An Unplanned Life
Climax
Loki is lead to the receiving room before the great hall. The double doors open wide and Loki walks down the aisle to the throne where Thor is waiting by Odin, Frigga, Laufey, and a temple priest. All of Asgard has come to watch the wedding. After a long slow graceful march Loki reaches the altar. The ceremony is long and dry. The temple priest drones on and on about loyalty, fidelity, honor, love, and blah blah blah….Finally the binding ribbon is brought forth and wrapped around Thor and Loki’s intertwined hands. Only now do they look at each other. It lasts only a split second, both of them dropping their gaze the moment eye contact is made. Fear and nervousness radiating out of both of their eyes.
The ribbon is red and wide. The priest starts chanting some magic words while his hand hovers over it. Slowly the ribbon starts to dissolve into mist and absorbs into Loki and Thor’s skin. As this happens Loki’s skin color starts to change. This is not the priest’s doing, or Odin’s, it is Loki’s. Slowly the blue in his hands is replaced by pink which creeps inch by inch up his arms then to his head, torso, and the rest of him. Loki looks up into Thor’s eyes. Thor is greeted by two bright sparkling emerald green eyes and his breath hitches. For a brief moment a look of absolute unrequited lust blankets Thor’s face before he blushes and looks down again. Something inside of Loki knots up at the sight of lust on Thor’s face. He has never experienced what it is like to have someone look at him with desire. He likes it. He likes it very much.
The watching crowd gasps in awe then bursts into cheers as they are presented with their new prince (princess?). Good. Loki thought. They obviously approve of this form much more than his natural appearance. Swaying the opinions of these people will be easy.
The newlyweds are taken to the reception for an early afternoon wedding feast. Loki sits there picking at his food, becoming more and more anxious by the moment. There are people in the room whispering and pointing. No doubt they are members of the 20 witnesses that will get to see the other ceremony happening today. The minutes tick away slowly and before long Loki simply wants to vomit. Thor isn’t faring much better. He hasn’t touched any alcohol all day. He couldn’t risk it affecting his performance, but damn being sober right now is unbearable!
Odin toasts the couple, as does Laufey. Some of Thor’s friends say some kind words. Then Frigga rises. She gives the couple her blessing as Goddess of Marriage and Fertility and then announces that it is time for the couple to retire. Everyone knows about the bedding ceremony. Hoots and hollars ring out as Loki and Thor are led away to separate chambers to prepare.
Loki is taken to a chamber that looks like a spa. In the center is a strange looking table. Frigga informs him that it is a massage table. One of the servants is going to rub him down with oils to perfume him and relax him. Loki disrobes and lays face down naked as he is covered with a sheet. The massage only lasts about a half hour but does wonders for his tight knotted muscles. He has been tense all day. When it is done he sits up and is given a simple long white robe to put on.
“This all you will be wearing into the viewing room.” Frigga says. She reaches over to a tray that a servant is holding and grabs a goblet from it. “Here. Drink this down. It will calm you.” Frigga says, her eyebrows knitted together in the expression of a concerned mother. Loki takes it and thanks her. He is grateful to her for this. He needs it. He gulps it down and feels the effects immediately. A feeling of wellbeing flows over him and he all but purrs his approval. Still, in the back of his head he is tense.
“Loki, when you are in there do not try to peer into the darkness. You do not want to know who is watching. Try to ignore any sounds you hear from the darkness and focus on Thor. Under the cover, in the center of the bed is the virtue swatch. Make sure it is under you when Thor takes you. It will be collected in the morning and displayed to the public. Do you have any questions for me?”
“No.”
“Then it is time.”
Frigga escorts Loki to the viewing. The effects of the elixir are starting to affect him in a new way. Loki starts to feel….aroused. Loki tries thinking of unsexy things. He doesn’t want to have a full blown erection when he walks into the room.
“What was in that draught you gave me?” Loki asks accusingly.
“A fertility potion to make you start your heat. If all goes well you should conceive tonight.” Frigga says conspiratorily.
The doors to the viewing room swing open before Loki can utter another word. NOOOOO! You Bitch! Conniving, traitorous, evil woman! But none of those words ever escape his mouth. Loki slowly steps forward into the room and walks towards the bed. The spotlight shining down on the bed is bright. Loki can hear the muffled sounds of people shifting around, coughing, and whispering to each other. All goes quiet when Loki climbs under the covers and then removes his robe and tosses off to the side somewhere. He sits there awkwardly, alone for a moment until Thor arrives. All sounds stop completely.
Thor is clad in the same white robe that Loki was wearing. Like Loki, Thor climbs under the covers before removing his robe. For the first time, they can’t ignore each other. The potion Loki drank is in full effect now. There is a fire beneath Loki’s skin and a knotting between his legs that will not be denied.
“You look beautiful.” Thor whispers to Loki. They stare into each other’s eyes for several moments. Thor reaches a hand up behind Loki’s head and brings him in for a kiss. It is slow and shy at first. Slowly, boldly, Thor presses his tongue against Loki’s lips, begging entry. Loki opens his mouth and lets Thor in. The sensation of Thor’s tongue pressing his makes the hairs on his skin stand on end. Loki tentatively touches Thor’s bicep with his hand. He squeezes it to feel it’s size. Thor flexes his muscles in response. The sound of someone whispering in the darkness makes Thor break the kiss and glare at the darkness. His look speaks of death to the next person that dares make a sound. Now the nervous aura in the room isn’t coming from the couple but from the audience.
Loki doesn’t care anymore. His desire is galloping through his veins and all he can think of is having his husband between his legs. Loki pulls Thor back into the kiss and shifts his body so that their chests make contact. They continue to kiss, growing bolder and more passionate as the minutes pass. Loki becomes aware of something poking him in his stomach and that he is doing the same to Thor. They break contact again, each looking at the other with questioning eyes. They are ready.
Loki shifts to the center of the bed and lies down. As promised there is a 2x2 foot sheet with a red embroidered edge for Loki to spill his lost virtue all over. Thor rolls over top of him.
“I will try to make this as quick and painless as I can so that they leave and we can be alone.” Thor whispers gently, with caring in his eyes. Loki nods quietly in response. Loki doesn’t want to make a sound. The sounds of pleasure he wants to make are for Thor and no one else. Thor dips one of his hands under the sheet and in between Loki’s legs. Loki is wet, drenched even.
“Bend your knees around me.” Thor gently instructs. Loki slowly spreads his legs so that the lower half of Thor’s body can lower between them. Thor brings his cock to Loki’s entrance and begins to slowly and gently push in. Loki is breathing fast and frantically through his nose in an effort to keep quiet. Thor’s girth makes the penetration painful immediately and as he slowly pushes in he comes to the barrier that he must tear through. Thor stops.
“I am going to push through quickly so that it hurts less. Brace yourself.” With that Thor thrusts in and Loki cries out loudly in pain. Thor stills. He kisses the tears away from Loki’s face muttering words of encouragement. “Shh, shh. It’s alright, I’m here. I’m here. You are beautiful my beloved. Shh, Shh. I want to make love to you properly, but not while they are watching. I am going to finish myself off quickly now so that they leave.”
Thor starts rocking slowly into Loki, his length and girth filling him so full he feels like he is being split in two. Loki bites his lip until he draws blood, trying in vain, to stifle his own moans. Thor’s pace picks up and Loki feels a distinct tightness in his abdomen threatening to break his resolve. Loki’s cock throbs painfully from neglect and finally Loki can hold back no longer as he moans loudly through his release. Come splashes onto the chests between the lovers and Loki’s walls clamp down onto Thor’s pulsing rod. The sight of Loki coming undone beneath him sends Thor over the edge and he cries out as his seed spills inside Loki’s womb.
Thor and Loki lay quietly for a moment until they hear the sounds of shuffling and movement as the witnesses leave the room. A door closes and suddenly the pitch black dark surrounding the bed dissipates to reveal a very large luxurious bedchamber. A fire in the fireplace comes alight along with many candles dotted throughout the room. The bright light above them disappears. Thor and Loki find themselves in a proper honeymoon suite befitting a newlywed royal couple. Both take a big breath and sigh in relief. Well, Thor is relieved, but Loki is still unsatisfied. He is still in heat and his need is urgent.
“Thor…” Loki moans. “I need you.” He says with raw need trembling in his voice. Thor’s member is instantly hard again. Loki pulls Thor back down into his embrace. All the things Thor wants to do to Loki are now possible, now that he doesn’t have to hold back. His first priority is pleasure Loki’s poor neglected cock. Thor shifts himself down Loki’s body and takes his erection into his hot generous mouth. Loki bucks involuntarily.
“Ah!” Loki cries. He lets out the sound finally free of inhibition. He starts moaning unbridled, and Thor’s name falls from his lips like a waterfall. Thor’s head bobs up and down between Loki’s legs and Loki moans as his length repeatedly hits the back of Thor’s throat. “Oh, ah, Thor, ah, just like that…” Loki feels his orgasm returning as his cock twitches it’s need to explode. “AHHHHH! THOOOOOR!” Thor sucks down every drop, the suction so pleasurable it is almost painful.
“Let us get up and get rid of that blood stain on the bed and go bath ourselves. I wish continue our love making and there even more things I’d like to do to you.” Thor hops up and extends his hand to Loki, which he takes. They both have blood smeared all over their thighs and private areas. Loki grabs the virtue swatch and sneers at it in disgust. “I’ll take that.” Thor says. He folds it up neatly and places it on a table right by the door so that whoever comes to retrieve it in the morning does not have to disturb them. With the blood stain gone the bed is once again clean. That square of fabric had been rather handy.
Thor and Loki go into their private bathroom which is as cavernous as a house. There is yet another large spa like bathing pool filled with hot bubbly scented water. They both wade into it and Thor grabs a washcloth and starts bathing Loki with it. He is slow and sensual in his movements. Loki grabs another and does the same. They kiss and interlace their fingers in each other’s hair. Loki’s desire to have Thor seed inside him is screaming. Thor grabs Loki’s hips and lifts him up onto his cock. Loki’s moan reverberates in a mighty echo throughout the bathing chamber. Loki wraps his arms and legs around Thor and clings to him for dear life. With their lower halves still under the water Thor starts thrusting upward into his wanton bed partner. The water makes a swishing, splashing, smacking sound a Thor rides into Loki again and again and again. Thor’s hands are cupping Loki’s ass and he uses his hands to spread his cheeks and slide a finger up inside it while fucking him.
“Ohhh, ah, Ahhh.” Loki keens. Thor finds that spot of sensitive nerve bundles inside him and Loki writhes down on him uncontrollably. Their pace becomes frantic and uneven as each works his way to completion. They cry out in unison and the sound bounces off the walls, much to their satisfaction.
They leave the bath and return to their bed. For the first time, they are alone together. They’ve fucked and now, it seems time that they should actually speak to one another. They sit on the bed and Thor pulls Loki into his lap, having Loki wrap his legs around his torso once again. They are chest to chest and Loki is looking slightly down on Thor.
“Do I please you?” Thor still whispers.
“Yes.” Loki replies. “Do I please you?”
“Yes. Very much so.” Thor’s hands are in Loki’s hair again. He can’t get enough of it, it seems. “It is strange how all this came about. I have regretted much in the last few days. They have been tumultuous to say the least. But in this moment I cannot regret the turn of events that brought you to me. I have been watching you the last couple of days Loki and I am in awe of you. I wish to know you better, and for you to know me as well.”
“I have conceived of every possible scenario to get myself out of this, and now I am glad I failed. You are far more tender and loving than I could have ever imagined. I need you again. I will always need you again.” Loki says and leans down to kiss Thor. “Breed me. Put your child in my womb. I need it so badly.”
Thor’s lust boils in his veins at those words and once again Loki is on his back. If Thor holds back at all this time it is only for the sake of Loki’s comfort. Without an audience in the room Thor feels free to fuck the way he wants to. He enters Loki again, gently at first. Once Loki is comfortably stretched Thor gives him the full power of his thrusts, rutting Loki like a beast. The bed creeks and groans at Thor’s movements. Loki’s legs are wrapped around Thor’s hips and his back arches to give him better access.
Loki cannot remember why he ever thought ‘not fucking’ his husband was a good or practical idea. Loki can think of nothing more heavenly than spreading his legs for Thor anytime, anywhere, for the rest of his life. The thought makes him come.
Thor is still riding him mercilessly and Loki mutters his name over and over in his ear, egging him on. “Oh Thor. I’ll wait for you every night with my legs spread begging for you. Come for me darling. Breed me.”
“ErHAHHHHH!” Thor growls and he spends his seed. Thor collapses from exhaustion. The couple snuggle into each other’s arms, their legs entangled in one another. They sleep. The party of the wedding day still rages on in Asgard, but the royal couple are spent. Early in the morning Thor hears the quiet but distinct sound of the door to their room opening. Thor catches a brief glimpse of his mother grabbing the bloody sheet by the door before she is gone. The stress and embarrassment of the bedding ceremony had been awful. Sharing so intimate a part of himself with other people had been hard. It was hard on Loki too. Whatever his mother’s reasoning for making them do this, it must have been important.
Thor looks over at Loki who is curled up on his chest. His long raven hair is everywhere. Thor thinks to lie there and enjoy the quiet for a while but the growling in his stomach gives him no peace. He’d barely eaten the last three days, too nervous to keep food down. Now he is ravenous. Loki must be too. Thor gingerly extracts himself from Loki and gets up. There are pajamas for the couple laid out for them on the dresser top. Thor pulls some pants on and walks to the door to look for a servant.
He waits a moment peering into an empty hallway before a young girl passes by. “You there, my husband and I are in need of refreshment. If you would be so kind as to have some servants bring up a large breakfast for us that would be much appreciated.” Thor says politely.
The servant girl blushes, seeing her prince shirtless. It’s not like the whole kingdom doesn’t know what he was doing all night last night. She acknowledges his command to heads to the kitchens.
The whole kitchen is abuzz with the gossip of the wedding and bedding ceremonies.
“Prince Thor has asked that a large breakfast be taken to his suite for himself and the new prince.” Greta announces.
“How did he look? Did you see Loki too? Did Thor look like he enjoyed last night?” A cluster of questions ring out at her from every corner of the kitchen.
“I heard Lady Volkston talking about the bedding ceremony after it was over. She was there. She was so hot and bothered after watching the two princes she had to go find her husband to give her some relief.” One servant gossips.
“Not likely. That lush of a husband of hers was probably already drunk and passed out. Too drunk to get it up for her.” Says another.
“Well I heard that the two Princes got on really well and that Prince Loki really is a virgin, or was. He cried out in pain.”
“Of course he did. Virgin or not, Prince Thor is hung like a horse!” All the ladies burst out in giggles.
“Well Lady Svetland says Thor was very gentle and that Loki was clearly enjoying himself. She said both of them were very quiet, like they didn’t want to put on a show. But even though they were both holding back, it was still intense. Every witness left the room aroused and ready to fuck.”
“I bet they did. She also said that Lord Whitcomb was whispering some crude comment into Lord Balcham’s ear and Thor stopped what he was doing and glared at them in the darkness. She said his face turned whiter than the sheets. Thor looked murderous. Serves the man right, he shouldn’t have been there. The man is arrogant and disrespectful.”
“Well I hope Prince Loki is just as loving as I heard our Prince Thor was. He deserves to be happy.”
“Do you think the Jotun Prince will love him as much as we do?”
