his hand slowly stroking Thor's chest, the long fingers catching on the firm muscles, "So stop wasting your strength trying to get free and turn your efforts to something far more enjoyable."

Thor swallowed hard. He knew he'd been playing a dangerous game teasing and provoking Loki at the feast. He knew what would happen if he lost. And while he would never admit it to anyone else the idea of seeing his brother in all of his glory, in finally breaking that one last remaining barrier between them thrilled him more than it should.

"I can hear you thinking," chuckled Loki running the knuckle of his finger along Thor's jawline, the blonde beard gently scratching at his flesh. He fought hard to supress the shiver of desire that simple touch elicited from him. Shifting his weight again he leant back even further looking for the silent proof that, despite his words of protest, Thor wanted this as much as he did. He didn't have to search hard. The moment his hips shifted over Thor's groin he got all the proof he needed. Smiling like the cat that had just found the cream he rolled his hips again letting out a deep sigh as he felt Thor's body react to him.

"I think you are protesting too much," smirked Loki as he carefully undid each fastening of his leather tunic. They both knew he could just have magiced them away as he had done with Thor's own body armour and shirt but there was no fun in such an instant reveal.

Working methodically he soon had the fastening undone and the tunic fell open, revealing the pale smooth skin beneath. A strangled noise drew his attention away from his clothes and back to the man he was currently straddling. There was such a look of desperate need lighting up Thor's face it was all the trickster could do to stop himself laughing out loud. Instead he stretched slightly, arching his back and thereby displaying his body with such a wanton disregard that Thor could barely catch his breath. With a fondly mocking smile Loki ran a hand down his own torso and locking his eyes with his captive, he asked meaningfully, "Are you so eager to see me naked brother that you would risk your manly pride on such a sight?"

Thor stared up at him lost in a mist of desire, want and growing uncertainly.

"My poor brother," teased Loki, with little heat in the words, "Trapped between your basest needs and your pride. " He leant forward and pressed a soft loving kiss to the corner of Thor's mouth.

Thor gave a very un-warrior like whimper before turning his head, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to fight the urges that were currently racing through him. He didn't dare look at Loki, knowing if he did all would be lost. Knowing that if he looked into his brother's eyes his ability to reason would cease to function.

Loki waited a few minutes, the knowing eyes watching the emotions play across Thor's face. But while he could see the desire and lust, he could also see fear. And that was an emotion Loki never wanted to associate with his brother. Looking down he bowed his head a moment trying to collect his own wandering thoughts. He felt Thor arch under him and it broke his heart that beneath the desire he could feel the fear & tension in his brother's body. The idea that Thor didn't have enough faith in him to trust him with something so precious cut him to the core. With an apologetic sigh he leant back in, and with his lips brushing against Thor's cheek, he murmured, "You have but to say the word and I will leave your chambers. I would never force your hand, brother. As much as I crave your love and attention, I would never demand your pride as the price for that pleasure."

As his words faded into nothing the room was silent save for their laboured breathing. Feeling the adrenaline start to ebb from his body Loki pressed his forehead against Thor's bare shoulder. The younger prince willing his own desire and need to fade away, needing to regain his normal cool and collected composure. Knowing that if he as to escape with any shred of dignity left he had to keep his composure. As if sensing the sudden downturn in his brother's emotions, Thor turned to face him, the move causing their lips to brush. Both demi gods shuddered at the brief contact. For a moment they held each other's eyes, the gaze saying more than a thousand words ever could.

"I know," breathed Thor. Unable to hold his youngest brother as he wanted he could only act with his whole body, arching up to press against Loki's slender frame. He watched as Loki lifted his head and seeing the hurt and upset in his brother's eyes he hesitated before rasping, "I never said no."

As Loki stared at him, Thor couldn't help roaring with laughter, as the trickster's eyes grew impossibly wide as he realised what Thor had just agreed to. Forcing himself to sit up, Loki stared down at him, his hands resting lighting on Thor's chest as he stammered," You...you would trust me…"

"I trust you to do the right thing," replied Thor then, with a wicked roll of his own hips, he added with a wink, "I just hope that you and I have an understanding as to what the right thing means."

The smile the lit Loki's face was enough to illuminate the room. Finding his old confidence Loki ran his hands down his brother's chest and replied, "Oh trust me, Brother, I know exactly the right thing to do with you."

Thor could not help the nervous gulp nor could he help the full body shiver of anticipation that Loki's words inspired him. He just hoped that he would survive whatever it was his brother was suddenly planning to do with him.

TBC