Salome

Chapter Two: The Oath

Loki stood in his bed chamber, in front of his full-length dressing mirror, eyeing his form. He had sketched and described the costume to the court's best seamstress, but wasn't entirely assured she'd be able to create it to his liking. Rather, she had exceeded all his expectations. He smiled softly. The effect his costume and his dance had on Thor was undeniable. Thor's pupils were blown wide and his interest was quite visible in his trousers. Ever since Loki knew that Thor was aware of his true parentage, Loki had wrestled with what to do with the affections he still held in his heart for the god that he could no longer rightfully call "brother". He didn't wrestle long before deciding to carry his affections over to a whole other plane. He began slowly with subtle flirtations while he was still imprisoned below the palace. He was pleased to find Thor more than receptive and before he knew it, Thor was dressing his wrists with the elegant, serpentine bands he now wore and he was once again allowed total access to the palace. He hated that the bands robbed him of the magic that was the core of his very identity, but it wasn't lost on him that Thor made certain that at least the condition of his release was beautiful to look upon.

Loki spun the bracelet on his right wrist, smiling softly to himself. His mind swam with thoughts of pressing his lips to Thor's, being wrapped up in his strong embrace. The energy that passed between them these days had nothing to do with kinship or brotherhood, but thus far energy, coyly whispered words, and suggestive glances were all they shared.

Loki heard the creaking of his bed chamber door as it opened slowly. The silhouette, backlit by the torches in the hall and reflected in his mirror, was unmistakeable. Loki kept his gaze fixed on his own reflection, knowing Thor would go mad from not drawing his immediate, rapt attention. Thor quietly closed and locked the door behind him, crossing the room with far more grace and subtlety than a god of his bulk should be capable of. Thor stood behind Loki, his gaze searing its way from Loki's shoulders, then lower to the delicate curve of his ass. Loki smirked cheekily.

"Did my gift please you, dear brother?" Loki said, still looking into the mirror, taking a comb to his hair, voice thick with lascivious promise.

"Oh, I am your brother now, am I? Is this the costume one wears for their brother? And the dance, is that how one dances for their brother?" Thor teased, running his callused fingertips down the length of Loki's spine making him shiver.

"Are you not here as my brother, Thor? Then, pray tell, Odinson, in what capacity do you visit me?" Loki toyed with him, prying the bands from his biceps and freeing the sashes from his middle fingers, setting them on a nearby dressing table.

"Do you not know? Could you not feel the desire radiating from me as you knelt on the table before me? Could you not hear the blood rushing through my veins as my heart threatened to pound its way out of my chest?"

Loki blushed softly at the thought as Thor gripped his shoulder, spinning him around and pressing his back against the mirror, devouring his lips in a hungry kiss. Loki melted into it, fingers carding through Thor's cornsilk locks. Their matching urgent needs ground against one another as their kisses turned desperate. Finally, Thor parted their lips, gasping.

"Loki, I must have you. I need to spear the core of you and watch you come undone for me. Please." Thor begged.

Loki grinned devilishly, rucking up Thor's blood red tunic and pulling it over his head, tossing it aside. He pressed a palm flat to Thor's firm chest, pushing him backward until the backs of Thor's legs hit the edge of the foot of Loki's bed and he fell down into a sitting position there. Loki untied the sash across his waist, throwing it to a corner of the room, and it landed with a soft tinkling of its bells. He then turned his back to Thor, pointing wordlessly to the laces at the back of the waistband of his trousers. Thor got the hint and unlaced them quickly. Loki turned to face him, beginning to swivel his hips, sending the trousers falling to the floor. Loki pulled them away and tossed them aside, leaving him wearing only a slight undergarment of moss green velvet over his loins. Thor licked his lips wantonly, reaching out to caress Loki's alabaster skin.