To Be Reborn The Butterfly

Loki and Thor retire to their chambers after the coronation feast. Loki had offered to fuck on the throne again, but Thor declined. Thor wants to make love in the comfort of their bedchamber tonight. Loki and Thor quietly and calmly remove their own clothing. Thor is glad to ditch the ceremonial garb. Loki steps out of her elaborate gown and hangs it up. She strips off her bra and panties and is completely naked before she shifts into HIM. A slight smile graces Thor’s face and there is softness in his eyes as he looks upon his husband. It feels different tonight. They are not about to engage in feverish or frenzied fucking, but something sweeter. Thor revels in the almost routine normalness of an evening of quiet solitude as a married couple after a long hard day.
They both crawl into bed naked and hold each other. Loki curls into Thor’s chest as they kiss each other gently and languidly. One of Thor’s hands finds its way into Loki’s hair while the other ventures south to cup his ass. Loki relishes the feeling of Thor’s broad muscled body against his own. Their hardened erection brush against one another and the men gasp into their kiss. Loki plays with one of Thor’s nipples in an absentminded fashion. Thor quirks and eyebrow and grins at him.
“You like that.” Loki says. It’s not a question. He returns Thor’s grin. Thor kisses him again, this time with a little more urgency. Loki whimpers in an attempt to speak, and Thor pulls back to look into his eyes. Loki looks so vulnerable, practically wrecked. His eyes look glazed over as if he is about to cry and for the briefest of moments Thor wonders if he has done something wrong.
“I need you inside me.” Loki whispers. Loki means it. He needs to be one with Thor, to feel complete. Thor moves to the nightstand and grabs the glass vial of oil. It is thick, viscous, and sweet smelling.
“I want to open you properly. Get on your hands and knees.” Thor says gently. Loki shifts gracefully into position and presents himself to Thor. His ass is in the air and his chest is on the mattress. Thor coats two fingers and gently slides them inside of Loki and begins scissoring him. Loki emits a sound that is somewhere between a grunt and a moan as Thor begins to massage him from the inside. Thor places the tip of the bottle just inside Loki’s anus and pours a copious amount inside his lover. When Loki’s passage finally feels stretched and relaxed Thor enters a third finger.
“Oh…..oh Thor…” Loki breathes. Then he moans quietly. It feels so tender and wonderful and they have not even begun to make love. Loki starts to pant as the massage continues to open him up and Loki finds he is desperate for the real thing.
“I’m ready Thor, take me my love.” Loki says with longing etched into his voice.
“Lay back down, I want to look into your eyes.” Loki flips back down onto his back and Thor takes the dominant position on top of his lover. Loki wraps his legs instantly around Thor’s hips and cants his own to give Thor easy access. They come together in one fluid motion that is powerful, gentle, and excruciatingly pleasurable. There are tears in Loki’s eyes and Thor leans to kiss them away. Loki feels so filled. Thor interlaces one of his hands with Loki’s. They never break eye contact. Every pleasurable twitch, spark, and stroke is displayed on their faces for the other to see. Thor is plunging into Loki deeply and purposefully. The rainstorm outside is loud and thick with heavy rain drops.
“Thor…..Thor…..I….I….I’m come……I’m coming Thor….” Loki looks almost pained. Thor reaches between them and wraps his hand around Loki’s length. Thor only has to pump it a few times before Loki spills all over himself and Thor’s fingers. Thor continues to rock into Loki, pickup up speed. Thor takes his pleasure now, stroking into Loki hard and fast. Loki strokes Thor’s golden head, encouraging his lover.
“I’ll keep your seed inside of me where it belongs.” Loki whispers to Thor. The mental image sends Thor over the edge and he thrusts in deep one last time before finally spilling. They lay there for a moment entangled in one another breathing heavily.
“Thor in the night table, there is a glass object, hand it to me.” Loki instructs. Thor leans over, pulls the drawer out and grabs a clear glass anal plug. It is small. Thor looks at it curiously as if trying to determine its purpose. Loki takes pity on him.
“Put it inside me.” Loki says. Thor’s eyebrows arch up at this. Then he smiles. Loki spreads his legs once more and Thor looks down at his handiwork. Loki’s hole is red and swollen. Small amounts of Thor’s spend is dripping out of Loki. Thor presses the tip of the plug into Loki hole and it glides right in. The object seats itself well, and Loki moans at the sensation.
“There now. Your seed will not leave me until I take it out.” Loki says with a smile. He hops up and heads to the bathroom for a quick shower as Thor switches out the bed linen. They both fall asleep that night much like they will do most every night, satisfied and content.

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The first month of Thor’s rule is difficult for him. Thor hates the dry mundane business of tax collecting, maintaining food reserves, settling disputes, and punishing criminals. Well, punishing the criminals is actually kind of fun, but it is the one exception. Loki keeps him focused. They figure it out as they go, with advice and encouragement from their parents, who are never very far away. The first two years of Thor’s rule go by in a blink. It is not until Heimdall brings Thor’s attentions to Midgard that the quiet peace of their lives is once again disturbed.
Heimdall calls Thor’s attention to a battle taking place (yet again) in New York City. An army of robots has attacked. Thor stands before the gate and nods to Heimdall. He disappears in a glow of rainbow light as his body is sent hurling towards Earth. Loki stands out on the balcony with worry in her heart. She/he loves Thor, and Thor loves her; so much so that his jealousy could destroy them both. They are content here in Asgard. Thor returning to Midgard will open an old wound. Loki fears for Steven.
Down on Earth the battle rages. Tony is relieved to see some help arrive. They need it. They are badly out numbered. Thor calls the lightening and targets the robots, which overload in droves and drop like rocks. Clint is badly hurt and Natasha is fighting to just keep him from bleeding out. Steve has a broken arm. The Hulk is fine but even the sheer number of robots were too many for him to contain. If Thor had not arrived when he did, the fight would have been lost. Thor looks around at his injured friends and realizes they need medical attention and fast.
“Heimdall, summon Lady Eir and tell her to bring her potions bag with her. She must hurry!” Thor yells at the sky. A moment later the sky lights up and Thor knows that the too quick response can only mean one thing.
“Loki.” Thor mutters to himself. Loki is in her female form. Thor becomes acutely aware that Steven is standing not 10 feet behind him. He bristles at the competition. Loki’s hair rises on the back of her neck. She knows this is a stupid idea. She shouldn’t be here, but Lady Eir would have taken forever to get to the Bifrost and Clint would be dead well before then. She, Loki, owes a debt. Loki runs to where Clint lay and pulls forth a bottle of green liquid from thin air.
“I don’t think he’s capable of swallowing just now.” Natasha says.
“He won’t need to. Pour this over the wound.” Loki commands. Natasha snatches it from Loki and does as she instructs while Loki moves her hands and chants something Natasha doesn’t understand over her lover’s limp pasty body. The bullets pop out of Clint’s wounds and the holes close up. The color returns to Clint’s face and then his body jerks as he gasps for air.
“Holy Shit I think I saw Jesus. He looked pissed.” Clint exclaims.
“Yes well, your god is a rather jealous god. He doesn’t like competition.” Loki replies dryly. Speaking of jealous gods….
Loki turns and looks at Thor and then Steven. Though Steven is clutching his injured arm he is still managing to stare Thor down hard. Shit. Loki clears her throat to break their gaze. The men turn to look at her.
“Hello Steven.” Loki tries to say in an even tone. Her voice breaks. Why is her voice breaking?
“Loki. I thought that you turned back into a man?” Steven says accusingly.
“Loki spends much of her time in her male form, including while making love.” Thor says bluntly, like a dog pissing on its territory. Steven backs off. His gaze drops to the ground realizing he’s lost this particular battle. Loki is no longer his. Loki is no longer the Loki he fell in love with. He knows that. He has known it since that day Loki came to him as a man and kissed him. But seeing HER again, it is like she never left. It is like she was kidnapped, or missing, or had simply fallen into a deep sleep like Snow White and has at long last returned to him. It’s not true of course. She is not HIS Loki, but it still hurts to look at her.
“Thor, I need to see to Steven’s injury. Go help Tony secure the perimeter.” Loki orders. Thor gets angry and almost opens his mouth to protest, but the look she shoots at him even makes Thor quiver in fear. He holds his tongue and then flies up into the sky in a huffy manner.
“Let me take a look at that arm.” Loki says. The shoulder is out of socket and the forearm is shredded. A lesser mortal would be unconscious and in shock. Loki pulls another bottle of green potion out of thin air and pours it over the eviscerated muscle. Steven screams at the shoulder shifts and pops back into socket. Tears are in his eyes, but he is not certain if it is from physical pain or emotional pain. He weeps. He weeps loudly and openly and messily. Loki’s heart breaks for him. She did this to him.
“I miss you.” Steven cries. “I’ve missed you so much. It’s like you died that day and I’d give anything to have you back. I-I’d even try…I’d be willing to try to be with you as a man…” Steven stutters out.
“No Steven. Sweetheart, that is not who you are. I would never expect you to change yourself so completely just to please me. A love like that cannot survive. You know that.” Loki says soothingly. Steven knows she’s right, but it hurts, still. Loki continues. “Thor and I are married now. I am Queen of Asgard. I have duties and obligations to perform. I have made solemn vows and I will keep them. Do you understand?” Steve nods. He values the sanctity of marriage. Most people these days do not. It is the last nail in the coffin. After more than two years of pining for a memory, Steven finally lets go of his love for Loki. With nothing further to say, and with Steven’s arm healed, Loki steps away to talk with the others.
Tony and Thor lands moments later. Thor tries to look tough and intimidating but Loki knows better. He’s frightened he’s about to lose her. Loki grabs her husband and kisses him deeply.
“I love you more than the rising sun, and when we get home I’m going to prove it to you.” Loki whispers in a naughty voice. She turns to Tony and pulls out yet another magic potion. This one is red and in a much smaller bottle.
“Tony, this is a love potion. I want you to use it on Steve. Find him a nice girl, you know what I mean, and feed it to them both. He’ll feel more happiness than any mortal can bear, and she along with him. It is a blessing. Choose wisely. He doesn’t need to be paired off with a psycho bitch.” Loki hands Tony the bottle and turns back to Thor.
“Let’s go home.”

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