Love The One You're (NOT) With

Thor shouts for what feels like an eternity, but hears no reply. He must move. Loki isn’t here but the remainder of the Jotunn Army will be in a matter of moments. He cannot afford to get trapped down here. Thor runs back up the way he came, taking out a couple of giants as he goes. He gets back into the throne room only to find himself face to face with the King of Jotunnheim.
“I should’ve killed you in Asgard!” Thor bellows.
“I’m here now, princess!” Laufey eggs him on. Thor charges him in a full frontal assault. Stupid. Laufey backhands Thor’s whole body into an ice pillar. Thor lands hard onto the ground, feeling dazed. His vision blurred, he almost fails to avoid a second blow. Thor whirls away and regains his positioning. Laufey has used his ice magic to form a giant club and is swinging it at him. Thor has something to swing at him as well. Thor grasps the leather tether on the end of Mjolnir’s handle and twirls her until she reaches optimum speed and then hurls it at Laufey’s head. Laufey ducks the oncoming object, but fails to avoid the rebound as Mjolnir turns back to return to Thor’s hand. Laufey is struck in the head from behind and when Laufey falls forward to the ground the hammer embeds itself into the ice, through Laufey’s face. Laufey’s body twitches for several seconds as nerve endings fire for the last time. His skull is a crushed bloody mess. Thor retrieves his hammer quickly as Jotunn warrior gather to look upon their dead king. Thor uses the moment of stunned shock to make a hasty exit through the roof of the palace by making a hole that was not previously there. The Jotunn warriors look at each. Their king is dead and his only heir is a runt that has no love or devotion to his own people, but instead to their enemy. He is married to Prince Thor and The Casket of Ancient Winters can only be wielded by a member of the royal family, which still remains in Asgard. Unless the people of Jotunnheim can find Prince Loki before Prince Thor does, all will be lost. The people will descend into civil war and chaos, and eventually starve to death without The Casket. The throne room breaks out into a riot.
Thor stands on top of the highest turret of the palace and surveys the land in vain hope that he might see Loki. The Jotunns have pulled away from the Bifrost area, leaving an opportunity for escape. Now would be the perfect time to leave. Thor calls the lightening and hopes that Loki sees him.
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Loki walks through the walls of the palace and makes his way down the entrance of a cave. He is shocked when the small corridor opens up into a vast underground city. He is overwhelmed by the beauty of the landscape before him. He had no idea this was here. He doesn’t think anyone has any idea this is here. Loki knows that this is the wrong way to go if he is to be rescued. He should head back towards the surface and the Bifrost sight, but curiosity consumes him. These are his people. Loki doesn’t know how long he was unconscious or how long it may be before Asgard makes its move to rescue him. He decides, for the moment, to explore and learn what he can.
He debates for a moment whether he should remain invisible or cast the illusion of being a normal sized frost giant. He realizes he should probably avoid any and all interact with others and remains as he is. He walks down the main path of the city. The homes in the city are all entirely and exquisitely carved out of ice and glisten like diamonds. But Loki feels a creepy sensation as it dawns on him that he has yet to see a single person in this vast place. Where is everyone? Yes there are undoubtedly many warriors on the surface preparing for the Asgardian invasion, but what of the elderly? What of their children? Loki turns down an alleyway and finally hears voices. He comes upon a small group of three children, three very large children.
They are Loki’s height, but their voices betray their age. Two of them are attacking the third. They are fighting over what appears to be the dead carcass of some large rat like creature. All three of them are incredibly skinny. Their bellies are distended from hunger. The two finish kicking the third and then run off with their prize. The loser lay upon the ground in a crying heap. He won’t survive another day without something to eat.
“Little one, are you alright?” Loki hears a deep voice behind where he is standing and moves before he is accidentally bumped into. The child sniffles to stifle his tears and shakes his head in defeat.
“Here, take my ration.” The giant is clearly very old, hunched over with age. He pulls out what appears to be some sort of biscuits and holds them out for the child.
“But Angreboda, you gave away your rations last week.” The child says as he snatches the food from his hand and chews with his mouth full.
“I am old and not long for this world. Jotunnheim will not survive if you and your generation do not survive. There are not many of us left.”
“Do you think the King will get the Casket back?”
“I do not know little one. Our King may find himself the last survivor of a dead race, ruler of nothing but his guilt. If only he could find it within himself to step down or humble himself before the Allfather for the sake of his people. I have little faith his plan will succeed. Kidnapping Prince Loki for ransom will do nothing but quicken the demise of our race. Then end is probably very soon.” Angreboda says honestly. He will not lie to the child. Starving children are nothing if not perceptive.
Loki bursts into tears and bites his own forearm to stifle his sobs. He has seen enough. He must get back to the Bifrost site immediately. He cannot allow his people to be exterminated for his sake. When he gets back to Asgard he will find a way to convince Odin to bring The Casket back. If he doesn’t, Loki will have no choice but to steal it.
Loki runs back up the way he came. Through the walls and up the dungeon stairs he races until he comes upon a scene of mayhem. Laufey’s dead body is in the middle of a mob. Jotunns are fighting Jotunns for the right to sit upon throne. Being invisible will not be enough to get through this place. Loki can walk through walls but not through other living things. His invisibility will not protect him from some wayward blow meant for another. He must find another way out.
A bright flash of light gets his attention and Loki looks up. Thor is here, on the roof. Loki smiles. He knows what to do. He drops his invisibility and shape shifts himself into a large raven before flying up to meet his brother. Jotunns near him that see him momentarily appear before taking shape and flying away are mesmerized. For a brief moment they see the face of their rightful new king and then a display of his power. Fighting in the room slows to a stop.
Loki lands on the roof next to Thor. “Boo!”
“Loki!” Thor practically mauls his husband in a passionate kiss. Loki shoves him off.
“I think it’s time we made a hasty retreat.”
“Agreed.” Thor wraps his arm around his husband’s waist and takes off for the Bifrost sight. The way is clear as all the giants had left earlier to join in the fight in the throne room. The moment they touchdown, they are engulfed in light. The princes fly through space and stumble down into the gatehouse.
“Welcome home my Princes.” Says Heimdall with a slight hint of a smile. Thor wraps Loki into his embrace once again and they kiss this time, for much much longer. Loki finally breaks them apart.
“I must speak with father. I mean Allfather. I need to tell him what I saw. Thor, I need to go back to Jotunnheim…with The Casket.”
“Loki no! You cannot go back there, they will kill you!”
“They are my people Thor! And they are dying. I saw starving children fighting other starving children for a scrap of road kill. I found their great hidden city and it was empty of almost all life. My people will go extinct if I do not intervene. Please Thor! You must convince Odin to let me help my people! I am their King now. It is my duty. Laufey is dead.”
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Odin sits quietly upon his throne and listens as Loki recounts the things he saw. Laufey had greatly undersold just how much his people were suffering when he said that they were going hungry. He should have asked for an audience with the Allfather years ago. He should have begged and bartered for a new treaty even if it meant stepping down and letting someone else, anyone else rule in his stead. It was his duty to his people, but he only cared about himself and maintaining his own power until the very bitter end. Heimdall had searched for years for the great hidden city without success. It was always known that an ancient magic shielded it from those with far sight like Odin and Heimdall. Loki found the passage underground beneath the dungeons.
Odin looks at his not-son and takes in how much Loki has changed in just a few short weeks. He has grown and matured in a way that makes him proud. He is confident for the first time in his life. He is wise, ever so much more than Thor. He is the King that Jotunnheim needs. When Loki finishes speaking he looks up at Odin and waits in anticipation. Odin stands.
“I have listened to your words and have considered your request, and have decided that I will release The Casket of Ancient Winters into your custody…..King Loki. On the morrow you shall return to Jotunnheim with the army of Asgard behind you. Go now and rest, for tomorrow you will have a nation to rule.”
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“I’m a King! Now suck my cock!” Loki says with mirth and arrogance. Thor rolls his eyes but can’t help but smile at his husband.
“Technically you’re not king yet. You still need to have a coronation.” Thor says as he gets on his knees and starts licking his husband’s hard length.
“A mere…ah….formality. Oooh I love it when you do that.” Loki bites his bottom lip as Thor ravishes his cock.
“How are we…*Suck*….going to *Slurp* makes this work *Suck*.”
“I imagine you and I will have to spend the majority of our time on Jotunnheim for the next…..ah….. several months. Father has already agreed…..fuck….. to send food aid to help the people through the next year. Even with the…..ha-ahhhhh….Casket it will take that long to repair the damage….mmmph....to the growing fields. After a time we will be able to work out a schedule! YES!” Loki moans as his come blasts into Thor’s mouth. Thor smiles wickedly.
They’ve been at this all night. Loki thought his anxiousness all afternoon and evening had been leftovers from the day’s events. By the time they retired to their rooms, Loki realized that what was anxiousness was actually arousal. This is the third time Thor has sucked his cock and they have already made love twice. He’s still hard as a rock. Loki is thankful he only swallowed a little bit of the juice of those berries. He is hard pressed to imagine what state he would be in if he’d swallowed all that was in his mouth.
“Well, do you want me to take you again, or should you try taking me?” Thor asks. Loki looks at Thor and quirks an eyebrow.
“Get on your knees and bow to your King!”

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