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[saralaurensmagalona]

A General Misunderstanding Chapter 2

And there it goes ! Have fun !

When Thor had learned about the terms of the peace treaty between his father and the ice monsters, his first reaction had been to break everything within the range of his mighty hammer. His friends weren't enough to hold him back. Only Frigga All-Mother managed to get her hyperactive offspring under control with her promise of terrible retaliations. She explained, she bargained, she compromised, she minimized and finally lost patience and told her loud spawn that there was no other issue to get out of this costly and bloody war. Thor was boiling and, had it been someone else than his own mother in front of him, he would have killed the one uttering such nonsense as “duty,” “alliance,” “marriage,” “greater good...” Ultimately, Thor failed at every attempt to stop this madness. He was to marry the bloody monster, period. Odin's word had been final.

Thor had been then in a state mixing rage, confusion and despair, the like he never experienced before. His whole long but young life everything had been handed to him on a silver platter. He had suffered no test, no challenge and no ordeal. Wasn't he the beloved golden prince ? The undefeated hero of Asgard ? Everything had always turned to his advantage and now, he was treated as common goods, a pawn to serve a laughable truce ? As if it would work anyway. The... thing he was to have in his bed would try to kill him as soon as they set foot in the bridal apartments. Not if Thor had a say to it anyway... He actually tried everything to prevent this horror from happening. And he failed each time. He knew that his parents were basically right. That deep inside he had to do this, to do his duty, to serve his country. He could not be a beloved and revered prince (and future king) and not do what his people needed him to do. And yet… The very idea of a Jötunn laying next to him under the bed sheets gave him a large scale of feelings from “hysterical laugh” to “commit murder and then suicide.” He was counting the dreadful days. No one gave him any piece of information about anything, except how he was supposed to behave in front of the monster. He should have made the most of his last days of freedom and sanity, instead he was moping around, pestering his already exhausted mother. As usual, when it concerned private matters or official ceremonies, his usually righteous father left everything in her care, meaning that he had no time to loose with such trivia… Secretly thinking that it was the Queen's job, not the King's. Not a thing he would dare to say to her beloved face...

Frigga loved him with all her being, but, at times, she was dying to give him a good piece of her overloaded mind…

And, finally, the end of happy days for Thor. That horrible morning, he was in a daze, wishing for that horror to be soon over with and, in the same time, hoping still, against all hope, for a last minute event to prevent the whole disaster. A last minute event that never came and Thor was starting to feel sick when he caught a glimpse of King Farbauti and his sons' silhouettes, not of fear of them but of what they brought. As he was forced to salute them he wished he had Mjöllnir in his hand to smash them all in his fueled and contained rage.

Until he saw him.

At first, Thor had thought it was a Jötunn child. And then he saw the graceful long legs, the slim waist, the elegant shoulders, the restrained arms that seemed bound by ropes of pearls... It was an adult male... Jötunn ? Apart from the dark silky mane, the deep blue skin and the hint of blood red eyes behind heavy black eyelashes (the creature had his eyes permanently cast down so it was hard to tell...), it looked almost Asgardian... Thor felt his mouth go dry, his face go hot, his hands sweating, his legs slightly shaking... And when he saw the shapely mouth and full lips murmuring something Thor didn't register, one crazy and dominant thought took over of what was left of the Thunderer's mind. HE WANTED HIM. Hence the insanely unexpected urge that pushed him to grab his groom-to-be and kiss him quite brutally, making a show of himself as a greedy brute.

Never in his rather long life of sentimental conquests and many seduced partners had Thor endured such a hunger. It was as if a hole had been suddenly carved in his chest that only the creature could fill. He had fell in love at first sight and bad. Something he had never expected to happen on this particular day, not in a million years...

He was pulled from his intended, quite violently. He barely heard his mother's angry murmured words and his father's attempt at dignity and apology to the wronged party. He didn't see Farbauti's rage that was barely controlled by the need of diplomacy. After all, it was almost a compliment on his runt's attractiveness, although it was inappropriate and rude, even on the edge of aggression... Thor saw none of that. He only saw his slightly trembling future “husband”, taken away by Frigga, eyes still cast down, trying to hide the need to wipe his mouth and his eyes for tears that threatened to spill. Talk about first impressions. Thor had simply terrorized him in the middle of an already stressful situation. He had made a massive blunder of epic proportion. Something that will be particularly hard to repair... And his heart was still beating like a crazy drum.

***

For the rest of this exhausting day, the ceremony, the vows, the service, the feast… Thor couldn't find a second of intimacy with his now husband. They didn't have exchanged one word to each other. Not to say one look. Loki seemed to carefully avoid any eye-contact... But anyway, there was always someone in the way, either an Asgardian courtier or an official or a Jötunn diplomat, or even a member of either of the royal families. Frigga knew her son's agony but there was nothing she could do. Until the night's celebrations were truly started, the newlyweds were expected to do their official duties and nothing else (and they were numerous...). Any private moment away from the public eye could appear suspicious. Something both parties could not afford. The truce was still fragile. And yet, Thor was dying for a minute, a second of real discussion with the one he had married for better or worse.

The one who let his hand slip under the table, as if by accident, if Thor tried to touch it during the banquet. The one who had his eyes permanently on the floor. The one who talked so low it was hard to understand. And for what he said, it was just well-rehearsed compliments that had all to do with diplomatic necessities, with protocol and nothing with sentiment... Never had Thor felt the need to grab someone, throw them on his shoulder and run away as far and fast as possible. But that would be another disaster and the poor thing would be screaming rape at the top of his lungs.

***

The feast was almost over. The sun has started to come down and soon the orchestra would start the dance. Thor knew that he had to open the ball with his... husband. That word didn't sound real for now. Instead, he thought of the blue beauty's name, a name he didn't bother to remember at first.

Loki Laufeyson. Prince of Jötunnheim. Royal consort of Asgard. The one he was supposed to love and protect until death do them part…

Sitting on his golden armchair, next to Thor, eyes fixed on his almost untouched silver plate, mouth tightly shut, hands dutifully resting on his thighs, stiff as a sapphire statue, terror like a dark invisible aura all around him. It's not like Thor could blame him. The Norns knew he had made no secret of his deep-rooted hatred of the Ice Giants. “The Ice monsters”, he used to call them when in a good mood. “Ice scum” or worse in a bad one. He was also known for having waved around his hammer covered in indigo-tainted blood during terrible battles he had won against said Ice scum... He had been boasting about it back in the days. Now, he was bitterly regretting it, wishing that he had shut his damned trap. Had he knew… But now, it was too late. So, how could it be otherwise ? How was it possible for Loki to even have a little trust in the murderer next to him ? The murderer that would soon bring him in the palace's bridal suite to... ?

Thor made a grimace. He had to postpone his wedding night until further notice. There was absolutely no way in Hel he would force his new husband. Thor was a warrior, a prince with a high sense of honor. Not a rapist. Period.

Thor sighed. The end of the day was his only hope. That night, he would be alone for the very first time of his arrogant life with his new husband. He then would try and make a conversation as normal as possible and reassure him, make some kind of a truce, compromise... Would he listen ? Would he believe Thor's sincerity ? That was a different matter... Thor was more likely expecting a knife in his guts coming out of nowhere before he could utter one single word...

The servants came to clear the dancing scene of the banquet's remains and make place for the guests. Thor breathed to rest his heart, rose from his chair and bowed to Loki, presenting his right hand to invite him to dance. They both knew the etiquette and what was expected of them both. Cold fingers settled in Thor's sweating palm. They were tense as if Thor's skin could be a threat. Loki didn't even raise his eyes once despite Thor's insisting gaze. He had hoped for a sign, any sign of acknowledgment that never came during this dance. It was their first touch. Well, second, if Thor's stupid move was counted. It was a boring decent protocol dance every royal newlyweds had to perform. Very little touching except for the hands. Yet Loki was more graceful and light-footed than Thor. Thor knew how to dance but he had always been very stiff. He was even more stiff considering his brutal need of holding this transparent blue butterfly so close they could melt into one being... His blood was boiling. It was hard not to grab and kiss again. It was hard not to do anything at all...

It was even harder to feel that whatever Thor might or might not do, the one he had fallen so quickly and brutally in love with would more likely never, ever, love him back.

The music stopped to allow the dancers to rest before the next dance. They had been at it for three rows, the etiquette obligation was done. Thor almost gave a sigh of relief but he was afraid to give Loki the idea that sharing a dance with him was repulsive. Thor was just fed up with all this wish-washy ceremonial nonsense. Loki remained perfectly still. Thor almost admired him for that. The sun was starting to set down. The feast was almost to its fullest. Groups were forming everywhere, chatting, drinking, eating, laughing dancing… Some couples, a little intoxicated, were already hiding behind the columns. It was rather common in Asgard that grand events ended up in orgies. Thor remembered how often he had grabbed some giggling servant maiden or an inebriated soldier during one of those events and hid behind those very same columns. Things were so simple then. Everyone was just going at it, no questions asked. Nothing holding back. A wedding without a little bit of lewd behavior would be considered as a dull affair. Thor couldn't believe having been so childish then. Thinking that frolicking around was the epitome of sentimental life. And lo and behold, he had fallen in love with the least appropriate person and yet at the most propitious time, paradoxically. With absolutely no idea how to deal with it.

***

The sun had almost disappeared when Thor was briefly seperated from Loki. While the Thunderer was taking care of some chatty guests, Loki had sat back to his seat and resumed his stiff posture, his back straight, his hands in his lap. Thor was wondering if he had been forced to use this statuesque pose all his life. “Beautiful, innit ?” Thor turned to see his friend, Fandral the Dashing. Of course. He had been the confident, and sometimes the accomplice, of his many sensual adventures. He had to be the one to comment this incredible situation first. “This was quite surprising...” He sighed. “ Such a beauty to be born into this hellhole they call Jötunnheim...” – Fandral...” Thor warned. “ They might be listening... Fandral chuckled. - I was pitying you this morning and now I find myself almost envying you. He is quite a wonder. - Do not envy me, friend...” Thor sighed. “It is a hopeless marriage when one is in love and the other is not. Fandral turned to Thor, quite surprised. - Already, my dear friend ? Well, it is all well, then. All you have to do is to woo and seduce your bride... Groom... Whatever. There must be a chunk in this icy, invisible armor where you can breach and steal his little heart. Thor gave a pouting face. Easier said than done. Fandral could be too much optimistic. – But I am wondering...” Fandral pursued, looking at Loki. “There is something odd about him... Do you think he is alright ? Thor looked at Fandral as if he was insane. - Fandral, he will never return to his homeland. He will rarely get to see his family and the only people he ever knew. He is to live forever with people who basically hate his kind and he is supposed to give me, ME, the Ice Monster Killer, an heir, whether he likes it or not. By the Norns, how can he be alright ?! - Indeed.” agreed Fandral. “But... Look at him. He is so stiff, so passive... Totally unresponsive. Don't you think he had been sedated ? Or put under a spell to make him docile ? Thor looked at the beautiful, almost lifeless sitting figure. What Fandral said made sense. Loki might have been reduced to powerlessness by some treacherous means. The idea made Thor's stomach churn. - He said something scary though...” Fandral pursued. “I heard it just after your dance, before he returned to the table. - What was it ?” Thor demanded, his eyes fixed on Loki. Fandral sighed. - Well, he looked at the window for a little while and he murmured 'I'll never see the beautiful sunshine again.'” Thor felt a cold shiver down his spine. As if the situation wasn't already hard, Loki was making more drama out of it.

Thor couldn't say if he was happy to see the masquerade coming to an end or wishing it wouldn't ever.

***

Thor had hoped for a discreet disappearance from the feast with Loki. It was half remarked and half discreet. It was already late when Thor proposed to Loki if he wished to retire. His answer had been a simple nod. He had risen from his seat and followed Thor and the torchbearers that were supposed to escort them to the bridal suite. Thor surprised an encouraging smile from his mother and some cheers by his friends and the only guests remarking their departure. All the others were already too busy or inebriated to remark their departure.

Thor couldn't help but noticing that Loki was marching like a soldier to the battlefield. Or more like a convict to the scaffold.

This was going to be a long night.

[saralaurensmagalona]

Your True Desire, Part Two A Thorki fanfiction by Magalona

Hi guys ! Here the rest of the story and the link to the original manga :

https://e-hentai.org/s/c462db01e0/856123-1

Thank you !

A silhouette stepped out of the dark, a huge brown-haired man, taller than Loki, muscled enough to pass for an Einherjar. He was looking at him as if the Trickster was his next meal. “Leaving so soon ?” Another with black skin and scars on his chest came along, blocking the path. They seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Loki's senses were plain dead. He hadn't detected them in any way. His heart was literally booming and his reflexes seemed totally numb. He had been drugged by the incense, or the drink or the music. He was sure of it. In normal times, he would have grabbed the arm that held his torso and twisted it until it broke. He would have crushed the hand that had snaked its way through the leather of his coat to touch his feverish skin. It was crude, it was gross... And he was paralyzed. “Well, well, well, such a pretty kitten...” Two other guys, a blond with green eyes and another with tattoos on his right arm, started caressing his shoulders and waist. The Tattooed one grabbed Loki from behind and KISSED, KISSED his neck. How could he ?! It made him shiver from head to toe. Something he had never felt before. He managed to find his tongue back. “What... What do you want ?” His voice was tiny and hoarse, as if coming from someone else, someone who was afraid, in grave danger. Loki might have been often in danger but never afraid. Ever. He heard gentle and mocking laughs. The four of them were getting closer. One of them caressed his shoulder, the one with black skin started to open Loki's coat and shirt, the blond one peppered kisses on the other side of his neck and they all started groping him. Loki wanted to scream but his throat was stuck. “Thought it was obvious, kitten...” Murmured the brown-haired one, biting Loki's pale ear. “We're going to fuck you.”

****

Horror was creeping under his skin. But curiously, it was a muffled kind of horror. As if it was only a nightmare and he was about to wake up. But he wasn't. “Hands off me !!” Loki screamed. “Leave me be ! How dare you !” He was trying to free himself but they meant business. They were tightly holding him. The Tattooed One had grabbed his legs and lifted him up like he weighted nothing. The Blond One had him be the armpits while the two others held his waist, preventing him from squirming. “There, in the room, we'll be comfy.” As desperate as a cat in a bag, Loki twisted himself in vain. They seemed strong, stronger than he was, he, Loki of Asgard, who had had his fair share of monster killings, at least equal to his dumb brother's, if not more. Thor. He wanted to scream for help, to call out Thor, but pride and shame held him back. It was foolish but he couldn't help it. Better be dead than let his brother see him in that disgusting position. Those men were nothing. He HAD to get out by himself or he wouldn't bear to show his face in court again, in front of his father, if Thor knew... He would be ruined forever.

They passed through a door, Loki still suspended in mid-air by them four. Loki had barely time to register a padded room with a very large couch, similar to those in the orgy hall, with the same red velvet. He fought a last time but it seemed that his forces were slowly drained by an unknown spell. “Here, perfect. We won't be bothered.” The big one said helping put Loki down. Loki tried to stand up but four pairs of hands pinned him down, taking control of his legs and hands, touching him everywhere, tearing his clothes, baring him... “Hurry up !” Said Tattooed One. “I can't wait to screw him good !” “Yeah, me too !” Shrieked Blond One like an excited schoolgirl. Loki's whole being was shaking with disgust, contorting himself, he screamed in rage and agony. “I'LL KILL YOU ALL !” He had mustered his last strength in this last threat. He simply heard chuckles as the last shred of cloth was discarded and he felt the cold air. The hands went on and on while the four pigs where making lewd comments. “So smooth, just like a girl !” “Babe ! You've got a real bod !” One grabbed Loki's breast, another licked his side. Loki couldn't bear it but their arms were like irons. “STOP IT !” He had a dreadful feeling that all was in vain but he wouldn't give up without a good fight. Then his underwear were gone, almost torn from him and, to his incomprehension and horror, Loki realized that he was erect. It was impossible. It had to be a reflex, it had to be... Black One laughed. “You're telling us to stop when you are that hard, baby ? “ “Man, that must hurt !” Said Brown One while giving it a caress that made Loki jump and squirm. It had sent sparkles throughout his whole body. “I want to see his ass !” Blond One said and it was the signal for all of them to start the job. Loki yelled but was turned around just the same. Loki's bare behind was round and pale. He would have cried for the shame. “Wow, as expected ! Smooth like a girl !” Said Tattooed One. “ Looking real good !” “Who goes first ?” Said Blond One. “I saw him first so he's mine !” Said Brown One. “But first... We've got to prep him...” Before Loki could fight back, he was pulled up on his arms and legs, while one of them was holding his neck. He could only see the padded floor. Then he felt oily fingers penetrating... He screamed. **** At that point, he was only moaning. He was shaking so much he had to be held in place. One of them, he couldn't tell which one, was slowly fingering him, loosening up, making him open whether he wanted it or not... Worst thing was, he was doing it well, whoever he was. He was doing it in despite of Loki's consent but he was doing it smoothly and carefully. The others were obviously enjoying themselves. Loki hadn't seen them undress but they were all naked now. All of them were caressing themselves to get ready while smirking, grinning... Enjoying the show, clearly. One of them stepped forward, his prick gloriously standing. “Here, babe, suck this.” He said, caressing Loki's head. Loki felt himself opening his mouth and engulfing the prick. His mind was in a total mist by now. All will to fight back gone. Stimulated behind and possessed in front, he was weak and powerless. “Hey !” Another protested. “Not fair ! I want him to suck me too !” “Don't worry.” Said Brown One, still busy with Loki's ass. “Everyone will get their own share. But first, I'll get him ready...” “It's going to be for hours at that pace, man !” Blond One grunted. “You're too slow. Let me...” Loki felt himself turned up again. He was now one the couch, the four of them standing on the sides. Blond One was kneeling between his legs since Brown One had left Loki's ass. “Be a good boy and you won't get hurt.” Blond One told Loki. “We're going to make you feel reeeeaal good.” Loki was about to insult him when Blond One went down and licked... Licked... His hole. “NOOOOO !” Loki screamed at the top of his lungs.

Having someone's tongue in... This repulsive place... It couldn't be. Who in their sane mind would do something like that ? Loki was losing himself, even if it was sickening... “Easy, babe... We don't want to hurt you.” Brown One said. “How is he ? Ready yet ?” Another said while touching Loki's face with his thing. Loki had to push it away to make him stop. “Not yet.” Blond One left Loki's ass to answer. “Just a bit...” Something broke in Loki and he screamed again. He was released, exhausted from the fight and the overwhelming sensations. “There.” Blond One stated, rising up. “That should do it. You go.” Brown One stepped back forward as Blond One was leaving the place, grabbing Loki's right leg to lift him up. Tattooed One did the same with his left leg. Loki was offered up, wide and naked to the Brown one. “No ! DON'T !” His voice was stuck, freezing at the sight of the inevitable. “Easy, babe. It'll hurt if you fight it...” The sensation of that disgusting rod was thrilling and painful. It was tearing him slowly, softly, in the most excruciatingly tender way. It was horrifying and exciting. There was pain but also a brutal surrendering, a willingness to give up any thought, to give up any worry, to follow the flow, the heat, the scent... Loki let out a blood curdling scream, his head fell back on the pillows. The man chuckled at the sound and started to move. Everything was turned in a twirl. “My, he's tight ! We've got a cherry boy down there !” To this, in the blur that had become the world outside his millions of sensations for Loki, the others whooped and cheered. Loki moaned barely... He didn't care at all... “What, baby ? Want me to go deeper ?” Brown One didn't wait for any answer and thrust harder. Loki clenched his teeth, his eyes closed. “Man, your virgin ass is squeezing my cock so tight, baby... You'll make me come !” Loki couldn't answer back. He was panting and moaning in synch with the other' moves. He was being RAPED. His mind registered it but his body was responding on his own. Worse, the pain had receded and a sort of comfortable numbness had taken place. As if Loki's own body had decided to let got and wait for this nightmare to pass...

He was now on all four. One of them was taking him from behind while the other was making him suck. They were exchanging places and asking each other to hurry up. Loki had lost count. They were only four but it seemed they were dozens... Surprisingly, he was not hurting nor gagging anymore. “Hey ! Man, you came in his mouth before doing his ass !” “Move, I'm next !” They came, and came, and came. Loki was drenched in sweat and … other things. He was put on his back so he could breathe easily. It was the Black One. He was pounding into Loki in vain. They had finally noticed Loki wasn't coming at all. They had several times already but Loki's body wasn't getting any completion. “The hell, baby ? You don't like it ?” “Wait, I'll stimulate a bit...” Blond One tried to caress Loki's erect and sore penis but didn't get much improvement. “Man, kitten, you'll drain us all before you've even came once !” Brown One said, obviously displeased. “Wait, I have an idea...” Brown One helped Blond One to raise Loki's hips. Black one was still in Loki so it made Loki cringe. Then Tattoo One appeared, his prick up and glorious, ready again. “How about we put two at once ? It'll make him come faster.” Loki's buzzing brain finally registered what they wanted to do and horror came back at full speed. “NO !!” Loki screamed. “You can't possibly …!!” But Tattoo One knelt while straddling Black One and pushed in Loki's already oversensitive and full hole. The pain, the burn, for some dreadfully long seconds, were unbearable. Loki almost fainted.

He was darkness, he was movement, he was fullness... He was those men in the same time he was himself. It didn't matter any more who was holding him while two others were fucking him in a primal, beast-like way and the fourth was readying himself again, encouraging the group. Loki was a body amongst other bodies now, locked with many other bodies. He wasn't even really Loki anymore. “Fuck, we came again before him !” “Wow, you're a greedy sex kitten ! You're a love god !” “I can't get enough of him ! I could go all night.” Even the voices came from far away. Loki didn't care anymore whether he understood them or not. Until a booming cry pierced the numbness and woke him up. “LET GO OF HIM !!”

****

Thor. Thor, insane with anger, his hammer ready to strike. And then all came to Loki, the reality, the impossible madness he had been trapped into. Naked, raped, soiled, defiled by unknown men. And his brother, his secret love, had seen it all.

The four brutes stopped immediately. “Huh ?” Said Blond One, stupidly. “Who the fuck are you ?” Thor showed bare teeth like a lion ready for the kill. “Bastards !! I'll smash you all into bloody pieces !” Loki was about to yell to Thor not to move, that it was not what he thought, when the owner and several of his masked guards flooded the room. “Seize him !” The owner had pointed his finger to Thor. Loki had time to think that he was craey. Thinking that some pathetic minions would suffice to stop the Thunderer. In a way, he hoped they did and hit him hard enough for him to forget about his brother's shame... Actually, they did manhandled his brother, to Loki's complete astonishment. They couldn't grab Mjölnir but they did put Thor face on the ground. Loki couldn't believe what he saw. The Mighty, invincible Thor, on the ground, held by some faceless thugs. He had been drugged too. It was impossible otherwise. “Your Highness...” The owner said in a calmer voice. “We would be grateful if you refrained from disturbing our work. We'll handle this man...” He said turning to Loki's aggressors. “Please continue.” “Cool ! Thanks, dude !” Brown One replied. “You son of a pig !” Thor screamed. “You set this up ?” “Of course !” The owner turned to Thor. “This is what Prince Loki ordered...” Loki felt his breathing die. Thor was watching the owner with enormous eyes. “His 'True Desire'...” The owner concluded. Thor opened and closed his mouth. To him, this was gibberish. To Loki, it was a horrible realization. “Here, in our establishment...” The owner explained with a dramatic movement of arms. “We are proud to fulfill even the most gruesome desires of our customers. Everything is possible, beyond your wildest dreams.” He gestured towards Loki. “Prince Loki's secret True Desire, at least part of it, was to be assaulted by various men. That if he could not have his most secret wish, he would be used by many and then have his completion...” Thor turned his desperately blue eyes to his brother. “He is saying that in jest, surely ? It cannot be !” Loki was red with shame and turned away, trying to hide his need to cry. Because what the owner had said was absolutely true. If he could not have Thor, he wished to be satisfied in an orgy such that he would never long for Thor again. Loki knew it was pure madness but he couldn't really help it. It was impossible for the owner to know about it, as Loki always kept that in his innermost being. A silence followed. “Very well.” Thor finally said in cold, calm tone. “Let me do him then.” Loki's heart skipped a beat. “WHAT ?!” He yelled. “Well...” The owner though a bit. “It doesn't interfere with our objective, here. Unhand him.” “B-Brother ?” Loki asked in a very tiny voice. Thor's face was pure anger. Loki again felt that paralyzing fear. Thor started discarding his armor and throwing it away. “If you like sex that much... Then I'll fuck the hell out of you !”

Thor's knelt between Loki's legs, almost nude. The audience whooped and told him to go on. Loki was trembling with terror. “Brother, you can't...” Thor didn't answer. He simply kissed Loki with all his strength. Loki closed his eyes in reflex. He could feel Thor's warmth, Thor's tongue. Thor's kisses were teethy and possessive, making sure Loki was his. Loki was ready to faint again. This felt different. This felt right. The fact that it was Loki's first kiss was accessory. Loki was melting. He found himself ready to do anything Thor wanted, anything at all... Then the kiss was brutally broken and Thor shoved Loki's head into the mattress, cutting his breath short. “You dirty whore !!” gnarled Thor. “This is what you want, right ?” He forced Loki's legs to open and presented himself shamelessly. He was huge, bigger than anything Loki might have seen. “I swear you won't fuck anyone else once I am done with you...” Once Thor shoved himself into Loki, the pain was back again, more than ever. “Please ! Brother ! Not so fast !” Loki panted. “Huh ?” Growled Thor. “You already had your ass stretched and you're complaining, now ?” Loki whined. Too much, too big, too hot, too fast... “Brother...” He moaned. Thor's body felt different, powerful, demanding... The warmth spread everywhere in Loki's own and his mind was focused only on Thor. It had nothing to see with what he had previously experienced. It was starting to feel good with each of Thor's thrust. Finally. It grew and grew, and grew until... Loki came in a shout. When he opened his eyes again, after his heart got back to normal, he realized his brother's face was covered in semen... “So this is the 'Facial' I ordered, I guess...” Thor said licking his fingers.

They were in the middle of a circle. Loki was back on his hands and knees while his brother was mounting him forcefully, not letting him time to breathe or compose himself. As soon as he had came, his brother had taken him again and was now having him like a stallion, his breeding mare. They were covered in the seed of their audience. Meanwhile, the thugs had kept touching themselves and coming on the couple... “What is it, slut ?” Thor gnarled between thrust, holding Loki by the hair. “Want me to go harder ?” “Yes, please...” Loki murmured. Loki was now Thor's toy, Thor's possession. Thor's slave. Thor's own. And he loved every second of it. Thor roared as he came unexpectedly inside Loki who came in reaction, almost passing out. Thor, out of breath, was resting his brow on his brother's neck. “You dirty slut...” He murmured. “You let others come in you...” Curiously, the tone was almost tender to Loki's ears. But the wild beating of his blood might have darkened his senses. Soon his brother's mouth came to his ears. “Let me tell you why I had to leave Sif...” Thor said, biting the sensitive earlobe. “It's because I fell in love with this infuriating little brother of mine...” And before Loki could say or even realize anything, as they were lying on the mattress, Thor resumed roughly using Loki with a loud slapping of flesh. Loki had no strength left but to receive Thor's blows... He was in Valhalla. “Thor, Thor, Thor !!” He was coming for the third time in sync with his brother, unbelievable. Thor was moaning that he was going to “fill his ass plenty...” Their fingers were intertwined. And finally, Loki fell into a blissful darkness...

**** “Brother ? Brother ! Wake up !” Loki was brutally shaken by Thor. Trying to focus, he realized that he was back in the main room, in their booth, their drink finished. Loki was dressed and immaculate. It suddenly crashed down on him.

It had been a dream. None of it was real. He had a stupid erotic dream like a miserable teenager. Nothing was wrong in this tavern, except for the bad taste.

It had only been a dream...

He could have bawled his eyes out in disappointment.

They left peacefully. Loki grimly noticed it was almost dawn. Not that he cared, anyway... “We should head back to the palace...” Thor yawned. “We are done here.” Loki simply shook his head. He was brooding, his heart heavy. Everything was back to boring normal. He didn't care anymore. Even the owner saw them out with perfect composure. Loki had a shiver seeing him but he looked so prim and proper. It was the proof that all of this had been a product of Loki's worries and desires...

Loki was about to go to the stables to fetch the horses when Thor stopped him, grabbing his arm. His head was down and he couldn't look Loki in the eyes. “So, Brother...” Murmured a red-faced, embarrassed Thor. “Do you really like gangbangs ?”

[saralaurensmagalona]

A General Misunderstanding

by

Magalona

Summary:

I am back folks ! Lots of work in IRL and been overloaded for a bit. Glad to be back on line with a little something for fun ! Usual Jotünn Prince Loki forced to marry reluctant Prince Thor and confusion ensues ! Have fun !

Chapter 1

The red velvet cape weighted a ton. It was supposed to be comfortable and warm, it felt like a cage of lead. The strings of pearls and the chains of gold adorning his bridal hairstyle were so tightly set they were giving him a headache. The same set of pearls and gold was circling his legs, supposedly to emphasize his beauty, his purity and his high status. Everything that he wasn't in his own family's eyes. But most of it it was to make it clear to Asgard that Jötunheim was giving its most precious jewel. Supposedly.

Except that none of this was true.

To Loki, they were just chains to prevent him from running away. The jewels and precious fabric, a showy wrapping to hide his worthlessness, his ugliness and the fact that, as a pseudo guarantee for peace, the Jötunns were making a laughingstock of Asgard.

The hypocrisy of it all was simply hilarious to them.

Loki didn't care. Loki was beyond caring.

***

They had finally arrived at the end of what was Loki's only and most dreadful journey of his whole, short life. It had been pretty fast actually. From his father Farbauti's ice castle and massive stone town through the icy moors and then at the foot of the Bifröst, it might have been barely half a day...

The whole time had been only spent reminiscing. He was deaf and blind to everything that was happening around him, the congratulations, the celebrations, the glorification of this farce and the horror of all this ridiculous parade. Farbauti and Odin had finally made their peace and the union of their children would be the blessed conclusion of it.

In reality, Farbauti was simply getting rid of his shameful spawn. And if it gave him the opportunity to get rid of the Asgardian issue as well, then it was a good day for the Jotünn king.

So Loki had been informed that he was sold out a few days before the departure.

No one was interested in his opinion, of course. The runt was not allowed to have one. It had always been this way since its birth...

In a perverse, contorted way, it came as a relief.

Loki had no prospect. No claim whatsoever on Jotünheim. He was nothing but a runt and people, mainly his own family, constantly made sure it was crystal clear in his mind. A mistake of nature, to put it mildly, and mistakes of nature had no future. This last twist of speech made his brothers laugh their head out.

Loki was still treated with respect, at least in appearance. All his needs were attended to and if he hadn't received an excellent, princely education, he would have ended his misery by banging his head on the walls or, at the very, least he would have grown mad, as the easiest way to cope with it all. No one mistreated him, at least openly, but no one made any connection of any kind with him either. To say that Loki had the most lonely royal childhood was a euphemism.

And now it was over. The only utility of his parents' scorn, his brothers' abuse, his people's indifference was that he had absolutely no regret. He had left without a backward glance, without even a pinch of his heart. It was a strange sort of blessing in disguise, a weird relief...

But it was out of the frying pan into the raging fire.

Loki knew that nothing but death awaited him in this parody of a marriage.

***

The entrance of the Bifröst and its golden-clad guardian were as impressive as Loki expected them to be. While the Mighty Heimdall was doing his usual greetings to his parents, Loki noticed a stiffness in the warrior. As if he maintained a safe distance from the ice monsters. Not that Loki could blame him.

Then Heimdall turned towards Loki and smiled as he welcomed him.

“Royal Heir, I greet thee. My Prince has been eager for this day to come.”

Loki tried an awkward smile. He didn't know how to fake it though his mother regularly forced him to, among other stupid etiquette things... She actually thought an occasional slap would help him to grin, by the Norns...

“I thank the High Guardian and the Heir of Asgard...”

He was almost tasting bile as he spoke. He knew this was a masquerade. He knew what was his fate once he set foot on the ground of Asgard.

He knew that the moment he would be wedded and alone with the Thunderer, Thor Odinson would kill him.

Loki only hoped he would do it fast and as painless as possible. But he didn't count on it.

Loki had a very precise memory of the moment his brothers told him what would be his fate. First, he was digesting and trying to understand the meaning of what his father had proclaimed to all asunder in the Great Ice Hall, that the war was over and that Prince Loki would marry Prince Thor. He was lost in his thoughts when his elder brother Helblindi had slapped him hard on the back, making Loki gasp. It was not a brotherly gesture. It was meant to hurt.

“Look like runts actually do have a use ! Well done, Brother, thanks to you, we will overrule Asgard !”

Loki didn't answer. He knew better than antagonize the true Heir of Jötunheim. Brother or not, prince or not, if there was the slightest sign of displeasure from Helblindi, Loki would be severely punished. Yet he didn't want to give his bullying elder what he wanted.

“Aren't you glad ? You have a purpose at last ! You are now free of any worry, you won't even have to do a thing !”

Loki gave a lopsided, cautious smile. Helblindi's attitude was strange. Despite of all the rest, if Loki was to be wedded to the Heir of Asgard, his position would be at least equal to Helblindi as the Consort Heir. Not to mention that, if peace was truly established, Asgard would ensure its superiority on Jötunheim, making Helblindi a vassal to Loki's royal husband… And thus to Loki himself… His cruel gaiety hid something bad for Loki and he didn't want to ask his scheming brother what was making him so merry.

“Can't you guess ?” Helblindi said in a less friendly tone (he knew that Loki refused to indulge him and it always made him mad) “This is nothing but a sham ! What is really going to happen is that the Scourge's offspring will kill you after raping you and thus provoke a new war ! Thanks to your sacrifice, Brother, we'll appear as the wronged party and will seek revenge for your honor !”

If Loki had been Asgardian, he would have felt as if he had been thrown naked in an icy pond. But cold being his home, it is hard to describe his sense of shock and horror.

But he quickly gained back control of himself. Years of loneliness and scorn provided a good training.

He miraculously managed to make a courteous, neutral smile.

“Glad to have been of use, Brother...”

He curtsied and left. Helblindi angrily stared at his back, enraged of having failed in provoking dread and despair apparently.

Of course, and luckily for Loki, he didn't see his long-time suffering little brother locking himself up in the safety of his chambers, his back stuck to the door, sitting on the floor in a dazed stupor, silently weeping and his eyes opened wide in horror.

When he finally managed to compose himself, Loki decided this life was not worth living anyway, that this fate might be a blessing in disguise...

What was he supposed to do?

***

He was discovering Asgard for the first time. It was indeed the total opposite of his father's Ice City. As warm and golden as the Ice capital was dark and cold. Both very grand but never in his father's lair would have Loki heard such screams of joy, such abundance of light and celebration, such cheers. Jötunns feared his father and the royal family. Here, the Scourge and his spawn, as well as his red-haired mate, the warrior queen, were beloved and respected.

Surely because they were the bloodiest of all… Who would know ?

There had been less cheer at the sight of the Jötunn embassy, as expected. But, still, their presence and Loki's was the proof of the peace and wealth to come. So the Asgardian had little to complain.

After all, and contrary to Loki, they would survive this day...

Loki found it in himself to find the palace incredibly huge and golden. But as he saw the royal court waiting at the huge shiny portal, he felt his heart was giving up. No, he wouldn't die of a heart attack because he was scared to death at the sight of the Scourge and his Mate.

There he was with his mighty golden toothpick. All dignity and grandeur. His dreary, single grey eye piercing Loki. The Jötunn prince had never seen him in person, only from afar, behind the safety of his father's walls. Seeing him so close and in the flesh gave Loki goosebumps. His Mate was less scary. She was making a warm smile Loki didn't trust. Her son was about to commit premeditated assault and murder, why was she so serene and seemingly happy ? Did her Mate hide the plan from her ? Or did she knew and not care at all ? She also was a warrior, maybe the smell of  freshly shed blood pleased her...

“Welcome, friends, to Asgard.” The Queen saluted to the embassy. “And welcome to you, Prince Loki... Our new son.” She turned to Loki and gave him a wider smile. Loki tried to control himself once again for he had shivers down his spine again.

To him, that smile was one of a ghoul, ready to feast on his corpse.

He forced himself into a respectful curtsy, hoping it would hide his trembling legs.

“I, Prince Loki Laufeyson of Jötunheim, respectfully bow to All-Mother and All-Father...”

He also hoped no one would notice the bile threatening to fill his throat at the words he was forced to say. He loathed them both, he hated them... No, he didn't exactly hated them. They weren't responsible for his birth or his parents. But they were responsible for being the enemies of his country and making him pay for their little quarrel. And most of all, he hated them for having produced the Thunderer...

He was yet to meet said Thunderer, his future “husband.”

Most likely his executioner, as he had been to countless frost giants...

Loki heard a commotion from behind the King and Queen were standing, laughter and loud noises. Loki felt his heart sinking. He knew that was him.

And here he was, blond with blue eyes, loud mouth, red cape, hammer and all. He didn't have his feathered helmet but the rest spoke for itself. Loki remembered a time when he had peeked  the battlefield with a telescope and saw the awful sight of him, covered in jötunn blood and seemingly overjoyed with the kill.

Loki tried very hard not to scream, not to faint or throw up. He barely contained his shaking though...

Thor Odinson, still laughing, averted his eyes from his noisy friends to the voice of his mother. Loki couldn't hear what she was saying as the blood was rushing to his ears but it was obvious that she was telling him to behave and pay attention. She made a quick nod of her head towards Loki and that was how Thor locked eyes with his intended.

Loki realized he was thinking that Thor's eyes were exactly the same shade of blue as the icy pound in his father's royal garden, where he used to dream and think alone. A very silly thought considering those eyes were nothing like the peaceful place.

Thor had literally frozen at the sight of Loki, as Queen Frigga was making presentations none of the concerned parties heard. Thor looked shocked. He was probably disappointed by how easy that kill was going to be with such a lithe and tiny prey. He was standing there, gawking at Loki, his mouth almost agape. If Loki wasn't in such despair, he would have laughed because this curious bug made the prince look very stupid instead of terrifying.

“Well, Thor?” Frigga's voice woke them both. A certain amount of politeness was demanded of Thor but he simply jumped at his mother's voice and looked at her, clearly lost. Loki wondered if he wasn't probably drunk to be that slow.

In spite of his state of horror, Loki was adamant on keeping appearances. He then proceeded to kneel at the feet of the reasons of his doom.

“I, Loki Laufeyson of Jötunheim...”

He never finished his sentence. As his eyes were cast down the floor and before his knees even touched the ground, he was brutally pulled up and held against a wall-like chest, his face scratched by a rough beard and a mouth like a furnace was forcefully kissing his.