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Summary:

They’ve have been re-captured for weeks, and the Grandmaster is starting to ask probing questions about Loki’s past. Loki finds himself caught between saving them both from Thor’s temper and protecting his deepest secret (and shame).

Tags:  frostmaster, grandthorki (in which the grandmaster forces Thor and Loki, as bros, to do sexual things), thor&loki

Warning: hard dubcon, noncon, mutually nonconny thorki

(for @led-lite​ <3)

When they arrived on Sakaar, the sun was setting on the horizon. Loki gauged the its descent by the patches of pink and purple along the polished floor—patches that were broken by the shadows of their footsteps. They left dark stretches of gray winding all the way up the walls, as the Grandmaster led them to their new quarters.

A few feet away, Thor walked with his head ducked and his eyes dulled. His wrists were bound in a leathery cord, tethered to the Grandmaster’s grip. It was a precaution after yesterday, when Thor had worked himself into such a rage that he’d assaulted one of the Grandmaster’s guests and left a dent in the thick metal wall of their room. At least, he’d been cognizant enough not to attack or threaten the Grandmaster himself.

Loki counted that as a blessing.

Because while his own hands were free, he was not. He was trapped. Pinned between his captor and his brother, where leaning too close to one would inevitably alienate the other.

On a day like this, when he’d been brought to a planet he had hoped to never to step foot on again, he was grateful that Thor was silent. Not dragging his feet nor childishly yanking his wrists nor drawing attention to himself at all. Rare were these moments. When Loki could fall into a daze, tempered only by the occasional nod or one-word response to the Grandmaster’s rambling. Where he could vacate the scene and leave Thor to his own devices.

He was tired. It had only been weeks, but he didn’t know how much more he could take.

Figment of Choice, ch 1/4, grandthorki fic