The Breaking of Loki
Hello darlings, first things first, THIS IS MY FIRST VENTURE INTO FANFICTION SO PLEASE BE GENTLE WITH ME! reviews are always welcome and i would love to hear your thoughts as I delve into this, thank you so much!
Second, I am so very sorry. What I mean by that is this story is in response to all the wonderful fiction I have read across the internet and while it has been wonderful, I have found that the predominance of stories such as a girl, falls for Loki, who falls for her back and becomes all lovey-dovey and tame was tiring. I am utterly tired of that, and so this story is definitely not that. In fact, this story is about kind, sweet, innocent overlooked Loki being utterly destroyed by a woman and turned into the psychopath we all know and love after Thor 1. It's going to get messy, yes its even going to get downright nasty, smutty, painful and I can't stress enough how my story will utterly break the man we all love. I'm not talking about breaking Loki's heart, I'm talking this story will f*ck his mind, his body, his emotions and turn him from the simple playful god of tricks into the god of lies and deceit we all see in the Avengers movie. It's going to start off easy and slowly descend into total depravity. I will slowly destroy this wonderful innocent boy in every way possible. And you need to know that right up front…so YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED...THIS IS AN EXTREMELY ADULT STORY!
Trigger warning are all over the place here so please, be advised this story is extremely adult smut eventually, and includes such things as blatant torture, abuse, neglect, rape, bestiality, drug use, mindf*cking, homosexuality, heterosexuality, gas lighting, probably throw in some hermaphrodite sex just to cover all bases….i'm not sure. But I do promise you one thing…it's going to be delicious dears….I can taste his tears now…mmmm yes so salty…..yes cry for me dear…..you have all been warned. I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OWN CHARACTER…LOKI AND ALL THE OTHER NAMES ARE FROM MARVEL but the story is mine…and again…YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED...VERY ADULT LANGUAGE AND THEMES INSIDE..READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Thank you.
CHAPTER 1
That morning the sun rose in a clear sky, beautiful and strong. The warm spring air was fresh and filled with the scent of flowers, newly blossoming from the recent rains.
Across the landscape, behind groves of trees and lush fields, lay a palace of stone and marble. This was where she lived, where she ruled. She was the lady Aliah, a noble lady by blood of the house of Eld, beloved by her people and praised for her wisdom. The countryside was a beautiful land, full of meadows and trees, a land that had never tasted of war or ruin. No blight had ever dared touch the tranquil beauty of this land. The lady Aliah would have none of that. In all the nine realms ruled by the great all-father Odin, only her kingdom was second to his in beauty and prosperity. The people lived in happiness and peace, praising their lady first and Odin besides her. The people truly loved her and were thankful for her protection. Everyone agreed she was the wisest and most just ruler outside of Asgard.
Inside the central tower of the palace, golden rays of light poured into a large window, crashing down warm morning rays upon the sleeping figures on the bed.
As the sun hit her face, lady Aliah stirred and turned her head away from the light. Mornings always came too soon it seemed. The only thing covering her naked form was a sheet of the finest black silk. Spooning into her side, was a young man, smooth and fair. His head was tucked into her neck, his arm thrown over her stomach; a contented smile caressed his still dreaming form. She turned slightly and looked down at him. Sandy blond hair tangled from a night of passion hung down to his shoulders. Scars of various lengths and shapes twisted around his physique. He looked to be in his early twenties. The look of youth was still upon him, with a man's muscular tone starting to overtake his once boyish body, well defined muscles now beginning to show under his lightly sun kissed skin. The slight glint of metal around his neck was the only thing out of place from the perfect scene. Trailing down from his neck was a delicate but strong chain, connected to a great ring embedded in the wall behind the bed.
She breathed the scent of him in deep. The smell of sweat and passion mixed with the musky scent of his maleness. She smiled to herself, enjoying the view of his naked form wrapped around her.
She turned towards the window, looking out upon the morning, in the distance a slight breeze blew gently through the trees and birds were calling to one another.
The lady Aliah brought her arm up around the young man and caressed his arms, trailing each of the scars as she went with her fingertips. Each scar was a tale of its own, a precious memory of her teaching, etched into his body. She could lie there no longer, today was a day she had been looking forward to for many months. Today she would end the young man's training and be free once again to do as she pleased. And what she usually pleased to do was find another young man to train in the ways of love, and of obedience to her will.
"Wake up sweetie," she cooed.
The young man stirred, breathed deeply and looked up into her eyes.
"My lady," he said still slightly asleep. He then laid his head back down upon her and hugged her closer.
"Now, now, none of that dear, we must be up, no time to sleep in today. It's a big day today my sweetest one. One that I'm sure you've been looking forward to."
His eyes flashed open; carefully he turned his head upward again and looked into her eyes.
"Yes my dear, today is the day you are going home, back to your country, your training with me is complete." She slid herself out from his grasp and sat up on the side of the bed, discarding the black sheet and walked to the window, looking out of it, taking in the landscape before her. Bringing an arm up to rest on the lintel above the window for a better view below, she stared out upon the view before her. Standing there in full view of the window, she was a picture of a woman in her prime. Pale green eyes shone out from her smiling face, long lashes offset by her porcelain skin. Her high cheekbones gave her a regal look, and a slight tapered chin made her look beautiful and strong all at once.
Long dark hair trailed down to the middle of her back offset beautifully by her fair complexion. She was not thin, neither was she plump, she was muscular and her form showed perfectly that she was capable, strong and graceful, lean arms and thighs were sleek and powerful while still being long and graceful. A slight belly perfectly proportioned her hips, the embodiment of a statue, completely unashamed in her nakedness.
He sat up slowly, his arm holding him up and stared after her, a look of question on his face.
She looked over to him, arm above her head still, and smiled at him with an easy confidence.
"Come here my dear," she called. "Come stand beside me." Her free arm outstretched towards him, summoning him to her side.
He crawled out of the bed, the chain around his neck trailing him, the sound of its links sounding like a small bell, echoing off the stone walls of the room.
He slowly and carefully walked over to her, reaching out for her waist as he reached her, as he did, he laid his head on her shoulder and turned to look out the window with her.
She brought her free arm to rest upon his hip as he held her.
"I have enjoyed you here, with me." She said, still looking out the window.
"And now, you shall return to your home, no longer a boy, but a man. Does that please you?"
"Yes my lady" he said.
She turned to look at him, his form perfect in the light.
"Yes I know, you weren't expecting today to be the day were you?" she smiled. " I could have kept your as long as I wanted I know, but you have had two years here with me and you are ready to go back now, you know everything you could need now and I have decided that you are ready to leave."
He smiled lightly to her, but she felt his fear, just behind his eyes, ever so slightly, but nothing would ever show on his face.
His slight fear made her smirk.
'Don't worry dear, I would never send you home in such condition. You are too beautiful to bear any marks from me."
And with that, she raised her thumb and two index fingers up and touched the center of his chest, a warm glow emanated from her fingers and out to his whole body, erasing every scar upon his form, leaving nothing but perfect, flawless skin in its wake. A click sounded beside his neck and the chain fell off in a thud at his feet.
His smile was deep and genuine now, and he looked over his form and then quickly back to her, his eyes lighting up bright and clear.
"You may stand up straight now." She said. And with that, he raised his head above hers for the first time in months and stood with a proud look about him. He looked to her immediately but she smiled easily and drank in the view of his posture.
"Yes, that is nice, now stick your chest out. Regain your noble bearing my dear." She was not a short woman, but neither was she taller than most men either. He now stood a few inches taller than her, a beautiful example of a man coming into his own and she smirked at him in his newfound manliness.
"Yes, that's good dear, now go bathe, and I will lay out your traveling clothes for you."
He did as he was told, walking past her towards an archway and into a large bathroom, a marble tub already filled with hot water and various soaps in a stand beside it. She watched him crawl in and sigh as the water engulfed him. She watched him for a few minutes more and then turned back to the main room.
She turned towards the bed again and with another wave of her fingers, a set of regal clothes fit for a noble appeared on the bed. Blinking into existence came a tunic of purple with silver brocade, black riding pants and a belt of matching silver sunbursts. Black knee length boots appeared on the floor beside the bed as well, a perfect set, for his perfect form.
She looked out the window again, staring off into the distance, "soon," she thought to herself, "Asgard calls to me, and with it, perhaps something new." Looking again towards the bath, and the man who she would be free of soon, she calmed her rising mirth.
It wasn't that she didn't enjoy him, rather she had simply had her fill of him for a while now, he was like all the others, and she desired a new toy after a while.
"First things first," she thought.
Turning back to the room she glanced into a huge mirror on the wall.
Waving her fingers once again she was instantly clean and fresh, wearing black boots and black riding pants. She thought for a moment, and then smiled to herself, and with another wave, a black peasant shirt trimmed in green appeared. A green waste cincher appeared as well as a necklace of emeralds set in gold upon her slightly exposed cleavage. Gold arm bracers completed her look. The look was slightly casual and romantic all at once, she preferred ease of movement over dresses, her curves all at once exposed and yet hidden at the same time.
Not many women wore her style, and the men were always taken aback by it. She enjoyed the looks she received and enjoyed smiling back to the men who were always caught smiling at her, her confident stride and demeanor always inspiring sideways glances from all the men who saw her, as well as slight looks of jealousy from the women.
The young man returned now, and looked over to the bed to see his new clothes. He smiled, and looked to her for approval.
"Go on Audun, go put them on, they are yours now, those are your colors I believe. Now get dressed and we will have a large breakfast of anything you wish before you go."
He dressed quickly and stood in front of her, waiting for her approval.
"Very nice, you are a noble once again. Will you carry me inside you when you leave?"
"Always my lady, it could never be any other way." He replied
I'm sure you will be glad to be free of me, won't you." She smiled
"Don't say that, I am yours forever, I will never forget what I have learned with you, I will always be at your call, you know that."
"Of course dear," she whispered, "I will miss you," she said, and with that, she took his face in her hands tenderly kissed his lips. "Now let's go, you have a long journey ahead of you and I," she looked away, "have things that need tending to."
After breakfast she walked him out to the stable, saw him onto a large black horse and kissed him goodbye. "I will never forget you my lady," he said. "Or the lessons you have tenderly taught me." And with that, he rode off past the gate and stopped, turned the horse around and looked back to her. He raised his hand to her in goodbye.
She waved back to him. I will see you I'm sure at some feast or dance, she thought. And if I should ever need your help, I know I can count on your training to know exactly where your loyalties lie. A smirk crossed her face. And with that, he was gone.
She walked back into her palace and headed for the throne room, a small elegant but comfortable marble chair stood upon a raised dais. She sat down in it, her fist resting on her chin, legs spread as if she were a man. She enjoyed her power and she refused to bow to convention, there were times she would put on a dress and be dainty, of course, if only for the show of not incensing those who she needed to stay on good terms with, but by herself, she made no pretense of appearances or manners. She was in full possession of herself and her influence, and she relished it.
"My lady Aliah," she heard from an elderly man quietly walking towards her. Her advisor slowly walked towards the front of her simple throne. He was bent and stooped with age, but with age came a wisdom she gratefully used to keep her kingdom running smoothly.
"Yes Bjorn, what do you need?"
"As you know, my lady, tomorrow you travel to Asgard for the festivities with the princes."
"Yes Bjorn, tell me the kingdom wont collapse in my absence for a few days, surely?"
"Of course not my lady, but you did ask me to check on the status of the applicants for Prince Loki's…um… training, my lady?" he smiled as he bowed his head to her. Bjorn was her oldest advisor and kept his position not simply because he was wise, or because he was well suited to his position but because he knew of the lady's appetites and kept his mouth shut. In truth, he really didn't see anything wrong with her actions anyway, he had a good position, the kingdom was happy, and he was well paid. What happened between the nobles away from public view simply wasn't something he cared about, and she liked to keep it that way.
Her mind flashed to the thought of the pale prince Loki, and the coming of age party she had been waiting on for so long. His brother, Prince Thor had just completed his tutoring and like everything else in Loki's life, his brother's return would overshadow him, being a return celebration for him as well. Loki had finally arrived at the age where a noble youth, male or female, finished their formal training and would be 'tutored' on the ways of love. Marriages didn't simply happen here, as with anything else, nobles had to learn the proper ways of everything, and that included relationships, love, and how to be eased from youth to adulthood.
It was a responsibility she thoroughly enjoyed. And quietly, inside her mercenary little heart, Lady Aliah enjoyed the breaking of every young man she tutored, and when they came out the other side of her training, she delighted in the thought of one more man under her spell. She had many alliances now across every kingdom under Asgard and quietly, she built her power away from conference tables and instead preferred the alliances forged instead within bedchambers.
No one, especially not her own people, ever suspected such a dark heart, and indeed, she never used her alliances to destroy or harm the prosperity of her people, but rather her way ensured the continued success of her land, in her own way. She knew rulers who were outright evil and sadistic were always doomed to be destroyed and so she much preferred a good facade and reputation which ensured her continued good fortune, but inside, yes inside her beat the heart of a prowling tiger. King Odin would never allow anyone to rule more than what had been provisioned from what his father King Borr doled out, but quietly, she could rule something far sweeter.
"Do tell me," she replied, "I have been thinking about nothing else but that sweet boy for months now."
"Yes my Lady, I have it on good authority that you are indeed, the only one interested in tutoring him, as it seems his elder brother is all anyone ever truly notices, just as you suspected. My sources tell me of the excitement for his brother's return in the capital. Sadly it seems the talk of Prince Loki's part in the celebration has been overshadowed. "
"Good," she smirked widely, "very good."