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WARNING this work contains mental und physical non-con, massive internal conflict, PTSD. You have been warned!
Chapter Two
Loki lay on Laufey's bed. He hurt, so much. He was pink again and bundled in furs, but he still felt cold. He was Laufey's betrothed, Laufey. King of the Jotun. Laufey. That Laufey. King of the monsters, and Loki was one of them.
He stared at the ceiling. He wanted to go home and talk to his father. It couldn't be true, he couldn't be a Jotun, not that. It was a trick, a spell. Someone had cursed him and now Laufey thought he was his long dead betrothed.
Except that Laufey had touched him in a way that was obviously familiar to the Jotun. Loki had never found any reference to another hole in male Asgard. He'd never even found it during his own teenage exploration, and his explorations had been extremely thorough.
What if he were a Jotun? Laufey's betrothed and not Thor's brother? Was he supposed to have grown up in this place? Where were his real parents?
He shook his head, and winced as even that movement caused him pain. It didn't matter. What mattered was getting home, back to where he belonged. He didn't care if he was a Jotun, he could hide that. Odin had done it for him for years. Loki could do it forever.
He heard a noise at the doorway and lifted his head fearfully. Laufey was standing there, holding something in his hand. Loki shrank back into his furs as Laufey walked over to the bed and climbed next to him. Loki's eyes grew wide. He could feel his heart hammering as he tried not to whimper at the memory of Laufey's hands and cock.
"Hush." Laufey murmured. "I'm not going to hurt you." He peeled back the fur coverings, revealing Loki trembling at the centre. Whether from fear, cold or a combination of both he didn't know. Laufey opened the jar he'd brought with him. 'This will numb the pain." He scooped up some of the ointment and reached between Loki's legs. Loki yelped and tried to move away, but the pain flared across his abdomen, making him freeze in place. Laufey took advantage of his stillness to slide his fingers across Loki's entrance, gently pressing against the swollen hole. Loki stayed frozen, the pain did lesson as Laufey rubbed, but he was afraid to move in case it inspired the King to go further.
Finally Laufey retreated, moving from the bed and placing the jar on the table. He walked back to Loki whose skin was once again changing back to pink. It only stayed blue when he was touched. Laufey preferred his true colouring. He was beautiful like that. Laufey reached over and wrapped Loki back up in his furs.
"We'll find a way to break Odin's curse, then you won't have to be so covered." His words didn't seem to sooth his mate. Loki if anything looked more alarmed at the thought. Laufey had to remind himself that Loki had grown up thinking he was Asgard. It would take him time to adjust. It didn't help that their first mate had been so violent. It would not have been the way he would have chosen to go about it, but he couldn't let Loki get away, even now Odin could still come back. It had only been a few hours and all it would take would be for Heimdall to break his silence about Loki not being dead.
Laufey reached out and stroked Loki's hair. "You are beautiful." He said. "Rest and heal, when you are recovered I will show you your home.
Odin had turned to Heimdall the second they had arrived back in Asgard.
"Where is Loki's body?" He asked. Thor stood behind him, looking guilty.
"Loki is not dead." Heimdall said. "Laufey has his betrothed in the castle tower."
"Betrothed!" Thor exclaimed, which saved Odin from having to do it. He'd found Loki marked with Laufey's house and assumed it must have been his son, but if Loki was Laufey's betrothed then Odin had been wrong, horribly wrong. If Loki had not been abandoned as Odin had assumed then removing him was a grave insult, and now Laufey had taken him back.
"Is he alright?" Odin asked softly, not daring to put into words the thought that had crossed his mind.
"He is injured, but he will heal."
Odin turned to the Sif and the Warriors 3. "Take him to the healers." He said, gesturing to Fandral. The second they were out of earshot Odin turned back to Heimdall. "Are his injuries from the battle?" He said, eyes burning.
"No. He has been taken by Laufey. He is now the King's mate." Heimdall said solemnly.
"No!" Thor yelled. "Father we have to go back, we have to rescue him!"
Odin turned to stare at his eldest son. "To go back now is to declare war. If Loki was betrothed to Laufey then we have no right to remove him."
"What?! No! Father that is insane! Loki doesn't belong there!"
"Why" Odin said slowly, "Do you think I forbid you both from ever going? Do you think that maybe he would have been safer here? He didn't even know he was Jotun, now he is lost to us!" His voice had steadily risen as he spoke, revealing the depth of his fear. Thor shank back beneath his father's wrath.
"This is my fault." He said at last. "There has to be a way to fix this."
Odin stared at him for a long moment. Why did his older son have to learn humility at the expense of his younger? "I will try to think of something, but Thor, Laufey knows Loki is precious to us, he may be unmovable."
"There has to be a way." Thor said softly. "We have to bring Loki home."
Loki lay still in the darkness. He couldn't sleep, he was too afraid. The hours had crept on and Odin had not returned. Loki didn't want to think about what that meant. Maybe he was gathering his forces, raising the army. Maybe the first wave would arrive tomorrow. Or maybe they weren't coming, maybe peace was more important. Loki knew it was, he just didn't want to think about it. One prince wasn't worth a war. He would have to escape on his own.
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It took Loki three days to recover enough to move about easily. Laufey continued to apply the numbing ointment, and the Jotun healers came to examine him after the first night. They told Laufey off in front of him, apparently he'd been too rough for a first mate, he'd 'torn the seal' with far more force than necessary and caused excessive bruising. Loki lay still while they scolded the King, he fully expected Laufey to order their deaths. Instead Laufey softly stated that he had limited time before Loki's brother tried to rescue him and that he would be more careful in future. Loki bit his lip at the mention of the future, not if he could help it, he was going to get out of here.
The way he saw it, if he could escape long enough to get to the Bifrost site then Heimdall would bring him home. His illusion magic could help there. He just needed to stay curled up, too 'sore' to move.
It worked, he slipped from the castle surrounded by shadow and fled, still limping slightly, to the Bifrost site.
"Heimdall. Heimdall, bring me home, please!" He called as loudly as he dared. Surely Heimdall would be keeping an eye on him. "Heimdall!" he hissed, glancing over his shoulder at the castle lights in the distance.
His surroundings lit up, the Bifrost pulled him upward. He almost sobbed with relief as he felt himself fly upwards and into Laufey's lap.
Laufey hadn't even known Loki was up. He was as tricky as his reputation, but the binding spell had held. Loki couldn't go too far from Laufey without being teleported straight to his mate's side.
Loki stared at Laufey, he had frozen in shock. Laufey suppressed a smile, he didn't think it would have the right effect.
"You are bound to me, Loki." He said softly. "We will never be parted."
Loki pulled back, but Laufey held onto him. Refusing to let go as Loki struggled harder and harder. He wrapped both arms tightly around him. Loki started to scream, in anger, frustration and fear. He kicked and jerked, tried to slam his head back against Laufey's nose, he reached back and tried to claw his eyes out.
It didn't work, Laufey was too strong, it was like fighting a statue. Laufey held him until he was forced to stop through sheer exhaustion. Chest heaving, Loki finally stopped struggling.
Laufey was impressed. Loki had fought for the better part of an hour. His strength was a good sign. He would carry strong children, and hopefully many of them. They should have been married years ago, centuries. They could have had half a dozen children by now. He leaned down and nipped Loki lightly on the earlobe. Loki stiffened in his arms. He tried weakly to begin struggling again but he had fought away his strength. Laufey slid a hand down Loki's flank, sparking an exhausted cry from his mate. He slid his hand under Loki's coverings, stroking his thighs and letting his hand wander upwards. Loki whimpered in his arms. He twisted, trying to prevent Laufey's hand from getting any higher. Laufey continued to nip at Loki's ears and neck, his skin was soft, as ice maidens' tended to be. He was a beauty, a true prize. Laufey lifted Loki up and carried him back to the royal bedroom.
Loki whimpered in fear as Laufey laid him down.
"Don't." He pleaded. "Don't do this, don't hurt me."
Laufey leaned down and nipped again at the skin of Loki's neck. "I don't want to hurt you." He murmured. "I want to mate with you."
Loki renewed his struggles at the words, and Laufey realised that, to Loki, hurt and mate meant the same thing. Their first encounter was not the way to start a marriage.
"This will feel much better than the first time." Laufey said, sliding his hands up the length of Loki's body. "Mates are enjoyable, relax now, I will be careful, I have time to be careful now."
His words did not work. Loki fought him at every turn, every touch, every nip...
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... Laufey rolled over onto his back and pulled Loki with him. Loki was still caught up, gasping softly as his body worked its way through to completion. A few minutes later he slumped against Laufey's body, exhausted. Laufey nuzzled into Loki's hair, enjoying the feel of it against his lips. Loki made a murmur that may have been a protest but it was too soft to be sure. Moments later he was asleep, the first proper sleep he'd had since the day he'd come to Jotunheim to back up his brother.