[The chainmail hits the floor heavy, and Thor is glad to be rid of it. Loki is here, touching with slow, gloved fingers, and Thor leans into his hands and kisses him again: slow and deep, devoted kisses, meant to reassure and distract more soundly than his clumsily offered words might.]
[This is new to his young brother, and his nerves are obvious in his expression, the hesitance of his hands. Understandable, for how unexpected this is, how different an unplanned. His nerves are to be expected. But the worries he must have are groundless. Thor has only love for Loki as he is, his well-meaning little brother, clever and mischievous, but good-hearted. This may not be what's best for either of them, but it's what they both want, what Thor has wanted for centuries since their brotherhood began, what Loki wanted once and lost, and now by some strange blessing wants again.]
[Thor feels selfish, seizing for himself this chance so readily, carelessly, with no regard for what is right. But he is warmed by Loki's willingness despite inexperience, by the whispering voices and images of this place, by circumstance, by dormant feelings and new ones made by the all too recent trials they've faced together, and overcome. Loki is brother, and more, and could be more still. Thor cannot resist taking all of him he can.]
[Loki's dressed still, but his clothes are thin and easy enough to be rid of. And so Thor pays them no mind for now, but leans into the kiss, using his weight to press Loki back to sitting on the bed, and he climbs over him, settles between his legs, feeling Loki's thighs slide against his as he forces them spread, leggings thin and so much more intimate than the armor he's discarded. It feels good, to kiss and feel Loki pressed so close against him as he does. His hands search out Loki's arms, to pull the gloves from them and bare his slender hands, encourage him to touch.]
[His own hands seek out Loki's belt to open, then press again over his thighs, skirting his obvious hardness in favor of his bare stomach, felt beneath loosened tunic and shirts.]
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[This is new to his young brother, and his nerves are obvious in his expression, the hesitance of his hands. Understandable, for how unexpected this is, how different an unplanned. His nerves are to be expected. But the worries he must have are groundless. Thor has only love for Loki as he is, his well-meaning little brother, clever and mischievous, but good-hearted. This may not be what's best for either of them, but it's what they both want, what Thor has wanted for centuries since their brotherhood began, what Loki wanted once and lost, and now by some strange blessing wants again.]
[Thor feels selfish, seizing for himself this chance so readily, carelessly, with no regard for what is right. But he is warmed by Loki's willingness despite inexperience, by the whispering voices and images of this place, by circumstance, by dormant feelings and new ones made by the all too recent trials they've faced together, and overcome. Loki is brother, and more, and could be more still. Thor cannot resist taking all of him he can.]
[Loki's dressed still, but his clothes are thin and easy enough to be rid of. And so Thor pays them no mind for now, but leans into the kiss, using his weight to press Loki back to sitting on the bed, and he climbs over him, settles between his legs, feeling Loki's thighs slide against his as he forces them spread, leggings thin and so much more intimate than the armor he's discarded. It feels good, to kiss and feel Loki pressed so close against him as he does. His hands search out Loki's arms, to pull the gloves from them and bare his slender hands, encourage him to touch.]
[His own hands seek out Loki's belt to open, then press again over his thighs, skirting his obvious hardness in favor of his bare stomach, felt beneath loosened tunic and shirts.]