To Be Reborn The Butterfly

Loki preens as she tries on her wedding dress for a final fitting. It is not Asgardian custom for the bride to wear white. Really the color of the gown does not matter in their ceremonies. This is a good thing. Loki is far from being a virgin at this point. But she developed a fondness for the custom while living on Earth. Midgard. There is just something about a white ball gown that glows with beauty and demands attention. Loki has always prided himself, now herself in her appearance. Though at the moment, Loki is glad that there aren’t any men around watching her act like such a girl. It’s her wedding dress and damn it! She feels pretty. The ceremony is tomorrow. The palace is being decorated for the event. All manner of beasts are being hunted and slaughtered. There are foreign delegates coming to pay homage and do business. Loki feels sorry for the poor unsuspecting politicians coming from other realms. They are going to get caught up in Loki’s little web of truth. She hopes for their sake they have led good and honest lives. She smirks to herself. Not likely.
“What are you smiling about dear?” Frigga asks her daughter. Loki shoots her mother a wicked look.
“Are you sure you want to do this on your wedding day? Would it not be better to do this after?”
“Think of it as a wedding gift to myself. Besides I want the people to know that they are being punished, and that I am the one responsible. Plus the spell will be most effective at a large social gathering where people do nothing but lie to one another.”
“Why are you doing this Loki?” Frigga asks with genuine curiosity.
“Because I’m tired of being uncomfortable in my own skin. Just once, I’d like everyone to spew forth all their hatefulness at the same time. Once their private thoughts about me are out in the open, it won’t be a secret anymore. People won’t have to pretend to like me, or respect me, or do or say any other forms of lying in my presence that just makes me cringe.”
“I had no idea you were that sensitive to the deceit of others. Why did you never speak of this to me or your father?”
“I thought it was normal. For a long time I thought everyone could sense the emotions and deceit of others. I had no idea it was just me. I think that is why it hurt so much when father finally told me the truth about my origins. That feeling that I felt in the air around me all the time, a lot of that came from him. After betraying Thor, and attacking Jotunnheim, now I feel that feeling all the time from everyone. I can’t breathe.”
“You are going to be a fearsome thing to deal with when you are Queen.”
“I’ll know who is genuine and who is not.”
“Genuine people are a rare commodity Loki.”
“Why do you think I’m marrying Thor?” Loki says with a smile. Frigga giggles.
“He is honest to a fault isn’t he?” Frigga says of her own child.
“Not in my eyes mother. He is my port in this stormy place.”
“I wish I could say that I think this plan of yours will make things more bearable for you, but it won’t. As Queen you can expect everyone around you to lie to you in some form or fashion. Be it a foreign dignitary trying to negotiate for better trading terms, or a nobleman’s wife trying to get into your good graces by sucking up to you. They are liars all Loki.”
“Is there anything I can do?” Loki asks mournfully.
“You already are. You never really embraced your title as the God of Lies. The time has long past for you to explore what that means and strengthen your gifts. Hopefully, with time, you’ll be able to control how sensitive you are and when and where you wish to sense deceit.”
“Loki, I’ve been meaning to ask-Do you love Thor? I mean as a lover?”
“You are perceptive mother. The short answer is yes. After the scepter gave back all my memories to me I disappeared for three days to be alone and…sort out my feelings. It felt so odd to have a lifetime of memories thrust upon me in which, I never once felt sexual attraction to Thor or any other man and then reconcile that with my new body, new identity, and new desires. It wasn’t until after I…transformed that I felt sexual desire for him. Brotherly love is not romantic love, but then after combining my new found sexual desire for Thor with my old feelings and I find I am creating something entirely new.”
“What of the paramour you abandoned on Earth? Do you still love him?”
“The innocent little girl in me still loves Stephen yes, but now that I am whole again, Stephen is the wrong person for me, and I am most definitely the wrong person for him. He was perfect for me when I was wide eyed and ignorant. But now I am cynical, conniving, mischievous, and a lot of other things that Stephen would…not love. Our love would have eventually soured. I would have ended up resenting him for not letting me be myself. A large part of which is male. On top of that I would have had to watch him die slowly from old age. The relationship was doomed from the start. Even if I had not gotten my memories back, there were some serious problems, like Stephen’s mortality that would have undermined us in the long run. I count myself fortunate for the way fate turned on my behalf.”
“Have you told Thor any of this?”
“No, sorting it all out in my head was confusing enough. Trying to explain it all to Thor would be even harder. I’d only end up making him jealous and insecure I think. It would just be simpler to tell him that I don’t love Stephen anymore and leave it at that.” Loki pauses in contemplation for a moment. “Mother, how long do you think Thor was in love with me?”
“It is hard to say. As you said, brotherly love is not romantic love, but discriminating the difference between the two can be hard, especially since Thor was trying to conceal his true feelings, I’m sure. You’ll have to ask him that question yourself.”
“I was only attracted to women before my….transformation. If things had played out any other way I would never have returned his affections, and he’d be married to that cow from Vanaheim.”
“Sophie is not a cow! She is a very sweet girl.” Frigga admonishes.
“With a pig face.” Loki snorts.
“Loki, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were jealous.”
“Not jealous mother, threatened. That hideous sow was one syllable away from taking away my happiness.”
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After Frigga and the seamstress leave Loki gets dress in the emerald gown from all those months ago. The last time she wore this she’d caught Thor fucking one of the servants, and it had broken her ignorant little heart. Loki had been too young and innocent to understand her own feelings let alone the significance of Thor’s actions. Looking back on it now the whole situation was one great big comedy of errors. Loki smiles as she walks towards the training yard. Today is going to end very differently.
Loki sits on the bench by the fighting circle and watches as Thor pummels Hogun. Thor is winning the fight, until he catches sight of Loki. She looks every inch the proper dignified princess, but her eyes are predatory as she sucks in her bottom lip through her teeth. Hogun knocks Thor on his ass. Thor recovers quickly if awkwardly and strides over to Loki.
“Care to take me on a walk through the gardens, my love?” Loki says in her most sultry voice.
“I…uh...I can shower quickly and be ready in say 10 minutes?” Thor says.
“Shower?” Loki asks. She leans in and whispers in his ear. “I like the way you smell just now. Masculine and powerful, and I want to relish that taste in my mouth.” Thor’s erection is instantaneous.
“I must go my friends. I will resume our fighting practice on the morrow.” Thor says a little too formally to compensate for his obvious move to blow them off for sex. Volstagg and Fandral smile while Sif and Hogun frown. Thor is shirking his duties for pleasure.
Thor and Loki scurry to the Royal Family’s private gardens. They go to an obscure corner and look around to make sure Frigga is not around. She can often be found here about this time of day. They look and see no one and so Thor pushes Loki against a wall and lifts up her grand skirt. She didn’t bother putting on any undergarments before leaving her room. Thor is still shirtless and sweaty from training. He looks like a golden beast.
Frigga is sitting with three of her handmaidens in a small alcove not far from where the couple is located. They didn’t see Frigga, but Frigga sees them and blushes 30 different shades of pink as she and her ladies in waiting try to leave without being noticed. Frigga’s handmaids pretend to avert their gaze as they leave, but all three of them get a good look as Thor starts rocking into the form pinned against the bricks. They also get an earful of Loki’s cries of pleasure. Frigga is mortified. She knows her children have sex, but hearing and seeing it is something else entirely.
Thor grunts as he ruts into Loki’s body. She’s wearing that dress. Thor noticed, and he is determined to replace a bad memory with a good one. Loki is whispering dirty things into Thor’s ear as he fucks her.
“Tonight, during dinner I’m going to conjure a clone to sit next to you while I climb under the table and suckle you. You’ll have to keep a straight face as I swallow your seed.” Thor growls from the burning desire the image stirs in his mind.
“Oh Thor….I want you to dominate me. Tomorrow my love on our wedding night. I want you to take control and overpower me. Show me that I belong to you body and soul!” Loki’s womb shudders around Thor’s length and he thrusts deeply as he ejaculates.
“Tomorrow night I’m going to fuck you on the throne in front of witnesses.” Thor growls. Loki almost believes him, but she knows it is just dirty talk. She decides to find a way to make it happen.

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