Natural Disaster

Thor stood in front of his father’s throne waiting for the council members to arrive. He was a bit nervous; his father had decided last minute that he would be the one to preside over the council. It was no doubt a test.

 One of the oldest lords, Sif and Heimdall’s father, was discussing the progression of plans for the next tournament with him while they waited for the others to arrive. Thor was looking forward to the event and actively helping to make arrangements. It was originally supposed to be six months away but with the recent events Odin planned to use it as a means to lure out their unknown enemies and moved it up.

            Although the tournament was important Thor doubted, they would get to it since the council had still yet to replace the now deceased traitor. As his only surviving heir was an unmarried daughter not in her right mind there was no clear choice for replacement and top priority would be to replace him. Additionally, the drought had lessened but it was still causing problems and further updates and ideas would need to be discussed.

            Thor saw his mother arrived and moved to take Loki’s normal seat next to his father who was in Thor’s normal seat. Her action made him pause mid-sentence. He assumed she would preside over the council with him.

            The crowds started parting from the door and Thor knew what his mother had planned. He could see Loki’s guards making their way through the crowds. He swallowed and stood tall preparing for whatever revealing outfit Loki dawned. He would not become a slave to his jealously he had to control his temper, today more than ever.

            Suddenly, the guards parted at the foot of the stairs revealing Loki. Thor was a bit startled. None of his clothing was sheer in fact for Loki he was dressed rather modestly. And still Thor wanted to ravish him.

            His hair was done in Frigga’s typical style. His horns showed through his hair as he had painted them silver, with gold stripes. And tunic he wore was black and cut all the way to his belly button. His skirt wasn’t much better it was split clean-up both sides to mid-way up his thighs.

            Except for the cape, Thor was sure he’d seen a dress that looked similar to it.  The long gold cape dragged behind him. Thor was surprised his mother had openly let Loki wear that much gold to a court where Loki was not a Queen.

            Oh, Odin’s beard! Thor knew what the wink was for. Loki would be presiding with him.

            He heard Old Ullr say beside him. “He looks like the Queen Mother.”

 Thor knew what Loki reminded him of- the paintings of his grandfather’s coronation day. Loki was trying to look like a Queen.

Thor turned to Ullr, “We will continue this later.”

The Jotun smirked at him as he climbed the stairs. Thor met him halfway and kissed his hand. He led Loki up the stairs. A King did not step down from his throne for anyone less than a Queen.  Loki’s plan was going perfectly. Thor escorted him to his mother’s usual seat without hesitation.

 The Jotun was sure the council members were already deciding when the wedding would be. Loki had the crowned prince around his finger. Traditionally an intended sat first, then the King, but Loki wanted to see how much he could push it or how oblivious to tradition his prince was.  He continued to stand.

The thunder said nothing he only took his father’s spear in hand and rapt the end on the ground thrice, before moving to sit. Loki moved in unison, with a hand placed on his stomach.

No one else seemed to notice the move but Loki could see Odin narrow his eye at Loki. Good. He wanted the old King to think Thor had already spilled in him. If his suspicions were correct it would be the only way to peace soon.

As the council cleared out Frigg came to hug Thor. “You did well my son.”

She smiled at Loki. “You’re establishing your role well, my dear. And look at how handsome you are. You’re practically glowing.”

“Glowing” mumbled Odin before turning to Thor. “You did well. You still have much to learn before you are ready.”

Thor nodded. “I fear I will never be ready, but I will try my best.”

He turned back to Loki. “We are going to the infirmary today, him and Balder have a theory and need to know what all Lady Amora has remembered.”

Odin hummed. “and you are thrilled he’s letting you accompany him aren’t you.”

Thor smiled to himself. “I do enjoy his company.”

Odin gave him a strange look. Thor clearly didn’t catch it. He turned to Loki offering his arm. “Shall we journey to the infirmary?”

Loki nodded and took his arm.

The All-father turned to his wife. “They seem to have grown closer since the second attempt on Loki’s life.”

Frigga chuckled. “That’s young love for you, at each other’s throats one minute and in each other’s arms the next.”

Odin frowned. “I will trust they we keep enough space between them to not sire heirs.”

Amora was wake and reading when the two princes entered. “Your Grace, what a pleasant surprise.”

The way she stared at Thor bristled the hairs on Loki’s neck. She was oblivious to the fact that he even existed. He rolled his eyes at her.

“Lady Amora, Prince Loki is a master of seidr and has some questions for you know that you have regained some of your memories.”

She finally turned her attention to Loki. Her surprise at his adornments of gold and silver we evident on her face.  “Of course. Ask me anything I’d be happy to help. I understand that the reason Prince Balder is here is because he saved you from and attack. I’d do anything for the royal family.”

Loki gritted his teeth. He would not be goaded into jealous of this Lord’s daughter trollop. “I wish to look through your memories once more.”

She blinked and repeated. “Look through my memories.”

“Yes after the attack, I was the one to diagnose your magically induced amnesia.”

“I was under the impression it was a healer, as that takes years of training under the Vanir.”

Loki smirked. “Yes, I spent much of my adolescence studying under Frigga, the All-mother. After all I am to be her successor in power.”

Loki hoped that would put that bitch in her place.

“But not in title.” She stared him down.

The bitch was after Thor, after Loki’s man and his throne, no that would not due.

He smiled. “Perhaps not Queen of Asgard, but I will have a throne.”

She frowned at him.

“Now, I this will be easier if you allow me to put you to sleep.”

She turned to Thor. “My Prince are you sure this is safe.”

Thor gave her a comforting smile. “I trust Loki with my life, my lady, he will treat you with the up most care.”

She smiled at him and clasped her hand’s in front of her ‘accidental’ pushing up her cleavage.

Loki motioned for her to lie down on the bed. He raised his hand over her face causing her to fall unconscious. In the same manor he did previously he placed his hand over her forehead and entered her memories.

Loki saw what Amora had seen. He was a bit shocked at first seeing her face, but he quickly realized she was brushing her hair in the mirror. There was a noise at the front of the tent. Amora turned and was startled at the entrance of a dark elf Loki was sure he had never seen before. His clothes were that of the priest’s and he had a red symbol that was looked like two Ss stacked atop each other.

“Don’t worry Princess this won’t hurt a bit.” He said as he reached out to her, then the memory faded.  She remembered nothing after that.

Loki went back through it once again. Something seemed off, and not just with the strange dark elf.

He knew what it was that unsettled him. Amora’s emotions, she wasn’t scared of the man and before he entered, she wasn’t sad or angry like Loki’d expect after losing her whole family. In fact, the only emotion he could really sense was something akin to satisfaction.

Loki pulled himself from Amora’s mind and back into his own.

He awoke in his own chambers he could hear voices talking. Sitting up he noticed, Tyr talking with Thor.

“He hasn’t woken yet, but I swear brother when he does, I will fetch for you and father.”

Loki sat up. “I’m awake now.”

Thor turned and grinned. “Loki, how are you feeling?”

“Thirsty.” He said. “Did you carry me from the infirmary?”

Tyr headed for the door.

Thor on the other hand fetched a water goblet. “Aye.”

“Thank you,” Loki said taking the cup and sipping it. The Aesir prince sat at the foot of the bed.

Thor looked to Loki. “You have many secrets, Loki. But I wonder if there is anything that you wish to share with just me, before my father and brother return.”

Loki stared into his goblet. “Not right now, after dinner. Meet me here.”

Odin and Tyr returned minutes later. “Prince Loki, do you have any new information for us?”

“Yes, Allfather, it was a dark elf that took Amora’s memories. He had a strange symbol on his forehead in red. That was the only memory I unlocked.”

Thor jumped. “I shall have his head. Svartalfheim will feel my Thunder.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “Sit down Thor we’re not going to war just yet.”

Odin gave Loki a look. “I will send a message to the King to give him a chance to explain. If you are well enough you should join us for dinner, Prince Loki.”

He nodded. “I will try but for now I need to rest more.”

Loki waited for them to leave; he would need a long bath to set his plans in motion.

Loki entered the dinning hall that night, he wasn’t glamorized and hadn’t spent hours on his hair, but he still had Thor’s attention. He wore a simple tunic with breaches and left his hair to be loose and wild. Thor’s eyes followed him as he entered. The older prince moved to escort Loki to his seat across from Thor.   

Meili, Hodar and Bragi ran around the table chasing each other; the servants with their pitchers of wine and platers dodged the trio.

In the middle of dinner, Thor felt a foot rub against his own and up the back of his calf. He nearly dropped his turkey leg in surprise. He shot a look across the table to Loki. A subtle quirk of his lips told Thor what was happening. The Thunderer smiled to himself and resumed eating, pretending he hadn’t stopped listening to Njord’s story of the sailors.

However, Loki wasn’t going to stop there. He moved his foot up Thor’s leg until he was caressing his inter-thigh. Thor choked on his wine. No one seemed to notice as it coincided with the twist of Njord’s tail.

No one except for the King and the Queen Mother. Odin eyed his eldest son, before turning his attention to Loki who he eyed with weary. A thought occurred to him as his family continued to feast. He turned his attention to his mother, who seemed quite pleased with herself.

Despite gorging himself, the hunger in Thor’s eyes seemed to only intensify as the meal went on. Odin would be as blind to it as everyone else in the chaos, if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew his wife, his mother and Loki were all vying for another Jotun Queen. That and the All-father could not shake the feeling Loki’s actions at court had brought over him.

Bestla noticed her son’s suspicious gaze. She sent him a wink. Nords, help him if he tried to get between Loki and Thor.  

Before the sweet course could be served, Meili was trying to flee from Hodar and tripped a servant. An entire jug of wine landed Loki’s lap. Loki startled but because his foot was in Thor’s lap, when he bolted up he was un balanced and fell backwards, pushing the chair behind him backwards and landing hard on his tail.

Thor bolted from his seat and was around to the other side in a flash. “Loki, are you alright?”

His grandmother who was sitting next to her fellow Jotun helped him to his feet. Frigga was pulling Meili and Hodar out of the hall by their wrists; Freya helped the servant onto her feet.

Loki flicked his wrists sending wine everywhere.

 “Except for being soaked.” He huffed and wrung the liquid from his tunic.

The Queen Mother waved more servants over, “Get this cleaned up, immediately before someone slips on it.”

She nudged Loki towards Thor, “Thor, escort Loki back to his rooms, for a change of clothes. If you two hurry you might make it back for dessert.”

Before Odin could protest. Thor had scooped up Loki and was out the door.

“Mother!” He growled, managing to get through the mess of servants and wine to his mother.

“Did you plan this?” His whisper came out as a hiss.

“Oh, Odin, sweetie why on earth do you think that?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been conniving to have Loki on the throne since he was in diapers.”

She smiled. “The way those two look at each other I don’t have to interfere to insure Loki becomes Thor’s queen. Why it wouldn’t surprise me if a year from now he has his own little one in diapers.”

Odin huffed. “You forget, he maybe an adult by Jotunheim law but here he is still a child.”

Bestla rolled her eyes. “You and your father’s laws fail to account how different peoples age, Loki’s been bleeding for almost three hundred years now. If Thor wanted a Midgardian, you wouldn’t stop him from being with a 20 year. Not even reaching their first name day by Asgardian law, you’d let him.”

Odin scoffed. “I would not I would tell him Midgardian lives are fleeting, and he would only bring himself heartache.”

Bestla smiled to her son. “And yet he has friends on Midgard, who I am sure he will invite to the wedding.”

Loki huffed. “I’m not broken you buffoon. I can walk to my own rooms.”

Thor smiled. “Perhaps, I am using this opportunity as an excuse to hold you.”

 “You’ll be sticky and gross by the time we get to my rooms.”

Thor laughed as he opened the door to Loki’s room. “With you rubbing on my thigh like that I didn’t think I would be leaving dinner without somewhere being sticky.”

Loki slid to the floor but turned in Thor’s arms to face him. “Did you really find a little footsie that arousing?”

Thor loosened his arms around Loki, “I find everything about you arousing. Good Night, My Love. I’ll call for the servants to draw you a bath.” He kissed his cheek before turning for the door.

The jotun stood there in shock for a second. My Love.The future king had said he loved him. Thor said he loved him. Loki snapped back to his senses.

 “Wait!” He called out as Thor cracked the door open.

He pushed himself against Thor’s chest and kissed him. “Stay.”

            Thor groaned. “I cannot, I would have you.”

            Loki flicked his tongue against Thor’s lower lip. “I’ve been… I found a loophole, between Jotun traditions and Asgardian traditions so… you could have me.”

            Thor gaped. “What?”

            “Have you ever been with a man in the elven way?” Loki traced lines through Thor’s tunic.

            The blond was stunned. “If you’re asking if I am Ergi, no.”

            Loki shook his head. “No, I’m asking if you’ve ever been with an ergi?”

            Thor grinned. “Aye.”

            “The Jotunar consider such things to perverse to be considered sex. Sex is for procreation and marriage. After all the Nords gave us both parts and children are rare so such practices are not done… well they aren’t talked about.”

            Thor ran his hand down Loki’s back and down to his ass. “And you would do something your people consider perverse, to be with me?”

            Loki kissed him again. “You can’t impregnate me, and my maiden head cannot be broken, unless you wish to be taken I see it as the only way I can be with My King before I’m married in service to him.”

            Thor tightened his grip on Loki’s buttocks. He growled into Loki’s neck. “Say that again.”

            Loki grinned and began undoing his and Thor’s breaches. “What part?”

            Thor started nipping at his pulse. “You know damn well what part.”

            “Is that what My King wishes, too hear me praise him, moan for him, while he takes me, and praise his majesty?”

            Thor started walking them backwards. “Yes.” He groaned. “I’ll stretch you and have you begging.”

            Loki laughed. “Thor, I knew what I wanted going to dinner. I’ve already prepared myself.”

            Thor growled. “And if I said no?”

            Loki gasped as Thor pushed him down onto the bed. “Balder’s been awfully lonely in the healer’s wing.”

            He pulled his tunic from his body before pull Loki’s boots and breaches from his legs.

            As soon as he was nude the Jotun turned over onto his stomach and stretched out on the covers. Thor removed his own trousers before gripping Loki’s hips and flipping him onto his back.

            Loki huffed. “Thor, I’ve read the books. The elves clearly state that hands and knees is the most pleasurable for both men.”

            Thor leaned down to kiss him and whispered against his lips. “As you are so fond of reminding me. You don’t only have the form of a man but also those of a woman.”

            He kissed him once again as he slid to the floor on his knees.

            Thor gripped Loki’s semi-hard cock in his hand and began to stroke. The younger prince had raised himself up on his elbow to stare at the older between his legs.

            “So tell me, My love, if you are both a man and a woman, wouldn’t that make me a poor lover if I did not pleasure you as both?”

            Loki’s breath shuttered. He hadn’t planned for this. Ymir’s horns this wasn’t going to plan, the young prince’s nerves were shot, but Nords was he aroused.

  The blond leaned forward and kissed the tip of the member in his hand, before kissing Loki’s thighs down to his quim. When he reached the wet folds, he met Loki’s wide red eyes before wagging his eyebrows.

            Loki was cut off mid-eye-roll by the decent of Thor’s tongue. He gasped as he traced the edges with the tip. Thor continued to stroke him with one hand while the other he began circling Loki’s asshole.

            Blue thighs quivered over the thunder’s shoulder, as Loki’s gasps became more and more frequent. Thor kissed him once more before murmuring against his cunt. “So wet for me, you like me kissing you here, Love?”

            Loki made a mewling noise and gripped the blankets harder, his head thrown back so far his horns penetrating the blankets.

            “Tell me, would you be mine if I took your maidenhead with my tongue?”

            Shakily Loki groaned out as Thor tongued over the aforementioned membrane hard. “Can’t. I have to… I have to.”

            Thor plunged a finger into Loki’s asshole pulling a moan from him. Thor resumed his menstruations to both Loki’s cunt and his cock. Loki’s hips rose from the bed.

            Seconds later, Loki’s thighs tightened around Thor’s head, as he screamed and came all over his stomach and Thor’s hand.

            He gasped and tried to catch his breath as his orgasm flooded through him. Thor watched him with a feral grin. He rose from his knees and began kissing back up Loki’s body, sucking Loki’s white seed from his blue skin as he moved up his body.

            Loki just watched him panting and slack-jawed.

            “Feel good?”

            Loki tried to regain his composure. “I suppose.”

            Thor grinned and moved to kiss his lips. “Lair, you loved it.”

            Loki pushed Thor back. “I don’t love the taste of my own semen. And the feel of my slick in your beard as you kiss me.”

            “My apologies, I was trying to be romantic before I take my own pleasure.”

            Loki turned over onto his stomach and looked back over his shoulder at Thor. “How about you just take it before, I fall asleep.”

            Thor huffed. “You’ll be too sore to sleep when I’m done with you.”

            Loki wiggled his ass. “Promises, promises, I’ve heard enough about your prowess thunder, show me the lightning.”

            Thor placed his hands-on Loki’s ass and began to gather some of the slick from Loki’s cunt and rub it over the hole. Loki had prepared well before dinner, but there was a difference in taking a cock for the first time and taking fingers.  

            “Don’t be gentle with me.” Loki said letting out a nervous breath.

            Thor snorted. “This is your first time. Of course, I’m going to be gentle with you. Relax for me love.”

            He gripped his hips and began to guide the tip in.

            “Shit, you’re bigger than my fingers.” Loki moaned out.

            Thor chuckled. “I would hope so.” He pushed in further.

            He continued to inch his way in slowly. Loki dropped from his hands to his elbows as Thor bottomed out.

            The blond groaned. Loki was so tight and hot around his dick, for some reason he’d always figured Jotun quims wouldn’t be as hot.

            Loki made a choked noise.

            “Am I hurting you?”

            Loki shook his head against the bed.

            “Does it feel good?”

            This time he sobbed and nodded.

            Thor moved his grip to both sides of his hips and began thrusting in shallow rolls.

            “Tell me if it hurts or you don’t like it.”

            Loki groaned. “My king may do with my body as he pleases.”

            Thor snapped his hips. “Your king, wishes for his Queen to moan his name.”

            Loki blushed before retorting in broken gasps of each thrust. “Then my king should have bedded her and not his advisor.”

            Thor reached a hand around and began stroking his cock. “And what would it take for you to be my queen?”

            You to come in my cunt. “Come in me, every night until you bring me my would-be assassin’s head.”

            Thor grinned as he thrust harder. Loki came for a second time that night, collapsing on the bed. Thor held him up by his hips and began to fuck him vigorously. Loki was dazed but over Thor’s grunts as he came he heard the sky’s open up with rain.

            The Jotun waited until Thor was asleep to slip to his washroom. He himself was tired, but he couldn’t waste this opportunity. He placed a hand over his abdomen and whispered a freezing spell. He could feel the liquids inside him turn to ice. Digging for the vial that Queen Frigga had given him, Loki pushed his fingers into his ass and pulled Thor’s frozen seed from him.

            He looked at the pearly white substance in his hands. Frigga’s words about the right time and assassins followed him. But the words that haunted him the more were the dark elf in Amora’s memory calling her princess.

            Biting his lip, Loki closed his eyes and slid the seed past his lips. As he pushed it in further he felt his maidenhead break, a small amount of hot blood landed on his fingers. But the prince continued to push Thor’s seed as far into his quim as he could.

            Pulling his hand away he quickly pushed his hand under the water to wash away the evidence of what he’d just done. Before leaving the sanctity of his washroom he whispered another spell with his hand over his womb, a spell he’d used before to induce his heat.

            Once done he returned to his bed and to Thor, his future king.