An Unplanned Life

Odin stares at Laufey as the Jotun king considers his terms of the wedding arrangements. Odin had balked at the idea of a bedding ceremony, dismissing it out of hand when Frigga brought it up. But Frigga had not only insisted upon it, she had even stated that as the Goddess of Marriage and Fertility it was in the best interest of the couple that this ancient marriage ritual be performed. That had gotten Odin’s attention. Frigga is not allowed to share her premonitions nor does she throw around her title carelessly or often. It didn’t make it any easier bringing up the idea with Loki’s father however.
Laufey seems to contemplate this request for an uncomfortable amount of time. He understands the Allfather’s reasoning behind this. Loki had to be dragged to the Bifrost site to get him here, which he is certain that Heimdall saw. It is not a far stretch to assume Loki might not willingly consummate the marriage. He is a renowned trickster and a powerful sorcerer after all.
“I agree to this Allfather. It is regrettable but necessary. As to the other details of the ceremony, I care not. Do as you please. We Jotun do not observe rituals such as this for our pair bonding.” With this the negotiations are concluded. King Laufey will be given the Casket of Ancient Winters the morning after the public bedding ceremony when he returns to Jotunnheim.
That evening the first of many feasts is held in Loki’s honor. Not that it makes him feel any better. It doesn’t help that the big blonde oaf is staring at him when he thinks Loki isn’t looking. Jotuns don’t wear much clothing in general, but being surrounded by a sea of fully clad Aesir makes Loki wish he had something more conservative to wear in his wardrobe. Loki watches the crowd, studying them. They are a rather happy and boisterous lot. Loki’s people might be too if they weren’t going hungry. He looks down at his plate which is overflowing with so many different things he has never seen before and feels guilt.
Loki’s struggle to stay alive started the day he was born. His dam protected him until his sudden death in adolescence. An avalanche had crushed him to death while he was evacuating a small village. Loki had been just old enough at the time to take care of himself and be weary of his own family and ‘friends’. Loki spent his childhood cultivating his magic since he knew no one in Jotunheim would fear him as a warrior and he needed spells that could protect him from attack. Being smaller than everyone else also meant that he didn’t need to eat as much to survive. The famine in Jotunheim has become so wide spread that even the royal family is feeling its effects.
Even if all this had not happened, and all of Loki’s plans played out the way he intended, Loki still had no way of getting the Casket out of Asgard without being killed. He starts to feel the heavy weight of fate on his shoulders. If he had been born of normal size Loki would not have been able to marry Thor. If Loki were large like all the other Jotun he would never have cultivated his magic, never learned of the secret pathway into Asgard, and Thor would not have blundered into his world and given Laufey the leverage he needed to get the Casket back. It was like this was all supposed to happen.
“Bah.” Loki scowls. The Norns really are bitches.
Loki returns his attentions to the crowd. Laufey had introduced Loki as the future ‘queen’ of Asgard. Never mind that Loki has broad shoulders and a large penis. The fact that he also has a vagina is enough to negate all of that and rob him of the title of king once again. So be it. Queens are powerful too. Frigga is proof of that. In fact Loki decides to make a point of buddying up to his new mother-in-law. He’d rather have her as a friend than a foe. He’ll be able to learn from her the politics of this place and wage a public relations war that will earn him the love of the people of Asgard. And if his husband should die not long after Loki gives birth to an heir, well, oh well.
Loki will have to be careful not to bond with Thor. Loki will have to chant a fertility spell when he is not in heat and rut with the blonde idiot. If Loki mates with Thor while he’s in heat he could develop feelings for the Thunder God. How terribly inconvenient. Loki has suffered through heats alone before. He will continue to endure. Thor is staring at Loki again. Then again so is everyone else. Some of the people in the crowd look put off by his natural blue hue. Loki will have to do something about that.
Thor turns his head quickly back to his goblet. He has never been attracted other men…before. Not that Loki is technically a man. He does have a vagina. And a penis. And no breasts. Yet there is still something very alluring about the blue creature which Thor cannot explain. His movements are so graceful and fluid. He emits an air of danger which makes Thor’s cock twitch. Thor curses himself under his breath for staring too long. Surely Loki has noticed by now. Thor was ready to blame Loki for the delay of his coronation and scapegoat him for the incursion of his people into the weapons vault. Now all Thor can think about is whether Loki finds Thor as attractive as Thor finds Loki to be.
Thor’s mind turns to the bedding ceremony. What if ‘Little Thor’ fails to rise to the occasion? There are going to be people, many of the courtiers in the feasting hall at this very moment, that are going to watch Thor fuck his new husband. His husband, his queen. This is all very weird. Moreover, what if Loki refuses or worse, inflicts Thor with the withering touch while he’s inside Loki and freezes his dick off?
Thor shakes his head and pounds down another mug of ale. He really needs to stop letting his mind wander in THAT direction. As for the other concern, perhaps a visit to Lady Eir to ensure ‘Little Thor’s’ appearance would be prudent. Why the ceremony was happening at all was beyond him. He’d yelled and screamed at his father when Odin told him, insisting that his father was punishing him in the most sadistic and cruel way possible. He’d been shouting at Odin for well over an hour until Frigga came in and told Thor it was her idea and that this was not in any way for the sake of punishment. The bedding ceremony was for the sake of his marriage.
That had shut Thor up, confounding him. How and why would fucking his new spouse publicly be good for their marriage? He thought briefly to yell at Frigga but one stone cold glare from her told him he did not dare. She is the goddess of marriage and fertility, she must know something important. Thor has kept alcohol in his system ever since. Later that evening when Thor leaves the feasting hall and returns to his chambers, he falls asleep with this question still on his mind. He dreams of Loki.
The next day is a blur of preparation for the wedding and bedding ceremonies. Loki spends a better part of the day with the palace seamstress, while Thor spends the day with his father and King Laufey learning some the cultural differences and customs of Jotuns. Thor had no idea that Jotuns had heats and that it will be his spousal duty to drop everything and see to Loki’s needs when those heats occur. Thor imagines giving some stuffy palace advisor his apology for having to cancel some boring meeting because he has to go have sex. Oh darn.
Loki has learned much about Asgard simply by listening to the servants gossip as they fit him for his new wardrobe. Loki had no idea that the incursion into the weapons vault had taken place during what was supposed to be Thor’s coronation. It had simply been good timing. Loki smiles a wicked smile. Knowing that he had deprived Thor of the crown, for at least a little while, warms his vindictive heart. He isn’t the only one being deprived of a throne in this whole mess, and it makes Loki feel a lot better about it all. Loki asks the servants many questions about Thor. His habits, his likes, his dislikes, and his personality. Thor is genuinely beloved by his people. He is also loud, crude, naïve, and arrogant. Loki will have to break him.
The day of the wedding comes and Loki is awoken at dawn to begin his beauty regimen. He is lead to a pool filled with soap bubbles and scented oils by two female servants. Frigga is there also. Everything about the bath is soothing and luxurious.
“Loki, I must ask you again, is your virtue still intact. It is alright if it is not, but please tell me so. Traditionally the bride of the future King of Asgard has always been a virgin and proof of your virtue will be displayed the morning after the ceremony. I can give you something to fake the stain if you require it.” Frigga says matter of factly.
“No, I will not require any such device of deception.” Loki says with an edge of shrillness to his voice. With each new detail the barbaric nature of the public bedding ceremony become more and more apparent. “Tell me, how many people will be watching?” Loki asks apprehensively.
“There will be 20 members of the court there, though you will not be able to see them. The bed will be in the middle of a dark room. The only light therein will be shining brightly down upon the bed, with nothing but pitch blackness beyond it. The witnesses will only stay long enough to watch the copulation take place and then take their leave so that you and Thor may enjoy the rest of your wedding night alone.” Frigga says apologetically.
Loki tries in vein to hide his blush. As cold and analytical as he is, he can’t suppress his vulnerable side. He is going to lose his virginity tonight. The thought of him losing control, of moaning wantonly as Thor takes him both scares and thrills him. What if they laugh? No. They won’t. They wouldn’t dare, not at their own Crowned Prince. Thor. Loki suddenly thinks of Thor, sexually. Thor is pleasing to the eye, Loki must admit. For all his shortcomings in the intelligence department he will make a fine bed partner, provided a certain appendage is of an adequate size.
“Tell me, how is Thor…in that… department?” Loki asks embarrassed beyond belief. The humiliations of the past couple of days just keep mounting, and tonight they are mounting him!
“Thor is blessed with size in strength in many areas, but he is also very gentle and kind. He will be considerate of your needs. I have spoken with him on this issue.”
Translation: Thor is hung like a frost giant. Fan. Fucking. Tastic. Loki can only imagine how that conversation went between him and his own mother. Loki looks away from Frigga. He just doesn’t have it in him to ask any more questions. He just doesn’t want to know anything else. Loki gets out of the bath and is escorted to a makeup chair and mirror where a servant starts working on his hair. His hair is heated to completely straighten it and then little braids are woven here and there throughout with diamonds strung on them to catch the light.
Next Loki is dressed in a simple white fabric floor length skirt. His chest is still bare but gold metal arm bands spiral up his arms from his elbows to his shoulders. A large heavy gold and diamond pendant necklace is draped onto him and his circlet is placed upon his head. All told, it looks like a mash up between a traditional wedding dress and what Loki was wearing the first day he arrived in Asgard. He is stunning. Loki stands there staring at himself in the mirror for several minutes thinking to himself when the announcement comes. It is time.

Notes

Don't worry. Chapter 3 is coming soon. Sorry to leave you all hanging for now. BWHAHAHAHAHAHA!