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Loki, Aralia, and the Omega Movement

Nannie and Maids

Loki awakens to the sounds of his children. It is the middle of the night and they are hungry. It has only been 2 months since their birth. Having his sleep constantly interrupted is exhausting, but at least he doesn’t also have to feed them himself. He plucks each one out of their crib and places them into their awaiting mother’s arms for feeding. It is about 2 o’clock in the morning. Or is it 3? Loki’s eyes are too blurry to make out the face of the clock properly. He lays his head back down on the pillow closing his eyes. He has another dirty dream, or maybe it is only a daydream? He can’t be sure how much deep sleep he gets these days. He longs to make love to his Omega but having twin newborns crying at all hours of the night every night has left both Loki and Aralia somewhat bereft of their previous passions.
It’s not all Aralia’s fault either. An opportunity for love making had presented itself just yesterday afternoon. The babies were with grandma and Loki and Aralia had found themselves some private time alone. Aralia had gone into the bathroom for a few minutes, leaving Loki sitting on the bed waiting eagerly for her return. When she came out she was greeted by a sleeping naked Loki, snoring loudly and splayed out in the middle of the bed on top of the covers. So much for romance. Aralia had insisted on breastfeeding both of the babies herself, forgoing a wet nurse. She worried that handing them off to a hired hand would somehow lessen the bond and connection with her precious little ones. Two months into motherhood, she is having second thoughts. She hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep since about 6 months into her pregnancy. A nanny is quickly gaining appeal for her.
The following morning Aralia concedes to Loki the need for a wet nurse. Feeding one baby is hard enough but breast feeding twins, especially ones as large and voracious as her brood has been very taxing on her body. Loki is overjoyed but he doesn’t let Aralia know that. A wet nurse means more sleep for him too…and more time and energy for sex. They put out the call and by the end of the day one wet nurse is hired for each child. After a couple of days Aralia’s breasts are painfully engorged from lack of use. Loki sees the opportunity to alleviate her suffering.
It is late afternoon. The babies are with their wet nurses and being put down for a nap. Loki and Aralia find themselves alone together and awake for the first time in a long time. Weary of any interruptions, they both quickly strip and get down to business. They are on their knees facing each other and pull each other into a tight embrace, kissing passionately. Loki rakes his hands over Aralia’s body but she cries out when Loki touches her breasts. They are leaking slightly and Loki decides it is finally time to indulge his curiosity. Gently cupping one of her sore aching breasts, Loki takes her nipple into his mouth and suckles her. The milk tastes funny but the sound of a moan from Aralia’s lips encourages him to continue. The relief from the pressure of all the fluid build-up combined with the erotic sensation of her husband’s tongue makes her insides quiver. After a minute Loki switches to the other breast, giving her relief on both sides.
When Loki finishes what is arguably the kinkiest thing he has ever done, he pushes Aralia’s back onto the bed and mounts her. It has been many months since they have been able to make love and Loki doesn’t last long in this first round as he quickly finds his release and slumps down on top of Aralia. She has not yet found her release. Loki, not one to leave his lover unsatisfied, conjures up one of his clones. Like a tag team, Loki dismounts and his clone jumps in. Aralia gasps and giggles at this. Her eyes go wide in an I-can’t-believe-you-just-did-that look, but she isn’t complaining. His clone resumes the aerobic pace as Loki sits back on the end of the bed and watches.
Aralia, shocked at first, finds herself inexplicably aroused by how her alpha is watching as his clone ruts her. The clone kisses her cheeks, neck, and shoulders as Aralia looks down at Loki and finds that intense gaze making the walls of her womb boil over with heat and desire. The bundles of nerves that have formed in her belly starts to unfurl and then Aralia cries out as she comes hard around the length of her alpha’s clone. After Aralia’s moans die down, Loki wisps his clone away with the wave of his hand and then he climbs back up the bed and pulls her into his arms. After a little rest, the couple goes another round before taking a well-deserved nap.
Aralia quickly settles into a new routine. Now that she doesn’t have to drop what she is doing every two hours to feed her babies she suddenly finds she has time for the occasional hobby. Before she gave birth Aralia had spent her days with the queen, learning royal etiquette, taking up needle point, attending lunches with the wives of noblemen. Though she is an omega to a lesser prince, she still outranks the many alpha, gamma, and beta wives of the court. For this sole reason she is treated with a level of respect that only Queen Frigga, an Omega herself, knows. Frigga takes Aralia’s princess tutelage seriously. Beyond the boring and mundane duties of the royal house there is the skill of manipulation and politics that Aralia needs to master. Frigga knows she has the potential. She’s a smart girl, smart enough to stuff cotton in her ears and flee to a field full of eligible nobles.
It is one afternoon, after a needle point circle with the queen that Aralia discovers a strange and disturbing talent. A new laundry maid came into the royal bedchambers to collect up the day’s wash. She was a quiet mousy girl, about the same age as Aralia from what she could tell. Rosemarie? Rosemary? Aralia always had trouble remembering the poor girl’s name. A nagging troubling feeling washed over Aralia when she looked at her. There was something about her today-something different. Aralia thought at first it was a smell, but no….something. Aralia stared hard at the girl. The maid notices feeling uncomfortable under her mistress’ gaze. “Is there something I can do for you my lady?” asks the girl. Aralia blushes, realizing she is making the girl uneasy. “Yes dear, please forgive me, but I keep forgetting your name.” “It is Rosemarie.” She smiles, feeling warm that someone of such importance would care to notice her. Aralia walks towards her. “Rosemarie, you seem-different today. Is something wrong?” “No my lady.” Rosemarie furrows her brow, confused by the question. What had she done to give the princess such an impression? The nagging feeling in Aralia’s gut does not abate. She resumes her hard stare studying the girl. Rosemarie twitches under her attention. There was something about this girl. Something familiar. A feeling, almost like a smell. It reminded her of life before the heat. It was a feeling of foreboding she’d had, that she was going to go into…… “You’re an Omega!” Aralia almost shouts at the girl. “What? I’m sorry my princess. I do not know why you think such a thing of me. The change has not come upon me yet. I am of the age when it should happen to me soon, but even I won’t know until that day comes. You are mistaken.” Aralia continues to glare at the girl, a frown of concern etched deep into her face. This girl is going to go into heat soon, I just know it. “Rosemarie, listen to me. I don’t know how to explain this, but somehow, when I look at you, I KNOW you are going to go into heat soon. I wish I could offer an explanation as to how I know what I know, but my instincts scream at me when I look at you. Please, promise me you will guard your movements in the coming days. Stay away from crowded areas as much as possible. If you do go into heat come here to my chambers straight away, I don’t care if it is the middle of the night. I fear for your safety.” Rosemarie swallows hard and turns and runs out of the room, a basket of laundry bouncing on her hip.
Aralia and Loki are sleeping peacefully in bed. The sun has just risen over the hills bathing their faces in light from one of the windows. This is the hour when the palace starts to come alive. Servants awake and begin their work, the lower corridors buzzing with activity. Rosemarie awoke in her servant’s quarters to the most dreaded smell in all of creation. She is in heat. By the Nine! The Princess was right! She peaks her head in the hallway to listen for any movement. It’s quiet. She sprints down the hallway to side stairs that lead up to the royal wing. She gets to the top of the stairs and stops. At the far end of the hall are two guards walking away from the wing. They are far enough away that they may not pick up her scent or even notice her presence. She hears a noise below her and makes a break for it. She runs to the double doors leading to Prince Loki and Princess Aralia’s bedchambers, opens the door, and runs in.
Loki sits bolt upright in his bed. Someone has entered his chambers and they didn’t knock or announce themselves. Loki is instantly on edge. Is this an assassin come to kill him and his family? Whoever this is will pay dearly for their insolence. He palms his dagger and makes his way into the foyer. He smells her before he sees her. Why would an Omega in heat come here? He is already bonded to Aralia. Her scent holds no allure for him. “Who are you and what are you doing in my bedchambers at this ungodly hour?” Loki says to her, resisting the urge to yell as his babies are in the next room asleep. “Please my prince, I need help. The princess instructed me to come here if this happened to me. I knew not what else to do.” There are tears in the servant girl’s eyes. Loki lowers his dagger but continue to glower at her. Aralia enters, awakened by Loki’s movements and the sound of voices. “Rosemarie? My dear are you alright?” Aralia rushes to her side, taking her hand in a comforting gesture. “How did you know?” the servant girl cries. “How did you know this was going to happen to me?” Aralia shakes her head. “I can’t explain it Rosemarie, there was just something about you. When I looked at you yesterday, I just knew.”
Loki watches this exchange, surprise and curiosity replacing anger. “Aralia, is this girl right? Did you predict that she was going to become an Omega?” “Yes Loki. I sensed it in her yesterday. I don’t know how I did it.” “But why have her come here? What do you plan to do for this poor girl?” Loki asks her. “I don’t know, I just wanted to protect her, help her somehow. You know what is waiting out there beyond our doors. I know how it happened between you and I, it was like a fairytale, but for most Omegas it is a nightmare of abuse and rape. Please help her Loki, I don’t want her to be claimed by some drunken oaf that will treat her like a dog.”
“What would you have me do Aralia? Stuff cotton balls in her ears and blindfold her?” Loki asks sarcastically. Loki wasn’t being serious of course but Aralia eyes him momentarily and says “Yes.” “Aralia, what happened with you was a one-time incident, a rare and wonderful thing that the people of Asgard will not allow to be repeated. They will not let this girl choose her Alpha. The alphas will compete, the victor will claim her. That is how it has always been!”
“And look at how blissfully happy we are Loki! Lady Eir believes that our twins are the direct result of my happiness. That a happy omega is a fertile omega. What if our people’s traditions are wrong?!”
Loki stares at Aralia, his mouth agape. What she is suggesting isn’t just taboo, it is dangerous. Omegas have always been forcibly claimed. To suggest that all omegas should have the right to choose their mate is revolutionary. Loki stands there staring at the women, his emotions a torrent inside him. The Alpha in him screams NO! Mine! Dominate Omegas. Dominate all Omegas! But Loki’s vulnerable side, the part of himself he keeps close to the vest screams for justice. He is the second son, the weaker son, the adopted son. He is the son that uses magic in preference to the sword. He is the Jotun monster that many at court secretly do not accept. He is the God of Lies. He is the God of Mischief. He is the God of Chaos. Slowly, a smile curls Loki’s lips. He looks his Omega up and down. Gods! He loves this woman!

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