Loki, Aralia, and the Omega Movement

Loki’s jaw drops. It was only yesterday that his father forbade Aralia from sharing her readings with other omegas ever again. The issue is now moot. Aralia grabs him then and kisses him deeply. Tears of joy are in her eyes. He regards her for a moment before the sick swell of apprehension fills him. For all the cheers in the room, surely there is just as much outrage. Loki scans the room. Many warriors and royal advisors are begging the King to reconsider, but it is Lord Makel that grabs Loki’s attention. He is quiet, seething, and he is walking out of the palace with malicious intent clearly etched into his face. The alphas of Asgard will surely revolt. Loki takes a moment to look around the room and note which warriors are furious and which are smiling, or at least relieved. This situation is very precarious. Knowing who is friend and who is foe will be difficult to determine in the coming days. Even the loyalty of the royal guard is now questionable. It is now that Loki notices Captain Gundirth giving him a meaningful look.
Loki takes Aralia by the hand and leads her out of the throne room, with Gundirth following close behind. The men take congress in the sitting room of Loki’s chambers. “Captain, I don’t think I need to tell you that there are going to be warriors, noblemen, and members of your own guard that will revolt at the new decree.” Captain Gundirth nods in agreement. “I can already name at least a dozen men directly under my authority that will try to usurp the Crown, provided they have someone to lead them.”
“Lord Makel will most certainly try to lead the revolt. He has his dead son to raise up as a martyr. The question is when. Those that wish to depose my father so that they may replace him and repeal the decree will need time to assemble and form a plan.” Loki says. “You and I were both present at Udor’s funeral; do you think you can remember the names and faces of your own men that were there?” Udor nods. “Yes I believe so, what do you plan to do, My Prince?”
Thor and Frigga recognize the immediate danger the Unclaimed Omegas are in. Though no one would dare attack them openly in the throne room, once outside all bets are off. They usher the young people to a side room away from the crowd for protection. Frigga remains in the room, conversing with Henrid about their next course of action. She decides that at least for the next few days, it is wise to house the omegas in the palace for safe keeping.
Thor returns to the throne room and stands by his father’s side. The people need to know that Thor, the heir to the throne, and himself an alpha, stands with his father’s decision. His presence next to Odin quells many protests in the throne room, dashing the hopes of many alphas that Thor himself would fight his father’s decision. The sounds of the crowd outside have not abated and Odin knows that he must disperse it before a riot starts. He walks through the Throne Room to the grand doors of the palace so that the people will see and hear him. He again repeats his edict and then orders everyone to go home. Many of the people are singing and cheering as they leave, though the tension still running through the royal guard itself is palpable. Odin can sense it rolling off some of the men, anger directed at him. Odin turns to Thor and asks him, “Where is Captain Gundirth?” “I saw him leave the Throne Room with Loki and Aralia, I believe they are plotting.” “Fetch them, all three, and join me in The War Room. Bring any others you trust as well. I am convening a war council.”
In a large room, at a large table, with many chairs, sit many men. They are arguing fiercely as to how they should proceed. Lieutenant Svet of the royal guard is present, along with many noblemen and their sons. Lord Makel is pleased. “I know all the secret passage ways into and out of the palace my lord. Sneaking our men into the royal wing will be easy. The Queen has foolishly decided to house the unclaimed omegas there, near Prince Loki and Princess Aralia. They are ripe for the picking.” One of the other noblemen gaffs at this. “It’s a trap. Prince Loki is himself a master of trickery, magic, and lies. And do you think they would leave those passages unguarded. They’ll be expecting that and will guard them fiercely.” The Lieutenant counters, “But those guarding the passages will be MY men. I’ll make sure of it.” Lord Makel listens intently. He’s lost his son and his line, and has nothing further to lose. If he dies, it matters not for he has no heir now to leave his estate. If he succeeds in this revolt, at least he will have vengeance. Lord Makel agrees with the Lieutenant and they continue on for a few more hours hammering out details of their plan of attack. Long after the sun has set. The Lieutenant leaves the home of Lord Makel and makes his way back to the barracks to quietly inform his band of loyal men the plan.
The Lieutenant walks into the bay where his men are sleeping. It is dark and quiet, with the exception breathing and snoring in the background. Svet walks over to the first bed to wake one of the men, only to find nothing. He moves on to the next bed but finds it empty as well, then another and another before he realizes he is alone in the room. But he can hear snoring, he’s sure of it. “Looking for someone?” Svet’s eyes go wide as a hand snakes over his mouth and torso. Suddenly he is dizzy and then blinded by bright light before he is shoved into a cell in the dungeon. His eyes focus and he realizes that the cell is full of all his men. So is the cell across the way. Loki has spent the last several hours quietly plucking up royal guards one by one and depositing them into the dungeon. “There now, is that the last one?” Loki turns and looks at Captain Gundirth. “Yes I believe so. Of all the royal guards I believe these are the ones most likely to commit treason. I cannot see into the heart of every man that serves under me, but at least I know that we have gathered up the majority of the troublemakers.” Svet is horrified. He has been defeated before the battle has even begun. His presence at Lord Makel’s meeting makes him guilty of treason. If Lord Makel does not succeed in overthrowing Odin, Svet will surely be put to death as a traitor and a coward. He looks around at his men, who so far haven’t technically done anything illegal or treasonous, yet. What their sentences will be is hard to guess.
Captain Gundirth looks at his former second in command through the gold glittering prison glass wall. Svet has always looked at Rosemarie as some plaything that Gundirth stole away from Fandral. While he was not overtly rude, the side jokes that man sometimes made about omegas did not please the Captain. Svet made his opinion plain over the years that he believed that omegas were only good for bedding, breeding, and displaying. He did not see them as people.
It is just before dawn. One by one large warriors leave their homes throughout the city and slowly start to gather into formation for the attack. Lord Makel is there, about to lead the charge. Inside the palace, alpha warriors and royal guards loyal to The King prepare for the invasion. Each group can sense the other; feel their presence before they actually see them.
Aralia’s brother Sven is looking out the bedroom window of his home. He’s on pins and needles. Asgard is bomb about to blow up. Yesterday, after the King’s decree, many omegas fled the city for the countryside; including Sven’s wife Yala, and their children. He looks down at the street outside. His family’s tavern, the Tilted Pony, where his sister Princess Aralia had been doling out readings to Asgard’s youth in secret is just across the street. He looks with terror as he sees a group of warriors with swords drawn and torches lit, march down the street and stop in front of the tavern. They bust the door in. His parents are asleep upstairs.
On the same street, not 4 houses away, lives Viktoria’s family.
The whole city erupts simultaneously into chaos, battle, and death. A large group of warriors charge the palace. Thor, the Lady Sif and the Warriors 3 lay waste to many men that used to be their friends and allies. There had been a moment, tense and fearful, that Fandral would align with the other side. Fandral made no bones about his dislike for The King’s new omega decree. But Fandral was also loyal to Thor and his friends, he could not hope to fight them wholeheartedly and win. In the end, Fandral was loyal to his King and his brothers (and sister) in arms.
Lord Makel broke away from the battle to find one of the secret passages that lead into the palace and up to the royal wing. He is going to kill that Princess Bitch and that Male Breeding Bastard if it is the last thing he’ll ever do. The Royal Guards he encounters in the secret passage are not the friendly type that Lieutenant Svet had promised. Where is that useless son of bitch anyway? Makel had not laid eyes on him all morning. With much effort he dispatches the roadblocks in his path. No one was going to get in the way of his revenge today.
He makes his way to the room where Svet said the omegas would be hiding. “Going somewhere?” Prince Loki steps out of shadows as if he melted out of the walls. Makel turns to him and grins a sick smile. “Ah I must be getting close to your precious omega bitch and your monster spawn if you are oozing out of the crevices like liquid shit to fight me!”
Loki flings his throwing daggers at the man in a smooth and graceful arc. Makel manages to dodge most of them, but one lands right on target in his rib cage. Makel yells and yanks it from his body. “You’re going to pay for that!” With that Makel rushes Loki. Loki pulls a sword from thin air and the two engage in battle. They bash each other into the wall, pulling down tapestries, cracking columns. Makel starts to show fatigue as the fight wears on. He starts making mistakes, one of them fatal. Loki plunges his sword into Lord Makel’s chest.
Outside, Odin, Thor, and their warrior friends have defeated their foes. Many of their former friends lay on the ground broken and bleeding. A remaining handful have surrendered, realizing that they have lost. The revolution is over. Odin is still King. The decree stands. Throughout the city fires are burning. It was not a one sided victory. The Tilted Pony was burned to the ground with Sven inside. He managed to save his mother, his father has suffered critical injuries and may not survive. Viktoria’s entire family is dead, killed by Lord Makel’s henchmen.
As the remaining members of the royal guard start the clean-up of the dead bodies, Odin, Thor and his warrior friends make their way back into the palace to make sure all is well. They make their way to the room where all the omegas are hidden. They are greeted by the sight of Loki running Lord Makel through with his sword right in front of the door where the Queen, the Princess, and all the omegas are huddled together in hiding. “Brother!” Thor booms. Loki turns to him, sweat dripping from his brow. He is visibly relieved to see his father and brother and not more of Makel’s men. “Victory is ours, we have won the day!” Loki relaxes slightly. Though there may still be one or two traitors lurking about, the vast majority have been dispatched including the ring leader.
“We should check on them.” Loki says turning to the door where his wife, children, and mother are hiding. With an elegant twist of his wrist Loki removes the magic lock he placed over the door and it swings open. Inside the room over 50 omegas are crammed together, and almost every single one of them are in heat. A blast wave of pheromones hits Odin, Loki, Thor, Fandral, Volstagg, Sif, and Hogun. To Odin’s surprise, this includes Frigga. They thought her heats had stopped permanently 300 years ago. Odin gently takes his wife by the hand and escorts her out of the room to their chambers. On their way out Odin says to Thor, “Take care of them my son, see to their safety. This will be a test for the people of Asgard to respect and follow my new edict. Make sure none are harmed today.” Thor nods, knowing the responsibility on his shoulders is massive. It is also an almost impossible burden with his burgeoning erection in his pants. Keeping his mind clear is going to be difficult.
Fandral walks into the room, he is visibly shaking. Sweat is pouring down his neck. He is overwhelmed. His instinct to grab the nearest omega and take her right there is overpowering. Thor places a hand on his shoulder. “Remember my friend, forced claiming is over. If you want one of these pretty ladies, you will have to woo her.” Fandral exhales a breath he did not know he was holding. He nods silently and looks around at all the omegas. Volstagg and Hogun have already waded through the crowd and each have settled on one lady that they like, smiling at them and speaking kind words. Hogun hits a home run, while Volstagg strikes out with his choice, only to be tapped on the shoulder by another omega that is eyeing him like he’s a thanksgiving dinner. She is a short slightly pudgy woman, but has a pretty face and bright kind eyes and a cheerful smile. Lady Sif quietly walks by the handful of male omegas in the room inspecting them when a light delicate touch on her arm gets her attention. It is a beautiful young maiden. She has bright light curly blonde hair and big blue saucer eyes and rosy cupid lips. Her skin is like porcelain. She looks like a doll. Sif’s breath hitches in her throat. Fandral sees the couple, he was just about to walk up to the little blonde when Sif came between them. For a moment he is angry and again he feels unsure what to do. He can’t fight Sif for her. What would be the point?
Then Fandral smells it. An intoxicating smell, more beautiful and powerful than any of the other omegas in the room, and she is standing right behind him. Fandral turns and looks into the eyes of Henrid. Fandral is confused at first, surely his omega must be standing behind this man. But the way Henrid is glaring at Fandral makes his whole body quake. Henrid steps up to Fandral, wraps his hands in Fandral’s hair and pulls him in for a deep and passionate kiss.
All talking in the room stops, and everyone stares at them. Fandral pulls out of the kiss, trying to find his words. Finally he stutters out, “…but this won’t work. You and I cannot breed. I would not be able to satisfy your heats.” Lady Sif’s new little blonde friend grabs her by the arm and drags Sif over to the men. Her name is Litca. The men turn and look at the women. Sif eyes Fandral and Henrid and then looks at Litca, a nervous feeling blooming inside her. Litca leans in and sniffs Fandral and says, “Your scent is not the sweet Valhalla that is Sif, but it is acceptable for breeding purposes.” Henrid looks at Litca and understanding dawns. He looks at Sif and does the same. “Your scent too is acceptable for breeding purposes. Our children would be strong and beautiful.” Sif and Fandral exchange wide eyed looks. Though Fandral has managed to have sex with half the ladies in Asgard (and a few of the men), he and Sif have never had sex. Sif looks at Henrid again. He does smell nice, but nothing like Litca. It is taking all of Sif’s composure to keep from ripping Litca’s dress off right there. “Sif….do you want to do this?” Fandral asks her. “I’m…I’m not sure.” She says, nervously. “What exactly are we considering?” “An omega swap.” Says Litca. “Sif, you will take me and claim me, Fandral you and Henrid will do the same. After a couple of days of bonding in the heat, we switch at the end and you men impregnate us. Fandral with me, and Henrid with Sif.” They all look at each other. “Will that work? Asks Fandral. “I guess we will find out.” Says Hendrid. With the agreement reached the four adults leave the room to find more private quarters.

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