Love The One You're (NOT) With

Thor and Loki duck behind a column as two palace guards make their rounds past the throne room. It will be dawn soon. The entire palace is quiet. The last of the partiers have finally collapsed in a drunken coma. The guards turn the corner and they are alone. They both opted to put on only their bathing robes. They scurry to the throne like mice and quickly disrobe. They planned in advance and know what they want to do. Loki sits down first. Thor gets on his knees between Loki’s and proceeds to suck him.

“Ah.” Loki gasps.

“Shh.” Thor grins. Loki’s lip trembles as he bites down hard on it, trying to stifle his moans. It is a difficult thing to do. Damn he is good. Loki’s eyes glaze over as he looks out on the throne room from his new lofty perch. This may be the single most thrilling moment of Loki’s life. He is sitting on the throne of Asgard while the Crowned Prince’s head bobs up and down between his legs. The power he feels is overwhelming. The sound of slurping sucking sounds echo softly in the dark. If only he had an audience to witness this. They’d probably sit in the dungeons for a week, but it would be worth it. Loki’s fingernails dig into the arms of the throne as he comes into Thor’s mouth. His lip is bleeding from biting so hard. Loki pants for a moment before Thor lifts him up to switch places.

Thor sits on the throne and Loki turns to sit in his lap, back to chest. Loki is completely exposed. If anyone walked in and saw them now, they would get a full view of Loki’s naked body being impaled by Thor’s cock. Thor grabs Loki’s hips and they start humping violently. Thor is trying not to growl but a muffled one escapes his lips every now and again. Loki is panting heavily. Loki is looking out on the throne room again as the sensation of being taken by a giant meaty cock makes him feel full and stretched. It is odd, in one moment Loki feels this surge of power, of wanting to dominate and show his power. Now he wants Thor to pull his hair as he pounds him and make Loki call him “master”.

Loki notices something off in the distance. His Jotun eyes are much better suited to seeing in the dark than the Aesir. Thor probably doesn’t see them, but Loki does. The two patrol guards are at the end of the hall. They aren’t moving or making a sound, but their body language suggests they are shocked and unsure of what to do. Loki knows from living in the palace his whole life that these two guards are the only ones on duty right now. Shift change is not for another hour. After the feast last night all others are passed out in an alcohol induced stupor. The only people that would hear Thor and Loki fucking are the two guards on patrol. And they are looking at them right now. Loki realizes there is no point in keeping quiet anymore and curls his mouth into and evil grin.

“OH THOR! Harder! Yes! Fuck me just like that!” Loki moans as his movements become more exaggerated. He’s staring right at the guards like a predator to let them know that he knows they are there watching them fuck.

“Shhh! Loki we’ll be caught!” Thor murmurs as he thrusts.

“MMMM… I can’t wait for you to suck my cock.”

“I already did.”

“MMMMM, yes and to take you again. I love how tight your ass feels.”

“Ah Loki!”

“You like fucking my sweet tight ass don’t you.”

“YES! AH LOKI!” Thor shouts as he comes inside Loki. The sound vibrates throughout the hall, and Thor worries that someone might have heard him.

“We should go before someone sees us.” Thor says.

“Yes we should.” Loki gets up and the squelching sound of Thor’s cock pulling out of Loki’s ass echoes softly. Loki bends over to retrieve his robe, giving the guards a full view of the come that is dripping down the inside of his leg. Loki looks over his shoulder at them. Thor puts his robe on. The couple takes a side hallway back to their quarters to finally, at last, fall asleep.

“What should we do?” Says the first guard.

“I didn’t see a thing. Not a damn thing!” Says the second guard.

“I need to rut something.” Says the first guard. The second guard looks at him side long. He got
turned on by that? He looks down at his own pants and realizes his friend is not alone.

“The royal livestock pen is nearby. There are some pretty sheep in there.” The second guard jibes.

“You would know.” The two men walk in silence with big boners the rest of their shift.
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Odin looks down at the indentations in the arm hold of his throne. He inspects the marks as he sits there and realizes they are fingernail marks. ‘When did I leave these?’ Odin wonders to himself. Laufey has arrived at the Bifrost gate and is making his way to the palace now. Odin is deep in thought as to how the next hour is going to play out when he is pulled from his musings by the sounds of his son’s snickering. Odin looks up at them and glares.

“Is something funny?” Odin booms.

“No father, No Allfather.” The boys echo. Loki looks down at his shoes and tries to hide his smirk. Thor looks amused as well.

“Compose yourselves and focus! Laufey will be here any moment and now is not the time for jokes!”

The great double doors of the throne room swing open and the King of Jotunheim is ushered in by a dozen of Asgard’s warriors. Loki’s mind freezes as he looks upon his father (mother?) for the first time. This is the man that had tossed him aside and left him to die. Everything about the man is cold, and not just his temperature. His expression is icy, his gaze sends chills down the spine, and his lips are frozen in an evil grin. Loki has seen that grin before, while looking in the mirror.

“Allfather.”

“King Laufey.”

“State your business here.”

“I have been informed that my first born has survived and is to be married to your son. Is this not so?” Laufey turns his head to look Loki up and down, surveying him. Loki pokes his chin out in a haughty manner and narrows his eyes at the giant.

“Aye. Only the wedding has already taken place. They are married. The union was consummated last night.”

“The sole heir to the throne of Jotunheim was wed and I was not present to witness? That is a grave insult Allfather.” Odin means to speak but Loki interrupts.

“What is an insult- is your presence here! You have no right to any claim on me.” Loki hisses.

“In point of fact I do boy, for you will inherit my throne when I die.”

“You have two other heirs, King Laufey.” Odin interjects.

“My other heirs are long dead. Your gatekeeper is losing his touch.” Laufey quips. Heimdall had
mentioned that he had not seen any sign of Laufey’s other heirs. They had assumed that they were hiding somewhere, perhaps to lead a strike against Asgard. Now Odin knows that is because they are dead.

“I fail to see how that is our concern. Even if Loki were to return to Jotunheim to assume the throne, your people would kill him on sight for being a runt. They will never accept him as their sovereign.”

“Things are much changed on Jotunheim since you took the Casket from us Allfather. I do not have many years left in me, nor am I fertile as I once was. I can no longer sire nor bare children. Jotunheim remains in ruins, and my people go hungry. My people are ready to bow to anyone wielding the Casket of Ancient Winters, including a runt. When I die, Jotunheim will descend into Civil War and my people will face extinction by its own hands-UNLESS-He intervenes!” Laufey points at Loki accusingly.

“Tell me boy are you prepared to be responsible for the death of your of own race?”

“Your problems are not my concern! I neither want nor need your throne! My place is here by my husband!”

“Ah yes! Your brother! It would be rather scandalous if the other realms learned that you turned down the throne of Jotunheim. After all, the purpose behind your marriage to him was supposedly a political one. A move to unite the realms of Asgard and Jotunheim by bearing an heir with rights to both thrones. How would it look if you abdicated your rights now? People would think it all a ruse to avoid accusations of incest!”

“Enough!” Odin booms. “Tell us Laufey what exactly it is you want.”

“The Casket of Ancient Winters for a start. But I know you are not fool enough to part with it, not without assurances. Which is why I have come to claim the rights to my son.”

“You have no rights to him, you left him to die!” Thor bellows.

“Neither do you! Or have you forgotten that you have disowned him?”

“He is married to Thor. His place is here at his side as Prince Consort and future King Consort. He cannot sit on the throne of Jotunheim and Asgard at the same time.” Odin says.

“Then his duties must pass to the next heir in line to the throne, his first born child!” Laufey proclaims.

“If the Jotun people will not accept a runt as their ruler, they will most certainly not accept an Aesir halfbreed. Not unless Asgard forced such an heir upon them.”

“You will never take my son!” Thor shouts.

“I was not talking about any child sired by you Thor!” Laufey states. Odin realizes what Laufey wants. He wants to take Loki to Jotunheim and use him to sire an heir with another Frost Giant.

“Loki and Thor are already married. I cannot command Loki to break his marriage vows.”

Laufey stares quietly at Odin as if to consider his next words, but Loki notices his body tensing up-too late! Laufey swings his mighty right arm and sweeps the guards in front on him out of his path like rag dolls. He takes one mighty step to close the distance between him and Loki. He reaches and out, grabs Loki, and then disappears.

“NOOOOOOOO!” Thor cries.

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