"Should I pack anything else?" Loki asked Fandral.

"A large club, an ankle snare, and a chastity belt. That's all just for Fandral." Sif said.

"I take it you'll be packing a large block of ice to sit on." Fandral said. "No doubt you'll need it to soothe your aching womanhood after being exposed to my presence for such a long period of time."

"Oh for the love of the Norns, go shag in the bushes already!" Volstagg said.

"I wouldn't let Fandral shag me if my life depended on it." Sif said.

"Then that is exactly the circumstance under which you shall do so. A scenario where you must fuck me or die. I await the day eagerly."

"You'll await the day with a gray old withered prick." Sif said as she straightened the saddle on her horse. Loki has never been horseback riding. His family couldn't afford one and riding in a carriage was an extremely rare luxury. He's used to walking everywhere. The pony picked out for Loki was one often given to beginners. She was a sweet animal that was not easily spooked. Sif showed Loki how to mount her.

They were heading into the Dark Forest on a hunting trip. Thor could not go with them. The burdens of the crown weighed on his time. Loki did not mind. He needed a break from Thor. All he could think about when he was near the man was how desperately he wanted to be bent over and ridden like the pony he was currently riding. It was like a perpetual state of insanity.

"So aside from tracking animals, what else will we do in the woods?" Loki asked. Fandral wiggled his eyebrows at Loki.

"We'll roast meat on the fire, drink mead, and tell stories about great illustrious battles." Volstagg said.

"But we already do that in the dining hall." Loki said.

"Yes but we also get to shit in the woods without running water in the middle of the night, while the predators are roaming. And sleep on the cold hard ground with naught but a thin fur to keep us warm." Sif said.

"I'll keep you warm." Fandral said.

"Enough." Hogun said. The sexual innuendo from Fandral had reached critical mass. Loki smiled. The group had a good balance of seriousness and lightheartedness.

Loki enjoyed seeing a part of Asgard he'd never traveled to before. The endless fields of wildflowers in every color of the rainbow were breathtaking. Loki savored the moment in silence. By evening they'd reached their campsite and began setting up their tents and fire pit. They'd brought with them a side of cured ham to feed them on this first night. Tomorrow night they'll be eating only whatever they manage to catch. It was a good incentive to be successful.

The moon was full and the night air warm. The smell of the woods was thick with moss, dead leaves, and burning wood. It was a heady scent that would permanently mark a place in Loki's memories. The meal was good and Loki laughed hard at the many jokes told round. Loki had so few good memories, let alone funny ones, that he did not wish to share. He feared he'd dampen the mood.

He started to feel agitated by the combination of sweat and dust on his skin. He needed a good wash.

"I can hear the creek nearby. Is it safe to bathe alone at this time of night?"

"By and large yes. Most of the nocturnal predators live further up the mountain this time of year. The berries are in season. Plus, the favored watering hole for the animals is several hundred yards further downstream. You should take a knife with you just to be safe, but I think it would be fine." Sif said.

"Oh good." Loki pulled out his ruck sack and reached in for his roll of goods. He'd tucked away a bar of soap inside a folded washcloth and wrapped that in a length of toweling. He grabbed his evening clothes and headed off to the creek to wash up.

He went south but found the drop off to the creek shore to be very muddy and steep. He followed the water, up-stream until the ground leveled out and he felt he could safely enter the water without drowning. He looked around, much like a frightened doe fearful of a mountain lion, checking to make sure it was safe to approach the water. Satisfied that he was safe, he stripped down to his bare nakedness and dashed into the water. It was freezing. He yelped in spite of himself, and made to lather the soap and the washcloth quickly with shivering hands.

Meanwhile back at camp…

"I need to use the facilities." Sif said, which was a far more eloquent way to say, I need to shit in the river. Nevertheless, her friends knew what she meant. "Loki headed that way yes?" She asked, pointing south.

"Aye." Volstagg said.

"I'll go up this way then." She said heading north. She went to a spot in the creek where the bank mud was a little too thick. She looked around and then squatting awkwardly, did her business in the river, and used the water to clean herself. She tried to stand and the suction of the mud pulled her bare ass into the water, and she screamed from the shocking cold of it. She tried to get up only to feel the surprisingly strong current of the creek sweep her downriver several dozen feet. Her skirt slipped off her feet and floated away and she yelled after it, looking like a damn fool. She caught the wayward garment, holding it up in the air like a prize. She found her feet and stood in the water, making her way back to the bank.

Then he was there before her. Totally nude and glowing in the moon light like a water sprite. Wet smooth creamy muscled lithe perfection, with a halo of raven hair. She saw him before he saw her. She smelled him too. The lavender soap did nothing to hide his heavenly pheromones. The water seemed to even enhance them. Sif felt her heartbeat increase in tempo. Her eyes dilated. She felt overwhelmed then by an insatiable need, too long ignored.

"Loki!"

"Sif?"

"Run!" She growled through gritted teeth. In the moonlight Loki could just make out the contours of Sif's face and bare lower body. What alarmed him was her scent. The scent of an Alpha female gone into rut. It is a topic of conversation not discussed politely in open air. People often referred to it as baby fever. Omega males being rare as they are, Alpha females often find themselves in want of children. Stories of female alphas raping omega males are not all that rare. Many simply explain it away as a temporary madness. Whatever name it was called, there was one thing Loki knew, he needed to listen to Sif and get away.

Like Sif, Loki felt the suction of the mud on his feet slowing his movements. Sif charged towards him and he screamed for the others. Hogun got there first and put himself between Sif and Loki, ultimately wrestling her to the ground.

Volstagg and Fandral appeared soon after. However, Volstagg quickly wrapped his arms around Fandral from behind to restrain him. Loki was still naked and his scent was overwhelming.

"Oh Volstagg, he smells so damn good!"

"NO! He's mine. I want children!" Sif cried.

"Fandral lad, you and the lass are both in grave danger of committing treason against your friend and your King. That fuck or die scenario you and Sif bandied about earlier today is here." Volstagg nodded to Hogun. "Bring them both, we'll toss them into a tent and let them have each other." Volstagg said. Hogun dragged Sif, kicking and screaming back to camp where the two were tossed into the structure together.

They went silent. Loki pulled his towel tightly around his bare form as he followed the group back to camp. He ducked into his own tent to change back into his full day clothes, complete with dagger sheath. So much for cotton pajamas. After a long moment of quiet, sounds of heavy breathing, kissing, and other things began to emanate from the tent.

"Finally. It's about time those two played hide the stick in the bushes. Loki really is a lucky charm. We've been waiting for Sif to give in and just let Fandral have her for years now." Volstagg said.

"She would have given in years ago if Fandral were not such a fool with his boasts." Hogun said.

"Oh come off it. You and I both know he's all pea and no cock. He's been pining after her for the better part of a century now. I honestly didn't think it would ever happen." Volstagg said.

"Oh! Oh God right there! Uh!" Sif bellowed from inside the canvas walls.

"Fuck! He's so god damn delectable! I just want to plow his weeping cunt until the ground floods with his juices!" Fandral yelled.

"I want to ride him like a wild stallion!" Sif screamed. Loki blushed seven shades of red. He'd never been so embarrassed in all his life and that included the auction where Thor had bought him, near naked and in heat.

"I really don't feel comfortable staying in camp with them tonight." Loki said.

"It'll be fine lad. Now that they've started they won't be able to stop, and once they stop they'll pass out from exhaustion. They'll wake up clear headed and feeling rather foolish." Volstagg said.

"I'll keep first watch." Hogun said. "You need to rest." Hogun said to Loki. He hated to admit it, but now that the adrenaline had ebbed, he was feeling incredibly tired. Loki crawled back into his tent and fell asleep to the sounds of rutting Alphas screaming his name.