The Flower of Jotunnheim

Loki opens his eyes and looks up at the sliver of sunlight streaking across the ceiling. It is just past dawn. He is hot but he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t want this moment to ever end. Loki is curled up inside the crook of Thor’s body, his head on Thor’s chest, legs entangled, his long hair scattered everywhere. Thor’s strong large hand is holding the hand that Loki has splayed across Thor’s belly. They’d stayed up late last night, talking. Just talking. This is by far the most intimate moment the couple has had yet. It has been a little over a month since Loki’s ultimatum, and true to his word, they have not had sex since then.
Loki has made sure that Thor remained faithful. Aside from spying on him, he has also out maneuvered several would-be mistresses at court. Thanks in no small part to Frigga’s expert tutelage in political espionage, and a few shape shifting and listening spells Loki has mastered. Those home wrecking bitches are now on the sidelines of polite society, sent into social exile after a series of coincidental public ‘incidents’ where shameful details of certain courtiers private lives were accidentally brought to light. Loki made sure the remaining females at court knew damn well he was behind it all. None of them would dare fuck with him now. (Or fuck Thor for that matter.)
Thor spent the first several days going on quests and bringing home favors and trinkets to Loki to earn his love. It took the stupid oaf forever to realize all he needed to do was engage Loki in simple conversation. Though it was disgusting beyond compare, Loki still loves the bilgesnipe incident. It is, so far to date, his favorite moment of his marriage.
Loki smiles a wicked smile, then frowns when he realizes he has to pee. He worms his way out of Thor’s grasp and stealthily runs to the latrine. He decides, since he is here, to hop into the shower. Loki is half hard from his morning glory as he starts to suds himself up. He is almost done showering when a familiar pair of cobalt blue eyes leers at him through the glass.
“Ah!” Loki screams. “Don’t do that!” Thor chuckles and steps into the shower with Loki without invitation. “What are you doing?” Loki asks annoyed.
Thor smiles like the Cheshire Cat before bending down on one knee and taking Loki’s cock in hand.
“Stop that! We are not having sex! I mean it Thor!”
“No WE are not. I am going to pleasure you, and only pleasure you. I will take care of myself.” Thor says deviously. Before Loki can say another word of protest Thor takes Loki’s cock into his mouth.
“Ah, oh…, ah!” Loki whines as he braces his body against the shower wall. Thor relaxes his throat and takes Loki as deep into his throat as he can. He knows Loki will like this because he liked it when the clone Thor did it to him. Thor sucks him hard, fast and deep. Pausing at times to tease the head with his tongue. Thor strokes Loki’s shaft with one hand while fingering Loki’s clit with the other. Loki looks down with disbelief in his eyes as Thor’s head bobs back and forth between his legs. Loki feels a familiar curling in his abdomen and knows he is about to come.
“Thor, Thor…I’m going to… I’m going to…” Loki tries to pull away but Thor just takes his length in deeper. “Ahhhh!” Loki cries out. Thor continues suckling until Loki is completely milked dry.
“I’m not done with you yet. Drape both of your legs over my shoulders and brace your back against the wall.” Thor says, still on his knees. Loki does as he commands. Thor proceeds to suck Loki’s clit with the same punishing determination and reverence that he showed to Loki’s cock. Loki is breathing heavily and moaning loudly as Thor’s tongue explores his insides. Thor’s hands are cupping his ass and one of Thor’s digits finds its way inside his other hole. Loki bucks at the sensation and Thor takes notice. Thor continues to eat Loki’s pussy as Thor buries ones of his fingers past the second knuckle into Loki’s ass. Loki gasps.
“Thor…please…ah…Thor…Thor…” The pleasure is so intense it is almost painful. Loki’s whole body is trembling. Thor is too. Thor is about to come and he hasn’t even touched himself. Thor’s finger brushes against a bundle of nerves near Loki’s prostate and Loki screams. He writhes violently and pushes down on Thor’s finger in search of deeper penetration. Thor strokes that spot over and over again until Loki’s cunt clamps down on Thor’s tongue. Loki’s desire floods Thor’s mouth and Thor comes all over the shower wall. Both have legs of jello as they both return to standing positions.
“I want you to spend the rest of the day today imagining my big meaty cock inside your ass. I want you to imagine me pulling on your long mane of beautiful hair as I ride you like a stallion. I want you to imagine yourself sitting on the throne as my head bobs up and down in your lap while all the females in court watch me worship your cock. I am yours Loki. Only yours.”
Son of bitch! Loki is in for a long, long day.
It is evening before Thor and Loki see each other again at dinner time in the feasting hall. Both men leer at each other in what they think is a discreet manner. However, it is plain to anyone that is paying attention that the two plan to fuck each other’s brains out the moment the meal is over. Loki is laughing with Frigga about something when he feels a sneeze coming on.
“Ah…ah…ah-choo!”
Every torch in the hall flares about 4 feet causing some of the tapestries to catch fire. People start to scream in fear, but Loki acts fast, calling on his Jotunn heritage to put the fires out. The feasting hall is temporarily chilly and dark until Loki relights all the torches with his magic.
“That was strange.” Loki says out loud.
“What was that?” Frigga asks.
“I’m not entirely sure. I just…I just…. Ah-CHOO!”
A blanket of red rose petals explodes in a ten foot radius around Loki, covering everyone and everything. Loki sniffles.
“Loki my dear, are you alright?” Frigga asks mildly concerned.
“I’m not sure. I feel fine. I’ve never had anything like this ha….ah…ah-choo!”
Squirrels? Are those squirrels? Squirrels! All the red rose petals are now squirrels and they are stampeding through the feasting hall. All the ladies of the court scream and scatter. The men all try to club them with their swords. The whole scene is pandemonium. Loki is embarrassed.
What is wrong with me?
“My dear, I think we should take you to see the healers.” Frigga says. Loki nods in agreement.
Loki holds his nose on the long march down the hall in an attempt to stifle any further sneezes. Loki doesn’t like the healing hall. His first memory of this place is not a fond one. He sees Lady Eir and remembers how she examined him. She hadn’t seemed very menacing at the time, but then Loki had anticipated being gang raped that evening.
“Lay down Prince Loki while I examine you.” She says very clinically. Loki gives her the eye before complying. The air above him shimmers as the soul forge comes to life. Lady Eir does her work and after a couple of minutes she has a diagnosis.
“Congratulations, Prince Loki, you are with child.”
“He’s pregnant!” Thor booms. “Wait, how did you get that from magical sneezing?”
“I’m Jotunn, Thor.” Loki says impatiently. Thor looks at him like a deer stuck in headlights, and Loki rolls his eyes.
“Aesir get nausea, Jotunns get sneezes. It’s caused by the swelling of my mucus membranes, to prepare my body for the pregnancy. It affects my sinus cavities the most since it is such a small space and the swelling is extensive, hence, I sneeze.”
“But what about the squirrels?” Thor insists.
“Pregnancy and sorcery do not agree with each other. Different life forces are fighting for dominance within my body. I will have difficulty controlling my spells for a while.”
“We must announce this blessing at once!” Frigga cries. The woman is practically giddy with joy at the news that she will finally become a grandmother.
“It is late mother. It will have to wait until morning.” Thor says cheerfully.
Thor escorts Loki back to their rooms. Thor is happy, but Loki appears to be in a somber mood. When Loki sits on the bed his back is to Thor, and Thor can’t help but feel he did something wrong.
“What is the matter, Loki.” Thor says sweetly.
Loki bristles. “How can you be the father of this child, the father of a Jotunn when you know nothing about our anatomy, our culture, or our history?” Loki yells in frustration.
A pang of guilt floods Thor’s chest. Loki is right. He has much to learn, but Thor does not brow beat himself about this. He has made big strides in his beliefs, perceptions, and opinions about Jotunns in a very short time. He feels he deserves a little credit.
Thor kneels down before Loki in front of the bed. “You are right, Loki. There is much about you and your people that I do not know, and what little I do know, that hasn’t been twisted by exaggerations and innuendo, I learned from you. You are the first person to teach me hard facts about the Jotunn people, beyond what is practical knowledge for battle. I blame myself. It is not as though my father did not try to teach me about the peoples of other realms. I never read the books he insisted that I read, nor tried to learn anything beyond the frightening stories I heard as a child. I was content in my ignorance to hate anyone who looks like you. I do not deserve you.”
“Will you love this child Thor? I must know. I will not have my child be raised by a father who hates him, just as I was. I want my child to only know love and affection.”
“It is our child, and yes I will love it, just as surely as I love you.”
“Oh Thor…” Tears are streaming down Loki’s face as he bends down to kiss his husband passionately.
“Make love to me.” Loki whispers.
Thor cups Loki’s face and brings him in for another kiss. They breathe into each other as they undress each other in slow yet eager movements. They continue stripping each other as they lay upon the bed. They kiss deeply, and gently, and then impatiently. They finally get each other’s clothes off and Loki starts kissing the expanse of Thor’s mighty chest. They are kneeling in front of each other and Thor runs his hands through Loki’s hair. Their fingertips leave fluttery touches on each other’s skin. Like little sparks of electricity, each gentle sincere touch shoots energy up their spines. They explore each other’s bodies with their hands.
Thor lays Loki down gently on the bed as they assume the missionary position. Thor looks deeply into Loki’s eyes as he grinds into his body slowly. Their fingers interlace and their foreheads touch. Thor continues to slowly grind into Loki, pulling out every tender emotion between them. Loki is crying again.
“Shhh, my love. I know. I know.” Thor whispers.

Notes

I feel like this is kind of the end, though I think a short epilogue is in order.