Young Prince Loki of Asgard is the God of Mischief and Chaos, the wild and unscrupulous little brother of Thor, and the son of the King of the Æsir.
Being second in the line of succession, Loki meticulously performs his palace duties by day, but by night he can be found living up to his reputation as a hard-core partying playboy.
Alas, a prince of Asgard cannot remain a fun-loving bachelor forever. Loki's world is turned upside down when duty calls for him to take a wife. His parents have betrothed him to the daughter of the most prominent Lord in the kingdom.
Loki would rather be dragged to Hel than to the altar, that is, until he finally lays eyes on his bride-to-be. Meeting Sigyn cracks the foundation on which he built his hedonistic reputation.
Can Loki give up his philandering lifestyle and become the husband Sigyn deserves? The Nornir have brought the two of them together; will outside forces tear them apart?
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+
*Minors DNI*
Warnings: Explicit descriptions of sexual acts, alcohol intoxication, and drug use. Specific trigger warnings will be attached before each chapter when applicable.
This story is NON-CANON. This is an MCU/Norse mythology hybrid AU: Thor and Loki are biological brothers, and Odin isn't the worst father. Comparably, in human years, Loki is in his mid-twenties, and Thor is late twenties. Set in Asgard, the realm is described as a large kingdom with territories and hierarchies among Odin's Lords and Ladies.
Genre: Fluff and Smut. An all-round feel-good fic.
Pairings: AU Loki x Sigyn
Chapters Index 👇🏼
*Contains SMUT
1. Prologue*
2. When Opportunity Knocks*
3. The Message*
4. Denial*
5. The Lost Prince
6. Ill-prepared
7. Meeting Sigyn
8. Doubt*
9. Family Dinner
10. Paths Not Taken
11. The Betrothal Feast
12. Discoveries
13. The Chase
14. Heart to Heart
15. A Token*
16. The Best Man
17. A Kingly Visit
18. Home*
19. Seeing
20. Oh, Brother
21. Fond Farewells- Part One*
22. Fond Farewells- Part Two*
23. The Bachelor Party
24. Brother Mine
25. Reunion
26. Unexpected
27. Sigyn's Virtue
28. Sera's Trials
29. Bed Rest*
30. Purpose
31. The Wedding
32. The Reception
33. His Goddess*
34. Epilogue*
A Gift for Loki One-Shots
The Gift of the Sun*
The Gift of Distraction*
The Gift of Distraction - Part Two*
Summary: Tom is up for the role of a lifetime. You use technology to help him perfect his villainous sneer. 🎥
Genre: Smut. Domestic fluff.
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+
*Minors DNI*
Warnings: Graphic depictions of sex. Degradation and other dirty talk. Soft Dom/Sub. Rough sex. Oral sex - male receiving.
Tom x female reader
Words: 2900
Based on this gifset by @lokihiddleston
Jonathan Pine vs Loki Laufeyson
The Audition
You sighed heavily as the warm sun from the open window crept across the pillow and warmed your cheek. The morning light was bright behind your eyelids. Lazily, you rolled over and flopped your arm across the other side of the bed, finding it cool and empty.
Your bottom lip pushed out in a little pout as you realized your lover was not there for your customary morning cuddle. The sound of the shower starting full force broke through the gentle lilting birdsong that tickled the periphery of your conscious mind.
He’s still nervous.
Still half asleep, you stretched languidly, enjoying the feel of your smooth legs on the fresh sheets and the dull ache that raised between your thighs. You grinned inwardly as your mind brought forth the images of Tom’s beautiful face below you as you rode him hard, impaling yourself on his generous endowment until he was delirious with pleasure.
Preparing for auditions had never bothered him before. Even big ones. He prepared dutifully and breathed life into his characters to the best of his ability. If he was hired, wonderful. If he wasn’t, he was confident in his acting skills; he knew there would be more auditions. As a couple, you weren’t struggling for money; both of your acting gigs generated enough cash to cover the rent on your North London flat and then some.
But to call his upcoming audition big would be a gross understatement.
Titanic.
Gargantuan.
Mammoth.
If he landed this role, it would be life-changing. Thrusting him into the spotlight on the world’s stage. The chance to become a household name like McConaughey, Hanks, or De Niro.
You had never seen him so tied up with nerves. So, being the generous partner you were, you decided to fuck him senseless; wear him out for hours so that he could fall into a sated state of deep sleep. You allowed another self-satisfied grin to spread over your face as you recalled the sounds he made for you the night before; the moans, the curses, the grunts. The beautiful music of his ecstasy that you brought out of him filled you with glowing pride.
Dozing in and out of conscious thought, you heard the shower spray replaced by the sloshing of water and tapping of the razor against the sink as he performed his morning shave. You moaned at the thought of it. The almost erotic way he craned his neck to get under his chin and the way the clean skin of his jaw felt under your lips when he was freshly shaven.
You shivered despite the warmth of the sun on the bed. Goosebumps raised on your naked flesh, and you felt the stirrings of arousal.
Needy much? You laughed to yourself. Tom moved in with you three years ago, yet it only felt like yesterday. Your amorous need for him was still as present as it was in the beginning.
Fully awake now, you waited for him to exit the bathroom so you could hopefully lure him back to bed for a cuddle. When he didn’t come out after several minutes, impatience won out, and you pulled on one of Tom’s Cambridge T-shirts you found on the floor, then made your way to the door.
You tapped softly with your knuckle, “Tom? Are you finished? I have to pee.”
“Yeah, come in. Sorry.”
You opened the door and found him standing in front of the mirror, gripping his white towel around his waist, his hair still wet and dripping onto his broad shoulders. Droplets of water trapped in his chest hair glittered in the bright light of your vanity. The look in his eyes was pensive as he studied his face.
“You still thinking about the audition?” You kissed his damp cheek as you passed him to the toilet.
“Despite your best efforts to distract me, yes.” His lip curled up briefly as his eyes followed you. His T-shirt was only just long enough to cover a third of your bare ass.
“You’ve got this, babe. The execs at Marvel will love you.” You smirked as you sat and peed. The ache between your legs and the now prominent bruises on your thighs from Tom’s bony hips reminded you again of last night's vigorous sex rodeo.
“I dunno,” he returned his gaze to the mirror before him.
“You’ve read every comic in print. You know the character backward and forward.” You patted dry with the tissue and flushed. You bumped him to the side with your hip so you could reach the sink. You made eye contact with him in the mirror while washing your hands. “What exactly are you tripping over? Do you want to do the monologue for me again?”
“It’s not the lines… I could recite them in my sleep.”
“You have, Hiddleston.” You wet your toothbrush.
“Sorry.” He gave you that adorably sheepish smile. “I just want this so badly. If I don’t get it,” he shook his head, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the stage, and I would never give it up. I’m happy with the films I’ve done so far. But this… Hollywood?” he shook his head again.
“I know. It’s huge.” You widened your eyes at him for effect as you brushed your teeth.
He studied his face in the mirror, got serious, lowered his head, raised his eyes, and grimaced menacingly, “Foolish mortal,” he uttered in his gravelly baritone.
He looked at you expectantly, “How was that?”
“You have the voice down pat. It’s just…” you spat and rinsed your mouth.
“What?”
“Well,” you sighed and put your toothbrush back in the holder next to his.
“Well, what?”
“You’ve got haughty, aloof arrogance down. The regal posture and the attitude? Spot on.”
He waited for you to continue.
“The grimace isn’t as menacing as I know it can be. Maybe a touch too cartoonish? It should be… sexier.”
“Sexier? You realize I would be portraying the villain, right?” he chuckled.
“Villains are sexy! You are perfect for the role. You are the sexiest man I know. Uhh- if you could only see your face while you’re fucking me.” You stare at him briefly with a faraway look in your eyes.
“Thank you, love. But-"
“That’s it! Of course!” You snapped your fingers and pushed past him, “Wait right there.”
Curious, he watched you run to grab your iPhone from the nightstand and a small tripod from your desk.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m giving you an assignment.” You grinned wickedly at him as you set your phone up on the tripod and positioned it on the long counter of the vanity. You then moved Tom into position in front of it. You pressed record, then turned and seductively sauntered to stand before him.
“Darling?” His eyebrows shot up as you pulled the Cambridge shirt over your head and dropped it onto the floor.
“Do you trust me?” You pressed up and started kissing up the column of his neck in a way you knew drove him mad.
“Yes, but…” he eyed the phone warily. He could see your naked ass and his large hands on the screen as they found your hips. He watched the timer ticking up, indicating it was recording a video.
“Forget about the camera. I want you to see yourself as I see you. This will work. Trust me.” You pulled the towel away, dropping it with a heavy thump to the tiles by his feet. He was tense, but you pressed yourself tight to him anyway.
“Don’t think about the camera, Tom. Think about me.” You brought his hand up from your hip to your breast. He kneaded it eagerly, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned and let your hand glide down his back to his perfectly round bottom.
His lips found yours, and he kissed you tenderly as his hands roamed over the expanse of your bare skin. Soon, you felt him pressing the impressive length of his thick cock onto your stomach. You reached up and grabbed fistfuls of his blonde curls. Heat bloomed in you, and your kisses became urgent.
“Master…” you whispered as Tom delivered wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.
He smiled against your skin when he heard the moniker. Last night he was subby and pliant, doing as he was told under your command; this morning, it was his turn to call the shots.
“Wench!” He fisted his hand in your hair and yanked your head back, “Did I give you permission to touch me?”
“No, Master.”
“No, I did not.” He grabbed your ass and squeezed it firmly, pulling your body closer to his. He released your hair and pressed down on your shoulder. “Kneel.”
You went to your knees before him.
You leaned forward to nuzzle his cock with your cheek, but he caught you by the hair, stopping you just short of your prize.
You looked up at him with wide innocent eyes, “Please?”
“Please, what?” His baby blues were boring a hole through your skull. You resisted the urge to smile as you felt the familiar wet heat between your legs.
You swallowed thickly, “Please, Master?”
Entirely in character now, he raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t release you.
“Please, Master, may I please suck on your cock?”
At that, he removed his hand. “Get on with it, you needy whore.”
He hissed, his toes curling as you wrapped your lips around the head and lapped at the pre-cum dribbling from him.
“Thank you,” you offered before running your tongue from the base to the tip of him.
“Do you think you have earned this? You don’t deserve the honor. What have I told you about interrupting me as I try to work?”
You gave him apologetic eyes as you took him into your throat.
“Ahh, but I am a lenient master.” He stroked the hollow of your cheek with his thumb. “I have too much pity for you, you pathetic creature.”
You moan around him and feel his butt and thigh muscles clench as he let out a sharp breath.
“No more of that. I don’t want to bless you with my seed too soon, little slut. You haven’t earned it.”
You moaned again more wantonly and palmed his heavy balls in your free hand. His head fell back dramatically, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. You closed your eyes and leaned in as far as you could. His course, blonde curls tickled the tip of your nose, and you felt his hips thrust forward. Your eyes watered, and you gagged loudly but didn’t relent as he fucked your mouth.
“Enough!” he pulled out of you with a growl. A thick string of drool dangled obscenely from his head before falling heavily onto your thigh below. He leaned over and grabbed your chin in his hand, “You disobedient little cock slut!”
Before you could respond, he had you on your feet and bent over the long counter of the vanity. You quickly checked your phone to ensure he was still in the frame, then spread your feet wide as you rested your weight on your forearms.
He chuckled darkly when he put his hand between your legs and found you wet. “You…” he moaned as his long fingers pressed into you. “… so wet… so tight…”
“Please, Master,” you clenched around his fingers, desperate for more. Desperate to feel yourself stretched around his thick cock.
You gasped and jumped as his free hand landed on your ass; the smack echoed around the tiled walls of your bathroom. “Ahh…” you writhed beneath his palm as he rubbed small circles over the red, raised skin.
“Calm yourself.” You bit your lip as he removed his fingers, wrapped his arm around your hip, and started tapping lightly on your swollen clit. “Do you want my seed, little one?”
You nodded, unable to speak. You tried to think of anything but the rhythmic pulse of his fingers.
“You must earn it. My seed is precious. Why should I waste it on you?”
“I… I…” your fingers tried to find purchase on the smooth quartz countertop.
“You are pathetic. You were so easy to bring to my bed. You put up no fight. So eager.” The tapping stopped, and he started rubbing tight circles over you.
“Oh fffuuck T-” you inhaled sharply, “Master.”
He gave your reflection a devilish grin, “Did you dare almost use my familiar name?”
“I’m s-sorry,” you gasped. You were going to come. He hadn’t given you permission, but you couldn’t stop the crescendo. You went over the edge before you could think to warn him.
Your knees tried to buckle, but Tom pulled your hips back to him firmly. The blissful delirium was short-lived. He removed his hand too soon, and your orgasmic song quickly turned into whimpers. You went to move your hand between your legs to chase the fading feeling of raw pleasure, but Tom caught your wrist and pressed it against the counter.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Please…”
He tutted, “Naughty, naughty.”
“I’m sorry, Master. My King.”
He pressed into you slowly. Too slowly. You pushed your hips back to hurry him along. He responded by pulling out of you and smiled as he heard your high-pitched whine.
“Maaassterrr… I need it. I need your cum inside me. Please…”
Tom watched the undulation of your hips as you writhed, desperate for him. His cock was aching for you in return. “Greedy peasant.”
He wanted to deny you, to tease you until you were begging. Another time, perhaps. He couldn’t wait another minute for you, for your perfect little pussy, always so wet and tight for him.
He held tight to your hips and took you roughly. You watched his face in the mirror with your mouth agape and panting. There it was. His bottom jaw pushed out a fraction farther than the top. His lips pulled back over his teeth as he sucked in quick breaths.
He cursed and grunted. The sharp sound of your skin smacking as he fucked you bounced around the room.
Give it to me, baby. I want it all.
He brought the fingers of his right hand back around to stroke your clit. “Come now, my little pet. Come around my cock.”
Your eyes squeezed shut, and you concentrated on the heat building between your legs. Soon, you were crying out Tom’s name as your body twitched and spasmed.
“Fuck, woman…” his pace stuttered, and you felt his cock jerk and throb as he coated your channel.
He ran his large hands all over the soft skin of your back as he tried to catch his breath. Once he finally regained his wits, he caught you giggling at his reflection in the mirror.
“What is funny?” His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was still ragged.
“I just hope I can walk normally again before my curtain call.”
He gave you another one of his adorably shy laughs that you loved so much, “The show must go on.”
He pulled out of you slowly, most of his spend following and sliding down your leg. He retrieved a clean washcloth from the linen cupboard and wet it under the hot water.
As he cleaned you off, you looked into the camera’s lens, “And, scene.” He laughed with you as you stopped the recording.
“You are going to delete that, right?”
“Let’s not be hasty. When you get this role, you will be gone for weeks with a whole ocean between us.” You winked at him.
“If I get this role, darling. If.” He placed his hand on the side of your neck and rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “But thank you for believing in me. I love you.”
His eyes were sparkling with post-orgasmic magic, and you felt your heart flip in your chest.
“I love you, too.”
He kissed you tenderly for what felt like several minutes before releasing you with a final kiss on the forehead.
Weak-kneed and twitterpated, you slipped back into his T-shirt and went to your dresser to pull on some leggings. You grabbed a hand mirror and motioned for Tom to join you.
“I can’t believe we just made a sex tape.”
“It’s homework. Try not to get too excited.”
“They never doled out homework like this at RADA.” He followed you to the bed, shirtless and barefoot, his favorite grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. He snuggled up beside you as you played back the scandalous video.
“That’s what I look like while I’m…” you peeked at the phone through your fingers.
“No use being shy now.” Tom pulled your hand away from your face and kissed your knuckles, not looking away from the part of the video where you were pleasuring him with your mouth.
He watched the video, transfixed. “Mmm… I’ve changed my mind. Do not delete this.”
You blushed, “It is quite hot, isn’t it?”
He hummed in agreement and adjusted himself in his sweats.
“There,” you hit pause, “That’s the look, babe.”
“The sexy grimace?” he chuckled.
“The one and only. Here,” you passed him the mirror. “See if you can replicate the look while your dick is soft,” you teased.
“Who says I’m soft?” he tickled your thigh as he leaned in to steal a kiss.
“Please don’t get me wound up again. I really do need to be able to walk tonight.”
During the days leading up to the audition, you would catch him practicing his villain face in the mirror well past the point where he perfected it.
When he got the call from the director asking him to be their Loki, he took you out to dinner to celebrate. He wore a bespoke blue pinstriped suit and secretly carried a small velvet ring box in his pocket.
Long time, no see. I'm returning from my unplanned two-year hiatus with something that made me laugh out loud. You see, way back in the summer of 2023, I wrote a gratuitous, lusty, and self-indulgent piece of pure smut for my own amusement and shared it with my fellow thirsty whores on the interwebs.
I've written little bits here and there since but my verve for writing waned almost abruptly as it began. My little slutty blog went dark and my pages on AO3 and Wattpad were all but forgotten...
Until this push notification popped up on my phone and caught my attention:
I had to stop myself from cackling. After 2 1/2 years, my little fic with only a handful of views gets the chop! 😂
RIP Audition. Your life on Wattpad was short-lived. I will give you a revival here on Tumblr where you can be appreciated for all of your tawdry filth.
If you are so inclined, please enjoy my TWH one-shot "The Audition". Though proceed with caution; it may be too hot for some readers!!
Obligatory eclipse pics. We loaded up the kids and traveled an hour and a half north to picnic and play while we waited for the totality.
Such an amazing experience. The witchy vibes were strong and I might have convinced my youngest to frolic in a circle with me and offer up thanks to the sun for returning. 😅
Summary: Threats of war have the Kingdom of Asgard on edge. The King and his counsel have been working nonstop to prepare the realm for the worst-case scenario. Newlyweds Loki and Sigyn steal moments together when they can.
After weeks of pining for her husband, Sigyn decides to take matters into her own hands and surprise Loki at work. He welcomes the unexpected visit from his wife and the newlyweds make the most of their time together.
Word Count: 3300
Rating: Explicit
*This story is for mature audiences only. * 18+
*Minors DNI*
Tags: Oral sex, Cock Warming, Semi-Public Sex
Sigyn barely saw Loki over the next few weeks. He rose before dawn and worked with the King and council until late in the evenings. He was coming home late and falling straight into bed long after the sun had gone down, physically, and mentally exhausted.
And she missed him. And she felt greedy for missing him. She knew when she married him that he had a duty to the realm but that did nothing to stop the ache of need that plagued her. She missed sharing meals with him, going on long walks with him, kissing him, and touching him.
She had her projects to keep her busy, of course, but her mind was never one hundred percent on any given task. Loki was always there in the back of her mind. She worried if he was eating enough or if the council was putting too much work on him. She knew he was not getting enough sleep, but she was hopeful this threat of war would pass and resolve itself quietly.
One morning she woke from a dream panting and breathless. An ache between her thighs the likes of which she had not felt in a very long time. It had been three weeks since she and Loki had made love. Three weeks! The longest they have ever gone without each other. She would settle for a quickie if she ever caught him alone long enough, but by the time he joined her in their bed, he only had energy enough for a brief cuddle and a few chaste kisses before he succumbed to restless sleep.
Something had to give, she had to make him carve an hour out of his schedule during the day to spend time with her. As she soaked in her morning bath, a plan formed in her mind. Was it desperate? Yes. Did she care? No.
It was late morning as Sigyn made her way through the palace, a basket of goodies hung from the crook of her elbow. She greeted Loki’s long-time assistant, Karl, with a pleasant smile. The area was abuzz with activity. People were dashing to and fro, passing papers and files and messages back and forth.
Karl bowed to Sigyn when he caught sight of her. “Your Highness.”
“Good morning, Karl. Is the Prince in his office?” She motioned to her basket. “I have brought him some food. I hoped I might share a meal with him for a change.”
He gave her a nervous laugh, “His Highness is in there, but…”
“Oh, thank you, Karl. Here,” she plucked one of the wrapped sandwiches from her basket, “eat a little something. You are looking a little peaked.”
She gave him no opportunity to respond as she breezed past him and slid into Loki’s office before he could stop her.
Loki looked up startled, “Sigyn?! What are you doing here, sweetling?”
“I brought you some lunch.” She held up the basket.
Karl was right behind her, “Apologies, Your Highness, she did not give me a chance to tell her you were busy.”
“That will be all, Karl. Please shut the door on your way out. Thank you.”
He bowed and quickly made his exit.
“Don’t be cross with me. I am worried that you have not been taking care of yourself and I could not let another day pass without sharing a meal with you.” She set the basket on top of a low cabinet by his window.
He set his quill down and held his arms out to her, “I could never be cross with you for thinking of me so kindly.” He pulled her down into his lap and kissed her temple. “This is a very pleasant surprise. I have missed our talks during mealtimes.”
“Oh, Loki. I have missed you terribly.” Her bottom lip quivered, betraying the brave front she was determined to put up for him. She threw her arms around him and buried her face in his neck.
“There, there, my love.” His warm hands stroked the bare skin of her back. Sigyn intentionally wore a very thin, backless summer dress, despite the nip in the early spring air, and opted to forego any undergarments, hoping lunch would take a turn into something more. “It's all right. Come now,” he sat her up straight, “let me have a look at you.” He held her chin in his hand as he gazed at her. She practically melted into his lap, his ocean-blue eyes etched with concern. “My pretty wife. I fear I have neglected you for far too long.”
His lips brushed hers and a storm of butterflies soared through her belly. The soft contact brought a needy whine to her lips. She ran her hands through his hair and pressed into him, parting her lips, and greeting his tongue with hers.
She resisted the urge to moan into his mouth, relishing the taste of him and the feel of his silky hair in her hands.
He reluctantly broke their kiss, “Did you come here to eat or…?” His grip was tight on her hips.
“I could wait to eat,” she panted. “What about you? Are you hungry?”
She watched the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly, “Ravenous.”
Loki used his seidr to banish the items from the top of his desk and had Sigyn on her back in an instant. He slid her wispy dress up her thighs and groaned in approval at the sight of her bare sex. “Was this your plan all along? Fein concern for my well-being and seduce me?”
She hesitated, she knew he could tell if she lied to him, “I am concerned for your well-being. But I am also desperate for your body. Does that make me a terrible person?”
He chuckled darkly, his hot breath fanned her wet cunt and caused her to squirm where she lay. “No, kitten.” He licked a stripe up the center of her and was rewarded with a needy moan. “You are a very good person.” He kissed her thigh. “The best person I know.” He kissed her other thigh. “Now be a very good girl for me and put your feet on my shoulders.” She kicked off her slippers and obeyed.
He held her thighs as he dined on her. Loki delighted in the fact that anyone on the other side of the door would be an audience to Sigyn’s moans of pleasure and cries of praise for his ministrations. She held nothing back as she climaxed, “Gods yes, Loki! I’m coming!”
She laid across his desk and twitched and shook as pleasant aftershocks wracked her body, moving her feet to his lap, it took her a few moments to come down.
“Norns, Loki.” She sat up slowly and found Loki watching her as he leaned back in his chair, a mischievous grin on his face and a huge bulge in his trousers. Sigyn bit her lip, “Your turn.”
She stood on shaky legs and moved to kneel between Loki’s feet, but he stopped her, pulling her down to straddle his long thighs instead. “I am afraid there is no time for that, kitten. I have a meeting with my liaison from the West. He should arrive any minute now.” The mischief danced merrily in his eyes and she knew he was up to something.
“Is that so?” She palmed his erection through the leather of his trousers, “What are you going to do about this? It is far too big of a thing to hide in plain sight.”
He walked his fingers up her thighs and made his way to her ass, squeezing her with both his large hands. “That is why I intend to hide it out of sight.” Mischief radiated off him in waves, causing Sigyn’s cunt to clench around nothing.
She swallowed thickly, “Out of sight where?”
He smirked, “Be a good girl and free me from these confines, wife.”
Sigyn sensed that something devilishly wicked awaited her and she was suddenly filled with anticipation, a dull throb started between her legs again as she unfastened his trousers and liberated his glorious cock. Her mouth watered at the sight of it and a needy whimper escaped her lips as she pumped his shaft and cupped his balls.
Loki pulled her closer and claimed her mouth, kissing her frantically as she worked him. Without warning, he moved her hands to his shoulders. She was confused for but a brief second before she felt him guide her hips forward and position himself at her entrance. She lifted her hips and lowered herself onto him, throwing her head back with a moan as he filled her. Circling her hips and grinding down on him, she savored the familiar stretch of her walls as her body welcomed him home.
Once he was fully seated inside her, she started to roll her hips quickly, knowing they had little time to finish. But Loki used his large hands to still her body. Kissing her sweetly and caressing the bare skin of her legs and back, “Sit still for me, pretty girl.”
Whimpering in protest, “Loki…”
“Hush.” She let his hand guide her head to his shoulder, then he adjusted the skirt of her dress to cover them as she perched on his lap. “Be my very good girl and keep my cock warm while I take my meeting.” She clenched and throbbed around him in response, earning her a moan and a pat on the rump. “Good, good girl.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder as he summoned his paperwork back and rolled his chair close to his desk.
“Ah, Loki. I can’t.” She rolled her hips, and Loki pressed her down, stilling her once again.
“You can and you will.” His cock throbbed inside her and her cunt pulsed in response.
“Loki, please! It has been weeks.” Tears pricked her eyes, and she pressed her lips into his neck under his ear. “I need you.”
“And you have me.” He gave her the tiniest press up with his hips, “You want me inside you, do you not?”
“Ugh, yes, of course. But-”
“Be the sweetest girl, hold very still and you will be rewarded.”
“But-”
Three solid knocks came from the other side of his door.
“Loki!” Sigyn hissed.
“Close your eyes and do not move.” He whispered to her before he called, “Enter.”
Sigyn dropped her arms to Loki’s side and closed her eyes as she rested her head back on his shoulder.
Karl opened the door only wide enough to poke his head through. “Your Highness, your liaison from the Western Territory is here. What should I tell him?”
Loki looked up from his ledger and motioned with his quill, “Show him in.”
“Sir?” He looked at Sigyn perched on his lap, appearing to be asleep.
Loki raised his eyebrows to him, “Yes?”
“Are you certain, sir?”
“Do not leave the man standing out there, show him in, please. I have much to do so get on with it.”
“Yes, sir.” He opened the door wide and ushered the Prince’s visitor inside.
“Your Highness.” James bowed. “Have I caught you at a bad time?”
Loki chuckled and shifted slightly in his seat as he leaned forward and extended his hand to him. “Not at all. But do excuse me if I do not get up.” He shook Loki’s hand. Loki motioned for him to take a seat across from him and continued, “I’m afraid my dear wife has not been sleeping well these past weeks. She came to bring me lunch,” he motioned toward the basket, “but fell asleep whilst we were talking. I did not have the heart to wake her, poor dear.” He ran a hand up her back and patted her hair.”
“Ah, yes. My wife is quite troubled as well, but alas, she does not seek out solace in my embrace as yours does.”
“Well, we are newlywed. My friends warn me she will become less generous with her affection as the years go by.” At that, Sigyn squeezed his cock and pressed a tiny pinch to his side through his tunic. He shifted and pressed up slightly in response, sending a fresh wave of heat through her body. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from whimpering.
“Are you sure we will not disturb her? We can move this meeting to the afternoon if needed.”
“No need. My Sigyn is a very sound sleeper. Now let me see what news you brought me regarding our steel production.”
James pulled out a thick file from his satchel and placed it in front of the prince. The two men went on with their meeting as if Sigyn wasn’t even in the room. Like it was completely normal for a grown woman to fall asleep atop her husband’s lap. His visitor was completely oblivious to the fact that Loki was buried to the hilt inside her. The thought of it and the fear of being discovered elicited a thrill from her and kept her throbbing with anticipation.
Tiny thrusts and twitches were the only indication that Loki was still aroused. His voice never faltered when he spoke, and his hands stayed steady as he flipped through page after page of inventory ledgers. His voice caught only once as Sigyn flexed and clenched around his cock, but he quickly covered it with a yawn and a sincere apology to his guest.
Sigyn did not know how he was keeping so composed. The meeting seemed to drag on and on all the while she sat impaled on his cock, throbbing and aching to move. So sensitive she was at this point that even the friction from the slightest shift sent currents of pleasure shooting through her body. The effort it was taking to keep from moving her hips was causing her breaths to become shallower, and tiny beads of perspiration began to dot her forehead. She had to be conscious of the moans and whimpers that threatened to escape her lips. All the while her clit ached with need.
She tried to distract herself, to focus on something other than her husband’s cock stuffed deep inside her. She tried to follow what the men were discussing, but she found the topic so boring, she couldn’t keep her attention there. She started reciting poems in her head and that would help briefly until Loki would shift in his seat and create the slightest bit of friction, causing her to clench and throb anew.
How much time had passed? She had no idea. Had the chimes rung in the palace indicating a new hour? No. She would have heard them. Or would she? She was putting so much effort into holding still she could have missed the sound. Maybe it had only been a few minutes, but her sweet agony had drawn them out and made them feel longer.
Finally, she heard the conversation wrapping up.
“Thank you for your time today, James. Again, excuse me if I don’t show you out.”
James chuckled, “Of course, Your Highness. I am happy knowing our Princess got some much-needed rest. I am only sorry I did not get to meet her properly.”
“Stay for dinner. I will bring her to the dining hall tonight.”
“Thank you, Your Highness. I am looking forward to it.” He bowed and closed the door quietly behind him as he left.
Loki patted Sigyn’s bum and whispered in her ear, “Very well done, my good girl. I am very proud of you.”
Relief and pride and arousal all washed over her in that instant. She kissed him eagerly and buried her hands in his hair. He held her hips and gently thrust up into her, she was oversensitive, and her body bucked and jerked at the sensation A sharp cry broke from her lips.
“Norns, Loki! It was so difficult to stay still.”
“I know, precious. But you did so well. You have earned your reward.” He kissed along her jaw and down her neck.
“Can I have two rewards?” Her head lolled back as their bodies found a rhythm. Loki’s chair was creaking loudly as they moved.
He smiled against the skin of her neck, “You can have whatever you want.”
“I think first I would like you to bend me over your desk.”
Loki moaned, “Norns, yes, Sigyn.”
“Then I would like for you to have lunch with me.”
“Sounds perfect.”
This time he did not use his seidr, he pushed the files and memos off his desk with a sweep of his arm. He stood her up and spun her around as he pulled her back to his chest, running his hands over her breasts and hips, he kissed her neck and shoulders.
Gently, he bent her over the edge of his desk and gathered up her skirts. He kicked her feet apart and slid into her as he admired the view from this vantage point, rubbing his large hands over her back, hips, and ass. He held her hips and took her hard and fast. Drawers rattled and the wood creaked on the large antique desk. He earned lots of praise and dirty talk from Sigyn between her moans of pleasure.
Afterward, Loki cleaned them up with his seidr and they had a makeshift picnic on the floor in his office, appreciating each other’s company, and talking about everything but war preparations.
Loki was feeding Sigyn a piece of cake with honey, teasing her by pulling it away before she could get a bite. Honey had dripped on her bottom lip, and he quickly ducked down to clean it off with his tongue. Their play quickly turned into passion and Loki rolled her onto her back. He was just freeing her breast from her dress when there was a knock on the door.
“No!” Loki called and lowered his mouth to her nipple.
Karl stammered on the other side of the door, “I am terribly sorry, Your Highness, but-”
“I said no!”
“Orders from The King, Your Highness.” Karl managed quickly.
“Fuck.” Loki pulled the fabric back over her breast and helped her to sit up. “Enter!”
Karl entered quickly and bowed, “Your Highnesses, I do hate interrupting your… lunch, but The King has called for a meeting of his council.”
“Very well.” Loki said wearily, “When is this meeting to take place?”
“Now, Your Highness. The King requests that you come at once.”
Sigyn caught the split-second look of panic in his eyes before he quickly composed his features. “Thank you, Karl. Prepare my things as I bid my wife farewell.”
He bowed and exited swiftly.
Loki gave her an apologetic look, “I am sorry I have to cut our time short, my love.”
She took his face in her hands, “The King needs you.”
“And I need you.” He covered one of her hands with his and rubbed his thumb along hers. “I do not know when things will return to normal.”
“I know.” She gave him a sweet smile. “We will get through this.”
He pulled her into a warm embrace and buried his face in her hair.
“Come on. Chin up. You should not keep your father waiting.”
“I love you, Sigyn. Please know that I am missing you as much as you are missing me.”
“I know. I love you too.”
He pulled back and gave her a mischievous grin, “You know, I am never going to be able to sit down to work at that desk again without thinking about what we did on it today.”
“Good!”
He gave her one more long, lingering kiss before he left for his meeting.
My husband and I are huge Ted Lasso fans. Our favorite character on the show is Roy Kent played by the brilliant Brett Goldstein. Tonight we sat in the front row at his show.
I almost fell out of my seat when he made eye contact. But later, toward the middle of the show, not only did he asked how long we have been married, he told me I looked 17 years old!!!
When I tell you my soul left my body ⚰️⚰️⚰️
We were allowed to get our phones out at the end but I was too busy cheering and applauding to realize until he was on the other side of the stage.
Summary: Lex is left penis-sitting as Loki departs for Asgard
(A/N - My eternal thanks to @lokisgoodgirl and her incredible photo-shop skills, which created the ultimate dick pic. Miraculously, one we might all be happy to receive!)
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Later, in the Avengers' Tower
Loki’s final preparations passed in a blur and before she’d had the chance to fully process everything which had happened, Lex found herself alone in the bedroom, the giant Sigil of Asgard burned into the carpet in front of her and the princely penis lying heavy in her arms.
The remaining part of Loki had twitched violently as its owner departed but seemed to recover almost immediately and was now nudging hopefully at Lex’s cleavage as she stared into space.
As the prodding grew more insistent she gave a sigh and tried to decide what to do with her uninvited house guest. Lex had never owned a pet, more importantly she’d never wanted a pet and now found the weight of responsibility sitting heavily on her shoulders.
“What am I going to do with you?”
Despite the question being entirely rhetorical, the penis nuzzled harder, clearly eager to steer the conversation towards the bed behind them.
Lex gave a wry smile. “Nice try, sunshine.” She frowned, sunshine seemed an entirely inappropriate nickname, since he was clearly happiest ‘where the sun don’t shine’, but she found the idea of calling him ‘Loki’s dismembered penis’ far more disturbing.
He needed a name. Mini Mischief sounded like a cartoon character and The Royal Prick sounded rude. She gave a sigh. “I shall call thee Richard,” she said, “because we both know you’re going to be an enormous dick, in all senses of the word.”
Lex groaned as she got to her feet. It has been a brutal day and all she wanted to do was sleep.
“I think we can forgo the royal bathtime for one evening,” she said, “I’m sure he took care of that before he left. So we just need to decide where you’re going to spend the night.”
Richard made another concerted effort to peer past her arm towards the canopied bed but Lex forstalled any arguments with a snap of her fingers. “I know the perfect spot!” she said, opening her underwear drawer and placing him carefully on a pile of lace and satin lingerie. “You’re always keen to get in my knickers, now you can spend the whole night there.”
Careful to leave an inch gap as she pushed it closed, there was an audible thump from the depths of the cabinet and the sound of disgruntled rummaging.
Lex sighed, it was going to be a long night. As the noise levels of the mini tantrum increased until they began to reverberate through the room she rapped sharply on the side of the cabinet. “Pack it in, or I’ll close the drawer fully!”
She knew she was imagining it, but was almost certain she heard Richard huff in response, but he did, at least, fall silent.
After a restless night in which Lex tried to get comfortable in a bed that had clearly been designed for someone twice her size, she was roused by a loud knocking at her door. Fumbling for her glasses, she pulled on a robe and found Thor waiting in the corridor outside.
Thor leaned against the wall opposite and gave her an encouraging smile.
“I thought I’d stop by and see how you were feeling this morning,” he said, “did you sleep well?”
Ushering him inside, Lex found the bright lie she’d been trying to summon dying on her lips at the soft look of understanding in his eyes and instead she gestured to the rumpled bed. “About as well as you’d expect,” she admitted. “It’s an awfully big bed when there’s only one person in it. And everything in here smells of Loki, so I just miss him all the more.”
There was the sound of scuffling and before Lex could slam the drawer closed, Richard peered over the top.
Thor gave a grunt of recognition. “But I see Loki left his best part behind to keep you company,” he said.
Lex blinked in surprise. “You recognise him?”
“I should think so,” Thor replied, “Loki left it lying in wait for me in my chambers enough times when we were growing up.” He gave a shudder at the memory.
“Oh… so he does this a lot?” For some reason, Lex felt disappointed.
“Not like this,” Thor said, a frown creasing his normally sunny expression. “In truth, I’ve never known him let it out of his sight before. When he was using it to torment me, he would always be hiding in a closet nearby, just in case I decided to take a hammer to his intimate parts.”
Feeling slightly cheered, Lex smiled, “Oh!”
“He must trust you very much.”
Lex felt a sudden stab of guilt at how she’d been ignoring her unexpected visitor and resolved in that moment to do better.
An hour and half later, having attempted to follow Loki’s neat instructions to the letter, Lex wrapped Richard in a large warm towel and gently patted any remaining moisture away. His head peaked out the top and she suppressed a giggle.
“You look like you’re cos-playing a Sith Lord…” she trailed off as an idea occurred to her. “Come on,” she said, grabbing a large square of silk that Loki had given her which she had no idea how to wear and carefully bundled Richard into her backpack. “Field trip!”
In the Labs
“Whatcha doing?” Tony asked, leaning over her shoulder and peering at the small piece of gold coloured metal she was soldering.
“Oh, you know, keeping busy,” Lex replied, hunching further over her bench to hide what she was working on. But Tony would not be diverted.
“Is that a miniature of Loki’s Helm?” he asked.
Lex grunted, and then yelped as he snatched the tiny, horned helmet from her fingers. “Hey! I was working on that!”
“This is really good!” Tony said, the surprise clear in his tone. “Maybe we should do a line of Avenger’s collectables? We could do a helmet for me, this helm for Loki, a hammer for Thor and then there’s Steve’s shield, Bucky’s arm…. I’ll talk to my factory in South America - if we can get the prototypes to them by the end of the week, we might be able to get these into shops in time for Christmas.
Lex muttered something non-committal as she reclaimed her craft project and got to her feet, clutching the miniature replica of Loki’s helm so tightly, the horns dug into the palm of her hand.
Back in her rooms, she recovered ‘Richard’ from where he lay swaddled in her rucksack and placed him on the desk. Once she’d petted him a few times to ensure he’d stopped sulking and was standing to full attention, she produced the tiny helm and accompanying green cloak.
“Now hold still…I don’t want the glue to get anywhere it shouldn’t….”
On Asgard….
Loki was readying himself for the state banquet, when his hands suddenly jerked to a halt and his eyes flew wide. What in the Nine was she doing? he asked himself with a wince. It felt like his most treasured possession was currently placed in a vise - sharp edges of metal digging into the delicate skin.
He was already aware that Lex had taken several shortcuts with the recommended ablutions, but he couldn’t believe she would stoop so low as to actually cause harm to such a vulnerable and treasured part of himself.
Fishing his cell phone he stabbed at the keypad and sent a terse message.
Meanwhile, back in the Avengers' Tower
Half an hour later, hands shaking so hard from giggling so much that it took three attempts to draw the firm line of Loki’s mouth with a fine sharpie, Lex sat back on her heels and admired her handiwork.
She’d definitely captured a certain mood. The helm, the cloak, the smirk. Alright, the menacing effect was somewhat spoiled by the googly-eyes, but overall, it had far exceeded her expectations.
Her phone pinged and Lex swiped into the message center.
Tapping her fingers on the desk, Lex eyed her creation thoughtfully. The activity had merely been a way to pass the time, she had never intended to share her creativity with anyone, least of all Loki. But damn! Richard looked good! And she’d put a lot of work into that outfit: it would be a shame if she was the only one to see it.
She mentally weighed exactly how pissed off Loki would be - on a sliding scale from ‘Oh Oh OHHHHHH’ to ‘OW OW OW!!’ On one hand, he would undoubtedly take it as a massive insult to his Royal Personage, which probably meant the more ‘OW’ end of that spectrum, but there was a chance he’d be annoyed enough to call his trip short to deal with her insubordination immediately.
That would definitely be worth the risk of not being able to sit down for a few days, she decided.
She picked up her phone and tapped into the camera app. Once she’d adjusted the lighting from the desk lamp she waved an encouraging hand at Richard.
“Time for your close up! Tilt your head back a bit for me, and find your light. That’s it… now imagine it’s your coronation, the whole of Asgard gathered to see you in all your finery…. The assembled throng slowly sinking to their knees before you…. and …. THRUST!”
Before she could change her mind, Lex sent the resulting image to Loki and chewed on a fingernail, awaiting his response.
Seconds later her phone vibrated as multiple messages arrived almost one on top of each other, the outrage growing with each missive. Knowing that she remained perfectly safe while his wrath was contained in another realm, Lex waited until he’d worked himself into a state of incensed fury and then typed.
“How about I just kiss it better?”
There was a long silence, during which Lex was starting to wonder if he’d thrown his cell phone out the window, and then finally he replied.
“That would be a good place to start.”
With careful fingers, Lex removed the tiny helm and kissed the small indentations it had left in the skin. Next she peeled away the googly-eyes and gently kissed each revealed patch.
The cloak had only been held on with some double-sided tape but she ran her tongue over the abused area, to ensure there was no glue left behind. Satisfied that Richard was restored to his natural, pristine state and was not suffering from any ill-effects due to the impromptu dressing-up session, she picked up her phone once again.
Lex stared at her phone, feeling her good mood fading fast. “You wouldn’t have to call me later, if you’d invited me along,” she muttered, “or if you’d just stayed here in the first place.”
She cocked her head towards Richard. “How long do these banquetty things usually last?”
He gave a noncommittal shrug.
Lex rubbed her nose. “But long enough for us to… perhaps enjoy a nice warm bubble bath, yes?”
Richard nodded so hard he nearly fell off the desk.
Humming happily to herself, Lex swept him into her arms and headed for the bathroom.
Back on Asgard
Seated at the head of the table, Loki was aware of all eyes on him and his intended. For her part, Grenalda seemed to welcome the attention, but he was struggling to keep the boredom from his face. More than once his mother had kicked him sharply under the table as a warning to reset his expression.
Suddenly he stiffened - or at least the absent part of himself did so. Loki felt the blissful sensation of his most treasured possession being slowly immersed in a warm bath. He could feel everything: the bubbles sliding over his crown and bursting gently against his shaft, the movement of the water and… oh by the Norns, he could feel warm skin cushioning him from beneath.
Lex had joined him in the bathing ritual!!
Now he had no trouble assuming the rapturous expression his mother required. Although he had to steel himself not to cry out as he felt a warm, wet mouth sliding over his glands and taking him to the hilt. A shudder of pure pleasure ran through his limbs as his crown hit the back of her throat she swallowed around him.
Loki prided himself on his focus and ability to make meaningless small talk even when distracted. But he and Lex had spent much time working on both her technique and her stamina and he steadily felt his control eroding, one lick at a time.
As his impending orgasm roared through his veins, he tightened his grip on the tablecloth and fixed his expression as one of deep thought. But he couldn’t stop his hips from flexing a little as, far away, he felt his balls tightening.
This was it he thought, a grin stretching across his face as he closed his eyes in anticipation of that singular, glorious moment surging towards him from another realm…
And then….
And then…
And then…
Nothing…
The longed for climax remained tantalizingly close, but still out of reach.
Half an hour later his smile of satisfaction had become a grimace of discomfort. No matter how painful his arousal, or how hard he tried to focus on the sensations created by Lex’s talented mouth, his climax remained stubbornly elusive.
Belatedly it occurred to him that he should, perhaps, have done a more thorough investigation into the effects of dismemberment, before entrusting his trusty spear into the hands of another.
As he felt Lex’s teeth scrap over the now highly sensitized glands of his cock, he could not hold back a whimper.
“Are you quite alright, my dear?” his mother asked, genuine concern in her eyes.
Loki came to a snap decision and jumped to his feet, “If you will all forgive me, there is something to which I must attend.” With that, he threw down his napkin and all but sprinted from the Great Hall.
Once safely back in his quarters he fumbled for his phone, his shaking fingers barely able to access the message app let alone type anything coherent into it. He took several calming breaths and tried again.
Loki gritted his teeth as he waited for her to receive and read his message. Lex would understand, he told himself, she wouldn’t deliberately torture him, she was the kindest, most thoughtful person he knew.
Norns below!!! Why was the evil harlot still stroking him???
He collapsed back, sliding down the wall as his legs gave out. His phone pinged once more and he pulled it towards him with a shaking hand.
Her message confirmed his worst fears, but he lacked the thought or co-ordination to type more than a few abject words, begging for her mercy.
Curled into a fetal position he heard his cell chime again and again but could barely raise his head to read her responses.
Eyes closed he let the blasted device slip from twitching fingers and surrendered to the effects of what he was increasingly sure would turn out to be the worst mistake of his life.
@gigglingtiggerv2 you had me at penis-sitting. 😎 Absolutely unhinged and brilliant. I love it.
@lokisgoodgirl King Schlong is utterly adorable. I full expect you and Tig to start the manufacturing of said phallic buddies for distribution under the Christmas trees of all of the SAS 😂😂
Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character (Neurodivergent)
Warnings / Tags: Jealousy / lack of body positivity / confidence issues. / Slow burn / detachable penises
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2.2k
Summary: In which Loki makes a grand gesture to assuage Lex's concerns of infidelity.
(A/N - This was the original inspiration for this piece... it's possibly one of those times when you really needed to be there... I'm sorry!)
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An hour later, Lex found herself sitting alone in one of the lower labs, staring into space. Blinking back to the present, she looked around at the empty room and a blush stained her cheeks with shame. It hadn’t been empty in here when she’d arrived, but her foul temper had clearly sent everyone scrambling to achieve minimum safe distance before her boiling rage erupted and claimed the lives of innocent bystanders.
The cup of tea Tony had made before following the retreat had long since gone cold.
Slumping over the desk, she buried her face in her hands. What was wrong with her?
It didn’t take much prodding at her emotional core to answer that question.
Jealousy.
While she recognised it, for what it was, she was stunned by the strength of her reaction. She’d never been one for violent displays of emotion, least of all jealousy, but then, she admitted quietly to herself, she’d never had anything to be jealous of before.
Her relationship with Loki had snuck up on her when she wasn’t watching. One minute she’d simply been ‘Lex’ the slightly dumpy, perennially awkward, protege of Tony Stark, who’s most noteworthy attributes were a sky high IQ, an extensive collection of niche band t-shirts and a serious social anxiety problem. Then, almost overnight, she’d suddenly become part of ‘Lex and Loki’ - one name rarely uttered without the other.
Although she loathed the attention, she loved being a part of that couplet.
More importantly, she loved him.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him. Loki had always gone to great lengths to reassure her of his feelings for her. And to everyone’s surprise, his eyes had never wandered. He had never given her the slightest twinge of concern before now. So it came as an uncomfortable, new sensation that Lex had no idea how to handle.
The root of her concern, she admitted, was that she’d never really understood what he saw in her in the first place. And she wasn’t the only one. She saw it on every face when they were introduced as a couple to someone new. That look of blanched awe when they took in Loki, then their gaze drifting lower until it reached her features and then that brief flash of puzzlement replicated time and time again.
The constant drip, drip, drip of unvoiced bewilderment, had gradually worn away at her already shaky confidence, leading her to assume that at some point Loki would start to ask himself the same question.
As he never tired of reminding people, he was a Prince of Asgard and with that title came certain expectations. Expectations, Lex knew, she was ill-equipped to fulfill. Even if that hadn’t been the case, he was Loki: tall, athletic, gorgeous, cultured and witty.
Not to mention the BDE he radiated like a beacon, drawing women to him like pheromone stunned moths.
To his credit, he’d always managed to deftly side-step the subtle advances, and defuse the more obvious approaches with charm and grace. But this wasn’t some infatuated co-worker, or random celebrity stalker. This was a six foot glamazon, with whom he’d shared flawless genetics, a royal heritage and a relationship spanning centuries. Not to mention the pneumatic bustline that was probably entitled to its own zip code.
It had to be magical, Asgardian underwear, Lex muttered under her breath. There was no way any normal person’s boobs could defy gravity like that. But she wasn’t a normal person, she reminded herself. She wasn’t a person at all. She was from Vannaheim and, quite possibly, a Goddess. She certainly looked like a Goddess.
How was she supposed to compete with that?????
She raised her eyes to the ceiling, half-heartedly seeking divine intervention when a single sheet of brilliant white paper appeared and wafted gently through the air to land on the desk in front of her.
Despite herself, she smiled. His timing was always perfect. Just like everything else about him.
My Love,
I am sorry. I should have told you about the arrangement months ago, and not allowed you to discover it in this manner.
Please come back so we can talk. I do not wish to leave you alone and upset. It breaks my heart to see you in such anguish and to know I am the cause.
Allow me to finish our conversation, I believe I may have a way to allay your fears and put your mind at rest.
Your Loki.
Lex sighed and got to her feet. As much as she wanted to hide down here in her safe space and avoid the whole awkward goodbye, she knew they needed to clear the air or their final exchange would eat away at both of them. Loki gave the impression of being emotionally untouchable - armored by that royal entitlement, but she knew he felt things very deeply, particularly where she was concerned.
Being in love meant having to consider someone else in your plans. It meant choosing to walk the more difficult path with someone, rather than run away and hide on your own.
And, of course - she rolled her eyes as she opened the door - being in love with Loki meant that path could be filled with wild beasts, hissing vipers and blonde, busty princesses.
The moment she edged through the doorway into their apartment, Loki was at her side. “Thank you,” he said, drawing her into an embrace. “I was worried I would not see you again before I was forced to leave, and that would have been–”
Lex tightened her arms around his waist and pressed her head into his chest. “I know, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stormed off, I just needed to process the whole other woman thing.” She gave a sniff, blinking back the tears that were threatening to erupt. “Though I guess if we’re getting picky, I’m the other woman.”
“You are the only woman,” he said, running soothing fingers through her hair.
Lex reluctantly released her hold and straightened, fumbling for a tissue. “So what do we do now?” she asked. “I’m jealous. I know I shouldn’t be, but I am and I don’t know how to switch that off.”
Loki nodded, “I understand and I have something for you, something that might help.” He held out a beautifully wrapped, rectangular box.
Lex gave the box a suspicious look. “This had better not be clothing,” she muttered.
“Trust me, it is not. Even I am aware that now would not be an opportune moment to address the contentious issue of your wardrobe. It is something far more important to me.”
Lex raised her eyebrows, “More important than clothing! This I have to see!” She gave the box an experimental shake, to see if anything rattled.
Lurching forward, Loki raised a hand in alarm, “Be careful! Please! It is very fragile.”
Lex frowned, the box was too big to contain jewelry, unless it was a crown but it definitely wasn’t heavy enough for that. Loki had once decked her out in a replica of the crown and jewels worn by the Queen of Asgard on formal occasions. The damn thing had nearly snapped her neck.
She carefully untied the bow, lifted the lid and unfolded the many sheets of tissue paper. There, nestled on a padded square of dark green velvet lay…
A dick…
A highly realistic, extremely detailed, flesh-coloured schlong! Every ridge and vein so carefully crafted Lex could almost see the flow of blood beneath the skin.
“A dildo!!” she said, her voice rising an octave in outrage. “This was your solution?”
“No, it’s not a dildo!” If anything, Loki sounded equally outraged.
“Oh I’m sorry, a scale replica of your junk! Something to remember you by while you're off humping the next Mrs Mischief!”
Loki sucked in an insulted breath. “It is not a ‘scale replica’! It is merely responding to your tone and volume!”
“Oh I’m sorry, did I upset the poor thing?” Lex seized hold of the offending item, fully intending to hurl it out of, if not through, the nearest window, but even in her blind rage she registered the panicked squeak from Loki.
Turning slowly, she realized he wasn’t just panicked, he looked in pain.
“Are you okay?” she asked, not lowering her hand.
Loki was doubled over, one arm wrapped around his pelvis. He raised the other towards her in a plea. “If you could just release your grip a fraction,” he gasped, “I will explain.”
Lex dropped her gaze to the thing in her hand. It didn’t just look realistic, it felt realistic. It was warm and heavy and…. Oh dear God, did it just throb beneath her fingers???!!!
Flinching back with a yelp, she released her grip and the phallus fell to the ground.
Lunging forward like a cricketer, Loki somehow managed to get his hands under the plummeting object before it hit the floor. Cradling it to his chest he reared back on his knees and flipped his hair out of his face.
“That. Was. Not. Polite!” he snarled.
Lex blanched. “Are you telling me, that thing is actually your–” Unable to articulate the word, she gestured towards his crotch where she now noticed the leather bagged slightly in the absence of its usual bulge.
“Yesss,” he hissed, “but had I known you would treat it in such cavalier fashion I would have thought twice before gifting it to you.”
“Gifting? This is your idea of a present?”
“I thought, since you had such concerns about where he might wander, you would feel reassured if you could personally keep an eye on him.”
Still struggling to wrap her head around this new development, Lex waved a hand through the air to rewind the conversation. “Hang on a minute! You mean you can just… detach him… whenever you feel like it?”
“It is not a simple procedure, I do assure you. It has taken centuries for me to develop the necessary skill and control to make this possible and it is not without significant risk or effort.”
Lex stared at him in stunned silence and then stared at the penis in his hands.
“Um, thank you?” she said, when the silence stretched out to a point indicating a reply was clearly expected.
Ignoring her, Loki continued to croon soft words to the shivering object in his arms.
Lex slowly edged closer. Taking a deep breath, she extended one hand and ran her fingertips lightly over the crown. Loki shuddered in response and released a groan.
“So, you can still feel…. him?” Lex said, “even when you’re…” she indicated the distance between them, “separated?”
“I feel everything.” Loki replied with a sharp nod. “And be aware, if you treat him, shall we say, unkindly, I will be very, very upset with you”
Lex gulped and twisted her fingers in front of her. “I’m sorry I dropped him. I will take more care, I promise.”
Seeming satisfied with her apology, Loki rose to his feet and after only a few moments of hesitation, allowed her to once again accept the precious gift of the royal scepter and orbs.
Once assured she wasn’t about to toss his prized possession across the room or into the trash, he hauled a large chest from one corner of the room and said, “Time is growing short, so I will have to keep this brief.”
Lex eyed the crate warily. “After your last gift, I’m almost afraid to open this one.”
“Far less fragile,” he said with a reassuring smile, “but still important, nonetheless.” He threw back the lid with flourish, revealing layer upon layer of jars, bottles and vials.
Lex stared at the contents and then stared at him. “Huh?”
“All the emollients, unguents, soaps, lotions, serums, oils and product necessary to maintain my - ahem, his - daily skin and hair care regime.”
“His what now?”
“Regime,” Loki repeated. At her look of horror he waved a hand and produced a slim folder, “Do not fear, I have written detailed care instructions for you.”
Lex shifted her precious burden into the crook of one arm, took the sheaf of paper from him with a shaking hand and mutely scanned the contents.
“And you will notice, all the bottles are color-coded for simplicity.”
“Simplicity,” she repeated, weakly.
Lex’s own personal skin care routine amounted to little more on a daily basis than making sure she was clean. These instructions on the other hand, which Loki had neatly inked out in his perfect calligraphy, continued for two and a half pages… front and back.
“And… and you do this to… him… every day?”
“Twice a day,” Loki replied, closing the lid of the chest with a snap of his fingers. “Morning and evening.” He moved closer and whispered in her ear, “But if you do find yourself inclined to treat him more roughly, you might want to increase the frequency with which you moisture. It helps prevent chafing.”
Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character (Neurodivergent)
Warnings / Tags: Jealousy / lack of body positivity / confidence issues. / Slow burn
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2.5k
Summary: In which Loki's attempts to explain fall on deaf ears.
(A/N - This was meant to be a short scene, leading into the main theme of the story... but it got away from me. Lex and Loki never do anything the easy way).
Chapter List
“Go on then, explain.”
The demand hung between them and the silence surrounding it grew more obvious. Determined not to give him an inch, Lex kept her back ramrod straight and held his gaze.
Eventually, Loki stepped back from the overflowing trunk and ran a hand through his hair. “You need to understand,” he said, “I am a member of the Asgardian royal family.”
“I know that,” Lex snapped. Under her breath she muttered, “Everybody knows that. It’s not like you’d let anyone forget it.”
The look on his face told her that he caught the whispered words, but then he gave himself a shake and continued, “Then you must understand that as such, I have certain obligations to fulfill.”
A chill started seeping into her bones and she dug her fingers into the bedding for support. Lex didn’t like where this explanation was headed.
“You really are engaged?” she whispered.
Loki waved a hand through the air. “Engagements are nothing more than a useful tool of diplomacy. It’s not personal and certainly not romantic. Grenalda and I were promised to one another when we were still in our cradles. Neither of us had any say in the matter.”
Lex could feel her mouth opening and closing but no words emerged.
In the face of her silence, Loki continued. “Her family is closely related to the ruling family of Vannaheim. Our arrangement has helped ensure the peace between our two nations for centuries. It exists purely as a political document. It has no bearing on my feelings towards you.”
Lex frowned. He was trying to make it sound like she was the one being unreasonable here, but he was the one who lied… or, if not lied, certainly failed to mention this prior obligation. Raising her chin, she said, “If it’s just a signature on a piece of paper, why didn’t you tell me?”
She could hear Loki grinding his teeth, but she held his gaze. Eventually, in a tight voice he said, “Because I knew how you would react and I hoped that I–”
“-would be able to slip away for some off-world nookie without me noticing?” Lex finished, a thin layer of acid coating every word.
“That is not what will be taking place,” he said, with an emphatic grunt. “This meeting is a formal state visit, nothing more.”
“And what happens at these ‘Oh so formal’ get-togethers?”
With a shrug, Loki resumed his packing, carefully lifting the crumpled pile of scarves she’d displaced and smoothing out each one, ready to be re-folded. “It will be unspeakably dull. There will be a feast where we sit next to each other and attempt small talk for several interminable hours. A thankfully, brief ceremony where we reaffirm our commitment to each other and our realms and finally a ball where we will be expected to dance. Twice.” Folding a scarf into a perfect, geometrical square, he placed it in the trunk, before adding, almost as an afterthought, “Oh and there will be the obligatory exchange of tokens.”
Lex stiffened. “Tokens?” Her voice rose. “Tokens!! As in: The bearer of this token is entitled to one ride on Loki’s Love Stick!”
Loki’s eyes widened, “What? No!”
“Oh please - I’ve seen you dance!”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means, there is a reason why Tony has now banned you from dancing at any of his events. Did you forget what happened at the tea dance Steve organized?”
Expression distant, a smile curved Loki’s lips, “Oh yes, that was an enchanting afternoon as I recall.”
Stalking across the room, Lex smacked him on the arm. “Exactly! This is what I’m talking about.”
“I seem to remember it was not just me who provoked that ban. I believe the Midgardian phrase is: ‘It takes two to tango’.”
Lex folded her arms and scowled at him. “I was just following your lead.”
“With much enthusiasm as I recall.”
“Which is exactly my point. You start dancing and Grenalda might become very enthusiastic herself!”
Waving away her concerns with a dismissive hand, Loki returned to his packing. “Trust me. I’m not her type. She has no interest in me in that manner.”
“Is she blind!”
“No. But her tastes run more to burley stable lads and she ranks stamina far more desirable than witty conversation.”
“You’ve never been lacking in the stamina department,” Lex muttered.
“Thank you.”
“That wasn’t a compliment!”
“Nonetheless I take it as such.” Straightening to his full height, he pulled Lex round to face him and stroked a lock of hair back from her face. “But regardless of any interest from Grenalda - real or entirely imaginary on your part - I have no interest in her.”
His hands descended slowly until they were looped around her waist and Lex felt that same gravitational pull she always experienced when they were together. Resting her face against his chest, she whispered, “Really?”
“Truely.”
Lex could sense the sincerity behind that single word and softened against him, letting his steady heart beat sooth her anxiety and calm her racing thoughts. She didn’t have anything to worry about, she knew that. Whoever this Grenalda was, whatever convoluted past she and Loki shared, it made no difference to what they had together.
Loki ran a hand up her back, pressing her closer, his cheek resting against the top of her head and she could hear his heart rate slowing further as he breathed in her scent.
This was what ‘right’ felt like, she told herself. It didn’t matter what was written on some official document on another planet. This was real, regardless of the existence of Grenalda the fiance. What sort of a name was Grenalda anyway? The woman sounded like some third-rate soprano auditioning for an amateur Wagner production.
But that thought buzzed in her head, refusing to melt away beneath his caress. In all honesty, she had no idea who this woman was or what she looked like?
“Is it important?”
Lex blinked. She hadn’t meant to ask the question out loud, but now she had, it was hard to retract. “It’s important to me.” she said quickly, and then forced a smile, adding, “I need to know what I’m up against here.”
Loki nuzzled his face deeper into her hair, his lips brushing against her ear. “You could be up against that wall over there, so we can say a proper adieu, if you’d stop arguing with me,” he whispered.
Lex frowned. Was he trying to distract her?
His hands slid lower, cupping her butt and lifting her feet from the floor as he flexed his hips against hers, and Lex’s eyes flew wide.
He was! He was trying to sex her out of her bad mood!
Wriggling out of his embrace and forcing away the enticing images he’d conjured, Lex raised a warning hand. “Or I could just ask Thor - I’m sure he has an official court portrait somewhere.”
With a heavy sigh, Loki carefully moved a pile of cravats out of the way and sank onto the bed. “Fine. If this is what it will take to set your mind at rest…” He made a small gesture and the air between them shimmered before resolving into the image of a woman.
A highly striking woman.
Amazonian was the first word to spring to Lex’s mind.
She felt her mouth drop open.
Grenalda had to be at least six foot tall, with the kind of red hair that dyes simply could not replicate. The haughty raise of her chin, and gleam in her glittering, green eyes could have been considered cold, if it wasn’t for the naughty grin kicking up one corner of her lips, as if she’d just whispered a filthy joke, right before the image was captured.
In the illusion she was wearing a beautiful, diaphanous gown - the kind Lex instinctively knew Loki would approve of - but despite the flimsiness of the fabric, her boobs seemed to levitate in front of her, barely contained by the gauzy bodice.
“You see,” Loki said, “you have nothing to worry about.”
Recovering the power of speech, Lex tore her eyes away from the 3D image. “Nothing to worry about! Are you kidding me? She’s gorgeous! I’d do her and I’m not even into chicks!”
“Really?! If I’d known you were interested in that kind of exploration, I would have invited her to visit long ago.”
Lex rubbed a hand over her eyes to dispel the seering image of the woman and then she froze. “Wait, does that mean you’re in touch with her outside of these ‘official’ engagements?”
Loki suddenly became very interested in the pile of scarves.
Tapping her foot, Lex waited.
Finally, Loki straightened and rubbed the crick in his neck. “We occasionally exchange letters,” he admitted. “Not even proper letters, mere notes really,” he amended quickly.
Hands on hips, Lex advanced. “And in those notes, have you ever mentioned me?”
Loki shifted his weight and looked uncomfortable. “It’s a very delicate situation. The negotiations alone have taken–”
“Oh! My! God!” Slumping onto the bed, Lex buried her face in her hands.
Loki pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed heavily and then sat beside her. Prying her hands away from her face, he gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. “What I’m about to say must not leave this chamber, do you understand?”
Lex frowned and then nodded.
Loki glanced over his shoulder, as if he didn’t entirely trust the privacy spells he, himself had instigated. In a low tone he said, “Neither Grenalda nor I have any intention of ever getting married. Not to each other at least. We meet, as we must, every few centuries and we take it in turns to push the wedding date back another couple of hundred years.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely. The engagement itself is enough to shore up the ties between Asgard and Vannaheim, an actual wedding would be entirely unnecessary - not to mention, counter productive.”
Lex squinted at him. “Huh?”
“Grenalda and I get along much better when separated by distance. The more distance the better. If we were actually to wed, and were forced to share the same kingdom, let alone the same palace, the entire arrangement would break down in a matter of weeks, possibly sooner. This way we keep both the peace and our freedom.”
Lex was silent as she gave this new development serious thought.
“Whose turn is it now?” she asked.
“What?”
“You said you were taking it in turns to delay the wedding. Who delayed it last time?”
“I did.”
“How?”
Loki waved a dismissive hand through the air. “I merely pointed out that the alignment of the stars was not propitious at the time, and we would be wise to wait another couple of centuries if we wished the union to be blessed with children.”
“And that worked?”
“I had charts drawn up. And I made a very compelling argument.”
“So this time, it will be down to Grenalda to come up with an excuse to delay?”
“Yes.”
“And you trust her to do that?”
“Actually, I think she has a more permanent solution in mind. She contacted me a few weeks ago and said she was re-thinking the entire arrangement. I am given to understand that something has changed.”
“What?”
“I do not know, she did not go into details. But I believe that Gren has received a better offer and wishes to be released from our agreement.”
Lex stiffened, “Gren?”
“I beg your pardon, was that a question?”
Loki’s sudden shift into more formal speech rang alarm bells along her entire nervous system and Lex leapt to her feet. “You’ve been very careful to call her Grenalda up to now… Gren seems awfully familiar for someone you’ve only met a handful of times.”
“Well, we are engaged, that does bring with it a certain loosening of formality.”
Lex started to pace, the effect somewhat spoiled by her needing to detour around the enormous trunk on each circuit. “Oh yeah, what else has been loosened over the centuries?”
Eyes narrowing slightly, Loki watched her. “So this is less about the engagement itself and more about your concerns over my past interactions with the good lady in question?”
“That’s not an answer!”
Expression frosty, Loki raised one eyebrow. “Were you under the misapprehension that I was a virgin when we met?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lex scoffed, nearly stubbing her toe on the mahogany monstrosity as she stalked past it.
“So you acknowledge that I have a past, and that it would have involved a number of dalliances?”
“A substantial number, I’m sure.”
“Quite. My point is, that was the past. Those occurrences have no bearing on what we share now.”
“Still not answering my question.”
Loki smoothed a hand down his thigh and took a breath. “I’m not sure how this helps, but yes. We have, in the past, indulged our more base curiosites, when we were much younger and the engagement was still a novelty. But the last few times we have been forced to spend time together it has been entirely platonic.”
Lex twitched and chewed on her thumb nail. He was right, this wasn’t helping. She’d always known he’d had lovers before her. Probably hundreds, possibly thousands, she’d never asked and really didn’t want to know. But now Loki was planning a trip to see one of these exes. A beautiful, busty, gravity-defying ex, with whom he’d shared a centuries long engagement. And to whom, he was still committed, if only on paper.
“You are overthinking this,” Loki said, “I can feel it. Please stop. You know it only serves to make things worse.” Getting to his feet, he gently removed her fingers from her teeth and raised them to his lips. But the gesture only made Lex more aware of the ragged state of her nails.
She was sure Gernalda never bit her nails.
They were probably expertly manicured by groveling flunkies twice a day, until they were the perfect shape for scratching her initials into Loki’s back.
Jerking her fingers away from him, she backed up a pace and balled her hand into a fist. But the image of the two of them, coiled around each other - perfect and golden and naked - refused to shift from her mind. “What if she wants a fond farewell before she ends the engagement? One last game of Goddess and the lusty stableboy for old times sake!” she said, unable to keep the shrill edge out of her voice.
Loki raised his face to the ceiling and closed his eyes. “What will it take to convince you that while I may have to be gone for a few days, my heart will remain here with you.”
“It’s not your heart I’m worried about!” Lex yelled as she wrenched open the door, “it’s parts further south that might be tempted to wander!” This time, she managed to slam it behind her, dampening spell or no dampening spell.
It should have been satisfying but it didn’t make her feel any better.
@gigglingtiggerv2 I absolutely ADORE Lex and Loki’s dynamic. 😍
Ugh. The arranged marriage entanglement. I almost feel bad for Loki. Almost. Lex may have been a little more understanding if he had been forthcoming from the beginning.
Summary: Sigyn's friends and family have begun arriving for the wedding. She catches up with her best friend and eagerly waits for Loki's return.
Loki finds it impossible to keep his thoughts (or his hands) to himself as he is reunited with his love.
Thor gets some surprising news from his father and decides to do something stupid to test Sif's feelings for him.
Word Count: 4500
Rating: Mature
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+
*Minors DNI*
Tags: Drunk Loki, Cringe PDA, Warriors Three
Chapter Index
Sigyn laughed as she set her teacup in its saucer, “No, he did not!?”
“I swear it! Right in front of my parents! I was mortified. I still cannot look my father in the eye.” Kaarina, Sigyn’s childhood friend, nibbled daintily on a lemon cookie.
Sigyn placed her hand on her chest as the fit of giggles overtook her. “Jørgen hardly seems the type. I cannot picture it.”
“I was just as surprised as you are now. I thought I was marrying the bookish one. I had no idea how voracious he could be,” Kaarina laughed.
Sigyn eyed her curiously, “But you are still enjoying married life?”
“Oh, yes. I enjoy it well enough, I suppose. I like overseeing my household. Decorating the manor was quite fun. I love sharing a bed with Jørgen," she wagged her eyebrows at her. “I have started a garden. Although, I must admit that I do get quite bored often.”
“You could find work? You would make an exceptional event planner.”
“Perhaps.” Kaarina was thoughtful for a moment, “Then again, I did put a lot of effort into finding a rich husband so that I would not have to work."
“Oh, listen to you, acting like you did not know Jørgen was completely infatuated with you since we were kids.”
“You know I love him to pieces.” She gave Sigyn a sly smile as she raised her teacup to her lips, “But he is no prince, Your Highness.”
Sigyn raised her palm to her friend, “Oh no, do not do that.” She looked over her shoulder to where her mother was taking tea with the Queen and a group of women consisting of various family and friends and wives and daughters of important nobles. “My mother is already constantly on the verge of tears. She has been weeping incessantly this past week. I do not know if she can make it through the ceremony without wailing. She is happy for me and extremely proud of herself for marrying me off to a prince, but she is not looking forward to leaving me here. She is trying to keep up appearances, but I have heard her crying to Father through the bed chamber door.”
“Is that why she got so…“ Kaarina mimicked drinking “… at the party last night?”
“I suppose. She is also anxious for Father to return.” Sigyn fiddled with her bracelet. “I must admit, I feel the same way. I have been praying to the Norns for their safe arrival.”
Kaarina looked around the lush garden, “I keep pinching myself; I cannot believe I am attending a tea party in the Queen’s Garden. Soon I will be meeting the Crown Prince of Asgard.” She sighed and brushed her long blonde hair over one shoulder. “I cannot believe he is still single.”
“Well,” Sigyn ensured no one was eavesdropping, “he has a secret ‘special friend.’”
Kaarina huffed, “Figures.”
“You are a married woman.” Sigyn chastised her friend playfully.
Kaarina shrugged, “For Prince Thor, I would make an exception. I am sure Jørgen would not mind. I would tell him I was doing it for Asgard.”
“How devoted to the realm you are,” Sigyn laughed.
“For Asgard.” Kaarina raised her cup to Sigyn.
Sigyn laughed as she clinked teacups, “For Asgard.”
Sigyn glanced in Sif’s direction, “I should give you a bit of warning, however. Not that I think you would actually offer your body up to the Prince,”
Kaarina arched an eyebrow at Sigyn as if taking that statement as a dare.
“Said special friend is at this very tea party, so you might not want to voice your lust so loudly.”
Kaarina immediately began scanning the garden, “Oooh… intriguing! Which one is she? Please give me a hint. Does the Prince have a ‘type’? Blondes, brunettes, redheads?”
“Stop it.” Sigyn laughed, “It is a secret tryst. I am not even supposed to know about it.”
“Scandalous.”
“Indeed,” she replied as she snagged a cookie from the platter.
Fortunately for Sigyn, Kaarina had arrived the same day Loki departed. Catching up with her best friend had been a needed distraction from constantly thinking about her betrothed. They stayed up until dawn that first day talking and drinking wine.
The night before the tea party was Sigyn’s premarital ceremony. She had to dutifully sit through and keep a straight face as the married women in her family prepared her for what to expect on her wedding night, the importance of producing an heir, and how those two things were connected.
Sigyn had practiced looking doe-eyed and feigning bashfulness in the mirror to prepare herself. She dared not look at Kaarina for fear that she would erupt into fits of laughter. The whole ordeal was ridiculous and antiquated, in Sigyn’s opinion.
At one point, her aunt pulled her aside, wine heavy on her breath, and told her to keep a flask of strong spirits close to hand to make the act more bearable. The pity on Sigyn’s face was mistaken for fear, and soon, her aunt told everyone who would listen about what a frightened little deer her sister had raised, which only caused Lady Anderson to drink more.
Once that mortifying part of the ceremony was over, Loki’s mother and other female family members arrived, and the fertility rituals and blessings were performed. Sigyn did not mind this part so much. She got to wear a crown of flowers and be fed different foods and drinks infused with herbs said to enhance the viability of her womb.
One part of the ritual made her nervous: she was ordered to remove her ceremonial shift dress so that runes could be painted onto her abdomen as the priestess chanted over her. She had to move very strategically to not expose the mouth-sized bruise she had discovered on the inside of her thigh. Afterward, she silently thanked the Norns for giving her healthy thighs.
Sigyn held her breath as she watched the messenger bow and place a small parchment scroll into the Queen’s hand. She studied her face intently, looking for any sign of distress as she read the note. The Queen’s face was a perfect mask of neutrality as her eyes moved back and forth as she read.
“The hunting party has been spotted on the road! They are en route to the palace and should be here within the hour.” The gathered group of women clapped as exclamations of gratitude went up to the Norns.
Sigyn chewed on her bottom lip, wondering if that was all the message relayed. She knew that worrying would not change anything, her mother worried enough for the both of them, but she could not help but feel that something was wrong.
Kaarina patted her hand, “Not much longer now. Would you like to go freshen up before we head out to meet the group?”
Sigyn nodded silently and went to seek out the Queen, “Your Majesty,” she curtsied deeply, “Will you excuse me? I wish to change and freshen up before joining the welcoming party.” She swallowed a lump in her throat, unsure why she was getting so emotional.
Frigga placed her hand on her arm and gave it a little squeeze. “Of course,” she gave her a reassuring smile, “If anything terrible had happened, they would have sent someone to let us know immediately.”
“Yes. Of course. Thank you. I am just…” Sigyn let out a long slow breath, trying to keep from crying, “I just need to lay eyes on him.”
Frigga nodded, “Go on. I will keep your mother near me.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Sigyn curtsied again and returned to Kaarina, “Let us make haste.”
Sigyn dressed in her forest green high-neck halter dress, the one she was wearing when she met Loki for the first time. It left her arms, shoulders, and most of her back bare. Kaarina helped her pin her hair into a messy bun with tendrils of her dark curls strategically kept loose. Sigyn wanted as much skin as possible exposed. She chose a gold belt and jewelry to match Loki's armor.
She rubbed a sheer rose lip stain on her bottom lip as she watched Kaarina decide which dress to change into. “Thor favors the color red,” she grinned.
“I cannot be too obvious. Hmmm… blue to match his eyes, I think.” She pulled on a beautiful ocean blue dress with a fitted bodice and little cap sleeves. She adjusted her breasts to make her cleavage more prominent. Pinching her cheeks to bring some color to them, she said, “I am ready, Siggy. Let’s get ourselves some princes!” The ladies laughed as they left Sigyn’s room arm-in-arm.
oOXOo
The late afternoon sun was filtering through the surrounding trees, casting intricate patterns on the paddocks surrounding the rows of stables. Sigyn could not recall a time when she had been more anxious as she paced at the top of the stone stairs that led to the palace.
She kept her eyes on the gates at the other end, willing them to open, straining her ears to hear the telltale sounds of the caravan approaching. ‘Open, damn it!’ she thought, ‘What is taking so long?’
“Hey, Siggy…”
Her stomach was in knots, “I can’t right now, Rina. I just… can’t. I am sorry.”
She put her hands up in defense, “Okay. I will be over here if you need me.” She moved to one of the stone benches and took a seat.
The Queen and Lady Anderson came down the path, followed by the rest of the women waiting for their men to return, including Sif and her mother.
“Nothing yet, Your Majesty.” Sigyn curtsied. The skin on her wrist was red and irritated from her bad habit of fidgeting with her bracelet when nervous.
Frigga picked up her arm and inspected it. “Come now, child.” She patted her wrist gently, “There is no need to work yourself up into such a state. What has you so agitated?”
“It is hard to explain. But I have had this feeling in the pit of my stomach since yesterday. I thought I was just getting nervous about the premarital ceremony even though…” she stopped herself from finishing that sentence when she saw her mother’s face, “I just have this nagging feeling that something is amiss.” She pressed both of her hands to her chest. “It is hard to take a deep breath. I need to know that he is okay.”
Frigga took Sigyn’s chin in her hand and looked into her eyes, “Hmmm…”
Sigyn held her breath. The Queen’s gaze seemed to bore right through her. “We just need to be patient. It should not be much longer now.”
She gave her a silent nod and a brave smile as she went to her mother. The two immediately held hands and put their foreheads together, sending silent prayers to the Norns.
Twenty more minutes passed before the sound of the caravan approaching brought Sigyn out of her meditation. She turned and stood just behind the Queen as the gates slowly began to open.
The golden banners of the royal family came into view. The King, surrounded by his guards and riding his large eight-legged horse, Sleipnir, poured through the gate, bringing cheers from the waiting women.
“Where are the princes?” Sigyn searched intently as more men and horses entered the gates. “No. Something is not right.” It was then that she spotted Hogun, looking stoic as ever. Behind him came Volstagg, Thor, Loki, and Fandral. Each looked like they could topple from their steeds at any moment.
“No! No, no, no, no, no….” Sigyn shook her head as she noticed Loki’s arm in a stark white sling and the gingerly way four grooms helped him from his horse.
“Sigyn!” Astrid yelled after her daughter as she took off running down the stairs. She pushed her way into the paddock and past countless men, elbowing her way toward the prince. A guard caught her by her forearm before she could reach him.
“Take your hand off me! Let me pass!”
Odin turned toward the commotion. He nodded to the guard, “Let her through.”
She jerked her arm away and curtsied deeply in front of the King. “Apologies, Your Majesty.”
“Rise.” He eyed her warily, “You will ruin your pretty shoes out here.”
“To Hel with my shoes! Please, Your Majesty, I wish to see His Highness. I need to get to Loki.”
Odin studied her face briefly; he took her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes, “Interesting…”
“Your Majesty?”
Odin’s eye crinkled at the corner, and he gave her a half smile as he released her. “He is not as bad as he appears. Come. I will take you to him myself.” He offered her his arm. She reached for it timidly as he led her through the group. Everyone gave them a wide berth as they passed.
“Neat trick.” She mused as everyone made way for them.
“Much more dignified than throwing elbows, wouldn’t you say?”
Sigyn blushed with embarrassment, “I am sorry for that. I saw Loki from afar, and I panicked.”
“You have spirit, child. It is refreshing to see.”
Loki was leaning heavily on a fence post when he noticed his father and Sigyn approaching. He straightened up with a wince. Damn, she is beautiful. He took a deep breath and immediately regretted it.
“Thor?”
“Brother?” he was at his side instantly.
Without taking his eyes from Sigyn, still a fair distance away, he said, “Can you find me a priest who will perform the ceremony tonight? I cannot wait another minute to marry her.”
Thor followed his stare and laughed as he looked back at his brother. “You are in no state for anything other than a bath and a good night’s sleep.”
Loki moaned, “Just look at her. Norns…. Pinch me, Brother; I must be dreaming.”
Thor pinched him, none too gently, on his arm.
“Ow! It is just a figure of speech, you oaf,” he spit as he rubbed his bicep.
“Oh, I know," he grinned at him.
“What is she doing out here? And why is she with Father?”
“Your Highnesses.” Sigyn curtsied as she released the King’s arm. “Loki, you are hurt.”
“This? No, I am fine, my sweet. Come here.” He wrapped his good arm around her waist and pulled her close to his body. He pressed her close with his large hand splayed on her bare back. She ran her hands gently over his face and head and inspected for injuries.
“You are a vision. I missed you so much.” She had no time to respond before he planted a hungry kiss on her mouth. Her eyes widened quickly before she relaxed into his kiss, running her hands through his hair, and grabbing two fistfuls to pull him closer. She could taste ale on his tongue.
Her heart was pounding in her chest. Their royal audience forgotten; she arched her back to press her chest into him. He staggered backward, pulling her with him. He grunted at the impact of his back on the fence post.
The commotion of the arriving travelers was drowned out by the sound of her heartbeat in her ears.
Lost.
She felt lost in his kisses. No one else existed. Time and space were mere words with no meaning.
He existed.
He was solid and real, and she held him tightly. He was alive and breathing; she could feel his warmth on her skin. He was hers, and she was his. She kissed him like she might never get a chance to do it again. Running her hands down his chest, she wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him.
“Ow! Darling, please…”
She was suddenly thrust back into reality: he was hurt. “How bad is it? What happened?” She started franticly tugging the side of his tunic, trying to raise it to see the damage.
“Easy.” Loki stilled her frenzied hands. “Easy, Sweetling.” He ran his thumb over her cheekbone. “I am fine.” He grinned at her. “You look downright edible right now.”
“And you look besotted.” She turned her attention to Thor, “Is he drunk?”
“Oh, we all are,” Thor said matter-of-factly, giving her a smile that made his eyes disappear.
“He needs a healer!”
“Dear girl,” she felt the King gently take her elbow and pull her back a step, creating a more appropriate space between the couple. “Trust that we have the matter well in hand. He was treated in the field, and the healer checked on him several times along our journey. We were just on our way to the soul forge to support his diagnosis that he would be back to normal in a week or so.”
“A week or so! We wed in two days!”
Sigyn’s father had made his way over at some point while she was preoccupied, “The ceremony will still proceed as scheduled, pumpkin.”
“It will take more than a couple of scratches to keep me from marrying you, kitten.” He stood upright and snatched her from his father, wrapping his arm around her again.
She tried futilely to wipe her rose-colored lipstick off his face, “I am happy it is not too serious. I was worried sick.”
Loki traced her nose with his own. “A few broken bones, a couple of scratches,” he shrugged his shoulder, “the beast tried to kill me, but I have been imbued with the Godly essence of the Æsir. I will be just fine. Your father most likely would not have survived these injuries.”
“Papa?”
“I am only standing here because Prince Loki saved my life.”
Sigyn sobbed as she looked between her father and her future husband. She threw her arms around Loki’s neck. “Thank you.”
“You are very welcome.” He ran his nose up the side of her neck and buried it in her hair. Despite the pain it caused him, he inhaled deeply. “By the Norns, Sigyn, you smell so good.”
“Oh, Loki… you just… smell.” She pulled away slightly and wrinkled her nose. Thor fell apart laughing.
Sigyn immediately regretted her words as Loki gave her an evil grin, “Perhaps you should give me a bath, Princess.”
“He is either really brave or really stupid,” Fandral whispered loudly to Thor. Lord Anderson crossed his thick arms over his chest and rolled his eyes.
“Oh, you silly prince.” Sigyn laughed nervously as she glanced around, “I am sure your mother is desperate to see you boys. Let us not keep her waiting any longer. Hmm?” She picked up Loki’s hand and rubbed his knuckles. “If you are sure you can walk?”
He kissed her temple, “I can walk, my sweet.” He kissed her knuckles, “You have yet to properly greet your father. You two go on ahead. I will meet you at the top of the stairs.” He placed her hand in her father’s. “I will be along momentarily.”
She nodded and curtsied then walked toward the palace with her father as he told her how Loki came to be injured.
“Are you all right, Son?” the King asked, one hand on Loki’s shoulder.
Loki clutched his side and shook his head, “No. She is just as breathtaking from the back. Norns,” he said as he watched her walk away.
“Right.” The King clapped his hands, “As much as I enjoyed these days away from the palace and spending time with you boys celebrating Loki’s last days of bachelorhood, I am ready for a hot bath and softer company. Let us get out of the mud and horse shit and go get ready for the feast.”
The men loudly agreed and started on their way to the palace and the women waiting ahead, out of the muck.
When he was sure they were out of earshot of the others, Odin looked over to Thor and asked, “Could there perhaps be a young woman waiting patiently for your arrival, son?”
Thor smiled thinly at his father, “If only I were as lucky as my brother. But alas, the Norns did not send me such a gift.”
“Your brother and Sigyn are a unique case. Not all love matches are destined in such a manner, and yet many a happy marriage exists.”
“I know, Father. I can be happy for him and jealous of him simultaneously, can I not?”
“Are you pining for Sigyn?” Odin looked at him, concerned. “Thor, her husband will inherit a very prestigious title. You cannot be King and Warden dually. I could not have given her to you.”
“No, no. Of course not. Please do not misunderstand me. Sigyn is… well, Sigyn is so… I mean, anyone would be a fool not to want to… Norns. I am digging myself a hole here, aren’t I?”
Odin chuckled.
“Sigyn is smart and fun. But that is not why I am jealous of Loki.” The ale in his system made him brave, and he spilled his soul.
“I want someone to look at me like she looks at him. Not just in the lusty way,” he clarified, “I have watched her at dinner, the way she looks at him while he tells her about a trade deadline or when he is getting all worked up about finding more coin in a budget,” he shook his head.
“Sometimes they just sit there and watch each other eat in silence, with these stupid grins on their faces, like it is the best thing in the universe just to be next to each other. I would trade everything for something like that.”
Odin stopped walking and turned to face his eldest son, “You are at an age when a young man’s thoughts turn to marriage and children. If you find yourself in a situation where you could be falling in love, I will ask that you come to me. If the girl is suitable, I would consider your choice.”
Thor stood in stunned silence for a moment. “I would not have to marry for political reasons? I could marry for love?”
Odin held up a finger, “Pending mine and your mother’s approval. The girl must be a good fit for a Queen and willing to produce heirs.”
“Yes, I understand.” Thor smiled broadly, “Thank you, Father.” He bowed deeply.
“You are welcome.” Odin smiled as he clapped him on the arm and led the way to the Queen.
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“It is an honor to meet you, Your Highness.” Kaarina curtsied.
“Ah, the lovely Kaarina.” Loki kissed her hand, “Sigyn has told me so much about you.”
“Likewise.” She gave him a knowing smile.
“Kaarina is married to one of our childhood friends. Well, technically, my brothers’ childhood friend, but we all spent so much time together. He will be here for the ceremony.”
“I know our whole group will be arriving for the wedding. It will be so nice having the whole gang back together. Well, minus Gunnar and Geir, sadly.” She placed a hand on Sigyn’s arm.
Sigyn forced a smile, “They will be here in spirit. Oh, look. Prince Thor?” She waved Thor over to her. “Please allow me to introduce you to my best friend and Matron of Honor, Kaarina.” Kaarina curtsied.
“Lovely to meet you, Kaarina.” Thor kissed her hand, “Matron? You are far too young and beautiful to be a matron.”
“You flatter me, My Prince.” Kaarina placed her hand on Thor’s arm. Her milky white skin flushed a pretty shade of pink. Thor smiled widely as he took in the sight of her. He was immediately taken by her crystal blue eyes and her shiny blonde locks.
“Tell me, Sigyn, are all your friends so breathtaking?”
“Well, most of my friends are men, so…”
“Sigyn was just telling us how Kaarina here is married to one of their childhood friends.” Loki poked Thor in the ribs with his slung elbow.
“Is that so? Was this a gift from him?” Thor reached over and stroked the silver pendant on her chest just above her cleavage.
“As a matter of fact, it was, Your Highness.” Keeping her head tilted down, she looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do you like it?”
“It is almost as lovely as you are. Where is your husband? I should like to meet him and tell him what a lucky man he is.”
“He is… delayed.” Kaarina gave him a sweet smile, “He is delayed on business. He should arrive just in time for the wedding ceremony…in two days.”
Thor scoffed, “I cannot imagine what kind of business would be important enough to leave you alone for so long. You must join me on the dais at dinner tonight. I insist. We can trade embarrassing stories about the bride and groom.”
“I would be honored, Your Highness.” Kaarina curtsied.
“Now, if you ladies will excuse us, I must get my brother to the hospital wing.”
“Of course,” Sigyn curtsied.
“I will see you in the feasting hall tonight, kitten. I promise to be clean and smelling sweet.” Loki pressed a kiss to her temple.
She embraced him and whispered into his ear, “What has gotten into your brother?”
“Besides several skins of ale? I am unsure.”
“Sif was staring daggers at us the whole time.”
“Ah, I will find out and report back at dinner. I love you. See you tonight.”
“I love you too. Oh, and Loki? I am truly sorry I cannot give you that bath.” She gave his butt a little pat and sent him on his way.
“What in the Nine was that all about?” Loki asked as he caught up to Thor.
“Just taking a page from your book, Brother.” He smiled and nodded to Sif as he passed her where she was standing with her mother and her returning father. A look of pure fury on her face. “If she wishes to keep me as her dirty little secret, I may as well have some fun with it. You know I would never bed another man’s wife. I am just conducting a little experiment.”
Loki laughed and put his hand on Thor’s shoulder. “Making the Lady Sif jealous? Brother! I did not know you had it in you.”
“I was imitating you. All I had to do was remember how you charm the pants off everyone you meet.” He gave him a sidelong glance, “Literally.”
“Those days are behind me now, Brother.” Loki looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening. “But while we are on the subject, let me tell you how I escaped from a dungeon on Niflheim after a dare gone wrong.”
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Summary: The long ride back to the palace has put Thor in a contemplative mood.
Word Count: 2375
Rating: Mature
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+
*Minors DNI*
Tags: Super fluff
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The healer had come shortly after breakfast to ensure Loki was well enough to ride and check his wounds. He was healing nicely with no sign of infection. The deepest gashes were still closing, but the more superficial ones looked like shiny pink lines on his back and side. His broken ribs and bruised muscles were still causing him quite a bit of pain, and he was instructed to wear the sling until the wedding.
The ride back to the capital was not a pleasant one. The jostling of the horse along the terrain ignited his pains. It was all made worse by the hangover that plagued him as well.
“I recall swearing to myself that I would never drink again after my last hangover.” Loki squinted toward his brother, who was riding beside him. Guards on horseback flanked them as they rode behind the King and his protectors, the Einherjar. Scouts had ridden ahead to ensure safe passage for the party.
The guests consisted of nearly fifty men: close friends of the princes, lesser members of the royal family, members of the royal court, and Loki’s future father-in-law and his entourage. With the addition of security and servants, the procession was quite large.
Thor had insisted that he be the one to provide the coin for all the food and drink and was even hands-on in planning the event itself, right down to the sleeping arrangements.
“Alas, we all make that promise to ourselves, only to break it as soon as the next celebration rolls around. Did you enjoy yourself, Brother?”
“As much as I can remember. How about you?”
“Ah, yes! From what I can remember.” They laughed together, “Loki, I am so sorry you got hurt. I should have been closer to your side.”
“It is no one’s fault. The Lord could not have known the biggest boar we have ever seen would choose that exact moment to come charging out of the brush. He had just set his weapon down to take a piss.” Loki shook his head at the memory.
“And here I thought, ‘Getting caught with your pants down’ was just an expression.” Thor laughed and then was serious after a moment, “The Lord would not have survived if you had not been watching his back.”
“The fates were looking out for us. I meant what I said. I am not nearly ready to take up the mantle of Warden yet. I hope to have a few sons first, raise them here in the capital before I must move to the North.” Loki looked over to find Thor staring at him, “What is it?”
“I am just trying to picture you as a father. My baby brother will be a husband in two days and a dad, Norns willing, shortly after that. It is difficult to wrap my mind around.”
“At some point, you will have to stop referring to me as your baby brother. Younger brother is more appropriate.”
“We will both be great-grandfathers, and you will still be my baby brother, baby brother.”
Thor laughed, “I clearly remember the night you were born. Nanny woke me and brought me to our parent’s chambers. Most of the royal court were loitering in the hallway, waiting for news of the queen. I remember feeling very grown-up, like I had very important business with the King, to be awoken in the middle of the night and ushered past very important adults…”
Young Prince Thor rubbed his small fists against his bleary eyes before sitting up in bed. “What did you say, Nanny?”
“I said the King requests your presence, little Prince. We must not keep him waiting.”
“Why does Father request my presence in the middle of sleep time?” Thor asked while his nanny helped him into his slippers and the dressing gown that matched his pajamas.
“The Queen has delivered the baby, My Prince. We are on our way to see your new brother or sister.”
Thor’s little heart started pounding in his chest as he jumped up and down in the nursery, “The baby is here? In Asgard?”
“Of course, in Asgard, silly Prince. Where else would it be?”
“Well, it was still in Mother’s tummy this morning.” He shrugged his tiny shoulders.
“Come along.” The nanny laughed, “Your parents are waiting on you.”
Thor took her hand as she led him down the corridor to his parent’s chambers. Seeing all the adults outside their doors, he looked up to his nanny for reassurance. She smiled down at him and gave his hand a little squeeze. Thor stood up straighter and jutted his little chin out as the adults bowed to him as he passed.
Once inside the doors, his nanny kneeled to his level. She straightened the collar on his robe and tried to flatten his cowlick to no avail.
“We must look our best to meet your new brother or sister. You ready?”
Thor could only nod; he was suddenly very nervous. He had never seen a baby before. Not in real life, anyway. Mother had shown him some picture books about babies but told him their baby might not look the same because all babies were different. She also told him he would not be allowed to play with the baby because he would be much bigger and stronger than them. Thor thought babies sounded boring, but his mother said that the baby would get bigger and he would be allowed to play with it someday.
Nanny knocked on the bed chamber door. A nurse answered and led them inside. The Queen was propped up in bed. She looked tired and sweaty. “Hello, my handsome boy. Come and hug me.”
Thor bowed quickly before running full speed and jumping onto the bed. “Easy…easy. Be gentle.” Thor gently crawled up to his mother’s outstretched arms.
“Are you sick, Mother? Did you vomit the baby out?” He looked at her belly. It was a lot smaller than it had been at breakfast.
Odin’s laughter broke his reverie. Thor looked up to see his father standing over a large wicker basket on legs. The King had not bothered to look up from whatever was in the basket.
“No, sweetheart, I am not sick. But it is a lot of work to deliver a baby. I will be just fine. I just need lots of naps and cuddles.”
“Okay.” Thor snuggled closer to his mother.
“Come, Thor.” The King walked to his side of the bed. “Do you want to see your new baby brother?”
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!” Thor sprung off the bed and into the King’s arms.
“Ooof. What are they feeding you?”
“Lots of things, Father. Nanny says if I eat all my vegetables, I will be as big and strong as you one day. So, I eat extra so I can be bigger.” Thor grinned at his father as he wrapped his little arms around his neck.
“I think you will be bigger and stronger. All Asgard will bow to the mighty Thor!” Thor shrieked as Odin tickled his belly.
A tiny cry came from the basket. Thor’s head snapped immediately to the other side of the room. “Oh dear,” Odin said, “we have woken the baby. Shall we go check on him?” Thor was suddenly nervous again.
“Yes.”
Odin carried Thor over to the bassinet. He looked down to see a tiny pink face peeking out of a swaddling of blankets. “Thor, this is Loki, your baby brother. Can you say hello to Loki?”
“Hello, Loki.” Thor waited for a response; he leaned over further. “I said hello, Loki. My name is Thor.” Loki responded by sucking on his fist. Thor looked at his father and shrugged a shoulder. “I do not think he is very smart.”
Odin shook with laughter, “Well, not yet. We must teach him.”
“Oh.” So far, Thor was unimpressed and unsure why he had to be pulled from his bed for this.
“All babies are like this when they are born. You were too. That is why we must help him learn and grow. What are you going to teach Loki, dear?” Frigga asked from the bed.
Odin sat Thor gently on the bed beside his mother. “Ummm. I can teach him games!”
“That sounds lovely! See, you are going to be a wonderful big brother.” Frigga kissed his head, “Would you like to hold the baby?”
“I guess so.”
Odin picked Loki up from the bassinet and sat on the bed's edge. “Now, you must be extremely gentle, Thor. Loki’s muscles are very weak. He cannot even hold his head up. You must keep your hand on the back of his head like this.”
“Okay.” Odin un-swaddled Loki and laid him across Thor’s lap.
“He’s squishy.” Thor poked Loki’s cheek. As he stared at the pink, wiggly baby in his lap, he patted the smattering of black curls on the top of his head. He picked up one of the tiny feet. His legs were small and skinny, and his toes were tinier than gravel pebbles. Thor could not imagine how he could grow big enough to play with him. He was about to ask his father to take him back when Loki reached up and wrapped his whole hand around one of Thor’s fingers. His breath caught in surprise. Loki gurgled.
“He’s trying to talk!”
“He wants to tell you that he loves you and is happy you are his big brother.”
“Oh,” Thor’s little heart swelled. “I love you too, baby brother. I will always protect you. And I will teach you everything you need to know. I will show you all my best hiding spots. And I will teach you games, and we will play them when you are bigger. Eat all your vegetables so you can grow faster, okay?”
Loki cooed. Thor’s face lit up.
“He is learning, Mother! He is trying to talk to me!”
Odin and Frigga exchanged a smile. Thor leaned over and kissed the baby on the forehead. “Can we take him back to the nursery now? Can he sleep in my room?”
“Not quite yet. Loki needs to stay close to Mother for a while. You see, he has no teeth yet.” Odin pulled down Loki’s tiny lip to reveal his pink gums. “He can only drink milk from the nurse or your mother.”
Thor’s face scrunched up. “Like the foals in the stables?”
“Yes, precisely.”
Loki started rooting for Odin’s finger near his mouth. He let out a frustrated cry when Odin released his lip.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“I believe he is getting hungry again.”
“He needs milk?’
Frigga untied the top of her gown, “I am going to have to take your brother from you now, sweetheart.” Thor nodded slightly as she scooped him up and put him on her breast. She held him in one arm and patted Thor’s leg with the other. Loki made tiny grunting noises as he nursed.
“He sounds like a piglet!” Thor laughed.
“Indeed, he does.” Frigga smiled.
“We should let him finish his meal in peace. How would you like me to take you back to your bed? Hmm? You can come and see Loki and Mother tomorrow before breakfast.”
“Okay.” Thor yawned. Odin moved to pick him up. “Wait! I want to say goodbye to my baby brother.” Thor grabbed Loki’s tiny hand and whispered, “Good night, baby brother, Loki. I love you.”
Odin picked Thor up, and they exited into the hallway. The gathered crowd bowed.
“The Queen has delivered a healthy baby boy!” Odin announced proudly. The crowd clapped and cheered.
“An heir and a spare!”
“Well done, Your Majesty.”
“Thank the Norns!”
The group separated as Odin and Thor passed. Nanny followed close behind.
Odin sat Thor on his bed and pulled his slippers off as he shrugged off his robe. “You did so well with Loki tonight. I am very proud of you.”
“Thank you, Father.” Thor yawned and crawled up to his pillow. “I am going to dream of more things to teach him.”
“That sounds nice,” Odin patted his shoulder. “Good night, my son. I love you.” He whispered close to his ear as he rubbed his back.
“Good night, Father.” Thor’s eyelids slid closed as he recalled the tiny hand wrapped around his finger, “Good night, baby brother.” He whispered to himself as he heard the door close behind the King.
“Are you all right?” Loki asked, bringing Thor out of his reverie.
Thor chuckled, “I am just getting sentimental. Two days… a married man. From a tiny pink piglet to someone’s husband.” Thor shook his head.
“I beg your pardon? Pink piglet? What are you on about?”
“Oh, nothing, Baby Brother,” Thor smiled at him. A smile that somehow looked both happy and sad at the same time.
Loki rolled his eyes at the moniker. “You aren’t going to start crying, are you?”
“I might.” Thor laughed, “I feel like Hel.”
Loki was quiet for a few minutes, “Thank you for doing this for me. I can tell you put a lot of thought into this event. I had a wonderful time… despite the blood and broken bones.”
“You are quite welcome, Brother. It was an honor. Thank you for choosing me.”
“Of course. You are my best friend. I love you, man.” Tears pricked Loki’s eyes.
“Who’s crying now?” Thor laughed.
Loki blinked the tears away, “Oh, shut up. I was just thinking about how many more hours we would be on this journey.”
“The hair of the dog, baby Brother?” Thor offered him a skin of ale.
Loki threw his head back and laughed, “Oh, why not?”
By the time the top of palace came into view, they had invented new drinking games that could be played on horseback, and one-handed, Loki would cheat with seiðr, of course. The brothers and their friends were singing bawdy pub songs at the top of their lungs. Laughing and japing and drunk.
Odin would look back from time to time to take in the sight of his boys getting along so well together. He was thankful that he took these three days away from work to spend time with them.
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“Hello, Loki.” Thor waited for a response; he leaned over further. “I said hello, Loki. My name is Thor.” Loki responded by sucking on his fist. Thor looked at his father and shrugged a shoulder. “I do not think he is very smart.”
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The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the smattering of canvas tents dotted around the clearing in the woods. The rich aroma of smokey meat hung in the air as a large boar was slowly roasted over a pit. Clusters of men gathered around braziers that had been lit, drinking ale, and exchanging tales from the hunt.
Besides culling the wild boar population back to a sustainable number, they had bagged enough meat for the wedding feast and plenty of extras that Loki insisted would be donated to the less fortunate in Sigyn’s name. The hunt had been a roaring success but was not without incident.
Loki stood in the pavilion tent he shared with his brother, father, and Lord Anderson. He cursed as he tried to pull his tunic over his head, “I can’t raise my arms. Go ahead and cut it off.”
The field healer ran his shears up the back of the blood-soaked tunic. Loki gingerly slipped out of it and let it fall to the floor with a wet squelch.
“How bad is it?”
The King flinched. Thor shook his head and looked away. Lord Anderson ran his hand over his face and looked at Loki remorsefully.
Loki cursed louder as the field healer ran his hands over Loki’s mottled skin. “There are three… no, five fractured ribs, deep bruising, and this shoulder is dislocated. These gashes are already starting to close.” He looked up to Loki ruefully, “I am going to have to reopen them to clean them out. It is not going to be pleasant.”
“Obviously.” Loki grimaced, “Did we pack anything stronger than ale, Brother?”
“Here,” Thor pulled a flask from his bag and handed it to him.
Loki pulled the stopper with his teeth, threw his head back, and quickly drained the strong spirits. “Fuck!” Loki’s eyes watered as the healer opened the wounds on his side and back and doused them with antiseptic.
“Apologies, Your Highness. Your accelerated healing is a detriment in this instance. But the sooner you are all cleaned up, the sooner you can be on the mend again. Prince Thor, could you assist me in setting this shoulder?”
Thor moved closer and braced Loki’s good side.
“Apologies again, Your Highness.” The healer picked up the arm hanging limp at Loki’s side and swiftly slid the bone back into place. Loki swore and swayed where he stood. “Well done, sir.”
Thor gave him a couple of reassuring pats on his back. The healer fashioned a sling out of some clean white cloth from his pack and placed Loki’s arm gently inside.
“Will he have healed in time for the wedding ceremony?” Odin asked.
“Your Majesty, the superficial wounds should be of no concern. But the broken bones-”
“What about my wedding night?” Loki blurted out. He quickly glanced at Sigyn’s father before returning to the healer seated on the stool beside him.
The healer cleared his throat, “Yes, well, your ribs and chest will be sore for a while. But that should not keep you from… uh… fulfilling your duty. You may need to exercise some… restraint. And…uh… I would avoid… adding any weight to your chest. You may be more comfortable… sleeping… in a seated or semi-upright position.” The healer stammered as he bandaged Loki’s wounds.
Thor snorted a laugh and quickly straightened up when the King shot him a glare.
“Yes, well, if there is nothing else, I must go tend to the others.”
“No, that will be all. Thank you.” Loki nodded to the healer and gently lowered himself onto the stool he just vacated.
“Do not hesitate to send for me if you start feeling worse. I will want to look you over before we ride in the morning, and I would like to put you in the soul forge upon our arrival back to the palace. Just to be safe.” He gathered his supplies into his large leather satchel.
“I will escort him there personally,” Odin said.
“Your Majesty, Your Highnesses, My Lord.” The healer bowed as he ducked past the guards and out of the tent.
An awkward silence hung in the air. Loki’s free hand clung to his side as he took shallow breaths.
“Are you in much pain, brother?”
“Only when I move... or breathe.”
“I almost forgot!” Thor pulled a blood-stained bundle from his bag and handed it to Loki.
“What’s this?”
“Just a little souvenir from that squealing bastard you brought down.” Thor grinned widely, “I pulled them out of the beast myself after we got you loaded onto the gurney.”
Loki rested the bundle on his thigh and peeled back the cloth to find two bloody boar tusks. “Norns…” he whispered as he held one up before him. They were no less than twelve inches long.
“I figure with some nice handles and a little polish,” Thor shrugged, “they would make a nice pair of decorative daggers.”
“You are right. These will make a fine pair of daggers. Thank you.”
“Your Highness,” Lord Anderson stepped forward, “I owe you my life. How can I ever repay you?”
Loki handed the tusks back to Thor and waved dismissively. “Don't mention it.”
Lord Anderson eyed the tusks. “No, that boar had me in his sights. Hel bent on my demise.” The Lord shook his head, “If you had not pushed me out of the way… You saved my life; I owe you a debt.”
Loki propped himself up with a hand on his knee and shook his head. “My Lord, my father saw fit to bless me with a golden apple from Idunn’s tree. This,” he motioned to his body, “just a few minor bumps and bruises. I will be right as rain in a couple of days with not so much as a scar.”
He grinned at his Lordship, “Moreover, my motivation for saving you may not have been entirely altruistic: I do not wish to take your job just yet.”
The Lord let out a booming laugh, “Regardless of the motivation behind it, you have my gratitude. And anything else you desire from me. All you need to do is ask, and I will grant it to you freely.”
“You are already giving me the greatest honor I could ask for. Sigyn is my world now. I could not bear returning to her without you. She would have been devastated.”
Lord Anderson pressed his lips together in a thin line. He moved to embrace Loki, but he deflected his giant arms and patted him on the back instead. “That hug will have to wait, I’m afraid.” Loki grimaced as he stood.
“Yes, yes, of course.”
Thor and Odin helped lower Loki onto his bedroll and propped him up with pillows and cushions. “Fetch the prince some meat and ale.” The King ordered one of the servants helping to clean the blood from the tent's canvas floor.
“Right away, Your Majesty.” The servant ducked out of the tent, and Thor quickly followed.
Once Loki was settled, Odin rested a hand on Loki’s head and leaned down so that only he could hear him, “That was a brave thing you did today. I am very proud of you, my son.”
“Thank you, Father,” Loki whispered as Odin gave him a couple of gentle pats on the top of his head.
Thor returned with a large platter of boar meat and crusty bread. The servant followed with a cask of ale and a stack of cups. Setting everything on the table in the pavilion's center, Thor made Loki a plate and brought it to him with a broad smile.
“I wanted to be sure you got a piece of the beast who almost took you out.”
“Ah, thank you, Brother.” Loki grinned while holding the plate, “But I will need someone to cut my meat for me.”
“Ha!” Thor handed the plate to the young servant who brought Loki his ale, “Cut this into tiny pieces. We do not need the boar exacting his revenge by choking the prince to death.”
The men laughed together as they ate their fill. With his belly full of meat and ale, Loki closed his tired eyes and dozed off.
oOXOo
The sound of raucous laughter woke him just a couple of hours later. The tent was dark and empty. Loki could make out the silhouettes of the men milling around the braziers outside. Slowly he made his way to stand, grunting and cursing the whole time. He found his cloak and draped it with one arm around his shoulders as best he could.
“Your Highness.” The two men standing guard outside the tent bowed as Loki exited. He nodded in return as he made his way around the camp.
“Brother! He lives!” Thor boomed.
“It will take more than one filthy swine to bring me down,” Loki grinned.
Thor and his friends bellowed and cheered, clearly drunk.
“I hope we did not wake you, Brother. How are you faring?”
“I did not wish to sleep through my own party. It appears I have quite a bit of catching up to do.” Volstagg passed him a tankard of ale. Loki drained it without stopping as the men cheered.
He returned the empty mug to his friend, “Now, I am desperate for a piss. Who wants to help me undo my trousers?” Another roar of laughter went up among the group.
oOXOo
Loki did not recall how he came to be back in his tent the following day as servants were packing up their belongings and tending to the King’s breakfast. Odin sat with Lord Anderson, eating porridge and drinking bitter tea. Both men were looking worse for wear. Thor was snoring loudly, lying face down on his bed roll, fully clothed, including his boots.
Loki pulled back his furs and made to stand before realizing he was completely naked aside from the sling on his arm and the bloodied bandages wound around his torso. He anxiously looked for his clothes. Even his boots were not where he would have left them.
“Before you start panicking,” Odin drawled as he noticed Loki’s face, “just know it was all in good fun. Do you remember how you came to be so naked?”
Loki rubbed his head with the hand on his good arm, “I’m afraid not. The last thing I remember is… Thor bringing out the whiskey and… did my uncles challenge me to a drinking game?”
“Yes. Congratulations, you won,” Odin chuckled.
“I do not feel like I won.” Loki winced as he took too deep of a breath, and his ribs ached. “Ah,” He laid back onto his little heap of pillows. “Where are my clothes and boots?”
“Left outside to dry, Your Highness. After the drinking game, Prince Thor dared you to jump into the stream…and you did. Fully clothed.” Lord Anderson laughed, “I will be damned if you didn’t emerge from the water with a live salmon between your teeth. It was the funniest damned thing I have seen in ages.” He shook his head, “The healer and I got you back to the tent, stripped you down, changed your bandages, and gave you a dry sling.”
“Ah, thank you.” Loki looked at the bandages on his side, “I didn’t… I didn’t say anything untoward, did I?”
Erik almost choked on his tea as he and Odin exchanged a look. “Untoward? No, not for the state you were in. Hilarious, actually, if I am being honest.”
Loki placed his hand over his face, “Norns... Was it a dick joke? I have a feeling it was a dick joke.”
Odin laughed despite himself, “You might as well tell him.”
“Okay, so, there I am, helping the healer peel the sodden trousers down over your hips, when, in a moment of clarity, you loudly announce, ‘Are we still hunting boars? Because you just found a hog!’ and pointed to your manhood.” The Lord shook with laughter.
“How embarrassing,” Loki shook his head.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, dear boy! If I had a beast like that between my legs, I would show it off too!”
“Ugh…” Loki pulled his fur up over his head and dozed off again.
oOXOo
The two older men were still chatting and playing a card game at the table together when he peeked his head out. Thor had not stirred.
“What time do we set off? Will we return to the palace in time for the feast in the main hall?”
“We can leave as soon as your brother can sit atop his horse without toppling over.” Odin chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. “Of course, we could always stuff him in one of the supply wagons if you are in a rush.”
Loki rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand. “No, he would never forgive me for that.” He looked over to his sleeping brother, breathing through his open mouth, drool pooling on his bedroll. “I’m just…” Loki grimaced as he sat up, “Do you both not miss your wives?”
Odin and Erik exchanged a look and started laughing. “It has only been three days, my son. There has been no time to miss her.”
“It feels like longer.” Loki slowly got to his feet, no longer worried about modesty; he tried to stretch as best he could, “Ow, fuck.” Clutching his side, he made his way over to his duffle bag. He found the loosest pair of trousers that he had. He held them out in front of himself, “Hmmm.”
“Your Highness? Allow me?”
Loki surrendered the idea of dressing himself and allowed the young male servant to help him into his clothes and to use the lavatory.
As he often did, he started thinking about Sigyn while eating his breakfast. A wide grin crept across his face as he let his mind drift to the night before he left on this trip.
He could still recall the feel of her soft, warm skin in his hands. And the way her skin glowed in the firelight as she slipped out of her dress. The adorable face she made when she came.
Forgetting himself, he bit his lip and moaned, remembering the taste of her arousal on his tongue.
“Clearly, my porridge was not nearly as good as yours!” Lord Anderson boomed with laughter.
Odin’s eye crinkled at the corner as he tried to stifle his grin.
“Oh, Norns… I…“ Loki’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “Apologies. I was just… My mind must have wandered off.”
Lord Anderson held up his hands in defeat. “As long as you go through with the wedding ceremony, the events of the other night are none of my business. But fail to make an appearance, well then, prince or no prince, you and I will have a problem. You may have saved my life, but my daughter’s future happiness is of far greater value to me.”
Loki was stunned. First, no one had ever threatened him before, especially in front of the King. Secondly, he could not fathom a scenario where he would not marry Sigyn. Thirdly, how did he know? Had Sigyn told him?
Loki gaped at him briefly, “I would never dream of leaving Sigyn at the altar, sir. If I fail to make it to the ceremony, it is because someone has murdered me in my sleep. As for your assumption that I took advantage…”
The Lord laughed and waved his hand, “Now, now. Don't get me wrong. I know my daughter; it was most likely her idea. When she sets her mind on something, she is relentless.”
Loki shook his head, “But we didn’t-”
Lord Anderson held up his hand to stop him, “Look, I don’t know the details, and I don’t want to know the details. All I know is that I waited up for her that night, and when she floated through the door, she was practically glowing. I have seen a sated woman before, Your Highness. Not to mention, she was wearing the same goofy grin that was on your face just moments ago.”
“Goofy?” Loki sat up straighter as his ego prickled briefly. Then he relaxed a little as he grinned again, “Perhaps.” He shrugged his good shoulder. “Perhaps we were a little bit drunk on love and goofy. But I would not take it back. I love her more than life itself. She will be my wife.”
Loki took a drink of his tea, “I promised my mother I would not bed Sigyn before the wedding. I have not technically broken my promise, so my conscience is clear.”
Lord Anderson laughed and looked at the King, “Yes, I believe he is well suited for a career in politics, Your Majesty.”
Odin held up his hands, “What can I say? He is a clever lad. He gets that from his mother.”
“Uuuhhhh…” Thor groaned as he rolled onto his back. “Is there food?”
“Good morning to you too, Brother.”
“I will go ahead and mark this down as a bachelor party that I will never forget… and many will not be able to remember.” The Lord raised his cup as the other men laughed.
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The bachelor party! I'm sure it's going to be sensible and with no nonsense 😂
Loki rested the bundle on his thigh and peeled back the cloth to find two bloody boar tusks. “Norns…” he whispered as he held one up before him. They were no less than twelve inches long.
I know he wants to make daggers, but I was thinking
I'll worried he's hurt himself though! Take care Loki!
“How embarrassing,” Loki shook his head. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, dear boy! If I had a beast like that between my legs, I would show it off too!” “Ugh…” Loki pulled his fur up over his head and dozed off again.
😂😂😂 amazing. Glad he's managed to embarrass himself suitably
Chapter Summary: The continuation of the smut previous chapter.
Word Count: 3700
Rating: Explicit for smut
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+
*Minors DNI*
Tags: Oral sex (male and female receiving) Degradation, Fingering, Bratty behavior, Soft Dom,
Chapter Index
Sigyn landed on her bottom with a gasp of surprise, holding the wine bottle in the air so that not a drop escaped. She scooted up the bed and rested her back against the headboard.
Loki went to his dresser and pulled on a pair of soft black pajama bottoms.
“Do you ever wear undergarments?” she asked as she watched him tie his hair back with a thin black leather cord.
“Never. I find them… too restrictive.” Loki started crawling up the bed towards her.
“Good to know.” She bit her lip as she watched him move.
Loki knelt beside her, took the bottle from her, and took a few long swallows before resting it on his thigh. He looked her over, “Are you okay?”
“I am more than okay.” She grinned, “Are you okay? I do not believe I have ever heard a sound like that come out of a person before.” She took the wine back and took a swig.
“I do not wish to inflate your ego, but...” he shook his head, “...damn woman. I don’t think I have ever come so hard in my life.” Loki shuddered at the memory.
“Mmmm…your face was…exquisite." She licked her lips, “I can hardly wait to do it again.” She traced her fingers over his knee as she took another drink.
He gazed at her in her bra and panties on his bed. ‘Mine. Forever. All mine.’ He ran his hand up her shin, over her knee, thigh, and back again.
“Something on your mind, My Prince?”
“I am trying to decide where to start. I want to touch you everywhere, all at once.”
Sigyn laughed, took another long swig from the bottle, and set it on one of Loki’s nightstands. She pushed onto her knees, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Loki wrapped his arms around her and rubbed his hands up and down her back. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor.
Loki groaned and immediately moved his large hands to her bare breasts. She kissed him slowly, her fingers tracing lightly over his chest. He ran his hands along her back and squeezed her ass as he pressed his hips up. His cock was waking up again as she ground down on him in response.
She continued to move her hips in small circles atop him as he moved his hands over her body: thighs, butt, hips, back, shoulders, and neck. His hands left trails of fire along her skin. Her mouth stayed on his, relishing the feel of his lips moving with hers. She sucked his bottom lip, then slipped her tongue into his mouth with a moan. Loki moved his hands to the sides of her head, holding her gently as he kissed her.
Slowly their kisses became more urgent. Loki broke their kiss just long enough to roll Sigyn onto her back. She gasped for air as the weight of his body pressed into her. He fervently kissed her as he ran one hand down her body and hooked one of her legs around his waist. She immediately pushed her hips up into his with a moan, “Loki…” she breathed, turning her head to the side to encourage him to move his kisses where she wanted them.
Her hands were on his strong shoulders as he kissed along her jaw, under her ear, and down her neck. He slid his hands under her shoulders as he kissed along her collarbones and back up the other side of her neck. “Loki…I need…”
He smiled against her lips. “What do you need, kitten?”
“More.” She canted her hips upwards as he closed his mouth around the junction between her neck and shoulder. Sigyn gasped as Loki’s teeth grazed her skin. “Mmmm…more, please, lover.” She arched her back and pressed into him further.
Loki kissed down her chest, “More what, sweetling?” He pulled one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked deeply.
“Mmmm…” She was writhing beneath him, “Please?” Loki kneaded one breast while teasing the other with his tongue.
“What do you want? I want you to tell me.” He grinned as he lavished attention on her breasts.
She reached between them and slid her hand into his pajamas. She circled his cock and started stroking him. “I want you. All of you. I want you inside me. Fuck me, Loki.” Not the answer he was expecting; his breath hitched.
“Mmmm, not tonight, kitten.” She withdrew her hand with a whimper. “Ah, do not pout.”
Loki grinned and sat back on his heels between her legs.
“Where are you going?” She looked panic-stricken.
“I am thirsty.” He reached for the wine bottle and took a drink. He stared down at her laid out before him wearing only her tiny panties.
“Better?” she asked, a hint of annoyance in her tone.
“Not quite,” he smirked, mischief lighting up his eyes. He tipped the bottle, and the wine spilled onto Sigyn’s belly. His mouth was there in an instant, sucking it off her skin.
“Loki!” She flinched, “Oh my Gods.” she giggled.
“Hold still, or you will ruin my duvet.” He scolded her playfully as he did it again.
“Ah! That tickles!” He dribbled the wine into her navel and lapped it up. “Loki!” She pushed herself up on one elbow and tried to snatch the bottle from him. He pulled it away and held it just out of her reach.
“Ah ah ah, be a good girl and lie back down for me.”
“Or what?”
Loki raised an eyebrow at her, “Excuse me?”
She propped herself on both elbows, “Why should I do what you say?”
“Because I am your Prince. You will do as you are told.”
Sigyn scoffed, “Feeble excuse. Does that usually work?”
“Most of the time, yes!” Loki was trying to hold back his laughter.
“You are going to have to do better than that.” Sigyn inspected her fingernails, feigning boredom.
“You impudent little…”
Sigyn faked a yawn.
Loki’s jaw fell open. “You little… you are being very naughty.”
“What are you going to do about it?” She ran her foot up his side and placed it on his chest.
He grabbed her ankle firmly and held her leg in the air. He tipped the bottle near her foot and watched as the wine raced down her leg to her thigh. His tongue was there before it reached her panties. He licked and sucked her leg from her thigh to her foot, cleaning the wine as he went.
“You seem to be under the impression that I will tolerate your cheek, you lusty little minx.” He dropped her leg unceremoniously to the side as he crawled off the bed and set the wine down. He slipped his pajamas off and stroked himself, “Kneel before your Prince.”
Sigyn eagerly scrambled off the bed and sat on her heels, folding her hands in her lap, awaiting instructions. Loki stroked her cheek with his thumb. “What a pretty little cock slut the Norns have sent to me.” She licked her lips as she stared into his eyes. “What do you think? Should I fuck that smirk off your face?”
She shivered, “Yes, please.”
“Open.”
Sigyn raised to her knees so that her mouth was level with Loki’s hips and placed her hands on his thighs to steady herself. He placed one hand on the back of her head; his other guided his cock into her mouth.
“You are brazened, emboldened, and shameless,” he hissed as she hollowed her cheeks around him. “You are a constant temptation.” He gently thrust in and out of her. “Unhh…You have taken up residence in my mind.” He moaned as her hands made their way to his balls. “You disregard royal protocol.” She ran a hand over his round ass. “You sass me when silent obedience is expected.” His breaths were coming quicker. “Ahhh…You are a naughty, naughty girl.”
He held her head gently with both hands as he fucked her mouth. “You… uh… oh fuck…” His eyes rolled back, “Always so hungry for my cock.” His hips stuttered, and his rhythm faltered. “You are my…unh…perfect match. Mine…forever.”
Sigyn moaned deeply around him. The vibration made Loki’s back arch. “Ahh…Sssig…I’m…” He tapped her cheek in a warning. She grabbed his hips and held him in place as his orgasm wracked his body. His knees threatened to give out, and he staggered where he stood. She pulled from him with a ‘pop’ and sat back on her heels, grinning and wiping her chin with her hand as she watched him regain his wits.
“You are still smiling, kitten.” Loki’s voice was gruff as he pulled his pajama bottoms back up.
“So I am, My Prince. Your enjoyment brings me immense satisfaction.”
“Even as I use you for my own pleasure?” She took his hand as he helped her off the floor.
“Of course. You have no idea the effect you have on me while you are lost in your bliss.” She guided his hand to the apex of her thighs. Loki stroked the outside of her panties. They were wet with her arousal. “The look on your face, the sounds you make…” Sigyn shivered, “Norns, they are the most beautiful things in the world to me.”
“Sigyn…” He placed his hands on the sides of her face.
“It also excites me when you pretend to be in charge,” she giggled.
“Pretend to be in charge?” He arched an eyebrow as he stifled a laugh, “Would the little minx like a more severe form of punishment?”
“Mmmm…” she trailed her fingers across the plane of his chest and down his abs. “Do not tease me, Your Highness. Besides, I do not consider sucking your cock a punishment. If anything, it is more motivation to misbehave.” She bit her lip and pressed herself tightly against his body.
Loki stared down at her, stunned into silence. He shook his head infinitesimally, “What in the Hel did I do to deserve you? If we were not already betrothed, I would grovel at your feet, begging you to marry me.”
Sigyn laughed and kissed him sweetly. Picking her up, he deepened their kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. Setting her near the top of the bed, he moved over her. He kissed her eagerly while running his hands everywhere he could reach.
Slowly his kisses made their way down her body. Sigyn moaned and writhed, her eyes were closed, and her hands were clinging to the duvet.
Loki sat back on his heels, “May I?” he asked as he hooked his fingers around the top of her panties.
“Please.” She lifted her hips slightly off the bed as he slid her panties off.
Her thighs instinctively came together to shield her naked sex. “Let me see you, sweetling,” Loki whispered as he ran his hands down her belly, over her thighs, to her knees. She relaxed as he pushed her knees apart.
“Hello, beautiful.” She was pink and glistening, her little nub half hidden in her folds, beckoning for Loki to bring her out. He brushed his fingers lightly over her mound, through her neatly cropped dark curls, “So pretty.” He leaned over and kissed her knee, not taking his eyes off his prize, “By the Norns, Sigyn…” he looked into her eyes and grinned, “I think I am going to cry.”
A burst of laughter escaped her lips, “Loki!” She threw a pillow at his face, which he quickly swatted away. She was still laughing when he settled over her, his smile faded, and his face became very serious. Her laughter halted immediately. He was so handsome. Her heart started pounding as he locked her in his gaze.
“You will tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Yes.”
“You will tell me if I do anything you do not enjoy.”
She nodded, “Yes.”
His lips curled up into a wicked grin, “You will watch me as I make you come apart with my tongue.”
“Ugh, Loki...” her chest heaved, “Yes. I will try.”
“Good girl,” he purred slowly. He placed a kiss over her entrance, and she shuddered. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the sweet scent of her and groaned on the exhale, his cock stirring again already.
“Ahh… Loki…” Sigyn’s back arched off the bed, head falling back.
“Eyes on me, my sweet.”
She nodded and returned her gaze to him as he started kissing the inside of her thighs. He licked her slit with a flat tongue; her fingers curled into his hair.
“I love you,” she moaned breathlessly.
Loki smiled against her skin, and his heart fluttered, “I love you.” His warm breath fanned over her heated sex. He placed more open-mouthed kisses on her thighs, sucking a bruise where he knew only she would see it.
Sigyn watched as his tongue explored her. Loki moaned as he placed his open mouth over her clit. “Ahh,” her hips bucked involuntarily, and her hand wandered to her breast without realizing it. Loki sucked on her clit as two of his fingers teased her entrance. She squeezed her nipple and ground down, trying to encourage his fingers forward, moaning wantonly. “Ahh, Loki…” He kept his lips pressed to her as his tongue circled her clit. A waterfall of curses fell from Sigyn’s lips as Loki slowly pushed his long fingers into her.
Loki raised his eyes to hers, the baby blue of his irises all but gone, his pupils blown wide with lust. Sigyn choked on a sob as he curled his fingers inside of her. “Fuck, Loki…” He alternated between lapping at her folds, sucking her between his lips, and teasing her with the tip of his tongue as his fingers moved inside her.
The expertise of his ministrations had Sigyn’s legs shaking and her abs quivering as she soared closer to her climax. “Loki…” she panted his name again and again and again. He relished the way it tumbled from her lips as he watched her sweet face.
“Do not hold back, my sweet. Come for me.”
She shook her head, “Don’t… stop.”
“Does this feel good, kitten?”
“Ahh, fuck yes.”
“Come for me, sweetling.”
She shook her head again, “Don’t… want it… to end.”
“As you wish.” He grinned and put his mouth to her again.
“Ahh,” she tweaked her nipple, “Loki…fuck…” The fingers of her other hand twined in his hair.
He placed his tongue flat against her clit and pressed into it as he nodded his head. Sigyn gave up trying to hold on as she felt a tidal wave of pleasure send her over the edge.
She came silently as her face scrunched up, mouth wide open. Her fingers curled into the duvet as her toes curled around empty air. Lost in the sea of bliss that Loki sent her to, her vision blurred, her breaths stuck in her chest, and her abs and pelvic muscles spasmed.
Loki eased her down gently, stroking her languidly and praising her: “Beautiful, just stunning. You did so well, precious. Good, good girl.”
Sigyn looked down at Loki again as he removed his fingers from her and placed them in his mouth. He licked them clean of her essence, “You taste divine, my love.” Sigyn’s body shuddered in response.
He crawled up to lay beside her, pulled her against his chest, and stroked her trembling body. Peppering her forehead with kisses, he said, “I’ve got you.” And he rested his chin on the top of her head.
Slowly Sigyn’s breathing returned to normal, “Oh, my Gods, Loki, that was…“ she pulled back to look at his face, “that was incredible.” She shuddered again as an aftershock rumbled through her. She touched his face and caressed his cheekbone with her thumb.
“I enjoyed it as well.” He smiled at her as he rubbed his hard cock against her thigh.
“Norns, Loki…” She smiled back at him and hooked her leg over his hip.
He ran his hands over her, “I cannot believe I have you here, naked on my bed. It is thrilling.” He pressed his cock against her again. “Are you cold, sweetling?”
“Quite the opposite.” Smirking the way she knew drove him mad, she let her eyes follow her hand as she slowly traveled to the inside of his pajamas. Loki sucked in a breath as she started stroking him.
“Oh darling,” he stilled her hand with his, “We will be here all night if you feel the need to get me off every time my cock stirs.”
“I do not mind.”
“I know, kitten. Just let me hold you for a bit.”
“Mmmm, this is nice too.” She closed her eyes and pressed her face into his chest as she rested her arm over his side. Their breathing soon fell into rhythm with one another. Sigyn felt so safe and warm wrapped in his arms, listening to his heart beating close to her ear. She felt herself drifting off to sleep, and a contented sigh escaped her lips.
Loki’s fingers traced patterns on her bare skin, “As much as I hate to do it, I must return you to your father for the night.”
Sigyn groaned, “What time is it?”
“Just past eleven.”
Sigyn kissed his chest, “We have a little time.”
Loki chuckled, “What would you like to do?”
Heat pooled in her lower belly as she guided his hand to the apex of her thighs again. Loki wasted no time stroking her folds.
“You feel so good beneath my fingers,” he purred. “But I have a better idea.” Sigyn watched with curiosity as Loki pushed the pillows off the bed and lay flat on the mattress.
“What are you doing?”
“Come.” He patted the tops of his shoulders.
She looked at him blankly, “I don't understand.”
“Come here and straddle my face.”
“I couldn’t possibly…”
Loki propped himself on his elbows, “You’ve never ridden on someone’s face before?”
She ducked her chin to her chest. “No.”
“Oh, sweetling…” he grinned widely, “there is no need to be embarrassed. You are in for a treat.”
“But…”
“Come now; you will not hurt me.”
“I don’t know…”
“I do. Come. I have done this hundreds of times. Trust me; you will love it.”
And she did. Once she overcame her initial trepidation, she realized she would not hurt or accidentally smother him. Holding onto the headboard for support, she rode his face through not just one but two orgasms. Loki was a virtuoso with his tongue. When she flopped back onto the mattress, all her bones felt like jelly.
“I cannot believe…” she was panting heavily, “I cannot believe I have never done that before.” Her body was still naked, and her skin was flushed from head to toe. “That was amazing!”
Loki chuckled as he untangled himself from her legs. “You are a very enthusiastic student. So clever.” He stood beside the bed and stretched.
Sigyn rolled onto her belly and let her arm drape off the side of the bed after stroking the back of Loki’s leg through his pajamas a few times. “You are going to regret teaching me. That is my new favorite thing.”
“So eager to use me for her own pleasure.” He pinched her bottom. “My, how the tables have turned.”
“What is it you say…fair is fair?” She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh.
Loki pulled a dark grey cotton t-shirt and thick grey woolen socks from his dresser. Sitting beside Sigyn’s head on the bed to pull them on, he stared down at her, naked, sated, and lying on his bed. He felt like the luckiest man to have ever lived.
Then his heart sank, “I have just enough time to get you dressed and walk you back to your chambers,” he said as he rubbed her back.
“These are my chambers now. I don't think I can walk.”
Loki laughed and smacked her bare ass. “Lie there and recover while I search for your undergarments.”
“Mmmm.” That was all she managed to respond.
After he helped her into her clothes and fixed her hair with his seiðr, he cast an illusion over himself so that he appeared to be wearing the same clothes from earlier, right down to the boots.
Next was Sigyn’s turn. She pouted as she retook the image of Thor, but Loki dropped her illusion as soon as they were in the corridor of her chambers.
“This has been one of the best nights of my life.” She leaned heavily into his embrace as they stood before her front door. “I love you so much. I am going to miss you.”
“I do not want to leave you.” He stroked her hair, “This feels like torture.”
“I will be at the stables in the morning to see you off.” She kissed him once sweetly on the lips and moved to curtsey.
“Wait,” Loki pulled her back to him. He kissed her deeply, “Good night, my sweet Sigyn. My precious Lady. I love you more than I can put into words.”
She smiled and stroked his face. “Good night, My Prince. I love you too.” She gave him a deep, slow curtsey and slipped through the door to her chambers.
Loki stood in the hall and stared at her door for a handful of moments before turning on his heel and returning to his own rooms. Once there, he noticed the two half-full glasses of wine on his dining room table and immediately longed for her to be in his arms again. The feeling was made worse when he entered his bed chamber. The large bed looked all wrong without her on it.
He took his journal from his nightstand and settled against the headboard to put his thoughts on parchment. He fiddled with his fancy gold fountain pen as he stared at the bags Margit had packed for his trip, waiting by his wardrobe.
‘It is going to be a long three days.’ He mused to himself as he started writing.
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I wrote this fic during the peak of the lockdowns here in the USA. I had so much time to write and explore this alternate universe for Loki where he is happy and loved. And I am glad I did. At least he is not alone in this timeline. 😭
I am still recovering from last week's emotional flogging.
Jesus H Christ! I follow maybe 30ish story here ( 😳 ) and I DO. NOT. DARE. to look on my MarkedForLater list on ao3. RL is kicking my ass right now and has no intention to stop in near future. 😭
Guuuysss... I am soo far behind on work/life/writing.
I want nothing more than to snuggle up, read for hours on end, and get caught up on my TBR list. I see the tags from @gigglingtiggerv2 @lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @wheredafandomat & @holdmytesseract @acidcasualties (just to name a few) and I want to dive right into these hot wonderful works by lovely mutuals.
Part of me believes I must 'earn' my Tumblr time; once I have caught up on work emails or finished cleaning the kitchen. Or I have to have the perfect uninterrupted time to read and comment/reblog. But that NEVER happens. I have four kids. I have a big house that requires near-constant upkeep. I have a corporate job whereby I am expected to be able to answer emails and respond to crises at all hours of the day, not just when I leave the office at 5:00. (I'm not complaining. I willingly and gratefully signed on for marriage, motherhood, and a career).
I wish I could be more flexible in my thinking. My all-or-nothing mentality is a detriment at times. Thank you, ADHD. That is why I take unintentional weeks-long breaks from Tumblr. Once I open the app I time travel hours into the future 😅. You all are just so talented and funny and I absolutely LOVE the community we have here. I can bond with you all over this niche fandom that would just raise eyebrows in my real-life friend group.
Short story long, I love you, I see you. Keep tagging me in all your brilliant works. My TBR list is wild and unruly, completely out of control. But I see the notifications from you, and I smile knowing you are all here and doing the dang thing. My WIP folder sits cold and abandoned so I love and appreciate all the time and effort you put into your work.
As a working mom with ADHD, I want you to know @november-rayne I feel exactly the same way!! (also I'm supposed to be doing something that's due in 2 hrs, but I opened Tumblr instead)
Or I have to have the perfect uninterrupted time to read and comment/reblog.
OMG FOR REAL I FEEL SEEN 😬
Don't worry, we'll get around to it when we can! And the SAS is full of amazing, understanding women!! I love this community so much y'all are the best😭💚💚
I know I'm being tagged in fics, I'll eventually get around to reading them I promise😣
I feel relieved that I am not the only one @peachyjinx 😂 I am hopeful that one day I might be able to manage my time like a normal human person, but for now, I will have peace of mind knowing that I can jump back into the SAS pool with both feet when time allows.
I'm going on an eight-hour road trip to DC tomorrow, so I will have some uninterrupted time. I plan on taking a motion sickness pill and reading some amazing fan fic!!!
Jesus H Christ! I follow maybe 30ish story here ( 😳 ) and I DO. NOT. DARE. to look on my MarkedForLater list on ao3. RL is kicking my ass right now and has no intention to stop in near future. 😭
Guuuysss... I am soo far behind on work/life/writing.
I want nothing more than to snuggle up, read for hours on end, and get caught up on my TBR list. I see the tags from @gigglingtiggerv2 @lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @wheredafandomat & @holdmytesseract @acidcasualties (just to name a few) and I want to dive right into these hot wonderful works by lovely mutuals.
Part of me believes I must 'earn' my Tumblr time; once I have caught up on work emails or finished cleaning the kitchen. Or I have to have the perfect uninterrupted time to read and comment/reblog. But that NEVER happens. I have four kids. I have a big house that requires near-constant upkeep. I have a corporate job whereby I am expected to be able to answer emails and respond to crises at all hours of the day, not just when I leave the office at 5:00. (I'm not complaining. I willingly and gratefully signed on for marriage, motherhood, and a career).
I wish I could be more flexible in my thinking. My all-or-nothing mentality is a detriment at times. Thank you, ADHD. That is why I take unintentional weeks-long breaks from Tumblr. Once I open the app I time travel hours into the future 😅. You all are just so talented and funny and I absolutely LOVE the community we have here. I can bond with you all over this niche fandom that would just raise eyebrows in my real-life friend group.
Short story long, I love you, I see you. Keep tagging me in all your brilliant works. My TBR list is wild and unruly, completely out of control. But I see the notifications from you, and I smile knowing you are all here and doing the dang thing. My WIP folder sits cold and abandoned so I love and appreciate all the time and effort you put into your work.
@november-rayne @peachyjinx Please don't worry! I know myself how busy life can get and life is just more important than Tumblr. 😊 I can absolutely understand that! Also, I'm pressuring nobody into reading my stuff, so... 😊🫂
@holdmytesseract the pressure is solely my own. 😊 I wish I could freeze time a la Loki in 2x06 and read to my heart's content without the guilty feeling that I should be doing other things. 😂
