An Unplanned Life 2.0

The meal gets delivered and Thor and Loki both dig in. Loki wonders if Laufey is still in Asgard or if he has already high tailed it back to Jotunnheim without saying goodbye. The blood sheet is probably on display now too. Loki is glad to be shut away at the moment with only Thor for company. He can’t handle anymore humiliation or rejection. The last few days have been hard.

“Tell me about yourself Loki, I know almost nothing about you.” Thor says around a big mouth full of food and a big grin on his face.

Loki proceeds to tell Thor the details of his life. Some of them shock Thor. It seems Loki has been deprived of love for nearly his whole life and is even lucky to be alive. Tenderness is a new experience for Loki. Everybody he’s ever known has wanted him dead, except for his dam, who died when he was young. Damn. Thor looks and Loki and vows to himself to love the shit out of this man. Loki fills Thor in on the plot to kill his brothers before they killed him. It doesn’t matter if he tells anyone now. All of the plans of his former life mean nothing. Thor realizes trust is going to be an issue with Loki. He’s like a feral cat, skittish from being abused for so long.

Loki brings up the part about the weapons vault and Thor stops chewing. “…I had no idea your coronation was taking place at the time. The timing was…perfect, really.” Loki stops and looks at Thor to gage his response. For a brief moment Thor feels anger. It is Loki’s fault he is not King right now. But the anger dissipates as Thor thinks of what he has gained; besides all this did was delay things for a while. If Thor hadn’t reacted so brashly he would be King now, and he would never have met Loki. Praise the Norns for his foolishness. Thor smiles at Loki and pulls him in for kiss. It is a quick reassuring peck on the lips as his cheeks are stuffed chipmunk style with food.

“Enough about me, tell me about you.” Loki says. Loki listens intently as Thor describes his life, his childhood, and his adventures. Loki feels a well of envy inside as Thor describes how loving his parents are and how great his friends are and just how EVERYTHING in his life is just so damn great. Loki looks Thor over assessing him. He’s such an open guy. Honest to a fault really. He’s very trusting too. It will be so easy for Loki to deceive the naïve man and then do him in. Loki can still feel the itch, the fire just beneath the surface. They haven’t succeeded in conceiving yet and his heat is still on. “Thor. Are we expected to make an appearance at all today?”

“No. No one expects to see us for several days in fact. And even then we will be doing things to bring us closer together. You and I are expected to spend as much time alone with each other as possible.” Thor says feeling a bit exposed. He hopes Loki feels for him in the way that Thor is starting to feel for Loki.

“Ah. So I take it my father is already back in Jotunnheim with the Casket. So much for goodbyes.” Loki says offhanded. He tries to mask it, but Thor can see he is wounded. Laufey really didn’t give two shits about Loki. Loki swallows down his breakfast hard as he tries to suppress his tears.

“Come here.” Thor says quietly. Loki looks at Thor then. A lost and hurt expression is etched on his face. Loki doesn’t know what is wrong with him. A life time of putting on a brave face and hiding his emotions is failing him now. He feels like a raw exposed nerve. Thor is so gentle and comforting.

Thor pulls Loki into his lap and kisses him deeply. Their fingers entwine and Thor stands, carrying Loki to the bed. Thor strips off the pajamas Loki had put on earlier and settles his body between his legs. Loki’s heart skips in anticipation that Thor is about to give him another blowjob when Thor plunges his fingers into his cunt. Shock sets in when they are followed by Thor’s tongue. Loki gasps. It is so intimate and dirty and wonderful. Thor then reaches up and takes Loki’s cock in hand, stroking him as his tongue strokes his clit.

“Thor please….” Loki begs as Thor teases him. Thor is being slow in his movements, building Loki up but not giving him release.

Thor slinks up Loki’s body and positions himself. He glides into Loki’s pussy smoothly and Loki mewls in pleasure. “What other wonderful things would you have me do to your body my darling?” Thor whispers into Loki’s ear.

“Mount me on the throne!” Loki says as Thor sets a steady pace. Loki is enjoying talking dirty and Thor loves hearing all the sexy things that come from his mouth.

“I thought you didn’t like the audience.” Thor muses.

“It’s funny; it didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. If I were more experienced I might have even enjoyed it.” Loki purrs.

“And you would ride me as I sit upon the throne?” Thor grins a devilish smile.

“I would kneel between your legs and worship your cock in front of the entire kingdom. My head bobbing up and down as you run a council meeting….” Loki hisses into Thor’s ear as Thor’s thrusts become hard, fast, and powerful.

Loki’s dirty words are making Thor imagine the very scenario in his mind and it makes his cock even harder for his husband. The thought of Loki’s lips wrapped around him makes him come.

“Yes, Thor! Fill me….fill me…” Loki strokes Thor’s golden hair. They lay there utterly spent.
The next two days go this way. Loki gives himself permission to enjoy the pleasure Thor is bestowing upon him. It is glorious to be so satisfied after so many years of being denied and suffering. By the time they emerge from their bridal suite, Loki is with child, and the bells ring throughout the kingdom at the news. Loki stands on the balcony and looks out upon the city of Asgard, plotting his rise to the throne. He will rule as Queen Regent until his child comes of age to take the throne. Then he will turn his attentions to Jotunheim. But first he must find a way to get rid of his new husband and his meddlesome in-laws.

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“My beautiful child, your dada loves you very much. I can’t wait to meet you.” Thor says as he kneels before Loki’s large round belly. Thor’s palms are holding the round shape as though he were cupping a face. He places light kisses on Loki’s belly. Loki catches himself smiling a genuine smile at his husband, and frowns. He needs to stop doing that. It will not be long before Thor is assassinated. This emotional attachment he has developed for his husband is rather inconvenient.

Loki is about 6 months along now, and has another 6 to go. The whirlwind of his life these past few months have been hard for Loki. Plotting his ascension to the throne is time consuming and draining. Blaming the conspiracy and deaths of the royal family on the dwarves of Svartlheim has required added stealth since he is always concerned about being caught by Heimdall, the all-seeing god. He has had to rely heavily on his cloaking magic and illusions. The added energy demands from the pregnancy have exhausted him.

Loki estimates he will be able to carry out the coup about 3 months after the birth of his child during the bi-annual tournament. Odin, Frigga, Thor, Loki, and his child will all be sitting in the royal box together when the attack happens. Loki just needs a patsy to blame. He has many details he still needs to work out. He has time, though. It will come together. He’s done this kind of thing before. With the other 3 adult royal members of the family dead, the line of succession will fall to him, since his son will be far too young to reign. Loki will sit upon a throne at last. He smiles at the thought.

“Your feet are swollen.” Thor says. Loki returns his attentions back to the present and looks into his husband’s eyes.

“Oh? I hadn’t realized.” He says distantly.

“Come darling, I’ll rub them for you.” Thor says with a genuine smile. Thor loves lavishing attention on Loki. His new spouse is still an enigma to him. Loki is very sweet and cuddly when he wants to be, but Thor has never seen Loki’s vulnerable side and it bothers him. Thor wishes Loki would open up to him more on his personal feelings. They still haven’t said I love you to each other. Thor wants to say it to Loki. He does. He loves Loki, but he also knows that Loki does not love him back, and it hurts.

Loki lies down on the bed as Thor takes his left foot in hand.

“Oooooh.” Loki croons. It hurts so good. Thor always knows exactly where to put the pressure to make his feet feel wonderful. Thor massages his feet for several minutes with a small smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. Loki can feel the sexual tension building between. Why not? Loki concludes. Thor is being a good boy, might as well reward him. Loki curls his finger at Thor in a come hither motion. Thor starts to slink up Loki’s body when there is a loud boom at their bedchamber doors.

“ENTER!” Thor yells. A palace guard rushes in to their room.

“Apologies My Prince. It is the Allfather. He has fallen into the Odinsleep.” Thor jumps off the bed and assists Loki to stand. Both rush out of the room to go the Odinsleep chamber. Thor’s father has been putting off the Odinsleep for so long and was scheduled to take it of his own volition next month. Collapsing into it like this is not a good sign.

Thor’s heart stops in his chest at the sound of his mother wailing in despair. Thor breaks into a run and bursts into the room. The protective shield over the bed is gone. Frigga is holding Odin’s lifeless body in her arms. Tears are streaming down her face. She looks up at her son.

“He’s gone.”

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Thor stands on the shore as his father’s body floats away. A flaming arrow is shot into the air and hits its mark, setting the boat ablaze. The whole kingdom is in mourning. Tomorrow is Thor and Loki’s coronations. It will be a much more somber affair than his first coronation ceremony. There will be no feasts, no celebrations, only duty. Loki will become the new Queen of Asgard, or King’s Consort. Thor needs to discuss that with Loki. Frigga will become the Queen Mother. Hot tears are streaming down Thor’s face, but he does not speak.

“I am so sorry darling. Come, you need to rest.” Loki takes Thor by the arm and leads him back to their chambers. Loki can tell Thor is just on autopilot at this point. Loki’s mind is spinning as well. With Frigga in mourning she will be expected to remain sequestered during the tournament. Odds are Frigga will not be leaving her chambers for a very long time. The woman is beside herself with grief. If anything, Frigga needs to die before Thor does. Thor may be trusting and naïve but Frigga is not. If Thor were to die first Frigga would immediately suspect Loki’s involvement. Having all three royal family members die in separate incidents within such a short amount of time would be suspicious too. No, Thor and Frigga need to die together.
Right now, however, Loki needs to play the role of the comforting doting husband. They get back to their chambers and Loki starts undressing Thor. Everything is quiet until Thor finally speaks.

“I must ask you if you wish to be given the title of Queen or King’s Consort tomorrow.” Loki looks at him for a moment and considers his answer.

“Queen. Queen is familiar. Queen is comforting. I am the mother of the next heir and will be taking on Frigga’s duties starting tomorrow. Queen is appropriate.” Loki feels a tightness in his chest he did not expect. It has been a difficult day, he is most definitely NOT feeling empathy. Loki finishes undressing Thor who now stands before him naked.

“Lie down.” Loki says. Thor catches Loki’s arm. Loki looks back up into Thor’s eyes.

“I love you.” Thor says, with a most serious look on his face. Loki feels a swelling of panic in his heart. Why panic? Why? Say something. Say anything. Damn it he is staring at you say SOMETHING!

“I love you too.” Loki says and an unwanted tear falls out of his right eye. Thor pulls Loki into a tight embrace, attacking his lips with a fiery need. Thor starts undressing Loki as the kiss continues and they fumble to the bed when Loki’s robes are finally pooled onto the floor. Loki feels a wave of horror envelope him. Why is he crying? Why did he say THAT!? Why does it bother him so much? Thor is an enemy and an obstacle. Nothing more. He is an easily manipulated puppet and he most certainly has not BONDED with the man! He’s not even Jotunn! Thor is stroking Loki’s quim.

“Ah! Thor!” There are tears in both their eyes as they begin to make love passionately and desperately. Thor is making eye contact with Loki as if he could physically pour all his love and devotion into Loki through his eyes. Thor is touching, tasting, stroking, and loving. He places a pillow under Loki’s back and rump to angle his hips up. Then he takes his pregnant spouse slowly and gently. Thor’s demeanor is intense. He grabs Loki’s cock and starts to stroke it and Loki keens from the raw pleasure. Thor places his other palm on Loki’s belly as he rocks into him gently.

“…so beautiful my love. I need you Loki. Open your heart to me my darling and I shall worship you above all other things. My beloved.” Thor all but whispers. Loki is crying fully now. He can’t help himself. He wants to blame the pregnancy hormones but he can’t. He knows Thor is not making an empty promise. He means every word he is saying. For the first time since coming to Asgard, Loki contemplates a life serving at Thor’s side as a loyal loving spouse, instead of a solitary figure holding a place for his child. It would be a life filled with joy.

“Oh Thor…..Thor….” More tears fall and Thor leans down to capture a kiss. Loki partially sits up to meet him, returning his affections. They break the kiss and Thor picks up the pace. Loki is slick and wet and wanting. They do not break eye contact even when they come. Each moaning and yelling his release in full view of the other. Loki feels Thor’s seed fill him. It feels erotic and intimate, like liquid love filling his being.

Thor collaspes beside Loki on the bed and they fall asleep in each other’s arms. The morning comes and the couple quietly prepares for the ceremony. Loki feels broken inside. He’d succumb to emotion and tenderness last night. He finds his commitment to his own plans wavering. Loki tells himself it will pass and that he must stay the course. He will figure out how to kill Thor and Frigga later. He just needs to augment his plan a little. That’s all.

They should be nervous. It is a big and important event, and yet it is just a formality. It is life after the coronation which they will have to figure out, together. The event is subdued as expected. The people witness the ceremony in revered silence. Circlets are placed atop first Thor’s head and then Loki’s. The people politely applaud, and then file out. Everyone in the room was wearing black.

After the ceremony Loki visits Frigga in her chambers. There are duties Loki must perform as the new Queen. His first task is to comfort the old Queen. Loki is dreading this. Feigning kindness, concern, and tenderness for someone you plan to kill is a hard thing to do. Loki knocks on her chamber doors and waits until given permission to enter.

Queen Frigga is sitting in a chair at a table. Tears are falling openly down her face as she writes letters of thanks to friends and family that have sent their condolences. Frigga looks up at Loki.

“My Queen.” Frigga says respectfully. She cannot mask the grief in her voice.

“Queen Mother, I am sorry.” Loki says stiffly. He really doesn’t want to do this. He sits in the chair besides hers and takes her hand in his.

“Just Frigga now dear. How is Thor holding up?” Frigga asks with concern.

“As well as can be expected I suppose. I comfort him however I can.” Loki says quietly.

“I am glad for that. He will need you now more than ever. Thor has grown a lot since marrying you. He has matured in ways that have made me very proud. But he still has much he needs to learn. His skills in the political theatre are lacking, and he has little patience for running the mundane day to day business of the realm. He will need you to keep him focused until he gets his bearings.”

“I will do what I can Allmother.”

“You are the Allmother now.” Loki frowns. He feels that stabbing sensation in his chest again, which is emanating not only empathy, but now guilt as well.

“I could never replace you Queen Frigga. I am nothing like you.” Loki says looking down.

“You are more like me than you realize. I was a foreign bride too, lest you forget. Granted my nuptials to Odin were not as swift and surprising as yours were. I know you have been holding back, in regards to loving my son. I think the old quarrels between our realms are haunting your relationship with him.”

“I was supposed to be a King of my own lands, not a Queen in a foreign one.” Loki says failing to conceal the anger and resentment in his voice.

“Queens are more powerful than you realize. A man is only as good as the woman that stands behind him. Odin was only so power and long lived because I was there to support, guide, and protect him from many things, including himself. You are not as subservient to Thor as you may think. He will depend on you greatly in the coming days, and long after that. Give him your heart Loki. You already have his. I can see it. My son loves you.”

Loki is crying again. Damn it!

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