Prisoner

Awakening

Warning: Explicit sexual M/M content!

I woke up the following morning feeling Thor's neck against my face. Somehow while we had been sleeping, we had changed our positions. He was hugging me with a strong grip against his muscular body while his lips were on my forehead. Thor used to love sleeping with me in this position when we were younger and slept on the same bed. If it were for Odin, we would have never slept together but we always found ways to do it.

It was difficult for me not to notice the hardness between Thor's legs. Our bodies were glued together. As if my body existed with the sole purpose of answering to his, I felt my member harden at that moment. I wasn't able to control myself when I timidly licked his neck at his pulse point. He tasted like wetland and rain, with some tones of lavender from his soap. I couldn't help but grunt since now that I have tasted it I wanted more. And like everything else in my life, I couldn't have it.

Thor stretched on the bed without taking his arms off around me. I breathed in sharply to guard his scent in my memory even though I have already memorised it by now after all the centuries we have been together. He moved a little to look me straight in the eyes, but he was still hugging me. I didn't stop hugging him either, although I was able to see both of our palms shining in the dim light of my chambers/prison.

"How did you sleep?" Asked Thor smiling at me. His blue eyes were still showing signs of sleep, but they were bright as always. As if time hasn't happened between us, as if anything hasn't happened between us. And my heart throbbed with happiness.

Can you really be so stupid? You pride yourself on being the smartest of the whole Nine Realms and you cannot even hide the fact that you love your brother, the nagging voice inside my head ridiculed me. I chose to ignore it, even though it was more difficult to do so every passing day.

"Good. No nightmares which is a nice change from the past few days..." I answered cursing the truth runes once again. Although, I did like the concern in Thor's look.

"Were you having nightmares these past few days? You didn't say anything before..." He said confused.

"It's not like you were here before," I reminded him. He made a face.

"I've been asking Mother about you..." He confessed while his cheeks turned a little bit red. Even though his hand was on my waist, I was able to see the bright yellow glow from his truth runes. When we were sleeping, we have pulled our sheets and furs away. I couldn't help but smile at his confession.

"Your runes are glowing. It means that you too have some truths hidden. What are you not telling me?" I asked him still smiling.

"It's easier to show you than to tell you..." His cheeks once again were red. I looked at him confused.

I didn't want to get my hopes up but it was really difficult seeing how his eyes shone. It seemed as if he desired me the same way I have desired him since we were adolescents and these kinds of feelings started to arouse inside me. It was probably my own wishful thinking. I felt my mouth suddenly dry and I felt the urgent need to pass my tongue through my lips, a nervous habit of mine. Thor surely knew it for what it was, nevertheless, he didn't say anything and his gaze was fixated on my lips. One of his calloused hands followed my spine up until he reached my hair and entwined his fingers on it. I couldn't help the shiver that simple movement caused, but I refused to look away. He got his face closer and closer to mine, making my breathing erratic. He stopped when our lips were almost touching and we were sharing the same breath.

"Tell me you haven't thought about this before and you feel disgusted because of me," He whispered with his blue eyes not leaving mine for a second.

I didn't get the chance to reply since he finally joined our lips together. The pressure of his lips on mine was as light as the feathers of his helmet. However, it was more than enough to make every nerve in my body wake up. I didn't know why he wanted me to be disgusted, but he wasn't going to find not even an iota of repulsiveness in me. One of my hands moved on its own accord from the side of his hips, through his abdominals, his left pectoral where I was able to feel his rapid heartbeat, his muscled neck until I could grab a bunch of his blond silky hair. Even though I have been envious, I enjoyed touching him and recognising every muscle of his firm body. He was truly a sculptured god, and all I wanted to do was worship him like he truly deserved. It was something that only I was able to give him: true devotion. Because I didn't love him just because he was the heir to the throne, I didn't love him because he was the best warrior, I didn't love him for all his feats and glorious achievements.