To Be Reborn The Butterfly

Thor watches as Loki approaches the dais. She looks like a glowing ice crystal in her white shimmering dress. She has a translucent veil over her face. She is carrying a bouquet gathered from the family’s garden. She looks every inch the future queen of Asgard. Thor speaks his vows to her, and he means them. He means every single syllable. Loki returns her vows. She vows her loyalty, her love, her fidelity to her beloved. She swears to honor and obey (Loki cringes ever so slightly) her husband and her King for Thor shall be both in time. The priest binds them together and they are presented as one. The people cheer for the happy couple. Well, for Thor at least. Loki can’t wait to see just how much of that enthusiasm is meant for her.
The ceremony concludes and all the invited guests and important dignitaries file into the feasting hall for the reception. Loki cannot wait to toast her husband and fuck over her guests. The couple take their seats front and center at the high table. Odin and Frigga sit off to their right. Odin toasts his children, and in particular, Loki’s return.
“I care not in what form you have returned to me, only that you have returned, and are happy.” Loki has to choke back a tear. Frigga stands to bless her children as the Goddess of Marriage and Fertility. Loki sees Thor’s face falter at the mention of children. Thor knows it will be another 20 years before Loki goes into heat again. Loki knows there is a reckoning coming for how all that transpired. Both have thus far avoided the subject. Frigga finishes her blessing and takes a seat. Odin, Frigga, and Thor then look at Loki. This is it. Thor is supportive of Loki doing this. He too, is tired of the subtle disrespect he has witnessed towards Loki. If it is merely subtle when Thor is around, he can only imagine the treatment Loki receives when he is not present to witness it. Thor is willing to humiliate every last Asgardian citizen to if it means that Loki will not be driven away again. Loki warned Thor that tonight would be a night of cruel things being said out loud and without the permission of the speakers themselves. Thor must keep his temper in check. Loki stands to address the crowd.
“Good evening everyone. The past few years have been…difficult for me, to say the least. I have died, been reborn, and transformed into someone new; only to rediscover my old memories and old self and have been forced to reconcile the two identities. Many of you have seen me in both my male and female forms. I have come to find that I have equal appreciation for both, and you can expect to see in my male form just as often. I know this can cause some confusion for how you must address me. Am I prince or princess? When Thor becomes King am I the Queen when I am a man? For the sake of simplicity the answer is yes. I will not take offense at being call the Queen when I am male. (This is going to be good!) Though, for now, it would be common sense to address me properly based on whatever gender I am at the time. For tonight, I am your princess. Tonight I am also the Goddess of Lies, and every single one of you is hiding something from me. For years I have been able to sense when others are keeping a secret from me, lying straight to my face. It is how I became so skilled at it you see, because I could always detect deceit in others. Deceit is what turned my heart bitter. Deceit is what turned me against my brother. Deceit is what threw me into madness and the time has come for the truth to reign. I, Loki the God of Lies CURSE YOU ALL! For 30 days and 30 nights none in the whole of Asgard shall be able to tell a lie or keep a secret. Your sins shall be laid bare by your own mouths and you shall know what it means to confess. There are some caveats, however. State secrets meant to protect the realm may be kept, and the King and Queen are of course exempt. Thank you, and have a pleasant evening.”
Loki takes her seat. You could hear a pin drop. The silence was deafening. None dared to speak. But of course, Loki wasn’t going to let them get away with that.
“Thor dear, I think it is time for us to mingle with our guests don’t you?” Loki takes a goblet of wine in one hand and Thor’s in the other. Loki already knows who her first target will be.
“Lord and Lady Svetland! How are you?” Loki asks with an evil smile.
“I’m cheating on my wife with one of your servants.” Lord Svetland blurts out. He slaps his hand over his face as his wife stares at him in dumbfound shock. “No I mean….my wife is fat…ah…she nags me like harpy.” Lord Svetland clamps his mouth shut. Lady Svetland opens her mouth to yell at her husband but instead this comes out….
“You smell terrible and you’ve never satisfied me in bed, EVER!” Lady Svetland’s eyes go wide at her own words. The couple breaks out into an epic battle of words. Loki is laughing hysterically.
“Who’s next?” She says to Thor.
“King’s Advisor Lord Brenish. I’ve always wondered what the man thought of me.” Thor says. Loki and Thor walk arm in arm over to man. Lord Brenish’s face turns white as a sheet as they approach him.
“Lord Brenish, tell me how are you enjoying this evening’s festivities.” Loki says.
“The ceremony was long and boring and I think your vows are bullshit. I think you are using Thor to get to the throne and that your marriage is both an abomination and a sham. You do make for a beautiful bride though, fancy a fuck?” Lord Brenish says in front of his wife.
Loki quickly inserts herself between Lord Brenish and her husband. The man runs away in fear as Loki roars with laughter. Loki hears muttering in the background as people begin to talk amongst themselves. The quiet muttering doesn’t last long though as people start to involuntarily confess their secrets in front of their friends and cohorts. Fights of both the physical and verbal nature breakout all over the hall. This is the best wedding celebration Loki has ever attended.
Loki continues to make the rounds. Thor finds he must excuse himself for fear he will kill his own wedding guests. Thor goes back to the high table to sit with his parents. Loki goes about and asks people their opinion of her. Many are what she expects, racism, bigotry, and jealousy. She is, however, pleasantly surprised by some of the other confessions. “….I think you are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and I want to suck your cock…..I’m afraid of you because you can do magic…I think you are smarter than me and I hate you for it…I hate you because you fucked my friend Beatrice but you never showed any interest in me…You’re prettier than me and hope a bird shits on your face…” Hot damn! Loki thinks. She’s getting a bigger boost to her ego out of this than she ever expected, especially since a lot of the sexual comments about Loki’s male form are coming from the MEN! Ah! Loki’s also surprised to find out how many people do not like Thor as much as they pretend to. Like Loki there are many that wish Thor was smarter and had better diplomacy skills. Some even confess that they are glad Loki is marrying Thor for that reason. Praise was the last thing Loki expected.
Odin and Frigga watch the debacle unfold and take pity on their guests. The King and Queen take their leave, which means the guests are now allowed to leave. Thor and Loki announce shortly after that they are ready to retire as well. Calls go out from across the room, ranging from “….you don’t deserve him you evil bitch…” to “…..I want to fuck your wife….” And a lot of “…..can I watch?”
Loki takes notes on the ones that made that last comment.
“Thor wait.”
“You wish to linger in this chaos?” Thor gives Loki an exhausted expression. Clearly Thor is not enjoying the results of Loki’s curse.
“Did you really want to fuck me on the throne in front of witnesses?” Loki whispers into his ear. Thor pulls back and looks at Loki with surprise. His face is serious for a moment as he tries to determine if Loki is serious or not. (and if she is baiting him into a trap)
“Yes. I want all to see and know that you are mine, especially the ones here tonight that have made sexual advances towards you. You are mine. Not Steven’s. Mine!” Thor growls the last sentence. Loki cups Thor’s face. He’s still insecure about Steven. Still hurt by what happened.
“Let me gather up a few unwilling bodies. I’ll meet you in the throne room.” Loki whispers. Loki decides to get a nice mix of about 15 people and asks them all to follow her to the throne room for a private audience. They are all nervous and afraid. Some of them had said some pretty horrendous things to Loki and think they are about to be tossed into the dungeons or worse. They can’t deny Loki her request. She’s the bride. When everyone is inside the throne room Loki uses her magic to close and seal the great doors. No one will be able to come in or out, nor will any sound escape outside of the throne room. Only the current occupants will see and hear what is about to happen. Loki stops and stands just at the base of the throne.
“I suppose you all are wondering why I have asked you here.” The group nod silently in agreement. “Some of you expressed a desire to watch Thor fuck me, others among you hate me and wish I would drop dead so you can marry Thor instead. Since I don’t plan on dropping dead…again…any time soon you’ll all have to settle for the first.” Loki turns to Thor. “Thor darling I need your help taking my dress off.”
Thor approaches her and smiles. He starts working the buttons down the back of her dress as he kisses her neck. Loki purrs. The group stares in dumbfound shock until someone finally says, “You can’t be serious?” Loki glares evil cat eyes at them and then moans when Thor nibbles her ear. To everyone’s amazement Thor shoots them the same glare. He’s going to enjoy this. Thor’s hands are possessive and his grip in Loki’s hair is tight. He’s going to be rough with her. Loki is getting wet from the thought. Thor loses patience with the little buttons and rips off Loki’s dress. Loki is wearing a beautiful matching white bra and panty set with thigh high stockings. Loki turns her body in Thor’s grip and kisses him as she works the buckles on Thor’s formal attire.
Loki smiles into the kiss as she hears the muffled aroused sounds from the witnesses. Thor’s hands are roaming her body, gripping her ass, and cupping her breast. Loki removes Thor’s tunic and tosses it off to the side. His big muscular chest is taught with sexual desire. Thor twists his fingers around the narrow part of Loki’s panties, just at the hip and rips them off. He unhooks her bra and throws it away. Loki gasps at the exposure and works her fingers through the laces of Thor’s trousers. Thor uses his toes to kick off his boots. Loki is about to pull Thor’s pants down when his hand grips one of her wrists.
“On the throne.” He commands. Thor leads her up the steps. He drops his pants and kicks them off. They are both now naked. Thor’s cock is large and hard. Some in the group gasp at the sight of it. It is massive. Thor sits on the edge of the throne and spreads his legs wide. Loki takes the hint and gets on her knees between his legs. Thor sighs in ecstasy as Loki’s head bobs up and down. Thor looks out to the people watching and sees unconcealed lust on their faces. All of the men have visible erection being held back by their pants. Thor loves the feel of Loki’s mouth on him but he doesn’t want to come yet. He wants to come inside Loki’s pussy and hold her legs wide so they can all see his come drip out of her quim.
“Enough. In my lap.” Loki gets up and turns around to sit in Thor’s lap to face the crowd. They all now have a perfect view of Loki’s beautiful body. Her breasts are perky and perfectly shaped. Her pale creamy thighs are spread and draped outside of Thor’s as she impales her body upon his cock. Thor takes a firm grip on her hips and begins the up down motions, lifting Loki up and down on his shaft, thrusting on the down motion. Every inch of Thor’s body is golden including his cock. Thor and Loki moan loudly and wantonly, their cries of pleasure echo throughout the room. Loki’s hands are griping the arm holds of the throne for dear life and Thor’s balls slap against her clit. Loki’s breasts are bouncing violently and Thor grips her hair and pulls, making her arch her back. Thor comes with a mighty roar and his meaty cock pumps streams of seed into her tight space. Thor lifts up slightly to pull out, but keeps her legs spread. Her cunt is a white shiny mess dripping their combined spend in copious amounts. They pant quietly for moment. The witnesses all have a look of expectation at being allowed to leave until Thor speaks.
“Change form brother, I’d have you both ways.” Loki complies. Loki’s ample breasts disappear and give way to sinewy muscles. A long hard cock grows out from beneath the nest of black curls and the crowd looks on as Thor’s newly hardened cock realigns to Loki’s ass. Loki cries out from the intrusion.
“Thor!” He cries out. Loki closes his eyes and smiles in pleasure. Thor pounds into Loki again. One of the witnesses whimpers and doubles over in embarrassment as he comes inside his trousers. Loki repositions his legs for comfort, moving them in between Thor’s spread thighs so that Loki can close his own legs and use them for leverage. Loki’s toes point as his release builds. Thor reaches around and strokes Loki’s are neglected cock.
“Who do you belong to?” Thor says.
“You! Thor only you!” Loki cries.
“Who do you love?”
“YOU BROTHER! AH!” Loki comes into Thor’s hand. Loki’s tight hole squeezes down on Thor’s length and Thor releases into Loki for a second time. They take a moment to slow their breathes and recover. When Loki’s vision and mind have cleared enough to remember the people that just watched him have sex, Loki waves his hand to release the seal on the room.
“You may go now.”

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