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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/
      Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_(Movies), The_Avengers_(2012)
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor, Amora/Thor, Loki/Baldur
  Character:
      Thor, Loki, Amora, Tony_Stark, Steve_Rogers, Bruce_Banner, Natasha
      Romanov, Clint_Barton, Baldur, Volstagg, Fandral, Hogun
  Additional Tags:
      Slash, Violence, Cheating, Character_Death, Descriptive_Violence_against
      others, Underage_-_Freeform, Smut, King!Thor/Scholar!Sorcerer!Loki
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-01 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1816
****** One Thousand and One Nights ******
by Homemade_Starlight
Summary
     "I loved you!" Thor growled as he glared at the woman before him.
     "And you dare betray me in this way!" He added as he pulled the sword
     out of it's sheath and pointed it toward her neck.
Notes
     There is a bit of smut in this chapter. Please don't read if you
     don't like that sort of thing or skip to the next chapter. Please and
     thank you.
See the end of the work for more notes
 
 
“How could you do this?” Thor growled out brokenly looking toward his supposed
wife who sat there before him with a glare. She gave no response as she glared
headily back at him. “Well?” He ground out holding his sword out closer to her
  neck drawning blood. She swallowed heavily before she spoke the gravest of
                      words the thunderer had ever heard.
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“Get in there!” A guard growled as he shoved the young man into the bedchambers
  of their king. He yelped tripping over and falling face down onto the soft
 plush carpet. He turned back to the guard quickly before launching himself at
 the closing door only slamming into it in the process. He tried the doorknob
                     only to find out that it was locked.
                                        
 “Let me out!” He cried as he banged at the door with both his fists. “I don't
 want this!” He nearly sobbed knowing what was to happen to him. The young man
           heard a boisterous laugh from the other side of the door.
                                        
 “You will stay regardless.” The guard responded. “You may not be a woman, but
   you are quite beautiful.” He continued. “Perhaps the King will spare your
life.” He said before bursting out with another laugh. “I highly doubt it will
   be so.” He finished before all the young man on the other side could hear
                           fading footsteps leaving.
                                        
 “You can't do this to me!” He gave a quiet sob as he slammed his closed fist
 against the door. Without a moment to spare he turned around and looked about
the room looking for any secret passages as well as any way out. He was a quite
clever man after all. He had been a scholar. One of the most renowned in all of
Asgard. He'd studied magic and sorcery from a small age. A prodigy of the sort
  being able to cast the most complicated spells by his eighth winter. Though
many saw there no need for magic and believed those who practiced the art such
  as cowards only fueled his desire to reach the palace walls and become the
court sorcerer. He had made it into the palace alright though not in the day he
  had expected. The young magic user had been dragged out of his home by the
 court guards and held against his will with magic binding chains where he as
stripped of all his clothes, cleaned, redressed in nothing but a thin skirt and
 adorned with golden jewelry that made him feel heavy. Not long after that he
was thrown into the King's bedchambers where he awaited his fate. When he could
find no escape, he gave up sitting at the edge of the bed with his head in his
    hands. “How could I let this happen?” He whispered to no one other than
himself. The young sorcerer knew what was to happen to him in a matter of time.
  Ever since that fateful day of Queen Amora's infidelity to the king, young
 women, mostly virgins, from all over Asgard had been dragged from their homes
 where they had gone through the same procedures he had. Though the only thing
 he had not yet gone through they all had was being bedded by the king during
the same evening he returned to his chambers and being beheaded by him the next
 morning. The sorcerer shivered at the thought of his fate being so. He shook
the thought out of his mind as he looked out the window. There was still a long
  time till the king was to return. He was quite a clever man after all. The
sorcerer looked back down to his hands and sighed leaning back and falling onto
the soft furs of the bed. He would come up with a plan to ensure his survival.
                                      __
                                        
He had carelessly fallen asleep an hour later on the soft bed. By the time that
   he had stirred again, it was already nightfall. The young sorcerer sat up
 quickly looking to the door. He could already hear billowing, loud footsteps
   coming down the hall. No doubt in his mind that they belonged to the king
 himself. The young man watched the door with wide frightened eyes as the lock
jiggled and it cracked open letting light into the dimly lit room. The man who
  stepped into the chamber was fairly tall. A bit taller than himself and was
  incredibly handsome. With light golden hair and eyes far more blue than any
sea. He was muscled like any other warrior though still regal looking. He had a
   smile on his face though it never did reach his eyes. As the man stepped
forward and knelt before him taking his chin between his fingers. “Well aren't
you a pretty little thing.” He rumbled with a chuckle looking over the younger
  man. The young man albeit blushed despite his situation. “I heard that they
  were running out of young women to bring to me, but I had no idea that they
  would dare bring a boy to me regardless how beautiful.” He finished with a
 feral smirk. He stood up once more before taking the man by the shoulders and
pushed him onto his back gruffly before straddling him. "I am King Thor Odinson
of Asgard." He spoke. “Tell me your name.” He growled after leaning in close to
               the younger before nipping at his neck playfully.
                                        
 The young man watched the king who he was certain had no intentions of being
 gentle with him. He took in a deep breath swallowing heavily before replying.
“My name is, Loki.” He whispered as he hoped he could let his plan ensue soon.
                                      __
                                        
The bedchamber was no sooner filled with the moans and pants that spilled from
 Loki's lips. The young scholar laid on his back in the middle of the bed with
 the thunderer king hovering over him. While Thor only had a pair of trousers,
 Loki had been completely stripped of his jewelry along with his skirt and had
his legs spread wide whilst the man worked him open. He hadn't expected him to
 treat him so carefully. Perhaps it was the fact that he would be beheaded the
next day. "I've never seen such a beautiful man before." The king purred as he
slipped his fingers free from the body below him and wiping them on the furs of
  the bed. Loki soon keened as he was flipped over onto his stomach roughly.
                                        
  "Y-you said that you n-never have bedded with a man." He panted as the king
 reached to the bedside table for the flask of oil. The oil that had been used
    to prepare his entrance. "How are y-you so skilled in this matter?" He
  stammered looking back toward the king. The king simply smirked down at the
scholar as he continued to undo the ties on his trousers before finally freeing
                     his hardened cock from it's confines.
                                        
  "I said that I have never seen such a beautiful man before, dear Loki." He
  chuckled as he poured some oil into the palm of his hand coating his erect
 length in it. "I never said that I hadn't bedded one." He continued on as he
moved forward and spread the scholar's legs open once more propping his hips up
 with a pillow before guiding his prick to rub against Loki's entrance causing
the young man to tremble and gasp. The king let out a loud groan as he pressed
into the deliciously tight heat. "How would you know that much?" He inquired in
a retort as he pressed in all the way to the hilt stopping to give the younger
man a bit of time to adjust. "I thought you were a virgin." He ground out as he
                              began his thrusts.
                                        
 Loki let out a strangled moan as he clenched his fists in the plush pillow he
 was clenching. There was a slight burn as the other thrust in and out of him,
 but he relished it as it sent shivers down his spine. "I-I am." He gasped. "I
 j-just happen to read a lot." He finished off as he buried his face into the
pillow before him moaning and gasping. "Harder." He whimpered lifting his head.
                                        
"Are you sure of that?" Thor asked looking over the young scholar with a smirk
 as he kept on with his slow thrusts. "I treat all my lovers kindly and gently
considering that they usually lose their heads after I bed them." He continued.
 "I am doing you a favor young one." He finished as he leaned forward pressing
                   his lips between Loki's shoulder blades.
                                        
Loki keened once more turning back to face his king. "I assure you." He rasped.
"I-I am no blushing maiden." He continued as he began moving back on the large
cock behind him. "Have your way with me." He finished off and before long Thor
  was doing exactly what he had been asked. Loki continue to moan, whine, and
whimper. Every so often did the scholar would call out 'my king' or 'my lord'.
 He never did say the man's name. For some reason, that irritated the king to
 the extent where he had stopped his thrusts all together and turned the young
                      man around forcing him to face him.
                                        
"My name is, Thor!" He growled gripping Loki's chin between his forefinger and
 his thumb holding his gaze. "I want to hear you say my name." He continued on
 watching as the young man looked at him with uncertainty. "That is an order."
   He hissed before the other finally complied testing the name on his lips.
  Hearing his name spill from Loki's mouth left the king wishing for more. He
surely would make the young man scream it by the end of the night. "Good boy."
 He smirked once more before pressing their lips together and breaching Loki's
                         body with his cock once more.
                                        
"Thor!" Loki cried out as the king slammed into his nearly abused hole fucking
it hard and fast. He gripped at the furs that laid beneath their heated bodies.
The scholar could not find a single coherent thought in his mind. As per say he
was far too focused on the pleasure he was recieving. Though it was short lived
for he thought that perhaps if his plan failed, this would be the only pleasure
                                he'd ever know.
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   Thor sat at the edge of the bed while Loki laid beneath the furs panting
softly. The young sorcerer was completely exhausted as well as sated. He wanted
 nothing more than to fall asleep and stay that way, but he denied himself the
luxury. He needed his plan to start now. The scholar sat up quietly in the bed
  and looked to the king. "My lord." He began softly only continuing when the
        other turned around. "May I tell you a story?" He asked softly.
End Notes
     I am not relatively new to writing this sort of stuff, but it's been
     a while. As you can see that this story was based off the original
     One Thousand and One Nights story. I do intend to use some of the
     stories from the book here in my own way. Some stories will be from
     me. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy.
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