Thor gruffly managed to answer without answering at all. He made no sound and no movement, but there was a fire in his eyes that should tell Steven he did not care to be coddled. He was not a child. James might have had the privilege of giving him truths but Steven did not yet. And besides, some of those truths were not true. He just could not bring himself to tell anyone, not even a slave, that his brother was prince of a people meant to be subjugated. And he still had no idea why his father kept him on as a child rather than as a bargaining chip and a hostage. It ought to have always been known whom Loki was. It would have united their Realms and brought Jotunheim more quickly to the fold. It was fifty years after Loki officially became full grown, however. If Odin had waited for that. Fine. He just hadn't. And now his father wasn't capable of answering Thor's questions.
"I need a distraction. Not a discussion," Thor said, repeating himself with the additional explanation. That was followed by a hand guiding Steven's with little stealth towards the hefty weight always present within his trousers.
He'd never bedded Steven. The blond had joined him and James in bedsport on occasion when he wished to treat James to a hand or a mouth or a body while he filled him, but he had never taken Steven. The other slaves in his possession had never felt Thor's hand either, though they sometimes enjoyed one another for his pleasure or enjoyed another Asgardian for theirs. Sif was quite fond of Steven and Samuel, for example, and would beckon them to join the fun when spending the night with Thor.
But Thor typically preferred only James... Or at the very least, had James with him over the last twenty or so years whenever the urge to rut in the furs appeared.
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Thor gruffly managed to answer without answering at all. He made no sound and no movement, but there was a fire in his eyes that should tell Steven he did not care to be coddled. He was not a child. James might have had the privilege of giving him truths but Steven did not yet. And besides, some of those truths were not true. He just could not bring himself to tell anyone, not even a slave, that his brother was prince of a people meant to be subjugated. And he still had no idea why his father kept him on as a child rather than as a bargaining chip and a hostage. It ought to have always been known whom Loki was. It would have united their Realms and brought Jotunheim more quickly to the fold. It was fifty years after Loki officially became full grown, however. If Odin had waited for that. Fine. He just hadn't. And now his father wasn't capable of answering Thor's questions.
"I need a distraction. Not a discussion," Thor said, repeating himself with the additional explanation. That was followed by a hand guiding Steven's with little stealth towards the hefty weight always present within his trousers.
He'd never bedded Steven. The blond had joined him and James in bedsport on occasion when he wished to treat James to a hand or a mouth or a body while he filled him, but he had never taken Steven. The other slaves in his possession had never felt Thor's hand either, though they sometimes enjoyed one another for his pleasure or enjoyed another Asgardian for theirs. Sif was quite fond of Steven and Samuel, for example, and would beckon them to join the fun when spending the night with Thor.
But Thor typically preferred only James... Or at the very least, had James with him over the last twenty or so years whenever the urge to rut in the furs appeared.