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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor
  Character:
      Thor_(Marvel), Loki_(Marvel), Frigga_(Marvel)
  Additional Tags:
      Dark!Thor, Dark!Frigga, Under_the_surface, War_Prize!Loki, Jotunn!Loki,
      Intersex!Loki, Cunnilingus, Implied/Referenced_Dubious_Consent, Dubious
      Morality, Older!Thor, Younger!Loki, Alternate_Universe
  Series:
      Part 1 of A_Most_Royal_Service
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-09 Words: 4717
****** Battle Brought Home ******
by PPP3_(Quasi_Intellectual)
Summary
     Thor explores Jotunn Loki's intersexuality while Frigga guides
     approvingly.
     AU verse set in the wake of Jotunheim's defeat.
Notes
     Loki is very much bartered, to Thor's (eventual) great pleasure.
     Older (Asgardian Teen) Thor to Younger (not specifying but he is
     Adorable) Loki
See the end of the work for more notes
It was rare for Thor to be summoned to his mother’s quarters.
Queen Frigga was a welcoming queen possessing an open disposition that made her
beloved by the people who she treated graciously in turn. However she was
protective of her privacy and it had long been a rule that only her select
advisors and handmaidens could attend to her in her personal rooms. Under
normal circumstances, no man could be allowed beyond the reception area. In the
wake of Jotunheim’s defeat, a war Thor was proud to have played a decisive hand
in securing victory, circumstances were far from normal. Thor himself had just
arrived directly from the battlefields, still stained with dirt and snow,
though thankfully not feeling as cold anymore.
Still, a formal summons from his mother was far from what he expected.
At the golden entry, Thor nodded to the twin valkyries who bowed back. When
presented with the crimson lined scroll detailing his right to enter, a third
valkyrie detached from the shadows and indicated he should follow. This was
again odd as Thor expected his mother to be there to at least greet her only
son. He tried to shake off his apprehension, but found himself tightening a
hand around where Mjolnir rested on his belt nevertheless.
Through a maze of water gardens, orchards, and walkways (some which appeared to
cross over stunning heights of Asgard) Thor followed his guard, never once
letting her winged armor leave his sight as he became more and more certain of
what kind of enchantments his mother had placed on her part of the palace.
Though sophisticated, his people were warriors at heart, descended from
tribesmen and women who spent more time at war than at till. It was not
uncommon for Aesir families to be left behind for seasons at a time with the
sole responsibility of protecting their house from other warrior tribes. Many
developed technological traps or second homes to confuse invaders. Those with
Seidr used spells. Being of the Vanir, whose past very much resembles the
Aesir, Frigga had inherited many spells from her ancestors that allowed her
already grand quarters to appear larger than circumstance but laced confusion
into the minds of unwelcome intruders. That they would not lax even in the
presence of her princely son reminded Thor that Frigga was herself a warrior.
No one she disproved of was allowed inside. Or outside, Thor reminded himself
as he eyed the gilded bars lining the many doors and windows. He wondered if
they were always there or if Frigga had added them because of the war.
After what seemed like an eternity, his guard signalled for him to stop. Thor
puzzled for a moment at the open walkway ahead before a single finger turned
his gaze to a nondescript oak door near hidden by a peach tree.
Checking once for approval Thor made his way to the door barely grazing the
handle before it swung open, inviting him into shadows.
“I had hoped you would not dally, dear son. I so longed to greet you.” Cooed a
voice that brought a smile to his gritty face.
“You could have mother, but I am glad to have spared you the walk.” Thor
returned mischievously, not believing for a moment it would have taken his
mother as long as it took him to traverse her own chambers. He was still glad
for the maternally aggravated look he received, ever a boy at heart though on
the eve of twenty. He turned to look at her from where she stood by the sole
light in the small but ornate room. As always she was resplendent in gold even
under the shadows cast by her torch which spread forbidding lines across her
youthful face. His grip on Mjolnir eased nevertheless. This was his mother and
his enemies alone had reason to fear her. He drew her deceptively slight body
into a warm embrace, welcoming the smack she gave him for being dirty.
“You are here now so let us begin.” She indicated for him to sit in a leather
chair set beside her. The lights brightened, casting a familial glow to the
room that had been missing before. Without need of further prompting he sat,
gratefully accepting the mulled wine she magicked to them.
“I did not mean to worry you with the abrupt summons. I suppose I was just a
bit… excited with the turn of events.”
“We are all proud to be Asgardians today.” Thor responded loyally.
Frigga smiled indulgently. “More than that, my dear. In the hours following
much has occurred privately between our family and Jotunheim. A rough treaty
has already been drawn with King Laufey.” She took a sip as Thor paused to mull
over her words. Inwardly, she was proud of the patience he displayed, so
different from his brash younger years. Though he was still young, she thought,
taking in the tuft of his young beard and the last vestiges of boyhood present
in his cheeks. She also took in his scars, the smattering of blood nearly
hidden in the crimson lines of his cape. He was still growing up but he was
doing to proudly. His words pulled her out of her musings.
“We have the casket. That is our primary condition. Unless you mean to tell me
there were more spoils of greater interest than jewels and slaves.”
She smiled. “I do.” Finishing her wine with an unladylike swig she rose and
adjusted her skirt. “Follow me.”
She need not have prompted. From the antechamber Thor was led into a bathing
suite where his robes were laundered while he scrubbed the filth from his body,
redressing without ceremony. Though clean, the scars remained giving him a
brutal countenance that Frigga wholeheartedly approved of. From there they were
brought to a windowless chamber with no furnishings besides a single velvet
chair and a large pile of furs in the centre of the room. Gilded lamps cast a
greenish glow around the room, leaving much of it in shadow still. Leaving her
son at the door Frigga settled into the sole chair, facing Thor with a pensive
expression. Thor did his best to meet her gaze.
“Tell me, Odinson. Whose lives do you carry with you into the battlefield.”
“The lives of my people, mother. The citizens of Asgard.”
“And do you consider them your own?” She questioned.
Thor paused. There was a test in this discussion. Frigga had something for him
here but whatever it was it was not a gift. It was a right that he needed to
earn.
“I consider them my responsibility. No single one is subject to my sole
attentions.” He answered.
She tilted her head consideringly. Thor’s answer had surprised her but she was
not displeased.
“Your companions, then?”
“Are masters of their own fate, and I am blessed that they share it, and their
loyalty, with me.” Thor answered readily. The slow smile on Frigga’s face both
thrilled and worried him.
“You’re father is the same. Utterly devoted to all who serve him. I hold a
special place among them-“
“As you should.” Thor interjected, always loyal to his queen-mother.
Frigga smiled but continued. “-but I do not lighten his burden. I do not exist
solely for his sake and as such I can only stand beside him in times of
hardship. You will find that sometimes that is not enough.” She turned her head
away, stroking the side of her face thoughtfully before seeming to come to a
conclusion.
“I want you to have someone who exists solely for you. I want you to have
someone who has nowhere else to turn but to you; whose very existence depends
on you.” Her honey gaze bore into his. “I have wanted this for you ever since
you were a boy and I have carried this desire through many marriage
consultations and even slave auctions. I carried this desire still into our
private council with Laufey’s consort and now that this may be on the cusp of
fulfilment I want to know if this is what you want as well.” Her voice faded
into a whisper towards the end though her gaze never faltered.
Thor stared back. “You are giving me Farbauti?”
Thor had seen Laufey's consort before, from afar, and while a stunning sight of
blue and gold the giant held very little in the way companionable qualities.
Thor found his mind rushing through polite but firm denials should his mother
push the issue. He was relieved by her amused huff.
Shaking her head, Frigga gestured towards a shadowy corner. A single sullen
shadow pulled reluctantly from it's depths and Thor had to hold his breath to
keep from gasping at the sight before him. Rich blue skin covered every visible
surface, of which there was much, of the small body then stepped into the
light. The being was draped in gold from head to toe, intricate chains, cast
almost haphazardly, aided in connecting delicate wrist to regal neck, sliding
enticingly down a trim waist and into the fold of a pure white loincloth
wrapped around the strangers slim hips. The chains even found their way into
the braids woven into the creature's raven tresses, following them up until
they finally ended at the harsh tips of two elegantly curved sapphire horns.
By the norns, his mother had brought a frost giant into her sanctuary. Although
'giant' was certainly pushing it, Thor amended, his own height left him
standing well over the little one's pouting face.
"This is Farbauti's youngest, Loki." Frigga introduced, standing to place a
hand upon 'Loki's' small blue shoulder.
Thor startled. He knew Laufey had three children but he did not realise one had
been a runt. He had captured Helblindi on the battlefield while Byleistr had
fled deeper into Jotunheim. He had never met the third but he would never take
his mother for a liar and so readily believed the diminutive giant before him
to be the prince in question. Though barely. He certainly acted like a prince,
Thor thought, as the little thing gave him one dismissive glance before turning
to Thor’s mother with a huff.
Perhaps he should have taken greater care in dressing. Or perhaps the brat
could learn a thing or two about his position.
“Jewels and a slave, mother.” Thor teased, harking back to their earlier
conversation as he admired how the amethyst lines traced themselves over Loki’s
nubile young body. Now that he looked properly he could clearly see royal
delineations in the design.
“Companion.” Frigga corrected mildly, her small arm flexing as she guided her
nervous blue charge to the rug in the centre of the room, bidding him sit with
a kind, if firm, nod.
Loki sat readily and Thor noted how tense he was to have his back to the Aesir
Queen, who cast an imposing figure even out of full battle regalia. Clearly
this was no fool, spoiled though he appeared be. Frigga then motioned Thor
forward, gesturing for him to sit in front of her charge, who watched every
move Thor made warily. Once closer, Thor could not help but note how opposing
they seemed to be. His heavy armor and thick muscles made a dwarf of Loki, who
sat bare chested and lithely built. He found he did not dislike the
disparities, leaning in to give him a friendly grin, a practical baring of
teeth, while his blue gaze drank him in hungrily. All the while Frigga stood as
a wall against Loki’s back, keeping the princeling from shying too far back.
Loki was effectively trapped, sans prison sans chains-draperies aside.
“And he is to be mine?” Thor questioned, never letting his eyes leave Loki,
whose purple lips had lighted to pink from clenching. Thor could get very used
to that doe-eyed look of fear.
“He already is.” Frigga hummed, her tone implying lighter topics then lifelong
enslavement of Jotunn royalty.
“He doesn’t appear to agree, mother.” Thor pointed out, gesturing to Loki’s
sullen expression. How he wanted to bite at that pout until Loki’s lips were as
red as his eyes.
The Jotunn in question glanced miserably at Frigga, who seized his little chin
and turned it back towards Thor.
“Does that bother you, dear boy? The choice is inevitably yours. Just know,”
and here she stroked her leonine hand down blue, blue skin. “He is capable of
so much more behind his pretty face. His seidr is far advanced for his age with
promises of even greater power by the time he reaches maturity, or so his
tutors proclaimed.” Frigga did not add that neither the boy’s tutors, nor his
mother wished for such knowledge to be disclosed during the handover. Perhaps
they thought to give her a proverbial time bomb, a clever little insider. As if
Frigga would give her beloved progeny anyone she had not thoroughly vetted.
Speaking of.
“Loki, love,” she whispered in his ear, smiling when both he and Thor perked up
at her tone. “Why not show my dear Thor what you can do already. Such a pretty
little trick, I wish you had shown it to me more formally earlier rather than
foolishly using it to attempt escape.” Her fingers closed unforgivingly around
his little neck, causing the princeling to whimper and bow his proud little
head submissively. Thor watched amazed as a bright sheen appeared to swallow
his blue skin, leaving peach and pink in its wake until Loki was as Aesir as
either him or Frigga. Somehow the gold and silk, which looked culturally
fitting in his Jotunn form, appeared now to be obscenely seductive on his young
frame.
His attention was grabbed by a soft male voice. “By your leave, ah, master. I
promise to serve you well. I am well trained in Seidr but I am also very well
read! I speak many of the nine realm’s languages-I am sure I could be a most
loyal advisor…” His voice faded out as he glanced from Aesir prince to Aesir
queen, both bearing witheringly stony expression on their perfect features. It
would be nigh impossible to mistake Thor for anyone but his mother’s son, Loki
though, cringing. Whoever said he took after Aesir King Odin had obviously
never seen mother and son together. Or without their gregarious masks.
Thor could recognise the oily undertones in the boy’s attempt at eloquence.
This one had trickster ways and for his peace it would be best to keep him
occupied, particularly his clever little mouth. Speaking of which, Thor leered
into startling green eyes.
“Such clever suggestions, I shall take them to heart for when the need arises.
However, as such need has passed, with you having lost that opportunity to
prove your pretty words, I am afraid your other assets beg my attention.” Thor
claimed, delighting in the ever paling features.
“M-my seidr?” Loki tried, narrowing his pretty, pretty eyes enticingly, his
little nose scrunched in practiced confusion. Neither Thor nor Frigga could
hold back their laughs.
“That does interest me, boy, what can you hide under that lovely Aesir cloak of
yours?” Thor asked. Sensing her sons intentions, Frigga took the proverbial
reins, kneeling fully behind Loki and taking both little shoulders into her
hand.
“So much more, my dear son. Alright, Loki-pet, you may return to your prior
form. Entirely.” She ordered, smiling when the shoulders she held were blue
once more. Abruptly she stood, Loki nearly falling backwards at the loss of
pressure at his back, returning to her chair to sit.
Loki barely had time to comprehend the shift in position before Thor was
between his splayed legs, hovering menacingly over him-a kind smile played on
his golden face, hiding a domineering presence, Loki was certain.
“I take it I have your leave to inspect my potential gift, mother?” Thor
enquired, not taking his eyes off Loki for a moment. Frigga waved a single
hand, bidding him do whatever he intended. Loki barely bit back a whine at the
unfairness of his position.
“Loki, lift your robe.” Thor ordered, his tone brooking no arguments. Loki eyed
Thor for an agonising ten seconds before slowly, hesitantly, placing his hands
on the hem of his skirt. Glancing once more at Thor, and seeing no yield in his
expression, he lifted the cloth until the hem grazed his abdomen, baring
everything to Thor’s eyes.
Loki thought it was mocking how they allowed him to keep his loin cloth,
rendered useless by it’s position on his belly. The clinking of his jewellery
only heightened his insecurity, reminding him that he was near naked in a room
with two legendary Asgardian warriors. Deep inside a seidr sealing chamber
within a nigh-mythical labyrinth. His hopes of escape were dim.
At Thor’s expectant look, Loki clenched his fist around the linen in his hand
and spread his knees just enough to reveal his delicate manhood to the prince’s
unrelenting gaze.
Thor could barely withhold a smirk at the sight of Loki’s soft pecker, the sole
unadorned part of Loki’s body that he could tell. The appendage before him was
a darker blue than Loki’s skin, more matching his lips in colouring. At the
thought Thor had to bite back a moan as he imagined bending Loki’s lupine body
in half and bidding him wrap, no doubt protesting, lips around his own manhood
just so he might compare the colouring. It would be well within his right to do
so. Just as it was his right to lean forward and tickle his beard along the
thin length before him under the pretence of inspecting it. The jolting of the
thighs surrounding his chin showed his action to be well received, by his view.
Grabbing the boys left thigh in one thick hand, Thor slid his face down the
length the boys shaft, stopping to rest it on the boys hairless testes while he
nipped the thigh in his grip hard enough to leave bruises; secretly he hoped
they would bloom as purple as his other choice places. It was swiftly becoming
Thor’s preferred colour.
Loki didn’t know what to do. Never had he felt such roughness on his sensitive
organ. He wished Thor would stop, or do something else just take his rough
beard away but the hand on his thigh left him open to whatever assault Thor
wished.
“Spread your legs further, Loki.” This order surprised Loki for it came not
from his would-be master, but from the Aesir queen seated above them. The
surprise was replaced by a dread as Loki realised what exactly Queen Frigga
wished him to show her son.
Thor leaned back, grinning handsomely and not in the least perturbed to have
had his dawning fun interrupted. Loki wondered briefly what kind of
relationship the mother-son pair fostered and if he was the first to be caught
in their whims. He certainly prayed he would not be the last. He doubted even
he, a little master of manipulation, could manage to hold any control in this
relationship. Not that he would be anywhere near the Aesir queen sexually.
Frigga had made it quite clear he was for her son only, the threat of torture
evident in her eyes should Loki think to stray.
It was that very look that, when recalled, urged Loki to spread his legs until
they were wide enough for Thor to sit comfortably between them. Oh how the
adored little prince, spoiled and fawned over by all the Jotunn court, had
fallen. Though little did Loki realise, he was to be adored still but in a far
different manner.
Thor arched his brow at the secret wonder revealed to him: Loki’s cock had
stiffened and risen in the earlier play and from just beneath his juvenile
testes, Thor could make out the unmistakable furled lips of a quim. His earlier
smirk came back with a bloodthirsty edge, scaring the Jotunn prince enough that
he ‘eeped’ and made to escape, halted only by the joint glares shot his way.
Without another sound, Loki shifted back into his earlier position, biting his
lip until it bruised.
“Hold it open for him, lovely Loki.” Frigga purred delighting when her young
charge reached under his trembling thighs, little fingers pulling the lips of
his sex just enough to allow cool air to sweep over his sensitive little furl.
Thor found a strange longing burning in his chest. Like a starving man seeing a
fruit sliced open and presented, he drank in the sight of Loki’s untouched
young sex winking furtively in the ominous lighting. Well, previously
untouched. Thor reached out to trace a single work-roughened hand over the
presented cunt, dipping shallowly into the twitching hole to gather Loki’s
sweet honey before drawing his lubed finger up to Loki’s itty clit. Loki
spasmed violently, gasping and reflexively pulling his arms back, fingers still
hooked around his cunt causing him to unthinkingly revealing more of his juice
soaked cunt to his merciless master. His shivers began anew as Thor drew his
finger around his clit at a maddening pace. His loins tightened bit by bit with
each circumference until Loki felt himself part of some physical race to
completion he had no memory of joining. All at once the pace stopped and he
opened his eyes to twinkling blue eyes much too close to his own. Petal soft
lips drew near to reveal perfect teeth drawn into a devilish smirk.
“I’m going to make you scream.”
Loki barely processed the words before the finger on his clit was replaced with
a tongue as Thor lick, lick, licked his way around Loki’s trembling virgin
quim, digging his tongue into every dip and curve it could find. Unwittingly,
Loki threw his head back, digging his own nails into his soft blue thighs as
though at some metaphorical attempt to grasp the sanity which fled with each
swipe of Thor’s tongue. He whimpered and tensed at the feeling of a long thick
digit prodding his virgin opening, furled so tightly yet so wet from the
relentless stimulation.
Thoughts became lost as the circling of Thor’s tongue matched the circling of
his finger until his sensations came to a head at the first slow burning breach
of his canal. Loki kicked the ground and moaned as a gush of liquid from his
cunt left him seeing stars and wondering if he should just fall back and faint
to escape the new sensations.
“He comes undone so beautifully, mother.” Thor purred, swiping a hand
absentmindedly across his chin to gather the spend from both Loki’s cunt and
cock. Meeting glassy red eyes, Thor grinned wickedly before bringing his hand
to his lips and licking a long lewd stripe along his skin. In response, Loki’s
lashes fluttered while his cunt, still proudly open to Thor’s hungry gaze,
clenched rapidly around nothing.
“The first of many times, I should hope.” Frigga responded, golden eyes boring
into Loki’s curled figure. Loki did not want to ponder whether she meant over
time…or that very night.
Loki gasped and panted, folding his head to his knee but never once releasing
his thighs, out of habit more than obedience.
“I’m inclined to agree, I find myself taken with his taste.” Thor said amiably,
his light tone not matching his fierce expression. “In fact, I hunger for
more.”
Loki felt a broad fist encircle his ankle before he was pulled off balance,
grip lost as his flailing limbs sought purchase on the rug below him. While he
struggle, Thor grabbed his hips, pulling Loki close enough to swallow his cock
in one head-spinning suck. Loki’s hands barely found purchase on Thor’s golden
head, knees resting against broad shoulders while rough hands gripped his
buttocks bruisingly. Loki wrapped his arms around Thor’s head and keened from
the hot, wet mouth tormenting his formerly untouched cock. Thor’s tongue slid
down on end and up the other as he withdrew to the tip, nipping at his foreskin
before sinking right back down.
This continued at the same pace, neither fast nor slow, for what felt like an
eternity before Loki came. Thor sucked him through his release, dragging his
fingers over Loki’s ass to finger his rim teasingly, his other hand rubbing up
and down his sensitive spine. Loki cried and moved his grip to Thor’s
shoulders, dropping his head onto Thor’s golden mane until his sight, smell and
sensation were surrounded by nothing but Thor. He cried harder when at the the
end of his orgasm Thor continued to suck, adding further torment by dipping his
fingers into the spend from Loki’s cunt. His fingers found Loki’s rim and
proceeded to coat the whole outside of his ass until it was almost as wet as
the rest of his sensitive lower half. From one finger he worked Loki open to
two, suddenly pushing in deeply again and again until he hit a spot that caused
Loki’s spine to arch and his toes to curl as he was pulled into yet another
orgasm.
Thor swept his tongue one last time along Loki’s length in reward before
nibbling his way up his hips, stopping briefly to dip a tongue into Loki’s
quivering belly button. Secretly Thor thought his little Jotunn would look
lovely with some piercings. Especially little golden ones, perhaps with clasps
that Loki could connect his many necklaces to. It would be fun to be able to
reach over and tease his to arousal simply by tugging on a chain, and Loki
already proved to be so receptive to his new experiences. Thor grinned up at
the slack mouthed, blushing princeling who stared back down at him with
something akin to wonder.
Kneeling fully, Thor gave a light bite to one of his little purple nipples,
jutting out from Loki’s temptingly arched back. Thor nibbled until he felt it
swell just so under his tongue before turning his attention to the other one,
batting away Loki’s hands that reflexively tried to stop him, his movements
sluggish from the relentless pleasure Thor was subjecting him to. Once
satisfied, Thor stood to give Loki a deep kiss on his pouting lips, delivering
a stinging slap to his rear when he refused to open his mouth. At Loki’s
squeak, Thor drove his tongue into the purple mouth below him, mimicking the
movements his tongue had played on Loki’s weeping cunt just earlier.
XXX
“Is he to be mine alone?” Thor asked his mother, nibbling the quivering blue
skin underneath him between words.
Frigga hummed agreeably, content to soak in the scene before her.
Loki was once more splayed out on the rug, Thor’s head resting on his chest,
propped up by his left hand while his right hand idly traced the lines of
Loki’s quivering cunt. He was a mess of spilled fluid and bite marks already
fading into dark bruises that were certain to last a long while. Her son was
currently mouthing his way from one nipple to the other, pausing to drop
teasing nips on bits of unmarked skin. Despite his obvious exhaustion, Loki
moaned at each bite.
“I don’t see why not.” She finally replied. “You make a fine match and I hardly
think Farbauti would like the thought of Loki locked away in service to an
ageing queen. Better he stay with you and have more exposure to the outside
world-provided you keep him well enough in hand.” She finished warningly, not
liking the thought of having to put down an internal coup. Thor would be quite
upset if she had to mount his little pet’s head on a spike, attached as he was.
Thor responded with a wicked grin, scooting down to bury his head between
Loki’s thighs once more, inciting a resigned shiver from his captive.
Loki whimpered at the continued ministrations on his spent quim, clenching pale
knuckled fingers into the soft fur beneath him to keep from covering even a
single inch of his skin from Thor’s demanding gaze. Clever as he was, Loki
could tell when to yield as he awaited opportunity.
Trouble was, he did not believe opportunity would be coming for a long while.
Certainly not while under the thumb of these wolves in sheep clothing.
End Notes
     So I wanted to do this fic one of two ways. Either Thor and Loki were
     raised together or came to meet later, always by Frigga's design. I
     see her as the ultimate courtier, placing the good of her son above
     even another's happiness. Although I assure you, Loki is much much
     happier with Thor than he ever would have been with the other frost
     giants.
     Just to clarify, Loki did not lose is "virginity" virginity in this
     fic, though he certainly didn't come out unscathed! That scene will
     come later, hopefully after some more exploration into his and Thor's
     relationship as they age. I don't want this to be too plot heavy but
     this is an AU set post-Jotunn war so some politics are liable to come
     up.
     Hope you enjoyed! I may do some more Jotunn!Loki fics just cause I
     think that's a fascinating part of his character that very rarely
     receives the exploration it deserves.
     Thanks for reading! I am always open to suggestions for the story
     from my readers.
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