Breathe, Baby, Breathe...

Chapter seven

TheLaufeysons' household was witnessing a true revolution. Loki, gloomy,grim, grumpy Loki had been transformed overnight into a brilliantjoyful young man.

Lokihad literally blossomed. There was no other word for such atransformation. He had lost that orphan-like look, he had lost theanger and bitterness in his eyes. They were now replaced by a strangefire no one had ever seen on a Laufeyson face. Except maybe Bill andHarry, when they hit the ball...

"Wassamaterwith ya?" Bill used to snort nastily. "You usin' or something ?"

Tothis, their mother made a mild reprimand about manners and Lokisimply smiled, which made his complexion as blooming as ever. He hadsomething that made up for every bad thing that might happen to him.

Lokiwas burning indeed. Burning with an unknown intensity, anoverwhelming happiness, nothing could hurt him now or disturb hispeace. Apparently.

Hewas not in love. Not yet. But he was utterly, completely, loved.

Andthat was even better.

Thisfelicity had nothing to compare with. It was only challenged by boutsof sadness when Thor had to leave. But Thor couldn't bear to be faraway from Loki too long. So these bouts were rather short.

Theafternoon of their first time had seemed both long and short toLoki... They had spent the whole time in bed. They had at least twoother rounds that were as exquisite as the first. Until Loki toldThor to stop or he would be too sore next morning. He didn't want hismother noticing him limping or his teachers wondering why did he lookso exhausted. It made Thor laugh but yet, on his way home, hedemanded that Loki called him when he was free so they could see eachother.

Lokicouldn't believe such a thing was happening to him. He knew, ofcourse, that sex could be good, amazing even. But the stories he hadheard all around only related to straight relationships. Of course,no one mentioned the gay ones... They were non-existent. No one wouldadmit that such a thing could only happen...

AfterTony, Loki had lost all hope of something meaningful. Now, with Thor,everything seemed possible. Thor knew how to please him, to make himhappy. And thus Thor also seemed happy, in love.

Ifonly Loki could reciprocate...

Lokiwas ashamed sometimes, as if he was using Thor for sexual pleasureand had no concern for his feelings. He never mentioned the L. wordthough... He didn't have to, it was obvious in the light of his eyes.

But,as if on cue, Thor and Loki only indulged on affection and the thrillof lust. Thor had a sexual appetite Loki had never seen the like. Hewas often demanding, finding impossible ways to see and kiss Loki atschool. He would grab him by surprise, hide him behind a wall, abush, a column, anything that could prevent any unwanted attention.And then kiss his brains away...

Yet,that was daring but Thor knew the limits. It only lasted for a fewseconds and then went their separate ways. Which was fine for Loki.Their little affair needed to remain a secret. More than ever.

Theyfound some time to spend together. It happened that Loki's house wasmore or less empty and his parents trusted him to watch over theirpriceless and futile possessions. Indeed, more than being watchedover, they watched. Having the house for themselves gave them ideasand excitement. Never had Loki's bedroom heard so many cries ofpleasure...

Onesweet mid-afternoon, Loki was lying in bed, in Thor's arms, body andmind fully content. Thor has been particularly thorough andconsiderate...

"Youhave to be a god..." Loki purred softly, his head resting on Thor'schest. "You know me so well..."