Choices

WARNING: this story will contain some very explicit situations containing sex between same sex and opposite sex pairings and dark themes. As it's not yet complete there may be more things involved some people may not like, but I am hoping to write this taking the world in all its variation giving it diversity and depth.
What you'll need to understand if you are already familiar with my OC Cephera:
Set 601 years before the Thor movie and goes all the way through to the avengers. Cephera is half human in this! She and her sister share the same father and are both half human. She has grown up on Mechanova and their mother passed away married to the king. She does not copy magic, but she does learn it like everyone else.
For those who do not know Cephera you don't need to read previous Fanfiction to understand I just didn't want previous readers to get confused. :D
Chapter 1
"Furthermore for your heinous crimes against Asgard, and against Midgard I have decided the you are unworthy of the things I have once bestowed on you. Your marriage is hereby dissolved, the Princess Cephera will be remove from Asgard the moment the Byfrost is repaired and the path ways connecting our two realms will be severed." Odin declared.
Cephera's mouth dropped and she screamed before Frigga could contained her. How did everything they went through to be together get them to here?
601 years prior
Cephera was so excited she was shifting from foot to foot as they waited. Her father had allied himself to the great kingdom of Asgard and for the past year Cephera had been eagerly waiting for the sorcerers to finished the enchantments that would tie their realm to the great rainbow bridge; today was that day. Her father would no longer have to spend months off realm just to journey the long way to the kingdom eternal. Now they had a direct path and today herself and her fraternal twin sister, Seraphina were allowed to travel with him and see the city for the first time.
Cephera had heard many things about the city. What her father spoke of as old world boredom Cephera pictured as something more charming. She liked old things and enjoyed other cultures. She pictured Asgard as a grand place of beauty in its age. The people she was sure were kind and polite, nothing like the people in her kingdom of Mechanova. Everyone in her kingdom were loud and rude like her father. Luckily for Cephera she had inherited her mothers grace and charm. Of them all she was the only one to have manners and was well spoken.
Seraphina was not excited about Asgard. She was only going because their father had insisted she properly make herself known as the heir of the throne to Mechanova. Though her and Cephera were the same age Seraphina was born first and also born with the magic to manipulate the lands ran by magical energies and the core - an ancient power source that kept their realm alive-. Cephera had not been born with this power and so it put her second to the throne which was okay with her. She loved her people, but they were not the kind of people she would like to rule. She simply didn't fit in well enough to do so properly.
Her sister was well suited to the task though she lacked finesse when dealing with outsiders. Cephera often tried to help her out. She had managed to enchant a ring for each of them to wear that was magically inclined to allow them to speak to one another using thoughts only. One of Cephera's best ideas and the only one to ever work the way she wanted it to. Cephera was good with magic, but had more trouble than anyone she knew. Most people born there had common knowledge of magic already; Cephera struggled all her life to learn what she knew.
"Stop that annoying dancing," Seraphina said to her elbowing her in the arm. Cephera winced and stuck out her tongue.
"I can't help it. This is exciting." Her sister gave her a sigh and looked away to stare at the pillars surrounding what they called a Waypoint. The long sleeves of Cephera's dress swayed with the breeze. The dress was of her own design. It was black with pink cheery blossoms along it and the sash was white. The silks and batiste fabrics felt nice on her skin and had a beautiful elegant flow to them. She had been pleased when their personal dressmaker had come calling with the finished product. Her sister however stood in a dress only because she had to wear one. It was much simpler in design. High collar, long tight sleeves. Came in at the waist with a tie at the hip and then fell flat. She wore colours of dark blue and light blue.
No matter how much Cephera had encouraged her sister to take better care of how she looked Seraphina couldn't be bothered by it. Every week they had the same conversation at least once "You care way to much about your appearance" Seraphina would say. "And you don't care enough." Cephera would reply and they both would sigh at each other and go about their day.
There was no one in this world Cephera loved more then her dear sister no matter how much they differed from one another. "Ready girls?" Their father asked finally getting things on the go.
"Yes!" Cephera said enthusiastically.
"Do I have too." Seraphina groaned at the same time.
"Yes you have to. You're going even if you kick and scream." Their father told the elder twin. Seraphina didn't reply. She set her stony unhappy face ahead once more and they all stepped inside the Waypoint and their father called out to the gatekeeper of Asgard.
(Loki)
The breeze outside was much more refreshing than the stuffy air in the rooms of the palace. Loki enjoyed the feel of the grass beneath his fingers as he leaned back with both hands behind him palms down. His legs crossed and a book nestle there. He was on the far East side of the palace, far from prying eyes and far from Thor and their father. Loki was glad to be utterly alone. He had to enjoy this moment for not too long from now he would have to put on his most charming smile and greet the King of Mechanova; his fathers newest ally, and his two daughters. Two boring, stuck up, prissy princesses. Loki had no time for them, but as a prince he had to help welcome them.
Thor was openly excited for the prospect of meeting these newcomers, but Loki was less than impressed. Not only were they, no doubt, well bred bitches with high standards they were also nothing more than half human whelps. Not worth his time, but once again he had been expressly commanded to play nice. Loki furrowed his brow at the thought. He was a prince not a tour-guide. At best the only entertainment they might bring would be in the bedroom, but Loki was not stupid enough to do that. Thor maybe if one should bat her eyes the right way.
"Sulking doesn't become you," A silky voice said and Loki opened his eyes to peer up at his current magic instructor Amora. Beautiful in every aspect she was one of two woman Loki currently wanted to actually make his very own. Loki, however, lacked finesse when courting women. He was better at bedding them and forgetting them. Courting was something he had little practice in as most woman preferred to court strong men like Thor and Fandral. He had no time for romantic sentiments that was usually required for courting a woman one wished to keep at his side for a long period of time. He would not bring flowers or go for walks along the beaches. He also would not be caught in hand-to-hand combat to prove who was the better man. Loki lacked physical strength which was precisely why he had turned to learning magic.
He had several instructors already, but Amora proved to be the most distracting. She was alluring in many ways and she knew it. She rewarded Loki with glimpse of things he could not have and teasing playful brushes of her skin to his or her lips to his ear. He knew she was aware of how she affected him, but she had never let Loki press her further. Always keeping him at arms reach. It was annoying and exhilarating all at once. He enjoyed the fact she was hard to get, even for a prince of Asgard.
"I am not sulking." He told her. She pursed her lips in that sexy manner that she pulled off easily.
"You keep telling yourself that. Really what has you bothered so that you would be away from your studies." She all but coo'd the words and Loki cursed mentally for the stirring in his pants.
"I am a prince and therefore should be able to do as I like with my time with whomever I want to do it with." He began. "Instead, today and who knows how many other days; I will have to cater to showing two bratty princesses from another realm a good time." Loki growled and closed his eyes.
"Then perhaps if you pursue them as you do other women they will not come back at all," Amora said referring to his sexual endeavours. She knew Loki was no saint when it came to bedding women. What man was in Asgard? Even Thor was less than discreet with his women. Hell, all one had to do was go to one of the local taverns to see a whore being fucked on a table for everyone to see. It was in their nature to be sexually inclined as any other hot bloodied male. It was just the way of it.
"Or I could do that and one would become smitten enough to propose marriage. If I'm really unlucky Odin would agree." Loki scoffed. "No, fucking them will not be an option and I cannot be outright rude either."
Amora knelt down to him and slid her forefinger down his cheek and across his chin. "I am sure you'll find a way to amuse yourself in their presence." She said smiling and stood abruptly. Just as quick as she came she left. Loki watched her make her way across the grass. He fell back onto his back and growled. Perhaps it would be wise of him to at least get in a quick fuck before the girls arrived. He'd hate to walk around with all this sexual frustration all day.
Loki stood and walked the opposite way of Amora. The first pretty servant girl he saw he stopped her in her tracks. "You, with me." He commanded and she knew his meaning. She followed him at a quick pace and Loki found a deserted and secluded room full of old dusty objects. He waited for her to move ahead of him before placing a hand to her shoulder. He wasn't rough, but he was very assertive. He guided her to bend over. He had rules depending on who he fucked. Servants were not worth bringing back to his room or worth bringing immediate pleasure to. Whores he took in their place of choice, not his room and brought them pleasure only because they tried to fake it and he enjoyed making them scream for him genuinely and noblewomen he took to his room taking his time with them and then promptly kicked them out afterward.
The girl reached behind her and pulled up her skirts spreading her legs. She had done this before. She knew her place. Loki released himself from his pants and spit on his hand. He used his saliva to wet his cock and her womanhood before pushing himself into her heat. She gasped a little in pleasure and some discomfort. He gave her a second, he wasn't a brute like some people. When she fidgeted her hips he began a steady beat of thrusting. She sighed after a few moments and her breathing became pants. She was a pretty little thing and her cunt gripped him tightly. He continued his movements until he was ready to finish. He pulled out and set her to her knees before him. She knelt there mouth open and tongue licking him. He came over her tongue and lips and she licked him up eagerly.
Loki took a deep breath and fixed himself back into his pants. He left without a word to her. He set his features into a happier look for show before entering the main hall where he could hear his brother Thor laughing heartily.
(Cephera)
The journey happened so quickly Cephera thought she was still standing in Mechanova waiting to leave. When she opened her eyes she saw she was standing in a golden observatory of some kind. It's dome roof was tall and only a pedestal adorned the middle of the room and a very dark skinned made in golden armour was holding a very large sword. "Welcome to Asgard," He greeted them his voice dark and richly thick. Cephera could feel the smile beaming on her face.
"Greetings gatekeeper," Their father said having met him before. Before anymore pleasantries could be had in walked a man who's hair was slightly greying and on each side of him were two boys. Cephera thought it safe to assume this was the king and his two sons.
"Welcome. I trust the trip has not left you feeling sick or tired," Odin said.
"Not at all; though the tingle has made me need to urinate." King Yorin replied making Cephera close her eyes at his boldness. Odin did not reply to the comment instead he stepped back leaving his sons to stand a little ahead of him.
"These are my sons, Prince Thor my oldest and Prince Loki the youngest," He said pride clear in his voice. Cephera took a moment to look at them. Thor was tall and handsome, well muscled and toned with a swagger of cocky about him. Loki was taller than Thor by at least four inches and was slim and even though he was smiling he looked stern. He reminded her of Seraphina when she was faking happiness. Both men were handsome and intimidating.
"And, my daughters Serpahina the elder twin and heir to my kingdom and Cephera the younger twin." Cephera's father introduced them grinning. Cephera could tell both boys were doing the same to her and her sister what she'd just done to them; looking them over.
Cephera was aware of how they looked. Her sister had blossomed into a woman. She was taller than Cephera by a foot and a half, her chestnut hair touching her shoulders as she liked to keep it shorter in layers. Her eyes stern looking in her rounded face. Seraphina wasn't hefty, but she certainly was filled out in all the right places, hips, breast. Cephera was opposite. Her eating habits saw to it that her frame remained thin. The curve of her hips barely existing as she was still blooming into her womanhood, for their kind it happened at different ages, her breasts were small, but her face still held its round child like shape. Her father said that would change overtime. She kept her chestnut hair long, reaching her ass; both twins had their mothers violet eyes.
"My dear Serpahina. Your father tells me you are learning to deal with diplomatic handlings and will be present with us at our meeting." Seraphina only nodded at Odin. "Splendid. My son Thor needs some practice as well and will be there. Thor escort the Princess Seraphina to the palace." Odin said and Thor stepped forward.
"My lady," He said offering her his arm. She gave Cephera a pleading look and Cephera contained her laugh.
'Be good.' She mentally scolded her. Seraphina mentally huffed back and took Thors arm smiling her best pleasant smile, which looked more like she was gonna puke on him and left.
"My wife is waiting for you girls to arrive back at the palace. Loki, escort the Princess Cephera." Odin gave Loki a firm look and between them an unspoken warning past. Loki came forward and offered his arm to Cephera who took it smiling and left.
When she got outside she forgot about Loki altogether. Her arm slipping from his. She ran a little ways looking around her at the ocean that dipped off into the nothingness below, the lights that ran through the bridge, the golden city ahead, the twin suns above them and the birds that flew by the clouds. She stood there spinning and looking about while Loki watched on in confusion.
"It's beautiful." She told him. "Come on," She said and took off at a run. Not very lady like, but her excitement was getting the best of her. Cephera had passed her sister and laughed.
'Now who needs to be good?' Her sister shouted mentally at her. Cephera could hear Thor's laughter fade as she got further away ignoring her sisters mental chid. When she was almost to the gates Loki appeared ahead of her suddenly, making her come up short.
He grabbed her roughly by the wrist startling her from her excitement. "Though our city is not known for outright violence it doesn't mean a young woman can just go running off without possible harm. I will not be blamed for your childishness." He scolded her harshly.
"I ... I'm sorry." Cephera stammered. She didn't mean to offend him. He let her go and offered his arm again. She took it her heart hammering in her chest at his outburst. She was left feeling a little ashamed with herself and embarrassed. She didn't speak as they walked through the streets and neither did he. Perhaps she was too used to a place were being yourself without regard for rules was normal. It wasn't that she was normally so wild, but she had looked forward to seeing this city for so long she had forgotten her well placed manners and went with her whimsical fancy.
Now the city held no charm to her. Her face was flushed with embarrassment and she was barely able to look up as they walked. 'You're projecting.' Serpahina said in her head.
'Sorry.' Projecting was what they called it when the girls would send emotions from one to the other rather than words.
'What's wrong?' Serpahina asked concerned.
'I think I've insulted Prince Loki.' Cephera replied.
'Wow. Really!' Her sisters surprise only made Cephera's face flush more. It enforced the fact that Cephera was not normally so careless. Cephera didn't reply. The rest of her walk was uneventful and solemn.

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