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The first time Thor had to leave Asgard for an expedition, Loki can still recall, was when Thor was a hundred years old. It was almost the third month after his older brother was supposed to have presented himself — and yet, he remained as he was. Not a single scent in the air that should have rumbled Asgard to its core, Alpha - it would have called out, for that is the only possible thing that Thor would have been. His gifts were echoes of his destiny - the catastrophic thunder that courses through his muscles, the crack of lightning that swirls in his blue eyes, even the booming sound of Mjolnir when he walks through the halls of the Palace.
Yet the pebble had been thrown and it failed to make a ripple in its core. Thor remained in those echoes, but no sure voice of confirmation that he is.
So, the Allfather had commanded him to go to Alfheim, with the Queen. Alfheim contains the best healers and sorcerers but Loki believes Vanaheim would have figured out what was wrong (the word did not exactly sit well with Loki), with his brother. But at that time, he was only ninety-eight years old, way too busy learning the languages of old Vanir and Midgard - or maybe learning the runes of Elder Futhrak. Thus, Loki being himself, remained neutral to his father's decisions.
It did not directly affect him and his studies, and it was sort of freeing to not see the ever bubbly, shining - almost blinding Golden Prince of Asgard. It was... Acceptable of a change, Loki decided.
Thor left on the last week of the thirteen month and returned - almost two weeks after the following year.
He was a Beta, the healers concluded, hence the absent changes in his body - and the Allfather seemed pleased enough with findings.
A Beta meant that no ruts would cloud Thor's mind, no berserk anger or jealousy if he's strewn away from his chosen mate (and that still also does not sit well with Loki), no pheromones that would drive any Omega in such a hazy state of lust.
Nothing.
For the whole year, Thor remained as he was yet at the same time, not what Loki expected him to be, a Beta. Because even as a Beta, his fighting was still affected by Alphas like Volstagg and Fandral, who he would shrink against, almost in a minuscule action (nobody seems to take notice but Loki does - he always does).
Thor's eating habits also changed, from emptying almost fifteen trays - he seemed to be filled with just eight, still a lot, but it should not have been enough in his brother's case. Not just that, but his sleeping patterns even shifted. Back then, Thor could stay up for days - fighting and at war, but now, three days of no rest and it renders him tired.
At the back of Loki's mind, he thought - weak.
Odin was impassive and Loki is quiet, while Frigga was still as loving and all the warriors did not seem to take notice. Asgard did not freeze in time when Thor had to leave again by the third month, then the sixth - then the, unsurprisingly, ninth month. Most Asgardians seem to have believed that Thor traverses the other realms but Loki knew the truth.
Frigga and Thor would leave at the death of night, near two in the morn - not a single warrior awake in guidance. But Loki, the ever insomniac, would transform as a raven in those months, falling into the shadows and following as Thor and Frigga would trek the highest mountains and there, Odin would strike the Gungnir and transport them away to Alfheim.
He thought back then that their father refused to leave Asgard with his 'best' warrior in the hands of his Omega wife and a soon-to-be Omega prince.
He carried a tiny ounce of resentment, albeit it was blamed directly on his near presentation since he was turning a hundred. He was lashing out more often, and if the guards tend to take notice that this behaviour was heightened during the times Thor and Frigga were away, nobody dared voice it out.
An Omega prince, just another thing to add as insult to Loki being the shadow of Thor. Thor, who for a hundred years was nothing but the arrogant, foolish, and ever impulsively declared heir of Odin. Thor, who would brightly smile his way as blood splatters his tanned skin. The very same Thor who could call out thunder just by merely getting called names.
He is vain as he is greedy, and much worse, he's a Beta - one who would not be able to honor the binding that the norns had gifted Asgardians. The sacred oath of marking oneself to another half, the most primal and the oldest of all traditions in Asgard - and yet, Odin seemed to be pleased with him.
It took two years for Loki to discover that he may have been resenting with the unknown. Something that was striking his very core - mocking in him a degrading way. In those two years, Loki realized he made a mistake.
He was no Omega prince.
And though Odin may have accidentally dropped his fork in shock, Frigga's nostrils flared, and Thor who seemed to be in conflict of joy and fear - amongst other things that Loki could not pinpoint at that given time.
Because what matters is, Loki was pleased. Ecstatic, even - at the fact that he presented himself to be an Alpha. He had grown a few inches taller (which was a surprise given that he was already fairly tall). He was still as lean and lanky, but most warriors - the Betas and, Sif who was an Omega tied to Fandral, started to avoid him.
Loki also began to have stronger senses — it was deeply invigorating given his exposure to disgusting ingredients in sorcery and witchcraft and it annoyed him to the core when he would have to wait until his heat was passing through before he could add eyes or intestines to his project potions.
The other reason was because no matter how sensitive his sense of smell and feel, he could not whiff a scent from his brother - nor could he feel any energy from him.
It was... Exhausting to not even feel Thor.
His heat had come only days after his presentation, Thor had left again for a journey in Alfheim. Loki had prepared for it, locking the doors and ensuring multiple enchantments to shroud himself from the view of anyone — even Heimdall. He wanted to know how he would fare, what changes would ensue - he didn't want to create a mistake or accidentally breed a lowborn Omega in his lust-filled rut.
His evening wonder of his brother's whereabouts was cut by a dull ache in his stomach around 3 in the morning.
A painful, searing, and hellish feeling began to stir in him in mere minutes and he was woken by an imaginary painful bite in his neck. He had read of it - of course, he expected the territorial whiplash that was supposed to shut off his mind. He grimaced, his sight was blinded by the darkness - he couldn't even snap his fingers to light fire in the candles.
Fuck.
Loki grimaces, the dull ache had started to lay in his mind - one that was supposed to not be there in first presentations. The book said - the books — argh! A sharp sound of smack was heard through the room as Loki harshly hit his head in fury - blanking out in a series of images and howls in his ears. Beads of sweat rolling over his arms and pale chest.
His cock was standing in attention — seeking a scent of warmth, of - of —
An Omega.
He needs a resolve, someone to bre— no, no, no — he can't. Ruts last for days and the first ones are the worst ones. He knows he should have gotten something at the least to relieve himself - toys, is what Midgardians (extremely perverse creatures) call it - and the fact that they do not experience such cycles still render Loki in amazement of how they could invent such things.
His brain was falling into an abyss and his cock was starting to win in the battle of wits. The locked doors, the utter privacy - no one would dare come in fear of what an Alpha can do — an Alpha trickster is an even worse combination.
He could - he knows he can. He has freedom.
No one would know.
Loki groaned as he lifted himself up from the bed, seeing the faint green glow of his runes that blocked all powers and influence of the other sorcerers outside.
This is his little pocket dimension.
One where he can fit in all his depraved desires, one that no one will ever, ever even find out.
He snapped his fingers — seeing the bright, golden glow before him. His brain was now fried and beyond reason, his own desires just talking as he saunters over to the forming clone - the blond hair, the blurry face, the taut muscles, and the beautiful tanned skin.
It should have shamed him in his normal state - for his desire to just spun out a blurred illusion of his kin. He was only a hundred years old - and the illusions were weak, barely enough to create a real copy.
"Loki—"
The illusion whispered and he groaned at how similar the tone - the voice was. His insanity had toppled over and he could no longer care as his seidr binded the illusion towards him, the tan hands ghosting over Loki's naked form, his fingers dancing on Loki's hard cock. Just the thought of it was enough to send Loki over the edge but he was greedy — for all things in the world, and much more for the rarest jewel of all.
"Thor."
He whispered, a part of him snapped in shame of his desire - but his lust filled head was far too gone. Thor was just so warm that even in illusions, Loki can feel his heat in his lips - the desire still unspoken in his heart.
Thor wouldn't know.
He'd never know that he was the reason Loki managed his first rut. He wouldn't know that Loki pretended that his tan hands were around his swollen cock, that Loki's mind was screaming with thoughts to take Thor as his - imagining how Thor would have smelled if he was an Omega — how much would Thor be begging inside this small room in Asgard — his voice, his scent, his hole - all for Loki's taking.
Thor can't know.
•••
For years, their distance had began to increase. Thor's expeditions to Alfheim had increased. From every three months to two - then one. Loki's own cycles had began to take toll on him, the shame would pelt at him whenever he sees his golden brother in the Bifrost - returning from other expeditions.
There must've been hatred in the fact that Thor was a Beta and he, an Alpha - for Thor had also began to go his way in avoiding him, barely glancing in his eyes. The walls between them thickened, much like the desires of Loki for his brother - but it was utterly hopeless. Thor would not long for him the way Loki does.
His older brother's mind had been wrapped in ruling over Asgard. A mate would probably be in the least of his mind - and he may have entertained fellow Betas in his own journeys (that thought often resides in Loki's mind whenever he tries to unburden himself of the guilt as Thor's illusion lays beside him - asleep and spent. Necessity had always been a great teacher and he mastered illusions just mere months of suffering in taking his cock with his hands.)
Thor's expeditions began to lengthen. From returning every month to every three months, as if he was no longer living in Asgard. Loki had began to feel less ashamed of his desires. Thor was no longer present, he was only missing his brother - his mind would decide whenever his seidr heightens in creating an illusion of Thor beneath him.
He's just missing his imaginary scent of rain and thunder — Loki's mind would argue, as he hears the illusion whimper underneath him - a sound that grounds him back to reality for Thor would never make such sound. The feeling of those toys were not enough - and Loki had to take various potions just to fucking lessen his violent ruts. He's just missing Thor - that's why he would create blonde-haired illusions that were enhanced by potions so Loki could touch them, and when his mind was slowly circuiting back to his senses, the illusions would fade - leaving a dull ache in Loki's length - his fists against the white sheets.
And for years, it seems to work - but Loki knows that sooner or later, even he would tire of it.
•••
"Mother - please — don't leave..."
His voice was too weak - and he winced in disgust, feeling ashamed of how such a voice can be paired with his build. Thor was slumped over the bed, tears in his eyes as another wave of pain hits near his stomach. He whines, nothing that he had taken gave any effect.
His backside was clenching, hoping to be filled. The Omega in him was clawing, gnawing - and it hurts. It hurts. Norns, it's painful.
Frigga was standing nervously, a few feet away for Thor's pheromones was all over the place. He should have been able to think now - but he still couldn't. It's been weeks of trying different suppressants and blockers, teas and jasmine, runic spells and rituals — none worked.
Thor was still hunched in the bed, crying in pain at the discomfort and emptiness. The scent of vanilla and his own scents and the mell of petrichor did not provide any solace. He was sobbing, unable to stop himself from bawling at the pain that was striking him - the Omega in him was howling in pain, begging for its Alpha — but Thor can't get to him.
No. He couldn't possibly even think that his Alpha would want him.
For years, the suppressants had worked. They had blocked his scent away, the fairies had explained that he would need to replenish the markings and magic every three months so that the scent would be in a weakened state and the fairies can harness the magic as his release. Because of that, Thor's heat became almost non-existent, manageable, and passable for a Beta.
For years, he had lived as Beta - pretending that he wasn't feeling anything whenever someone pins him down to the ground when he spars or that he wasn't feeling small whenever Sif gets too overprotective over Hogun and Fandral and most of all — He had lived as Beta who pretended that Loki's presentation as an Alpha did not have an effect on him.
That upon Loki's presentation, Thor's insides had shaken, crumbled at just the thought and the Omega inside him howled in desire and calling - fortunately (unfortunately, really - Thor's lust crazed mind filled images of Loki just taking him whenever he pleased to) was greatly hidden beneath layers of suppressants and scent blockers.
The sudden break of that layer had caused Thor to immediately run to Alfheim in fear that his secret would be discovered. And now - now, he's stuck in a warm and slick-filled bed, smelling of honey and rain, crying in pain while his powers were greatly and desperately contained inside a small dome - allowing him to freely cry out without causing wildfires and destruction. The fairies and his seers couldn't find a single solution for his unending heat, thinking that maybe they could just wait it out.
But Thor knows the solution.
Inside him, he knows.
He knows the reason why his body was rejecting the suppressants, why his own body was trapped in weeks of heat at just mere exposure to his brother. Thor knows that no matter what runic spell Eir and his mother tries on him, he would remain gasping and begging - an Omega in lust filled heat.
He knows that his own body was seeking into his brother's Alpha knot.
He can still remember when Loki had presented — Thor's Omega body had known it hours before Loki had made an announcement. The sudden shift in Loki's stance, he stood taller, glares sharper. His scent was stronger - sending calming pheromones in Thor's way as Thor pretended to eat his breakfast without a care in the world.
Thor remembered Loki's scent. Wintergreens, leather, and a hint of mint - a playful addition to the two intimidating scents he carries. He tried to not notice how Loki seemed taller in those years ago - or how long his fingers are and how perfect would it be inside him.
He groans, hiding his reddened face on the white sheets, the imagination is providing a miniscule comfort. He didn't get to hear the doors shut close, but he did feel a heavy air of lust stirring in him.
Would this be his death?
He wonders. His death was no glory, no battle — his death is a pitfiul and disgusting end of an Omega who wishes to take his brother for a mate.
It must be the reason why Allfather had decided for Thor to remain in Alfheim until they find a more permanent solution to the predicament. He could not bear the idea that everyone would find out the firstborn is an Omega - and that - much worse, Thor desires Loki — his brother, his kin - to be his Alpha.
It would be a scandal - a talk of the ages, and it would befall their name as Gods and princes. Thor looked towards the door, where there was no shadow or form of anyone. His mother may have gone somewhere to find a solution and would not be back for days.
Thor may have perished by then.
And the desire was all Thor can hold unto. In this small room, smelling of all the roses and the rain - no one will know who Thor was imagining. They wouldn't think that the wintergreens that are growing from Thor's magic was tied to his brother.
No one will know.
Not even Loki. Thor whimpered as he thought of him. He thought of Loki's sharp eyes, the way those green emerald shone perfectly against the dark obsidian locks. He remembers how Loki mirrors the evenings - calm, mysterious - and dangerous. A lot had always said that Thor is the threat, the ever powerful with his thunder gift but in truth, it was Loki.
His embrace is poison as his kiss is a deadly blade — yet, Thor desires him all the same. He desire those sharp teeth sinking into his neck as Loki claims him - those perfect hips splitting him in half making Thor see the stars and blinding white. His knot - god, his knot was all Thor needs to get him to think — only just for a second.
Thor gasped at the thought, jerking forward and unable to continue on - his muscles weakening, too exhausted to move. His skin was buzzing, the lightning and rain outside dissipating as Thor was reduced into a crying mess once again. Nothing more he can do but mourn at something he could never gain.
He needs his Alpha.
But he knows he'll never have him in such a way. How could Loki even entertain such idea - it would be degrading for their stations, too forbidden to even consider and Thor knows — Loki would not hesitate to use it against him.
And even then, Thor's core shuddered in pleasure at the idea of Loki against him, teasing and mocking - his words of degradation that makes Thor feel little, small — an Omega.
"Loki - Alpha..."
He mewls out, a whisper in shame and fear that Frigga would hear it.
•••
It was almost a week before Loki managed to take control of his brain, still suffering in his rut that seemed to be clawing his insides even more painfully as of late. He knows he would need something to fixate himself on while he couldn't have his brother as his mate, something to reset himself — but while he can still control himself, he sees that hateful future as his last resort (even the Alpha in him stood in disgust at the thought of seeking a mate not his Thor.). He grimaced at the possessive mention his brother. He doesn't own Thor — can't own him, he shouldn't be entertaining such impossible ideas now that he had gotten hold of himself.
He had freshened up and used his spells to clean up his room — trying to ensure that not a sense of his rut would be evident. Alas, his sour mood is something he could not avoid for Thor is still absent for almost two months now — and as much as Loki hates admitting it to himself when he is back to sanity - he truly... Misses his brother. Not just his bright smiles and thunder, but his presence alone - just him existing right in the palace.
The servants narrowly avoided him with polite greetings and sideways glance at his exuding pheromones. He knows it was sending intimidating scents - one that could only be calmed down by an Omega's own pheromones if binded with him.
But no way in all nine realms would Loki take anyone else - unless it is his Beta brother who would be willing to have him. Maybe he can also trek to Alfheim under the ruse of finding Thor but also seeking a way to become a Beta — or even better yet, turn his beloved brother into an Omega. The wind was knocked out of him for a moment when an image of Thor beneath him, screaming and face red from Loki's fucking — ehem. Loki clears his throat, trying to calm himself from getting hard in the middle of the damn hallway.
Whichever his brother would have him, Loki muses — given that his suggestion would not be met with a growl of thunder and a crack of Mjolnir. Still, it would take time to gather enough courage and trickery - thus until then, the servants, unfortunately - would just have to get used to it.
He had been awake far too early for someone who had just regained his senses from a week long suffering of his rut. To anyone who is mated, this cycle must have been heaven but to those unbound, Loki expresses disdain in pain. His senses were in haywire, he can smell the farthest fruits - even the golden apples miles away in Idunn's orchard. He can hear the footsteps of servants and Asgardians outside of the palace, their breaths two rooms away from him. He can taste the coppery metal of the golden tiles, the blood in his tongue, and he can see beyond miles of the hallway.
It was overwhelming — and Loki had to close his eyes and focus on each individual. A strange scent caught in his nostrils - a scent of flowers - peonies - native from Alfheim but no smell of petrichor and rain. His mother must've returned — but no Thor.
That caused worry to cloud Loki's mind immediately - as if his very own brother's thunder was surrounding him, cloaking him from the palace. The mere thought gave him an idea and he found himself concealing his own from their mother - albeit, still fairly translucent due to his lack of expertise but his mother's anger had caused her to lose track of her senses and it was easy to sneak up on her.
Loki found her in the far east balcony where his mother was clearly in distress and Loki almost choked at the heavy air of worry surrounding her.
"I would not have you deciding this at such early age! The decision should come from Thor alone!"
Even the Allfather seemed to be in the same state, though, he had hidden it exceptionally well. Loki remained unseen, invisible from their senses and that was enough warning. If his parents are in such worry about Thor, something grave must've happened.
"He's in no state to decide for himself. You've seen how far he had been pushed by... The medication."
Loki's mind was already working towards an answer, yet his heart was refusing to soar in the thought — the fear that it might be untrue was still a lot stronger. And yet... The way Allfather had said it, medication.
"It does not provide you nor I any rights to throw someone at him at a whim! He needs something else — maybe a potion from Vanaheim will help."
"Frigga, my love. We have delayed it far too long. He needs to be knotted-" the word itself was said in a chokehold and Loki for a moment had gone deaf - his suspicions confirmed. "I have gotten a few who are in confidentiality - it would remain so until Thor wishes to meet them."
But Loki could not make out the next statements. His heart was no longer beating and he could swear that his hold on his concealment was slipping away. Thor is an Omega, he's an Omega — his mind chanted. His brother is an Omega and right now Allfather does not see him as a son - just a suffering Omega in his heat that he can throw to an Alpha so that he can regain his senses.
Loki's core stirred in further resentment — the anger was hitting him as the realisation is blinding him. The years of anger and fury he had kept bottled against Odin was not because of his presentation - but because he had kept Thor far from him. He had made Loki think that his brother was just a Beta - made him think that there was no chance in his primal desires to claim his brother and bind himself to the other. He had locked Thor away in Alfheim in shame of him as an Omega — got him away from Loki who would have claimed him as his - taboo and rules be damned.
"You're deciding to allow a stranger on our son. Your heir—"
"He's no heir of mine in such state."
How can he say such things, Loki's mind echoed, shutting his eyes in frustration. It was beyond Loki, to think how Thor was suddenly reduced into this nothingness in the words of the Allfather in comparison to when he would boast of Thor to the public and to the other diplomats.
"The sooner Thor is relieved of his state. He will be bred. There are no further things to be required of him. He will be Queen consort."
"Odin, listen to me. He's our son! Our. Son! You're letting someone, some Alpha take advantage — It would be — It would be -"
Rape.
Frigga couldn't say it out loud, Loki knows. Nor can Loki, he couldn't even imagine having that kind of idea about Thor.
Thor needs Loki — as he always does and Odin dared take him away - to some lands in Alfheim and now he has the audacity to let some filthy, disgusting Alpha lay hands on him? The faceless illusions of Loki was now becoming crystal clear in his mind's eye. The blond hair was becoming even more defined, the strands spilled across Loki's black pillows - his chiseled jaw with that light stubble beholding that beautiful red lips where the sweetest moans would come out in husky tones.
The soft blue eyes, the sharp nose — it was all solidifying in Loki's mind that no other illusions was able to fulfill. The truth is laid out before him, from his desire to the truth that there was no shame in what he feels. Brother or not, Thor belongs to him and Loki knows where to take him - where no one would find them.
It wasn't long before Loki had teleported away from the balcony and ran towards his room, seeking the old books and runes to shroud himself from Heimdall.
All he needs is to find back the place where Odin would send Thor and Frigga off, and create his own way.
Hold on, my Omega. Alpha is coming to get you.
And for once, his thought had ignited something in him. Something that had grounded him away from insanity and kept him in focus. He wasted no time in translating the Elder runes and casting his blood on the ritual. It would be easier to feel Thor if Thor can sense him as well. Loki had sat in the ritual circle, eyes glowing green as he pressed his palms together, blood spilling to his clothing.
He can feel the magic pulling him in, surrounding his skin - gluing him together yet pulling hin apart at the same time. Then, he can feel Alfheim, the warmth - the light — his Thor.
•••
Thor thinks that he had passed away. In his sleep, probably - maybe he had a heart attack from the extreme hotness his own body was feeling. No amount of touching and imaginations could compare to his true object of desire.
His desire who may have been taking multiple lovers to bed as he is an Alpha. His desire who may be in companies of Omegas who are in such experience and confidence in comparison to Thor who does nothing but hide from his true nature. A part of him tries to see the better view that Loki would have wanted him if he knew Thor was an Omega but even that would be hopeless for Thor would remain here in this bubble until his thunderstorms dissolve and his mind regains sanity.
He gasped when a strong scent of wintergreens and leather flared his nostrils - the chilling bite of mint made him shiver and for a moment, lessened the extreme heat around him. The doors opened, and Thor could have sworn that death truly had come with the staggering amount of pheromones that had strewn across the air along with his own.
It didn't take long - only a mere second before Thor registered the pale hands around him.
Loki, Thor's mind hissed - like burning fire imprinting into his soul.
He shivered in pleasure, groaning as his mind had gone flat line. He can hear Loki's voice, smell Loki's wonderful and calming scent - but he could not think. He could not even register any words.
Instead, Thor whines - uncaring of his current state as he tries (and fails miserably) to get near to Loki as close as possible. He can feel the slick in his backside, sticking to his thighs and he groaned when he hears Loki's sharp inhale and a low growl emitting from the Alpha.
"Alpha- Alpha— Ah, Alpha —"
He chanted, his head falling to Loki's neck and shuddering when his nose catches the whiff of Loki's mating gland. He moans when he hears Loki groan out Thor's name - his cold form was now around the Omega - resetting the heat to something bearable. He gasps, breathless when he feels Loki's long fingers — the one he kept imagining in his hole, grazing on his side then near his arse.
"We need to get out of here first, my Omega. Then, Alpha will take care of you. Okay?"
My Omega. Alpha.
It was too much. For years Thor had imagined those words said out loud and now that they were, he wished that he was less overwhelmed and more responsive. But Loki's scent - Thor had been so deprived of it and now that he could, Thor couldn't get enough of it.
My Omega.
"Al- Alpha. Want... Want you— please. Nooww."
He didn't realize that he was already gripping on Loki's shirt with his fists, looking up to the Alpha with teary eyes. He feared that Loki was only tricking him - that he would suddenly push Thor in disgust and say something to break his heart. Yet, he couldn't hold himself back any longer - his body was moving on its own accord, trying to bare his neck to the Alpha, shivering when he feels Loki's gaze and his arms harden arojnd Thor possessively. Thor had let out a noise when Loki's hand move to pull his chin up and he meets those green eyes again then —
Loki kissed him.
He did not expect Loki to kiss him.
He let out a strangled noise, his strength failing against him as Loki moaned into the kiss, pulling him in closer - a lot stronger in between the two of them. Thor groans when he feels Loki grab his legs and wrap them around his waist - making Thor hiss in between kisses when he feels Loki's hard length near his arse. Knot - his mind howls, and his throat was bubbling with those words as he tried to pull away and beg for it.
"Lo—" his hoarse voice was cut off with another mind blowing kiss. He held tight around Loki's neck, eyes shut close as he relishes the feeling of Loki's lips against him. He faintly hears a snap near his ears and shivers at the sudden bite of wind behind him. He pulls away from the kiss, panting and red faced as he tried to understand the sudden darkness around them.
"Alpha —"
He calls out, and his senses were heightened in the darkness. He can feel Loki's hands around him, tightening and pulling him close. Thor can vaguely hear the loud gushes of water falling from great heights. He can smell Loki's scent mixing with his own. He moans when he feels Loki move towards him, pushing him to the soft ground and once again, flicking his hands.
Faint bluish green colors appeared from above them, like small stars and Thor realized where Loki had taken them. The small nocturnal flowers native to Alfheim - peonies, were enchanted with Loki's seidr to glow faintly and it allowed Thor to admire his brother's face above him.
Brother.
It should have caused fear in Thor's bones to commit such an act with him. He was of kin, blood and flesh — and yet. Thor's mind was fully intoxicated with desire. Loki had come to him, had taken him far and away to the place where they would hide as kids talking about war and magic.
The place were Loki had practiced his runes, safe and unheard by fairies due to the harsh waterfalls just outside of them. The cave is small yet enough to fit them together, the ground still as soft as Thor remembers.
He whimpers, tears beginning to fall from his eyes as he finally settles in the thought that he's with Loki. Month - Years of endless suffering and suppression and now Loki is above him, grazing his pale hands against Thor's cheeks.
•••
Loki tried his best to control himself. The moment he had bursted through the dome that contained Thor's thunder, he knew that his dear Omega had been through a lot. He had suffered for far too long and too much without his Alpha and the last thing Thor needs is a painful first time.
He gave Thor a moment to realize where he had teleported them, and when he senses his Omega's breathing slowing down - Loki grazed his cheek and ever slowly, he kisses him again. Back in that small hut, Thor's pheromones were scattered and his very own was already too much, but in this small cave - with the waterfalls cascading just outside of them, Loki can properly savor the taste of Thor's lips.
Norns, he couldn't believe that he had spent years unable to smell the scent of his brother. It was the scent of honey - as golden as his hair, with the calming rain like his eyes, and delicious and sweet taste of strawberries like his mouth. Loki could not even grieve at how long he had spent imagining it — the reality is far beyond heaven than what he had thought.
Thor moans into the kiss when Loki hooks his legs around his waist, and towering over him. Loki took it as chance to slide his tongue into his Omega's mouth, his length hardening when he hears Thor's whimper — norns, even the sound was perfect, even better and higher than what his illusions can conjure. He gripped the side of Thor's jaw as he explores his Omega's mouth, relishing in his utter taste comparable to rain with a strike of thunder - causing a jolt of energy and pleasurable shocks in Loki's spine.
He pulls away from Thor, looking down at his brother's reddened face which had became in a faint shade of indigo due to the faint lights above them. He was panting, chest heaving just centimetres away from Loki's, with tears staining that beautiful eyes of him.
Magic had proven itself useful in Loki's hands but even in uncontrollable desire to have his Omega and knot him until Thor couldn't even think of anything else but his Alpha - Loki wanted to take him slow.
"Alpha - ah, knot - ple-ase —"
If Loki was faring a bit better, he would have teased how Thor begging was unbecoming but the Alpha in him terribly craved those very words from his Omega - and at the same time, wishes to fulfill those desires all at once.
"You'll have it, darling. I promise. Just need to get you ready—"
Thor cries out at his words and Loki flicks his hand, green lines of seidr moving around them and unbuttoning Thor's tunic - ripping through the clothing easily. He hears his brother moan at the freedom, the cold air sticking to his skin. Loki couldn't help but admire his brother - even for just a second. Surrounded by his own seidr, mouth hanged open with that sweet, sweet sound of begging - the scent of slick filling Loki's senses, as beads of sweat began to form around Thor's skin.
He greedily moves his hands towards the exposed skin of his brother, every strip and curve of muscle now belongs to him. Thor gasps when Loki growls by his neck, writhing in pleasure when Loki grazes his teeth right at the mating gland, still teasing him.
"Loki - stop, teas-ing — ah-"
Thor's next words were drowned into a harsh gasp as Loki closes his eyes and begins roughly sucking his brother's neck. The bruise forming was almost invisible due to the faint light. Loki moved across his neck, greedily inhaling that wonderful scent of his Omega as he devours every inch of skin. His left hand found Thor's own, intertwining them together while his right hand kept his Omega to the ground as the other tried to helplessly buckle his hips against Loki's own. Thor was truly a lot weaker in his state and Loki wished he had time to relish on the sudden change of control in between them.
All those years that Thor had been made to believe that he would be in control, from strength, age, to power — and yet, in mere gift of Gods in their nature, Thor is beneath Loki's mercy.
And no one else — Loki amends in himself, a promise - would see Thor like this, have Thor like this. Cracks of moans and hushed whispers of Loki's name like a broken record continued to echo as Loki nipped on Thor's neck then to near his pecs then to the sculpted abs that every Asgardian woman used to drool on and about when they were kids. A fierce fire of jealousy encased him in the memory.
"Mine." Loki whispers, his long fingers deftly moving to rip their clothes and Thor moaned at the sight of Loki's naked form above him - and much more the feeling of his length just at a mocking distance to his hole. So close, yet so near - and Thor's attempts to buckle and find friction remained hopeless as Loki managed to keep him secured beneath him.
Thor feels the wind knocked out when Loki's cold hands gripped his cock. It wasn't as impressive as his build - and Thor couldn't help but feel embarrassed but Loki's lustful gaze gave him courage to remain exposed to his brother.
"Ahm - brother — ha!"
Thor shuts his eyes in ecstasy when Loki moves his long fingers up and down his shaft, using Thor's slick as lubricant and playing with the head of his cock. Thor mewls out when Loki moves faster, panting as his brother grips him harder, his teeth grit and Thor can swear he was seeing Loki's teeth bare at him.
"Mine."
Loki says again, gripping Thor's cock with one hand and the other intertwined with Thor's. He feels Loki's nails dig into his possessively and Thor cries as another gush of slick drips from him, making his Alpha pleased at how his words were affecting Thor.
"Ah - ah, Lo - Loooki! Ah — slow -"
Loki didn't slow his movements, tugging faster and rougher at Thor's cock and kissing his neck annd shoulders, nipping at his skin as he played with his Omega's cock. Thor groans - eyes rolling to the back of his head as his orgasm hits. He hears Loki call him — MINE - and Thor whines out, baring himself open as his first ever orgasm hits him.
"Yours, yours - please, I'm so close, I'm so - Alpha — ALPHA!"
Thor screams, eyes shut and writhing as something just surges out of him, like a huge wave - relief yet exhausting. A string of clear liquid shoots out of his cock and to Loki's hands and Thor whimpers when he catches his Alpha licking them, eyes closed and humming.
"Fucking hel, my Omega. You taste so fucking good. So delicious — mhm."
Loki praises before kissing Thor harshly. He replied a second late, his mind still in shambles as he tries to come down from the high of his Alpha's touch. When Loki's cock grazes against Thor's thigh, he moans and pulls away, slick dripping and hard again.
"Loki — your cock- knot - knot, Alphaaaa —"
Thor babbled, thighs spreading out before him and slick filling the air ad Thor tried to present himself before the Alpha. Tears falling from his eyes, his golden hair was even more defined against the soft ground. His soft blue eyes, glazed with tears were now almost black due to lust. Loki had dreamed of it, created illusions of it but nothing, nothing would ever compare how Thor was mindlessly presenting himself in front of him. One hand holding his right thigh to spread himself more, his neck littered with harsh bruises while his hips have hand marks against that tan flesh.
And Loki felt every ounce of his control just ebb away in an instant.
•••
Thor didn't even know that one of Loki's hands replacing the one that was holding his thigh - nor did Thor realize that Loki had used his magic to put Thor's hands above his head, and locked his wrists with a harsh grip.
The only thing Thor immediately realize was Loki's large cock filling him up - barely even preparing him. He howled in pain, bucking his hips - trying to pull away but Loki's hand had secured him to the ground, and Thor can only sob in both pleasure and pain as his Alpha tried to move inside him. The thunderstorm outside worsened, yet remained unheard due to the waterfalls.
"Alpha — gah -"
"Shhh, it's okay my Omega —" he hears Loki whisper near his ear as Loki nips it. He moans at the feeling as Loki bottoms out and firmly inserts his whole length inside him again. Loki's hand was rubbing his thigh to his sides, trying to distract him from the pain.
"That's it, darling - you're doing so well..."
Loki praises, ending his words with a hum as Thor cries in embarrassment when he smells his scent and feels the overwhelming amount of slick trying to keep his hole open and wet for his Alpha. Loki was unmoving inside him, trying to get Thor used to the intrusion.
He looked up to Loki, seeing the dark tresses framing his sharp features. The faint lights of the flowers enhanced the dark emerald eyes of his brother and Thor couldn't even imagine how broken he must've looked in front of his Alpha - tears in his eyes, his mouth drooling from crying out.
Thor wanted to say something, he didn't want to keep his Alpha waiting but Loki dove in for another kiss, forcing in his tongue in Thor's mouth and thrusting his cock inside the loose and wet hole of the Omega. Thor's scream was muffled as Loki's rough hand kept him from pulling away from the kiss - tightly gripping his hair. Tears fell from his eyes and sparks of lightning erupted from his skin, yet Loki remained kissing him - his hands clawing Thor's sides - sharp nails digging his hips.
Thor's arms had fallen around Loki's back, blunt nails digging through the sharp shoulder blades, and the scent of blood filling the air. Loki pulled away from the kiss, leaving Thor gasping in between moans as he begins to get used to the feeling of the endowed length pulling in and out of his hole. The wet noise of his slick made Thor squirm - gasping both in arousal and chagrin. But Loki's rougg grunts was encouraging him to keep himself open, allowing the pain to subside - and soon, Thor was losing care of how messy he must've looked. With a sharp thrust, Loki hit something in him and Thor was blinded for a moment - the faint lights dominating his sight.
"AH, YES! — ALPHA -"
Something in his stomach had snapped and he howls, throwing his head back and screaming as Loki angled himself deeper into Thor, as if understanding where his Omega desires him.
"Ah — Ah, Alpha, more- harder—"
"Fuck, my Omega —"
He hears Loki curse and another low growl that made Thor quiver in pleasure, he loves being referred to as his. Claimed. Owned. Possessed by Loki — Thor whimpers at the thought and he feels Loki chuckle near his neck - his breath tickling Thor. Oh norns, what would Thor not give for his brother to just sink his teeth into his flesh?
"You loved getting called like that, hm? My Omega?"
Thor couldn't form out his words, could not even understand half of Loki's words. He nods, his voice reduced to nothing but sobs and moans with Loki's name inserted in between.
"Use your words, baby —" Thor cries out again and Loki only chuckles darkly, he would find out what ticks his beloved Omega - they have thousands of years together and Asgard be damned if it tries to take them away from each other. At that thought, Loki had gripped Thor's hips harder, and thrusted him deeper - and he saw Thor roll his eyes in pleasure.
Fuck.
That sole response was enough to ignite something akin to a beast in Loki's stomach and he had positioned himself with his knees and used his palm as support, angling his cock deeper into his Omega, his other hand remained in Thor's hip and pulling him towards his cock. Thor's hand was still clawing his back while the other was gripping his leg tightly to keep himself open for his Alpha.
"Ahn - Ah- Alpha! Ah!"
Thor tried to push back to Loki's thrust, the squelching sound of his slick against Loki's cock made him cry out in pleasure and he hears his Alpha groaning above him, helping him move to meet the hard thrusts.
The waterfalls outside were like hurricanes, the thunderstorm above them reflecting their rough and desperate lovemaking. Yet, all Loki can hear was his Omega's sweet and desperate moans, his screams paired with those perfect little pleas - asking for more and more from his Alpha.
Never had Loki think that a reality can exist where Thor would be begging for him in such way, open and unashamed of his desires to have his Alpha taking him as he pleased to. His green eyes had been hyper focused on his neck, feeling his knot swelling at the idea of claiming his brother.
It would be unfair - Loki knows, to claim Thor in such place. He wishes he can claim his brother under the stars (while making him see stars of his own because of Loki's hard fucking), but the Alpha inside him was still clawing, growling to claim the beautiful and perfect Omega beneath him.
The same Omega he had been vying for years, the one that he wishes every night to be his. If there is such retribution for wanting his brother, for claiming - Loki would be honored to encounter whatever punishment it might be, so long as he has Thor — binded to him.
The idea remained fueling inside him just like Thor's broken screams, hoarse and cracked, and oh so desperate for him. Thor cries out and begs so prettily before him. Loki regained a sense of himself back, greedy and vain - he pulls his brother's head to face him, loving how those blue eyes were glazed with tears and lust.
"Do you want me to claim you, my Omega? Want everyone to know you're fucking mine? My own brother— my mate."
Loki spoke as he got closer to his brother's neck, eyes glinting with lust and mischief as he imagined how people would react. How Odin would react upon seeing his Golden son wrapped around in Loki's arm. An idea suddenly flashed in Loki's mind, Thor filled to the brim with his knot, mixing with Thor's own slick - Loki growled at the thought. It would take, Loki knows, he can fuck his brother for eternity and get Thor to have his pups, running around Asgard. No one would dare take Thor away from him by then.
"Hahnn, Loki, please. Yes, yes, yes, yes. I'm yours, only yours —"
He can feel Thor's resolve in his very bones, feel him getting close to his peak and Thor needs Loki's knot - just to think and regain his senses — just to fucking function again.
"Alpha - Alpha, knot! Knot, please! Please!"
Loki knows he wouldn't last long with how Thor was pulling him in, his hole tightening and his hands gripping his shoulder blades. He lets out a low rumble at the thought of how Thor must've scratched his back — how desperate his Omega was of his body. He catches Thor's eyes, fresh tears coming out of him and Loki couldn't help but close the distance with another open-mouthed kiss, dominating and claiming his dear brother.
His thrusts had become unmeasured as his focus was solely on providing his Omega with pleasure. Thor's muffled screams paired with his wonderful scent of honey dancing with Loki's wintergreens is so fucking heavenly. This is what Loki had been imagining all those years, desiring all those years — and norns - fuck. He keeps kissing his brother, tasting the rain and thunder in his tongue, letting their saliva drip from the sides of their mouth.
Thor pulls away from the kiss, red faced and throws his head back in utter pleasure, screaming and writhing against Loki who ignored his Omega's hit of orgasm and instead, continued fucking his Omega - harder and rougher, ignoring Thor's helpless pleas of slowing down as bridles of his cum dirtied their stomachs
"AH! AH, ALPHA - NO, AH, I CAN'T—"
Loki can feel his knot swelling and he dove deeper, hitting his brother's prostate in every thrust. Thor's toes curled from beneath him, his head pounding as another wave of orgasm is hitting him again.
"THOR —"
"LOKI —"
The Alpha ROARED as he grips his Omega's hip, locking his knot in him and cumming deep inside him.
"LOKI, AH! IT'S SO HOT! ALPHA—"
Thor shouted, shutting his eyes close as he feels Loki's thick ropes of cum filling his insides, just in the pit of his stomach - warm, thick, and oh do perfect. Thor could have sworn the peonies had turned to stars, blinding white as Thor cums again after mere seconds of his orgasm, his messy and sticky cum coating his stomach.
Meanwhile, Loki had just finished cumming when he feels Thor tightening in him, his cock milking their stomachs and Loki groaned, his Omega's perfect hole gripping him tightly and he fucked his hole, cumming again for the second time. Oh, fuck — Loki's last thoughts as he tries to regain his senses. After mere minutes, Loki can finally balance out the noise of the waterfalls outside and the soft glow of the peonies above them. He was about to talk to Thor when he hears his brother's soft snores beneath him.
He chuckles, of course, what would he expect? It was Thor's first time and he must've been suffering for weeks now. He grazes his finger across Thor's face, relishing in the absolutely breathtaking sight of his brother. Soft, blond hair and stubble, calm and serene perfection. Loki kisses Thor's forehead, and lightly bumps his nose against Thor's mating gland, resisting a laugh when Thor only subconsciously leaned towards his lips.
Soon, my Omega, Loki thinks as he takes Thor's hand in him, hugging him close. Loki hummed a tone, and closed his eyes, finally finding rest and solace in the presence of his Omega.
His Thor.
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