Other Kind of War

While they kissed, Loki quickly cut Thor's shirt with his nails, his hands running hungrily over Thor's godly chest. He was just in a horrible need for a good, long, hard fuck and looking on Thor body he was sure he would get exactly that.

Thor broke away from the kiss and was about to protest but Loki put his finger on his lips before he could do that, managing to shush him for a whole minute.
"To lie to the king of mischief is a horrible misjudgment on your account" Loki giggled.
Thor bit his ancient finger and it started dripping blood. "My nail!" Loki whined, but then tried to take advantage of the situation- slowly and seductively sucking on the hurting finger, his lips greeting the taste of blood. He made a show out of it, taking his time and making sure Thor gets the hint.

Loki unleashed one of his infamous smiles- you know; the ones that make you want to kill a guy and at the same time to make 17 hours of sweet love to him- while wandering to which part in Thor's so-called brain the smile would appeal. He had to find a way to get to Thor, thinking what would speak to his… ahem… heart…

The effect of the smile was wearing off and Thor had managed to get away from Loki's claws and was about to make a run for it. Then suddenly it hit him.
Loki got up on his knees and hands, spreading his long legs with a surprisingly obedient look on his face.
"You are a hero, aren't you, Thor?" He purred, "And we both know damn well that I am a villain," He continued. Thor was staring at him with sheer terror in his eyes. "Well then you can't walk away without have defeated your arch nemesis! Come back and make me regret my evil deeds! Conquer me with your godly will! Unless of course that scares you, and then you can walk away like a coward…" He said that last line in a bitter voice.

Thor wasn't good with dealing with complex emotions. As a matter of fact, the world for him consisted only of things that made him happy, things that made him mad and things he didn't know how he felt about them, which automatically made him angry as a result.
This was new. Loki had always been categorized in Thor's mind as a jerk- someone who made him very angry- yet now, with the kiss, and that seductive position he was in, he saw the red headed trickster in a whole new light, and that was confusing.
Things that were confusing could usually be passed as things that made him angry but now he was angry, and horny, and angry again and it just didn't make sense.
He wanted to hurt Loki, for making him mad, and he wanted to do other, more pleasant things to him at the same time, and he was very ashamed of himself, which didn't help at all.
Thor was drawn to him before he could regain control over himself, and before he knew what he was doing, he fell on top of Loki, turning him on his back and kissing him passionately. The overwhelming feelings raging in him had reached a compromise- convincing his brains that hurting Loki and fucking the shit out of him could very well go together.
Loki would have gotten his way that moment if it wasn't for the roaring voice that was suddenly heard above them. It wasn't an elaborate saying, a simple "What the Hell?!" But the familiar voice saying that made Thor jump on his feet, screaming:
"Dad, it's not what it looks like!"