The Flower of Jotunnheim

The feasting hall is filled with the noise of triumph. All around him, Thor’s friends are laughing, drinking, mourning, and celebrating the battle that is behind them. Thor sits sullenly staring into his mug of ale. He hasn’t drunk as much as he normally would at events like this. He has a lot to contemplate. Sif, Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg are concerned. Their Prince, their friend is in an unusual mood.
“Thor! My friend, why are you so glum? I know the battle has left you tired and weary, but think of the fun you’ll have tonight with your new Jotunn thrall!” Fandral says unaware of future events.
“You mean my fiancé? My father says I am to wed the wretch not 2 days hence.” Thor pouts as he gulps down the remainder of his drink. His friends are shocked.
“Surely you jest.” Lady Sif says in amazement. One look from Thor, however, tells her he is neither joking nor enamored by the situation.
Odin stands and all in the hall go quiet for their King. He speaks of hardship, he speaks of triumph, and he speaks of peace. He speaks of the Casket and of gold, and lastly of Prince Loki. Lewd whistles, hoots, and hollers are heard throughout the hall at the mention of his name, but the Allfather commands the crowd to quiet down. Thor feels like he is going to vomit. Odin announces Thor’s engagement to Prince Loki, a union that will bring forth an heir with rights to both thrones, ensuring a lasting peace between the two realms.
There is a notable awkward silence before the room bursts into hesitant applause. All eyes turn to Thor with new understanding to the Crowned Prince’s bitter demeanor. The future “queen” of Asgard is going to be a little blue he/she man. The enthusiasm to continue to celebrate is somewhat sapped from the atmosphere after the announcement, and the hall quickly starts to empty. Thor knows the time has come to return to his room, where a certain guest will be waiting for him. He could have the jotunn moved to a different room, but Thor can’t handle any more of his father’s disappointment this evening. Not on a day when he was so victorious in battle and should be feeling happy.
Thor enters his bedchambers to find Loki chained to his bed, naked. His arms pinned above his head to the headboard. After his long luxurious and thorough bath, he’d been escorted to Thor’s chambers by the guards, who saw no need to leave him with any clothing. Thor takes in the view. Loki is devoid of any hair save for the long beautiful mane growing from his head. He is long and lean, skinny by Asgardian standards, but there is not an inch on Loki’s body that isn’t sculpted to perfection. The tribal markings that start on Loki’s forehead curl all the way down to his groin and then down his left leg. His cock is a darker shade of blue and is large even while flaccid. His face is beautiful….for a monster.
Loki looks quickly at Thor before looking back to the ceiling. He knows what is coming. He has spent who knows how many hours chained to this bed. He hasn’t eaten all day and he is completely at Thor’s mercy. He’d managed to maintain a kind of numbness while waiting. He even got bored for a time. But now his heart is in his throat and it is taking all of his resolve not to tremble visibly in Thor’s presence. Thor walks past the bed and starts to undress. When he is naked he doesn’t go to the bed, but goes into the bathroom. Loki lets out a sob when he hears the shower water turn on. A small reprieve before the pain begins.
When Thor exits the bathroom he has on a pair of pajama bottoms. He grabs a fur from off the back of the lounge chair and throws it over Loki’s crotch before plopping down on the other side of the bed and turning his back to Loki. The massive warrior is snoring in a matter of minutes. Loki stares at Thor’s back for a long time. Is Thor really too exhausted to rape him? A long time passes before Loki allows himself to fall into an uneasy sleep. In the morning he will undoubtedly wake to something unpleasant.
It is morning when Frigga enters her only son’s bedchambers. Loki is still chained to the bed naked, save for the fur. Thor had gotten up earlier than is usual for him to see to his duties. No doubt his prisoner has not yet been fed. Frigga takes the key to Loki’s chains from off the desk and frees the poor man. Loki’s arms drop down. They are useless for several minutes due to the lack of blood flow and ache badly. His stomach is also growling profusely.
“I am Queen Frigga, Wife of Odin and Mother of Thor. I am here to speak with you about your future here in our kingdom.” Frigga smiles softly in an effort to gain Loki’s trust.
Loki looks at Frigga for a long time. He isn’t sure what to make of her. Why would the Queen bother explaining to him the role of a sex slave? She seems nice, which makes Loki feel even more unsettled.
“Thank you for releasing me from the chains.” Loki says quietly.
“Come tomorrow you will be freed of the cuffs that bind your magic as well, after the wedding ceremony.” Frigga says in an even tone. She makes sure to make eye contact with Loki while saying this so that he knows she is serious.
“And who am I to marry?” Loki asks with trepidation in his gut.
“My son, Thor. I see he was not very considerate of you last night or this morning. You must be famished. I have brought some clothing and food for you. Go into the bathroom to dress and when you come out, you and I will have a chat over breakfast.” Again Frigga smiles warmly. A servant that was behind her hands Loki some clothing that is not his own.
He goes into the bathroom grateful to finally have a chance to relieve himself. When he unwraps the bundle of clothing he finds his golden arm bracers hidden inside. Loki bursts into tears. He had not expected kindness in this place. After several minutes Loki manages to calm himself. He then dresses and looks into the mirror. The clothing is of the Asgardian style, conservative, but Loki notes some personal details that were surely Frigga’s doing. The tunic is green with gold accents and fits him perfectly. The black leather pants make him look taller and more menacing than he actually is. For the first time since coming to Asgard, Loki feels comfortable in his own skin.
He exits the bathroom and is immediately hit by a wall of wonderful smells. Breakfast has arrived. Frigga does not try to engage the prince in conversation the first several minutes of the meal. She knows he must be starved, and lets him eat. When he finally starts to show signs of slowing down, Frigga begins to tell Loki of what is planned for him.
“It is my husband’s decree that you marry my son and birth a legitimate heir with claims to the thrones of both realms. I was sent here to ask you your consent on this matter, but you and I both know what would happen to you if you refuse to marry my son.”
“Then I am to be the future queen of Asgard?”
“Yes.”
“And what makes you think you can trust me? What reason would you give me not to betray Thor at the first opportunity?”
Frigga smiles at this, Loki is nothing if not perceptive. “That is part of the reason I am here, to size you up, as it were. You are intelligent Loki. Your reputation precedes you. I imagine you have had to be cunning for many reasons in Jotunnheim, survival being the primary reason. I also heard tell that you are a powerful sorcerer, a brilliant tactician, and are wise beyond your years. You would compliment my son well. But let us not play games, you and I both know you have nowhere else to go. Your father Laufey has been trying to get you killed or otherwise removed from the line of succession for years. You can’t go back. All you can do now is try to build a life for yourself in Asgard. You, my prince, must look forward.”
Loki nods at these words. He appreciates Frigga’s honesty and candor. “Might I ask, how does Thor feel about this arrangement?”
“Thor hates Jotunns, all Jotunns. You will have your work cut out for you, trying to get my son to see you as a person worthy of his love and affection. And you will want his love and affection. You will need Thor as an ally in this place if you want to receive any measure of respect or consideration from the people of Asgard. In fact, it would be prudent for you to wage a public relations campaign with the people to gain their trust. You will be their queen, when I am gone. Right now your safety is a concern. There are many that would see you dead before you can bare Thor a half-Jotunn heir. For a time, you will be escorted by guards everywhere you go.”
Loki takes in this information. “How would you recommend I gain the love of the people?”
“Become Asgardian in all things. You being a sorcerer is a great help. I recommend that you change your appearance at the first opportunity.”
“You mean my skin color.” Loki says. Though he appreciates her bluntness, he is still offended. How could he not be?
“Yes. You will be living here the rest of your life, and your life will be much easier if everyone isn’t constantly reminded that you are of another species.”
“Agreed.” Loki says bitterly. “What else?”
“Since you will be the future ‘queen’ I recommended you spend your days with me learning the duties I perform. You will also accompany me to various social functions, such as my weekly sewing circle. I don’t really expect you to learn how to sew; it is the politics of the women that attend my group which I want you to learn. In fact you will find that every mundane thing that I do, from tea time, to luncheons, to balls, all are for the sake of keeping up with the politics of the people of my kingdom.”
“Won’t it be awkward having a man at a women’s sewing circle?” Loki as sardonically.
“Oh Loki, you being of the two sexes, that should not matter. You will be pregnant before long. The women will have no difficulty accepting you in this way. Though your build is masculine, many of your features are of a feminine beauty. I think the problem you will have to face is jealousy.”
Loki knows Frigga is buttering him up, but he lets her. She has been so sincere thus far, and he can tell she is making an effort at friendship. As she said, he needs allies in this place. Loki and Frigga finish breakfast and move on to the wedding preparation. The palace seamstress comes and makes for him his wedding garments. Despite Frigga’s recommendation of ‘becoming Asgardian’ for the ceremony his attire will reflect his jotunn heritage. The change in his appearance will come after. The Queen spends almost the entire day with Loki in Thor’s chambers. Frigga talks about everything from the weather patterns, to the apple harvest, alliances and treaties with other realms, and on and on…
Loki sucks up the information like a sponge. As the day progresses the topic of conversation turns to Thor. Loki needs to know everything there is about his future husband.
“You will not sleep in here with Thor tonight. I am going to have you moved to a guest room. It should have been done last night but with all of the wounded from battle that needed tending to, I simply forgot. I am grateful that my son did not harm you in any way. I awoke this morning with a sense of dread, fearing that he abused you.”
“No, neglect and avoidance seems to be his style.”
“My son had planned a far more heinous evening for you until my husband told him of the betrothal. I think on some level my son knew it would be unwise to rape and beat you right before marrying you. He always imagined himself marrying some young ample breasted maiden, I’m sure. Thor loves women, and would never raise his hand to one.”
“Is it your recommendation that I ‘womanize’ myself?”
Frigga chuckles. “Perhaps.”
“Queen Frigga, I do believe you are trying to help me seduce your son!” Loki says with feigned shock.

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