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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor_(Marvel)
  Character:
      Thor_(Marvel), Loki_(Marvel)
  Additional Tags:
      Dark!Thor, Dark!Frigga_(mentioned), War_Prize!Loki, Jotunn!Loki,
      Intersex!Loki, Dubious_Consent, Dubious_Morality, Alternate_Universe,
      mild_exhibitionism, Dominance, Dubious_Submission, Porn_With_Plot
  Series:
      Part 2 of A_Most_Royal_Service
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-01 Chapters: 1/? Words: 3638
****** Political Domesticity ******
by PPP3_(Quasi_Intellectual)
Summary
     Where apples are eaten but nothing else. Not yet, anyhow.
     Warnings for excessive talking, compared to other things.
Notes
     I refer to Farbauti as female because Thorverse needs more badass
     queens! Though as the Jotunn are intersex they can generally pick
     their gender pronouns.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Do Jotunn have maidenheads?” Thor asked idly. Loki choked on his bite of
apple.
The two were breakfasting on a terrace overlooking the vast Asgardian orchards.
From bolts along the walls many coloured canvases had been arranged to provide
shade for Loki’s sensitive Jotunn skin. The Jotunn in question had been
lounging on a pile of velvet cushions arranged in a semicircle around his lithe
frame. Thor was seated beside him on a low couch, head pillowed behind his
hands. He had been intimidating, Loki thought, normally bright features drawn
into a stern frown as he stared at the blossoming trees below him. Loki had
assumed he was contemplating some matter of state or succession and had been
content to sit in silence, munching on the occasional bite of fruit provided
for them on a low tray.
“I beg your pardon?” Loki squawked once he had dislodged the masticated fruit
from his throat. Thor grinned cheerily at him. How Loki longed to stab his
twinkling blue eyes with an ice dagger. Thor blinked innocently. “I felt I was
quite clear, or should I be more technical? Does your vaginal canal possess a
thin membrane which, when forced, punctu-“
“I understand what you mean!” Loki shouted. He glowered when Thor smirked at
his volume. Dammit, he should never let his foe shake his composure. As a royal
prince he had not only his own reputation to uphold but that of his entire
nation. Smoothly evening his features, Loki attempted to answer with as much
dignity as was currently possible.
“We Jotunn possess all of the reproductive functions as either of your genders.
By definition, yes, we tend to be born with…maidenheads.” Loki replied, lifting
his chin arrogantly at Thor’s amused countenance. The prince shrugged, “So do
you?”
Loki blinked. “No.”
Thor started, much to Loki’s carefully concealed amusement. Gathering himself,
Thor raised a single sarcastic eyebrow.
“Well, well, I never took you for the adventurous type, Princeling.”
Stifling his instinctive glower Loki raised his own brow, mimicking Thor’s
expression. “Only the brutish Asgardian mind would consider the loss of a
maidenhead as something solely explicit.”
“And only the prudish Jotunn would consider every other statement as some
sexual overture against them. I know about you from our diplomatic envoys…Can I
assume you lost it from your frequent riding trips?”
This time Loki did not bother to hide how he bristled. Trust his captor to toy
with him about a sensitive matter like this. Since his capture Thor had made it
a point to hide nothing from his easily startled captive, and expected the same
from Loki.
His days had indeed been indicative of this since his gifting to Prince Thor.
Mornings were spent being pulled into his bed and kissed until he could barely
breathe. While Thor got dressed Loki tended to be undressed, panting on the bed
as Thor’s deep blue eyes twinkled down at him. He couldn’t lower his guard
while bathing, more than one occasion finding him bent over in the bath and his
holes thoroughly explored by an ever searching finger. Even just walking around
the palace Loki had to be wary. At any time of day Loki could find himself
pinned to the wall, table, couch and teased until he came. Earlier that very
day he had been pinned to the wall and his nipples pinched and stroked until he
was rutting desperately against Thor’s proffered leg, coming almost instantly.
It seemed Thor was making him complicit in his own downfall.
Not just physically, Thor seemed to seek any opportunity to invade Loki
mentally as well. Idle comments about his relationship with his own mother led
to probing interrogations where Loki admitted he had grown up practically on
his mother’s knee, rarely meeting anyone else unsupervised. Horseback riding
was a passion of his because it allowed for time away from the suffocation. His
mother preferred her indoor spa quarters to galloping the harsh wintry
landscape surrounding their palace.
Used to being the manipulator, growing up the spoiled youngest with an entire
court at his whims, Loki was ill-prepared for the single-minded focus of
Asgard’s crown prince. What was worse was Thor normally gave the impression of
being lazy and scatterbrained in matters that didn’t include his instant
gratification such as war, training, drink and feasts. Loki initially found
himself placed at ease by the Jock-like brute and had initiated several plans
to mislead the prince (he had believed Frigga to be the sole mastermind of the
family). What Loki had not realised was that all of Thor’s projected impatience
masked a shrewd strategist. Whereas Loki’s strategy hinged on step by step
protocol with several contingencies Thor’s strategy relied on incremental
control founded within several areas. Loki would spend weeks constructing a
mental diagram of courtiers and their holdings going rank by rank. Thor would
glide through the social arena person by person, understanding who held what
power whether or not it was overt. While Loki was figuring how to blackmail
Jarl so-and-so about his wife’s possible adultery Thor would be drinking
buddies with the would-be adulteress’ lover, keeper of her husbands schedule
regardless of the secrecy the Jarl tried for.
While more obvious in his intentions towards Loki, Thor was not above using
these methods to learn everything there was to know about him. Normally he kept
the topic to innocent matters such as childhood pastimes. This explicit
questioning was a deviation from that norm and worried Loki greatly, though he
tried to hide it. This line of conversation hinted at an end Loki was loathe to
consider: For all of Thor’s groping and probing, he had never once entered
Loki. Loki had never even seen Thor’s manhood outside the outline of his
trousers.
The fact that he was expressing open interest in Loki’s sexual history (lack-
thereof, really) indicated an interest in becoming part of it. Or so he
assumed. For all of Thor’s strategies he was a glutton for conquest. Loki
simply presented a challenge for the crown prince to pursue in the idle weeks
after the war. If Loki wished to keep his, maybe not so, proverbial virginity
intact he would have to throw Thor off the scent.
“Yes,” he grit out, making a show of fisting his robe, “I am an experienced
rider and have been for several years. As is the case with many avid riders
there is the general expectation that one’s maidenhead tends to…wear away with
training. A perfectly natural end to a vestigial structure that in no way
indicates experience beyond horsemanship.” Loki wasn’t certain where he might
lead Thor in this talk but he hoped emphasising other activities might provide
a good basis.
Thor grinned idly, making Loki curl his fists at the coming barb. “Why so
defensive, princess? No one here expects you to stay pure for anything. Jotunn
marriage is a tradition you will never experience.”
Loki bristled as his lowly status was slapped in his face. For all of the
Asgardian luxuries he was privy to, it came at the cost of his freedom and his
pride. The Asgardians, Frigga and Thor, had singlehandedly decimated his
future. No formal holdings to call his own. No status cemented by a good
marriage. No future heirs, worthy of his status once grown. No, here he was
nothing. Owned nothing. All to satisfy the whims of a spoiled prince.
Keeping his expression controlled, Loki gathered his anger like armour.
Internally, he searched for the most vile, hideous insult he could slap in
Thor’s face. “Such a possibility has no place in this discussion.” Loki
replied, smoothing his robes idly, his downcast eyes hiding from Thor. “The
fact that you bring this up confuses me, my prince. Why talk of me belonging to
another, a Jotunn to be specific?”
Peeking beneath his lashes, Loki grinned as Thor’s lips tightened. Hoping to
wipe the smirk off his face entirely, Loki went in for the kill. “One might
even think you were insecure of your ownership over me.”
There was silence between them. Loki could practically hear his own heart
beating out of his chest. What would Thor do? What would he say? Anything he
chose would be in reaction to Loki’s words and he relished the power he had
over Thor in this very instant.
“Because it would bore you.”
Thor’s response was so quiet Loki almost thought he had misheard him.
“Beg pardon, what?” He asked, turning to stare at Thor’s somber expression.
“Face it princeling, you would be bored. For all the castles, horses and wealth
that comes with it, marriage will not stimulate you the way that clever mind of
your needs.”
Loki blinked, shell-shocked as everything he had ever known, ever come to
expect was thrown back in his face over a casual orchard brunch. Nights spent
in his mothers chambers, caressing fine spider thread silks as she detailed how
he might wear them for what nuptial ceremony; hovering under staircases and
evaluating the nobility that rotated through their manor for hunts; ever
whispered discussion with his playmates about which Jarl was single, desirable
or both. Petty little things in hindsight but it had seemed so important to
everyone around the prince that Loki, at the time, had thought there must be
something to marriage if so many people cared about. He was intrigued,
certainly, by the mystery and fanfare that surrounded the ceremony; the
importance of it in a monogamous society teasing his scholarly mind until he
itched to experience it himself.
In the back of his buzzing mind he knew: Thor was right.
In Asgard he had access to libraries that put the other realms to shame. Every
scholar flocked to Asgard and Loki had his pick of the litter for intellectual
discussion.
Asgardian court life was no less dull, with some scheme always afoot or some
scandal brewing in the background. Even as a designated outsider Loki still
found himself in the thick of the social life due to his close position to
Thor.
As for wealth, well, Loki regarded his gold belts, bracelets and rings that
almost casually adorned his soft blue flesh. Not even his Father’s imperial
palace had possessed the level of treasure sitting in Thor’s chambers.
Thor had him pegged, and worst of all Loki knew it. That did not stop him from
countering with the only piece he had left: his freedom.
“Regardless of the outcome, dear prince, the fact that I have lost that choice
should speak of my position here.” Loki spat venomously. "From morning to
night, my activities are decided by your whim. I have to beg your leave to even
open a tome for some leisurely reading, much less horse riding.” He prayed that
Thor would take his anger at face value and turn away from the lurid topic that
had begin their discussion.
Thor appeared to take the bait, humming thoughtfully and taking a bite of
fruit. Halfway through chewing he muttered, “I suppose I have failed to
consider how your new home may have affected your activities.”
Loki held his breath as Thor stroked his beard, deep in thought. “I suppose
there can be no harm indulging that activity, provided the proper precautions
were taken for your safety.” Thor’s thoughtful look changed to a grin and
Loki’s soaring hopes plummeted at Thor’s next words.
“Come here and show me just how ‘skilled’ you are at riding. Leave that,” Thor
waved a hand over Loki’s ensemble, “you won’t be wearing that while riding so
why wear it now.”
Loki bit his tongue around a sharp retort about how he wouldn’t normally be
riding naked either. Knowing Thor he might just make Loki ride undressed just
for his pleasure. Thor had a fascination with Loki’s bare blue skin, completely
at odds with the curious, sometimes horrified looks he received from other
courtiers. Very rarely was Loki’s torso covered and his outfits, made of
flowing petal-soft fabrics, allowed flashes of soft blue thighs with every
step. A standard style in Jotunheim rendered exotic among the heavy velvets of
the Aesir.
It was this garb that he slid from his body now, the pale fabric flowing down
his limbs like water until he wore only his gold. The cool orchard breeze did
nothing to soothe the heat left from Thor’s dark gaze. Stumbling slightly, Loki
stepped up to Thor’s chair, sliding one leg over his thigh and gripping his
belt in his hand like reigns.
Playing coy, Loki glanced at Thor from under thick lashes before tightening his
thighs and pulling his spine straight, head high. He looked every inch the
skilled equestrian and Thor could appreciate the familiar ease of his stance
even as he drank in the splendid sight of Loki naked, once again.
His very own Godiva, but for his eyes alone.
Loki’s nipples had pebbled once exposed to the air, almost seeking attention
while his little cock began to harden and furl. His thin abdomen tensed as he
held himself upright, posture properly centred directly above his waist. Were
it not for the purple flush trailing down his neck, Loki would look every inch
the royal prince. It awed Thor and something primal stirred in him.
How he longed to wreck Loki.
Trail purple hickeys along his skin and cover him in marks of ownership, both
physical and ornamental. He had already begun gathering trinkets just for him
to wear.
“Post.” Thor ordered, unthinking of anything but seeing that lithe body in
motion.
Loki’s jaw clenched but his abs tightened deliciously as he pulled himself
upright, kneeling over Thor’s legs but still forced to look up at him due to
his shorter stature.
Thor hoped Loki never reached a growth spurt, it was so nice to be able to take
in every inch of what he owned: from his silky black strands to his blue pebble
toes. He adored every inch of his beautiful companion.
Loki, on the other hand, was feeling incredibly vulnerable. He had steadily
gotten used to Thor’s incessant exploration of his body but those acts had
always been confined indoors. Always intimate places to match their intimate
moments. Exposed in the middle of the royal orchard, Loki had nothing for
protection but Thor. In this open area, only Thor’s broad stature and warm
hands resting on his thighs provided coverage for the little Jotunn princeling,
shaking like a leaf under the warm sun. Most humiliating of all was the thrill
he felt at his position. He had loved riding because the big beast under him
made him feel safe. It was stronger than him, faster than him, oftentimes three
times the size of him but it was Loki who held the reigns. Loki’s thighs that
guided his steed wherever and however he wished. The power he held over a
powerful creature had thrilled him. Here, sitting astride Thor’s lap and bereft
of all coverage Loki was anything but in control. And he knew it. Every nerve
in him vibrated with the tenuous balance he held with Thor. At any moment Thor
could decide enough was enough and throw him to the cushions, spread his legs
and attack his tender nether regions. Thor had done so before. It seemed almost
whimsical on his part if it wasn’t for the singleminded devotion Thor put into
pulling orgasm after gut quivering orgasm from the princeling. Thor delighted
in Loki’s release, letting it fuel him him into a frenzy that he satisfied with
his tongue and fingers. But that was as far as he took it. Never once had Thor
sought release through Loki’s body.
Thor reached out his hand, tenderly trailing his fingers across Loki’s neck,
stroking his adam’s apple as he gulped fearfully. From there he traced his
fingers between Loki’s nipples which tightened in response. The fingers paused
but the raised peaks were nonetheless ignored in favour of tracing down to his
thighs. The tips of Thor’s weapon roughened hand dug just slightly into the
sensitive juncture of Loki’s thighs before folding over to graze his testes
just so. Loki instinctively followed the hand as it drew back, posting
invitingly onto his knees before remember himself and attempting to sink back
down. Quick as a whistle, Thor’s hand drew itself around his slim member,
squeezing warningly when Loki tried to draw back. Loki whimpered and followed
the rough hand as it drew him back upright, bracing his hands on Thor’s
shoulders when the fingers kneaded his base.
From his position by Thor’s head he hears every lewd whisper as Thor slowly,
tenderly strokes him higher.
“How sweetly you tremble under just one hand.”
“Have you missed my touch? It was just this morning I made you tremble like
this.”
“I can’t imagine you living without it anymore.”
“Has there ever been a time you could resist me?”
“I haven’t even fully taken you and you react as though you are mine.”
His last comment had Loki shuddering, his tight hole clenched around nothing
while his cunt moistened traitorously. He couldn’t help it, the thought of this
strong, cunning prince inside him, owning him in every sense of the word. Even
more, the feeling of having Thor’s sole attention on his, watching as the brute
finally came undone due to him, to Loki-he shuddered again. All of this did not
go unnoticed and Thor paused a moment to sweep his calloused thumb over Loki’s
sensitive tip before darting down to clench his base.
Loki gasped indignantly at the denied release, whining slightly and curling his
fist into Thor’s broad shoulder. Under Thor’s soft shushes and gentle kisses he
slowly came down, almost calm again when Thor began his maidenly pace once
more.
Loki bit his lip and closed his eyes in an attempt to hold back tears of
frustration. Was this Thor’s game? To drive him mad? To what end though…he
could already do whatever he wished to Loki. What could he possibly need form
Loki in return.
“Did that hurt, Sweetling? Am I tormenting you? Well, not just that I imagine.”
Thor muttered as he stroked Loki’s head again, feeling his little captive
shudder against him, knees locked tightly around his thighs as if to ensure
Thor wouldn’t run away. His demanding little princeling, Thor thought
affectionately.
“I excite you, don’t I? Clever thing like you must have been dying of boredom
on that icy reserve. Not anymore, now you have everything you could ever want.”
Gently he grasped Loki’s chin, turning it towards the wide expanse of the
orchard before them, reminding his princeling once more of how bare he was, how
exposed. When his princeling shuddered and tried to turn away Thor let him,
wrapping his arm around Loki’s shoulders as he drew nearer for comfort.
“Shh, shhh precious, do not fear. Only I shall ever have you, whether to feed
my eyes or my appetite.”
Loki glowered at the possessive words, turning his head to hiss in Thor’s face,
“How dare you presume to own me. Yes I am your captive and at your mercy but
you have done nothing to earn me. Mother dearest sought to spoil you and thus
here I am. No other reason.”
He pulled back, expecting some sort of retribution but paused at the thoughtful
look on Thor’s face.
“I suppose that is true. Were it not for Queen-mother neither of us would be
where we are right now. Not that we should take that lightly.” Thor tugged
warningly on Loki’s member, causing him to wince even as his cunt wetted. “She
is a force beyond our reckoning, wiser to enjoy her benevolence than invite her
ire.”
Loki thought back to his time with her. Pinned under her golden gaze even his
silver tongue had turned to lead. For once it appeared his captor showed more
sense than the Jotunn prince.
“Nor is it wise to invite mine, my clever princeling.” Thor laughed, his smile
sending chills down Loki’s spine. “But as you appear to have forgotten that
lesson perhaps some reminding is in order. With the hand not clenched around
Loki’s member, Thor reached into his breeches to pull out a glittering
golden…device of some sort.
Loki had never seen such a thing in his life but already his mind was
calculating the instrument before him. The rod was barely as long as Thor’s
forefinger, slim and slightly curved. At the tip rested a sapphire, as blue as
Loki’s skin. From this jewel trailed an elegant chain attached to a golden ring
about as wide as his…
Loki now stared in horror at the device, his hands dropping from Thor’s
shoulders to grasp his thick wrists, trying in vain to dislodge them from his
member. Thor barely budged, chuckling at how frantic Loki was.
“I had meant to introduce this later, Sweetling, after you had gotten used to
some of my more sordid preferences. Alas, it appears I have been too soft and
you have forgotten your place between us.”
Bringing the tip of the rod to Loki’s cockhead, Thor paused to stare deep into
his eyes.
“Shall I forgive you, Loki?”
Loki gulped, his eyes watering as he stared deep into Thor’s merciless steel
blue gaze. He read the message loud and clear: Things could get so much worse
for him. With one last squeeze to Thor’s wrists Loki released them, bringing
his hands behind himself to brace on Thor’s legs. His own legs widened as he
leaned back: opening all of himself to his captor and owner.
With a charming grin that belied the act, Thor pressed the rod languidly into
Loki’s urethra.
As Loki threw his head back to stare at the wide blue sky above them, he
realised there was nowhere he could hide from that all-encompassing blue gaze.
End Notes
     Jarl = Viking Lord/Earl (Norse term)
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