Love The One You're (NOT) With

“Have you finished your examination of him?” Laufey asks the healer. Magic users are rare in Jotunheim. Laufey is paying the man a great deal of coin to be here.
“Aye my King. He is with child as the rumors reported. He is already carrying Thor’s heir.”
“Which means Loki will have to sire and not bare me an heir.”
“I’m afraid so my King.” The healer says. Laufey sneers. Impregnating Loki would have been easier and would assure Laufey that the child created was in fact Loki’s child and Laufey’s grandchild. Making Loki sire an heir creates all kinds of problems. For one, Loki’s prick is too small to bring any kind of pleasure. Pleasure is important for conception in Frost Giants. Even forced stimulation is still stimulation, but a small prick offers little stimulation at all. The other issue is paternity. Even after drugging Loki to the point where he’d willingly fuck a stinking bilgesnipe, Laufey would have to worry whether the child being carried really was fathered by Loki. Many Frost Giants would line up for the opportunity to be the dam of the next King. Tribal lines help deter false claims but they are no guarantee. They change slightly with each new generation, taking on aspects of both parents. Then there is the issue of Loki’s small stature. While it might be faster and more productive to have Loki impregnate several Jotuns, there is no telling how many of them will take on that trait. In fact all of Loki’s children may turn out to be runts. Laufey hopes that at least one will be of normal size.
“Give him the dragonflower berries and go among my loyal soldiers and pick out 5 of the healthiest for breeding. Let them know there will be a substantial reward to he that bares the next King of Jotunheim. Then send the rest of the soldiers to the Bifrost site. No doubt Thor and the Army of Asgard will be arriving soon to retrieve Loki.”
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“You cannot take the whole Army Thor!” Odin shouts.
“We must! The longer we argue this the more danger Loki is in!”
“Laufey took Loki home to the land of his birth. Technically what he did was not illegal. I disowned him, and the recent marriage was not witnessed by Laufey and it is well within his rights to question its legitimacy. If we invade Jotunheim the other realms could view us as the transgressors, not him.”
“I don’t care what the other realms think! And they would know damn well Laufey didn’t take Loki out of ‘concern for his honor’. This is ridiculous! I’m going to get him. Whether I go alone or with an army I care not!”
“In this case it is best if you go alone. Your friends would slow you down. When the Bifrost opens on Jotunheim their army will be waiting for you. Do not engage them. Use Mlojnir to fly over the crowd to the castle before you fight your way to Loki’s location. Extracting the both of you will be the hardest part. The army will most likely still be at the Bifrost sight when you return, blocking your way home. You will have to fight them to get a clear path back to Asgard.”
“Agreed.” Thor turns on his heel and flies up into the air to meet Heimdall the gatekeeper. He lands within seconds at the gatehouse.
“You do not have much time. They are preparing Loki for breeding.” Heimdall says.
“Where is he?” Thor asks.
“In the dungeons, the lowest level. You will have to go through the main entrance and turn left at the throne to the side hallway there. Once there you must take the stairs to your immediate left and follow them all the way down. Beware the sorcerer and remember the lessons Loki taught you during sparring practice about seeing through illusions. You will need those skills today.” Heimdall finishes.
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Loki awakens with a pounding in his head. It takes a moment for his vision to clear. He looks around and sees he is in a small cell. As he moves to sit up he notices something around his neck. It is a collar. His hands and feet are not bound surprisingly. What is the collar for? Loki tries to call upon his magic and hits a wall. Panic envelopes Loki. He tries again, and fails. He tries again, and fails. He tries again, and…..something breaks through. Loki’s panic ebbs just a bit as he starts using his magic to feel the collar out, picking apart its limitations and boundaries. The collar is poorly constructed by a subpar sorcerer. Loki smiles. He’ll have this thing broken apart in just a few minutes. The next person that comes into his cell is in for a nasty surprise.
Loki sits there for a moment with his eyes closed concentrating as he works his way around the collar segment by segment undoing the bindings. Loki thinks about how he got here. Evaporating from one realm to another requires a great deal of power and skill. The sorcerer that made this collar possesses neither. Laufey must have used a rune stone then. Rune stones are exceeding rare and expensive. In fact, the one realm where they can be found in small abundance is…Jotunheim. The sudden surge of magical power must have knocked Loki out during the trip.
Loki feels another sudden wave of panic as footsteps echo down the hall towards his cell. He is almost done destroying the collar’s barriers, he just needs a couple more minutes. The large tall door to the cell swings open and in walks a frost giant with a disgusting smirk on his face.
“I hope you slept well, you’ll need your strength for the next several hours.” The sorcerer drools. He is twice Loki’s height.
“And why is that?” Loki asks, knowing full well why Laufey brought him to this place. He’s stalling. Just a few more knottings on the collar’s magic….
“You, my pathetic princely runt, currently possess the most desirable prick in all of Jotunheim.”
“And what is so desirable about my tiny runt prick?” Loki bates the man. The longer the giant stands there insulting him, the more time Loki has to break free.
“You are going to be the star participant in a breeding orgy, where the winner ultimately gets to birth the next King of Jotunheim, which you will sire.”
“I have no desire to fuck any of you people.” Loki quips. Almost there…..
“You will, once I shove these down your gullet!” The man pulls out the dragonflower berries and advances on Loki.
Loki tries to fight him off physically, but the frost giant is just too big and strong. The sorcerer picks him up with one hand and shoves Loki’s body against the back wall. He pries open Loki’s mouth and shoves the berries in. He’s forcing Loki to swallow them down when he sees green sparks of light flicker up from Loki’s fingers.
His skin is on fire! The sorcerer screams in agony. The sorcerer tries to call forth magic of his own but to no avail. Loki has more power, finesse, and skill than he’ll ever hope to have. He collapses onto the floor of the cell in a giant burnt out crispy heap. Loki spits out the berries. He swallowed down a little bit of the juice. Hopefully not enough to cause problems.
Thor lands hard onto the Jotunheim landscape and is immediately encircled by Jotuns. He flies up into the sky before any of them can land a blow. He touches down at the front entrance of the castle and starts plowing through Jotun soldiers like they are store front mannequins. He charges through, following the directions Heimdall gave him. The stairs are littered with dead and unconscious Jotuns. Thor fights the guards protecting the cell where Loki must be. The others all appear to be empty, their doors left ajar. He smashes their heads in and rips the door off the hinges of the one cell that is locked.
On the floor lay a dead burned up Frost Giant. Loki is gone.

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