To Be Reborn The Butterfly

Loki looks at herself in the mirror and frowns. She hates her clothes. She wants to feel pretty. Why can’t she wear clothes like what mother wears. Ever since Midgard Loki has been acutely aware of the way she looks. That was 3 months ago. Thor has been acting strange as well. He doesn’t spend as much time with her like he used to, and anymore she only sees him when he is surrounded by other people. She hates sharing him. Loki decides to go into her enormous closet and look for something to make this atrocity more appealing to the eye. In the front of the closet are all the dresses she is familiar with, but further in the back are a bunch of clothes she has never seen before. She inspects them and realizes they are men’s clothes, and they look like they might fit. Anything is preferable to what she is currently wearing, and if Lady Sif can wear men’s clothes then why can’t she? She finds a set of clothes that have a matching trouser, shirt, and long coat. It is black with green and gold trim. She loosens the laces around the hips to give her more room and tightens the buckles and straps around her waist to cinch it in. She looks powerful, beautiful, and even a little menacing. She likes it.

She admires herself in the mirror for several minutes before stripping again to try on something else. It isn’t long before there is a massive pile on her bed of all the pretty things she wants to wear. She finally decides on her first ensemble before putting everything back. In the back of her mind is yet another question needing an answer. She suspects these clothes belong to the man in the painting.

Tomorrow she will surprise everyone. She’s been dressing herself and getting to breakfast on time all by herself all week. Mother insisted she learn how to do these simple things without assistance. She can’t wait to show off her new look to everyone. Loki considers her hair for a moment. She doesn’t know how to fashion her hair to look like her mother’s, she decides she’ll just leave it down.

Thor is sitting next to his mother filling his plate when Loki walks into the hall. For a moment Thor thinks he sees his brother again. He has to do a double take. Loki is wearing his brother’s old clothes, and she looks ravishing. Her beautiful raven hair reaches her waist and billows in the wind as she moves. Her clothes have been let out and cinched in to compliment her curves. She is a fearsome creature to behold, and Thor feels a stirring in his loins that is not wanted. Other men in the all have taken notice as well. Loki stops in front of the table before the family for their inspection. She places her hands behind her back in a playful manner.

“Good morning Father, Mother, Thor. How do I look?” She smiles brightly and mischievously.

“You look lovely my dear, but those are men’s clothes? I’ll send the palace seamstress to see you after breakfast and have her fashion some new outfits for you.” Frigga says smoothly, hoping to avoid the question of WHY there are men’s clothes in Loki’s closet to begin with. YES! Loki thinks. A new wardrobe is exactly what she is wanting. This is the best decision she has ever made.

Breakfast continues and Thor avoids looking at Loki as much as possible, opting to sneer at any men whose gaze lingers a little too long over Loki’s lithe form. Fandral was among them. His friend is going to pay dearly for that in the sparring arena today. Loki finishes her meal quickly and excuses herself to return to her room. Frigga turns to her husband.

“Dear I do believe it is time that we discuss the topic of sex with Loki.” She says. Odin grunts his reply.

“I’ll leave it in your capable hands wife.”

“Coward.” She admonishes her King.

Breakfast concludes, and as promised, the palace seamstress arrives at Loki’s chambers to fit her for new gowns. Loki grins enthusiastically as she selects the colors and fabrics she likes. She instructs the seamstress to fit and cut her clothes just so. The first of her dresses is finished within the hour. It is a beautiful silk emerald dress. It has a high neck collar and form fitting long sleeves and bodice. The skirt is full and flares out at the hips. Every inch of Loki is covered, save for her head, and her back. The back of the dress is exposed from the base of her neck to the small of her back. It is unexpected looking at it from the front, and very erotic to look upon in the back. She loves it. Loki pins her hair up in a simple bun and leaves the seamstress to finish up making her other dresses. She rushes to the training ground to show off her new outfit to everyone. Well… to one in particular.

Thor and Sif are busy beating the hell out of each other when Loki takes a seat on one of the benches. The round concludes with Sif on her back. Thor offers her a hand up and the gentle friendly touches of comradery they exchange make Loki green with envy. The couple spot Loki on the bench and the icy look she shoots Sif is unmistakable. Thor stills at the sight of Loki’s beauty. For a brief moment the raw desire radiates from his face. Sif looks between the two and the sexual tension between them is obvious. Thor makes some pathetic excuse to leave and goes into the men’s bath house to hide. Sif looks back at Loki. She is definitely not mistaken. Loki views her as a sexual rival for Thor! Loki gets up and leaves. Now that Thor is gone she has no reason to linger.

“What was that all about?” Fandral chimes in.

“Tell me you did not see it too?” Sif asks in a scandalized voice.

“See what?” Volstagg asks.

“Thor and Loki! They…they’re….I think they are being…Intimate!”

“Sif! Shame on you, those are just nasty rumors made up by people that hate Loki.”

“Did you not see the way they looked at each other just now? Loki looked at me like she would kill me if I ever so much as accidently bump into Thor again. She wants him, and more importantly Thor wants her too! I saw the way he looked at her.” Sif and her three warrior friends look at each other. They’ve suspected for a while. The way they look at each other when they think the other is not looking. But other people are watching them, and it is pretty obvious that they are attracted to each other. Only the King and Queen seem to be oblivious to it.

“So what do we do?” Fandral asks.

“I need to tell the Queen.” Sif says.

“No lass. This is a private affair and we should not get involved.” Volstagg counters.

“But if word gets out that The Crowned Prince and Princess are having relations it would be
scandalous!” Sif exclaims.

“Not really.” Says Fandral.

“How can you say that!” Sif looks at friend in wide eyed shock.

“It’s not like they are related by blood. For crying out loud, she’s BLUE. Half of Asgard doesn’t even view her as a member of the royal family anyway. Maybe they should get together.”

“They do too think of her as Odin’s family.” Sif says. Hogun finally chimes in with his opinion.

“Thor and Loki desire each other. When have we ever known either of them to not succeed in getting what they want?” Hogun is right. Loki is tenacious and Thor is an unstoppable force.

“Are you suggesting that we just sit back and let this happen?” Sif asks with defeat in her voice.

“Aye lass. It will be good for them both.”

Once Thor rounds the corner he uses Mjolnir to fly back to the balcony of his room. He takes a cold shower but to no avail. He needs to rut something, someone. Thor puts some trousers on to hide his modesty and pokes his head out his bedroom door. A pretty little redheaded maid walks by and he calls to her.

Loki is walking down the hall towards Thor’s room. Thor left without saying a word about her new dress and she is furious. Doesn’t he know that she made herself pretty for him! She is practically racing to his room, but as she gets closer to his chambers she starts to hear noises coming from within. The noises are strange and coming from two different people. Loki grabs the door handle and walks in.

Thor has the maid up against the wall and is fucking her brains out. They are both moaning loudly as skin slaps against skin. Loki doesn’t understand what she is seeing. Loki feels throbbing and wetness between her legs as she watches Thor make his powerful thrusts. She also feels a stabbing pain in her chest and tears in her eyes.

“Thor?” Loki asks as betrayal sweeps her face. Thor stops abruptly. He sees Loki looking at
him and the horror of it fills him with dread. Loki turns and runs away crying.

“LOKI!” Thor cries out. He completely forgets the maid he was just fucking as he tries to close his trousers and chase after her. But there are too many people in the hallway and he can’t risk making a bigger scene. Thor closes the door to his room and quickly redresses. The maid pulls down her skirts and leaves without a word.

Thor charges down the hall to Loki’s room. He must speak with her. He doesn’t know what he’ll say, he just knows he must fix this. He opens the door to her room to find her face down on the bed sobbing. Her gorgeous back shudders with her gasping cries, and Thor knows deep in his bones that he has hurt her.

“Loki I…”

“How could you?” She whispers. It is a damning accusation for which Thor has no explanation. Thor slowly walks to Loki’s bed and sits timidly upon the edge. Loki feels the bed dip beneath his weight. She looks up at him with her eyes full of tears. Thor is crying too. He has spent the last several weeks avoiding her because he cannot have her. She’s his sister. It never occurred to him that she would desire him too, that her hugs and ill worded comments stemmed from more than curiosity, innocence, and ignorance. They stare at each other for a long time as tears fall silently down their cheeks. Thor moves down slowly and before he knows it, he is cupping her face in his hand and their lips are a breath apart.

He presses his lips to hers and Loki inhales deeply through her nose. But it is not just Thor she smells. She smells HER too, and the anger Loki feels from it slices through her body like a dagger. She pushes Thor away and then slaps him hard in the face.

“GET OUT!” She screams. Thor runs from the room knowing he’s caused irreparable harm. Loki lies on her bed and continues to sob uncontrollably. It isn’t long before the Queen hears of the disturbance from the servants and makes an appearance in her room.

“Loki my child, why are you so upset?”

“I hate him!”

“Hate who dear?”

“Thor!”

“Thor? Whatever for?” Frigga is truly perplexed. The servants had told her that her children had a fight, but didn’t say what that fight entailed. Loki doesn’t know how to respond. For some reason she doesn’t want to tell her mother about her feelings for Thor. She’s too ashamed.

“I walked in on Thor with a woman and they were….doing things to each other.” Things he should have been doing to me.

“Ah, I see. Loki my child, as it happens I was planning on having this talk with you today. But it seems my timing is a bit off. What you saw Thor doing is perfectly natural. All people do it. It is called sex. It is how babies are made.” Frigga goes on to explain procreation and sexual desires to Loki. Loki listens intently. Some of the information helps, but a new question is bothering her.

“So Thor was trying to make a baby with one of the servants?” Loki asks, her heart is fearful of the answer.

“Oh no dear. People have sex for pleasure as well as for baby making. Thor doesn’t lay with the servants often, and really the time is long overdue for him to find a wife. When Thor gets married he will make babies with her. As you will make babies with the man you chose to marry.” Loki realizes the implication of Frigga’s words. Unsaid but implied, is that Loki and Thor cannot marry each other.

“But who will want me Mama? I’m blue, my children will be blue too. No one will want me!” Loki bursts into tears.

“Hush now my darling. That is not true! You are a gorgeous girl and any man would be lucky to have you.” Frigga lies. She knows damn well the men of this realm are bigoted idiots. The wheels in Frigga’s mind start to turn. Now may be the time to introduce the camouflage. It would serve two practical purposes. One to make Loki less sensitive to the heat, and the other to make would be suitors more inclined to consider her. Loki will have a hard enough time finding someone, given her history. Her history is another thing that will need to be discussed soon. She and Odin need to make a decision.

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