The Problem With Spells

Part 2 of 2

Chapter 2: Let's See How You Like It!

Title: Let's See How You Like It!
Pairing: ThorLoki
Rating/Warnings: M-rated for, let's just face it, SEX. Dog ears!Thor (Incest if you don't know the actual storyline of the comics…haha)
Summary: (Sequel to "The Problem with Spells") Thor won't stop teasing Loki about his…mishap. Our favorite Prince of Mischief discovers how to make him shut up about it.

–Movie verse-

"Why must you run from me so, brother?" Thor followed a quickly retreating Loki, a grin plastered on his stubbled face. "It was mere jest!"

Loki spun on his heel, making Thor bump into his chest as he froze in his tracks. "Mere jest does not condone you spreading that…that particular memory amongst your friends!" His normally pale face was bright crimson, a scowl ruining his features.

The two gods were standing alone in one of the many hallways leading away from the dining area, sounds of fighting echoing from the training arena to their right. Fading sunlight streamed through the wide glassless windows as the sun slowly sank beyond the BiFrost. Thor cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his head as his grin faded slightly. The two brothers had just returned from the company of the Warriors Three and Sif, Thor hinting several times at Loki's magical mishap, not giving explicit details, but enough to hint at the embarrassment of the situation. Sif had stared back and forth between them for several minutes, and Loki had shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. The trickster knew she could sense something; all females just seemed to know with those sorts of things. Luckily, the rest of the warriors didn't seem to notice or really care, despite Thor's constant hints and grins in his brother's direction. Loki had continued to skirt around the subject, trying to bring up anything to get away from that particular topic, until he could stand it no more, standing and leaving the room abruptly. Thor followed swiftly, trying to convince his younger brother to stay.

"They suspect nothing, dear brother!" Thor laughed, clapping Loki soundly on the shoulder and the younger god's knees buckled slightly under the weight.

"Sif seemed keenly interested!" He brushed off his brother's massive hand, glaring and turning to leave again. "You are such an oaf!"

Thor reached out, capturing Loki's thin, leather clad wrist and spinning him around, his blue eyes wide and apologetic. "Loki…I am sorry, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable around our friends…"

"Your friends…" Loki sighed and corrected as he was pulled to face his brother once more, a little more force exuded on the thunder god's side this time.

Thor frowned slightly, tilting the raven haired sorcerer's face upward to meet his, leaning in close, his armored arm wrapping around the thin waist that stood petrified beneath him. Loki's eyes grew wide, his face lighting up with a crimson blush as Thor's stubbled jaw scratched against his clean shaved face, lips connecting for just a brief moment before Loki pushed with all his might, managing to move Thor just an inch away. The trickster silently cursed his brother's mountainous form and curled his hands into fists, practically spitting with rage.

"Thor! Contain yourself! Don't touch me in such a way! There could be eyes anywhere. People would whisper louder than they already are!"

The lust was evident in Thor's eyes and he chuckled, crossing his arms. "Now, don't fret little kitten. Our business is our own. How about you summon those fetching ears and tail and I can relax you?"

Loki sputtered, stepping back again as Thor advanced, anger rising within him like magma, threatening to erupt with each passing second of Thor's teasing.