"Don't touch that." Thor said as Fandral reached for one of the books.
"You really think he's inside one of these?" Sif asked.
"I know it."
"But which one?" Sif asked.
"We will have to make our best guess to try to save time." Thor said.
"Are you certain it is only these books we need to check?" Fandral asked as he looked around the room at the thousands of books.
"No, but these were obviously his favorite. It is the best place to start. We will begin with the top shelf." Thor reached down and pulled out a stack of five, careful not to let any of them flop open.
"Let's see, The Works of Shakespeare, The Sword in the Stone, Crimson Peak…Cinderella?" Sif quirked an eyebrow at that last one. "I vote this one." Sif said as she held up Cinderella. She was betting that Loki was playing the main character and would love to see him in a dress.
"No. I think Shakespeare is the best place to start. Gentlemen? Lady? If you would all place your hands on my shoulders?" None of them knew if they needed to be touching when Thor opened the book in order to get sucked into the story, but it was as good a guess as any. Thor opened the book and once again he found himself riding a wave of nauseating light.
Boisterous laughter broke out from a distance. The first thing Thor noticed was that he was high up. The next thing he noticed, was that he was wearing a dress. His golden locks were long, reaching his ass though curled and coiffed to perfection. He had big pearl earrings in his ears and a necklace that matched. His baby blue dress highlighted his eyes. His sleeves were puffy and huge to accommodate his masculine shoulders. His big skirt hid his massive muscular thighs.
He looked down and noticed that his friends were all dressed like characters from a Shakespearian tale, not too different from what they were used to. They were also colored in black and white, while he was in color. But why was he in the dress and not Sif?
"Thor if I live to the ripe old age of 10,000 I will never see a lovelier sight than I do right now!" Fandral shouted from the ground below.
"Oh shut up!" Thor bellowed.
"My lady?" Came Loki's voice. Oh no. Loki is Romeo. At the sight of his brother in the bushes, howls of laughter rang out from his friends. Bent over and cupping their knees, fat tears fell from their eyes as they laughed themselves sick and breathless. Romeo couldn't hear any of it.
The compulsion to speak overtook Thor once more and he cringed as the familiar words demanded to flow from his mouth.
"Romeo, Romeo. Where fore art though Romeo? Deny they father and refuse thy name. Be but sworn my love and I will no longer be a Capulet." Thor bellowed like a general on the battlefield. More loud cackling followed. More words came from Thor's lips, speaking of names, roses, and sweetness. Thor spoke like a smitten girl and turned beat red as he did so.
"I take thee at thy word!" Loki shouted from the ground, emerging from the bushes like a love sick puppy. Thor's friends watched the scene play out as sweet romantic words were exchanged between the two. As the scene dragged on the weirdness of it became worse and even the Warrior's Four could not hide their cringes as Loki pledged undying love to Thor. The sounds of Juliet's nursemaid came and Romeo took off.
"Thor? Don't Romeo and Juliet make love later in the story?" Sif called up.
"I need to get the hell out of here." Thor said. If he stayed in this story he would be compelled to fuck his brother. Thor hitched up his skirt and flung a leg over the balcony.
"Thor! You are really high up and you don't have Mjolnir. If you fall, you'll break your neck!"
"I have a theory. Hear me out." Thor fell backwards from the balcony then, at an angle that would surely snap his neck. Sparks of light engulfed him once more and when he landed on the ground it was the floor of Loki's library. Nevertheless, the landing was still painful.
"Thor!" Sif screamed at him.
"You idiot! You scared the hell out of us. I thought you were going to die!" Volstagg bellowed.
"Nay. The stories aren't real. If you die in the story the story ends and the book spits you out."
"You didn't know that." Hogun said.
"Well, I know it now." Thor said.
"Does anyone want to venture a guess as to why you got stuck in the role of Juliet instead of our fair Sif here?" Fandral asked.
"I'm sure Loki did that specifically to punish me should I ever find out about his little hidden worlds. And if any of you ever speak of this to anyone I'll challenge you to Holmgang." Thor said. All of his friends snickered again.
"I'm serious!"
"Alright, alright Your Highness. So sensitive." Fandral said.
"Which one should we try next?" Hogun asked.
"The Count of Monte Cristo?" Sif asked.
"Dracula? Interesting title." Fandral said as he held up the book for close inspection.
"We could check Cinderella." Volstagg looked at Thor with a cheesy smile.
"No." Thor said.
"Crimson Peak." Fandral said. "Sounds bloody."
"Sounds like it is about a woman's monthlies." Sif said.
"Whatever. It'll do. Open it." Thor said. They came together once more and Fandral opened the book.
Thor was alone in a dark, dusty, dilapidated looking room. He was also dressed in a girl's evening gown and his long blonde locks were wavy, almost bushy.
"Why am I always the girl?" He lamented. He heard the floorboard creek. It raised the hair on his arms and he looked about wondering what kind of book he was in.
"Sif? Fandral?" He turned and standing before him was a blood red specter with a giant hole in its head. Its boney hand reached for him and he screamed.
"Thor. It's me. Volstagg. What's the matter?"
Thor stumbled back and fell on his ass, looking up at his friend. Now that he was over his initial shock he could make out Volstagg's resemblance.
"Beware of Crimson Peak." He said. Volstagg's skeleton coughed then, as though to dislodge the alien words from his throat. "Sorry about that. I don't know why I said that."
"Because you were supposed to."
"Why did you scream?"
"You need to look in the mirror." Thor said. Volstagg strolled to the other side of the room as though he were walking in a park. Volstagg screamed, half-way, until his jaw bone fell off onto the vanity.
"Ha!" Thor barked a surprised laugh. Volstagg picked up the wayward appendage and snapped back in place.
"How am I supposed to put meat back on my bones with a such an unreliable hinge?"
"Edith! Edith!" Came a loud rasping at the door. It was Loki's voice. Thor jumped to his feet and answered it.
"Yes."
"I heard screaming. Are you alright?"
"No. I'm not alright. I need to get out of here!" Thor said, suddenly looking tearful and panicked. Loki ushered him from the room. Volstagg followed. Along the way he ran into Sif and Hogun who were also looking rather ghoulish. Sif had a meat cleaver sticking out of her head. Loki led Thor into a parlor where another woman waited. He took a seat on the couch and a cup of hot tea was thrust into his hands.
"What happened?" Loki asked as he got down on one knee. He looked dashing, dressed in the period clothing.
"I have to leave. I have to get away from here." Thor said, sounding very much like some frightened simpering maiden.
"You've nowhere else to go. This is your home now." Lucille said, sounding both sweet and fake.
"You're upset and need some time to calm your nerves. Some fresh air would do you good. I know, tomorrow, we can go to the post office." Loki said.
"Finish your tea. It'll calm you." Lucille said. Thor drank it down and blacked out.
He awoke with a start, alone in that room again, in bed. Sif and the others were standing next to the bed, minus Fandral.
"What happened?" Thor asked.
"Fandral is missing. We've looked everywhere. Oh, and that woman poisoned you, and we are pretty sure Loki is in on it." Sif said.
"How do you know?" Thor asked.
"Because we watched them fuck last night. They're brother and sister, as it turns out. You are young Edith, his wife." Volstagg said.
"I don't like this story." Hogun said.
"Thor, I'm afraid to ask which part of this world Loki would find so appealing? This is the second time you've ended up in a dress and played the part of Loki's love interest. I'm detecting a pattern." Sif said.
"You are over-analyzing the situation. It is just a scary story, meant to get the blood pumping. That is all." Thor said.
"I hope so, because delving into why Loki enjoys stories filled with sibling incest would open up a discussion no one here wants to have. Agree?" Volstagg said.
"Agreed." They all said.
"Loki's not my brother. We aren't even the same species." Thor added, hoping it would help.
"Thor, everyone knows that, except your mother. I'm sure if she heard you say that it would break her heart."
"I'm not saying that I don't love him. I do! But I don't know who he is anymore. The older he got the more he withdrew. We no longer held common interests and I didn't know how to keep his attention. In fact, I'm pretty sure he came to hate me. I neglected him. He's a Jotunn in a country that does not want him, let alone treats him like a prince. But I was too busy basking in the praise of others to notice his plight. Now, I am chasing shadows and ghosts."
A knock came at the door.
"That's that Lucille woman. Don't drink the tea." Sif said. Lucille entered with the breakfast tray, and Thor noted the predatory smile. He had to admit, if Loki had a sister, she would look like her. Loki entered a moment later.
"Good morning darling. How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Fine." Thor said.
"Good. After you are done eating lunch we will head to the post office."
"Lunch? What happened to breakfast?"
"You were so tired; I didn't want to wake you darling." The Loki character smiled at him as he fiddled with a cufflink on his sleeve. It was a beautiful smile, but it was his eyes that caught Thor's attention. There was so much heartache, longing, and desire there. Something inside of Thor trembled beneath his fictional husband's gaze, and he stopped breathing. Lucille frowned and left.
Thor ate his oatmeal, but did not drink the tea. Afterward, he opened up the closet to the uproarious laughter of his friends.
"Shouldn't you all be looking for Fandral?" Thor asked.
"But Thor, won't you need help with all those petticoats, the corset, and the stockings?" Sif asked.
"Even if I do, you cannot aid me, now get out. Go find something useful to do, and if you can't, make a game out of tossing Volstagg's lower jaw about." Thor said. Volstagg managed a partial chuckle before his jaw came unhinged on one side. The three ghosts of friendships past gave him his privacy, cackling as they went. Thor looked at the dresses and sighed. He would have to depend on the magic directing his movements to choose a garment.
After a near hour of an embarrassing dressing ritual, Thor was ready to join Loki on the ride into town. The air was cold and Thor could sense a storm approaching. In his fluffy cupcake looking gown and manly blonde beard, he stepped up into the carriage. He was relieved that, whatever the plot of this story entailed, at least his friends would not be around to witness whatever was coming next. The wind picked up the further they went and by the time they reached the post office it was snowing.
Thor watched as Loki placed a special order for green ink. The post master handed Thor a letter. He wanted to open it, but was compelled to simply put it in his pocket.
"I'm sorry Sir, but the storm is dangerous. The road is no longer passable and you would both freeze before making it back to Allerdale. We have a room where you can stay. It is small, but warm and clean." The man behind the counter said.
"I thank you. It will do." Loki said. They were lead to a small bedroom in the back of the building. As promised it was cozy but warm. It was already dark outside and Thor stood there watching as Loki placed another log onto the fire.
"Well then. Time to settle in for the night." He said. Thor swallowed. The bed was not very large and the two of them would barely fit.
"Here darling, let me help you out of your corset." He said.
"Thank you." Thor trembled as he turned around. He felt his fingertips play across the laces going down his back. Though he looked like a linebacker in lace, with a beard no less, he couldn't stifle the sensation of feeling pretty, vulnerable, and delicate. Loki's hands ghosted over his shoulders and waist as his gown slipped off his body. The corset came open in back and Thor sighed, breathing deeply for the first time in hours. All that was left on his body to protect his modesty was a thin, flower print shift. It was feminine and soft on his skin, rubbing against his cock and stimulating it to a semi-stiff peak.
Loki began undressing as well before hopping into bed. It was still early and there was nothing to do. What could a newly married young couple do in a stranded location, with a comfortable bed and a romantic fire? Thor felt sweat roll down his neck. They curled towards one another in bed, but Loki's gaze was far away.
"What are you thinking? Thor asked.
"Dark and unpleasant things. Things I cannot change."
"Why do you look to the past Thomas, when your future is right here?" Thor felt compelled to say, though he partially felt he wanted to ask the real Loki this question also. Loki looked into his eyes, eyes full of want. He felt it then, the mutual desire. Loki closed the distance with his lips and Thor felt his brother's tongue invade his mouth. He reached for Loki and soon found himself on his back with Loki creeping up his body like a panther, hungry and ready to devour. He hands raked down Loki's back as they shared another heated kiss. When his hands reached his ass he pushed his pants back to cup the creamy firm globes that would power the engine of their coupling.
Loki slinked down then, pushing up Thor's gown, dotting kisses up his legs to his thighs. It was only then, that it dawned on Thor that Loki had to put his dick somewhere, and he did not possess the correct anatomy. He was about to be taken like a maiden and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't even protest it.
Loki pushed his pants all the way off, revealing his smooth silky flesh with a leaking rosy tip. Thor laid there and watched as Loki grabbed his cock and guided it to his back entrance. Thor widen his thighs to allow him entry, and whether or not he was compelled to, he couldn't say.
It burned going in and he cried out at the lack of lubrication. Loki pulled back and then leaned to the nightstand, searching and finding some mineral oil, of which he made use. Slicked and coated, Loki pressed back in. This time it was much smoother, much better. The sensation of being stretched was strange, but quickly forgotten when Loki bucked his hips for the first time. Thor held on as Loki pounded into him. The look in his eyes…Thor shuddered seeing so much love. Loki kissed him again, feral and desperate. Thor wrapped his legs around Loki's hips and accepted everything this man could give him. The change in angle caused Loki's penis to hit something inside of him and Thor mewled from it. The onslaught on that place was brutal, and Thor came, seeing stars in his eyes. Loki continued on only a moment more before he too found release.
"I love you Edith."
"I love you Thomas." Thor heard himself say. Quiet tears rolled out of his eyes. This wasn't real, not Loki, not this place, nothing save for the breaking of his heart.
