A Thousand Years

“You do not get to tell me what to do you insolent little girl!” he snaps “I have been waiting a long time for this. It’s about time I teach you a lesson in respect!” with those words he tears your nightgown right off your body and throws you across the spacious mattress. “You will learn your place, even if it takes me years to teach you.”

You try to crawl to the other side of the bed and put some distance between you but he grabs your ankle and drags you back to him so that your bottom half is basically hanging off the bed. You hear him undressing behind you before a strange whistling noise…

Thwack

Something hard whips into the backs of your legs, you scream out and try to pull away but he just holds on tighter and whips you again. You turn and look over his shoulder to see him holding his thick leather belt over his head. This time when he brings it down it hits your bare ass.

“Maybe you will remember this the next time you feel the urge to speak out of turn!” he brings the leather down against you at least five times in rapid succession and your struggling starts anew, “it seems as if you aren’t learning any lessons from this.” This time he aims it across your back, the buckle hitting a notch of your spine, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of your screams but you can’t hold them back anymore.

He continues his punishment until you are a sobbing mess on the mattress, shaking and apologising over and over.

The hand on your ankle disappears but you don’t move a muscle, too sore and fearful of retribution. When his hand returns to your body it’s to rub some sort of salve over your back, thighs and butt. A cooling sensation replaces the burning pain and you let out a sigh of relief, it’s short-lived as Thor flips you over onto your back and looms over you naked as the day he was born. He braces himself over you, fingers curled into fists on either side of your head.
“Now to make a woman of my wife.”

Your fists pound uselessly against his bare and chiselled chest “Please stop! Haven’t you done enough!?”

He lifts one hand to graze along your cheek, wiping away a tear with his thumb. “Hush now little one,” he croons.

You pull your face away from his hand and look to the side of the room, fighting the urge to bite at his fingers or spit in his face. You would rather not find out what he does to violent, insolent girls. His hand leaves your face, trailing down your body before gripping your thigh and lifting it around his hip. You freeze in place and brace yourself for the inevitable pain that will follow your coupling.

Thor chuckles against you “oh, don’t worry little one, I promise to make this good for you.” His hand releases your leg and finds its way to your unclothed core, brushing softly against the hair between your legs. His thumb grazes something, brushing along a part of you that makes you gasp.

Thor directs a smug grin down at you before pressing down a bit harder, causing your hands to clench at your sides as you hiss in pleasure. You do not want to enjoy any part of this, especially not to such a brute of a man, but your body is betraying you. At his every touch you feel such magic thrum within your veins. His fingers dance through your folds and his lips blaze a fiery trail along your body and you are flying, you have never felt anything like this before.
His mouth makes it way between your legs causing you to shoot upright in shock, but he just places a firm hand on your stomach and pushes you back down, mouth latching onto that special part of you that makes your body sing. With his mouth preoccupied, his fingers find their way to your entrance, one slipping in easily to your dismay. He crooks it just so and suddenly you are not flying anymore, no you are falling. You are falling fast and hard though you do not know what to make of it.

The new feeling makes your body seize, your vision is white but somehow also colourful, a myriad of thought and feelings swirl through your brain but you can’t catch onto a single one of them at this point in time.

Once you come back to yourself you notice Thor’s face above yours yet again, a smug grin marred by your own juices “nothing like the face of a woman cumming.”
Your eyes widen at the use of such vulgar words but are distracted from responding by the realisation that he has slipped more fingers into you. Thor groans as you unwittingly clench around his fingers, he pulls them out and replaces them within his mouth, sucking them clean with darkened eyes and a feral grin.
His hips are nestled by yours, his legs stretching your thighs to make room for himself within your grasp. He lays a filthy kiss upon your neck as his… his manhood lays upon your womanly area.

“Is someone’s pretty pussy desperate for my cock?” he grins and moves the head of his… cock through the lips of your… pussy. Coating it in residual wetness before notching at your opening. You expect him to inch within you, taking your maidenhood as his and laying claim to your body.

Instead, he pulls away. You think maybe he’s going to make you return the favour, but before you can question him he’s sliding home in your body. Breaking through your barriers with one painful, forceful thrust.

You let out an ear-piercing scream, tears prick at your eyes as he carves a place for himself with no mind for your comfort. He pulls back slowly, whistling at something he must-see.

“So the wild little one did save herself for me. That’s good, less trouble for you,” you shift your head to see what he’s talking about. Nausea filling your stomach as you take in his blood-covered cock.

You lay your head back into the pillows, turning it so that you may bite into one to ground yourself from this pain. You resign yourself to the ever-clear fact that the first part of this was for your pleasure, and now… well, now it is all about his.
…
You rise with the sun, barely peeking out from behind some faraway mountains. You slip carefully from the large bed, so as to not disturb the snoring figure of your new husband. You find the robe provided to you by the servants last night and slip it over your shoulders, glad you didn’t wear it last night else it may have met the same fate as your slip. As you make your way over to his balcony you can feel the evidence of last nights’ activities between your thighs. You’re no expert, but even to your limited experience it seems like a lot to come from one man, though he’s not a man, he’s a god, and they probably don’t call him God of fertility for nothing.

You stand in the brisk breeze with pretty bird calls aiding in your attempts at relaxation while you watch the slow rising of the warm sun. You may be far away from home, but as you watch the sunrise, you know back home your mother and Edrice would be watching the same sun together over breakfast, hopefully thinking of you as you are of them.

Sooner than you’d like the spendings between your thighs gets too uncomfortable for you to stay and enjoy the early morning peace. You tiptoe to the adjoining bath-chambers to give yourself a thorough wipe down, not risking a bath in case the sound of running water awakens Thor. Once you’re as clean as can be given the circumstances you head to the chamber doors, popping your head out to see if you can catch a servant and ask for a dress. None of your things have been brought to the room as of yet, whether by negligence or Thor’s insistence, you do not know.

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You wrap the overly fancy shawl tighter around your shoulders, it’s a lot cooler than you anticipated, so used to year-round warmth this chilly breeze is an unwelcome change. But at least the hustle and bustle of the marketplace serves as a pleasant distraction to the cold weather and colder husband, vendors line the streets selling all manners of things. From fresh fruits, exquisite jewellery, the latest in fashions and even one that seems to be a menagerie of exotic animals.
You stop by the aforementioned animal stall and take in all the creatures. The poor things seem to be very agitated, there’s one tiny cage with three odd furry creatures standing on their hind legs. Inside small vials are what appear to be small colourful fish, there are birds of all shapes sizes and colours, frogs, snakes, odd-looking babies that look like cougars as well as wolf-like pups and so much more. None of them look happy or comfortable and it breaks your heart, you wish you had money to buy them all away from this horrible life.

But alas, all you have are the clothes on your back and some wildflowers you picked along your way here. You make eye contact with a funny little cougar, the only one not hissing or rubbing up against the small bars of its cage. You place your hand by its head and it slowly inches forward, rubbing itself against you as best it can.

“Hello there little one,” you coo “do you feel as trapped as I do? Probably more so, at least I’m not in a physical prison.”
The vendor seems to finally pick up on your presence and moves closer to you with a slimy grin “I see you have noticed one of my cats,” cat? Must be similar to the cougars you have back home “they’re mostly from the planet Midgard, an abundance of them there, like bunnies, which they also have.” He laughs at what he must think is a funny joke but you just go back to scratching the cat.

“You want?”

“I haven’t any money on me,” you sadly admit.

“For the future Queen, pfft, free. You just tell everyone where you got him, and be sure to visit me again soon. You could always come buy him a friend,” you smile at the suggestion, not because you want to help him in any way, but because you want all these animals to be rescued as soon as possible.
As soon as you’re away from the vendor you take your new friend out of his tiny prison, he purrs gratefully as you hold him in your arms “I shall never lock you away again little one,” you whisper into the scruff of his neck. “Now how do you feel about baths? You are a dirty boy.”
….

He never gets that bath. The moment you’re in the courtyard of the palace one of your ladies maid’s is rushing towards you in a frenzy. Babbling on about sneaking out, the royal family panicking and something about big trouble.

“Slow down Mysandrei, you’ll work yourself into a stupor.”

“Sorry, m’ lady. I thought it best to mention the worry the royal family felt upon noticing you missing. And the rage that Prince Thor flew into,“ she takes a deep breath as prompted and slowly calms down.

You hand off your new little friend to Mysandrei before rushing into the palace and nearly run straight into the Queen, flanked by her sons and some servants.
“Sorry my Queen,” you apologise quickly.

“Would this apology be for almost knocking the Queen over or for all the worry you caused the palace?” Loki drawls, though his mother is quick to scold him.
“No, it’s alright. He’s right. I’m sorry for both. I didn’t mean to worry anyone or sneak out. I just went for a stroll and didn’t want to wake anyone. I let some maids know where I’d be going but this is my fault. I should have said something instead of relying on another to spread my message,” you rush out, taking in their responses. Loki looks amused and Frigga looks relieved, it’s Thor’s reaction you’re worried about. You quickly glance towards him and take in his thunderous expression.

Frigga starts to wave off your apology and tell you that it’s alright but Thor is already by your side and dragging you away, giving some excuse of talking to you in private about proper etiquette. Though you fear there won’t be much talking.