To Be Reborn The Butterfly

It started with baby steps. Literally. Loki had to relearn how to walk. It took a couple of days of her timidly padding about with Frigga on one side and either Thor or a wall on the other. Once she learned how to walk, she learned how to run. Frigga has been an exhausted mess ever since. So have Frigga’s handmaids. Loki runs EVERYWHERE. She is an easily distracted toddler in the body of a full grown woman with the legs of an Olympic sprinter. Kelda, Frigga’s 4th handmaid tags Thor on the shoulder.

“You’re…it…My…Prince.” She pants before plopping down on the floor in a heap. Thor smiles. The woman’s hair has frizzed out from its orderly up-do, making her look much older and more haggard than she really is. Loki darts down the hall like lightening in her nightgown. They are lucky she is wearing that. Loki is not fond of clothing. Thor gives chase and Loki squeals in delight. She hasn’t managed to form words yet, but they are starting to figure out the sounds she makes. She gets certain looks on her face when she is hungry or needs to relieve herself or gets tired.

Thor catches her and throws her over his shoulder. Loki giggles at first from the sensation, but starts to squirm as she realizes that Thor is taking her back to her room so that she can be dressed in those awful clothes. She starts to kick her legs in protest and Thor gives her a good natured swat on her behind to quell her movements. Loki is stunned by the punishing gesture and starts to sob uncontrollably. Thor sets her down on the bed.

“There, there Loki. I am sorry. I did not mean for it to hurt. Don’t cry. Shh. Shh.” Thor is petting her head and wiping away her tears. She curls into his chest and he rocks her a bit to comfort her. After a few minutes Loki is all better and Thor picks out a dress for her to wear. Loki sticks her bottom lip out in a pout. Frigga and two of her handmaids come into the room, relieved to see that Loki has finally been cornered.

“We’ll take over my son.” Frigga beams.

“Yes mother. I’ll be out on the training grounds if you have need of me.” Thor smiles and leaves. Frigga dresses Loki in a rather unflattering dress. She had a wardrobe tailor made to play down Loki’s ample bosom and womanly curves. She needs the people to see Loki for the child that she is. Frigga fashions Loki’s long black hair into two pigtail braids with green ribbons on the ends. As boxy as the dress is, Loki still look comely. She could make a potato sack look good.
Once Frigga has finally succeeded in dressing Loki she decides on what she wants to do with Loki today. The last three days Loki has been confined to the palace. But the Queen knows the time has come for the people to see their new princess and accept that this is not a ruse or illusion. She takes Loki out to the market, having handmaids on all sides of her to keep her from breaking away. The people of Asgard stare at her openly as she passes. Loki doesn’t notice at first. She is too distracted by all the pretty colors and strange objects. She points at everything she finds to be of interest. Her mouth moving silently as if she is trying to assign names to things that she has made up herself. After a while, however, Loki starts to notice the emotional atmosphere of the citizens around her and starts to cower in the safety of Frigga’s skirts. Frigga senses Loki’s unease and decides to take her child out of the bustling city center and back toward the training grounds where Thor will be.

Sif and Fandral and just finishing up a round when Frigga and Loki arrive. Frigga sits down on one of the benches as Loki makes herself comfortable on the ground. She lays on her tummy and perches her elbows so she can rest her head in her hands. Her feet are playfully dangling up in the air as she watches the warriors mock fight with rapt attention. She looks like a sexy older version of Laura Ingles from Little House on the Prairie. Thor walks over to them.

“You have ventured outside the palace today. How was the market?” Thor asks smiling.

“Curious, anxious, and angry. The people will need time to adjust. I’m going to bring Loki to dinner tonight so that everyone may look upon her and watch her, so they may see that she is someone new.” Frigga says with a grim face. Loki looks up at them and smiles, not understanding the conversation. Volstagg comes up to Thor and challenges him to a spar so that he may humiliate his friend in front of his mother. Thor’s eyes sparkle with excitement.
The men take up their positions and begin their blows. The first sound of metal on metal clanging is a shock to Loki and she sits up. Frigga notices she is getting upset and bids her to sit next to her.

“It’s alright my darling, it’s just a sparring match, it’s not real. Volstagg isn’t going to really hurt Thor.” Frigga comforts her. But Loki still doesn’t understand. Volstagg knocks Thor on his butt and brings his practice blade about for what would be a killing blow….

“THHHHOOOOORRRRR!” Loki screams. Volstagg stops mid-swing and looks at her. Everyone does. She just said her first word. Loki is crying and gets up and runs to them, but instead of running to Thor she runs to Volstagg and starts beating his chest and kicking him much like a small child would. It is very sweet and very amusing until ice daggers start to form on Loki’s hands. Everyone gathers around her quickly to still her movements.

“Loki it’s okay. I’m fine. Volstagg wasn’t really hurting me. Shh. Shh.” Thor pets her head to calm her. Frigga is there soothing her as well. They lead her away. Loki clings to Thor as he carries her all the way back to her room. Thor looks down on her feeling a warmth and contentment he has not felt for a very long time. He hasn’t been able to just love Loki and show a simple affection towards him in so long. He loves this transformation. This is what fatherhood must feel like. Thor looks down at Loki and suddenly he wishes he had children of his own. Thor can feel Loki’s body next to his. Her firm slender legs and small waist. Her pert perky nipples are hard and he can see them through the contours of her dress. Suddenly all those thoughts meld together and Thor feels a hardness down below he did not expect. His pace quickens and he dumps his sister unceremoniously onto her bed and turns to their mother.

“I have to go. I have duties I must see to.” He flees the room like a frightened teenager. Frigga is confused by her son’s sudden change in demeanor. He was all smiles not two seconds ago. Thor rushes back to his own private quarters. He has to make an effort to NOT slam the door shut. Thor runs to the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror.

“Loki is your sister. She’s a child. No, No, NO!” Thor rakes his hand over his face as he realizes he still has an erection, and it is not going away any time soon. Can’t masturbate right now, he’ll think of Loki surely, as he does it. He needs a warm body. He pokes his head out in the hall and searches for a willing body. A beautiful young blonde servant is walking by and he calls to her. She is about to ask her prince how she may be of service when his eyes rake her body from head to toe. She sees his lusty gaze and knows what he wants. The God of Thunder wants to fuck her raw. She says nothing but smiles and nods silently in agreement. She enters his bedchambers where Thor proceeds to pound his cock into mercilessly for hours until she can barely walk.

“There you are! What the Hel have you been doing all afternoon? You have been neglecting your chores. Get to work.” The head maid says to the girl. The other servants take notice of her. There is pain etched into her face and it becomes obvious that there is a problem. The girl sits gingerly down on a kitchen chair and winces.

“Ericka! What happened to you?”

“Prince Thor and I…..It was wonderful but he was just a little too vigorous for me. What time is it?”

“It is almost time to serve the evening meal.” The head maid says.

“5 hours! He rutted me for 5 hours.” Ericka says exhausted and worn.

“Rutted? You make the Prince sound impersonal.” Says another servant girl. Thor is known to lay with the servants every once in a blue moon, and he is usually a very generous and considerate lover. His stamina is legendary.

“Aye! Rutted! It was extremely pleasurable the first couple of hours, but it became pretty obvious after a while that he was thinking of someone else. The way he just kept going….it was desperate. I felt like I was a poor substitute for whoever it was he was really wanting.” She looks around the room at her fellow servants and friends. Everyone goes quiet. The tension in the room is palpable. Everyone is thinking the exact same thing, but none dare air their suspicions out loud.

The evening meal is served as Loki makes her first appearance at the high table of the feasting hall since the day of the…rebirth. Thor sits next to her, feeling much relaxed and relieved. He hadn’t had sex in a while and just needed an outlet. That’s all.

“Thor!” Loki blurts out. “Thor, Thor, Thor.” Loki babbles. She is proud of the sound she is making with her lips.

“Can you say Mama?” Frigga asks her. Loki stares at Frigga’s mouth in concentration. Her lips move silently like she is trying to mimic her.

“Mmmma! Maaa! Mama!” Tears stream involuntarily from Frigga’s eyes at the sound. Everyone is watching them. Sif is sitting with her warrior friends as she watches the scene. At the training ground she’d watched Loki with disbelief and suspicion, convinced that this was all a grand trick and that Loki was still very much Loki. It is when Frigga starts feeding Loki that Sif realizes this is no act. Loki had far too much pride to feign an inability to feed himself. Loki tries to eat everything with her hands and makes a mess of herself. Frigga is constantly wiping her face. She is relearning how to use silverware.

She really is just a child.

Odin is watching with a small warm smile on his lips and worry in his eyes. He so afraid of suffering more heartbreak. He doesn’t know what he will do when Loki starts asking questions about herself and her past. Sooner or later Loki is bound to notice that she is the only one in the feasting hall with blue skin. Sooner or later she will overhear people talking about how she used to be a he. She will learn that she had a whole other life before this one. She will undoubtedly react the same way as before. She is still Loki.

Thor laughs and smiles the entire evening as he and his mother dot upon Loki and her amazement with every new thing she encounters. The people in the feasting hall cannot ignore the sheer joy the royal family is showing from her presence. They are relieved for them. The King, Queen, and Prince have not been happy since the day of Thor’s botched coronation. The kingdom had spent over a year grieving Loki, believing him dead, and then hating him when he turned up alive and reaping more havoc and destruction in another realm. He’d destroyed so many lives.

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