What They Do.

The mountain

It's NOT over.
That mess, that nameless catastrophe, no, tragedy, it threw itself upon the brothers without
warning … and it will never be over again. Nothing could make it all undone. No door Loki
closes behind him, no miles Thor runs away. No distance and no silence and no childish hopes
will ever make it all undone; what happened today was NOT WHAT THEY DO. It was
something wrong. And it's not over. No. Thor feels it.
The water's burning hot. And no matter how long it washes against his skin Thor doesn't get used
to it. It should help his muscles melt out of their tension. But it doesn't. He sits like this for half an
hour now. It burns and burns and burns around him with softly licking waves. But nothing seems
to be able to ease that chill sitting deep withing the golden prince of Asgard.
It was not what we do...
Somehow he desperately thought the hot springs of the palace would help him shake off
everything. So his steps led him here directly after he'd brought Loki home. A lone walker he was
tonight, no one to be seen and to be seeing him, he found himself rip off his clothes the instant the
damping pools appeared in front of him. A trail of boots and trousers and tunics lead him to his aim. And when he sat his first step into that delicious brew his whole body tingled with cramps; he
was like a wounded bull running for shelter. But wounded? He? No. Not on the outside.
The crusted blood upon Thors skin was not his own.
When he started off the library Thor triumphed through the skies like a real god. He felt like
having won a game – Lokis game – against Loki.
He'd finally made his brother admit that he, too, wants what they do. Thor always knew anyways.
And it was and always will be a mystery to him what devil urges his brother to deny it time and
again. Making him hungry with that Hide and Seek just to call him a rapist? That must've been
one of Lokis stranger jokes. Thor never had the wits to understand them. But however, it made
him angry enough to punish Loki for it – and it made him feel insulted enough to just want to
disappear from his brother unsatisfied. Be it so, he thought that instant, let none of us get what they
need. Biting Loki over the edge was none of their most pleasant moments of course. But Thor
wasn't in the mood for a pleasant sequel anymore.
And this finally made Loki ask for it. Beg for it. And that said IT ALL! Thor felt his heart leap so
hard when Loki openly gave in! Gave up.
At least that's what he thought then.
Crouching in the hot springs embrace Thor ruefully groans and lets himself sink deeper into the
damping water. The round muscles of his shoulders disappear into the pool, his neck follows
closely after and the tips of his hair drink themselves soaking wet. He could fall asleep like this.
Oh yes, a heavy weariness comes over the Thunderer out of a sudden ... making him long to just
die away into it … but as he shuts his eyes, as his ears fill with water, as he feels his whole figure
drown in a fluid that heated it wouldn't be much different in a mothers comforting womb – the
memory is still there. And the relentless self-reproach.
How could I be that blind? Loki didn't beg for what they do. Loki wanted … something else. And
Thor didn't see it, didn't sense it all along. How could I be that BLIND?
Thor literally took Loki somewhere no one would ever hear him. In his flush he didn't really think
about where exactly he took his brother. They just stormed higher and higher. And ended up on a
mountaintop.
The stone was of that purple gray smelling like chalk. There were no plants anywhere and though
the sun stood high and light above them the breeze was very, very chilly. They were above
everything, a thick carpet of clouds to their feet.
Thor landed them on an evenly molded stone terrace. In front of them rose the mountains last wall
up to the very top. And to the foot of that stonewall was a cave not very deep but wide enough for
both of them to find place in it. Almost a comfortable place. Comfortable enough to hide them
from the freezing wind.
He wanted to lay Loki down there. And then he wanted to crouch above him like he did the many
times before. Thor even felt that thankful for Lokis final agreement that he was utterly eager to
nurse his bruised length ever so gently before thinking of himself. He wanted to not just suck him,
no. He wanted to warm and stroke and coddle and fondle him with all his mouth could offer.
Repay the brutal first time in the faraway library with a most delicious second. Next round then
would be completely Thors again.
"Brother", he called all smiling over his shoulder. He had already taken some keen steps towards
the little cave. But when he saw that Loki didn't follow he frowned. Instead his brother had turnedhim his back and stepped into the other direction to the very edge of the mountains terrace. Staring
down into the deep, clouds beneath him, the frosty winds ripped through his raven hair and pulled
at him-
Remembering that tiniest moment of uncertainty, of unnamed fear, Thor spurts back up through
the waters surface. Frightened at the intensity of this flashback he hides his face in his palms
dripping and heated by the hot spring. But the pictures in his mind won't disappear. He feels the
chill sting his face like he's not covering it with his damping hands. Feels it like he's still standing
up there.
Thor called for him a second time then. And his smile was gone. Now Lokis head stirred up,
though, as if he'd not heard the first call. An uncomfortable foreboding shook Thors heart when he
watched his brother face him with a look upon his face as inscrutable like never before. It was
mere a quick glance Loki shot him before his grand green eyes (and they shone brighter up here
on the mountain, didn't they?) wandered away to where Thor wanted them to go – the cave. Some
unbelievably long seconds passed whilst Loki examined it from his dangerous spot before he
finally stalked towards Thor and away from the edge, his face completely unmoved. Lokis pace
was angry when he passed his brothers figure without looking up once.
In the shades of the cave he stood facing the stone wall. And Thor, rushing after him, didn't see it
coming when his brother turned around abruptly like a serpent. He didn't expect him to wildly
sling his arms around his neck, to shove his spread out fingers through his hair … and he didn't
expect Loki to kiss him. To press his lips against his own. To open them so needy. So
unrestrained. So ...
A shiver runs down Thors naked spine. His face still hidden behind his hands he finds himself
sucking his own tongue ... in remembrance of Lokis.
Thor never felt the need to kiss his brother. Good, once he did, but he didn't really kiss him then.
He was totally hysterical and angry when he thought they'd been found out. Totally angry for
Loki tried to blame it all on him. He didn't really kiss him then and didn't ever want to after. And
he never thought Loki might want to. He just couldn't. He can't. For it's madness. It's NOT what
they do. Brothers don't kiss. And they are brothers, aren't they?
Up on that mountaintop, however, Loki showed Thor how wrong he'd been about his little
brother all along. Oh, Loki showed him ...
What is it making Thor that dizzy? What a strange sensation creeping all over him … brothers
don't kiss like that; lovers do. And Thor decides it's horror making him dizzy that way. Eyes shut
he slides his thumb into his mouth and whimpers.
"Get out of that", Loki moaned into Thors mouth as his fingers crawled to the front of Thors tunic,
clawing and pulling to force it open. The Trickster didn't break his kiss, fevered it even deeper still
and sucked Thor down into its abyss. Silvertongued. There was a desperate voice in the back of
the Thunderers mind, an alarm daring him to STOP as he, too, started to rip his brothers clothes
away. We shouldn't do this, rang through his mind. This is not what we do. But all left sanity was
drowned out by Lokis penetrating sighs; He pressed himself against Thors chest, he rolled into
Thors lap. And Thor couldn't fight the attack. He'd just not touched nor had been touched in
weeks … and resisting this was just as impossible as resisting the seductions of a cataclysm.
Then they were skin on skin. The chill up here was enormous now. Not even the little cave really
changed that. But they had heat to offer each other. And touches never experienced before. Thor
remembers well the stinging frost against his back. And he remembers well the burning hands
greedily stroking it away. Loki was all too eager to press his every limb as tight as possible against
his brother as if to leave no spot of skin untouched. He even slung one leg around Thors as they thrust into each others thighs. And still kissing Thor just fell into this yawing pincers grip until he
hammered his brothers back into the stone wall, pinning him there and pressing a harsh yell from
his lungs; Loki pulsed hard against Thors stomach.
And Thor found himself shoving his angry lance of flesh between Lokis buttocks. He slid up and
down that deliciously warm cleft, feeling Lokis length rub up and down his belly, forced into the
same rhythm, into his rhythm. When Thor grasped for his brothers one left standing leg to rip it up
his waist, too, nothing could ever have made him stop again. Pressing Loki against the top of a
mountain Thor leaned in like a predator to lick up his willing preys throat. He felt his brothers
ecstatic cries vibrate against his tongue with every further thrust he hammered him into the stone
wall with. And clinging to Thors shoulders Loki came burning hot between their bodies.
Thor didn't stop his pace. He was far from done. So he thrust and thrust and still made Loki move
up and down with him, made his whole body move with him until he started to fill with the
pressure of even new lust again, smearing his yet hot come across Thor chest.
The Thunderer was close now. He pumped lustfully in Lokis cleft and slicked it through, leaked
the first drops of all his pent up lava streams brooding to explode from him. The instant Lokis tip
pushed one deep time into Thors navel it was enough for both of them; Thor came with a howl
and Loki with a whimper as Thor splashed his liquid fire all up Lokis spine. Thors hips gave out
their final thrusts and made Lokis body slide some last times up and down the caves wall. The
skin of his back gave sinfully smacking sounds as it slid all stained and wet across the rocks
surface.
Shivering in his aftermath Thor still panted like a bull when he felt a soft cheek lay against his
temple. Loki breathed into his hair. Loki placed wandering kisses upon him. Weary, cozy kisses,
trembling lips opening against the side of Thors face, the tip of a tongue dipping in lazy thirst for
pearls of sweat. Every breath a sigh.
His eyes spring open in alarm and his whole body gives a jerk to make the water swash loudly
around him as Thor feels himself finger the spot just beside his brow which Loki caressed so
painfully sweet. As he realizes how hard he is under the waterss damping surface Thor claws both
his hands into each other right before his mouth. He bites into his knuckles to scare the memories
and all their unrightful lusts away! AWAY! But they remain inside him, in his bones and veins
and muscles. Torturing him. How could he enjoy something this wrong? How can he enjoy
remembering it? And how could Loki? Tears blur Thors vision as he thinks of what happened
next. How could he possibly ENJOY it? It was NOT WHAT THEY DO. No. It was strange and
wrong. It was not what they do.
Thor didn't really want to. It was a mere instinct. An instinct, nothing else! That made him thrust
inside. It shouldn't scare him that he did but that Loki lured him to. But all he feels is terror that
doesn't care what to refer to. And a vicious lust curving his flesh hidden beneath the water.
So he wanted more then. Needed it. And would take it. With a strong movement he slid both his
hands behind Lokis back smearing all through his own come. Lokis legs gave in, no longer kept
in place round Thors waist and no longer strong enough to cling to it. Thor caught Loki when he
sank away and placed him on the ground. And then, long gone in a new fever, he crawled upon
his little brother to cover him with all his mighty size.
Loki'd pulled him in for another kiss. But exhausted as he was he didn't have enough force to feed
Thors hunger. So Thor just sucked Lokis lazy tongue in with a pace and strength he'd usually use
in Lokis lap whenever he was greedy. As he found thrusting between Lokis buttocks was kind of
too easy, too smooth now that his cleft soaked wet from Thors come he growled unsatisfied and
angry, clawed into his brothers hips to keep them from getting moved by his own, forcing more
friction from them. And Loki, tongue stretched and caught in Thors sucking mouth, panted loud and higher, higher sounds, didn't he? Suddenly clinging to his brothers neck Loki grew hard
against Thors stomach once more, didn't he? And his spine reared up. And his legs crossed tight
behind Thors back again. And then the angle changed. Thor didn't intend to. Thor didn't mean to
bury his proud iron length in him. There'd just been suddenly that tiniest entrance. And he was
greedy enough to force every door open now.
So with one violent thrust Thor ripped Loki open.
At the mere thought of it he closes his eyes and whines. His hands wander down through the
water to find his throbbing length caressed but too slightly by the pools burning waves. And his
grasp closes around himself, around that cursed weapon of his. To squeeze the wrong lust out of
it. To rip it off if needed! But not to remember … not to desperately try to imitate that feeling. No
…
His fingers press down without mercy. Tight. Tighter. Tighter. And Thor moans into the lonely
night.
He forgot his name once he entered that place. Clenching around him this impossibly tight the
prince who feared becoming king felt what he hadn't felt in a too long time; safe. If any sound
burst out of his brother then Thor wouldn't have ever noticed. His heart skipped a thousand beats
and his vision whited away and his ears rang with deafness. And he came like an eruption.
He didn't slide out again. He wouldn't have if the world depended on it. For his world depended
on it. All Thor knew from now on was that all his lifes meaning was to get inside. To get deeper.
The frost was biting and scratching his skin. But he'd found a door to escape. A room burning his
fears away. And he needed to just completely get inside that room. Freezing and sweating the
golden prince of Asgard lost himself in a monstrous flush, lost himself in his very brothers body.
Suddenly - Nine, when did that happen? - as he wildly bucks his hips into his own grasp, the
absurd terror of releasing into the pool makes Thor jump up. The silly thought of it being too small
to take what he'll be giving soon races through his mind. He feels that explosive mass typical to
him rumble in the back of his lap ready to flood the world. So as he stands, the water reaching
over his knees but not high enough to cover his fists madly pumping his long, thick self, Thor
roars in lust and whimpers in shame. But as much as he should hate himself for it … he can't stop
loving to remember all these terrible, terribly delicious wrongs. His body has always been stronger
than his mind.
One fevered glance down makes him realize just how much flesh he is; both his grand fists
squeezing so tight aren't even enough to cover all his length. Every further thrust followed by a
groan he tries to imagine how he'd shoved all this flesh into Loki. And all that flooded from it.
Brother. I'm sorry, brother.
As he comes his hips won't stop spasming, he shoots that ocean of lust slashing from his flesh out
into the hot spring in recurring blows. He can't stop panting. He can't. Not even as he weakens
into a peaceful rest within his hands. He can't stop panting til he sobs as he stares down into the
water and the great, white puddle reaming down the surface. So much. And this is just what
remained him after he came so many times earlier today. So many times. With all his size and
force.
Closing his eyes a sudden vision flashes back into him with a violent clearness; there's Loki
beneath him, his eyes shut, his cheeks flushed and his mouth wide open. Dark hair clings wet to
his temples and his throat glistens with sweat. That bared chest is so very, very white. And the
moans, oh these moans! Are they stricken with bliss … or with gruesome pain?Thor doesn't remember now how often he'd raced himself to brim over in Loki. Two times he fell
asleep just to thrust even harder when he woke up again. There was that voice in the distance,
someones echoing cries growing louder and higher around him. Loki must have come time and
again. Now and then Thor noticed at the edge of his consciousness that something hot splashed
against his stomach. Then there were sobs. And when somewhen there was nothing Thor slowly
regained his senses.
Why did you make me do this to you?
Thors knees give in and splash back into the pool once more as he bursts out into bitter tears of
regret. Oh, lately he hasn't been the big brother Loki would have needed! He should have seen his
brothers confusion, his madness! Signs of it must have been there even before Thor turned to him
with his own silly problems. But he was too busy with himself to see through Loki ... who would
have needed his advice and guidance urgently as it seems.
He must have known it. This didn't just happen. Loki must have wanted it for some time now.
Didn't he starve Thor whilst keeping away from him for weeks? Didn't he make him angry to
even feed his temper? And didn't he lure him then with the simplest and most arousing way to
seduce? Didn't he beg? Loki never begs. And Loki doesn't ever let anything just happen in his
life. He always knew how hard it is for Thor to keep himself in control. In every way. Loki knew.
Somewhen he must have gotten wrong what they do. Somehow it must have raised a perverted
need within him, possibly sleeping there ever since. Like an illness. Something must have made
him cross the line. For there's a clear line between what they do and what they did today. Yes.
There is. To Thor there is a difference (though he couldn't put a finger on it). Instead of helping
his brother, though, he let himself be manipulated into supporting Lokis insanity. And he didn't
notice. Too heavy his fear of the throne and the urge to distract himself from it weighed upon him.
He couldn't see anything else. He, bound to be king, and not only a king but one to rule the
greatest of worlds, shouldn't have ever been that WEAK!
Later on the mountain he found himself weary and limp but still buried deep inside his brother.
His hands and feet were brutally cold and stinging as he tried to move them; all around had fallen
into the darkness of night. And he found Loki pale like ashes beneath himself, trembling from tip
to toe, teeth chattering.
A sudden shock of remorse made Thor cry and cry the bitterest tears he'd ever shed. Cupping his
little brothers face in his trembling palms he couldn't stop blubbering out how sorry he was and
almost suffocated for at least three times. He hadn't even seen the blood then. Loki wasn't asleep.
But he fiercely refused to look into Thors pitiful eyes. He just stared up into nothing. Whenever
Thor wanted to carefully shift Lokis head to meet his gaze he found his brother press his lids and
lips tightly together and frown. No word would leave his mouth. Not a single word.
Thor stumbled around like blind in his tears then, gathering Lokis clothes and his own. He dressed
his brother ever so carefully as he lay silently on the ground. But as gentle as Thor tried to be he
couldn't keep Loki from aching: He gave shouts twisted with worst pain. He slugged down his
whines. Then he rolled onto his side and curled into a ball. And Thor crouched beside him and
sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.
They stayed like that for what felt like eternities; it must have been at least two hours. Thor'd fallen
into a bewildered silence by now. Then he noticed a movement beside him and his head stirred up
in alarm. Loki tried to get to his feet. Thor rushed to support his abused brother and he did well.
But immediately his eyes filled with tears again and he found himself unable to keep from
whimpering endless apologies. When Loki finally, finally stood he didn't look at him still.
"STOP bawling", he shouted unnerved. And Thor jerked at the sharp hoarseness of Lokis voice. "I can't STAND it anymore! No one's the actual piss blaming you! I wanted it. I got it. End of the
story."
And then; silence. Thor just stared. Stared at how Lokis face swam away in the veil of his useless
tears. And he understood what he would never have wanted to understand.
"Take me home", Loki plainly added. And Thor didn't dare but obey.
I'll make it alright, brother dear, the future king of Asgard swears to himself cowering in the hot
spring, in the clouds of damp, in his great feeling of guilt. Now that I finally see what evil haunts
you I'll save you from it. And if it's the last thing I do; I will help you.