Incase you live under a rock there are two very well known and very good slave Loki fics where Loki had a kid that calls him Modi and gets in a relationship with Tony. But for some reason there aren’t more like that. And even weirder is that it’s always Tony that finds and rescues Loki, it’s never the whole team or Thor. And Loki always only has one kid and while being on the skinnier side seems to be doing fine for a slave. So my brain decided to give me a heavily whump story where the Avengers find Loki(almost dead) and his two children.
...... Except I don’t exactly know how the ending goes. So I decided to put it up here. Most of the brainstorming is already done for you I just need details and a happy ending. So come on inside and write a story or just see how awesome my brain child is.
So Loki was brainwashed/coerced by the chitari and Thanos to invalid Midgard. Loki either never got the chance to tell his side of the story, no one believed him, or they degraded him and made him feel weak for giving in to torture. Odin decides that Loki will have his powers sealed and his rights stripped from him and makes him a slave to this mean noble. Loki’s position is basically lower than everyone (even the other slaves). His room is basically a dark closet, he wears the worst clothes, is starved, given a crappy haircut, and is picked on by everyone all while people tell him everything is his fault and he deserves this. So Loki starts to believe it. Loki also gets raped and expects to be raped. But Loki was raped as a child (around 13-15) and it ended up with him having a kid (Sleipnir) and never doing anything besides holding hands, cuddling, and kissing in a relationship.
So the first time Loki has sex again after being raped as a kid is to being raped again. Loki falls pregnant and gives birth alone to a daughter(and it was not an easy pregnancy because no one would do anything to help him). Loki then tries his best to raise his slave daughter (constantly feeling bad that she has a terrible life because he was so weak) and doing extra favors to get herbs to make sure he doesn’t end up pregnant again. Then Loki finally ends up pregnant again when his daughter is like 4 or 5 and it doesn’t go very well. Loki is severely starved and weak when he gives birth(in his closet of a room with only his daughter present) when Loki starts bleeding during the delivery. Loki manages to give birth to a healthy son before all hell breaks loose. Loki pleads to heimdal to help his kids by bringing them to Thor or someplace safe before he passes out(loki is either dead at this point or almost dead)(and maybe heimdal feels bad for Loki and transports the kids to the avengers in New York where they then find out what’s going on and vow to rescue Loki and take care of the kids).
For some reason Thor and the avengers need Loki’s magic expertise and they all go to the lord that has Loki. They are all under the impression that Loki is doing something like heavy mandatory community service and don’t know that Loki is a slave. When they show up and ask for Loki they are either brought to his closet room (where they then see a Loki covered in blood and looking dead)or told that he was just found dead. Thor then demands to see the body and is then shocked to see the state his brother is in. With all his bones sticking out and blood all over him Thor knew that whatever happened to his brother wasn’t good. He then finds Loki’s children in the corner of the room being quiet (like when Kenny finds Levi in Attack on Titan) and Thor is horrified about what has happened because he finally knows the gravity of the situation. (I’m thinking he goes full on rage with lots of yelling) ( if you’ve ever read He loves me, He loves me not by Phoenix Demitto then you know exactly what I’m talking about. If you don’t then it’s your loss and you should go read it) He then takes the kids home(and Loki if he is still hanging on) to take care of them.
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They later find out how self-deprecating Loki is and the fact that the attack on Midgard wasn’t Loki’s fault. And they all have to help Loki finally understand that this isn’t his fault and he deserves happiness.
Loki’s daughter called him Modi.
The shitty lord trying to keep Thor from taking Loki’s body because he still owns him even if he’s dead and people pay lots of money for the corpse of a strong magic user.
The cuffs or spell that Odin placed on Loki keeps him in that form which is why even though he he is dead he did not turn back into a jotun
And if Loki dies then the Norms decide to bring him back because A. Loki’s life sucked B. He didn’t deserve that C. They still need him D. Loki should be happy
It would be awesome if someone takes Loki as side and finally shows and gives him a healthy and normal sexual relationship
You don’t need to use all of this if you don’t want to you. And let me know if you are interested in picking up this story. That way I can be the first ones to read it.
-Incase anyone was wondering the two fics that mostly contributed to the inspiration of this story are Anything for Her and Butterfly all on AO3
Hey there! I made a downloadable book of my three favorite slave-Loki Frostiron fics: Tony’s Thrall, Butterfly and Downward Facing Dog. Its totally free and my gift to you - click the link above to download it on whatever device/format you prefer. (Content warnings are in the book for each story.)
What’s a Thrall Collar, you ask? It’s a collar that forces the wearer to comply with the orders of their ‘master’. Other than that, it’s up to the author what it does. Used to best effect when Loki is put in one, as you will see in the fics below. (Disclosure - first two are mine)
A/N: This came to me after reading @wickednerdery writings and for referring me to read @endlessstairway‘s story, Butterfly! I’m not doing a tie in to their writings but wanted to give them credit for the idea that shit all over my laptop! What all has befallen Loki in the 8 years since he has been under his brother Helblendi’s rule? This is the first interaction between Loki and reader.
Jotunheim, by the Norns she despised this place, the cold, even though her late husband was of this realm it didn’t mean she had to like it, just tolerate it and Helblendi’ need to have the trade agreements gone over, yet again but this time in person. It made her think he just hated having very little others to speak to about these matters. The guard, her guard, 6 berserkers, stayed close as they stepped to the palace gates which looked rebuilt thanks to another peace that had come about with Asgard, the cask granted back and from what she gathered given the traitor Loki as a payment of sorts.
Honestly she wouldn’t know if the gates were rebuilt, she was guessing since it seemed there wasn’t as thick a layer of ice on them as they would have been. Y/N hadn’t visited in a decade or so, having done all from her side as they called it, her place on Midgard, Helblendi was the one to come to her realm under his disguise as Aesir. They had to be careful with travel between realms due to the Avengers and SHIELD, normally they spoke through projections when it wasn’t feasible for the giant to visit.
Finally stepping out of the biting winds and snow into the palace, the 4 frost giant guards bowing to the heavily bundled woman the only wolf pelt in the sea of bear pelts, they knew better than to anger this queen. One of the giants hinting to her to follow him down the corridor the group following along behind the wolf pelt who was keeping stride with the giant. The loud billowing from the throne room catching their attention as the guard opened the door for them to enter, eyes falling on the throne where Helblendi sat like a bastard, with a slave, a Aesir skinned one next to the throne looking calm but she knew he was panicking inside, but staying next to the throne, and an irate man in burgundy garb cursing the giant.
The disagreement becoming heated as she approached, eyes falling on the cause of the squabble, Loki in his Aesir form, wearing nothing but the signature loin covering of a frost giant for clothing while his ankles, wrists and neck where encircled in cold steel minus the chains, the mark of a slave. The god looked beaten down for lack of a better word, truthfully, thoroughly used up, a shell, a husk that flinched every time someone made a fast move as he remained standing next to the throne. His hair that was once long had been cut short but looked to be allowed to grow just enough to fall into his eyes, the worst thing to do to royalty was to take their long hair, the sign of a free man.
“Am I interrupting,” Y/N spoke up making all eyes turn to the woman dressed in heavy furs and escorted by men that could only be described as bears as the one in burgundy looked her over closely the woman noting the hammer, this was Thor.
“No, my queen, just negotiations,” Helblendi spoke up, acting as though Thor was no longer there to turn attention to the woman in the wolf pelt.
Thor preparing to argue and follow after the giant as Helblendi took steps down the frozen dais to reach Y/N who stepped from between the men dressed in bear hides with the heads over their own like a hood while the woman who came forward Thor noticed wore a wolf pelt with the head for a hood, but it was pulled so her face was visible. Hearing a shuffle behind Helblendi making the god realize Loki was shadowing his masters every move and sure to not look at what was once his brother.
“It has been a long time since you have sat foot in this realm,” Helblendi spoke up, ignoring Thor as well as Loki who Y/N shifted to look over as the giant took her ungloved hand without burning it, bowing to place a kiss to the back of it carefully before standing back up, Thor shocked he was showing gentleness towards her.
Loki knew who she was, well as in she negotiated trade for Jotunheim and Midgard, he had been present the many times she and Helblendi had conversed over a projection. His older brothers proficient ability at seidr surprised him that he was able to hold a call so to say between realms like he did.
“Were not done here,” Thor interrupted, Y/N noting Loki flinch in the most minute way that he wasn’t aware of as the mood shifted with in seconds as Helblendi turned on Thor.
Everyone watching the god readying his hammer as Loki took a step back from the chaos and in his escape to not be a part of the squabble almost backed into her guard. Y/N quick to loop a finger in the gods wrist shackle to prevent it and make sure he stayed where he was sure to be noted by Helblendi when it was over so he wouldn’t be punished for hiding.
“We are done here Asgardian! There is no negotiation, no price to be had! Loki is my slave, our payment! I suggest you return to Asgard before your father finds out, Odinson,” the giant bellowed at the god who showed no sign of backing down.
Y/N ignoring the chaos to look over the nervous Loki, obvious that punishment took the form of beatings though it didn’t look like he had taken one in a while, as well as food deprivation but it was apparent he was being fed well now as his body was regaining its toned lightly muscled look when he was shown to her over the projection after he had been on Jotunheim for a day, Helblendi dying to show her the new trophy.
That meant he was broken, it hurt to look him over, his weary emerald orbs watching the clash between both his brothers, paternal and adopted, battling it out with words and snarls. The shackles where just that, chainless shackles that did nothing to keep seidr bound, Loki was once powerful with it but looked like they had broken that part of him as well.
He was clean which was a shock, well-muscled toned body exposed to the coldness of this realm, she knew frost giant or not he was used to the warmth of Asgard knew he hated the coldness of this place more than she. Keeping a finger looped in the shackle Y/N was sure to prevent him from cowering, that wasn’t what he needed to do, it would earn him nothing but a beating and that was one thing she felt she couldn’t witness.
Quickly Y/N released the shackle Loki never noted she held the instant Helblendi turned to look at her, the god of thunder still fuming, staying on the giants heels as he stepped back to Y/N and her guard. The raven-haired god looked to be forcing himself to remain stoic and calm to not invoke the wrath of his frost giant brother.
It was a thing Loki had worked hard to keep held back, the wrath of his brother Helblendi, the past several years, he couldn’t take the beatings, the torture, none of it any longer. Stepping up to the giant he went back to his side to await orders sure not to look at anyone but to stare off in the midground.
“My queen. May I escort you to the dining hall? It has been rebuilt and I believe you will like how it was constructed this time,” the giants tone quiet towards Y/N, obvious to the two gods the giant was very familiar with her, it wasn’t fear but it was reverence he spoke to her in as well as a protectiveness, a cobalt blue lined hand reached to shuffle Loki away from her.
“What about your guest brother,” she spoke making the men take note, they knew there were no sisters or females born to Laufey.
The realization dawning on Loki, having read when he was allowed to this was his deceased middle brothers wife Y/N, queen of a people that lived on Midgard, a large collection of berserkers and ulfhednar. It was marriage that got his brother Blyster disowned but had Helblendi making it known the middle brother was a part of the family after Laufey’ death. Though Blyster was dead it left Y/N as the next to take up the treaties and trade agreements which had been happening all along just with no claim to the middle brother for making it so.
“He was just leaving. Where you not Odinson,” the giant rumbled low in his chest a warning as he turned to look at Thor who uttered out curses to him before being escorted out by the palace guard, the leathery skin giant turning back to Y/N who was looking over Loki, her heart ached, she knew that felling, the lost, the damned before looking back to Helblendi who had caught her.
“Don’t worry my queen, he hasn’t received a beating in some years now, he is a loyal servant of the crown now are you not runt,” Helblendi spoke hotly to the man, the broken slave next to him who answered with a yes master, before the giant took her hand once again hoisting the fur clad woman into the crook of his elbow, sure to keep her pulled close to share a little of his warmth though it was far and few between since their skin locked it deep inside at their core to keep them warm in this environment.
“I see the gift of the cask has made the palace grander than what it once was,” Y/N spoke, thankful it was closed off from the blowing cold, the halls actually lit with what she referred to as cold flame, it was a cold whitish blue light that flickered from the large wall sconces, a light that came from the cask itself.
“That it has,” Helblendi admitted the two talking like old friends as they continued to the dining hall.
Loki sure to keep pace with the giant, but occasionally looking back to her guard studying them over, it had been centuries since he had seen a berserker and he had never seen an ulfhednar, just read about those and it was peeking his curiosity, a thing that hadn’t happened in a long time. The god, the old god, wanting to know more, wishing he could speak with her, maybe, just maybe he could get lucky enough to sit in with them at the negotiations. It would be enough just to study her movements, the way she spoke, the brief grab to his shackle in the throne room made him note she was no weakling of a creature, that would run true if she was in fact ulfhednar.
The god almost forgetting his place as they entered the dining hall which was lit with a massive cold fire in two fireplaces, one on each end of the hall as they entered from the side, Loki so focused on Y/N and his brother he completely missed the servant carrying a tray to the table and slammed into them to stumble and bump into Helblendi.
Emerald orbs looking up to his brother in fear of what the punishment would be since this was the first time he had fucked up in years which meant bottled rage. A low growl from the giant had Loki moving back to stand ready for his punishment as Y/N slid from the giants arm to take the hand and pull Helblendi to get his attention away from Loki.
“It was an accident brother, show me my seat,” Y/N spoke steadily, the giants gaze falling on her with a smirk, he wasn’t stupid, knew what she done but went with it.
Helblendi ignoring Loki to guide the woman to the seat that was to be hers next to his own, noting Loki taking a stand behind the giants seat as he took his seat, her guard sitting on the opposite side of the table, everyone settling for Loki to sit between Helblendi and Y/N like a dog begging for scraps as they were served.
It was what one would possibly call a normal meal, everyone spoke even the berserker guard who were occasionally asked questions of their personal lives and spoken to by name by the giant king. Well, all for the fact the giant fed pieces food to Loki like a begging dog that hung on his brothers every move, an extra cup on the table handed to the once god that sat like a beat dog between them. It made Y/N’ stomach churn to observe it, he may have tried to destroy the realm, tried to take over Midgard, but this was too much for her to witness as a thought sprung to mind.
“Brother, may I,” Y/N hinted to the piece of bread in her hand then to Loki who was watching both interact, it was apparent he was trying to figure out the dynamic between the two royals, the giant nodding an OK for her hand it to him and that Loki would be permitted to take it.
Reaching down slowly Y/N was sure he had to touch over her fingers to take it, a gentle caress that had his eyes growing wide as he was not permitted to touch those above him, not daring to meet her gaze but the touch was all she needed as her senses where engulfed by pain, betrayal and submission to his fate. It tore a hole in her chest that ached even more so since they were still connected when Helblendi jerked him up by the collar, blinding fear consuming her insides before contact finally broke as Loki was hoisted into the air, the giant cursing him for touching her.
“How dare you touch her runt,” Helblendi snarled out, “you will ruin her with your vile mentality!”
“Helblendi! STOP,” Y/N roared to the giant who paused at the viciousness in the queens voice, it was a command when spoken had the entire room stilled, her guard at the ready but no one dared move as she hinted for Loki to be placed back to the floor between them.
Helblendi dropped Loki to the frozen floor between them, the god struggling to breath gripping to the collar and falling to his back to take in lungs full of burning cold air that scorched his lungs, head reeling and spinning. Vision was coming back slowly as was a bruise he could feel painting the skin under the collar as he remained laying in the floor for fear being thrown back to the stone if he got up to soon, his masters rage having not passed enough to allow it.
Loki had been a slave for several years and when he reached adulthood he was given away again. He was sold to a man that used him for sex. Loki had been a unique one with both male and female sexes. When his current master bought him he took Loki to the doctor and made him unable to reproduce. Loki had learned a long time ago to behave, but as he recovered from the surgeries he was heartbroken to know he'll never have little ones of his own. He didn't let it bother his duties to his master though. His master wasn't abusive or anything. He kept Loki fed and healthy. So he had no reason to be unhappy. A happy master meant a happy life for him.
He kept the house clean and took care of all of his needs. Those needs including anything intimate too. Loki was a virgin when his master took him in and quickly remedied that when Loki had healed. He was now use to all forms of sex with just his master. His master had never shared him before though.
Today was different though as Loki sat in the middle of the living room on a pillow on the floor. He was dressed in most precious collar; deep green with jewels along it's edges; beautiful golden bracelets, and only a short green skirt with gold trimming. He wore nothing under the skirt making it easy to please any of his master's guests with anything they wanted. He was told that the guests knew how he was below his waist. He sat on his legs with his hands on his knees. His dark hair framing his pale face beautifully. He remained quiet until he was called upon.
