Pursued by his cursed brother, Loki must do anything to save his magic, even if that means surrendering to the same dark desires his old self relished.
Exerpt:
He pinched Loki’s earlobe between his teeth. “I spoke at length with The Oracle Beyond the Pale when they blessed the knife. They tell me the Old Loki longed for this. He ached for an unbrotherly touch.”
He kissed Loki behind his ear and he couldn’t help it, the delicious tingling sent sweet sparks straight to his cock. Thor hummed knowingly against his neck and sucked on Loki’s exposed clavicle.
“I’m n-not him.”
Thor reached down to cup Loki’s crotch. He swelled more as Thor massaged him, rolling his palm against Loki’s length.
He laughed, a low malicious rumble. “”Not really him, no. But the Pale One knows more than even a clever little trickster guesses. They say you carry him with you. And it seems…”
Thor lazily unlaced Loki’s leggings and exposed him to the air as he spoke,
“… That you certainly share his appetites.”
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Loki is the Philosopher King 