You: Thor shifted his feet nervously, arms folded defensively across his chest in the dark closet. He felt an elbow poke him in the side and he hissed, glaring blindly into the darkness. "So are we doing this or not?" he snapped at last, his patience running thin. They'd already used up one minute on standing there and not-staring at each other silently.

Their first mistake had been playing Truth or Dare with Tony and his cohorts. The second had been failing to institute a rule that one could choose who they had to do a dare with. Now they were trapped in a closet playing 'seven minutes in heaven', and if one of them didn't walk out of here with a visible hickey in--oh, five and a half minutes--they'd have to forfeit, which would definitely be worse.

[Human AU, They can be brothers/friends/rivals/whatever else you'd like them to be! If you'd prefer to play Thor that's fine too :)]

Stranger: "What the hell are we supposed to be doing?" Loki muttered as he glared at his brother, not exactly appreciating the fact he was somehow dragged along with the other

Stranger: (not done sorry!)

You: (no worries!)

Stranger: "What the hell are we supposed to be doing?" Loki muttered as he glared at his brother, not exactly appreciating the fact he was somehow dragged along with the other's antics and of course, that was partially his fault for believing he could get through this dumb gathering without getting in trouble. It was no secret he was not a fan of Thor, so the assholes who put them together were clearly doing this out of spite. He glared at the blonde, before tying his hair back. "Why the hell did I agree to do this?" He meant the party, not the dare, that one he had no choice over.

You: "You know what we're supposed to be doing," Thor said with an eye-roll, letting his arms fall to his sides. He spluttered a little at Loki's next comment, though. "You were the one who wanted to come along! Dad *made* me take you with me!" Odin had threatened to take his car keys (it was *his* car, he'd bought it! But 'as long as he lived under his roof...') if he hadn't brought Loki along with him. They'd both conveniently left out that there would be alcohol at the party, since neither was quite 21 yet. He swallowed thickly as Loki tied his hair back, revealing that pale, pretty expanse of neck to his view in the dim light of the closet. He took a tentative half-step forward, then paused, nerves taking over.

Stranger: The only reason he wanted to come along was because Frigga had insisted that he did something fun for a change... He could never say no to that woman, so he pretended that he was interested and well, Odin brought it, but he was almost too easy to fool. "You could've said no, but you are just scared dad's going to take your precious chick magnet away." He muttered, rolling his eyes as he looked up at Thor, who was far too tall for a normal human being. He looked like a goddamn Viking with the uncomfortable amount of facial hair he had. "Well? Are you going to do it, or should I? Just saying, it will look bad for you, if I gave you the hickies."

You: Thor grit his teeth at the goading tone of Loki's voice, stepping forward without any further hesitation and taking a firm grip on his hip, his other hand sliding into his hair and tilting his head to the side to give himself more room to work. He shivered slightly as he leaned in, the faint scent of Loki's shampoo flooding his senses, and brushed his lips lightly against the smooth skin of his neck before opening his mouth, gently lapping and suckling at Loki's neck, little nips and kitten licks interspersed with the suction as he drew a bruise to the surface.

Stranger: Thor was just too easy to manipulate, since he didn't think twice about his actions and neither did Loki, when it came to twisting the other for his own benefits and it worked well for him if he was honest. Loki leaned back against the closet, not too used to this, since he wasn't the most experienced person around, which was normal for someone his age, but not someone who had a reputation like Loki's. Most people assumed he was fairly used to this, which was probably why they thought they could mess with him like this. He let out a soft whimper, "get on with it. No need for the foreplay, brother. I'm ticklish."

You: Thor pulled back a little and growled into Loki's ear. "You're the one who told me to get a move on," he snapped. "If you want to go out there and tell everyone you refuse the dare, that's on your head, not mine. But if I'm doing this, I'm doing it my way. I don't need any backseat driving." He dove back in immediately, hoping to forestall any snarky responses on Loki's part. He did apply a little more pressure, though, not wanting to irritate Loki with touches that tickled. Deep down, in the darkest part of him, he knew he wanted Loki to *enjoy* this. Some tiny, twisted part of him wanted Loki to sense the love and need in every little touch, to somehow recognize his feelings and return them. It was a pipe dream of the most hopeless, messed up kind, but it lived inside him anyway. So he took this one opportunity to lavish Loki with all his attention and affection, his movements slow and sensual as he drew a bruise to his skin. Hopefully he could just play it off afterwards, make some joke about not being able to help being smooth and not knowing any other way to do this...

You: (brb)

Stranger: (me too, sorry!)

Stranger: (back!)

You: (mee too)

Stranger: He could tell the other had reached his tipping point, so Loki was smart enough to not say more. Frankly, he didn't mind the other acting the way he did, because at least this way, the boy could tell himself that he didn't have a choice and that the excitement he felt from the back of his mind (the part he badly buried) was just a flash of weakness. He let out a soft groan, feeling the other going a little harder, as he moved closer... It was far too intimate for just a normal bet and he could say for a fact that Thor seemed to be enjoying it, but maybe it was just him projecting his own fantasies onto a man who he had occasionally dreamt about. He gripped onto the other's wrist, "is there a hickey?" He asked softly, not wanting to go further, since he was having second thoughts about his own sanity.

You: "Can't tell," Thor said, voice rough with lust. He gently dragged his teeth over the skin, lapped at him tenderly with his tongue. "Too dark in here, mmm. Can't see..." He shifted closer with a soft little hum, breathing Loki's scent in deeply and absently stroking his hair. He moved his lips a little higher, wanting the mark of his (temporary, not even real) claim on Loki to be as visible as possible. He let out soft little sighs against his skin, nuzzling into his neck with his nose when he had to take breaks for breath. Oh, he was so going to regret this later, but right now... Right now, this was hands-down the most wonderful moment of his life.

Stranger: He was unbelievably overwhelmed by it all as he sucked in a deep, shaky breath, once the other had stopped being so forward and aggressive. Loki had no clue why Thor was behaving the way he was, but he wasn't mad about it. Quite the opposite, he find some solace in leaning against the blonde as he closed his eyes. "Well, I guess we will have to leave it to luck." He said, before dropping his hands, knowing they were going to regret this later. "You sound out of breath." He mentioned, as he reached up to grab Thor's long hair, tugging it back a little. "You are heavy, you doofus."

You: "Mm, sorry," Thor mumbled, pulling his weight back a little and leaning into the touch to his hair. He nuzzled into Loki's hand, and in a momentary but complete break from sanity, pressed a kiss to his palm before returning to his neck. He let out a quiet little huff of breath against his skin, sucking all the way up to the sensitive spot underneath his ear and mouthing at the soft skin.

Stranger: Loki stared at his palm, even when the other went back to sucking hickeys, because that action there... Was the most gentle Thor had ever been with him for a long time and he was having mix feelings about it. Not that he was allowed to think about anything else as the blonde continued to become more aggressive as he sucked under his ear, causing him to shudder as he moaned. "Thor, not there... please."

You: Thor went completely still as Loki moaned for him, his lips still pressed against his skin but no longer moving. "Loki," he breathed, the sound of his brother moaning his name in pleasure branded into his mind for eternity. He turned his head, nuzzled into Loki's hair. "Do you really want me to stop?" he murmured, his heart pounding in his chest. Was this really happening? Was there really a chance that-- He couldn't even finish the sentence in his mind, he'd jinx it. "I will, if-- If you really want me to." He took in a shaky breath, put all his cards on the table. "But I don't want to," he whispered.

Stranger: He hated himself for being so weak willed and unable to deny the other, or the fact that he succumbed to pleasure so easily, even though he should have no problem denying it. Loki was a strong person usually, this was just his moment of weakness. "Fine, if you say so." He muttered quickly as he squirmed a little. He seemed to have forgotten they were in a game, which was probably a bad thing. They would get into so much trouble if they were caught like this. "What time is it now?" He muttered, reaching over to Thor's jean pocket to try to figure out the time.

You: "We're probably almost out of time," Thor groaned in frustration, not wanting this perfect moment to be interrupted by reality. He pressed a tender kiss to Loki's hair, held onto him almost desperately. "Let me take you somewhere else, please?" He pressed their foreheads together, sighed softly against him. "Don't want to let you go..."

Stranger: He looked over at Thor, who seemed to be genuinely desperate, a sight he would've usually laughed at, yet right now, he couldn't bring himself to laugh. Loki knew he felt the same way and they were both twisted for doing this. "Where do you have in mind?" He asked, lowering his gaze so he didn't have to stare into the other's bright gaze.

You: "One of Tony's guest rooms," Thor said quickly, jumping at the chance to keep Loki in his arms. He didn't want to go anywhere that was too far away, give Loki a chance to second-guess things and change his mind. "There's at least a dozen of them, he gave me the tour a while back, and--" And they were fully stocked with all the 'supplies' one might need, but Thor didn't want to presume too much. "--and it's close, we won't have to go far, we just--we just have to get out of here, as soon as the timer--" And the moment he said something they heard it go off, and Thor reluctantly moved away from Loki. "We just--we just have to pretend to be pissed, and then we can--please come with me, please?"

Stranger: He shrugged his shoulders, not giving the other the satisfaction of knowing that he was pleased by this as he slipped the hairband off. Loki knew they had to pretend they hated whatever happened, which was why he gave the nastiest bitch face as he nodded his head just before opening the door. "Get the fuck away from me." He muttered, glaring at Thor as he stepped out, before giving his middle fingers towards Tony who made the dare. "I'm heading off, you dipshits." Loki had no idea if all fo that anger was fake, but he decided to walk off, heading upstairs to one of the rooms.

You: For a moment Thor thought Loki was actually leaving, actually wanted him gone, and his heart sank. But as he trudged along after him, not having to fake his displeasure at Tony, his heart skipped a beat as he saw Loki heading up the stairs. He counted to ten and then followed him up, walking down the hallway until he spied a door that was partly cracked open. He stepped inside and his jaw dropped; Thor had managed to leave a hickey on Loki's neck indeed, and it was huge and bright purple. His cock twitched in his pants; he didn't think he'd ever wanted Loki more than right now, watching him examine the mark he'd given him in the mirror. He pushed the door shut behind him and locked it, hurrying over to Loki and wrapping his arms aorund him from behind.

Stranger: Loki knew this was all happening and he found himself eyeing the hickey that were left on his neck for a little too longer as he made a face. Thor really went all out and it would seem that pent up frustration wasn't the product of a newbie. He must be experienced. The boy was too distracted with his own thoughts to hear the other, until he heard the lock click and looked up. Thor had already approached and wrapped his arms around him, this time though, Loki didn't complain. At least not that much. "You are warm..." He grumbled, before dropping his hand as he leaned back, head tilting upwards to stare at Thor.

You: "You're beautiful," Thor said in return, loving the feeling of Loki's weight pressed back against him. He could hold him up easily, but the trust in that gesture made him feel all floaty inside. He bent his head and rubbed their noses together, laughing when Loki's scrunched up at him. "So beautiful," he whispered, turning his attention to Loki's cheek instead and peppering kisses there. "I'll give you anything you want," he said into his skin, his fingertips carefully edging just underneath the hem of Loki's shirt, grazing the soft skin of his belly and seeing if he was welcome to touch there. "Anything at all, name it and it's yours."