Loki, Aralia, and the Omega Movement

The breakfast hall of the palace was relatively full, mostly with guards grabbing a quick bite just before or after their shift rotation. There are some nobles and royal advisors here and there, but the majority of that lot doesn’t show up until the evening feast. Thor is present this morning, though instead of sitting at the high table he is down with Sif and The Warriors Three in their usual spot. The five of them are laughing and discussing what Sif has planned for today’s sparring session when a young servant girl enters the chamber.
As her scent wafts through the room all activity ceases. The sounds of forks and knives clanging on plates echoes throughout the room as each person stops what they are doing and rises from their seat. For a moment all eyes go to Thor the Crowned Prince, to see if he is going to make a move. She smells like strawberries, chocolate, and fresh baked cinnamon bread. Volstagg already has an erection. Thor gets up and walks slowly towards her. They stand still for a moment and regard one another. To her he smells like saddle soap, onions, and musty leather. To Thor, she smells lovely, but she is not the one. What passes between them is a look of mutual disinterest. Thor moves to the side and walks out of the room.
The moment Thor is out of sight the remaining crowd rushes Rosemarie. Many hands restrain her. Two women, betas by the smell of them, hold her in a corner of the room. A brawl breaks out. In this moment of chaos Rosemarie remembers Aralia’s advice and closes her eyes and breathes deeply through her nose. The sea of pheromones hits her like a tidal wave and Rosemarie wonders in astonishment, how is she to pick out one she likes from the ocean of many smells. More people come into the hall as word quickly spreads of the unclaimed Omega. For a moment Rosemarie panics, not smelling any one particular person that is attractive to her. Then she does. Peaches and creams, pecan pie, apples, and…..Loving. She opens her eyes. Many men are already on the floor, on their backs. There are just a handful of men left. A victor will be named soon, she must make her move now. The two women that were holding her in place gasp as she disappears from their grasp in a wisp of green smoke. She reappears on the other side of the room. The remaining onlookers turn towards her. She sniffs the air briefly, and just as a man was about to grab her, she disappears again. She reappears this time in the center of the room near two of the last men still standing. One of them is Fandral. The other is Gundirth, Captain of the Guard. She sniffs the air again. The man on the right, he’s the one. She runs to him, and just when her arms are wrapped around his torso they both disappear in a puff of green smoke.
From a spot in a small balcony that overlooks the feasting hall sits Loki and Aralia. Though no one has seen them, it will not take long for people to look at green magic smoke and figure out Loki was behind this. Loki smiles. The pandemonium that broke out when she entered the room was entertaining on its own. Tossing in a little extra chaos into the mix by helping the girl to disappear and reappear made it extra fun. Plus he saved her from a fate worse than death. Fandral was about to claim her. Gods only know how many filthy diseases that woman buggering man-whore carried. “So… She picked Gundirth. Interesting match.”
Rosemarie and Gundirth rematerialize in a quiet bedchamber. The Captain of the Guard looks around. They are in one of the Royal Wing Guest Rooms. The room is filled with lit scented candles, there is food and drink laid out luxuriously on one of the side tables and there is a basket filled with what looks to be various creams, salves, and…stimulants. Somehow, this girl had planned this in advanced. The room was laid out like they were expected to come here for this. This moment.
Rosemarie looks up at the man she chose for herself. He is much taller than she, by about a foot. He is Gundirth, The Stone Faced. He has a large scar on the right side of his face stretching from the top of his cheekbone down to the corner of his mouth. It makes him look disfigured and terrifying. The unscarred side of his face is actually very handsome, though just as intimidating. Gundirth is not known to smile. Even Hogun the Grim smiles more often than this man. However, Rosemarie is undeterred. She knows this man is the one for her. She can smell it.
Gundirth regards the omega in front of him. She is petit and mousy in appearance. Light brown hair, brown eyes, with freckles sprinkled across her nose. She is slender, like a beanpole, making her look much younger than she actually is. She looks up at him and smiles. No one ever smiles at Gundirth, least of all females. She reaches a hand to his face placing her palm on the side with the scar. She traces the scar with her thumb slightly, showing her open curiosity. It does not bother her in the way it might bother some females. Vanity was never an issue for Rosemarie. Is she looking at him lustfully!? “The room is sealed. The doors will not unlock for 3 days and the room is sound proofed. We will not be disturbed.” She says. “How did we get here and how is it you were able to prepare like this? It is not like you could have possibly known in advance what you are.” He says. “Oh but I did know in advance. The Princess, somehow, she knew what I was. I didn’t want to believe her, but when I awoke this morning the heat was upon me and I ran to her for help. She convinced her husband to help me. It’s how I was able to disappear and reappear so that others couldn’t grab me and haul me away. It is how I was able to reach you.” She says.
“And why did you run to me child? I was about to lose the fight. Why did you run to the lesser Alpha?” He eyes her wearily. Did she think him weaker and therefore he might somehow be more merciful? Nicer? Rosemarie considers his question for a moment, taking in his smell. It is a strange combination. This hard intimidating frightening looking man smells almost sickeningly sweet. He smells like fruit, and candy, but most importantly he smells loving. She tells him so. “You smell beautiful.” She pauses for a moment. Her arousal is rolling over her like ocean wave. An inexplicable need wells inside her. She feels hot, possessed even. The smile on her face disappears and is replaced with a look of deep hunger. The look in her eyes almost makes Gundirth wince. “I need your seed. GIVE ME CHILDREN!” with that she leaps up and wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. Holy shit! Gundirth thinks to himself, this little woman really does want him. She smells heavenly. They fumble to the mattress, ripping at each other’s clothes half-hazardly. Damn it! This armor is taking forever to get off. In his race to get naked, Gundirth looks at the doors again. He had never been a big fan of the dark prince, but for this incredible gift, he was going to have to change the way he looked at the man. Gundirth makes a mental note to thank Prince Loki later for this wonderful turn of events.
By the evening meal word had spread of the strange turn of events in the dining hall that morning. The whole chamber was abuzz about the way in which the serving girl was able to evade the other alphas. What no one could understand was why. Why would Prince Loki help that serving girl in such a way? And Gundirth? Really? Fandral was about to win the fight when she flew into the arms of the Captain of the Guard and disappeared. No one has seen them or has any idea where the two of them might be. King Odin and Queen Frigga are seated at the high table. Some of the nobles are angry with the way Prince Loki tampered with the selection process. It is unfair, they complain to the king. Fandral should have claimed her. King Odin pays them little mind, however. This is the same set of nobles that complains about everything his wayward son does. He knows they regard Loki as little more than Jotun scum. Besides it is not like his Captain of the Guard is unworthy of such a fine creature, and who knows what kind of diseases Fandral might be carrying.
Thor is sitting with Sif, Hogun, and Volstagg, as they each try to comfort a sulking Fandral. Thor is trying to conduct damage control with his friend. “It’s not right Thor!” He yells. “She was mine to claim! I had all but won the fight when Loki wisped them away to Gods knows where!” “Fandral my friend, my brother Loki did you a favor. Are you really ready to have children? And how long after claiming that girl would you have found your eye once again wandering to other ladies? Are you truly ready for such a commitment?” Thor asks him. Fandral huffs at this. “That is not the point! He took from me what was rightfully mine.” “Be angry tonight with my brother if you must. But I look around this room and see a great many relieved females. Take comfort with one of them tonight. I tell you, in the morning you will be grateful to my brother for interceding.” With that Thor gets up and returns to the high table to rejoin his parents.
Loki and Aralia arrive at the feasting hall and take up their seats at the high table. The sound of chatter in the room changes as they enter, all eyes darting to them. Aralia feels nervous but Loki wraps a reassuring arm around her waist. Loki loves his omega; he just wishes she was a better liar. Her face gives away too much sometimes. Everyone suspects but no one can prove Prince Loki was involved. If it was not him then who provided the magical assistance to the girl? “Hello Father, how fair thee today?” Loki asks Odin lightly. “I am well my son. It would seem there was some excitement here in this very hall this morning. Some servant girl went into heat and in the middle of the fight she disappeared and reappeared magically several times before grabbing ahold of Gundirth. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?” “Of course not father, I have no idea what you are talking about.” Loki lies blatantly and smiles. Odin chuckles. He leans in and quietly says to his son, “Why did you help that girl, Loki?” Loki regards his father, thinking to lie again, but decides it is unnecessary. “Aralia was worried about the poor girl’s safety. She’s such a mousy little thing. I couldn’t help but indulge her. Besides could you imagine Fandral claiming an omega?” They both laugh at this. “So you helped the girl choose someone then?” Loki nods and for a moment there is silence between them. “So…. Gundirth? That is who she wants? I must say I am happy for the poor man. He is a brave warrior but that unfortunate face of his has kept the ladies at bay for years.” Odin says. They both chuckle at this and return their attentions back to their meal.

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