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Loki prided himself on his ability to get what he wanted. Such could be expected from a prince, but Loki would scoff at the notion that his royal blood was the cause of his personal victories. No, Loki achieved so much because he pursued what he wanted to the fullest extent he could, and then some.
And when a handsome Asgardian prince named Thor visited his kingdom on one fateful evening, Loki wanted.
From their first encounter, the mutual attraction was undeniable, and that led to heavy conversations that led to heavy touching; long, heated nights of raw passion, with their bodies so closely entwined that it was nearly impossible to tell where one of them began and the other ended. A whirlwind romance with enough sparks to outshine the stars themselves, Thor and Loki became tangled together in a web that could not be undone, even when Thor reluctantly returned to Asgard far too soon for Loki’s liking.
Thus, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
Not a week later, Loki brought forth the proposal of a marriage to Thor in order to achieve mutual benefits: Loki and Thor could be together, and peace would exist between the two kingdoms. Thor’s ascension to the throne in Asgard would take place in a month’s time, and what better coronation than one with a diplomatic marriage? And yes, maybe marriage seemed a bit hasty, but Loki had never been so captivated with another before, and he would not stand to have Thor slip away from him. It took much convincing, but after several arguments with both the Jotun and Asgardians, both parties agreed – as long as Thor was willing as well.
Though Loki was used to getting his way, nothing he achieved before even came close to how he felt when he saw the way Thor’s face beamed in the widest smile when learning about Loki’s plans.
The only thing sweeter than seeing Thor’s smile was hearing him accept the wedding proposal, and sealing the deal with a kiss.
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The wedding was glamorous, as expected. No expenses were spared to prepare Asgard’s court for the historic event: lavish decorations covered the court, the best food was prepared, and all the guests seemed to simply shine as they watched the splendid event unfold.
Standing at Thor’s side, Loki found himself smiling elegantly in front of a seemingly endless crowd of faces – his subjects – with a swell of pride. But nothing made him surer of himself than when Thor slid an arm around his waist and gave his hip an affectionate squeeze.
Beside Thor, Loki stood even taller, his smile broadening as he rested his hand atop Thor’s as the new Queen of Asgard.
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Marrying Thor had been the logical thing to do in Loki’s mind. He wanted Thor, Thor wanted him, they were both going to be kings one day – it made sense.
But in retrospect, perhaps before agreeing to be the queen of a foreign kingdom, he should have researched their culture more.
At first, Loki believed that the residents of Asgard gave him peculiar looks whenever he walked during the palace in morning because it was so early, and a newlywed queen wouldn’t be likely to rise early. But the more that they stared in surprise, the more he questioned whether that was truly their mindset, or if there was something he was missing.
On one particular morning, he received the answer.
An important meeting would soon begin in one of the main rooms, in which members of the Asgardian cabinet would discuss the details of their next diplomatic move with Jotenheim. Loki strode down the hall at a brisk pace, eager for the discussions that would come. He had so many ideas and plans for the two kingdoms, plans that he had been concocting ever since Thor accepted the marriage proposal, and he was itching to share them. Not only was it a topic of personal interest, but Loki yearned to utilize his tactician skills for political purposes once more. He smiled to himself as he walked, mischievous and holding a silent promise. All of Asgard would see the grand things he was capable of doing.
Just as he approached the door, two guards standing by stepped forward, their brows furrowed.
“Your Highness, what brings you here?” one asked.
Loki stopped in front of them, caught off-guard by the question. For a moment, he simply stared at the two guards as if the answer to that question was the most obvious one on the planet – which, to Loki, it was.
“I’m here for the meeting,” he said slowly, and gods, were all of Asgard’s people so strange?
The guards exchanged a look, and Loki found his patience thinning.
“Your Highness,” the second guard said, “we cannot permit you entry.”
Eyes narrowed, Loki took a step forward, and he did not miss the way that the guards stiffened. “Excuse me? I am Queen of Asgard. I have every right to take part in the meeting.”
One of the guards chuckled, but a poisonous glare from Loki caused the laugher to cut off immediately. Loki’s gaze darted between the two men, daring them to challenge his title.
At last, one guard sighed. “That is exactly the problem, Your Highness. You are Queen. Queens do not take part in political meetings.”
There was a long, long silence as Loki tried to digest that information.
“You mean,” Loki said after a moment, voice low, “that I am to sit idly by and file my nails while issues of utmost importance regarding my kingdom with Thor are discussed?”
The second guard shrugged. “If you desire, Your Highness.”
Anger flooded his veins, and his expression must have been equally livid, given the way that the guards looked rather nervous as he stared them down.
“Our apologies, Your H-“
“Thor,” Loki said, cutting off the guard. “Thor is already in there, is he not? He will not stand for this appalling treatment. Let me speak with him.”
“I’m afraid we cannot do that. We do apologize.”
The guards bowed in unison, but Loki turned from them with a frustrated growl, storming away from the scene before he could hear the guards say anything else insulting. How dare they not allow him to participate? Was the role of Queen not good enough in Asgard? Was it because queens were women – or because they usually were not Jotun?
He slammed the door to his room behind him, and the defiant sound echoed down the hallway.
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“Your people do not respect me.”
Loki stood in front of the window in chambers with Thor, his back to the king as he scowled out at the night, as if it was the fault of the dark sky that he had been humiliated.
“What makes you say this? Of course they respect you, Loki,” Thor said, and Loki could hear him padding to his side.
“Then why was I not permitted to attend today’s meeting?” Loki spat, sending an accusatory glance Thor’s way.
Thor paused, and Loki could see the conflicting emotions in those blue eyes, torn between being truthful and appeasing Loki.
“In Asgard, queens are widely respected amongst the people. They respect you as much as they respect me. But though the levels of respect we receive are equal, our duties differ. Queens do not take part in the political process here,” Thor explained.
Loki gave a short, derisive laugh in disbelief. “So, Asgard deprives its women of political power? How backwards and absurd.”
“Is it not that way in Jotunheim?” Thor asked.
A ghost of a smile found its way onto Loki’s face for a moment. “Jotun are intersexed. We do not have the same concepts of gender as you do. All are equal in that manner, and their duties do not differ. The most capable, the wisest, are the ones who lead, regardless of their gender identity.”
Thor hummed at that as he moved behind Loki, entwining his arms around his waist to bring Loki close. His lips brushed across Loki’s neck in a soft, affectionate kiss, and Loki barely resisted a shudder at the way Thor’s warm breath tickled his skin.
“You are still the wisest individual I know,” Thor murmured into Loki’s skin.
Loki leaned into Thor’s embrace, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “You flatter me.”
Thor kissed Loki’s neck harder, nipping at the skin until Loki gasped. “I can do more than flatter you,” Thor said, voice laced with a dark promise.
Turning in Thor’s grasp, Loki could see the desire in Thor’s eyes, and the heated expression was enough for him to temporarily put aside his anger at Asgardian society in favor of something much more satisfying.
“Can you now, my king?” Loki purred, arching into Thor’s hands as they roved over his back, kneading the slight muscle beneath his clothes.
“Indeed, if my queen would like.”
Loki laughed, a soft, genuine sound as he entangled his fingers in Thor’s hair and pressed their bodies together, close enough for their clothed erections to touch. Both shuddered at the jolt of pleasure that rippled through their bodies, and Loki’s fingers tightened in Thor’s hair with enough pressure to hurt, though Thor did not complain.
“Show me, then,” Loki said, voice barely above a whisper.
Thor cupped Loki’s cheek with one hand, his thumb softly caressing the skin before he closed the remaining space between them with a kiss. Loki quietly sighed in delight and used his hold on Thor’s hair to deepen the kiss by pulling him closer, almost desperately so. Thor responded in kind, his arm tightening around Loki as their lips parted, allowing their tongues to languidly brush together in a slow, sensual dance that left Loki groaning into Thor’s mouth, wanting more.
Unwilling to break the kiss, they blindly shuffled toward the bed together in shaky, feverish movements. Thor ended up bumping into the bed with a little more force than intended, causing him to jerk forward to retain his balance, and Loki laughed against Thor’s lips, eyes murky with lust and mirth. Thor grinned in spite of himself before leaning in to recapture Loki’s lips in another deep kiss, and the laughter turned into a soft moan in appreciation. Their hands dropped to their sides before coming together, fingers entwining as Loki lowered himself to the bed, bringing Thor on top of him.
They parted just a fraction as Thor sprawled atop Loki, their fingers still entwined as Loki arched into Thor’s body, desiring as much contact as possible. Thor chuckled at Loki’s eagerness, which quickly contorted into a choked sound as Loki pressed their hips together in one swift, liquid movement.
“I want to feel you,” Loki murmured, eyes locked on Thor’s half-lidded gaze.
Thor did not respond, but actions spoke louder than words as he leaned down for another kiss, hips bearing down on Loki’s in measured, tantalizing movements until Loki was left keening, nails digging into the back of Thor’s hands. They kissed and moved together until they were left breathless, both achingly hard and needing to be so much closer.
The kiss was broken just long enough for Thor to pull back and sit up, his hands making fast work of removing his garments; Loki rose and followed suit, wanting to be able to touch Thor and be touched in return without the boundaries posed by clothing. Once all articles of clothing were haphazardly cast off the bed, Thor leaned over Loki again until their erections could finally touch. Loki groaned and jolted beneath Thor, who buried his face in the pale of Loki’s neck to muffle his own pleasured sound.
They rutted together until the teasing became unbearable. Loki held onto Thor’s arms in a firm grasp, and when he squeezed hard enough that his nails were ready to draw blood, Thor knew that he was close, so close. He pulled away, ignoring the whine that Loki gave in response in favor of retrieving oil from a bedside table. Loki watched in anticipation as Thor placed a gratuitous amount of oil on his fingers, and with a shudder, Loki parted his legs wide, completely revealing himself to Thor. The motion did not go unnoticed, and Thor seemed to temporarily forget his purpose as he took in the sight of Loki splayed out before him. Only when Loki grunted and gave a pointed jerk of his hips did Thor blink out of his stupor, offering a quick grin before sliding his fingers beneath Loki.
As one finger pressed into his entrance, Loki bit back a sound of discomfort as he shifted just slightly, trying to force his body to relax. Sensing Loki’s uneasiness, Thor used his free hand to gently trace circles on Loki’s inner thigh, trying to soothe him. A second finger was added, and the twinge of pain gradually faded as Thor carefully swirled his fingers around. Inclining his head back into the pillows with a breathy moan, Loki gave Thor a quick nod to signal that he was ready. Thor withdrew his fingers and poured more oil onto his hand, which was used to slick his cock in a few quick strokes. As Thor prowled forward once more, Loki wrapped his legs around Thor’s waist to bring them close together, and a soft gasp escaped him as his leaking cock slid against Thor’s stomach. Once in place, Thor eased his cock into Loki’s entrance in a slow push of his hips until he was buried deep inside his lover, leaving both groaning lowly at the heat.
They started slow, unhurried, taking their time to enjoy one another and the pleasure of their coupling. Grasping onto Thor’s arms once more for leverage, Loki moved in time with the rhythm of Thor’s thrusts, his head tilted back and eyes half-closed as he allowed the waves of pleasure to overtake him. As the pace began to build, Loki squirmed beneath Thor and shamelessly moaned beneath him, his heels digging into the small of Thor’s back when Thor’s thrusts hit just the right spot. The room became filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and flesh upon flesh as Thor maintained a deliberate, deep speed, his head bowed and face nearly concealed in a curtain of sweat-soaked hair.
Arms trembling, Loki relinquished his hold on Thor in favor of grasping at the sheets in a desperate movement until his knuckles went white. He was so close, each thrust bringing him nearer and nearer to the edge of orgasm, leaving him unable to think as he mindlessly pushed against Thor in an effort to bring them both to release. Thor took hold of Loki’s cock in one slick hand and jerked fast, which was all the push that Loki needed. Eyes squeezed shut, he nearly screamed as he came hard at last, covering Thor’s hands in a few deep spurts. With a few hard, final thrusts, Thor came as well with a low, satisfied groan.
They untangled from each other slowly, Thor coming to a rest at Loki’s side as they both caught their breath. Loki opened his eyes at last and turned to face the worn out, content face of Thor, and Loki was unable to bite back a tired smile at Thor’s disheveled, but pleased, expression.
Thor drifted off to sleep not long after, but Loki remained awake, the scene from earlier in the day replaying in his mind once more. Loki was not used to being cast aside so easily, not when he knew that he could bring something valuable to the table. Something would have to be done about that.
Loki was used to getting his way, social norms be damned. Asgard had no idea what it was in for.