Another ten days passed, my monotonous schedule which I once found comfort in no longer providing me any comfort. Loki would still train me but resorted to teasing me most of the time. He would distract me with a hand brushing my arm, or by pressing himself into me when correcting my stance. It added for my overwhelming need for him, but also to my anger for the fact that he was still refusing to touch me. I didn't bother inviting anyone around to try after that one night. It only added to my frustration, and I felt guilty using people in that way now I knew it was Loki who I craved above anyone. My own hands were never truly enough anymore. I still came but the orgasms were still pathetic. But I knew I couldn't give into him the way he wanted still. To make the active choice whilst remaining completely logical was just not an option. He still couldn't be trusted, and it felt wrong to give myself over to him in that way. It would be like admitting he owned me like some kind of sexual slave. And that would not be happening. I also refused to give him the satisfaction of avoiding him, with his freedoms increasing and the cuff allowing him access to more of his seiðr it was no use anyway. If he wanted to he could find me anyway, plus I didn't want to go back to ignoring Thor just to avoid Loki. It did mean, however, that Loki would often join Thor and me in the evenings when we would watch movies. Thor was ecstatic that his brother was making more of an effort into spending time with him and others, confiding in me that it had felt like how they used to spend time together. I didn't have the heart to warn him that it might not be the case, nor the willpower to explain what was actually happening. How he would tease me every time Thor went to get a drink or grab the food. I tried to cuddle into Thor more just to get away from him but that only seemed to make him bolder and braver in his mischievous exploits, so now I just stayed firmly in the middle of the sofa.
Besides evenings with Thor, I actively tried to spend time with the people I had been ignoring too much over the past few months. Wanda, Nat, and I actively tried to plan a girls night at least once a month. It mostly consisted of us getting wasted and talking over movies. It finally happened on a Saturday in mid-March, Nat making sure that all the men weren't to disturb us in the longue for too long. In fact, in the text, I'd overseen from Thor's screen it stated that if they had to use the kitchen that they were permitted in it for 15 minutes only. I smiled at Nat's effort and was sure Wanda appreciated it. Nat had also brought three large bottles of good quality vodka for us all. I took it slightly easier than normal, mixing mine with Diet Coke instead of drinking it neat, hesitant about falling back into unhealthy habits. It wasn't long, however, until me and Nat were healthily tipsy, and Wanda far gone and even talking about her sex life. I laughed at Nat questioned the logistics of Vision's anatomy and Wanda gave a not entirely cohesive response. Before questioning Nat about who she was seeing, a slight blush settled over her cheeks, and I laughed softly at seeing any sort of embarrassment on Nat's face for the first time.
"Before you say no one, don't act like you haven't been teasing poor Banner for months." I choked on my drink, surprised by the thought.
"Banner?" I shrilled slightly too loudly. Her blush deepened, not matching the nonchalant tone she forced her voice to take.
"You act like if you haven't been railing a literal God, Kaya." My breath caught in the second it took me to remember she was referring to Thor and not Loki.
"I've been meaning to ask what is going on between you two, сестра?" I laughed at confiscated Wanda's vodka, storing it in Loki's subspace before she could grab it.
"I know you've had enough when you call me your sestra, Wanda." Nat laughed at the frown on Wanda but wisely didn't move to give her anymore.
"What is happening between you and Thor, Kaya?" Nat asked, leaving me no room to ignore her.
"It's nothing serious really. We don't like each other in a romantic way, I guess. We are really close friends who sometimes fuck each other. It works for us, I guess." Nat nodded knowingly while Wanda's eyebrows creased in thought. The conversation continued, moving on from my sex life at least so I had assumed it was forgotten. That was until Wanda asked how it was to have sex with a God. I couldn't help but blush, remembering Loki's hands.
"It's... yeah overwhelmingly good." I admitted, annoyed that even without his presence I could start to crave his hands on my body.
I stayed pretty distracted for the rest of the night, forcing myself to sober up. When the night ended it was around 1am and I slunk into bed and reached for my vibrator. It didn't help, dying on me before I could reach even a small orgasm. I thought about taking off clothes and just going to sleep but knew it would take me far too long to get to sleep. Already knowing I wouldn't be going to Loki, I sighed. I was so pissed off and frustrated that it almost brought me to tears. And in the intensity of my emotions, I did something horrid. I thought back to the conversation from earlier about Thor. He was good in bed, extremely good. Even if he didn't fuck me with the force and intensity that I craved I was sure he would sedate the need I had. There was a voice of reason in the back of my mind, reinforcing how wrong it would be to fuck Thor knowing I would think about Loki the entire time. Yet my legs carried me out of my room and opened his door without even knocking. I was surprised he was up, sitting in the armchair next to his sofa. Even more surprised to see him jump up to try to make himself presentable. He'd been touching himself, which only fuelled my movements more.
I walked over to him and kissed him passionately. Without another word he brought his hands to my hips and picked me up, carrying him to his room. He'd clearly been craving this, it being almost two and a half months since we had last fucked. It wasn't slow like before, my aggressive movements inciting passion within him. It still didn't feel like enough. His very nature demanded gentleness and in that moment I didn't crave a lovers touch. I wanted something harder and more demanding. The type of passion that made me lose all train of thought. I needed it. I fell back onto his mattress and his body soon leant over mine, leaning too far off of me. In that moment I realised how badly I wanted him to overpower me with his strength and I moaned into his mouth at the thought. My hands tore at his clothes which he helped me get off and then I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him. He held himself over me, trying to kiss me gently but my movements were breaking his resolve slowly. I brought my lips to his neck and sucked on it to leave a mark as I fiddled with the band of my jeans. His moans filled the air, and I ignored the part of me that thought they didn't sound right. Thor's hands gripped the sheets tightly as he moaned my name. When I was satisfied that a mark had been left, I wriggled out from underneath him and pushed him, encouraging him to lie on his back.
Once on his back, I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to move myself back and forth. His moans became louder as he pulsated in my mouth. As I felt him getting closer, I pushed him past my gag reflex and near the base of my throat but didn't go beyond that. He yelled my name as he came and I swallowed every last drop, noticing how less salty it was than others. I pushed the thought out of my head about how Loki would taste on my tongue before I could lose my nerve. I needed to push him completely out of my mind to do this. I noticed the tear in the sheets beneath Thor's hands as I straddled over him and sank down over him. His groan was even louder, as his pleasure was amplified in the wake of his orgasm. I relished in the way he stretched me as I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. When he was fully in me I couldn't help but moan at the feeling. The feeling of being completely full, combined with how deep he seemed to be in this angle, was almost enough for me to be completely satisfied. Then Thor moved, sitting up and grabbing my waist before aiding my movements to bounce on his cock. I practically screamed as he hit a spot deep within me with every thrust. One of his hands moved down to my hips and the other to my breast before his mouth was on my neck mirroring my movements from earlier. As he left a mark on my neck all I could think of was Loki and I took my pleasure from Thor. It wasn't long until I moved my hand to my clit and made myself cum at the sensation. I became slack on Thor, kissing him lazily as he pumped into me until he found his second orgasm.
I felt horrid afterwards, the brief relief clouded by my own self-hatred. I couldn't let myself use my friend like that. Especially when it was his brother who put me in the mood in the first place, which was all kinds of wrong. When he had fallen asleep I grabbed my trousers, got dressed and made my way to my room. I needed to shower and then go to the training room. I needed to find another way to get out these emotions. Of course, when I entered my room Loki was leant against my bedpost looking pissed. We were stood in darkness and the shadows of the room caused his eyes to look almost completely black. His arms were crossed over his body tightly, the rigidness in his body echoing the tightness in his jaw.
"Had fun did we?" His anger coated his words thickly and I swallowed. I'd forgotten his jealousy somehow. There were many more reasons for me to regret my actions, like the fact that Thor was my friend and the fact that it wasn't right to fuck both brothers. These were actual reasons to be mad at me. He was mad from jealousy, from the belief that he was once again in Thor's shadow.
"Loki..." I warned softly, needing to diffuse the situation before it got too out of hand. He walked towards me and titled my chin to the side without another word, growling when he did.
"You really are nothing more than a common harlot." I felt his already weakened seiðr flow from his fingers and to my neck. When he was finished his hand wrapped around my throat and he brought his lips to my ear. "He doesn't get to mark you like that. Not while it's my name that you wish to call out as he fucks you. Not while it's my face and voice you imagine as you try to find a semblance of pleasure beneath him." Then his teeth sunk into my neck over the exact same spot he just healed. It bordered on painful the way he bit and sucked my neck, no doubt leaving a larger bruise than before. Unable to help it, I moaned out his name whilst he did it. At the end he ran his tongue over the mark causing me to shiver. A bright green light filled the room and then he was gone.