[ Thor wants so badly to bury himself in the heart of these woods, to forgo kingship for the sake of his love, to take in selfishness what he has been denied for so long. The pain of it, the pain of a broken heart has been more than he knows how to bear. Yet Loki will not have him, that he is not a king crowned and wise and glorious, and in Thor's heart he knows it must be so, that the domain of summer is bound within him, and withers without him. Does he not know it? Did he not give his own children for mankind's need?
But here he will have solace and sweetness, for a time; here he and Loki will find one another out of the wind, out of the storm, until necessity recalls them to the heart of their joined kingdoms.
He caresses the ruins of his own name, then caresses Loki's beautiful, ruined face, the gaunt hollowness of his features, the tears cold upon his cheeks. He kisses them so that they melt to the warmth of his own lips. He rolls them over again, urges Loki down to his back in the warm embrace of sheets and furs, and reaches for fragrant oil. ]
Spread your legs, sweet one. [ he whispers, his voice a wrench of longing.
A quick slick of his cock is all he desires. His fingers press between Loki's legs and open him insistently, slipping within the beloved cleft of his body, the eager yielding. ]
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But here he will have solace and sweetness, for a time; here he and Loki will find one another out of the wind, out of the storm, until necessity recalls them to the heart of their joined kingdoms.
He caresses the ruins of his own name, then caresses Loki's beautiful, ruined face, the gaunt hollowness of his features, the tears cold upon his cheeks. He kisses them so that they melt to the warmth of his own lips. He rolls them over again, urges Loki down to his back in the warm embrace of sheets and furs, and reaches for fragrant oil. ]
Spread your legs, sweet one. [ he whispers, his voice a wrench of longing.
A quick slick of his cock is all he desires. His fingers press between Loki's legs and open him insistently, slipping within the beloved cleft of his body, the eager yielding. ]