An Unplanned Life 2.0

Loki is sitting on the small seat that sticks out like a wing attached to Thor’s giant throne. It is rather uncomfortable. The fortnight of official mourning is over and Thor has work to do. There are many dignitaries from the other realms present to pay homage to Odin and to Thor’s new reign as King. Thor accepts their gifts with difficulty. The constant reminder of his father’s death eats at him like a sickness. Loki keeps one of his hands atop one of Thor’s during the entire affair. After this come the harvest reports. Where the gifts were heart wrenching, the harvest reports are dry, dull, and sleep inducing. Loki squeezes Thor’s hand every so often when it looks like he is dosing off.

“My King, what do you recommend?” The councilman asks. Thor feels sheepish. He was not listening to half of what the man said and does not know what to tell him. Loki leans into his ear.

“Tell him to rotate the wheat crops to where the cotton crops are now and move the cotton crops to where the alphalfa crops are and so on. This will help replenish the soil and protect the land from overuse.” Thor looks at Loki with gratitude. He repeats everything Loki said and the councilman takes his leave, content with his King’s answer.

Thor deals with criminals, squabbles between land owners, and tax collection summaries. Loki guides him through all of it. Outwardly everyone thinks it is the grief that makes Thor lean so heavily on Loki’s advice. The truth is Thor doesn’t know what the hell he is doing. It’s not like he’s never attended court before. But it is one thing to observe and another to make the actual decisions yourself. Thor never paid attention, and now he is paying for it. He doesn’t know what he would do if Loki wasn’t here giving him instruction. His patience is in short supply and his temper is just barely contained. Thor wishes he was in the sparring arena smashing things right now.

Up next is the Svartleheim delegation of dwarves. They are here to discuss trade agreements as well as solicit any metal working commissions the New King of Asgard may desire. A new crown perhaps? If not for himself then for his new “Queen” or something for the child growing in Loki’s womb? Loki listens attentively to the dwarfish delegation. He hates to admit it but, Frigga’s crown is too tight and heavy, yet somehow also too delicate and feminine looking as well. Loki decides to test the waters. He’s never asked for anything like this before. Back home in Jotunnheim he was lucky to get a full ration of food.

“Thor darling, would it all be possible to have a new crown made for me? The one I’m wearing now is incredibly painful. It does not sit right and it is too heavy for my neck.” Loki is surprised by his own sheepishness. He is a Queen now after all. He should feel haughty and entitled about it. It’s not like Asgard cannot afford it.

Thor smiles at his husband. It does look rather ridiculous on him. It doesn’t fit his personality at all. Loki is sleeker, but more masculine. He needs something to reflect his character. “Yes darling, of course. I shall commission it immediately.” The dwarves smile greedily at their new business transaction. Loki feels elation at receiving such a gift.

“We would be honored to craft this fine object for you.” The lead dwarf gives Loki a scrutinizing look. The new “Queen” of Asgard is a pregnant man. He is slender, but muscular. The fact that he is wearing pants and not a dress or loin cloth is also telling. The crown he is currently wearing has flowers and birds and pink jewels all over it. It is also gold, which does not look good against Loki’s pale skin. Silver would be much more complimentary, and lighter.

The dwarves receive their marching orders and take their leave. Thor has had enough for one day. His first day of holding court ends. All Thor wants to do is run back to his bedchamber, ravish Loki, and fall asleep. He can’t. He must attend the evening feast in the great hall and sit in the place of honor. Loki is beaming from ear to ear. Thor listened to every word Loki said and followed all his recommendations gladly and unquestioning. Loki wonders what else he can talk Thor into doing.

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“Loki? When is your name day?” Thor asks in curiosity. Their child is due to be born any day now and it has occurred to Thor that not once in all the time Loki has been in Asgard have they ever celebrated his husband’s birthday.

“Two months ago, why?” Loki says quietly.

“Two months ago? Why did you not say anything! I am a bad husband. You should be furious with me.” Thor exclaims. “Do they not celebrate name days on Jotunnheim?” Thor asks.

“Not particularly no. Beyond saying a few kind words it is not a cause for celebration.” Loki lies. Laufey never celebrated Loki’s birthday. He got to watch every year as his larger younger brothers were celebrated with grand gifts, and even feasts, when food was available. Every time Loki’s name day came around Laufey was simply reminded of his failure to kill his oldest son. It did not occur to Loki that anyone would care.

“Then we shall feast tonight in your honor!” Thor wraps his big bear arms around his husband. They are lying in bed at the end of another long day of court. In the six months since Odin’s death Loki has been at Thor’s side daily advising him on how to run the kingdom. Thor almost always takes Loki’s advice on every issue. The handful of times Thor disagreed, it was because Loki did not have all the information. Once the situation was better explained, Loki agreed with Thor’s judgment. Thor has been growing more confident and familiar with his new role, relying less and less on Loki as a crutch. Thor’s increasing sense of independence from Loki is both good and bad. On the one hand Loki likes having so much power to sway his husband; on the other Loki has little time to do anything else. In the end, Loki understands that this evolution was inevitable. Besides he has the Queen’s duties that he has been neglecting.

Frigga knows Loki has been too busy assisting Thor to take over all of her old duties, and so continued to carry many of them out. With each passing week she relinquished them to Loki, little by little. She still fills in when Loki cannot be present. The baby will arrive soon. Loki looks up at his husband.

“Thor, I know that with the title of Queen I am supposed to pick out handmaidens to be my closest personal servants, but need they all be female? Unlike Frigga I spar and hunt. Would not a stable boy or squire also be appropriate? It’s not like I spend inordinate amounts of time on my hair every day, only special occasions. Also, Frigga was, is wonderful with the more feminine pursuits of being Queen. I am not very good at hosting the noblewomen for luncheons and tea time. I was wondering if your mother could continue those particular duties for me for a while longer.”

“Yes of course. You should know I trust your judgment by now.” Thor smiles at his husband. He leans down and kisses Loki gently. They have an hour before the evening meal and Thor wants to make the most of it. Loki’s hips have widened and his breasts are filling in. If not for his cock and Adam’s apple, he would look very much like a woman. Loki has taken to binding his breasts and wearing full tunics. On Jotunnheim he would walk around bare chested, but here in the land of two separate genders; Loki does not want to look like a freak. There are many that are still unhappy with having a Jotunn for a Queen. Loki must continue working hard to win the minds and hearts of the people. Thor slips his hand under Loki’s tunic and pulls at the bindings.

“Let us get naked so that I may ravish you.” Thor says mischievously. Loki agrees. He has been getting hornier with each passing day. It is a sign that the birth is imminent. The couple gets off the bed briefly to undress themselves. Thor has to help Loki with his shoes though. He can’t reach his feet anymore. Loki hates feeling like an invalid, but loves the good natured chuckle Thor gives when he bends down to remove his shoes. He does love that. No. No he doesn’t. Damn it.

Loki gets on his hands and knees on the bed. With his belly so round, it is really the only position that works for both of them. Thor climbs behind Loki and gently pushes in. Thor grips Loki’s hip harshly. His desire is starting to cloud his vision. Loki keens from the intrusion to his body. It feels so good. The sound of Thor’s thighs smacking against Loki’s echoes in the bedchamber. Their moans are loud and honest. Thor looks down at the alabaster back in front of him.

“Lean up into me.” Thor begs. Loki gets off his hands but is still in the kneeling position as Thor’s arms come around him to hold Loki’s back to Thor’s chest.

“We get to do this every night for the rest of our lives my darling. You have not yet given birth and I already want to fill you with child again. I love the way my seed drips from your quim and runs down your inner thigh, marking you as mine. Say my name Loki.” Thor huffs in Loki’s ear as he continues pounding mercilessly into his hot walls. Loki is moaning loudly with utter abandon listening to the dirty loving things Thor is muttering into his ear.

“Thor….” He moans.

“Louder.” Thor grunts.

“Thor!”

“Louder.”

“THOOORRR!” Loki yells as his womb clenches down on Thor’s other hammer. Thor growls as he releases inside his husband. He quickly pulls out of Loki and pushes Loki back forward so he can gazing upon the wet glistening mess that is Loki genitalia. The white cream starts to seep out and Thor thrusts two of his fingers into to Loki to push it back in, stroking Loki’s insides which are still shuddering from orgasm.

“Ah!” Loki throws his head back at the sensation. His hair is a tangled mess around his face and his pupils are blown wide. He looks like pure debauchery. The couple takes a moment to catch their breaths and clear their heads. They need to bathe and redress quickly before the evening meal.

Thor and Loki are a few minutes late entering the feasting hall. Despite having bathed and dressed and brushed their hair, they still look freshly fucked. Loki’s cheeks are still rosy and his pupils are still slightly dilated, giving him a dreamy unfocused gaze. Thor has a specific smile on his face that the people know well to be the I-JUST-GOT-LAID smile. Yep, those two definitely just had sex.

They take their seats and Thor stands to address the crowd. “My people, it has come to my attention that I missed Loki’s name day. It was a couple of months ago. I am a bad husband. So tonight in honor of my husband we feast in his name. To the Queen!”

“To the Queen!” The crowd roars in unison. Thor summons a servant and whispers something in her ear. She scurries away to fetch whatever it is the King wanted. Thor and Loki eat their meal and talk with Frigga. Thor carouses with his friends. Loki sees Thor whispering to Volstagg and Fandral about something. Thor is looking right at Loki as he does so, with a big wide grin on his face. Loki’s curiosity is peaked. What is that big blonde oaf up to? He looks like he is committing some sort of conspiracy and he is not doing a very good job of concealing it either. Loki’s thoughts turn malicious. Is Thor plotting to get rid of him after the baby is born?
The servant returns and hands Thor a package. Thor returns to the high table and asks Loki to stand with him. Everyone goes quiet.

“Loki my love. I have a gift for you. Please open it.” Loki takes the box from Thor. It is not gift wrapped per se, but the box itself is beautiful, indicating something very special lies inside. Loki lifts the lid. It is his new crown. It looks like three silver and gold ropes woven together with a foliage motif. There are emeralds studded throughout the leaves and there are small snowflakes engraved into the design here and there paying homage to his Jotunn heritage. It is perfect.” Loki lifts it from the box and places it atop his head. It fits perfectly and feels much lighter than that golden boulder Frigga used to wear on top of her head. Loki wonders how she managed it all these years.

“It is beautiful. I love it.” Loki says with a wide smile.

“There is more.” Thor says. He then turns where another servant is waiting with another box. Loki had not notice it before. This box is thin and long. Thor places it on the table in front of Loki. Loki lifts the lid to find 5 throwing knives. They are masterfully crafted and their handle designs match Loki’s crown. This is an extra Loki did not expect.

“When did you commission these?” Loki smiles.

“When you were busy helping mother, and this isn’t all. There is more.” A big excited cheesy grin spans Thor’s face. Thor elevates his voice to address both Loki and the crowd.

“I have another gift for Loki, but it is too large and heavy to be carried into this room. It awaits elsewhere.” Thor pulls out a blindfold. “No peeking.” Loki quirks an eyebrow at this but lets Thor blindfold him. Loki is surprised by the amount of trust he is willing to give to Thor with regard to his personal safety. It probably makes a big difference that Thor loves him and isn’t plotting 24/7 to kill him. Loki feels another pang of guilt again. Thor guides Loki out of the feasting hall, with the people following close behind them. From what Loki can tell, it feels like they are walking in the direction of the throne room. Loki hears muffled gasps and muttering from the crowd behind him. The blind fold comes off. At the foot of the dais below the current throne, is a new one. A double-seater for equal ruling monarchs. It is obvious which seat is Thor’s and which is Loki’s by the designs engraved into them. But they are of equal size and close together. Tears come to Loki’s eyes and all thoughts of assassinating his husband disappear. He’d been dragging his feet anyway. Loki does something uncharacteristic and grabs Thor and kisses him passionately in front of everyone.

Public displays of affection are not something the royal family is known for. It is undignified. Plus the sight of two men kissing is not exactly common. Granted everyone knows they are having sex, but to actually see them kissing publicly is a bit shocking. The response from the crowd is mixed. Some cheer enthusiastically at the King’s great romantic gesture. Others are displeased. They are not happy Thor is willingly sharing power with the Jotunn.

In the back of the crowd is a lone archer. He is not an assassin. He is just an Asgardian warrior, and he is displeased with Thor’s gift to his husband. He takes out an arrow, pulls it back in his bow and releases it straight at Loki’s belly.

Notes

So what do you think? Better than the original?