A god takes his little brother in hand
 

Loki was pacing in his prison, fuming. Well, truth be told the prison were his own large and luxurious quarters in the Royal Palace, but he was very much a prisoner.


"Never again are you to leave our home! You are to remain here forever!" Those had been the words said by the Allfather, conqueror of the Nine Realms, as he sat on the throne that should be Loki's by right, and the ravens had cawed in agreement.


So he was locked up in these chambers like the stolen relic that he was, where the Allmother had put up a magical barrier to imprison him. Odin had declared that he might be permitted to leave his chambers, so long as he remained within the palace grounds and under Thor's guard.


The thought made him seethe in anger, and yet, this arrangement offered opportunities. Frigga was using her powers to subdue Loki's ability to do magic, but the enchantment would cease to work if he managed to leave the palace. Surely he could slip away from the great oaf, even without his magic. Odin had made some noise about there being consequences if he attempted any mischief, but what could they do? More eternal imprisonment? Banishment? Loki would welcome banishment.


The young god smiled mischievously.

Thor had been quite shaken to see his brother back. But his happiness had been dimmed by what mischief Loki had done once again. It pained him that his brother thought so ill of them all. He did love his brother! And their mother did too…and their father…well he certainly had his own way of loving.

Thor had pleaded that he be made his guardian as he deemed he wpuld know him best and he kinda felt responsible a bit for what had happened.

He marched to his brother’s room and knocked. Yes he was imprisoned but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be civilized. “Brother. It’s me.” Thor said before entering. The spell allowed only few people through.

Loki greeted him with a mocking smile. "Thor. Have you come to gloat? The witless oaf of Asgard delivered justice for his new friends. Eternal imprisonment over a handful of puny mortals." The trickster's tone was airy.

“I did not come to gloat. I wanted to see how you are.” The God said and sat down. “They are my friends yes and destroying their home was a bad idea. And I know you know it too…deep down..” he looked at Loki

Loki glared venomously. "How thoughtful." He knew that Thor most likely only wanted to ensure that his little brother was out of the way.


Oh, and to give a sanctimonious lecture too. Loki scoffed. "You truly are a witless oaf. A god doesn't concern himself with the whining of ants."

Thor frowned. “You sure did learn bad manners from wherever you came. But I can tell you brother that this won’t do. I am your guardian now and if you behave badly then there will be consequences. Trust me you won’t like these but if I must do it then I will.” He said seriously.

"Is that so? And what will the mighty Thor do? Imprison me some more?" Loki sneered.


He was irritated by the way the blond god spoke to him. Thor and Loki were only separated by the Asgardian equivalent of two Midgardian years, but the king and queen had often left their eldest in charge of their youngest in the past when they were busy. Thor's words and tone reminded him of those times.


"There is nothing you can do, Brother," he said viciously.

“Oh really? I can and I will. I am your brother, Loki. Your elder brother.” He said as he stood and grabbed his wrist. It seemed like Loki needed this.

“I do not wish to hurt or harm you. I wish to see you finally be content and find the love in you that I know you have.” Thor said as he sat down and pulled his brother over his lap. He was stronger of course but he wouldn’t hurt him. No. Just teach him a lesson.

He held Loki down and rose his mighty hand. SMACK! He let the first smack linger a bit.

Loki had been standing by the couch. His eyes widened as Thor grabbed his wrist, but before he knew what was happening he was pulled down; the young god let out a little gasp as he found himself over his brother's knee.



"What are you doing?" he asked in disbelief. Of course he knew perfectly well what was happening. This wasn't his first time in this position.



His face turned beet red from humiliation; his airy, sardonic manner was suddenly gone. "You cannot be serious! Let me go!" he screeched, flailing and trying to get up, but all he got in answer was a mighty spank on the butt.



"Oww!" Loki was wearing indoor clothes, which did not offer much protection from his brother's powerful hand. He was very unhappy with how much one smack stung.


He began struggling again, this time even more desperately, covering his behind with his hands, but Thor was stronger than he was and his grip was iron. "This is ridiculous! I am not a child! You cannot do this to me! Let go of me!"

Thor held his brother securely over his lap. “Something you are in need of for quite some time. Being grown doesn’t mean that you can’t get a spanking!” He said as he rose his hand again.

“This is a fitting punishment as you seem so keen on acting like a spoiled brat at times.” Thor scolded him and let his hand come down again on Loki’s bottom. He began to get a nice little rhythm. SMACK! SMACK! SPANK!

Of course Thor knew how much strength to really put it but he also knew his brother was a God too so there was no need to hold back everything.