Loki, Aralia, and the Omega Movement

Within moments all of the alphas in the room have paired off with a mate, all that is except for Thor. None of them are right. Thor looks upon Loki and Aralia, Rosemarie and Gundirth, Sif, Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg and their new omegas. What is wrong with me? He wonders. Am I to never find the one that is right for me? Will there ever even be an omega for me. Alphas outnumber omegas 8 to 1. No one would know in this particular moment that the odds are not in his favor. He is The Crowned Prince, Heir to the Throne, but almost all of the omegas in the room are sneering at him like he is little more than manure. To them, he smells like it. Even Fandral found an omega, though he is not a maiden.
Thor will have to think on his lonely predicament later. The remaining omegas need his protection. He will have to act as a chaperone the rest of the day. He can’t just keep them all huddled in this chamber all day. Their needs dictate that they get out and meet people, find a mate, and then see to those needs immediately. Thor decides the safest thing to do is take them all to the main feasting hall so that their scent can air out and reach the many people that are about the palace today. He will spend the day at the high table overseeing their safety.
Loki and Aralia watch Sif and the others leave the room together. It is then that Loki considers the incredible coincidence of all these omegas going into heat at the same time. Loki doesn’t have any proof, but he knows somehow that Aralia is responsible. With her heat upon her, Loki doesn’t have time to speculate. One of the young omegas, too young for the change, that did not go into heat, offers to babysit. With their children’s immediate needs addressed, Loki takes his heat stricken wife back to their chambers for some much needed relief.
Sif and the others quickly discuss the logistics of their arrangement. It is decided that they should pair off with the first two days on their own and then the four of them should join together on day 3 for the breeding in Sif’s room. Sif insisted on it. She knows that her sheets are clean and her quarters are tidy. Plus her little treasure box of pleasure toys is stuffed under her bed. She will need them to please Litca.
Fandral takes Henrid back to his quarters. The two men now alone, regard each other. Fandral’s mind is racing. He’s not a maiden, but he can’t resist him. Fandral on occasion had sex with men when the mood struck him. It just never occurred to him to seek a long term romantic relationship with one. He is Fandral, the great lover of the women of Asgard. Why is this happening him? Henrid is just slightly taller than Fandral, but leaner, with medium brown hair and eyes. To Henrid, Fandral smells like sandalwood, milk and honey, and very, very loving. Henrid can tell that Fandral is hesitant, but Henrid will convince him. Henrid had narrowly avoided being claimed by some random alpha female. However, thanks to Aralia’s reading of him, he had been given just enough time to get his hands on the binding potion to stop his heat. It had been painful, but it had saved him. It had saved his future for this moment.
Henrid steps up to Fandral and kisses him again. He kisses him passionately, desperately, possessively. Fandral, shy at first, reciprocates Henrid’s actions. Henrid’s scent fills Fandral’s nostrils and the two men start grabbing at each other’s clothes. The men break apart to undress themselves, their heavy boots being too difficult to kick off. They finish undressing and stand before each other naked. Fandral is evenly tanned everywhere, with a small patch of blonde chest hair and blonde neatly groomed manhood. Henrid is paler in comparison but just as concerned with his vanity. He has almost no body hair anywhere. The two men embrace each other once more, touching, kissing, their hands explore each other. They fall onto the bed and after a few minutes of kissing and teasing, the moment comes when the two men look at each other with anticipation. Fandral calls this the moment of unspoken negotiation. Asgard being a realm filled with hardened warriors, few men willingly admit that they actually like to be taken, to be submissive. Henrid rolls onto his back pulling Fandral on top of him. He wraps his legs behind Fandral and looks into his eyes smiling, glittering.
Henrid’s entrance is gaping with a sweet viscous fluid, ready for Fandral’s member. Henrid’s skin is hot, even feverish. A side effect of delaying his first heat, Henrid’s need for release already has him at the breaking point. “I need you Fandral. I need you now. Take me.” Fandral plunges into Henrid’s body in one smooth gentle motion. He meets no resistance as he does this. His cock is quickly cocooned inside a warm compressing blanket, all the way to the hilt. Both men cry out in ecstasy. Henrid sets an immediate frantic pace, pounding into Henrid as Henrid’s cock bounces between their chests. The uneven friction frustrates Henrid and he takes himself in hand as Fandral rides him into oblivion. Henrid arches his back allowing Fandral even deeper inside. Fandral grazes a spot inside of Henrid that makes him cry out Fandral’s name in pleasure. Encouraged by this Fandral keeps fucking that same spot over and over again forcing Henrid to thrash wildly under him until he comes, spurting hot seed all over his and Fandral’s chests. Henrid lies beneath Fandral, fully sated moaning his name in encouragement. Henrid’s hands are now in Fandral’s hair as Henrid bends his neck up to kiss his mate. “Oh Fandral, come inside me Fandral. I need your seed. I need you. Bond with me. Be mine.” Fandral is a man possessed. He feels his need for release tightening inside himself. He thrusts over and over again, the moans of his lover spurring him on until he finally spills forth into Henrid, grunting in relief. He collapses on top of Henrid, panting his exhaustion. They pull each other into an embrace and fall asleep.
As the hours go on Fandral is finding it harder and harder to keep Henrid sated while in his heat. By the end of the second day it is becoming clear that Henrid needs to conceive a child and that his heat will not be satisfied until he does. The time has come to join the girls. The men get dressed and walk the path to the residence of the Lady Sif. Fandral knocks on the door, but hears no answer. Gingerly he and Henrid walk into her chambers. They announce themselves loudly, but still hear nothing. They walk through her chambers until they hear the distant sound of moaning. They find the door that leads to the bedroom and enter.
Lady Sif has her face buried between Litca’s legs. The girl is on her back moaning. But something is wrong. Litca seems almost in agony. Sweat is pouring off her brow and she appears to be feverish. Sif lifts her head and looks up at the men. She is bare naked in front of them. Litca is as well with her legs splayed wide for all to see. Sif notices that Henrid also looks miserable and sweaty. “Take your clothes of Fandral, quickly. Litca needs you.” Sif says, sounding upset. It has been two wonderful days of beautiful sex and bonding. There is nothing Sif would not do to please this woman, would not do to keep her happy and safe from harm. But despite her best efforts Sif has been unable to quell Litca’s heat. Though she has satisfied her sexually…repeatedly, Litca’s heat has continued to worsen. Her need for a child in her womb is now causing her physical pain.
Sif walks over to Henrid and starts undressing him. Henrid takes the cue and quickly pulls off his clothes. They then walk over to the bed and join Fandral and Litca. Litca and Sif lay side by side on their backs as Henrid and Fandral mount them. Sif grabs Litca’s hand and interlaces her fingers with hers. Henrid and Fandral are gazing deeply into each other’s eyes as they both begin to fuck the women. Henrid looks down for a moment to look at Sif, but she is looking at Litca, so he returns his gaze to Fandral. The sensation of his cock deep inside of Sif is pure ecstasy for Henrid as he stares at Fandral, pretending he is fucking him. The female pheromones that Sif is secreting calms Henrid and satisfies him in a deep primal way that he cannot describe. He can tell by her smell that Sif is fertile, a rare event for an alpha female. Her body is ready for his seed. He paints the walls of her womb with his come, crying out for Fandral. Henrid dips his head down and kisses Sif gently. “Thank you.” He breathes. Sif smiles with a tear in her eyes. “Thank you for giving me a child.”
Fandral and Litca are still going strong. Litca has finally come out of her fever and is moaning loudly. Litca turns her head to Sif. “Kiss me!” She demands. Sif leans in and does so with vigor. Henrid does the same, leaning in to claim Fandral’s lips. “Give me a child, I need it so badly.” Litca growls at Fandral. He increases his tempo, pounding her harder and harder until a hot white rope of come fills her to the brim. She and Sif are now with child. The scent of Litca’s and Henrid’s heats start to dissipate.
The four of them lay there for a moment staring at each other. “So what happens now?” Asks Fandral. Sif is the first to speak up. “I guess we should discuss how we will go about child rearing. I do not want to give up being a warrior. Though I will have to take it easy during the pregnancy.” Henrid chimes in. “I will spend my days with Litca, raising the children.” He looks to the other three, who nod in agreement. “Our formal bonding ceremonies will be in three days. How is that going to work?” asks Litca. Henrid answers, “I am bonded to Fandral. He is my mate and my love and our marriage will be primarily about us, as yours will be with you. During our heats the four of us will come together, but the rest of the time, we are our own separate couples.” Litca nods in agreement with this. “Well since it will be another 100 years before we do this again, who wants to go another round?” Sif asks.
Aralia’s head is bobbing up and down between Loki’s legs. Her hero has saved the day and she is rewarding him, her alpha, her protector. Loki is moaning, the sight of his omega on her knees before him is like liquid fire in his loins. His moans are high pitched, a reaction none of his previous lovers had ever been able to pull out of him. “Ah, siss ah, siss ah…., Oh gods Aralia, ahh….” She had been in heat only a week ago and now is in heat again. They had wanted to delay having another child, but Aralia’s body would have none of it. The potion normally delays the next heat for at least a decade. She is wanton and desperate for his seed. The delay of her heat making her more demanding and hungry. Loki spills his seed into her awaiting hot mouth. She doesn’t give him time to recover. She pushes Loki onto the bed and straddles him. She grips Loki’s hair hard. “FUCK ME!” She growls. Loki’s cock is instantly hard again and she impales herself upon him, riding him like the prized stallion that he is. He thrusts up into her, matching her rhythm and timing. He comes again. “More!” She growls. Loki is delighted at his omega’s enthusiasim but he needs a moment to recover.
Aralia lifts off of Loki’s cock with a slight suction popping sound. She walks over to the desk and grabs the jar of red salve and a set of wrist chains. Loki’s eyes go wide. She means to pump him dry. “Ah Aralia dear I need a minute to…” Slap! Aralia slaps Loki across the face. Loki is too stunned to be angry. He has never seen her like this. She is dominating him, and he likes it. “Put your arms up over your head.” She commands Loki. Loki grins a wide smile. He is enjoying this way more than he should. His hands now made immobile, she brings out a blindfold and wraps his eyes. Then she uses the salve from the red jar and strokes his shaft with it. His erection bounces forth again. Though he cannot see her, he can feel every touch, breath, and caress. Is that a feather? Ooh. Aralia rides Loki to exhaustion, and he falls asleep. Aralia cannot blame the poor man. She’s been abusing him for days. She’s still going to make him pay for it though, some other time.
About 4 days after the battle all the omegas couples are out of their various hiding places. Thor spent that time sorting out the aftermath of the battle. He even spent a few hours literally putting out fires in the city. Babysitting the omegas had been an all day event waiting for the last one to find a mate and leave of her own accord. He has the unfortunate task of delivering bad news to his sister-in-law. Her father and brother are dead and the family tavern has been burned to the ground. He has been planning many funerals. Now that the Allfather and Queen are out and about, the boats can finally be readied for the burning. The King calls for a grand ceremony. There are honors to award, punishments to carryout, and respects to be paid for all that played a part in the uprising.
Captain Gundirth is given a medal and showered with praise. Thor, Loki, Lady Sif, and the Warriors 3 are also given honors. Odin then calls upon Aralia to step forward. Loki perks his eyebrow up at this. His father did not tell him anything, nor did Aralia say anything before leaving for the ceremony. Judging by the look on her face, she does not know either. “Princess Aralia, shortly before my decree it was made known to me that you have the unique ability to read a person and know what their cast will be before the change takes place. I forbade you from using this gift out of fear of it causing social unrest. It would seem that that particular concern has been laid to rest. I rescind the restriction. Furthermore, the odd timing of so many omegas going into heat at the same time, to include Queen Frigga, was so extraordinary, I asked Lady Eir to investigate it. She has come to same conclusion that I have, which is that you were responsible for this grand coincidence. I am proud to announce that the Queen is with child, and I have you to thank for it.” The kingdom erupts in cheers and applause, happy for their Queen and the impending birth of another prince or princess. “Therefore, it is my decree, that from this day forth you shall be known as the patron Goddess of Fertility.”
Thor looks upon Aralia and Loki. They are so blissfully happy. Sif and Litca are so blissfully happy. Even Fandral is blissfully happy-with a man. Gundirth and Rosemarie exude love from their very pores. Looking around surveying all his friends and family, Thor realizes he is the last bachelor among them. Though his heart is heavy with this realization, Thor decides not to dwell on it. He will just have to wait. The right one is out there. He will find her, he just has to be patient.
The End

Notes

Thank you to everyone for reading this. Tell me what you thought of the story line. I left the ending open for Thor. I am trying to think up a new plot line for a new story for him. Send my any ideas you have. Your reviews are appreciated.