Boltedfruit Archive

Submission

Published: 2021-07-17

Category: M/M

Rating: E

Words: 1,089

Fandom: Thor

Ship: Thor/Loki

Characters: Thor, Loki

Tags: Dom/sub Undertones, Light BDSM, the dumb kneel slogan but make it sexy

Summary:

Thor leans in close, whispers the words hot against his jaw. “Try to shove me to my knees tonight again and see what happens, dearest brother.” Then he smirks and heads off, cape rustling with each step.

 

Loki tries not to look too flustered. He adjusts his collar and turns back, intending to go to his study. The heat from Thor’s neck burns his hand all the way there.

Author's Note

This one lands in the chunk of writing I did from 2016-2019.

Loki comes up with the idea quite by accident, which is something he’s not used to. Neither is Thor.

 

He can see it in his brother’s bright blue eyes when he blinks and laughs, a little incredulous at the hand hovering by his neck. At what that hand just did. Loki can’t quite believe it either, and so he drops his hand back to his side, stinging from the slap he’d delivered.

 

“You want me to kneel, is that it?” Thor asks him, and Loki licks his lips.

 

“I did not intend—”

 

Thor leans in close, whispers the words hot against his jaw. “Try to shove me to my knees tonight again and see what happens, dearest brother.” Then he smirks and heads off, cape rustling with each step.

 

Loki tries not to look too flustered. He adjusts his collar and turns back, intending to go to his study. The heat from Thor’s neck burns his hand all the way there.

 

 

He finds Thor when the stars are bright and Asgard is fast away in their dreams. He does not bother knocking, and instead quietly shuts the door behind him when he sees Thor sitting in the nude at the edge of his bed.

 

Loki swallows and goes to him.

 

Thor shrugs when he approaches. “Thought you’d appreciate the least amount of struggle.”

 

“What have you done with Thor? You’re an excellent likeness.” He glances down between his brother’s legs. “Even got the cock right.”

 

Thor laughs and hauls Loki forward by his wrist. “Sweet jests, love, but supplication is not above my manner. You know it.”

 

Loki snorts at that. “You bow for no one.”

 

“I bow my head ‘tween your thighs often enough,” Thor says and Loki’s ears heat. “Allow yourself this.”

 

“It is odd, for you. You’ve never given me cause to—to—”

 

“Believe I can obey a command?”

 

Loki’s eyes go wide as his throat feels as a desert. “And no less a command of mine. It was brash, slapping you like that today. I should not have done it.”

 

Thor’s eyes narrow up at him and Loki feels like squirming, so he stays as still as he can force himself to be.

 

“Aye, but you liked it. I saw the fire in your eyes. You wanted something from me I’ve not yet given you.”

 

“You’ve given me plenty,” Loki tells him, quiet.

 

Thor snakes his hands beneath his armor and works his thumbs into the hem of his breeks, pulling at the laces until the soft leather pools at his feet. Loki is hard and Thor’s steady gaze on him is not helping.

 

“Not everything,” he says, lips brushing the head of him. “It was not only you who liked the feeling of your hand on my neck.”

 

Thor’s lips barely close around his flesh before he’s pushing Thor back. Loki shrugs off the rest of his clothes while Thor watches, pleased with the sight.

 

“You’d give me this? Truly?” Loki asks him, ignoring how his voice wavers in excitement. He’s cautious to believe it for the gift it is.

 

“Yes, Loki.” And then Thor is lying back, hands clasped easily over his stomach. “Tell me what to do.”

 

Loki feels as if he’s won all of Asgard in a bet. He doesn’t know what to ask for first.

 

Not ask, he reminds himself, but command.

 

“On your stomach.” Thor obliges by rolling over. “Tell me if anything is too much.”

 

“You won’t break me.”

 

“If anything must be learned from tonight, it’s that anything can be proved possible.”

 

Thor hums and Loki climbs over him. Slides his cock through the line of his plump ass and is rewarded by a deep moan for it. He spreads Thor’s cheeks and grinds down harder, leaking already.

 

Thor rolls his hips into the bedding and Loki goes still. “Don’t move. You spill when I will it.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Loki’s spine tingles at the word. He grinds down again.

 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Loki tells him.

 

Thor hums again, thinking. “How much do you want me to tell you?”

 

“Everything. Everything you’ve always wanted, everything I’ve yet to do. Everything you want me to do again and again to you.”

 

“There’s quite a lot of things,” Thor says and Loki presses firm at his hole to choke off the words. “I want you to fuck me until the furs are soaked in our spend.”

 

A righteous jolt powers through him at Thor’s words and he has to still to keep from spilling right there. He wants to wait until he is deep enough that Thor will feel it for days after.

 

“I want you to stuff me so thick with your come that I drip with every step. I want to sweat it out. I want to have your cock in my throat between sparring sessions, where everyone can see. I want you to bite me bloody, whip me, I want to break the fucking marble floors when—”

 

Thor keens long and low when Loki pushes inside, unable to wait any longer. He’s running hot, his blood loud in his ears, and his heart races with the images brought to mind. Rut into Thor on the hard stone stained with the blood and sweat of the warriors after Thor has defeated them. Fill Thor so full, fuck him so thoroughly with so little reprieve he’s bursting at the seams from it.

 

“And what would you do,” Loki asks, pushing deeper, deeper until his brother’s hips are shaking from the effort of keeping still. “When you’re full? When there’s no room left in you?”

 

“Maybe from your seidr I’ll grow ripe,” his brother gasps, eyes slipped closed, voice wrecked as Loki drives into him. “Maybe you’ll get a child from me yet—”

 

Loki collapses forward, teeth hard on Thor’s shoulder as he counts the shudders wracking Thor beneath him. He bids him move and he does, shouting as he digs hard into the furs beneath him. Loki spills not long after and he bites Thor’s shoulder bloody for the effort.

 

“Gods above, Thor,” he gasps when he rolls to his side. Thor manages to turn his head on his crossed arms, looking entirely too sated. “You’re abhorrent.”

 

“I’ve had time to think about it,” he says, mouth quirked up.

 

Loki peers at him, limbs shaky and weak.

 

He slaps Thor’s ass weakly. “Well. Best make a list, brother. Wouldn’t want your keen mind to go to waste.”

 

Thor laughs and kisses Loki’s cheek.