To Hurt This Much

The Parts We Play

"Come here Loki." Thor orders his brother to come near him while he is seated on the throne.

Loki is suppose to be a prisoner of Asgard, after what he did to some of the other realms but Thor showed him mercy, at least in Thor's mind anything is better than the dungeons. So here one will find the God of Mischief, the fallen prince, shadowing his brother. Now, wherever King Thor is, Loki is sure to be.

Being stripped of his powers is degrading to say the least but to be summoned like a dog is to Loki the most debasing thing Thor can do to him but there is little that he can do nor can he protest lest he gets put to the dungeons. So he slowly approached the base of the steps leading up to the throne where Thor is seated, knelt and waited for his next order.

"Not there. Come here to me." Thor commanded, Loki gritted his teeth but said nothing and started to rise up.

"I neve asked you to rise, CRAWL to your king."

Loki blinked a few times, he seemed to have heard Thor telling him to crawl towards him, which can't be true because why would he do that to him? Is this roleplay?

"Aren't you quick of wit, do you not know the meaning of crawl? I said, crawl! Do not keep your king waiting."

Loki wanted to protest but thought better and started crawling up the steps towards his brother who opened his legs and gestured for him to position himself directly infront of him. Loki kneeled between his brother's thighs, eyes cast down, hands clasped behind, assuming the submissive stance without being asked. He figured, why prolong the inevitable? It can't go lower than this.

He can feel Thor's eyes on him, no words, no touch, just looking. Not wanting to look himself, Loki just kept his head bowed. Then Thor spoke...

"Kiss me."

It then dawned on Loki, he is now the King's toy. Gone are the days when Thor really loved him. He is now reduced to this, and it is his fault, and he wants to cry but of course, he won't. Thor can't see that he is pained by the turn of events between them. He knows that he has brought his brother grief because of everything he did but he also thought that Thor would never give up on him, that he will always be loved.

Thor is unmoving. Loki needs to fully lean forward to reach in for a kiss. He gave Thor a peck on the corner of his mouth, when he started to straighten himself, he felt a calloused hand on the back of his neck and he looked to Thor who had his brows arched as if saying that's how you'll kiss me?

"Kiss me again, the way you know how I like it." The hand on his neck moved to grip his hair and pulled him close. Loki braced himself and roughly kissed Thor, all teeth and tongue, exactly how Thor wants it, earning him a groan from the king. When they had to stop to catch their breaths, Loki felt pain on his lower lip and saw blood on Thor's, he realized he got bit and was bleeding because that's exactly how Thor loved it.

With a shaky tone, Thor gave his next command...

"Suck me off, no hands, all mouth, moan like a whore, and look at me the whole time."

"Thor?"

"Did I stutter? Anything unclear about what I said....slave?"

The tears Loki was holding back broke through. He wasn't full on crying but the tears kept falling. He's just a slave. A slave to whatever the king desires. And he would always love Thor and his life now will always hurt him and the dungeons are starting to feel like the better choice.

And he went to work like a diligent whore, like there's no tomorrow. Thor came five times and expected Loki to swallow every single drop, it being from Thor, all of it felt like a keg full, leaving the younger god no room for dinner. They always ate together which meant if Loki wasn't eating then his mouth can be put to better use, Thor came thrice more.