What happens when Prince Loki is gifted with the Perfect Wife: a female genetically designed to be a faultless match in every way? He doesn't want her. How could something so perfect love HIM? She must be defective...
Notes:
This story is Alternate Universe to the Avengers. I liked the idea of trying to keep them around, but character development forbade it.
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It's true that Loki was never one prone to self-examination.
Certainly, not when there were hundreds of others in his immediate orbit that required evaluation for weaknesses and faults, for value, or for being of no use. But, if he'd thought back long enough, the second son of Odin would have seen the odds always fell in Thor's favor.
Thor, the loud and brash eldest, always praised for his skill in battle, his popularity with the simpering females of any race, and the automatic assumption that HE, that blond lout- would be the one to rule Asgard and by default, the Nine Realms. By the time the pattern was clear, Loki was simply beside himself with rage. In the beginning, in his love for Thor, he allowed the eldest to take credit for his darker brother's work. As the years passed, battles were won, treaties signed and the power of Asgard grew under Loki's subtle guidance. But even when he stepped forward, the fawning courtiers and even his own father raced forward to heap praises on the foolishly grinning mug of Thor.
It was easy, really. Despite the claims of Asgard's shining superiority to all the other realms, the populace there was just as blinded by the toothpaste-white smile and bulging muscles of Odin's firstborn. Not that Loki was without his admirers. Older women, in particular, intelligent females not so easily blinded by bellowing and the swing of a hammer saw the delicious possibilities in Odin's darker, more mysterious son. His sleek, muscled lines, the exquisite beauty of his fine-boned face, and the dark, vulpine smile were the defeat of many female's resolve. In fact, the younger Odinson lost his virginity before his brother- to a set of twins at court sent there to attend to his mother, Queen Frigga. But the afternoon they spent kissing and caressing a pleased adolescent Loki in the Royal Library certainly benefited one member of the Royal Family- at least that's how they decided to remember that gorgeous interlude after being sent home by Loki's furious mother. For a boy of 15, they often reminded each other, Prince Loki was certainly packing a kingly measure of cock.
An organ that continued to grow along with the rest of Loki until he stood over 7 feet tall, ridiculously wide shoulders, long legs and leaner muscles than his brother's. But no one with even a bit of sense ever challenged the younger Prince to fight once word of his ruthlessness in battle and even in the practice ring spread. Beating and bruising bodies was one of only two ways Loki could let out his anger and frustration over the inexorable course that would lead to Thor's ascension. The other way was upon the willing forms of hundreds of females over the years.
The night the brothers were called to a celebration dinner with their father and mother, it was easy to see that even under his kingly countenance, Odin was excited, triumphant even. "What do you know," he gloated, "of the Nagovisi?"
Queen Frigga suppressed a smile. The negotiation with the Sisters of the Nagovisi was conducted nearly completely by her, but she allowed her husband his glee.
Thor was halfway through a leg of roast boar, turning his guileless blue eyes up long enough to look around the table in question.
Loki sighed, "Light Elves from Alfheim. They're an extension of the ruling family devoted to eugenics."
His brother slammed down the boar leg with a roar. "Yes, Yes! I remember! They create the beautiful women- goddesses so perfect that everyone in power through the Nine Realms has negotiated for their gifts."
"Precisely!" approved Odin. "These creations are the most beautiful of even the Light Elves, and as brilliant and kind as their finest minds can design. But there's more." He looked again to Thor, back deep into his dinner before giving up and turning to his youngest, who was leaning back in his chair and playing with his goblet of wine.
Folding one long leg over the other, Loki left his father hanging long enough to take another sip of wine before replying. "Their eugenics program is nearly as long as the length of history. Legend states that the Nornir ordered the Light Elves to create this line as payment for being the most beautiful of the Nine Realms. A more cynical view-" Loki smiled darkly, leaving no doubt which version he believed, "-is that the Nornir wanted to control fate by seeding the Nine Realms with their choice for kings, queens, rulers, and heroes."
Queen Frigga looked to her youngest fondly. "I doubt the second view, son. The Three Sisters are not sentimental. The Nagovisi Progeny are created as a perfect match-they're born, educated, and trained for whatever skills in which they show promise. Quite spectacular creatures."
Loki's face softened as he listened to his mother but still couldn't resist an insolent shrug. "Of course, but where is the sentiment in that?"
Folding her arms as a servant removed her empty plate, Frigga's smile was serene. "The Progeny are then placed in stasis- for as long as a century or more- until selected for a particular Realm and leader. These girls retain all they've learned, of course-but, they still return to infancy where they imprint upon their match and grow to reflect him- to share similar traits and values, needs and desires- they even change physically to form into a perfect pair. It's never less than a love match. After all, how could you not love someone who is everything you could possibly want?"
Thor's blue eyes were glowing with the possibilities. "How long do they live, Mother?"
Frigga smiled. "Only as long or as short a time as their match. It's said the Progeny's soul resides within her Other, and no one can survive without a soul."
"And thus comes one of the greatest triumphs of my rule!" Odin interrupted majestically. "My petition has been accepted. Your mother and I-" he nodded graciously to his wife, "-have been requesting a Progeny for Asgard for over 1,700 years."
Loki's jaw dropped. Thor was 1,775, while he was 1,659. the math, along with his father's intent, was quite clear.
Odin continued on, unaware. "We just received word. The Nagovisi's choice for us will arrive within the month. She is..." he was clearly elated. "She is said to be the finest Progeny created in 5,000 years. The honor of being chosen as her match gives this house an unmatchable level of prestige."
Walking down the hall after dinner, Loki was torn between the amusement of seeing the great Odin almost giddy with excitement- and fury that it was clear the choice for his throne was made before Loki was even born. After all the centuries of blather of: "The most worthy to wear the crown..." Bastard! Loki clenched his fists as he stalked through the gardens that he and his mother loved so much. In his heart, he'd long suspected Odin never intended to see his youngest rule Asgard, but his head was used to ignoring the lower vessel.
"Prince Loki, such a beautiful night, is it not?" Slowing at the overly sweet tone, his dark head turned to find a daughter of one of the men from the Vanaheim delegation. She was lovely in that knowing, entitled way the wealthy had, he mused, emerald eyes looking her over.
"My dear," he purred, "you've caused insult, I fear. You do know this garden is restricted to the Royal Family?"
Her eyes opened wide in faux concern. "Oh! Forgive me Prince Loki, I had no idea! How can I repair my fault?"
Mentally rolling his eyes, a cruel smile slid over that pale, fine boned-face. "With your obedience." Taking her by the arm, Loki bent her over a nearby bench so quickly the girl let out a small screech. His long fingers going into her hair and pulling her to his mouth, he hissed, "And also with your silence." Her hands gripping the bench so tightly that her knuckles were white. The nobleman's daughter appeared afraid, but as Loki whipped up her skirt and yanked off her undergarment, his lip curled to see her legs spread wider on her own. Opening his leather trousers enough to pull out his cock, already hard and ready to slide into her, Loki purred, "Can you be a good girl for Daddy? No crying, now."
Feeling the broad head of that princely cock against her opening, the girl wiggled hopefully. "Yes, Daddy," she giggled in a dreadful 'little girl' tone, "I'll be good- OH!" She was not inexperienced, but the size of the organ that tore through her was shockingly and painfully huge. Long, cool fingers slid to her breasts, playing with her nipples as she shook with the effort of adjusting to the Prince.
His lips brushed against her ear, "Are you ready to play, little girl?"
"Y- Yes Daddy," she groaned, trying to sound alluring, losing a slipper as her feet dangled off the ground.
Pounding into the girl with one hand on her shoulder and the other tickling her clitoris, Loki looked blankly ahead of him. How to counteract this latest development? With a perfect wife to sit on the throne next to him, Thor's claim to the crown was undefeatable. He shook his long hair, the black strands sliding over his shoulders. Ridiculous. There was nothing that blonde fool could do to stop him. Hearing the moaning of the girl below him change from pleasured to pained, his hips snapped harder, his lips moving in the sterility spell that kept his seed from taking root. Feeling the surge from his spine start tearing up his cock, Loki hoisted her with one arm and twisted her clitoris. Screaming, she came with him, half senseless from the twisted combination of agony and arousal Loki brought to his bed partners. Setting her back on her feet, Loki held the girl by her waist long enough to gather her scattered wits. "Oh, my Lord," she moaned, "I've never-"
Briskly pulling out of her, Loki flipped her dress back down. "Thank you, my Lady." He kissed her shaking hand and turned her in the direction of the gate. "Your exit is there."
"But- but my Lord-?" she managed, but the dark prince was already gone.
Word of the arrival from the Navogisi and their "gift" for the kingdom spread rapidly through the Nine Realms. Asgard hosted so many visitors that the palace staff was staggering under the weight of such a suddenly huge guest list. Thor became wildly elated, drinking and bragging more with the Warriors Three. Even Sif refused to accompany them anymore, irritated with the constant speculation and endless sexual innuendo about the Progeny. Loki was deep in thought as he dressed on the day of the Awakening. Angrily pulling on his green and silver ceremonial armor, his clever mind ran round and round endlessly, trying to find a way to turn the day to his advantage. But how to discredit a Progeny? There was simply no way. Allowing his servant to place his helmet over his black locks and fasten his cape, Loki made his way to the throne room. A sudden, savage smile crossed his lips. He would battle the Nornir themselves to take the throne for himself. There was always a way.
The gigantic hall and throne room of the palace was crammed with finely-dressed bodies, all angling for a better view. Guards were jostled as they attempted to keep the lines straight to create a path for the Light Elves delegation. The cavernous space quieted for a moment as Odin and Frigga made their entrance, nodding graciously as Odin took the throne, Frigga gliding down and to the side. The brothers were next to thunderous applause. Loki smiled and nodded politely, his mind still racing through the latest challenge to his throne. Thor fed on the cheers, wildly waving Mjölnir until he nearly decapitated one of the guards. The princes stood opposite their mother, Loki winking one emerald eye as Frigga smothered her returning smile.
The Light Elves entered with no announcement, but the cacophony of the hall stopped instantly, smothered by anticipation. They were exquisite, Loki mused, the race all tall and beautiful, graceful beyond comprehension. It was unwise, however, to underestimate the fierceness of the Ljósálfar when threatened. Thor and Loki fought side by side with a battle unit from Alfheim during the Muspelheim Uprising. He'd never forgotten those shining warriors, covered in gore, their beautiful faces expressionless as they tore the demons limb from limb.
The dark prince's thoughts were interrupted by his father's majestic greeting to the Sisters of the Navagosi. They followed the royal contingent, flanking a long, shimmering container that floated between them. The silver sphere glowed: a thousand shades shifting over the surface, moving faster and faster as the group approached the throne.
"All of Asgard welcomes you!" Odin was at his most inspiring- voice thundering through the hall. The Light Elves bowed graciously in return.
"This is an extraordinary event," returned the Alfheim King. "While we do attend every Birth, this Progeny-" his silver eyes shifted to the glimmering sphere, "Asta is unique, even among the exalted Navogisi." He stood back sweeping an arm widely to display the Sisterhood. "Your Grace? Will you explain the process?"
A low note of appreciation simmered through the crowd as a lovely blonde elf stepped forward. She inclined her head gracefully to her King, then to Odin and the royal family. "Your Highness, it is our honor to present a most precious gift to Asgard. Though Asta is meant for your son, she also understands her role to your entire realm. A Progeny will have the care of the entire kingdom, as well as for her Intended."
Frigga smiled. The Navogisi understood the responsibilities of the ruling class.
"The Birth is quite simple; we would ask for quiet. Traditionally the event is witnessed only by her Match."
Loki had difficulty smothering his bitter chuckle. Of course, Odin would insist on all of the Nine Realms that could be contained within the great hall to be here to witness his triumph- snaring a Progeny for his first-born son. He had to choke down the searing rage that wanted to push through his mouth and bellow through the hall till it echoed.
The Navogisi Sister continued. "Would both families come forth?" Odin stepped down from the throne, offering his arm to Frigga as their sons followed. The Sisters of the Navogisi drew near, along with the Alfheim King and Queen. "Place your hands on the surface please- and gently! This acts as Asta's womb."
Loki eyed the colors swirling through the sphere before placing his pale hands on the lid. His sensitive fingers explored the matter- some kind of metal covered in layers of air and current. Looking down, he realized a dark violet pulse was eagerly following his wide palms as they moved. His dark head tilted suddenly, eyes closed and trying to concentrate. It was music- a song like a heartbeat and-
"When does she come out?" Thor's loud inquiry shattered the moment and a ripple of laughter went through the crowd.
"Quite soon, young prince. Now hush!" The attending Sister was not pleased. Frigga leaned to her and their hands moved together.
Sparks. Loki felt them now, tingling pleasantly over his receptive palms, rotating faster and sharper until the Sister announced: "It is time."
Everyone took a respectful step back, and the lid disappeared, revealing something of such rarity that even Loki was humbled. The serene face held a small smile, silvered hands crossed over her chest. Dark lashes and brows hid her eyes, and silky silver-blonde hair flowed over her shoulders. "Blonde and blue-eyed, no doubt." Loki thought bitterly of how well matched she would be to his brother. But he was wrong. Asta's eyes opened abruptly, they were the palest golden amber, the translucent shade before the substance hardened for eternity.
The girl sat up gracefully, regaining her balance after such a long sleep. Her womb shimmered and began to disappear as Asta put one long leg to the ground, then the other, straightening to her full height. She was tall, over 6 feet. Dressed in a simple white shift, she ran her pale hands over the fabric for a moment, gathering her composure. So many people. No one told her there would be so many- she needed to find Him. A gentle smile crossed her lips, amber eyes searching. The Sisters told many stories of how the Progeny knew; they just knew the moment they laid eyes on Him. Walking in a slow circle, Asta's head turned right and left. Then, He was there. Right there and so beautiful- so much more than she could imagine. Tall and commanding, long hair flowing from his noble face. His eyes met her amber ones and Asta thought her heart might explode with joy. Stepping to him, she gazed lovingly up into his blazing emerald eyes and said the only words she could remember.
Loki heard them echo as he stared back down into her shining ones, so certain.
"I am for you."