Avengers Minis

 

Title: Work For It

Fandom: Avengers

Pairing: Thor/Loki

Commissioned by: SweetSeme

Part:  /4

Word count: 1,610

An: Posting all these chapters now so I don’t have to deal with it later. Seriously. It’s way too early to be up.

 

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Waking up the next morning with a headache that pounded at his brain and behind his eyes, Loki moaned lowly and covered his eyes with a hand in an attempt at blocking out the firelight that was still happily dancing in his fireplace. He noticed that the curtains in the two rooms were closed, blocking out any light from the outside, grateful for whoever had closed them for him. Feeling movement from the side of the couch, he moved his hand enough to see a large colored blob move to sit next to him and bring him what smelled like tea that was designed for hangovers to his mouth.

 

“Beyond the pounding in thy head, how are you faring?” The tone and the pattern of speaking told the younger God that it was Thor who had made the tea and had closed the curtains and probably a few other things.

 

“I am hungover, Thor, how do you think I feel?” Loki retorted as he drank the tea with the bigger man’s help. He could feel the warmth of the sweet, medicated tea flow through him, helping to ease the throb of his muscles along with his rolling stomach. The pounding headache turned into a dull throb that he knew would disappear with a very hot shower from past experience. Thor watched with thoughtful blue eyes as Loki dropped back onto the couch and relaxed once more.

 

“Feeling better with the tea in your system, I would think,” Thor replied, standing up to place the cup on an end table before sitting down on a chair, crossing his arms as Loki let the tea work.

“Very much so,” he snorted before standing up with a slight wobble to his stance, heading for the bedroom, his brother’s voice stopping him from entering it.

 

“Do you often drink yourself to sleep?” Thor asked, his voice neutral. Loki shifted slightly to look at him with a dark look.

 

“No, I do not. I dislike the feeling the next morning. I only drink when old wounds are picked open before they can truly heal,” Loki growled before continuing on his way to his bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. As satisfying as the loud sound was, it made his head throb with renewed pain. Thor breathed out a sigh as he listened to the shower start, flopping down into a chair.

 

His imagination was quick to provide him memory based images of a wet Loki, filling his mind, lust flooding his body, hot and heavy. Moaning, he rubbed at his face as he imagined how the water would sluice over pale skin and strong muscles as long fingers danced through black hair and over a sinful body. He could well remember how it had felt to pin that body down and slide into tight, squeezing heat as Loki arched up into him, moaning sweetly. He wondered what had possessed him to break it off with his brother and lover.

 

Pushing up from his chair, he started to pace about the room before deciding that he should start the fire in the bedroom to warm the room up. Once he had the fire started, he continued to squat before the fire, even as the shower stopped running in the bathroom. Loki soon came out and stared at his brother, frowning heavily to himself.

 

He could see the subtle difference that six months on Midgar had done to the older God, and had to admit that the longer hair and looser stance fit the man. “Thor, tell me something,” Loki drawled, wanting to know what had caused his brother to break their relationship off, and not the transparent excuse that he had given. “Why had you ended what we had?” he asked once Thor had turned to him.

 

“I do not know, brother,” Thor said, turning back to the fire. Loki snarled at the answer, feeling that the man wasn’t giving him the full truth.

 

“Do not lie to me, nor think me stupid!” Loki snarled, eyes flashing and magic flaring. Thor smoothly stood, turning to his brother. “Why? Can you not tell me even that without lying to me? After so many years together you choose now to leave me?”

 

“I do not know,” Thor roared as he glared at Loki who just returned the glare. Black eyes snapped and were flamed up high, pale cheeks flushed with his anger. “I was about to leave for Midgar once more and we had been becoming more distant from one another,” he said, voice tight with anger tinged with his lust.

 

“I tried to fix it, you idiotic oaf!” Loki roared, picking up a vase and throwing it at Thor, who barely dodged out of the way. As the vase shattered against one wall, he stood straight, glaring at his brother again. “But all you cared about then was your precious mortals! You broke spending time that did not include us fucking for them!”

 

“I had to arrange things for when I went down,” Thor stated, taking a step towards Loki who just turned his back on his fellow God.

 

“Again, do not lie to me nor think me stupid, Thor,” Loki said stiffly. “You broke our times together for other’s that you could speak to whenever you wished to,” he continued. “And added insult to injury by deeming it necessary to give me a finally pity fuck,” he snarled.

 

“There was no pity in our time in our bed!” Thor roared, his brother giving him a cold glare over his shoulder. “I wished for one last time with you before I ended our relationship,” he stated, voice hot.

 

Loki turned away fully and closed his eyes, feeling his body tremble as he lowered his head and leant against his dresser. Lust swam through his body as his memories of his time laying with Thor, provided the feel of the larger body over him and the taste of the rough, sweet skin of Thor’s body. He couldn’t afford to lose himself to the need to taste, touch and feel his brother taking him again. He had to get his answers first, had to find out why.

 

“You still left me, hurt me. Do you have any idea how hurt my heart and soul was by your actions? I felt as if I bled within and I couldn’t stop it,” Loki said, trying to stop his voice from wavering. “I almost ended laying in an eternal sleep from the pain that I had been thrust into,” he finally said, making Thor wince as he remembered reading the entries of that time.

 

His younger brother’s words had shown just what kind of toll his pain had taken on him, becoming bare of the eloquence that Loki always seemed to show. Thor had believed, and still did, that he had hurt reading those words almost as much as he had hurt leaving his lover the way he had.

 

“Loki,” he rumbled, stepping forward before stopping once more as the man before him sighed lowly.

 

“I bet that you have read my journal to,” came from him, sounding as if he was defeated. Thor's silence told him all he needed to know, drawing a gust of air out of his mouth. “Tell me this, Thor, did you love me like you said you did or was I just a convenient toy to be used until you got bored with me?” Loki asked, his voice bitter.

 

Thor snarled and stalked over to him, grabbing his arm and spinning him around, shoving Loki against the dresser. Pressing their bodies together, he locked his hands around thin wrists and held them against the top of the dresser.

 

“I never once lied to you about my feelings for you. I loved you and I still love you. When I claimed you that first night, I meant every word that I said to you,” he snarled, shaking Loki as he snarled back.

 

“Then why did you leave me? Were your mortals so much more important than me?” Loki screamed, tugging his hands free and shoving at Thor’s chest, trying to make him move before his body betrayed him and his feelings. “Was I not as important as them, if not more so?”

 

“You fool! I left because I did not want to hurt you by the mortal’s words of our relationship. They would have pulled you apart so much worse than me leaving you would have,” Thor stated, before sighing and lowering his voice. “I could not bear watching you be hurt by the ignorant words of them, even if they are my friends.” Reaching up, he stroked one hand over a soft cheek, brushing drying hair out of Loki’s face.

 

“You are indeed an idiotic oaf, Thor. If you had been at my side, your mortal’s would not have bothered me at all,” he said before reaching up and pulling Thor down into a desperate kiss. With tongues tangling and teeth nipping, they pressed closer together, trying to get as close as they could without becoming one person. Loki pulled away with a soft smile. “But I suppose with time and a lot of work, we will be fine. No more trying to protect me from the idiocies of others,” he purred as he ran his hands down wards. “We are Gods after all.”

 

Thor chuckled and nipped at the sweet lips before planting his hands on Loki’s hips and squeezed. “I believe that I have gone six months without you and now I want to feel you once more.”

 

“I will be making you work for it, brother,” Loki teased with a promising smile.