Thor's Struggle; Loki's Pleasure

Thor’s Struggle; Loki’s Pleasure

“Listen well, brother—“

Loki’s lips curled into a sly grin as Stark plummeted into Thor’s body, taking him to the ground. “I’m listening~”

The grunt he heard from Thor as he hit the ground forced heat into Loki’s belly. He glanced over the edge, and the heat became more intense as Stark tossed Thor ruthlessly across the woods. It was always pleasurable to see Thor being beaten; it was a testament that he was not, in fact, the strongest. Loki slid his tongue over his lips as he watched Thor and Stark continue to collide, lightening and electricity sparking off of each hit.

Thor was becoming disheveled. His hair was everywhere, his skin dirty from the woods, and he was picking up superficial injuries from Stark’s constant thrashings. Loki loved it. The heat that boiled into his gut made him shudder, and as Stark hit Thor viciously, Loki reached down and palmed his clothed erection. His poison-green eyes stayed on his brother and he grinned as he was forced, face first, into the side of the cliff. He squeezed his cock and moaned. Oh, yes, he loved hearing Thor grunt and roar in frustration.

It had always been his favorite part of their battles.

Loki managed to slip his hands beneath his multiple layers of clothing, skilled from practice, and curled his thin fingers around his cock. He pumped once when he heard another gasp from his brother, and tipped his head back. His imagination began to run rampant as the bright burst of lightening hit the ground again. Loki felt the energy writhe along his skin and he shuddered. Another noise of frustration from Thor, and Loki began to stroke his hand quickly along his engorged flesh, tugging and pulling whenever he wanted to feel that bite of pain that made his toes curl.

Each time he squeezed just around the head of his cock, he gasped and strained to hear Thor’s demands and growls. He imagined his brother on top of him, demanding delicious, wicked things from him. Perhaps he would force Loki’s jaw open and thrust into his throat. Perhaps he would tie him down to a bed and make him beg until he dissolved into a mess of whimpers. Perhaps he would talk dirty to him, demand that he beg, and then pull his hair.

Loki loved having his hair pulled. He sucked in a sharp breath as he imagined himself chained to the ground, his hair pulled taut with Thor forcing him to suck his dick. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the moisture gathering at the tip of his cock and muffled his whimper. Then, he licked his lips again and thrust his hips into the palm of his hand. He could hear the battle begin to end and hissed. Shit. He had gotten caught up in his fantasies. At least he was close.

A few more strokes and Loki’s body was arching from the ground. He tipped his head back, his neck strained, and his lips parted in a gasp. He came into his hand, long strands of cum coiling around each finger and along his taut stomach. He gasped for air for a few seconds before hastily waving his free hand, the mess immediately disappearing with a whispered spell.

It was then that Thor and his super hero buddies launched themselves to where he was perched. He looked at them with a raised eyebrow and a cruel grin.

Thor would never know his fantasies.

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A/N: This was a short drabble. I was curious about what, exactly, Loki preoccupied himself with while Thor and Stark went at it in The Avengers. :)