Royal Loki

Loki’s breath trembles and he berates himself that he can’t stop tears from slipping out of his eyes. Even blindfolded he knows Thor is smiling, he feels them wiped away from his cheeks and hear’s Thor’s lips part to lick them up. His hands are bound or he’d put a stop to this. He would. Probably. He isn’t sure. This is too much for him, to sit astride Thor’s lap, just stroked and petted like some valued thing. 

Thor’s fingers dig into the muscle of his back and he moans at it, tension leaving him under Thor’s ruthless and loving command. “Let go.”

Loki shakes his head. “Just fuck me already.”

Thor laughs through his nose and presses a kiss to Loki’s collarbone. “No. We’re doing this until you understand, Loki. You’re not just a hole for me to sink my cock into.”

More tears slip free of Loki’s eyes but he makes no noise. He can’t see anything so he feels everything, every time Thor breathes, every twitch in Thor’s thighs. Mostly he just feels the heavy weight of Thor’s hands on him. Touching him everywhere, worshiping him like he earned his title as a god in some benevolent way. Like Loki has never hurt him, never betrayed him. 

Thor needs this, obviously, needs to hold Loki and give him soft touches. Loki relaxes and sighs when Thor kisses up the column of his neck. If it’s a matter of Thor’s need, then Loki can take it.