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The thing with simple spells is the powers that be think it hilarious to dish out unjust consequences when they are messed up. It’s such an easy thing to cast, why would a master of magic such as Loki ever fumble with it?
Loki had practiced the incantation, the hand movements, had imagined Thor’s chambers and Thor himself very clearly in his mind. It was a very rudimentary teleportation. Just from one room to the next. Yes. Loki had wanted to be teleported to Thor’s room from his own.
Only when Loki opened his eyes, he was not at all within Thor’s gaudy gold and red chambers. Loki blinks a few times, trying to orient himself with his surroundings. It’s a small room with a large window overlooking an endless void of space. Loki has the feeling of moving and he looks around more to realize he is in a cabin on some sort of ship. The only moving vehicles he has been on thus far were the skiffs in Asgard and the Bifrost travel was near instantaneous. Where in the Hel was he?
Loki’s eyes snap when he hears a shifting of sheets. There’s a shirtless man sprawled out, asleep, the blanket draped across his lower back. Loki takes a hesitant step forward and the man’s eyes snap open. Or, eye, as one of his eyes is covered with an eyepatch. Loki would recognize that shade of electric blue anywhere.
It seems he has teleported to Thor, yes. He had specified to the Norns where he wanted to be, but apparently not the when.
“Oh, Hel,” Loki says, his eyes widening as this older version of Thor sits up. “Loki,” Thor rumbles, rubbing his face, “What’re you….Oh.” For Thor’s credit, he doesn’t seem to be freaking out as much as Loki thinks he would. Loki’s mouth opens, then closes, unsure of what to say as they just stare at each other. Loki’s eyes flick across Thor’s bare chest. This Thor is….very different from the one at home. He’s older, with smile lines around his eyes. Short hair that sticks in every direction from sleep. Scars across his abdomen and ribs, where a knife had presumably been shoved between his bones. Definitely more muscular than the Thor he left on Asgard. The Thor waiting for him back home in an empty bedchamber was little more than a boy. An overgrown child. This…this Thor is a man. Something thick and masculine in the air, something that makes Loki subconsciously lick his lips.
Loki feels his cunt wetten and leak into his underthings. He blushes harder.
“You’re not my Loki,” Thor mumbles sleepily and Loki spits back before he can stop himself, “I’m not your anything, oaf!” Thor doesn’t rise to the barb like Loki is used to, just chuckles and shakes his head. “I forgot what a hellion you used to be,” Thor says, his voice rough with sleep as he rubs at the scruff on his face, “What happened?”
“I was- I was practicing teleportation and it seems I overlooked a thing or two,” Loki murmurs back. His eyes don’t leave Thor’s exposed torso. Loki isn’t sure where the thoughts come from but he suddenly imagines running his mouth over the abdominal muscles, wanting to run his fingers through the coarse hair that leads down from Thor’s navel to underneath the blanket. He swallows hard, pressing his thighs together. His traitorous body warms as he watches Thor rub the back of his neck. The way the muscles and tendons in his forearms move should not be making Loki’s underthings even more soaked.
“I imagine we don’t have much time, then,” Thor murmurs, “I know you have some questions. I can answer some, I think, without causing too much trouble.” Loki nods dumbly. Yes, that’s right, questions about his future. Not thoughts of those calloused hands caressing his body.
Loki sits down at the edge of the bed and Thor smiles at him. “You are so pretty, Loki,” his brother says, “Come closer. I know we are..more than brothers by now. Let me guess…ah, it’s your tenth century now?”
Loki’s entire face turns bright red and Thor laughs at him. “What! Why- we,” Loki stumbles across his words as Thor’s arm snakes around his hips to pull him closer. “If I remember,” Thor says as his hand goes through the dark hair atop Loki’s head- so much shorter, curling just under his cute ears, “Hmm…We were both a little tipsy, right? And you asked to sleep in my bed. And, well.”
“Yes,” Loki mumbles. But he can’t find it within himself to wiggle away. Something about Thor- this Thor- disarms him. “You are beautiful now, don’t get me wrong,” Thor murmurs, his eye trailing down the comfortable leisure wear Loki had on, “But I do miss this young little body of yours. So soft, everywhere, I remember that much.”
“What I would like to know is why when me from the past is teleported into your room you are too busy flirting with me to be alarmed,” Loki says, trying to be bold as he squirms. Thor just hums and tugs Loki until his bratty little brother is in his lap. “I have seen a lot of strange things these past few weeks. This is by far the least concerning,” Thor says with a shrug, “I have an idea on how we could fill the void until you are inevitably whisked back into your own time.” Loki’s face burns dark red and he squirms, saying, “Fine! Answer my questions and I will-will rut with you. It seems how-however long has passed does not make you any less of a beast.”
Thor’s lips find his neck and Loki shudders all the way to his toes as he feels Thor’s facial hair scruff against his skin. “A worthy trade, little brother,” Thor murmurs, his kisses trailing down until he bites the curve of Loki’s shoulder.
“Am I still alive?”
“Yes.”
“Are we-“
“Yes, although just rather recently.”
Loki’s mind blurs, trying to think of important questions as Thor’s teeth nip behind his ear.
“Wh-Whaa….where are we?”
“Statesman. Big ship to escape Asgard.”
Loki stills, cold fear trickling down his spine.
“What…what happened to our home?”
“Destroyed,” Thor answers simply. He presses hot, open mouthed kisses down Loki’s neck. Loki feels his hips jerk forward, his cunt so sopping wet that his underclothes stick to him. It should bother Loki how nonchalantly Thor answers him, but all Loki can think about is the hard cock pressing against his backside. He is very familiar with Thor’s body by now and knows just how lovely his big brother’s prick feels inside of him. “What- What-“ Loki whines softly, his brow furrowed as he licks his lips. Thor presses a gentle kiss over where his teeth were previously embedded within the meat of Loki’s shoulder.
“I can’t tell you,” Thor says, his lips moving against Loki’s skin. When Loki’s back arches to wiggle away those big hands squeeze his hips hard enough to make Loki yelp. “You said you’d answer my questions,” Loki says harshly, but he stays still. Thor switches sides, instead nibbling on the left side of Loki’s neck, “Mm, yes, but I didn’t say that you’d like those answers, did I?”
“You are insufferable,” Loki spits hatefully. He squirms in Thor’s lap until his brother loses his patience. “And you are a brat,” Thor says darkly, his singular eye glaring down at Loki, “I forget what a mouth you had on you.”
“And I suppose you’ve domesticated me,” Loki snaps back, crossing his arms, “No deal! You didn’t answer my questions so I will not- ack!”
All of Loki’s protests die in his lungs as he’s pressed face down into the mattress. He lets out a very undignified squeal, kicking his legs as Thor fumbles with his clothing. “Complicated Asgardian leathers,” Thor says impatiently, “Damn this.” Loki goes still as he feels Thor rip his clothing right off of his body, splitting the seams with his bare hands, leaving Loki naked under him. No, his Thor could not do that. “I should’ve done this a long time ago,” Thor growls at him, one large palm coming down to smack across his bare rear.
“I-I’m not a child to be disciplined,” Loki yelps loudly though his entire body warms with how one of Thor’s palms grabs a handful of his ass and squeezes. “No? Then why are you acting like one,” Thor goads back, a smirk in his voice as he spanks the other cheek. Shocked into a wordless groan for once, Loki can only bite into Thor’s pillow and muffle his whines as Thor happily smacks his bottom. Little punched out gasps come from Loki’s mouth, his hips grinding against the bed. It stings without being painful, reminding Loki of the stark difference in power and size between their hands.
Thor only delivers a few on each cheek before Loki feels the scruff on his lower back. “So soft,” Thor purrs from his chest, his teeth nipping at the now cherry red skin of Loki’s pale cheeks. Loki bites down on the pillow again. He groans into his mouthful of fabric when Thor’s hands grab his ass and pull his cheeks apart to gaze at him. The cold air on his wet sex is a shock, Loki giving a soft whine.
“Your cunt is drooling for me,” Thor murmurs in amazement. Loki’s toes curl when he feels Thor’s thumbs inch closer to his bottom hole, spreading his flesh apart so get an eyeful. “Are you just going to look at it or do something,” Loki spits as he lifts his head from the pillow. Another loud yelp leaves Loki without his consent as Thor pinches his sore backside. “I should know a few swats wouldn’t do much to curb your tongue, little brother,” Thor says with a great sigh.
Loki feels kisses on his lower back again, the bed shifting as Thor presumably settles on his stomach. Butterflies flutter in Loki’s tummy- is Thor really going to use his mouth? It’s a very special and rare treat for Loki, as his Thor back home only does so when Loki is upset at him and Thor is wanting to fuck again-
A wet wiggling sensation over his bottom hole and Loki screeches, kicking his feet uselessly as Thor’s heavy bulk pins him down. How crude! To lick at such a place! “You disgusting, vile, uncouth,” Loki starts up but all his words melt into a long, drawn out moan as Thor’s mouth dives between his cheeks. Thor’s tongue licks at his hole, worshipping the wrinkled skin and even daring to wiggle his tongue inside. Despite Loki’s haughty protests, his cock is hard and dribbling pre-spend onto Thor’s sheets. Loki bends easily when Thor urges him to present his ass more. His spine curves, his hips arching back and upwards.
It feels strange but so good. Thor’s tongue laps at his bottom hole before wigging inside. The foreign sensation of anything back there makes Loki’s tummy roll and his hard prick ooze out more prespend. “Oh, Thor, Thor, ahh,” Loki whines sweetly, all the vitriol and snark melted away and replaced with the sweetest sounding whimpers.
Thor’s tongue works past his ass to instead tease at Loki’s clit. He licks all over Loki’s cunt, feeling the warmth and slickness, tasting how sweet his younger brother is. Loki’s mind is a mess of good feelings, moaning and wiggling his hips. “Mm, just as sweet,” Thor murmurs between kisses to Loki’s outer labia lips, “One thing that has not changed is how much of a slut you are for big brother’s cock.” Loki’s ears turn red at the filthy words- his Thor would never, it was “unprincely” and “shamed the House of Odin.”
“I want your-your…inside, now, now,” Loki demands, wiggling his hips as Thor presses a gentle kiss to his tight, hairless balls. Thor hums sarcastically, “Since you asked me so nicely, little brother.”
Logically, rationally, Loki knows it’s the same sized cock that’s always been fucking him. But somehow, it feels so much larger as Thor pushes into his sopping wet pussy. Loki lets out a long, low moan, his eyes rolling up and back.
Thor’s hips roll in a sensual and deep rhythm, his cock stretching Loki’s walls to their limit. Loki’s fingers curl in the sheets, holding on tightly as his cunt is throughly fucked. He hears Thor’s masculine groans, soft panting noises from his brother’s throat. “Brother, brother, ahhh,” Loki pants out between punched out gasps. Thor’s big hand trails up his side to grab a fistful of short raven curls. He tugs, forcing Loki’s back to bend and his neck to arch backwards, unable to hide his sounds of pleasure in Thor’s pillow. This Thor fucks him so much deeper, with an actual rhythm, not just desperate rutting to get off. Loki’s mouth hangs open and he greedily suckles on the fingers shoved between his lips. The skin on Thor’s digits taste like Loki’s slick and salty sweat.
“So much of you changes over the years, Loki,” Thor says, his warm torso blanketing Loki’s back as his teeth nip at Loki’s ear, “But this tight pussy always welcomes me home, no matter how much time passes between us.” Loki only moans his agreement around where Thor’s index finger presses against his tongue. His brother’s fingers slip from Loki’s mouth to instead squeeze lightly around Loki’s throat. “Hnn- Thor,” Loki gasps out, his vision blurring with pleasure filled tears. It feels so good that he’s actually crying over it. Pleasure so overwhelming it has nowhere else to escape his body besides the wetness rolling down his cheeks. Thor settles back on his knees, his big hands gripping the curve of where Loki’s hips meet his thighs, hiking Loki’s pelvis up into the air for a better angle. Gasping now that his throat is free from Thor’s hand, Loki’s knees dangle uselessly as Thor picks up the pace. Drool runs down Loki’s chin, his mouth hanging open as his arms weakly hold his upper half steady. He sees his dribble falling from his bottom lip, incoherent babbles of “Thor” and “yes” and “please” leaving Loki’s sweet mouth.
“Yes, I know what you need. You’re such a tightly wound little snake at this age, brother,” Thor grunts between thrusts, bouncing Loki’s perky ass off of his hips, his cock almost fully retreating before slamming in again and again until Loki is screaming.
Then, the fat head of Thor’s cock jabs against something magical when it enters. Loki squeals loudly, his eyes widening as his entire body jolts with the new sensation. Thor has the audacity to pause his hips, a bit breathless as he asks, “Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No you imbecile,” Loki spits like a feral cat, “Why did you stop? What- What was that- that spot you just-“
“Oh,” Thor says dumbly. His broad chest is heaving, sweat trickling down between his pectoral muscles. Loki turns to glare at Thor over his shoulder. “Continue,” Loki demands with bared teeth as he clenches his cunt down hard around Thor’s massive cock. “Ah- hah, the me from your time has yet to figure out how to stimulate you,” Thor murmurs- mostly to himself, his hips starting to churn again. All the fight leaves Loki instantly, relaxing back into Thor’s secure grip as his juicy, wet cunt is fucked open again. “Allow me to educate you, little brother,” Thor says with a handsome smirk.
He turns Loki onto his back, hoisting one of Loki’s legs up to put his ankle over a muscular shoulder. It should offend Loki with how easy Thor is able to manhandle him, but it just makes his dick throb. Thor angles his hips so his cock presses against that feel good spot with each entry, his free hand that’s not gripping Loki’s thigh going to thumb at Loki’s clit in tight, quick circles. Loki groans again, his head going back to press into the bed, seeing stars. Something big was curling in his gut, a strange and overwhelming sensation not unlike having to use the privy. Loki opens his mouth to warn Thor but doesn’t get the chance to as his entire body tightens before it lets go.
Thor has that stupid smile on his face again, amazed as Loki’s squirt coats his pelvis and lower abdomen. “There it is,” Thor purrs at him, “Never done that before, have you? Look, you made a mess all over your big brother’s cock, Loki.” But Loki can’t look as he is limp, tears running down his face, sniffling as his body is wrecked with the aftershocks. It takes a good minute before Loki can even remember where he is, blinking his watery eyes as Thor’s face comes into view. Thor, with his short hair and eyepatch. His face, so different but also still so achingly familiar. “Wh…Whaa…,” Loki mumbles, hiccuping as one of Thor’s thumbs wipes his cheek. The sound of his wet cunt squelching each time Thor bottoms out would make Loki embarrassed if he had enough of his wits to feel such shame.
Loki reaches up, his fingers gripping the back of Thor’s neck, searching for the strands of spun sunlight he typically tugs on when he’s about to cum. But not now, his fingers slip through the buzzed hair, unable to find a grip. “Come for me, lovely,” Thor murmurs, leaning down to press a hot kiss to Loki’s pink lips. Loki eagerly kisses him back, rolling his hips to fuck back against Thor, meeting his brother halfway. “Hah, m’ cumming,” Loki pants into Thor’s mouth, breathing in the hot air Thor exhales. “Yes, good boy, Loki,” Thor purrs, biting on Loki’s lower lip. That’s all it takes, Loki’s eyes rolling back as his dick pulses out semen across his tummy.
“Good boy, oh, baby,” Thor growls low in his throat. His forehead presses to Loki’s for a moment before he rights himself. His singular eye trails from Loki’s open mouth and tear stained cheeks, down his lithe form, to the mess of Loki’s squirt on the sheets. “My turn,” Thor rumbles darkly. Loki can only hold on for dear life.
Thor fucks him in a steady, deep pace. Loki thinks he feels it in his guts, like his body was carving a space for Thor’s cock. But it was so different from his Thor. Loki had never not once ever dreamed of being pregnant but something about this older, more masculine version of his elder brother had Loki ready to swell with child. He wanted to feel Thor’s big dumb cock pulse in him. Usually, Loki made Thor pull out and spend in his hand to avoid the clean up.
This time, Loki’s ankles lock around Thor’s lower back, holding on as his body jolts up the bed with each connection of their hips. “Please, please,” Loki babbles, “Please spill in me, Thor! I want- ahh- I want to feel it!”
The singular blue eye is focused on Loki’s wet pussy, watching the way Thor’s absurdly fat cock disappears within his little brother’s body. Loki can feel the stutter in the rhythm, the way Thor’s groans pick up. “Yes, yes, please,” Loki whimpers, knowing his brother was about to cum. Thor still made the same intense face, his brow furrowing, biting down on his bottom lip harshly. Thor presses their hips together and Loki gasps as he feels the tip of Thor’s prick against the entry to his cervix. “Loki,” Thor gasps, his eye squeezing shut for a moment before opening again to look down at Loki’s face. “Fuck, I’m-, I’m coming,” Thor groans before Loki finally feel the first spurts of warmth inside of him. Thick, virile ropes of semen deposited right in his cunt, right where he wanted it. Loki’s toes curl as he groans, gasping at each pulse he feels.
Thor groans with relief, his body slumping forward. His hand pushes some of the sweaty hair from Loki’s forehead. Loki turns his face to hide it in Thor’s chest, not at all caring how sweaty they both are. “Norns, Loki,” Thor sighs as he finally catches his breath. He rolls off to lay beside Loki, sitting up on his elbow after a moment to look down at his little brother. Loki is still dazed, his entire body pulsing, his legs feeling like mush from how intense his orgasms were.
“You should head back to your Thor now,” Thor hums, one of his fingers going down to run through the mess of semen on Loki’s tummy, “He- or..or I am probably worrying myself sick over your absence.” It takes Loki a minute to string together his thoughts, his emerald eyes blinking until his vision clears.
“No, in fact you probably do not even realize I am gone,” Loki says bitterly, crossing his arms over his chest. Thor gives a small sigh, his big hand coming down Loki’s abdomen to rest over where his womb presides within his body. “I know you let Fandral have carnal knowledge of you, brother,” Thor says, “I know you were trying to make me jealous.”
“Ye-Yes and all it got me was a lovesick puppy following me around for the next century,” Loki spits back. But Thor shakes his head, “Is that what you think? Don’t you remember how it stormed for the entire summer afterwards? Loki, I…”
Thor pauses again. His eye looks down at Loki, his face soft and full of tender love and devotion. His Thor only looks at Loki with possessive desire. Never this vulnerable aching.
“It takes me losing you to realize how much I love you. The me in your time is an arrogant, thick headed fool,” Thor murmurs sadly. Loki snorts out a bitter sounding laugh in agreement. Thor’s hand squeezes the flesh of Loki’s lower tummy, his big fingers digging into the meat of Loki’s womb, “We are… you are going to go through some…hard times. I want you to remember that no matter what happens between you and I, what happens to you…that I love you. I loved you then and I do now. I have seen our souls, Loki, and it is nigh impossible to tell where yours ends and mine begins.”
Loki blinks a few times. He realizes there is water collecting in Thor’s blue eye. He reaches up to gently wipe the tear away before it falls. “I will remember,” Loki murmurs, “I swear it. I will.”
Thor leans down to kiss him again, but Loki is gone in a shimmer of green and Thor is left with an empty bed.
He sighs, rolling to lay back on his back. Was that all a dream? There’s no way. Thor doesn’t stir when the door to his cabin opens, knowing who it is.
“You’ve had a visitor,” Loki says, waddling in, his arms full of raided snacks from the Statesman’s kitchens. Thor gives a smile, seeing his lovely and very pregnant Loki come closer. “We already agreed that other versions of you don’t count as disloyalty,” Thor quickly says, trying to put on his best handsome smile. It seems to soothe Loki for his brother squints at him then sighs heavily, “If it keeps you from humping my leg for one night, fine. Now scoot over.”
Thor at least has his wits about him to let Loki lay on the dry half of the bed, content to sleep in the mess he had made himself. He lays his head in Loki’s lap, his eyes fluttering shut, feeling Loki’s fingers go through the short hair atop his head. Thor definitely had a feeling that everything was going to be just fine.