Love The One You're (NOT) With

Loki met with his mother and a committee of palace servants to begin planning the wedding. He spent hours going over details that he really didn’t care about. For Loki, getting married to Thor is just a formality at this point. Debating which flowers, clothes, place settings, food, invitations, dignitaries to invite, and on and on and on…..ZZZZZZZZZ.

“Loki! Wake up!” Frigga snarled at him. She is still angry about last night. Her mood has not improved at all since breakfast this morning. Loki had nodded off during the discussion about Thor and Loki’s colors and how they’ll be interwoven at the wedding. Loki now understands how Thor feels when he is required to sit down and study….well….anything.

“I apologize mother, forgive me.” Loki sticks out his bottom lip and makes puppy eyes at Frigga. She’s still pissed, but, she can’t help the way her heart melts when Loki makes that stupid face. The wedding is to be held in 6 months. They finish making their selections and the servants scatter to put together the first royal wedding Asgard has seen in several millennia. Loki is about to excuse himself from his mother’s presence when a royal guard arrives.

“His majesty the King has sent me, my Queen to find you and Prince Loki regarding an urgent matter.”

“Where is the King?”

“In your chambers my Queen.”

“Thank You.” Frigga dismisses the man.
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“Word has reached Jotunheim of the survival and betrothal of the first born son of Laufey.” Odin says to his wife and not son. “Laufey has requested an audience with me.”

“How did they find out so quickly? It’s not like they have an all seeing god like Heimdall or the gift of far sight as you have.” Frigga says with her heart full of anxiety.

“Apparently the scandalous nature of yesterday’s events was popular talk between inter-realm travelers. Trade merchants informed King Laufey not an hour ago of Loki’s existence and impending nuptials to Thor.”

“What do you think he wants?” Loki asks with his heart in his throat.

“The Casket of Ancient Winters I’m sure, beyond that, it is hard to know. Heimdall is watching Jotunheim to tell me anything he can.”

“When will Laufey arrive?” Loki asks. He is uncertain about how he feels. His birth father (mother?) had cast him out and left him to die as an infant. If the evil bastard thinks he is going to rekindle some kind of relationship with his long lost son, he has another thing coming.

“I have not yet responded to his request.” Odin says.

“How should we play this?” Frigga asks.

“What if he wants to stop the wedding?” Loki asks full of fear. “He will use the threat of stopping the wedding as leverage to get what he wants.”

“I suspect your right, although whatever claim he might say he has on you is flimsy at best. He abandoned you to die, and if he denies this, and claims I stole you, I could simply declare that you were a spoil of war. Either way his claim on you would be empty.” Odin says darkly. It broke his heart to disown Loki; the impending arrival of Laufey only makes Odin feel more insecure in his relationship with his beloved second son.

“In any case it might be prudent to move up the ceremony to tomorrow. I can start the rumor that Loki is pregnant and that the wedding was moved up to protect his honor as the mother of the next heir.” Says Frigga.

“I agree, once the vows are sworn Laufey will not be able to object or use it as a bargaining chip.” Loki says.

“It is settled. The wedding is tomorrow. It will be a small affair with only Asgard’s nobles and a typical feast. I will invite Laufey for an audience the following day…after consummation has taken place.” Odin gives Loki a weary look. Loki grins sheepishly. The royal couple will have to forego a grand spectacle witnessed by all the nine realms and instead suffer through a small (relatively speaking) intimate ceremony and feast. Oh darn! Loki’s is disappointed. Really.

“You know that at some point we will have to throw a grander public event and invite foreign dignitaries.” Frigga murmurs to Loki.

“Damn.”
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The servants will need a week to recover after their god like efforts to put together a wedding worthy of their Crown Prince. Frigga is going to make it a point to give them a holiday for all the extras they managed to pull together in less than 24 hours. They really care about the royal family. Loki is wearing the same outfit he wore to the betrothal feast with a few extra embellishments to make it special. Thor is dressed in his usual regalia. Things are always so much easier for the groom at these events.

The Great Hall is filled with Asgard’s nobles, courtiers, and the few foreign dignitaries that were either already in realm or able to travel on short notice. Thor and Loki are both wearing their circlets upon their heads. Loki hates that he has to do a bridal procession down the aisle like a woman, but there had been no time to consider ceremonial alternatives. However, at least this time his Jotun appearance isn’t nearly as shocking to the public. Thor is waiting for him by the temple priest and is looking joyful. Loki smiles broadly as he nears him. Loki comes to stand on the dais and Thor takes Loki’s hand in his. The Temple Priest begins the ceremony.

“We gather here today in this sacred gathering…” The temple priest starts. Thor is looking into Loki’s eyes and can’t resist the compulsion to kiss him. He pulls Loki in for a full body embrace and kisses him passionately and romantically.

“Your Majesties. Ahem. Your Majesties. My Princes we have not gotten to that part yet.” Thor and Loki ignore the man, smiling into their kiss. They finish, eventually. The ceremony proceeds and they are pronounced Husband and Prince consort. Thor and Loki face the cheering crowd to smile and wave. They kiss again. Loki feels like a great weight has been lifted. He is Thor’s husband and no one can take that from him now. He is a Prince of Asgard again, officially. They march down the aisle arm in arm to the feasting hall for a night of celebration.
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Sweat beads on Thor’s brow as Loki sucks his cock mercilessly. They are playing a game on their wedding night. They are laying on the bed on their sides in opposite directions, sucking each other. Whoever comes first gets taken first. Loki means to make Thor come first. He hasn’t taken Thor yet and he intends to make Thor his equal in ALL things. Thor’s own suckling motions are faltering, becoming inconsistent. Loki has him, he can feel it. Loki feels like he is suffocating but he doesn’t care. The muscles in Thor’s dick twitch and Thor’s cries are muffled by Loki’s cock when Thor fills Loki’s mouth with his hot come. Loki swallows down what he can, but a copious amount is dripping down his chin. Loki gasps as moments later he finds his own release. Thor and Loki sit up and partake in a messy spit and come fill kiss.

“I won. Now bend over!” Loki commands as he grabs Thor’s hair and pushes the Thunder God’s chest to the mattress. Loki quickly snatches up the oil bottle next to the bed and pours a generous amount on his hand. Thor’s ass is in the air. His entrance is open and exposed to Loki’s hungry gaze. Loki gently plunges two slender fingers into Thor’s ass.

“Ooooh.” Thor moans. Loki bites his lip in anticipation. Loki starts scissoring his fingers, pulling more moans from Thor. Loki then adds a third finger. Loki plays with Thor’s ass, rubbing that little spot inside him here and there. Loki notices that Thor seems to be a little nervous.

“Have you ever been taken before Thor?” Loki asks.

“No Loki. You’ll be the first ever inside me.” Thor confesses.

“I’ll be the only one ever inside of you.” Loki states as he pulls his fingers away and replaces them with his cock. Both intake a breath sharply.

“Thor….you’re so…tight.” Loki pants breathless. “Haah.” Loki gives out a breathy high pitched whine. Loki is stroking slowly, giving Thor time to adjust.

“Loki…please…harder. Harder.” Thor begs. Loki increases his pace. He starts pounding Thor hard as the thunder clouds outside boom. Thor is moaning like a virgin in a whorehouse. The pressure on Loki’s cock is intense. The squeezing sensation that chokes up his dick as he thrusts in, and the caressing sensation as he pulls out feels like a mouth sucking him.

“Ohohohoh Thor…. Thor I want to come inside you my darling.” Loki pants.

“Yes….ah……yessss….Loki.” Loki’s hips slam into Thor’s over and over and over again until….

“AH! THOR!” Loki sees stars and has to grip Thor’s hips to steady himself. When Loki pulls his cock out of Thor, his hole gapes as Loki’s come drips out leaving Thor’s entrance sticky, wet, and white. Thor gets up on his knees and Loki sees that Thor’s cock is still hard and throbbing. Good.

“Bend over.” Thor grins. Loki obliges. Loki’s cock is thoroughly spent, but his womb is eager for stimulation. “On second thought, lay on your back.” Thor says lovingly. Loki rolls over. “Put your legs around me.” Loki hooks his feet behind Thor’s hips as Thor drapes his body over Loki’s for maximum skin to skin contact. “Don’t close your eyes.”

“Okay.” Loki nods. Thor grinds into Loki slowly. “I love you….I love you….” Thor murmurs gently with his eyes full of love. Thor is far off from coming again for which he is grateful. He wants to spend the entire night making love. There are tears in Thor’s eyes and the sight makes Loki cry as well. Their hearts are so full of joy.

“Oh Thor. I want babies.” Loki whispers. “I want to create something that has pieces of me and you together in one.

They touch foreheads as Thor rides Loki gently. Thor’s skin is positively tingling from all the light and delicate touches of Loki’s fingers trailing up and down his biceps and back.

“After I fill your womb with my seed, we are going to sneak out of here. We are going to find the throne and fuck on it.”

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