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A/N: Requests from three anons. After the fluff comes the smut! (Is that how it goes? Probably not.) Enjoy, my lovelies! ♥

Words: 2691 Warnings: smut and shameless thirsting for Loki

“The bed sheets are to be changed at the end of the week but please do not worry about hurrying to make the bed in the morning. He enjoys his solitude and peace in the early hours of the day.”

You nodded, mentally taking a note of this. Frigga was heart-warming, kind. You could barely believe she was Thor's and Loki's mother. Be that as it may, you would fulfil your duties as Frigga's chamber maid to her satisfaction. Loki’s was sick this week, bed worn with a heavy case of the Asgardian flu and she had asked you to also take care of Loki's chambers this week.

Unlike his brother and much to your surprise, Loki did not have many demands. He would ask for books brought to him from the library for when he returned from a long day on the training grounds, he wished for fresh fruit (mainly grapes) and wine on his table at his immediate disposal at all times and in the mornings, you were to bring him his breakfast personally.

You were hesitant, for even though you could use the extra wage, Loki... he intimidated you. He intimidated you in a sexual manner. Tall, strong and elegant, it was short of a miracle the women were not falling to his feet like they did with Thor. How could they prefer the God of Thunder over him anyway? Loki was intelligent and witty, always up for a trick and eloquent on top of that. You liked his mischievous vein, even though you could never possibly admit that out loud. Loki's presence made your heart beat rapidly—and his curious, sometimes even seductive looks he observed you with during public feasts where you served drinks and food... they made your knickers damp and your blood heat up. It was wrong to desire him, so you knew. You were a mere chambermaid, unworthy of even thinking about an intimate encounter and yet... his long body and smooth voice had been haunting you at night ever since you had become Frigga’s chambermaid.

You were more than ready to lose your virginity, finally. No man had been inside you yet, no one had claimed you as his. Working as a chambermaid, your opportunities to meet proper men obviously remained ridiculously little, and you were far too proud to give yourself to an unexperienced stable boy. Even when Odin had royal visitors whom you served in his palace rarely paid attention to a simple chambermaid when they could have one of the other beautiful women with a status in the throne room. Besides, your mother had taught you that it was forbidden for an unmarried woman to desire intimacy without a spouse, forbidden to desire a prince at that.

“Loki can be a very gentle man once you get to know him better. Yet I will ask him to behave around you. I know he can be rather intimidating.” Frigga said just then, her hand touching your shoulder in a comforting manner. Once again, you nodded shyly as you came to a halt in front of Loki's door and knocked hesitantly. His smooth voice sent shivers up and down your spine the moment he spoke up and invited you into the lion’s cave…

“Yes?”

“My prince? I, uh… my name is (Y/N). The queen sent me to take care of your chambers this week.”

He looked as handsome as ever. Dressed in more casual clothing than usual, he was sat at his desk with his legs on the table, reading peacefully. Your mouth watered when he licked his index finger to turn the page.

The God of Mischief looked up from his book. “Ah yes…” A playful glistening erupted in his blue eyes like a fiery volcano. “My mother told me she would be finding replacement. I know you. You help out the kitchen maids during feasts, do you not?”

“I do, your highness.”

“My mother has acquainted you with my habits, I presume?” He said, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“She has, your highness.”

“Very well then… I shall be looking forward to an… entertaining week.” Your heart skipped a beat.

Panting, you turned over to avoid the wet spot your arousal had left on your thin mattress. Your hand emerged from between your legs, your shaking fingers sleek with your juices. How many times this night had you touched yourself simply by thinking about how concentrated Loki had still been reading in his chambers today when you came to bring him fresh fruit and wine? You had not missed the thoughtful and knowing glances he had shot you, nor had you failed to notice the hint of a smirk both playing on his thin lips and sparkling in his eyes. He kept doing it, knowing very well what it did to you, no? He must have known. Loki was the most perceptive man on Asgard. Perhaps he already knew your reactions to him better than you did yourself. But it could not happen. Frigga might have asked him to be nice to you after you had left but that did not mean he could not have his fun with you and tease you, relentlessly, until you begged him to fuck you senseless, right in his bed while you dug your nails into the green silken sheets. You wanted to have sex so badly—to have a man sheath himself deep inside of you, to have him take you thoroughly… but… you wanted to have this with Loki.

Grunting quietly, you buried your head under your pillow and forced your eyes shut in an attempt to sleep. His blue eyes kept haunting you even in your dreams.

“Your highness? Your breakfast is ready.”

“Come in.”

Quietly, you pushed the door open and rolled the serving cart inside. Your cheeks turned bright red when you spotted Loki lying on the bed half... if not entirely naked in his bed. The green sheets left little to nothing for your imagination, the silken fabric complimenting his rather pale but still well-defined skin. A smirk played on his lips upon noticing your staring.

“G-good morning, your highness.” You choked out. Loki chuckled darkly.

“Good morning.” He purred the words as if he meant to seduce you and quite possibly... he was. You had never imagined him to be so smug, to be honest. Compared to his brother, Loki has always seemed to be the reasonable and rational one, however humbler; and you were still sure that in some aspects, he was. He knew, he knew, he knew... a betraying voice in your head whispered. You swallowed thickly.

“Your, uh, breakfast.”

“Thank you, dear.” He was still smirking and you were sure that by the time you hurried to leave his chambers again and shut the door behind you, you could hear him laughing mischievously.

“Are you not going to join me?” He suddenly said when you nodded and turned to leave his chambers for good.

“I, uh, what? My... surely it’s not my place to...”

“It sure is if I ask for some company while having breakfast.” He waved his hand nonchalantly. “Entertain me.”

“I… your highness, I have to prepare your mother’s breakfast too.” You replied sheepishly.

Loki only suppressed a smirk.

“Very well then…” Now why did you have the feeling that this had sounded like… a promising threat?

You kept dancing around one another for the rest of the week. Loki would watch you hungrily and practically undress you with his eyes and you would try and avoid him, do your duties and masturbate to his mischievous chuckles at night. Soon now, you would be out of danger. The week was almost over. All you had left to do was changing his sheets and flee his bloody chambers, forever. Never again would you agree to replace Loki's usual chambermaid.

You had expected for the younger prince to have left by now, to go on a ride with his brother and then train with some einherjar. But apparently, that was not the case. When you entered, his fresh bed sheets in hand, Loki was sitting by his desk reading a book.

“Oh, your highness... I'm sorry, I thought you were out. S-should I come back later?”

“That won't be necessary. Go on.”

Your heart was already leaping out of your chest as you stepped closer, the door falling shut behind you as if your fate had been sealed.

Trembling slightly—and ignoring how your core heated up when you felt his curious gaze on you, you turned your back to him and began to change his sheets with sweating palms. Ten seconds passed. Twenty, then thirty.

Then, suddenly, you felt his body warmth in your back—his hot breath against your neck. You gasped when he wrapped his arms around your middle, exploring your curves through the simple fabric of your dress.

His mouth attacked the sensitive skin of your back, inhaling your scent deeply before biting down—hard. A scream, both terrified and aroused, escaped your lips. Struggling against his steel grip, you fought against the need to press yourself against him and offer him your body to do with as he pleased. This urge… no, it had to be wrong. Even though it felt right.

“Y-your highness... Loki.... w-what are you doing? P-please... s-stop...”

“Do you truly wish for me to stop?” He growled into your ear. No. No you did not. Feeling his strong body against yours, it felt heavenly. But you were still a mere chambermaid. Odin would possibly throw you in the dungeons if you herded with his second-born son. It was not your place to desire, not your place to... oh... you whimpered when Loki turned you around so you were forced to face him, his lips crashing down on yours and his hands disappearing under your dress which he impatiently pushed up, digits probing your naked thighs and tearing your knickers in two as if they were made of paper.

He already knew how wet he would find you for him, still, your sleek petals caught him off guard and he let out an animalistic growl when his fingers found your clitoris and began toying with it.

You were tempted to closed your legs, to flee... instead, your body finally leaned into him; spreading your legs even further to give him more access. Unceremoniously, Loki lifted you up and threw you on his bed, earning him a terrified squeal from you. It was a moment you needed for your mind to follow rational thinking. Breathing heavily, you attempted to crawl away but the God of Mischief had already seen it coming. Your futile attempt to escape was foiled when he pinned you on the mattress, leaving you helpless and utterly defenceless underneath his strong body. Once again, Loki devoured your neck with relish, kissing, licking and biting until he grew tired of having only half your body at his immediate disposal and proceeded rip the rest of your clothing apart. Your breasts bounced free, your already hardening nipples tightening up even more due to the sudden cool breeze and Loki’s greedy blue eyes on you.

“Your highness... please...”

You could not tell whether you were asking him to keep going or to stop.

“You have been longing for me to sheath myself deep inside of you ever since you first set a foot into this palace, no? Admit it…” He lowered his mouth onto one of your buds, sucking it between his teeth. Your fingers dug into his raven hair.

“I…”

You could feel his arousal pressing against your naked thighs, even through the tight leather fabric of his trousers. Impatiently, he freed his awaiting length, his mouth never parting from your skin.

“Have you got any idea…” He mumbled against the underside of your left breast, “…what you have been doing to me this past week? Teasing me like this… dancing around me…”

What? Indignantly, you opened your mouth. “I… I wasn’t… you… you kept staring at… me as if you meant to… eat me alive!” You panted. Loki growled in an animalistic manner.

“Well, perhaps I will… but first, I need to have you. No one can know of this, yes?” He hissed—although it was phrased like a question, it downright sounded like a threat; and for some peculiar reason, even if your lack of keeping this encounter a secret would have serious consequences both for Loki and yourself, you had the feeling his personal punishment for you would involve nothing but pleasure.

You nodded, biting your lower lip as you did, for you could already feel his tip nudging your petals. Painfully slow, he parted them to give himself access, eliciting a moan from you as you threw your head back in pure bliss.

Loki wasted no time—if what he said was true and you had made him as hot and bothered as he had made you these past days, he must have been desperate for his release… and you could barely wait for him to take it from you, to use your hot cave, claim you and make you his… you were certain you were not going to be left out in the cold. At this point, he had already gotten you worked up so much it would take only a few strokes of his skilled fingers to bring you to the edge of pleasure and make you cum underneath him.

“Please, Loki…” You did not know if you were even entitled to call him by his name but in this very second, you could not care less. You whimpered when he finally pushed inside you, defeating what little resistance your body offered despite your wetness and burying himself inside your core.

Your walls clenched around him at once, moulding around him as if you had been made for his cock. Had he known you would feel this good, he would have dragged you into his bed much sooner. His fingers intertwined with yours, his mouth capturing yours in a passionate kiss once more, but only when you wrapped your legs around his hips to urge him on did he start moving inside you. He retreated almost entirely only to plunge himself inside of you again almost roughly, desperate for relief.

There was no pain really, the unfamiliar feeling quickly replaced with a tingly feeling spreading in your entire body. Finally… this was so much different from masturbating, so much different from secretly stealing a carrot or a cucumber from the kitchens to feel filled.

Loki thrust into you viciously, his hot breath against your lips and your whimpers fuelling his own arousal. Moaning shamelessly, you bucked your hips up to meet his strokes, your back arching as your body climbed the ladder of orgasm higher and higher. It was then he buried himself as deep inside you as he possibly could, the feeling both a little uncomfortable and arousing as he grinded against you, his pelvis rubbing against your clit. You could not help it, not any longer. Screaming his name, you came, your nails leaving angry scratch marks on his back, your peak of pleasure numbing your entire body. He too found his release. Groaning into your mouth, his hard member twitched against your tight walls, coating them with his warm seed. With but a few more thrusts helping you ride out both your climaxes, he collapsed on the bed but made sure to roll you both over so you came to lie on top of him instead.

For a few moments, his chambers were filled with nothing but your rapid breathing. Then, suddenly, he chuckled. This time, his smile was honest, content. “What an interesting turn of events…”

You giggled too, burying your face in his chest. He smelled wonderful. Like an autumn forest, ice and molten metal all at the same time.

“I will let my mother know that I prefer you as my chambermaid and that I would like to keep you permanently. That you will stick to your duties... from now on. Surely, we can come to an arrangement.”

“As you wish, your highness.”

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unpeumacabre · 5 years

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Tony Stark Has Many Problems

“Ah, my friends!" Thor booms, and it's a strangely-familiar sound amid the slick noises emanating from Loki's (very pert) bottom. "My brother and I could hear your lovers' quarrel from our positions here. Would you care to join us?"

Tony and Steve have been dating for a while, but one little problem - they haven't had sex. It's making Tony very frustrated - he's never been this sexually inactive in his life - frustrated enough to take his anger out on Steve. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for them, Thor and Loki, recently reconciled and newly intimate, are more than happy to share their expertise with Steve and Tony.

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Steve/Tony, Thor/Loki (but mainly steve/tony centric)

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Tony Stark has many problems.

Dum-E's gotten smart enough to figure out how to brew a cup of coffee, but not smart enough to realise that bringing a hot, steaming cup of coffee to Tony's worktable when he's holding a blowtorch, and spilling said cup of coffee all over Tony's lap, isn't usually the way coffee is served. Clint needs new arrows but this time he wants arrows that play Taylor Swift music when they explode - God only knows why - and Tony is having a really hard time trying to pick a song of hers that doesn't make him puke at the first teeny-boppy chord. Loki has recently taken up residence in his tower - his tower, goddammnit! - and hasn't caused any mischief in the past two days; in fact, he's even helped Tony out of a sticky situation on the battlefield, and things are getting so unreal right now, and oh, Pepper isn't answering his calls because he forgot to vet her speech for the Stark Industries annual ball even though she sent him twenty emails to remind him about her speech, and he really needs chocolate but Thor ate the last Kit-Kat yesterday, and Jarvis - that asshole - conveniently forgets to add chocolate to his grocery list, there's nothing wrong with his weight, goddamnit -

Oh, right, where was he?

Tony Stark has many problems, yes, but his new relationship with Steve isn't one of them. The fact that he's actually started dating the star-spangled, pinnacle-of-human-achievement, Spandex-wearing Captain America hadn't quite sunk in until after Steve had asked him out to lunch at the new diner down the road, and he'd looked down and seen that little burn mark on Steve's thumb, and felt a warm sensation flare in his chest. Because Steve'd told everyone he'd gotten it from fighting the Doombots that morning, but Tony alone knew he'd really gotten it from accidentally sticking his hand in the microwave when it hadn't been switched on. The memory had reminded him that, behind the facade of stoic patriotism and stern-faced Mama-bearism that Steve Rogers wears, he really is just Steve , a dork of the highest degree, who still thinks Jarvis is an actual human being hiding somewhere on one of the ninety-three floors of Stark Tower.

So yes, Tony can hardly believe that Steve is his, really his. It still has somewhat of a dreamlike quality about it, him and his childhood idol, holding hands on a picnic mat under the stars, watching Pretty Woman on Netflix while Steve respectfully gushes about how beautiful Julia Roberts is, kissing desperately in Steve's room while Clint and Thor play Mario Kart in the living room next door -

Okay, maybe there is one teeny-tiny, miniscule, quark-sized problem. And the problem is that Steve is absolutely not down for anything involving him, Tony, a bed and possibly fruit-flavoured condoms (well, a man can always dream). Sure, they'd kissed a couple of times, and maybe even engaged in some heavy petting where Tony had gotten to touch one marvellously-shaped pec before Steve had broken off stammering and red-faced, unable to look him in the eye and sporting an impressive bulge that had Tony drooling. But of course, Tony is all about respect - how proud Pepper would be of him now, if she'd only answer his calls - and he'd mournfully backed off every time Steve had called the festivities to a halt and gone off to spend a suspiciously long time in the bathroom.

Tony thinks sadly of the steamy dream he'd had last night - Steve on his lap, hands down each others' pants, and stroking each other to completion. If his younger self were here now, he'd be laughing his head off at how fucking tame Tony has become. Fifty Shades of Grey has nothing on his college days, but now he's with Steve, quite possibly the love of his life, and even the thought of a quick handjob between the sheets is arousing as hell to Tony.

Tony thinks the problem between them's because Steve's still a virgin. Hell, he knows it's because Steve's a virgin - no girl had wanted to put their hands on the skinny, asthmatic twig that had been Steven Rogers in the good ole pre-world war days, and once he'd become the gold standard for male attractiveness, being a war hero and propaganda tool hadn't exactly left much time for him to indulge. And now, in this new world where sex isn't as big a taboo as it used to be and with everyone speaking practically a foreign language, it's made Steve even more wary of carnal relations.

Yeah, Tony understands, and he's heartbroken for Steve, really he is, thinking about all the times someone'd rejected him just because they could curl their whole hand around his wrist and have their fingers meet, and about how Steve sometimes comes back after a solo jaunt about Brooklyn and just needs to lie down in Tony's lap for a while.

Unfortunately, he's also suffering from the worst case of blue balls in the entire American history. No, scratch that, the entire history of humankind, and animalkind, the entire history of the universe . Hell, he'd gone out and seen a pair of squirrels in flagrante delicto on a nearby tree branch, and he'd been so frustrated he'd pulled on his suit and taken out a whole fleet of robots in the training room.

The two sides of him - the one that's all sappy and pussywhipped and wants to worship and adore the very ground Steve walks on, versus the side making him make a bonfire out of all the Avengers' porn mags (except Natasha, because he actually values his life, despite what everyone says, and he doesn't even know if she has porn mags. Do girls read porn?) - are in huge conflict, and it's driving him crazy. Crazy enough that he's taken to avoiding spars with Steve, because if he has to endure one more chokehold with Steve's very hard, very manly body pressed against the entirety of his back, he will possibly fly to Latveria himself and offer himself as a sacrifice to Doom. Which is not a very welcoming thought, and Tony is sorry he even thought about it.

And of course avoiding Steve never works, because they know each other so well. Instead, Steve has started following him around Stark Tower and hiding outside his workshop to give him heart attacks at one am, with his goddamn baby blue puppy eyes. He doesn't even need to say anything, and already Tony feels guilty.

That's why Steve manages to corner him when he's dragged himself out of his workshop at - surprise! - a perfectly respectable hour to scrounge up some dinner, holding a plate of mac and cheese and touching Tony’s bicep with a gentle enough touch that makes Tony want to scream.

"Tony?" he says, and his eyes are very blue. "Can I talk to you?"

Tony knows he's lost the moment Steve opens his mouth, but he feels the telltale itch in his left ball - the one he gets when he hasn't experienced a release in many days - and suddenly he's resigned to the conversation that will follow. He sighs, and grabs the plate from Steve. At least he won't be hungry later during the inevitable argument, he tells himself, sadly.

He keeps walking to the kitchen anyway, hoping to get a cup of coffee, and slowing down to keep Steve at his side as a concession. Steve looks at him, his eyes crinkling, and oh no, that's not a good crinkle, it's a bad crinkle, and it usually means he's sad about something, and this time it isn't Tony's left ball that twinges, it's somewhere in his chest.

"Tony, you've been avoiding me," Steve says, directly, without preamble, because that's just the kind of guy he is. "At first I thought you were injured, y'know, because you only avoided me when we were supposed to spar, but then I realised you're not doing the same for Clint and Thor and Natasha and uh, I just wanted to ask..." He trails off, and Tony stops. He feels his heart in his mouth (and the macaroni too, but that's a different matter altogether) as he looks into Steve's eyes, and sees them bad-crinkle even further.

"Is something wrong?" Steve finally asks, and holy shit, he must've just bathed, because there's a strand of blond hair so dark it looks almost brown, escaped from his perfectly groomed fringe, and hanging over his eyes. It's adorable, and yep, Tony is totally whipped, because he automatically lifts a hand to brush it away, and immediately Steve's expression softens.

But he's still waiting for an answer.

Tony sighs. Best to get it over with, then. He fidgets with the spoon and can't meet Steve's eyes as he says, "Well, it's not something wrong , per se... Just, y'know, I'm just feeling a little... a little sick. Yeah, that's right. Feeling a little... under the weather. I think it was something Dum-E gave me, that salad he served me the other day didn't look very fresh..."

God, he's such a chicken, and when did he become such a bad liar, because Steve looks totally unconvinced. He steps closer and lays a hand on Tony's forehead instead, and that was such a bad idea, he should've said he'd gotten food poisoning instead, because now he can smell Steve's scent, the smell of fresh pine trees from his deodorant and underneath, that musky smell that is, uniquely, Steve's. Hasn't he read somewhere that if you liked a person's smell, you were compatible, because you had the same kind of olfactory receptors, or something? He tries not to think about it, and focus instead on not spontaneously combusting or ejaculating in his pants or something equally embarrassing.

Thankfully, Steve steps away after a harrowing few seconds, frowning. "You don't feel like you have a temperature, though," he murmurs, and there's so much concern in his voice that, suddenly, Tony feels irrationally annoyed. He's being such a mother hen, God , and usually Tony finds it adorable, but this time he's in a mood, a sexually-deprived, pissed-off mood, and he just wants to hole himself up in his room with twenty boxes of tissues and his Cockyboys lifetime subscription. And meanwhile he has this actual hunk of man-meat all to himself, but he can't touch him - the gods are truly evil. Tony wonders if switching to Norse pagan faith would give him better luck, seeing as how he's currently housing two deities of said faith under his roof, at great personal and financial cost.

His patience finally snaps when Steve produces a thermometer out of absolutely nowhere , and tries to stick it in his mouth. Angrily, he pushes him away, and tries to make excuses for running up to his room, but Steve is having none of it, and really Tony can't be blamed for finally yelling: "I'M ANGRY BECAUSE WE HAVEN'T HAD SEX, OKAY?? Now will you stop bothering me and let me go upstairs so I can jerk off over the one porn mag I have left?"

It's almost worth it for the comical expression of shock on Steve's face, his plump, beautiful lips in a perfect 'o', the one strand of hair once again escaping his fringe to hang over his eyes. Then of course his mouth snaps shut and pinches into an unhappy line, his eyes bad-crinkle even further, and Tony wants to hit himself. God, he's the worst person ever , isn't he? Yelling at Steve when all he'd been trying to do was make sure Tony's okay, taking out his frustration on Steve and bringing up the one thing he knows will hit his boyfriend the hardest. A low blow it was, and Tony immediately regrets ever opening his mouth. This is why people aren't supposed to talk to him when he hasn't had his caffeine, dammit!

He grabs Steve's biceps and, for the first time, doesn't focus on how they feel like the goddamn rock of Gibraltar under this hands. "Look, I didn't mean that," he babbles, frantically trying to erase the past few minutes. If he doesn't remember it, it means it doesn't exist, right? "I just meant, uh, I've been really tired recently and I haven't been able to -"

"To indulge yourself?" Steve interrupts him, and his voice is strangely steady. In surprise, Tony lets go of his biceps, and, finding nothing to do with his hands, lets them fall limply to his sides. Steve is staring down at the ground now, his face expressionless, but Tony knows him - he knows he's thinking.

"I'm just... I'm just afraid," he finally whispers, so soft that Tony hardly hears it.

"Sorry?" Tony says. He can't believe his ears.

Steve finally looks up, and his eyes are burning with anger and frustration and hell, is it inappropriate for Tony to be having an erection right now? Because his dick has taken the train to Bonerland and it sure as hell didn't buy a return ticket. Just imagining that intensity focused on him, in the throes of passion, Steve's strong hands pinning him down as he pounds his ass to high heaven -

"I said, I'm just afraid of sex! With you!" Steve says, and it hits Tony that he's yelling, his face blotchy with anger and his fists balled at his side. "It's easy for you, isn't it, you've done it a thousand times, how could I possibly compare? The farthest I've ever gotten is kissing - with you , I might add - and I'm just a virgin with hardly any experience, how would I know anything about how to please you, and after a while you're going to get bored of me because I don't know how to fuck you properly, and then you'll leave me and I'll just - ugh! " Breaking off with the most eloquent, disgusted exhalation of fury Tony has ever heard, Steve turns on his heel and stomps angrily down the hall towards the kitchen.

Tony stands stock still for a few seconds, his mind rapidly whirring through the deluge of words, before it finally clicks and it all falls into place.

Steve's scared , scared of having sex with Tony, because he thinks he's not good enough, with all Tony's experience, never mind that Tony's had sex a thousand times before, sure, but he can count the number of times he's made love on one hand. Steve isn't going to be a nameless fuck to him, Tony knows he's special , and he curses himself as he realises it's his fault for not making absolutely sure Steve knows it too.

He turns and runs down the hall to the kitchen, where Steve has already disappeared behind the door, pushing it open and fully intending on explaining himself to Steve, when the scene before him makes him stand absolutely still again, for the second time in minutes.

Because there's Thor, and there's Loki, and a whole lot of naked skin, and they're fucking against his kitchen counter .

A voice in his brain reminds him that this is hardly sanitary, but he brushes it aside in favour of looking at Steve, who's also standing there in shock, his hand gripping the table as if he can hardly stand upright.

"Ah, my friends!" Thor booms, and it's a strangely-familiar sound amid the slick noises emanating from Loki's (very pert) bottom. "My brother and I could hear your lovers' quarrel from our positions here. Would you care to join us?"

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Tony can't move his limbs. Although he's seen a good many bodies in his lifetime - and with many of them belonging to the sexiest stars of his generation and the next - there's just something different about watching Thor and Loki going at it. For one, they're brothers - adopted , Loki always insists, but it never seems to make a difference to the way they treat each other - which adds an illicit touch to the whole affair that makes it just that tad bit more arousing. And for another, it's just unfair the way some people seem to get all the luck. Even though Loki's an evil son of a bitch, there's hardly a blemish on his soft skin, and the smooth lines of his back flex as he writhes and undulates sinuously under Thor's body. He's bent over with his hands braced on the counter, neck thrown back, and Thor pauses in his movements to lean forward and issue a sharp bite to the back of his neck that leaves a bright red mark against the pale skin. In response to that, Loki utters a high, unabashed keen that sends a thrill up Tony's spine, and Steve's too, from the way he shudders next to Tony.

You'd think he'd be embarrassed, but no, the smug smile he gives Tony while he glances at him under his lashes, speaks otherwise.

"Ah, yes, the noble - ah! - Captain, and the - uhh , Thor, harder - and the man of iron," he says, the breathless moans punctuating his sentences. "Quite a spate of good weather we've been having - ohh, Thor, don't stop , fuck, right there - don't you think?" and yes, he's an absolutely evil piece of shit, because it's been raining and thundering like an Indian monsoon every single day the past two days since Loki had joined them, and now Tony thinks he knows why.

Thor grips Loki's hips and adjusts him, his cock driving into him in a way that makes Loki squeal and lift his arm to curl around Thor's head and dig into his hair. Tony can now see his cock, and he's really going at it, driving it like a piston into Loki's bottom, and why can't he look away?

Steve has been standing silent and stock-still for the past few moments, but now he rouses himself and lets go of the table. "But - but - you're brothers! " he cries, his eyelashes fluttering, and Tony has to swoon a little at that. What, he's only a man, a very mortal man, with a very aching hard-on in his tight work pants and surely there's no harm no foul if he just slips his hand down to cup himself for a bit -

"Yes, Loki and I are brothers - "

" Adopted - " Loki sighs, like an afterthought, and Thor gives him a particularly athletic thrust as if to shut him up.

" - but that far from diminishes the love we feel for each other!" Thor booms, again - he only has one default way of speaking. "Actually, we have you my shield brothers to thank for helping us rediscover our love for each other. It was only when Loki came to Midgard last week to greet us that we discovered our passion for each other was beyond that of brotherly love. Loki, say thank you," and he slips an arm under Loki's chest and heaves him upright so he's facing the two of them, and Tony can see the blissed-out expression on his face and his very long, pale, slim cock bouncing with every thrust.

"Thank you, " Loki breathes, his eyes half-shut, the words like a prayer, but Tony swears that he's looking straight into Tony's eyes, and there's a little half-smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. Yup, he's definitely the devil. A devil, actually, seeing as how they've met the actual, literal devil - but really, Mephisto isn't the one Tony wants to be thinking about, right now.

Instead, he moves closer to Steve and grips his elbow, right as Steve says, his face a little green: "You mean last week when Loki unlocked all the zoo enclosure gates and let the animals out into Central Park - when you two disappeared halfway through the fight - you mean you were - "

"Yes!" Thor rumbles, an ecstatic smile lighting up his face, and really, it's not like Tony's never noticed that, objectively, Thor is probably the most attractive member of the team. Because nothing can hold a candle to Steve, his Steve, but this is really doing a number on Tony's poor battered underserved libido, all that rippling golden muscle and the way his hand is moving over Loki's skin, pinching at his nipples and leaving pink trails where his nails have cut into the flesh.

"And we couldn't help overhearing your argument from just now - " Loki butts in, one hand now gripping Thor's hand and guiding it up to clamp around his throat in a parody of the intimate touch Thor often exclusively confers on his brother. Now, his voice sounds a little bit choked, and a lot breathier , but still he continues. "And we were wondering if we couldn't offer some, ah, assistance ."

"Assistance?!" Steve says loudly, and yes, he is turning green, but Tony chances a peek downwards, and it appears that even though Steve is uncomfortable with the whole situation, certain... parts of his anatomy... don't seem as uncomfortable.

"Yes! My brother and myself, having recently discovered the wonders of carnal pleasure in each others' bodies, are of course enthusiastic for the rest of our beloved team members to find the same! Especially for such beloved shield brothers as the two of you, Friend Anthony and Steven," Thor exclaims, with a series of vigorous thrusts that make Loki go "oof - oof - oof - Thor, there, fuck - "

Tony finally rouses himself out of his reverie at these words, feeling that he has to at least try to look after Steve - even though the words leave him shivering with unadulterated lust, especially after the deep growl that rumbles through Thor's chest as he drills deep into Loki and holds himself there. He grips Steve's elbow tighter and attempts to smile without letting on how frazzled he is.

"Uh, thanks for the offer, Point Break, but I think we'll figure it out ourselves - " he says, already ready to drag Steve out of the room where they can go and finish their argument, but to his absolute surprise, Steve rips his arm out of Tony's grip and turns to face him. His eyes are burning again, but this time with a determined expression that tells Tony that he's already made up his mind.

"I want to do it, Tony," he says, decisively. "I want to... I want to learn how to pleasure you."

Tony's eyes widen. "I can do that," he offers weakly. "I know you have your insecurities, but really - "

That was totally the wrong thing to say, and Steve's eyes narrow stubbornly. Instead, he turns away from Tony and strides over to Loki and Thor, who have paused in their lovemaking to look at the two of them. Loki has a speculative gleam in his eye that bodes no good, but still, Tony follows Steve helplessly, caught in his orbit. He only just remembers to set down the macaroni plate, with a tremor in his hands that he quickly stills.

"Tell me what to do," Steve says, and the purposeful lilt to his voice makes Tony adjust himself again. God, he's using his Captain America voice , as if he doesn't know that that drives Tony absolutely crazy - except, well, he probably doesn't.

Thor and Loki exchange glances, then Thor places a hand in the small of Loki's back and bends him over. He takes Steve's hand and places it right there , where Thor's fat cock is half thrust in, the rim of Loki's hole is stretched taut around the expanse of Thor's dark, almost-purple cock. It's obscene, and possibly the most arousing thing Tony has ever seen.

"Can you feel that?" Thor whispers, and the reverence in his voice is startling. Steve nods sharply, panting in quick, short breaths, his eyes half-closed as if he's trying to block out what's happening. Almost involuntarily, his fingers gently caress the stretched rim of Loki's hole, where lube is glistening on the wrinkled skin.

Thor presses down on Steve's hand, and Steve gasps as his finger slips in with a wet pop. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, as he watches Loki's hole clench and ripple around the unexpected intrusion. That same low growl rumbles through Thor's chest again, just when Loki lets out a hiss of shock that ends in a high-pitched whimper.

"That's right," Thor murmurs. "Finger him. Feel him open under you. Get him wet and open and ready to take your cock. If you press there - " Thor's finger slips in and guides Steve to below his cock, where he presses and makes Loki convulse with the stimulation to his prostate. If Tony was a woman, he'd be creaming his pants right now - as it stands, he really needs to wash his boxers already.

For a long moment, there's only the sound of Thor's cock, and the two fingers, squelching around inside Loki's hole, and the pants issuing from Loki's mouth as he swivels his hips in a desperate plea for more stimulation. Then Steve speaks, his voice breathless and rough with lust: "Is that - is that how you start? Is that it?"

Loki bangs his hand against the table in frustration, finally finding his tongue. "Thor, you imbecile, you skipped foreplay," he snaps, bitingly. "Pull out, pull out, show him from the start."

Thor rolls his eyes, clearly used to Loki being a demanding little bitch, and unceremoniously pulls out. Tony isn't sure what's worse, the unabashed fucking of earlier, or seeing Thor's cock flushed and leaking, and the swollen rim of Loki's hole. And is that beard burn around the swell of Loki's buttocks - ?

With his other arm, Thor pulls Loki up again, the other hand on his hip steadying Loki as his legs threaten to give out. He regards Steve thoughtfully for a few minutes, then gestures to Loki's nipples.

"First, you have to arouse him, bring him pleasure so he will writhe and crave your touch," Thor advises, when Steve looks puzzled. "Touch him at his erogenous zones. Stroke him across his neck, his nipples, his belly, the area above his cock, where he likes it the most - but of course Anthony will have his own preferences."

Steve lifts his hand hesitantly and touches Loki's chest gently, right in the centre of his cleavage, his fingers trailing feather-light over the almost-translucent skin. Loki, already on the edge of orgasm and high-strung from Thor's cock, twists and shakes in agitation. He tilts his head, helplessly seeking, his mouth moving and mouthing soundless words. Thor drops his head and answers with a tender kiss, breathing softly across Loki's lips and mouthing absently over his cheekbones.

Although there is the delicious vision of the two gods' cocks dripping below their legs, and the scratches marking the expanse of Loki's chest, Tony cannot tear his eyes away from the sight of Thor and Loki kissing. The movement of Loki's head had seemed so unconscious, without artifice, a desperate wish for contact, and Thor's kiss so tender and intimate that it makes Tony's chest twist. One glance at Steve's face tells him that Steve feels the same, his fingers frozen and unmoving, his eyes full of desire and wanting and trained on Loki's tongue licking at Thor's half-open lips.

A surge of boldness flows through Tony, and he steps closer, next to Steve, and cups one side of Steve's face with his hand. Steve turns to look at him, and although he is much taller than Tony, somehow the warm glow in his eyes makes Tony feel like the greater one. He pulls Steve down and they kiss, lips moving quietly over each other. Steve whispers something against his lips, and the soft caress of his breath across Tony's skin feels unbearably close. Tony pulls away and, with one swift, suddenly-brave movement, pulls his wifebeater over his head and bares his chest to Steve.

Suddenly, he's glad he bathed yesterday.

Steve's fingers settle on his chest, over the blue glow of the reactor. Tony tenses, wondering if perhaps he's made a mistake - if Steve feels repulsion at the inhumane - thing - he's made himself into - but then Steve leans down, and presses his lips to the scarred skin surrounding the reactor. Tony can't feel any sensation from the nerveless skin, but as Steve lifts his head, eyes sparkling, and says "I didn't expect it to be warm - "

Tony pulls him up and lunges for his mouth. Perhaps it's less of a kiss, more of a desperate, sloppy, desire-filled devouring, but Tony feels an unaccountable warmth filling his body, right down to his fingertips and the tips of his toes as Steve keeps his hand steady on his chest, his anchor. He digs his fingers into the soft golden hair at the base of Steve's skull, and strokes frantically through the fine strands, pulling Steve's body flush against his as if by doing so, he could swallow Steve into himself and possess him fully, underneath his skin and in his heart where he's already wormed himself in.

A soft laugh beside them reminds Tony, suddenly, that they have an audience, and simultaneously, he and Steve turn their heads to regard Loki and Thor. There is a new line of bruises along Loki's jawline, outlining the smirk that pulls Loki's mouth to one side.

"Why don't you take his pants off?" he asks, his voice a bored affectation but belying the sharp, keen interest in his eyes, as Thor carelessly kneads the swell of this buttocks between his large hands and watches them, his pupils dilated. "You do know how the basic biology works, don’t you, Captain?"

Steve flushes a bright red, and for a moment Tony panicks and wonders if Loki's words had been too much, perhaps he's scared Steve off with his brazenness and callous words - but then Steve turns back to Tony, and, miracles of miracles, he starts furiously working at Tony's buttons. Tony could almost weep for joy. A little bitter that he hadn't thought to try taunting at first - but maybe it wouldn't have worked, coming from him - Tony's fingers move automatically to his jeans and help Steve. When the jeans finally come off, and Steve yanks them off his legs, he groans involuntarily, his cock springing out, red and throbbing from the pressure of having been confined in his tight-ass jeans.

"What now?" Steve says, defiantly, the flush still high on his cheekbones, and Loki lifts a dainty eyebrow, as though unimpressed by his bravado. He glances over his shoulder at Thor, levelling the same disinterested look at his partner, and Thor smiles lazily, his eyes hooded. With a violent movement, Thor pushes Loki down onto the counter and holds him there with a strong hand at the base of his spine. Loki arches his back and thrashes a bit, but it looks futile, and he's clearly enjoying it, so Tony just rolls his eyes.

Thor reaches down and picks up a bottle of lube from under the counter, and Tony makes a strangled noise, because that's his emergency kitchen lube, and it's mint-flavoured too, and it's half-empty, goddammnit, it hadn't been like that the last time he'd used it , clearly some people have been very, very busy. He squeezes a generous helping onto Steve's outstretched hands, and his own large, thick fingers, and places them on top of Loki's buttocks. Steve mimicks the action, and his fingers are warm against Tony's skin.

"What I showed you before," Thor murmurs, gesturing a rude gesture with two fingers liberally coated in lube, "do it to Friend Anthony. One finger." And with that, he trails his finger down Loki's crack, a soft caress, and probes in slowly. Loki wiggles his bum, clearly impatient, but Thor stills him with a heavy hand on his hip.

Tony watches as Steve's Adam's apple bobs, as he swallows, and he looks down at Tony's hole with such trepidation that Tony feels slightly offended. So he strengthens his hold on Steve's cheek, forces him to look into Tony's eyes.

"Hey," he whispers, "It's alright. It's just me, okay? Little ole Tony Stark. I want you, any way you'll have me. Any way you want. You can take it slow." At his words, Steve's jaw clenches, and he nods, like he's made up his mind. He smears the lube all over his fingers, makes sure they're thoroughly covered, then places his fingers on Tony's hole and pushes.

Tony gasps. It's been such a long time since he'd been penetrated, he'd almost forgotten how painful - and how pleasureable - it could be. It does feel a little clinical, like he's getting a doctor's examination, with the cautious but determined way Steve's spelunking around, but one look at the adorable furrow between Steve's brows, and Tony's unbelieveably turned on, beyond anything he's ever felt before. The simple knowledge that Steve's pushing beyond his boundaries, beyond what he'd initially been comfortable, just for Tony ... the thought makes Tony want to curl up into a ball and squeal like a girl. Except he'd probably take someone's eye out with his dick, which is already hard enough to hammer nails.

"Does it feel good?" Steve breathes. "I'm trying to find the - the prostate - but I can't really, um..."

"It feels good," Tony slurs. He's going out of his mind, but hell, this is possibly the best way to go. He envisions the headlines: CAPTAIN'S COCK CRUSHES CEO. STARK SACRIFICES HIS ASS FOR AMERICA. "A little bit lower, yeah, yeah, lower... uh, not there... ah!" He jerks as Steve brushes his fingers over the spot, sending a warm thrum of liquid pleasure through him and his cock spitting out drops of pre-cum over his stomach as it bobs.

And all the while, Steve keeps relentlessly at it, his touch starting to feel a little less like Tony's last prostate exam - conducted by Bruce, and hadn't it been awkward . Steve's always been a fast learner, even before the serum, from what Tony's heard, and of course now he has the serum coursing through his blood he's practically a genius, because he's found a way of massaging just so in a way that makes Tony utter a very undignified screech, and clutch tight at the base of his cock so he doesn't spill prematurely. Because that would just be the cherry on the cake, wouldn't it.

When he can finally open his eyes, he realises Steve is staring at him with a rapt expression, awe and lust warring in his big baby blues, and Tony fucking blushes , yeah he does, like a goddamn virgin. Because this is turning him on like you wouldn't believe, being despoiled by his hero, being taken apart slowly by Steve , with his hesitant but sure finger pressing at his prostate, and his other hand stroking up and down Tony's side like he needs to keep touching Tony.

"Can I add another?" Steve whispers, his voice tender, and Tony nods, once, tight, not trusting his voice. Steve draws his finger out and presses back in without giving Tony a chance to recover, just the way he likes it. Tony gasps, because now Steve's scissoring, all on his own, and Tony feels almost proud of him, except that he's too busy trying not to die of a heart attack because of Steve's fingers rubbing against his walls and massaging him persistently. Sue him, he's old, and he has a goddamn heart problem. In fact, if he didn't have the arc reactor in, Tony's sure he would have expired of a heart attack ages ago, because now Steve is breathing fast as he looks down at his fingers and Tony's hole tight around them - pained, short, sharp pants of breath as if he's not getting enough oxygen, and it's the most adorable thing ever.

Steve starts moving his fingers in and out, slowly at first, then faster as he gets more sure of himself, fucking Tony on his fingers. And Tony can't help the whimpers coming out of his mouth, because it feels too good, can't help the involuntary swivels of his hips as he tries to grind down on Steve's fingers. But Steve gives a nervous little laugh, and pulls away - Tony thinks he's been scared off, and looks at him, but he sees a hint of a smug smirk around the edges of Steve's mouth, and he can't help it, he laughs a little too, because under the whole goody-two-shoes exterior Steve's actually a little bit of a little shit. And a fucking tease too, apparently.

Tony feels himself loosening, and he knows he's ready. He wants it, wants Steve's cock, so he lifts his foot and strokes one sinful, long stroke over the bulge in Steve's pants. With his toes, he deftly pulls the zipper down and dips inside, caressing the hot flesh within with his foot. Steve's mouth drops open, and his eyes shut, eyelashes sweeping over his cheekbones like a benediction. And hell yes, Tony does feel blessed, thank you very much.

"You going to give it to me, big boy?" Tony breathes. "Gonna give me your big fat cock? Gonna press me down into the sheets and fuck me rough and hard? Can't wait for it. Can't wait to take your cock." And bingo, he'd guessed dirty talk would press Steve's buttons, because Steve is tearing at his button and shoving his jeans down feverishly like he can't wait to get naked. Tony gives a triumphant smile and a mental high-five to himself.

A moan next to his ear reminds him, all of a sudden, that they're not alone. He turns his head and sees Loki's bright green eyes a few centimetres away from him, his pale skin covered in a sheen of sweat, pink tongue darting out to lick at his lips, as Thor fists him vigorously with his hand. Tony cranes his neck to see because, wow, Thor has really big hands, and when he pulls them out Tony can see the slick glisten from the lube, and the way Loki's hole clings to Thor's hands like he's not willing to let go.

Loki lifts a hand and lays it on Tony's cheek, his mouth curling into a mischievous smile. He thumbs at the corner of Tony's mouth, wipes some of his saliva away, and leans closer.

"You and I are much alike, Tony Stark," he purrs, the rich timbre of his voice like silk. "What say you we taunt the boys a bit, hmm?"

Tony's up for anything, he is, and he returns Loki's grin with one of his own. He's not expecting, however, for Loki to grip his chin withh superhuman strength, and yank him into a deep kiss that involves a lot, a lot, a lot of tongue. Loki moans into his mouth, and God, that sounds a lot sexier that it usually does, muffled by his own lips, and Tony gives back as good as he gets, nipping at the corner of Loki's mouth and tangling his tongue with Loki's.

They're ripped apart from each other suddenly, Loki keening a high, unsatisfied keen, and Tony blinking disorientedly. He looks up and sees Thor's hands fisted in Loki's hair, pulling him backwards and forcing his back to curve into a sleek, sinuous arch that pulls his skin taut. Immediately, Thor bends forward and captures Loki's mouth, swallowing his whine in an angry, vicious kiss. Tony can't look away.

Until Steve curls his arms under Tony's buttocks, and lifts him bodily from the kitchen counter.

Tony yelps, and looks at Steve accusingly, a stinging rejoinder ready, but the words die on his lips as he sees the look on Steve's face. His eyes are dark, blown with lust, but more than anything, with possessive anger and intensity that makes Tony shiver uncontrolledly. There's no more shy virgin in Steve now, that's for sure, especially when he wrenches Tony close and presses them together in a full body caress, pressing their lips together in a greedy kiss. He mutters words into Tony's mouth - mine, mine, mine - and Tony answers mindlessly - yours - and he only vaguely registers being carried up the stairs like he weighs nothing more than a feather, and then finally, into Steve's bedroom.

Steve lays him out on the bed and rips off his own shirt, shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts, but it only serves to make him look like a man in a L'Oreal commercial. Really, his looks should be illegal, it's criminally unfair that he looks the way he does, all fair, freckled Irish skin across his shoulders, the deep vee of his hipbones, the dusting of golden hair on his chest and happy trail leading down to Happyland. As he approaches, Tony grips his deltoid wonderingly, feeling how the muscle stretches and flexes under his hungry, questing fingers.

Suddenly, Steve stops, and Tony sees a strange vulnerability in his face.

"Is it the... is it the muscles?" he asks, haltingly. “Is it the muscles that you - ?” And suddenly, Tony remembers - remembers the boy he'd seen in Howard's memorabilia pictures, Steven Grant Rogers before the serum, a scrawny, weak-looking thing - but still effortlessly, ethereally beautiful to Tony, even if everyone'd been too fool to notice at the time. Vehemently, Tony shakes his head, trembling with the strength of his emotion.

"Steve," he says, instead of all the words he wants to say, and that's enough. Steve comes to him, wraps him up in his arms, and slides home. He thrusts deep into Tony, into his core, until Tony can't tell where he ends and where Steve begins. Steve laves kisses over his jaw, his neck, the tender inside of his wrist, until Tony knows he'll have to wear a turtleneck with long sleeves tomorrow. Somehow, the thought excites him, knowing that only he will know the bruises underneath the fabric exist, knowing that he's been marked by Steve, that he's Steve's .

He can feel his climax approaching, almost a distant afterthought, because he's so focussed on the feeling of Steve, around him, inside him. But then Steve grips his cock with a steady hand and starts working him, and Tony tries to hold on, he really does - but he's not released in a long while, and all too quickly it's over. He spurts, long white strands of cum, all over Steve's hand and his abdomen and Tony's own stomach. Steve gasps at the feeling of Tony clenching around him, in the throes of his orgasms, and it's not long before he follows, a mass of hot, sticky fluid filling Tony's insides.

It's the best feeling Tony's had for a long time, all of it. His head's in the clouds, he feels like he's floating on air, and also Steve's cum dripping out of him is possibly the only thing he wants to feel for the rest of his life. He realises Steve feels the same when he feels Steve probing at his poor overstimulated hole, and although he hisses at the sensation, his hips involuntarily jerk towards Steve's fingers.

"Next time," Steve says, distractedly, like he's not even aware of his words, "I'll buy you a plug. So you can keep my cum in you all day, and whenever I look at you, talk to you, kiss you, I'll know you're full of me. Inside you."

Tony sits bolt upright. "You..." he manages, because where did that come from?? But Steve is looking at him now, fondly, that familiar one-sided smirk curving his lips, and really, the thought of being plugged up like that, full to the brim with Steve's cum, and not being able to do anything about it... Well, it turns him on, and his cock gives one valiant twitch. He lies back down.

They lie there in contented silence for a while, Steve humming an unfamiliar tune, and combing his fingers through the sparse curls above Tony's cock. There's so much Tony wants to say, but at the same time, he can't bring himself to say it. Steve looks at him, their eyes meet, and Tony opens his mouth.

"You think they're still going down there? We're going to have to eat breakfast on those countertops tomorrow, y'know," is what comes out instead, and Steve laughs, a quiet, exasperated laugh. Happy and satiated, Tony closes his eyes, wraps his arms around his Steve, and goes to sleep.

His left ball doesn't itch anymore.

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Precisely at that moment, downstairs:

Loki draws pictures on the countertop with his and Thor's mingled cum. He traces the outline of Mjolnir, remembers the time last week he'd stretched Thor out and made him sit on the hammer for two hours, loose and wet and wanting, and thinks, we'll have to try that again sometime . Thor is slumped over him, watching him trace his little pictures on the countertop with an affectionate look in his eye, one hand carding absent-mindedly through his hair. It's a bit sticky, and uncomfortable, but Loki decides magnanimously that he'll allow Thor this liberty, just this once.

"That was a good thing we did there," Thor rumbles, in his usual self-satisfied manner. Loki rolls his eyes, but quietly, because he's still feeling generous. With both of Thor's fists up his arse, he orgasmed twice, and he's still floating on the cloud of endorphins, so he supposes he should be thankful to Thor, at least...

In fact, he's still feeling a little randy. His cock is beginning to harden again, where it lies against his thigh, and he knows Thor isn't finished with him yet. Thor's not known for being a fertility god for nothing, he isn't.

"You didn't tell me Tony Stark was quite so good-looking," he sighs, affecting a dreamy air. He feels the air pressure around him drop, the distant roar of thunder outside the windows, and smiles a secret smile. Yes, he knows how to rile Thor up, like no one else can - no one knows his brother like he does. That mortal woman can't even compare. Pity she and Thor used to date, because from the things he's heard of her, he thinks he and her might have gotten on, if it weren't for her unfortunate romantic past with his brother. After all, he is something of a scientist, as is she, but daring to touch his Thor isn't a transgression he forgives easily. He can't count how many past lovers of Thor's he's vanquished, and not only that, how many of these past lovers Thor himself had willingly left, just for Loki. No one can take his place at his brother's side, just as he's unwilling to give up this place he's rightfully earned.

As Thor roughly yanks his buttocks apart and settles between his knees, Loki sighs a satisfied sigh, and turns around to gaze languidly at his brother. There's a twinkle in his brother's eyes that signals that he knows he's being played, knows it, and enjoys it, just like how he'd wrested the truth of his past lovers' 'mysterious' disappearances from Loki and simply laughed the matter off before. How can the puny mortal Tony Stark even hope to compare?

Yes, there is no one but Thor for Loki, and no one but Loki for Thor, thinks Loki hazily, as he buries his face in his arms and loses himself to the wicked pleasures of Thor's tongue.

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My Midgard Life (14/14) [Ft. Reader x Thor]

Summary: After being injured during a battle Thor ends up on a beach shore in Midgard, having lost all but some of his memory. Thor sees a woman standing not far from him looking at him with wide eyes, he asks for help. The woman snapping out of her daze rushes to help him, taking him to her home she’s able to patch him up. The next morning she’s met with Thor making her breakfast, thinking that he was just thanking her with this gesture. However that is not the only reason Thor’s making her breakfast, it would seem that at some point during the night Thor came to a surprising conclusion. What will happen when Thor regains his memory?…

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13

(A/N: I apologize for the wait but here is the final part to ‘My Midgard Life’. Enjoy!)

Word Count: 6,111

Something wasn’t adding up.

It didn’t make any sense and since nobody seemed to be doing anything, you decided to take matters into your own hands. With a quick glance at a sleeping Thor, you left your room and proceeded to make your way to the library. Keeping your head down, you hurriedly pass people in attempts to go unnoticed.

Although it was rather useless because you were rushing through the vast halls of Asgard in a red floor-length nightgown with a silk, white, knee-length robe over it. Yeah, you didn’t stick out at all. Arriving at the library you wrapped your arms around yourself while looking around wide-eyed. You had no idea where to start and the grand library intimated the hell out of you.

“Can I help you?” someone asked and you whirled around in mild fright.

“Um, I’m not sure,” you nervously replied as you looked at the person who spoke. He was a young man, possibly around the age of twenty-three but you weren’t sure since he was an Asgardian. His dusty dark brown hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, hazel eyes were looking at you curiously but he had a friendly smile.

“My name is Arth,” he bowed his head briefly and you smiled with a nod.

“(Y/N),” you outstretched your right hand and he looked at it confused. “It’s a handshake,” you clarified and he blinked at you with a blank stare. “It’s a custom on Earth- I mean Midgard to shake hands upon meeting someone.”

“Oh,” Arth placed his hand in your and you shook it. “Odd custom,” he chuckled as he pulled his hand away from yours. “Are you looking for something in particular?”

“Are there books about the water of Asgard and books about Elves?” you looked around with curious eyes before looking to Arth.

“Water and Elves? I don’t normally ask but why are you wanting to read about those two things?”

You didn’t want to tell Arth the truth as to why you were looking into those two things so you lied. “I overheard someone talking about Elves and on Midgard Elves are small creatures with pointed ears who help bring people presents once a year. I just wanted to compare the elves,” you shrugged and Arth nodded slowly. “As for the water, I love water and would like to learn about the water here in Asgard.”

“Huh,” Arth pressed his lips together while scratching his head. His gaze drifted about the library and you took the opportunity to ensure that your robe was tight around you and covered your chest. You smiled at him when he turned towards you and he motioned for you to follow him. “I think we have a few books on water but as for Elves I believe there is only one maybe two.”

“Whatever you have will be fine,” you smiled with a nod. “Are you a librarian?”

Arth looked at you with furrowed brows while he walked. “A what?”

“Sorry, I meant a bookkeeper?” you weren’t sure if he would understand the reference.

“Oh! Yes, I am Asgard’s bookkeeper,” he nods and you raise your brows in understanding.

You followed Arth blindly further into the library and wondered if you should trust him. This was, in fact, the first time you’ve ever met the man but he seemed trustworthy. That didn’t mean you were going to blurt out was happening. No, you just didn’t feel threatened by him in slightest.

Which was comforting after all you’ve been through.

Arth had found at least ten books about Asgard’s water and only one book on elves. He placed them on a table and told you that if you needed anything to just call for him. You were seated near the back of the grand library and looked at the pile of books with annoyance. It brought back memories when you used to study for school, which wasn’t your favorite past time then and still isn’t now. With a deep sigh, you grabbed the first book and just about fell over due to the weight of it. You really need to lift some weights or Asgard needs to make lighter books. You’d prefer the latter.

You sat reading for what felt like hours and it all was beginning to feel like it was in vain. Lifting your gaze from your book, you smiled upon seeing Thor walking towards you.

“I awoke and you were not by my side,” Thor leaned down and kissed you gently on the forehead. “What are you doing my love?”

Clearing your throat you closed the book you were reading. “Just reading.”

“About?”

“Water and elves.”

“Why?”

“I like water and was just curious about elves.”

Thor gave you look, not entirely certain you were being truthful with him but chose not to push the matter any further.

“My father has assembled a meeting with people he trusts and wants us to attend.”

Rising from your chair you looked up at Thor with uncertainty. “How do we know if we can trust them and who is attending?”

“I do not know who will be attending but if my father trusts them, then I do as well.”

With a nod, you followed Thor back your room and couldn’t help but smile to yourself when he walked directly in front of you. Your nose was partially pressed into his back as he shielded you from those who passed. He didn’t know who to trust and wasn’t taken any chances when it came to your safety. The two of you arrived at your room and you entered the closet to get dressed while Thor stepped out onto the balcony for a moment.

Once you were dressed you exited the closet and made your way to Thor with your healing stone in your hand. You’d always been curious if the healing stone only heals you and were about to test if it does. Thor turned his head, watching you out his peripheral vision as you approached. Unsure of what you were doing, he remained silent as you ran your hand up the back of his shirt, the healing stone leaving a cooling sensation as it dragged across his skin. He hissed when it touched his scar and you instantly retracted your hand and he hurried to remove his shirt.

“Are you okay?” you asked, dropping your stone and helping Thor remove his shirt as you were worried you injured him. “You’re scar is gone!”

Thor twisted his body and head in efforts to his back while his hand felt around for his scar. “It is gone,” he mumbled upon feeling smooth skin where his scar had been.

“Wow, what are those stones made of?” you bent down and picked up the stone, turning it over in your hand.

“That is a long story, my love,” replied Thor as he slipped his shirt back on. “For now, we need to attend my father’s meeting.”

Slipping your stone into a pocket of your dress, you took Thor’s hand and followed him out of your room. He led you down various halls before you were met with a grand staircase, which you had never seen before. You hesitated to follow him at first but when he gave you a reassuring smile, you nodded and followed him once more.

Again, you were led through even more halls but just as your feet began to ache, Thor turned a corner and was met by two grand golden doors. He knocked and the door opened just enough for the two of you to squeeze into before it slammed shut. Jumping, due to the sound of the door you clutched Thor’s hand tighter while shuffling closer to him. There were at least three dozen guards, guarding the door and that made you uneasy.

“It’s alright my love,” he whispered and kissed your forehead.

In the center of the room was a rectangular table that had Odin seated at the head of it and The Warriors Three flanked the right side. On the left was Arth to his left was an older man who gave you creeps for some reason and then to his left were three other people whom you’ve never seen before. Everyone gave you and Thor a brief nod when you approached the table and you gave a small wave.

After being asked by Odin of what you knew, you repeated everything you had told him a week prior. Everyone, besides, you, Thor and Odin were shocked by what you had to say. Some, mainly Creepy Old Man questioned your sanity. You couldn’t blame the geezer, if you were in his shoes, you’d be thinking that you needed some serious therapy.

“Yes! I know, I sound absolutely insane right now but that’s the truth.”

Creepy Old Man glared at you. “How do we know that you aren’t working with them? Or that you are no longer under Loki’s so-called control? For all we know, you very well could be.”

In the blink of an eye, Thor charged the geezer and the room erupted into chaos. You stood off to the side of the room, watching as Thor was physically restrained by The Warriors Three and his father. He had managed to punch the Old Man prior to being restrained and the geezer was now nursing a broken nose. You didn’t think punching him was necessary but you felt as if there was some underlining conflict between him and Thor.

Arth slowly made his way around the gathered people who were restraining Thor and came to your side. Though, you remained completely oblivious to his presence. It wasn’t until he shuffled behind you that you took notice of him and when you turned around you let out a scream.

Everyone in the room shifted their attention to you and their eyes widened in surprise. In an instant, Thor broke free from those who were restraining him and he rushed to your aid.

Why is everyone trying to kill you!?!

Arth repeatedly swung what looked like to be a syringe at you and you struggled to doge it. His swings seemed to be getting quicker with each passing second and it was only a matter of time before he stuck you with whatever was in the syringe. Something you would very much like to avoid. Thankfully, Thor along with at least half a dozen guards swarmed Arth and disarmed him. He was then thrown to the ground and put in cuffs.

You caught your breath and stared wide-eyed at Arth when he was pulled to his feet. His eyes were no longer hazel, they were misty green with streaks of black flowing through it. You’ve only seen those exact colors once before and that was when you were under Loki’s control. When you were under his control those were the only colors you saw when you looked around. You waved your hand in front of Arth’s face and snapped your fingers but he didn’t even flinch.

Odin picked up the syringe and turned it over in his hand. “Why were you trying to inject her with this?” he looked to Arth.

Arth began laughing. “It’s too late, they’re already here.”

Everyone shared a look of confusion before numerous screams were heard as well as an alarm of some kind.

“What’s that?” you asked, though you knew the answer.

“We’re under attack,” replied Odin. “Put Arth in a cell and evacuate the people,” he commanded the guards who left along with everyone but you, himself, Thor and The Warriors Three.

Thor appeared to be conflicted, not wanting to leave you but needed to protect his home. Oddly enough, Odin appeared to be just as conflicted.

“I’ll be fine, go take care of your people,” you gave Thor a reassuring smile.

“I will stay with her,” Sif announced and everyone turned to her. “I will protect (Y/N).”

That was enough for Odin and the remaining Warriors who followed him out of the room. But Thor remained. Before you could utter a word he rushed to you and gave you a kiss that left you breathless when you broke apart. He then turned to Sif and placed his hand on her shoulder with a thankful smile before running after his Father.

“Do you have any experience with fighting?” Sif asked, rushing out of the room with you by her side.

“Yes, but I don’t think it will do any good against the Frost Giants and Elves who are twice my size and most likely are stronger than me.”

She chuckled. “You’d be surprised. The Frost Giants pose the biggest threat from a distance but up close, you’re small enough to evade them. Elves, pose more of a threat up close as I’m sure you know.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Basically, stay out of their way if I can. Right?”

“Right.”

The two of you turned a corner only to backtrack instantly upon seeing two frost giants freezing and breaking everything in their path. Together, you peered around the corner hoping to find a way to get around them since Sif didn’t have weapons of any kind. Not her finest moment, she admits to only herself. An idea came to her but it could backfire to an unforgivable degree.

“(Y/N),” she whispers and turns to you. “How do you feel about being a distraction?”

“For the frost giants?” you furrowed your brows and she nodded. “Um, I’m overly fond of the idea but I guess I can. What do you need me to do?”

“Just get their attention and I’ll do the rest.”

Taking a deep breath you turned the corner and proceeded down the hall. Your heart was pounding in your ears and hands shaking ever so slightly. The giants caught sight of you and shot ice shards that you dodged before you took off down a side hall. Well, you got their attention but Sif never said to run down another hallway. It was too late to turn around though because when you glanced over your shoulder the Giants were chasing you.

Unfortunately for you, the hallway you ran down was a dead end. You cursed yourself for not learning the layout of the castle but you’ve been kind of busy trying to stay alive! Whirling around you shuffled back when the giants began to walk towards you. Your back collided with the wall and you readied yourself to dive to the side. Then, one of the giants let out a scream of pain as Sif appeared behind him, delivering a fatal blow to his back with a sword and he fell dead. She evaded the other giant before swiftly killing him.

“Where did you get the sword?” you inquired but shook your head. “Never mind. What do we do now?”

“Now, we get you somewhere safe.”

That was easier said than done due to the fact that frost giants had invaded the castle. How they got in so quickly you didn’t have time to dwell on. The two of you were able to sneak past most of them but a few Sif had to fight. You weren’t completely useless, being the distraction in order for Sif to get the upper hand. Which was difficult to say the least, who knew frost giants could move so fast? You’ve done more running, dodging and various acrobatic moves that could rival an Olympic gold medalist. That is an exaggeration but it sure felt like you could rival them.

Sif killed the last frost giant in your path and together you took off running. A blur of gold walls was all you saw until you ran along the outskirts of the castle. Through the pillars, you could see lighting strike various places around Asgard. Skidding to a stop, you searching for Thor, hoping to catch just glimpse of him.

Sif gripped your arm and attempted to pull you but you fought against her. “Thor will be fine,” she assured and you looked at her. “But we won’t be if don’t keep moving.”

With a reluctant nod, you followed after her but took one last glance at the sky. Wherever Thor was, he is putting up one hell of a fight. Lightning lit up the sky to an almost blinding effect and you were sort of thankful that you were venturing further into the castle. However, neither you nor Sif had any idea what you were about to venture into.

Thor paused to catch his breath and looked around, Asgard was a literal war zone. The people just barely escaped the destruction and devastation. Frost giants had frozen and destroyed various structures making Asgard appear more like Jotunheim. The air was slowly turning cold and bitter. Breaths became puffs of white smoke in the air and those who were stationary shivered violently with the turned weather.

Frost Giants were coming in waves, an onslaught of them and no one knew how they entered Asgard. Or even where they are coming from, they seemed to just appear out of thin air. But it was only frost giants, no elves. It’s unnerving that they were absent from the current attack. From what you had said, elves were the driving force behind the attack.

So why hasn’t anyone encountered them?

“Didn’t Lady (Y/N) say there were to be elves?” shouted Frandral as he stabbed a frost giant in the chest then evaded another. “I have yet to see one, has anyone seen one?”

An explosion emanated from the castle, polluting the sky with a dense black mist that was suffocating and nearly blinding. The Asgardian forces were the only ones affected by the mist and they began coughing violently while the Frost giants slowly retreated into the mist. Their red eyes being the only thing visible about them. Various shouts, yells, and screams were heard and they struggled to locate the source of it.

Through the mist, Thor and The Warriors Three saw a figure come flying towards them and they instantly bared arms. But, when the figure became visible they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Volstagg caught the figure and lowered them to the ground. Thor rushed to their side as did Odin and the remaining Warriors Three.

“I’m so sorry,” Sif rasped, slowly sitting up with her hand clutching her left side. Her arms were covered in various bruises while her clothing is dusted in dirt and blood. “They came out of nowhere, I tried to fight them off but they just kept coming.” she violently coughed then winced.

Thor gave her a look of concerned confusion. “Are you alright?” he inquired and Sif nodded. “What happened to (Y/N)?”

Sif looked at Thor remorsefully but before she could speak the black mist began to slowly dissipate. Thor rose to his feet and turned towards the castle. Something was heading right for him and his eyes narrowed as he prepared to electrocute whatever it was. Odin ordered the guards to arm themselves and Thor began to twirl Mjolnir. The Asgardian forces closed ranks around their King and Prince, preparing to defend them with their lives.

When the mist finally dissipates none could believe what they were seeing. Everyone looked to Thor who was in disbelief, his eyes wide as he slowly shook his head. He glanced at Sif who casts her gaze to the ground in shame and he looked forward once more. Anger began to fester in him causing the sky boom with thunder and lightning.

With arms held behind your back, you stared at Thor with wide panic filled eyes. Forcefully you were shoved forward, stumbling multiple times before being hauled to a stop and futilely tried to free yourself. You leaned away from the elf you nicknamed Scar when he appeared by your side, running a finger down the side of your face. He was leering at you and you grimaced while trying to distance yourself from him.

Odin furrowed his brows at the Elf who stood beside you but when he turned towards him, he was in disbelief. “Malekith,” he shook his head. “That’s not possible.”

Scar chuckled bitterly. “I am not Malekith, he was my Father.”

Malekith had a son?

This was news to everyone but you have absolutely no idea who this Malekith is or rather was. But, based on what you were seeing, it appeared that Malekith’s son had a score of some sort to settle. Though, why had he been so hell-bent on capturing you? It was obvious that he was interested in you as he kept leering at you but that couldn’t have been the only reason. Could it? You sure hoped there was another reason.

Loki crept within the shadows, a scowl on his face as he watched the scene before him unfold. You were not meant to be harmed or captured for that matter. He had used Arth in efforts to sedate you, in order to keep you out of the way but that obviously failed. He was betrayed by the elves and frost giants, having been imprisoned by them prior to the attack. But, he escaped and is out for revenge.

“Release her and you may return to your realm unharmed,” Thor shouted, casting his gaze to you for a moment before looking to Malekith’s son. “You have my word.”

Odin looked at his son with slight disapproval but understood why Thor would make such a promise. If saving Frigga’s life had meant making a promise to do no harm, he would have done so in a heartbeat. Something in the shadows caught his attention and he turned towards it. He could make out a figure moving in shadows but was unable to identify who it was. The way they moved is so familiar to him and instantly he knows who that is.

Scar shook his head at Thor. “She means a great deal to you Thor, son of Odin,” he reached out and twirled a lock of your hair around his finger. “My father killed your mother and what a crushing blow that was for Asgard until you found her-,” his eyes trailed up and down your body with a smirk. “-And, what a breathtaking being she is. When I first heard of her, I wanted to kill her as revenge for killing my father, deliver another blow to Asgard. But after I met her, well I think I’ll keep her for myself as my queen.”

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Thor roared as Scar brought his hand to your cheek but you turned your head away from him.

The next thing you knew, Frost Giants and Elves began to fall dead with ice shards protruding from their chest. There is only one person who could do that and when you looked up you saw Loki standing near his father. Oh sure, NOW he decides to be the good guy. A blur of Blue and Green descend up the Asgardian forces and you struggled to see Thor. Fighting against the Elf who held you, you managed to break free and bolted away from him.

Thor has been in many battles but nothing could compare to this. To be fighting side by side with his Father and the Asgardian army made him fight harder. Determined to defend and protect his people. Every time an enemy fell dead, he would scan the area for you before another enemy attacked. Waves of enemies descended upon him and he summoned lightning that he directed at them. Slamming Mjolnir on the ground, a shockwave wet through the ground, knocking down every enemy.

“THOR!” your panicked scream pierced the air, which caused him to whirl around in search for you and his blood ran cold when he located you.

Everything came to an abrupt standstill.

You held your breath as Scar constricted your movements with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist while a blade was held against your neck. In the hopes that he would release you, you dug your nails into his arms. It was useless, he didn’t even flinch even though he was bleeding. Instead, he rested his chin on your right shoulder and demanded that you raise your hands. When you didn’t, he applied more pressure on your neck with the blade. With a hiss, you relented and raised your hands.

Thor took a step towards you but stopped when you winced in pain. Scar tightened his grip on you and you struggled to breathe. You looked at Thor with the same pleading expression that you had before you fell over the waterfall weeks ago and it broke his heart. How is it, that once again he is helpless to save you? For any move he makes it will more than likely cause injury to you or worse, you could be killed.

“Nobody moves or she dies!” Scar screamed and began walking backward. “I mean it! I’ll kill her if anyone follows us!”

Your mind was racing as you were being dragged backward and away from Thor. You have to get away from Scar but how? You don’t want to die trying to get away but you also don’t want to be taken to God knows where. But, what could you do? You have a blade to your throat, an insanely strong elf holding hostage while dragging you way. There isn’t much you truly could do until you looked to the ground and that’s when you got an idea. But, you need Thor do something that you’re positive he won’t want to do.

“Hit him with lightning,” you spoke rather calmly, which was surprising since you were utterly terrified.

Thor looked at you in disbelief as did everyone else. “What?”

“Please!” you pleaded. “Hit him with lightning!”

Thor couldn’t believe what you were asking of him and shook his head. “I-I can’t.”

“THOR, PLEASE!”

Tears gathered in his eyes as he looked around, hoping that someone would have an idea of how to save you. But, no one did. He even looked to Loki, his eyes pleading with him for an idea but Loki had none. Thor held no anger towards his brother, his mind, and heart too filled with fearful heartbreak to feel anything else. He turned to you once more and you nodded with a small smile.

“It’s okay,” you mouthed and tears gathered in your eyes when he lifted Mjolnir in the air. He was really going to do it.

“She’ll die with me if you do it!” Scar roared, yet there was a waver to his voice. “Do you understand!?! SHE.WILL.DIE!”

Lightning bolts collected on Mjolnir and Thor trembled in saddens due to what he was about to do. He was going to kill you. Malekith’s son had to be stopped and you didn’t want to be taken or used as a hostage/leverage. He locked gazes with you and you gave him a loving smile while tears fell down your face. Malekith’s son yelled and screamed while trying to flee with you but couldn’t get far for some unknown reason.

With loud sob, Thor directed the lightning towards you and Scar. Falling to his knees, time seemed to slow down and he watched helplessly as the lightning barreled its way to you. But, right before it could hit you, you somehow managed to twist Scar’s hand that held the blade away from your neck. Forcing his hand down, the blade was plunged into the arm wrapped around your waist. He howled in pain and released his hold on you. You attempted to dive to the side but he gripped your wrist right as lightning struck his chest.

A blinding white light emanated from you before an explosion propelled you both in opposite directions. Flying through the air, bolts of lightning surged throughout your body. Were you screaming? You couldn’t tell due to your hearing being basically nonexistent at the moment. This plan sounded so much better in your head. Opening your eyes, you quickly shut them due to the blinding light that surrounded you. Dear God, were you dead? Or dying? It felt like it but then something changed. You suddenly felt no pain, no longer were you flying and there was no bright light just nothingness.

Thor was breathing heavily, clutching your limp body against his chest as he flew through the sky and towards the castle. Your only hope was the healers and he hopes they haven’t evacuated the castle. The Asgardian forces took care of the remaining Frost giants and Elves. As for Scar, he died within a few seconds of being struck by lightning. How you were still alive was a miracle but your breathing was shallow and you needed help now.

Irena had barricaded the door to a healing room with her fellow healers when the attack began. They had tried to escape but were cut off and sadly a few of their friends lost their lives. So, when Thor broke down the door, it was needless to say they were startled beyond belief. However, the second they saw you in Thor’s arms, they jumped into action. They had to coax Thor into being treated as well since he refused to leave you.

Countless hours were spent examining you but the healers were dumbfounded. The only question going through their minds was how? It was impossible, they must have missed something. But, you are perfectly fine, having sustained zero injuries, not even a scratch! In fact, you were the healthiest you’ve ever been, based on what they could see/gather.

Slightly disoriented you groaned while opening your eyes and glanced around. The healing room, great, you should just take up permit residence here at this rate. Irena came to your side with a smile and assisted you in sitting up.

“How are you feeling?” she inquired, handing a cup of water that you took a few sips of.

“Tired,” your voice hoarse and you cleared your throat. “Where’s Thor?”

“He went to speak with his father but will be back shortly. Do you remember what happened?”

“Uh, yeah. I was being held hostage by that elf guy and then struck by lightning. What happened to the elf?”

“Malekith’s son is dead.”

You let a sigh of relief and Irena gave a small smile, you could tell she was just as relieved by his death as you are. Just then the doors opened to reveal Thor, he pauses in the doorway for a moment before rushing to you and wraps his arms around you the second he reaches you. Irena excuses herself and you wrap your arms around Thor, holding him as he’ll disappear any second.

“I’m so sorry,” Thor whispered. “I should have never left you.”

Keeping your arms wrapped around him, you lifted your head from his chest and looked up at him. “Thor, you had to take care of your people and your home. There was no way of knowing what was going to happen.”

“You tried to warn us but we didn’t listen.”

“Yes but I know it sounded crazy, which is why no one listened at first.”

“We should have listened or at least have done something. Then, perhaps all this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Let’s not dwell on it, please. For now at least?”

Thor nodded and kissed your forehead. “Alright, I have other things to talk to you about. If you feel up to it.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Well, my brother is back in a cell. Many wanted to cast him out but his assistance with defeating the frost giants and elves granted leniency. Though, he is displeased with the fact that his powers have been bound. Sif will be fine, I know you must have been worried about her. She is deeply sorry for allowing you to be taken.”

“She did all she could.”

“I am certain she did but she does not see it that way. In time she will, but for now, she blames herself and no matter what one may say otherwise, she will continue to blame herself.”

You nodded but felt that Thor was at war with himself over something. He refused to release you from his embrace and you truly didn’t mind but you did want to know what he was debating. “Thor, what’s the matter?”

He took a deep breath before speaking. “If you wish to, you can return to Midgard safely.”

You gave a start, leaning away from him in order to look into his eyes. “I-I can?” he nodded and you gasped softly. “How?”

“Do you remember the dagger you found in The Void?” you nodded with furrowed brows. “Did the shape of the blade seem familiar to you?”

You paused for a moment as you thought back and yes, it did seem familiar to you. “Yes, because it was the same shape of your gash on your back!” you exclaimed and he nodded. “How does that relate to me returning to Earth?”

“The dagger is an elf dagger and it had an enchantment placed upon it. When I was stabbed in battle the enchantment was transferred to me. When I entered the Bifrost, it caused me to be expelled from it and hidden from Heimdall’s sight which sent me to Midgard somehow. When you took care of my wound, the enchantment transferred to you which hindered your ability to use the Bifrost safely but after you were rescued from The Void, Irena was able to remove it.”

“Will you come with me, if I return?”

Thor shook his head with a sad smile. “I would if I could but I cannot leave the realms unprotected. If you chose to leave, it will be alone.”

Casting your gaze to the floor, you thought about what you wanted to do but then a question popped into your mind and you looked at Thor once more. “How am I alive? I was struck by lightning and yet I lived?”

He chuckled softly and you gave a confused smile. “Well that was a mystery to the healers but it’s because of your healing stone. It absorbed the lightning as it passed through your body and you were protected and healing. But, unfortunately, it was destroyed in the process.”

“I’m sorry. I know it belonged to your mother.”

“Do not apologize, it was meant to protect and heal you, which it did.”

The doors to the room opened and you both turned towards the door to a bashful healer. She bowed her head in apology before closing the door and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Why was she embarrassed?

“I do not know,” Thor chuckled. “I suppose she thought she was interrupting our conversation.”

“Thor?”

“Yes?”

“What would it mean if I stay?” he gave you a slightly confused expression. “What does it mean for us, if I stay?”

Thor gave a look of understanding. “It would mean, that you would be Queen when I am King.”

Your eyes widened and your mouth hung open in shock while you took a few steps away from Thor. Queen? You would be a Queen? You needed a moment to fully comprehend…well, everything. Pacing, your mind was running a thousand miles per hour and your head began to ache. But, when you paused for a moment, instantly you knew what your decision is.

Taking a deep breath you turned to a nervous Thor and nodded. “Okay.”

Utterly confused Thor stood motionless as you walked towards him but looking at your smile he couldn’t help but smile. “You’re staying?”

“I’m staying,” you affirmed and Thor swept you into his arms with a joyful laugh. Wrapping your arms around his neck you laughed along with him and smiled at him when he placed you back on your feet. “I love you, Thor.”

“And I love you (Y/N),” he whispered then kissed you softly but didn’t stray far when it broke. You stared into each other’s eyes before kissing once more. A slow, passionate kiss that caused the world to fade away and felt like it lasted forever. A little breathless, you pulled away first and couldn’t fight the blooming smile that spread across your face as you gazed up at him. His smile is loving, wide and proud as he gazed down at you before he held you to his chest and a sigh of content left you both.

You stayed in Asgard, your new home with Thor and never once did you regret your decision.

Yay! I hope you enjoyed the end!

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