The Kings, Part 8: A Thor/Loki Dub!con fic - NSFW
Thor is slow to wake. He sleeps to heal himself.
He knew something was wrong as soon as they arrived in Vanathem. The farmer — the petitioner of whom Loki was so suspicious — was properly obsequious, bowing so low and long Thor forgot what his face looked like. They were offered every luxury the farmer could provide, not excepting his daughter, who was a cheerful, apple-cheeked beauty of just the sort Thor preferred.
Used to prefer. He didn’t doubt that his flesh could still be stirred by a comely maiden, but he doubted that any of them could rival what he had, so far, only sampled.
He missed Loki, and that made him slow.
They swarmed up out of the darkness, cobalt and black and cold. The farmer disappeared with his daughter, his part in the betrayal finished, and Thor cursed himself for not listening to Loki. Then the fight was upon them, and he could only focus on putting Mjolnir through as many jötunn skulls as possible.
The weapons they used were dreadful. A single cut to his chest from a cruel little dagger opened into a bone-deep gouge when he raised Mjolnir. The weapon drained his life-force as it drained his blood. He fell so quickly, and wondered if this is where the thread of his life would be cut.
Then he realized the true horror; he had fallen, and could not rise, but he could see every blow that fell on his friends. Sif was fast to see their danger and warned the Warriors Three away from the glittering blades that had brought Thor to the ground.
The attack broke off sharply, for no reason, and the jötunns vanished back into the mist that shrouded their arrival. Thor heard a word that chilled him more deeply than the cold that sat in his bones:
Loki was the target.
He tried to tell Sif, tried to make her understand that it was Loki who would suffer, but his tongue was a chill blade in his mouth and he slipped under before he could form words.