Loki, Aralia, and the Omega Movement

The scent of rotten eggs emanated from Udor, son of Makel like a fog of filth. Dear Gods! No! He has been so nice to me. Udor’s father has already paid my parents a hefty dowry. But his smell, it’s awful. He didn’t smell like that yesterday. Why does he smell like that now? This is a disaster. Viktoria backed herself up against the far wall of the small room instinctively. Not that it really put much distance between her and the alpha that she is prearranged to bond with. She has been shut in this room ever since she had her reading with Princess Aralia. That was 3 days ago.
After she left the tavern she told her parents. Her father immediately went to the Lord whom he serves and struck a business deal. Aralia was taken to the nobleman’s home in the city and tossed into this room to wait until the heat took her. On the surface, it appeared Viktoria had been sold by her father to the highest bidder. While money was one of the elements factoring in his decision, the most pressing issue was preventing his daughter from being raped. His daughter would have a better life as the omega of a noble, and her claiming wouldn’t be as traumatic as it normally is for omegas. Or at least, that was the plan.
Three days ago all of Viktoria’s hopes and dreams disappeared when the princess gave her the bad news. Viktoria didn’t want to just be a child bearer. She’d aspired to something more, like the Lady Sif, her hero. In a split second that future went away. Omegas are not allowed to be warriors. Viktoria tried to keep her spirits up, however. She’d cultivated an outlook on life, her own personal motto, that even when she loses, she wins. Choosing to find the upside in any bad situation or loss.
There is no upside to a lifetime of sex with a man that smells like rotten eggs. Udor the Odor. He’s practically salivating as he closes the distance between them. He has been waiting 3 days for this moment. He takes in Viktoria’s form. Her long flowing waist length blonde hair beautifully matches her golden skin and deep blue eyes. She is a gorgeous woman. Udor looks like a cheap replica or distant cousin of Prince Thor, almost as handsome, almost as muscular, almost as strong, almost on a lot of things. They actually would look cute together, if Viktoria had any intention of going through with this. Udor left the door to the room open, not anticipating her to run. She did come to him after all. Omegas choosing their alphas seems to be in vogue these days.
It is when he is closest to her that she sees her opportunity for escape. Viktoria has always made it a habit to keep a small dagger stashed in her bodice. The dagger she is now palming in her hand behind her thigh. Udor is close to her now, she can smell his egg breath as he leans in for a kiss. She lunges at him, plunging the dagger into his right rib cage and yanking it back out before bolting past him and running out of the room.
He immediately gives chase, raging like a bull behind her. She runs through hallways and corridors, not knowing where they lead or where she is going. Run, just run. Finally an outer door. She runs through it to the outside, the bright sunlight blinding her. She left out the side entrance into the alley. She runs towards the busy street at the end of the alley. She doesn’t have a plan, she doesn’t know what she’ll do once she gets there. She doesn’t know what will happen when other people smell her and also give chase. She doesn’t know if the people around her will try to protect her from Udor, fight him, or let him have at her. None of that matters, because Udor catches her just before she reaches the street.
He slams her body against the wall of his home, not 10 feet from the main street. Anyone walking by has just to turn their head to them as they pass. Udor grips Viktoria’s neck in one hand while squeezing the wrist of her hand that is holding the dagger with the other. The dagger falls from her grip to the ground with a loud clank. Udor then proceeds to rip Viktoria’s dress completely off. The sounds of shredding fabric a freight train in her ears. She screams and Udor punches her in the face. Udor fumbles to free his dick from his pants and shoves it into her, forcing her to scream again as he takes her virginity. He ruts her roughly against the wall.
The screams attract onlookers. A crowd of people form. Some are alphas attracted to the omega smell hoping to claim her. But when people stop and see a naked young woman being raped in broad daylight they fall silent in shock. Though most alphas have the sense to drag their omegas to a private room to claim them, incidents like this do happen every now and again. Technically, what he is doing is not illegal, it is just disturbing. Ten years ago the people in the crowd would have moved on, pretending not to see anything. But Aralia’s influence on people’s opinions of omegas has been significant. Parents dared to hope, children dared to hope, that this very fate would not befall them, their loved ones. Parents dared to hope that their omega children would continue to be treated like people; and it is a crowd of parents watching this rape now, and the silence is deafening.
“STOP!” Cries someone from the crowd. More people join in. “Get off her!” People start picking up rocks and throwing them at him, trying not to hit her in the process. Captain Gundirth and a couple of his men are just up the street when they hear and see what appears to be a riot forming. People are yelling at something just around the corner out of his view. They run to source of all the yelling. Captain Gundirth’s men push the people back as he makes his way to the front to see what is going on.
“You there! Stop that immediately before I throw you in the dungeon!” “ I will stop when I’m done claiming this bitch!” Udor sneers, not stopping the rape. Gundirth motions to his men to pull him off her. A guard on each side goes up and yanks him back restraining him. Viktoria drops down into a crumpled ball on the ground. Udor is struggling with the guards, his bloody exposed cock still bobbing in the air. The dagger is next to Viktoria’s hand on the pavement. She looks up at him and it doesn’t even take her a second to make the decision. She rushes him.
Gundirth saw the dagger in her hand. Saw the look she gave the man. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, and yet there was not enough time for him to stop it. Viktoria grabs Udor’s dick in one hand and with a quick flick of her wrist, she severs it and throws it the ground. All sound disappears. All movements cease. Udor looks down at the hole in his body gushing gallons of blood. The guards let go of him as he collapses to the ground, balls up into the fetal position, and dies. Viktoria still has the dagger in her hand and her feet are in a defensive position, like she means to lunge and do it again. The guards just stand there and stare at her for a moment. Only a moment. They draw their swords.
“Stop, put those down, step back!” Gundirth orders the men. Gundirth takes a couple of slow measured steps towards her, sheathing his sword at his side. He puts his hands up, in an attempt to calm her. “I’m not going to hurt you. I have to take you into custody. But I promise you, I will not let anyone touch you.” Her left eye is already black and swollen shut. Blood is dripping down her leg from her vagina, and there are bruises around her neck. Viktoria looks at the Captain. She takes in the whole of the scene and assesses her situation. She just murdered her would be Alpha in public, and she did it in the most horrific way possible. What he did to her was not a crime under the law, but what she’d done was. This was going to only end one way. She would be brought before the King and then executed for murder. Unless…
Viktoria’s body language calms. She stands up straight. Her eyes go from frightened to sad but determined. A tear streams down her cheek. A sick feeling hits Gundirth in the stomach. Uh-oh…..
“Even when I lose, I win.” Viktoria whispers to him.
With that she plunges her dagger into her own throat, slitting it from side to side. Blood gushes down her front before her body drops.

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