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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_(Movies), Thor_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Adolescent_Sexuality, Thor_becoming_a_storm_god,
      Thunderstorms_turn_me_on, Masturbation, Frottage, Pre-Thor_(2011), Plot
      What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Maybe_a_hint_of_an_idea_of_a_seed_of_a_plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-21 Words: 1986
****** Heed the Storm's Call ******
by darklittlestories
Summary
     Thor, feeling the tug toward manhood, especially when the weather
     turned just so, had tentatively suggested that Loki might leave their
     shared rooms if he wished, and his little brother's eyes had gone
     wide and wet and he had refused.
     Vehemently.
Notes
     There was a storm. So I had to rain Thorki down upon my little world
     as the sky flashed and water spattered and the electricity flickered
     beautifully.
See the end of the work for more notes
Fine silken drapes flew into Thor's room, writhing and thrashing in the air.
The scent was carried too—the thick, heady ozone of the coming storm. Thor
sucked in a sharp breath through his nose. This was a stirring perfume,
promising a heavy, cleansing rain.
 
He could not remember a time when he hadn't felt the violent weather through to
his bones, marrow deep. 
 
But in the past year, when the sky opened up, the scent and shiver called to
his tender flesh as well as resonating with his bones. Now his cock grew thick
and he approached the balcony, his pulse quickening.
 
He glanced back at Loki, who looked small and precious curled in upon himself
in the bed they yet shared. He had stolen the bedding and tucked himself into
an impenetrable cocoon even before Thor had woken. Loki breathed slow and even,
his face slack and sweet.
 
Thor felt acutely the gulf that had begun to creep between them, however close
the brothers remained. He could feel himself changing, his body filling and
expanding and with it a strange new sense of self. 
 
But his young brother seemed yet to burst toward adulthood. Thor's heart glowed
with affection at the boy Loki was, snuggled and half buried in his sleep.
 
Thor, feeling the tug toward manhood, especially when the weather turned just
so, had tentatively suggested that Loki might leave their shared rooms if he
wished, and his little brother's eyes had gone wide and wet and he had
refused. 
 
Vehemently.
 
And so they existed in strange orbits around each other. Thor moved farther
from Loki in the shared bed on those nights his body stole his sleep and his
prick urged him toward release. 
 
Loki invariably slipped closer to Thor. Unconscious, he clung to Thor and
nuzzled into him in perfect contentment. Thor would lie stone-still and wait
for the aching want to abate, or he would steal away to the baths to bring
himself off.
 
Now Thor walked away from Loki and moved out onto the balcony. The thicker
velvet drapes were flapping about now too as the gusts grew stronger. Thor was
nude to the waist with his small-clothes hanging from his hips. Cool, plump
rain drops began to pepper his exposed skin. 
 
His nipples pebbled in the chill and he let his head fall back, mouth parted.
He tasted rich minerals when the droplets hit his tongue, and groaned softly.
He palmed his erection and pinched his bottom lip between his teeth to quiet
himself. 
 
A vigorous breeze tore into the room, giving flight to Thor's hair. He opened
his pants and drew out his aching cock.
 
-----
 
Loki's eyes were slits and the fine muscles of his eyelids were strained from
maintaining the illusion that they were closed.
 
He watched as Thor's hair wreathed his head like a living, seething crown, the
shadows on Thor like a caress. 
 
He cursed to himself that he could only see his brother from behind, though the
silhouette was breathtaking when a flash of soundless lightning lit the outside
blinding white:
 
Thor, standing in the open door, head tossed back in pleasure and the shape of
those shoulders that seemed to to Loki to grow broader each day.
 
He was elemental, a mountain soaking in the storm. Unmovable and eternal.
 
Loki's eyes widened, his pupils hungry black holes in the dark, following every
contraction in his brother's dark form as Thor began to move his arms.
 
Satisfied Thor was unaware of his not-sleeping brother, Loki reached into his
clothing and tugged lightly on his stiff prick.
 
His imagination supplied the details he could not see. Thor's left hand cupping
his balls. They'd be heavy, Loki thought. Full and weighty in Thor's hand. The
right hand was obvious and its workings quite visible. The biceps and deltoids
bunching into globes as they flexed then sliding into leaner shapes as they
relaxed. Thor pumped himself languidly, and Loki conjured the picture of Thor's
fist slipping over his cock, easing the delicate foreskin and thumbing at the
exposed head. 
 
Was he wet? Did his erection leak as if weeping for touch the way Loki's own
did? Loki was so wet with his own slick, his fingers slid as they danced
lightly over his length, unwilling to rush to climax.
 
-----
 
The rain was a torrent now, and Thor was transported in bliss. The ecstasy of
the storm rushed into him, ran over him and he was wracked with pleasure. He
stroked himself steadily as rivulets of water heated at contact on his skin
then dripped down the subtle ridges of his abdomen. 
 
All sense was abandoned save the awareness of the storm. Thor felt he was part
of a whole with the rain and driving wind. His skin was alive and tingling with
want. He knew the dense clouds above bore the churning seeds of thunder but the
full power of the storm was still kept from him.
 
He yearned with his whole being for the sharp crack and pounding bass of a
thunderclap. The rain battered a cacophony against the wet stones under his
bare feet. His teeth were bared and he hissed out impatient, lustful noises
hushed beneath the relentless storm sounds.
 
His cock ached, his fist tightened. The water washed his skin and his
fingertips grew deep wrinkles so that his strokes caught and dragged his skin.
He grit his teeth and fucked helplessly into his fist.
 
 
 
-----
 
Loki whimpered freely as the tension of the storm swelled toward its peak. His
fingers slipped and squeezed as he teased his cock toward completion, reaching
for it, chasing it.
 
His eyes wild, he stared at his gorgeous, primal brother, this Lord of Storm.
The tempest in Loki's heart thrummed along with the mounting passion of the
storm, his cock and chest rocked in a steady, quaking beat.
 
And then a perfect streak of lightning split the sky with a great, sharp
strike.
 
A profound silence followed and in that moment Thor heard a quiet gasp behind
him.
 
He whipped around, heart racing at being caught and was stunned by the sight
before him.
 
Loki's hand had retreated from inside his flimsy clothing, but the evidence of
his arousal was quite plain. His hair was tousled from sleep and the damp was
causing it to twist into its natural curls. It was dark, but Thor could see
well the image Loki made. The craven, pleasure-drunk daze he exuded was both
unmistakable and irresistible.
 
Thor's mind tilted and spun. He was shocked mute and frozen in place.
 
The noises of the storm retreated, and the room seemed only to contain the
heavy, panting breaths of both brothers.
 
 
-----
 
The energy between them was palpable. Loki felt there was a solid, physical
tension between them. A coin on end that could flip one of two ways. And Loki
never could resist tampering with chance. 
 
So he killed the silence.
 
"Brother," he breathed, extending his hand toward Thor. "Brother, come here,
come closer. Thor..." Hiss voice dropped to just a hint of a whisper, "I need
you."
 
 
 
-----
 
Thor broke. He shattered into pieces, and Loki's confession pulled what was
left of Thor toward his brother as if he rode on the wind itself.
 
Another thunderclap and the sky was fire and water at once and Loki was all of
this and more. He had called out to his brother and Thor would come. 
 
Would always follow.
 
When they were close enough to touch, the air between them was a living
electric thing. 
 
Loki broke the tension again, reaching a hesitant hand to Thor's cheek. His
touch was at once a balm and an incendiary. Thor was engulfed in desire
threaded through with tender affection.
 
He ignored the insistent pulse of his cock and lay his hand on Loki's neck,
cradling the base of the skull with familiarity that begged a question. 
 
In reply, Loki mirrored the gesture, then tilted his head and moved in to place
a lingering kiss on Thor's lips. It would have been chaste but for its
unhurried deliberation. Loki held his sweet lips against Thor's for long
moments and then parted only enough to take in a breath. His lips hovered so
close Thor could feel the warmth of them, could taste the heat of Loki's
breath. They drew out the intimacy for long minutes, sharing air between them
and stroking curious, worshipful fingers against jaws, cheekbones, temples,
throats.
 
The forgotten storm raged and warred in the sky beyond, but between the two
princes a small, exclusive world was being forged. Loki's tongue glided at last
along Thor's lips and he opened eagerly. They swiped and nipped and licked into
each other. Thor loosed a moan of strong atavistic need, and Loki pressed his
lithe body against Thor's.
 
Breathing heavily, Thor spoke into Loki's mouth, "Silvertongue." 
 
Loki pressed his lips lightly against Thor's ear and purred, "Thunderer."
 
--------
 
Loki was trying to drink Thor down whole. He wanted to devour his brother, and
the desire he'd harbored for months was a starving beast suddenly loosed. And
it was ravenous. 
 
He sucked blissfully on Thor's tongue, tested the sharpness of his brother's
teeth with his lips. He thrust and delved and plunged into Thor's open mouth,
gulping down every hot breath, every vibrating sigh and moan. Loki pushed the
clothing off of both of them and looked hungrily at Thor's cock, thrusting
upward proud and thick. Thor's eyes were fixed on Loki's erection, larger than
he'd have imagined and so blood-hard it was almost violet.
 
Loki walked Thor backward to their bed and pushed him gently to sit at the
edge. When Loki fit himself onto Thor's lap, his brother grunted and grabbed at
him. He had a fistful of Loki's hair and a soft mound of Loki's ass cupped
firmly in his hand. He kneaded Loki's ass and holding his hair in a tight grip,
took control of their frantic kissing. 
 
Loki basked in the feel of Thor's strength, making small humming noises or
hissed gasps as Thor squeezed and stroked his ass. He could move enough to push
down, fitting his hips over Thor's so that Thor's cock was nestled in the cleft
of Loki's ass and the tip butted up gently against Loki's balls. Loki's cock
was trapped low against Thor's abdomen, and his fluid eased the way to grind
sinuously against Thor.
 
--------
 
Thor was beyond coherence, so filled with Loki's presence upon him. Loki was in
constant, liquid motion. He rippled and twisted as he ground himself onto
Thor's lap, rutting against his belly as he squeezed and shifted his ass
against Thor's cock. Loki's head fell forward to rest against Thor's neck, one
arm pressed against Thor's breast and the other snaked around his neck to cling
to Thor.
 
It couldn't last. Their noises filled the charged air, moans becoming deeper
grunts and little begging whimpers of need. Loki sang out a long and low "Oh"
as he climaxed, thick spurts of creamy semen splashing onto Thor's body. The
sound moved through Thor like a punch to his gut and he came, roaring, wetting
the place where their bodies met with hot fluid.
 
Loki had gone limp against Thor, his eyes half shut and an understated smile
curving his lips. Thor lay him down and cleaned them cursorily with his
abandoned sleepwear. Sleep was tugging at Thor too beneath the perfect, sated
glow. Loki, for his part, was actually pliant enough to allow Thor to reclaim
the bedding. Thor wrapped them both together in the warm coverlet, then wrapped
himself around his smaller brother. Loki nuzzled drowsily against Thor, pulling
Thor's arm around him as if his brother were his property.
 
Thor chuckled and then yawned contentedly. They lay awake a short while
watching the storm flash and flicker the sky and then the patter of rain lulled
them to a deep, perfect sleep.
End Notes
     So, a tiny anecdote for your amusement:
     We have an interior doorknob in our house and I suddenly noticed that
     it has a brand name embossed on it. The brand is 'Storm Lord'. I fell
     apart in a giggle fit, insisting that they'd named the doorknob after
     Thor, then ceased to be able to breathe as I shrieked, IT'S A
     THORKNOB!!!!! OMG a Thor-knob.
     And that is why that phrase was sneaked into this story. XD
     Edit: So the original version I'd changed Lord of Storm to 'Sky' and
     my note made no sense. Blargh. I changed it back & fixed another
     mistake.
     _______________________________________________________
     As always, you may find me on Tumblr as 'darklittlestories'. This has
     caused confusion so I've added that name as a pseud here and am
     editing my posts to use that as the author. xx, story
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