An Unplanned Life 2.0

Loki feels the sweet taste of Thor’s tongue in his mouth. His husband has managed to do the one thing that would finally quell his fears of abandonment and domination. He loves Thor. He truly does. He trusts him fully. This moment is perfection.

A scream rings out from the crowd and the couple breaks apart. A man is tackled by a palace guard, but not before letting loose an arrow. It hits Loki at the apex of his belly, just beneath the sternum. Loki sees the arrow before he feels it, looking down at the foreign object that appears to be sticking out of the middle of his chest.

“Thor….” Loki leans in Thor’s arms. Thor tucks one of his arms underneath one of Loki’s and the other wraps around under Loki’s belly. Thor cannot carry Loki bridal style; it might cause the arrow to go deeper into his body. So Thor lets Loki lean against him as he is walked to the infirmary.

“Take him to the dungeons!” Thor roars as he takes Loki away. The palace guards swarm the man and haul him off. The people remaining are in a panic. Is Loki going to survive his wound? How serious is it? Was the baby harmed? Will it survive? Frigga surveys the scene and takes control.

“Good people. All is well. Loki is being attended to by the healers and the criminal is arrested. Please return to your homes. We will keep the people apprised of the situation. Once we know more about the Queen’s condition we will make an announcement. Please stay calm. Go home.” She reiterates. Frigga walks over to the Captain of the Guard.

“I want extra patrols on duty and the change intervals doubled. No one in or out of the palace until further notice. We do not know if this was planned, or if he was alone.” Frigga commands.

“Yes My Queen.” He replies.

“Queen Mother.” She corrects. She calmly walks out of the throne room towards the healing hall. Once she is out of sight from the people, she breaks into a run. The past 6 months of mourning Odin’s passing had been difficult for her. Another funeral is not what she needs right now.

Frigga runs into the room and is greeted by a grizzly sight. Loki has gone into labor. His water has broken and there is a mixture of blood and fluids everywhere. The healers have managed to remove the arrow. The arrow nicked the very bottom of Loki’s heart. It missed his lungs and sandwiched itself between Loki’s diaphragm and womb. Loki is incredibly lucky that it only hit one major organ. Three healers are trying to stem the bleeding while another 6 are preparing for the birth. Normally the heart injury would be a quick and easy thing for the healers to fix, but with Loki in labor, it is a much more complicated affair. He may not make it. Lady Eir knows this. A natural birth will take hours. Loki does not have hours. The child needs to come out now so that the heart can be repaired. Thor is standing off to the side. He was in the way and healers had to order him to move.

“My King, Loki’s situation is dire. If Loki were not in labor this would be much easier. We cannot wait for the child to be born naturally. Loki will not survive it in his current condition. We must cut the child out now so that we may repair the damage.” Frigga is standing by Thor’s side as Lady Eir informs him of what is necessary. Frigga knows the risks. The fact that they are recommending cutting Loki open further on top of his current injury speaks to the urgency of the situation. Thor looks at her for guidance.

“Do it.” Frigga commands. “Thor my son, come away. We cannot be here while the healers do this work. All we can do is wait.” Thor nods silently with his eyes full of tears. The doors to the shut behind them and Thor and Frigga are alone. Frigga gently rubs one of Thor’s arms, trying to comfort him. In the silence Thor’s thoughts turn to the man that did this. Thor bolts down the hall towards the dungeons. Frigga does not have to guess where he is going.

Loki’s assailant sits in a prison cell waiting for death. He has two black eyes, his nose is broken, and he’s pretty sure his arm is broken. He has the royal guards to thank for this. He managed to hit that Jotun freak they dare to call Queen. He knows he is going to die, he just hopes he sent that creature to the land of the dead first. He is pulled from his musings by the sound of loud foots steps coming down the hall. No doubt it is the King.

He looks up at Thor’s face, which is streaked with tears. Neither man speaks as Thor lowers the cell barrier and walks into the prison cell. He grabs the man by the throat and pushes him against the back wall.

“Are there others?” Thor asks, his voice surprisingly even.

“No Sire, it was a spur of the moment act. Does IT live?” He says goading Thor. He knows he is going to die. He will not repent for doing what he thought was right.

“Yes he does, as will my unborn child.”

“How can you love that thing? Where is the man that was eager to exterminate them all?” He asks.

“He grew up and became a King.” Thor takes Mjolnir in hand and in one mighty swing smashes the man’s head in like a popped water balloon. Thor, the wall, the man’s headless body, and the floor are drenched in blood.

Frigga is looking out a window at the thunderstorm drenching the kingdom when Thor returns. He is covered in blood, but she says nothing at first. They stand in silence together watching the rain.

“Best to go get cleaned up now. If you wait until they give the news you’ll have to rush back to your chamber to bathe before you can enter. You don’t want Loki to see you looking like that. And you can’t hold your baby while you’re covered in blood either. It will be a little while yet before we learn anything. Go.” Frigga says as she looks at him from the corner of her eye. Thor nods in agreement and leaves for his bedchambers.

He strips off his clothing mechanically and steps into the shower. The water runs pink as it swirls down the drain. Thor steps out of the shower and looks at himself in the mirror. If Loki dies, if the child dies it will change him. Thor can already feel the bitterness seeping in. He doesn’t bother putting his armor back on. He slips on a simple tunic and trousers and heads back to the infirmary to await the news.

Frigga and Thor both jump at the sound of the door opening. Lady Eir steps out. Her face is unreadable. Thor swallows hard anticipating bad news.

“The child is healthy and unharmed. It is a boy.”

“And Loki?” Thor’s voice cracks.

“He is alive, but just barely. He is unconscious at the moment but I do believe he would benefit from your presence. He lost a lot of blood. The birth did not help matters. It will be several days before he will be strong enough to walk around on his own.” Thor collapses to his knees in relief and lets out a small sob. Frigga pets the top of Thor’s head much like when he was a small child.

Thor finally gets up and composes himself. He walks into the infirmary and see one of the healers holding his son.

“He was blue of skin when he first came out, but quickly changed colors once in the arms of an Aesir.” Lady Eir explains. The child has raven black hair, blue eyes, and Thor’s lips. The healer places the boy in Thor’s arms. Thor walks over to where Loki is sleeping. Loki is back to his natural Jotunn blue, except he is an ice blue, pale and looking nearly dead. Unshed tears glaze Thor’s eyes as he speaks.

“Loki our son is perfect. He has your hair and your smile and he is just so beautiful my love.” Thor’s voice cracks again and the tears start to fall.

“Have you thought of a name?” Frigga asks her son.

“Loki and I thought Fenrir would be a nice name.” Thor says to his mother.

“Fenrir is nice. I like it.” Frigga says. The child starts making mewling sounds that progress into a full blown wail. “He’s a hungry one.” Frigga says. Frigga turns to one of the healers and tells them to fetch one of the kitchen maids, the one that has recently given birth.

Thor and Frigga spend the night in the infirmary with Loki and the baby. The following morning Thor announces the birth of his son and that the Queen is alive but still recovering. Thor barely leaves Loki’s side. Frigga and a wet nurse see to Fenrir’s needs as they all watch Loki with baited breath.

The first day goes by, then the second, and then the third. On the evening of the fourth day, Loki finally awakens. Loki eyes flutter open and he notices several things. His mouth and throat are so dry he can barely speak, his body is definitely smaller, the arrow is gone, his breasts hurt, and Thor is asleep in a chair next to his bed.

“Thor….Thor…” Loki croaks out. Thor stirs at the sound of his name and Lady Eir rushes into the room.

“Loki bless you, you are awake!”

“Water.” He croaks. Lady Eir is there with a goblet ready. She lifts his head so that he may drink deeply. “The baby?” Loki’s eyes furrow in concern.

“Fenrir is well.” Thor beams. Loki sighs with relief as the nurse bring the child to Loki’s bedside.

“Prop me up please.” Thor lifts Loki’s torso gently and stuffs pillows behind his back. Fenrir is placed in Loki’s arms. Loki looks down upon his son for the first time. The child is a perfect mishmash of him and Thor. As if on cue, Fenrir starts crying in hunger and Loki full aching breast leak profusely. Loki pulls open his tunic and child latches on immediately. All is right with the world.

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Loki very gently closes the door to the nursery behind him and strolls across his bedchamber to Thor. “I exhausted him this afternoon and fed him well. We should have a good four hours to ourselves before he awakens.” Loki says before leaning down and kissing Thor to get things started. Fenrir is about 3 months old now and wakes up about twice a night on average. He’s a hungry boy. Thor and Loki haven’t had sex since that night before the incident. They came close a couple of times, but then duty called and Loki had to see to Fenrir’s needs. Honestly, Thor thinks his balls might be bluer than Loki’s natural hue. That’s another change that has taken place since the assassination attempt. Loki stopped looking Aesir. The people need to learn to accept him as he is. Thor certainly does.

Thor breaks the kiss determined to spoil Loki first. “Take your clothes off, I’m going to suck your cock, and then I’m going to eat your quim, and then I’m going to ride you until you clench down on my cock no less than three times.” Thor says very seriously.

“Oh no darling, I’m going to suck your cock first, on the throne, while the members of our bedding ceremony are forced to watch.” Loki loves talking dirty. He can already see Thor’s erection through his pajama pants.

“A compromise then. We suck each other’s cocks at the same time.” Thor smiles.

“That will work…” Loki smiles, “….our moans will be stifled as we choke on each other. Which reminds me, when you do finally at long last plunge your hard hot length into my eager quim, make sure your gag is in your mouth so you don’t wake the baby this time.” Loki says low and seductively into Thor’s ear. They both strip off what little clothing they have and take their positions on the bed. Thor lies down and Loki takes the position hovering above and they take each other into their mouths. Loki uses both hands to wrap around Thor’s meaty length while Thor uses one of his hands to finger both of Loki’s holes. Their passion quickly becomes competitive as each works to try to make the other come first. Loki loses. His seed pours into Thor’s throat as his pussy squirts juices onto Thor’s forehead. Loki’s scream is muffled by Thor’s meat and the vibrations of his throat make Thor thrust up one final time before he comes as well.

“No fair. I have extra body parts.” Loki whines.

“I won, and now you have to do what I say, and that means that right now you have to sit on my face.” Thor says.

“Well…..as you command My King.” Loki says demurely, like anyone would buy for a second that HE is demure. “You have your work cut out for you, you know. You just made my pussy squirt. You are going to wear your tongue out making me come again so soon.”

“Is that a challenge?” Thor asks with a puffed up chest.

“It is.” Loki smiles wickedly as he moves into position. Loki squats over his head with his thighs spread very wide. Thor immediately sets to work, lapping up the wetness he finds there. He is rough, possessive. His tongue swirls Loki’s clitoris before sucking it harshly.

“Ah fuck… Thor.” Loki whispers his pleasure. Thor plunges a large calloused finger into Loki’s ass, searching for that bundle of nerves that makes Loki quake. Loki bites down on his own forearm to muffle his scream. He is moaning into his arm now. Thor can tell he is doing well. Loki’s moans are loud even with the obstacle. His breathing is ragged and Thor knows that Loki is close. Thor feels Loki’s whole body tremble as wetness floods his mouth and face. Thor wins again.

“I’m going to take you now. I’m going to fuck your quim raw, and just when you think you can’t possibly have another orgasm, I’m going to take you in the ass, and then I’m going to eat you again when my seed is dripping from both of your holes. Get on your back.” Thor says with his eyes hooded. His cock is red, hard, and throbbing. Loki is loving this.

“Get the gags first.” Loki says with an eyebrow raised. Thor leans over and grabs the cloths from off the side table. They each take one and stuff it into their mouths. Now they just have to make sure that the sound of their skin slapping against one another doesn’t get too loud. Thor thrusts into Loki and fucks him hard and fast. The animalistic penetration goes on forever and when Thor finally comes it is with a mighty roar. Muffled. Of course. Thor makes a gesture with his hand and Loki turns over to get on his hands and knees. Thor gets off the bed to find a bottle of oil. He returns and squirts the tip directly into Loki’s ass, filling him with lubricant. Thor squirts a little on his hand and coats his hand and cock for good measure. He plunges two fingers into his hole and starts scissoring Loki’s entrance. Thor can already see the white cream leaking down Loki’s inner thigh from his pussy. He is hard again from the sight of it. When Thor is satisfied he grips his cock and slowly pushes in. Loki arches his back and Thor gathers up Loki’s long hair to use as leverage and pulls it as he starts riding his ass in earnest. Loki is already a writhing orgasming mess when Thor finds that spot inside him again. The pleasure is so intense it is almost painful. Loki comes hard, but little comes out of his dick as his balls have been milked dry from all of Thor’s previous attentions. Thor continues pounding Loki’s sated body, and Loki relishes the feel. He feels so possessed and so possessive. The sensation of being so thoroughly stretched makes him feel so full… and complete. Thor comes one last time with a hard thrust, burying his meat deeply. They both collapse on the bed next to each other, but Thor is still not done.

“Get on your back and spread your legs. I want to look at you.” Loki is exhausted but he complies. Thor gets back up to kneel between Loki legs. Thor looks down on the beautiful sight. Loki’s pussy is engorged from lovemaking and sloppy. His ass is leaking his seed. His gorgeous cock lie limp against Loki’s stomach, it is utterly spent. Thor’s pupils are blown wide with lust as he leans down one last time and gives Loki pussy one good lick. Thor then leans up to kiss Loki. They both taste each other in the kiss. It is pure sin.

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