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void-knights · 2 years

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The issues with secret relationships (Dashingfrost Oneshot)

Pairing: Loki/Fandral, Male Loki/Fandral,

Rating: E - 18+ readers only [Minors DNI]

Tags: Pre-Thor 1 setting, M/M sex, Oral sex, Angst, Comfort sex, gentle sex, Submisisve Loki, More angst than I was expecting,

Word Count: 4845

Summery: Request by @moonlightbea-33,

Authors notes: Following a recent uptick in requests, I have decided to automatically decline any Tumblr requests from blogs that only like posts and do not reblog. If you are a user who only likes and does not comment either here or on Tumblr then please do not post a request.

It's not my best work but I've struggled lately to keep interested in posting fanfics and write in general.

AO3 Version

"You misunderstand," Fandral whispered, chasing after Loki through the empty corridors of the palace. "Loki, please listen," the warrior begged, but Loki was in no mood to hear yet more boasting from his lover.

A secret lover at that. If Thor found out about them - Loki shook his head, dispelling the fears that churned in his stomach. Their entire relationship was built upon a bedrock of lies, lies that were eroding beneath them, threatening to topple the relationship they had created. The thing that they had was good, excellent some days, comfortable other days, but it could never be enough for either of them.

They could not hold hands in public; they could not declare their affection for one another. They would see one another and be unable to admit their growing fondness for each other. On worse days, they would see one another wrapped around another person. Fandral never turned down a flirtatious woman who was happy to smother him with praise and affection, while the prince had men and women eating out of his hand.

People were willing to do anything for even a moment of the prince's attention. This jealously often drove the dashing swordsman to flirtatiously steal the hearts and affections of yet more women while maintaining his agreement to be faithful to Loki.

Not a single soul knew or guessed of the prince and Vanir's secret relationship. Which to Loki was fucking hilarious. If people saw either prince with another woman (and in Loki's case, a man as well), they would assume that there could be a romantic relationship going on. Gossip thrived on the scandalous details of both prince's sexual and romantic entanglements. They could not say hello to a woman without some people planning their engagement for the next hour.

Yet not one soul had bothered to hint that maybe just maybe the younger prince and Vanir warrior were perhaps fucking. He could not call it a romance. Romance involves declarations of love of support between those involved in the relationship. It was about holding hands, kissing beneath the stars, dancing to music and laughing at the misfortune of enemies. It wasn't some secret thing barely acknowledged and left to rot in the dark where it would never be known.

This was not the first secret sexual relationship that Loki had been involved in, and it would not be his last either, but for now, the prince believed that he and Fandral could work. That one day, they would be able to stand in public and declare their love for one another. He was nothing if not romantic.

But for now, he was pissed, and his rage caused servants and people to scatter as he stormed through the palace, upset that Fandral could be so callous.

"What was I supposed to say?" Fandral asked desperately as he caught up to Loki. There was not a soul to overhear their one-sided conversation. "Oh, sorry Thor, you are mistaken. I am quite happily engaged in a relationship at present. Yes indeed, it is with Loki!"

The merry jesting of the dashing warrior had worn Loki's last nerve to its frayed core. Loki kicked his parlour doors open with a burst of magic that caused Fandral to cringe ever so slightly. Once recovered, the warrior followed the god into the room and closed the doors behind them in a much less dramatic fashion.

"Perhaps you should have considered my feelings when boasting of the great number of beautiful women you have bedded?" Loki demanded, but Fandral blinked, deeply confused as to why this would anger the god.

"I mentioned you. Of course I could not be obvious about the…" it occurred to Fandral, between trying to recall his exact words and Loki's seething rage, that he had quite obviously not mentioned Loki. He was used to being cautious about his relationship with the prince. Acting upon self-preservation, he avoided mentioning Loki or a person who might be mistaken for Loki.

"Then tell me, what of you? You are the one who allows men and women to fawn all over him!" Fandral said.

"Unlike you, I am quite comfortable with my sexuality-"

"-This is not about my sexuality," Fandral complained because even he was not sure about his sexuality.

Their relationship began when Fandral fucked a very female Loki, it was simple back when Loki was a princess and seemed to be sticking to that until he wasn't, and then they awkwardly fell into whatever this was. Loki might be, on occasion unkind and cruel, but he would never out another person's sexuality, it annoyed the prince at times, but he had known what he was getting involved in.

Sighing Loki ran a hand through his short raven hair, pissed off that he had not foreseen how complicated this would all become.

"Loki, you know that I love you and only you," Fandral insisted and yes, Loki knew that the warrior held great affection for him.

The prince sighed, his aching heart unable to take the slight lie in the warriors' words. Neither loved the other to the extent that they claimed. The forbidden nature of this dalliance made it all seem thrilling and daring. That they could conduct a sexual and romantic relationship beneath the noses of all of Asgard and get away with it was - it just was amazing.

But love? Loki had had time and perspective to think about their relationship. He acknowledged that Fandral cared for him, that Fandral would probably always care for him in the way that so many seemed to fall in love with gods and never be able to separate themselves from them.

The doubts that plagued Loki, knowing that at times both he and Fandral found themselves almost talked into another person's bed? Love was an easy word for the Vanir to throw around. They were a people of romance and famed for their affections and passionate affairs. Loki felt passion, he felt love, but he did not truly feel as though he was in love.

He ached for more, and neither he nor Fandral could have it.

Again Fandral tried to make the prince listen to his words, to make those honeyed verses sink into the god's heart and warm his soul. Loki was resistant; frustrated tears pricked his eyes as he tried to calm himself down.

Warm hands rested upon Loki's arms, "Know that it is only you that has my heart," Fandral insisted, and despite common sense wanting to throttle Loki, the god caved, wishing he could genuinely believe in the Vanir's words. "Darling, what we have is worth protecting," Fandral whispered, pulling Loki into his arms.

Loki resisted. He always fought, at first annoyed that Fandral could illicit these more vulnerable feelings within him. He resented the Vanir for being so capable of expressing their heart's desires, making love and passion seem simple. It wasn't. At least not to Loki. It was easier when they both were simply fucking the other without any feelings involved. Why could they not return to those simple times?

Fandral's hands shifted down Loki's arms and onto his waist. Slowly, he pulled Loki towards him, fearful that they stumbled into a situation that they could not recover from. The prince sighed as he relaxed against Fandral, leaning his entire weight against the warrior who tried not to be too pleased that Loki had (for now) pushed his anger aside.

Too exhausted to continue his fight with Fandral, Loki instead buried himself in lust and the feel of the warrior's warms body against his own. Without intending to, they fell into the same patterns that they always did.

"I want everyone to know," Fandral confessed. However, Loki could feel the hints of doubt that twisted the man's truthful words into half-truths, "I do," he whispered, pressing his forehead against Loki's, "I want the entire realms to know of our love, to know how we feel," he whispered lovingly.

Despite his common sense telling him not to, Loki allowed himself to believe in Fandral's words. He shivered as the warrior led him down the familiar path towards his bed, "They may not see it, but I do," Fandral continued trying to keep Loki out of his own head. The prince would never admit to his feelings of self-doubt and insecurity.

"I see how beautiful you are, Loki," Fandral whispered softly, pressing his forehead against Loki feeling the cool touch of his skin. The subtle wooden and leather scents that complemented the tang of ozone that often clung to sorcerers were a potent and heady combination.

Subtly was a foreign concept to the warrior, yet somehow, he made it seem charming. Much to the prince's vexation, he was not immune to such saccharine gestures.

"At times, I wished others would see you in the same light as I," Fandral continued to say as he pressed soft kisses to the shell of Loki's ear. Each featherlight touch unfurled something soft and cosy within the prince, who tried to resist the temptation to fall so freely into the warrior's affections. "Then I think that if they did, I would have to fight for your attention and time," Fandral continued as he traced a path along Loki's jaw.

"What nonsense you speak," Loki tried to beat back the tender touches and gentle words with common sense and realism. But those concepts seemed to melt away when Fandral consumed him in a kiss so achingly sweet that Loki could do little to resist the way his heart sped up and his stomach knotted itself a thousand over.

Fandral gently steered Loki into bed, his intentions obvious, it was always the same, and somehow it seemed that in this precise moment, this was fine. "My words might be nonsense, but I will convince you they are true," Fandral promised while stealing gentle kisses.

Loki attempted to resist the apparent flattery. Instead, he found himself cursing the Vanir, who knew how to distract the god from his own self-destructive thoughts. Warm, featherlight kisses made the prince's stomach twist and churn as Fandral guided them into the middle of the bed.

Words failed the god as Fandral trailed kisses down the length of Loki's long pale neck. The prince gasped, surprised by the warrior's tenderness. Talented hands made quick work of the buckles of Loki's coat, and neither wished to waste the precious little time they had together. Fandral could never stay the night. Should the servants or guards catch them, the news would reach the ears of Thor before Loki could silence all witnesses.

Slowly peeling Loki out of his coat and tunic, Fandral assaulted the prince with kisses along his shoulder and neck. Each little kiss spurned on that light fluttery feeling in Loki's stomach.

"You are beautiful," Fandral whispered hoarsely against Loki's pale skin, "There are none that compare to you," Loki couldn't help but roll his eyes. That was a line he had often used on others before Fandral and a line that Fandral had no doubt repeated just as often as he had. Yet there was something within him that believed in the Vanir's words.

Gently pushing Loki down until he lay on the bed, Fandral straddled the prince's waist and consumed him in a tender and loving kiss. The very act left Loki shaking with need as the gentle fluttering in his stomach grew into a hurricane of conflicted emotions. Long gone were the doubtful voices whispering their poison in the back of his mind. All he could feel all he wanted was Fandral.

Carding his fingers through the warrior's soft blond hair, Loki shivered. The naked affection in Fandral's eyes struck him to the core of his being. "You are incredible," Fandral continued to praise, taking Loki's left hand from his hair and planting gentle, lasting kisses on every knuckle, savouring how the god melted into the mattress beneath them.

He turned Loki's hand over to press kisses to the skin of the god's palm, "You have the power to defeat armies," he planted tender kisses on Loki's wrist. He could feel the steady beat of the god's pulse suddenly speed up. He grinned foolishly as Loki's cheeks burned a not-so-subtle pink. "Watching you fight, there is nothing, nobody that I can compare you to," he continued to kiss along the inside of Loki's arm.

Transfixed by the Vanir's loving words and tenderness of the moment, Loki gave in, completely submitting to the pleasantness that washed over him with every kiss.

He could feel Fandral's warm breath upon the cool skin of his collar bone as he continued to speak, "I doubt there is another who can weave magic as skillfully as you," Loki wanted to argue. But then Fandral trailed a path of kisses down his body scattering the argumentative thoughts from the god's mind.

He was lost in the adoring attention and tenderness. It was as though someone had turned him into something so comfortably soft and squishy, the perfect example of comfort and warmth. Pieces of him wanted to keep them here in this moment forever, tenderly loving one another until they could love no more, but even he, with all his tricks and magic, could not do that.

Ghosting his palms along the god's ribs, Fandral could feel Loki's skin heat beneath his touch, "There are moments when I can scarcely believe that you are mine," he whispered as he leaned down to kiss the tender skin of Loki's stomach. Beneath him, the god squirmed as those gentle kisses peppered his pale skin. Each fluttering feeling that grew deep within him grew more chaotic and wild.

He wanted to escape, to push Fandral down on the bed and ride his cock, but then the warrior gently caressed his hips and traced a path down the outside of Loki's long legs. Unlacing the prince's trousers, Fandral grinned to himself upon feeling Loki shuddering in anticipation.

Wasting no time, Fandral traced the tip of his tongue along the underneath of Loki's velvety cock. A soft keening noise escaped the prince as he desperately urged the warrior to hurry up. Flushed and vulnerable, Loki fisted the sheets beneath him, trying to will himself into complete submission. Fandral grinned and pressed a kiss to the crown of Loki's cock.

"There are none that compare to you," Fandral whispered, flustering Loki even more while he began kissing and sucking the prince's hot cock. "I wish I could be here with you all day. I would take my time with you and make you see just how truly unique and beautiful you are."

Attempting to resist the growing flutters consuming him, Loki tried to pull away from Fandral, but the warrior pinned him in place, holding him down as a reminder that though the night might be softer than their usual games, he was the one still in charge here.

Hot lust devoured the flutters turning them into an inferno of emotion that made his blood boil and skin tingle. His overly sensitive body was suddenly very aware of everything upon it, from the rasp of silk bedsheets to the way Fandral's palms slid along his exposed thighs.

The obscene noises that Fandral made sent him into a hazy state, "Fuck," Fandral whispered, swirling the god's hardening cock with his tongue. "You taste perfect. I can never get enough of you," he groaned, pressing hot kisses along the shaft before sucking the god into his hot mouth. A soft gasp of surprise and want slipped from Loki. The god quivered his toes curlers, and he thought 'finally' he did not need to be subjected to Fandral's praises.

Yet somehow those sweet calloused fingers cleverly traced patterns in the soft skin of Loki's stomach. The patterns were sheer nonsensical shapes but their intentions were apparent comfort. Pleasure coursed through him until he could no longer feel anything but the warmth and pleasure of Fandral's presence.

It was just them. Fandral sucked his cock harder than the prince anticipated causing Loki to hiss. Yet just as quickly as the sting of pleasure appeared, it evaporated leaving the god shivering in his pleasure as Fandral released his stiff cock with one last kiss to the tip.

"You-" Loki could not tolerate any further compliments and instead pulled Fandral into a searing all-consuming kiss. He did not need words. He needed to be fucked, but the Vanir was a man on a mission and today, he was going to fuck the prince tenderly until the god was assured that nobody else mattered to him.

Fandral rolled them over. Loki's magic made quick work of removing all clothes; he hoped the Vanir would take the hint. He did not. Instead Fandral took his time, lavishly peppering kisses along the length of Loki's shoulder.

"Norns, look at you," He whispered against the shell of Loki's ear. The way the god's hair had begun to curl had the Vanir smiling. It somehow made the god appear softer and more vulnerable. He was usually so polished and put together. To see him rosy-cheeked and panting softly, his face almost completely buried in the pillows beneath them, had an already hard Fandral aching with a sudden physical need.

"How can you possibly doubt that you are the most incredible being in all the realms?" He whispered warmly against Loki's ear as he slowly uncorked a bottle of oil. Whatever protest Loki was going to make was silenced when Fandral slowly pressed his oiled fingers to Loki's hole.

"Just look how pretty you are," he continued while Loki whimpered softly, afraid to betray just how good he felt under the praises of the warrior. Peppering kisses along Loki's shoulder, Fandral smiled upon hearing those precious whimpers that spilt from the god's lips.

"There is more to you than the beauty I see here lay beneath me," Fandral whispered softly while sliding his fingers into Loki, slowly working him open. A soft keening noise left the god's lips, "You are more than your looks. You are incredible and powerful, half the stuff you know. I cannot begin to fathom it."

"That is hardly—ah!" Loki cried out as Fandral curled his fingers inside him, stroking that spot inside him; grabbing the headboard, the god attempted to ground himself to focus on something that was not the honeyed words of his lover nor his own pleasure.

"Hardly my most inspired romanticisms, I am aware," Fandral quietly chuckled, baring his weight down upon Loki, pinning him into the mattress. "But it is the truth. You are intelligent in a way that I cannot comprehend, your powers, Norns…" he groaned before biting the sensitive skin on the nape of Loki's neck. The god shivered violently in pleasure.

"The skill in which you wield your power is a dance greater than any theatre production could conceive of," Fandral continued to say. His fingers worked a more wondrous magic within the god who curled into the pleasure incapable nor wanting to escape its sweet siren song. "Do you recall that battle we fought in Vanaheim? The general had told us it was a lost cause, to give up on the town, on its people and evacuate."

Barely able to hear Fandral over the hot pleasure wracking his body Loki scrambled enough sense together to remember and to answer with a firm nod and a long moan. Those fingers, Norns, those talented fingers, were unmaking him in a way they had forgotten. He whined softly, his aching cock so painfully neglected that all he could do to soothe the itch that was slowly consuming him was to rub himself against the bedsheets like a horny pubescent.

How long had it been since they had last taken things slow? When they had last had the opportunity to enjoy one another without needing to retreat into the shadows hastily? Fuck, he could hardly remember the last time they had fucked one another completely naked. Their time was so sparse.

"I, I recall," Loki panted, twisting himself to get a better look at the warrior whose hair had come undone and was spilling around his face. Fuck, he looked so good rumpled and red face, his eyes blown dark with lust, he pressed his nose into Loki's shoulder inhaling deeply, the soft golden locks tickled his scorching his skin.

"Thor wanted to use his power, summon a storm to deal with the enemy, but you recognised that it would be the spark to light the powder keg," Fandral continued for Loki, who was barely able to string thoughts together. Words were impossible.

He moaned as Fandral slipped his oil-slicked hand beneath them and stroked his painfully hard cock. The sweet relief assaulted the god in new and incredible ways. He did not know which way to turn. To bury himself against Fandral's hand or to press into his fingers so that he could bury them deeper within him. The choice became so stressful that he found himself unable to think; he lost himself in the madness of needing his release! If only Fandral would hurry up!

"So instead," Fandral whispered in a growling tone while gripping Loki's cock in a way that prevented him from coming. "So instead you suggested that we created a blanket of fog and enchanted us so that we may see through the murk while our enemies stumbled around confused," he continued with the anecdote, aware that he was slowly driving Loki into the throws of madness.

Removing his fingers from Loki's tight hole, the warrior grinned, "Is there a purpose to this stroll down memory lane?" the god was unhappy with this turn of events. He just wanted to come! "If you—ah!" he moaned, forgetting his rage as Fandral pressed the head of his cock to his hole, "Yes, fuck me," Loki pleaded, "Please just fuck me, I need you to-"

"Shh," Fandral whispered, releasing his hold on the god's cock and placing his hand over Loki's mouth instead. He didn't need Loki to speak tonight, "Thor was unhappy with your plan. It did not give him the public glory he desired," Fandral continued with his story while slowly inching himself into the tight ring of muscle. He groaned so deeply Loki could feel the rumble within his bones, "but we saved everyone," Fandral said.

Loki didn't much care about the survival of townsfolk and farmers at the moment, he just needed to be fucked long and hard, and sadly he could not bring himself to pressure the warrior into speeding up. Instead, he lost himself in the haze of his pleasure, the warmth of those sweet words and praises, he was clay to be moulded into the shape that Fandral desired, and all previous arguments no longer mattered.

He whimpered against the palm that kept him from speaking, "You pretend that you do not care for our people, for the people of Asgard, but I see your good heart and good intentions," Fandral whispered, sliding himself entirely into the god who was barely listening by now. His pleasure ruined him.

There was something about sex with Fandral that completed him in a way that he could not find with strangers. He had forgotten how wonderful it felt not to worry about who may walk past them fucking in some dark corner of the palace. He had forgotten how good it felt to be in an actual bed with comfort and privacy when being filled by the warrior.

Why did they not do this more often? He wondered and then forgot because slowly, inch by beautiful, vexing inch Fandral began to move his pace slow at first, but each thrust sent Loki spiralling towards the sea of his pleasure.

"That day, you saved the entire town," Fandral continued with his story frustrating Loki. At least he had removed his hand! The god tried to think of a clever comeback that would put the Vanir in his place, but thoughts were fleeting, forgotten and abandoned when Fandral angled himself perfectly and thrust into him firmly. Pleasure consumed him. His toes curled, his back arched; he needed and wanted whatever the Vanir was willing to give him.

"You are the most incredible being I have had the pleasure of meeting Loki," Fandral praised. Loki groaned, "Perfect, beautiful, kind, so good, so wonderful," the warmth that bloomed in the god's chest betrayed him. It made him feel settled and comforted.

In the warmth of the Vanir's arms he felt safe; he felt whole.

"You are just so perfect," Fandral whispered as he continued to thrust into the god slowly. Loki moaned softly, "My sweet darling prince, if only you could see how beautiful you are," he growled against the shell of the god's ear, "How glorious you are. A being worthy of the worship he receives."

Loki cried out in his pleasure, reaching behind him to grab Fandral. The Vanir grabbed his hand and pinned it down to the mattress, further locking him in place. He was trapped beneath the warrior. Logic told him he could easily escape, but he entertained the fantasy that he was some weak mortal incapable of escape. That he was the prey of something much more significant than himself.

Sparks of pleasure danced along his spine, charging him towards the precipice of his sea of bliss. Fandral's thrusts became wild, frenzied, his pace bruising to a lesser being. The sudden roughness combined with the gentle praises of his words sent Loki spiralling.

He came hard, forgetting himself, forgetting the world around him as everything slowly faded into that space that he dared not name. He was safe, warm, and cosy. He could feel the Vanir thrust deep into him before his pace stuttered, and he came spilling into the god, who moaned loudly. The feeling of being filled by his lover was almost too much. He whined and cried, pulling and pushing desperately against the warrior who cradled him softly in his arms.

Loki nestled against the Vanir, shivering in pleasure. A soft, gentle smile graced his lips. Slowly Fandral slipped out of him, the feeling of emptiness, a dreadful feeling that he wanted to chase away. The Vanir cleaned them both up before settling back into bed with Loki, who clung desperately to the warrior if it were anyone else - that didn't matter right now.

"It's okay," Fandral whispered, kissing the top of Loki's head. He knew exactly what the god needed and made sure he had it. He wrapped them both up, succumbing to exhaustion and pleasure. Together they nestled against one another basking in the other's comforting embrace.

It would be a while before either of them stirred. It was Loki who prodded Fandral, making sure to rouse the warrior before they could be caught out.

"Ah, there is one-minute detail you forgot to mention in your tale of praise," Loki panted softly, finally grabbing hold of some sense.

Blissed out, Fandral merely hummed, contented in his pleasure for some time. He lacked the refractory period of a god.

"Yes," Loki propped himself up on one elbow, his palm fingers tracing through the Vanir's hair, "In that mission, while we did save the town and my trickery was perhaps the reason the town still stands, it was Thor who received all the credit. People believed it was he who conjured the fog."

"He's the god of thunder, not weather," Fandral said dumbly, trying to gather his wits and not feel odd about talking about his friend and Loki's brother at this moment.

"A god of thunder who wields lightning," Loki pointed out casually.

Fandral groaned, wishing the god would not delight so much in the argument. "Please, for the love of everything that the universe holds dear, just accept the praise." That's what this had all been about, to show Loki just how incredible they were.

Loki shrugged and slipped out of bed, "You should make haste. The servants shall arrive soon. I do not need them seeing you in my chambers."

"You could always cast an invisibility spell on me?" Fandral waggled his eyebrows. They had done it plenty of times; while they appreciate the thrill of semi-public sex, they knew better than to be caught.

It occurred to Fandral that Loki had never actually bothered to offer to hide him while the servants or visitors came to visit Loki.

"I would rather not," was all Loki said, fussing with his hair. The curls stubbornly refused to obey his whims.

"Why not? It would be a simple task for you!" Fandral argued, slowly treading ground that he tried to smooth over.

Loki merely shrugged, offering no counterargument. There was not much Fandral could do, so he gathered his clothes, kissed Loki and fled. He almost ran into the staff who were pushing trays of food and wine to Loki's chambers.

It wouldn't be long before they would argue again, Fandral wondering what Loki had against spending an entire night alone together while the god dodged his questions.

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