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I don't own Thor or Marvel- heck, if I did, I wouldn't be battling through two degree to get a friggin' job!
Loki glanced out the window after another session of personal relief to see the magic fireworks exploding over the tournament grounds. The hormone surges were getting worse, and he had demanded that no one enter his chambers until the tournament was over. His meals were being delivered by his maid, but he could stand her presence for only a few minutes before yelling at the poor old woman to leave. The moment she was outside the door, he had to resort to more thoughts of Thor on top of him, pulling his desires to the front and encouraging him into the most unbelievable contortions imaginable. He found it rather pitiful on his part that he had to resort to such primitive means of relaxation, but he didn't have much of a choice. It was either self relief or vomiting from the surges wrapping around his belly and shooting through his spine every time he moved a muscle.
"Prince Loki?" Helga's voice came from outside the door. Loki chose to be quiet this time, if only to get the woman to leave that much sooner. Surely enough, the woman shot into his room, took the tray of breakfast utensils out, and left a large cart of meats, cheese, wine, vegetables, bread and fruit for lunch. Before he even had a moment of decency to thank her, she was out the door and down the hall. Loki sighed as he realized he must have come across as such a jerk to the old maid, but he would make it up to her later. The old girl needed a good vacation, and he could at least send her on one while Thor and he chose a new portion of the castle to call home and moved all of their belongings into the new rooms.
"Ugg…" Loki mumbled as he flopped his head back on the pillow before he hauled himself off the bed to fetch the necessary nourishment required for further activities. He swore, after this whole ordeal was over, he'd never endure this again. If he even felt the slightest tinkling of hormones raging against his will, he'd find Thor and get him to deal with it. He was the God of Mischief for Odin's sake! And now, reduced to the most carnal pleasures of his own hands (and chaffing horribly)- Loki thought he'd become nothing more than a bed thrall.
He grabbed a loaf of bread and a plate of meat and cheese, stuffing part of the loaf in his mouth and biting it like a dog. He stuffed it down as he padded his way back to the bed, plopping his still nude ass back on the plush surface. He placed the loaf down and picked up a large piece of cheese, stuffing it down with the vigor of a starving man. He managed to eat the whole plate of meat and part of the bread before shoving himself off the bed again to retrieve another plate. Minutes passed after he resorted to rolling the cart over to his bed.
"I feel like a pig" Loki admitted to himself after tossing the last plate onto the empty cart. He couldn't believe that Thor hadn't helped him in consuming the entire cart worth of food. Quick footsteps repelled off the walls of his hallway, forcing Loki to snap out of his trance and grab his nearest set of pants. Just as he managed to get his button in place, the heavy wooden door flew open and Thor stood there, panting with a look of pure elation plastered on his bright cheeks.
"Brother! I placed into the finals!" Thor announced as he ran forward to embrace his brother. Freki was right behind him, growling in warning. Thor released the ruffled Loki and pressed a small kiss on his forehead.
"That's wonderful news brother, but unless you can speed up time and hurry tomorrow into today, I suggest you don't manipulate my front any further." Loki replied as he pushed Thor a good arms length away.
"Oh, Loki, father says he requires you to speak tonight for the final round." Thor announced as he released the sweet sorcerer, who gladly grabbed a glass of water, partially froze it, and then dumped it on his chest. The tiny bit of frozen relaxation the act allowed was well received, cooling Loki's nether region to a tolerable smolder. Thor couldn't take his eyes away from the soaked sorcerer. Loki's pale skin dissolved into bright blue flesh where the water had splattered. Loki himself didn't realized his skin was showing until Thor's greedy stare drew his attention to his belly, where the blue was spreading slowly and quietly across the plane of his stomach.
"See something you like?" Loki asked grimly as he turned away from the ocean blue orbs and towards his closet. He had to wear something if he was going to endure the torment of being around so many unintended people at once. He hoped that Odin had some idea of what to do about the whole situation, but knew there was nothing to help him for now. He was beginning to regret suggesting a tournament to the Allfather. After all, he hated tournaments in the first place.
"No- I-I mean- Yes- I mean- I shoul-" Thor's fumbling words were stopped by Loki's slender fingertips. The look in the emerald spheres was enough to make a eunuch fall at the second Prince's feet.
"Thor." Loki announced, his word careful and pronounced.
"Yes?" Thor replied through the fingeres, his voice giving his insecurity away.
"You should be at the feast. I will be there shortly." Loki replied curtly. He quickly turned back to his wardrobe to grab his third finest tunic. Thor waited for a moment, taking in the sight of his brother's body returning to its normal coloration before the forest green tunic covered the sparse skin.
Odin and Frigga didn't expect Loki to arrive so early on in the feast, but were glad to see the magically inclined prince take his position at the head of the hall. There were still catcalls and drunken declarations of love thrown the prince's way, much to a very withheld Thor's dismay. Hogun and Sif were holding the man to his seat while Volstagg was stuffing his face full of meat and mead. Fandral was nowhere to be found, but Loki recalled that he was supposed to be in the semifinals today. Most likely, he met once of the Frost Giants in battle and failed to defeat him.
"Are you well enough, my son?" Frigga inquired as she reached his forehead to feel the moderate fever that burned there. Loki smiled at her and nodded, knowing that unless he fainted, there was no way out of this ordeal.
"I am fine enough, mother." Loki said as he reached for the coldest goblet he could find and started to guzzle it. The cold seemed to help a little, but unless he was bathing in it, nothing could quell his lust.
"This will be over shortly. Your father knows you shouldn't be forced to try this for so long." Frigga replied, sneaking a large chuck of ice into Loki's hand. He smiled at her for such a gesture, and silently promised that he wouldn't play any pranks tonight to alter the victory of tomorrow. He had planned to release a bag of rats he'd found in the dungeons a while back, but the thought seemed low key even for him.
"I take it you are in good health, my prince?" An unwelcomed voice came from behind Loki's shoulder. Loki twisted his head slowly to see Epsilon standing at his side, holding a goblet of wine.
"Yes, fair Captain. I just haven't been feeling well these days." Loki replied, trying to hold his inner disgust of the man to himself. Frigga and Odin adored Epsilon, but the recent revelations from Amora had made them extremely suspicious of him. Apparently, despite the best attempts at protecting them, Loki's warnings went unheeded by the royal mother and father.
"Captain Epsilon said that he and Thor took wonderful care of you while we were imprisoned. He's such an amazing man, Loki." Frigga added in. Surely enough, Loki could feel the shiver of repulsion run its course up his back.
"Thank you, my dear queen. And might I say, you look stunning tonight." Epsilon said as he took her hand in his large paw and offered it a small kiss. Loki swore he could feel the vomit rising in his throat.
"Oh, Captain! You are a flatterer!" Frigga replied as she bid him farewell with a push of the hand. His golden gaze turned to Loki again, leaving the prince feeling as vulnerable as a deer carcass to a roaming bear.
"I hope you'll be cheering for me tomorrow, dear Loki." Epsilon said as he raised Loki's hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the fingertips as he drew the prince to his last tolerable stance.
"Of course, Captain." Loki replied robotically. He would be damned before he relinquished the tiniest cheer for the Captain in this tournament. He'd rather tear out his own vocal cords and stomp on them before he'd ever cheer for that monster!
Epsilon took Loki's awkward shoulder position as the means to leave. Odin stood to address the crowd as Epsilon took his seat next to his defeated compatriots and the other off duty guards.
"I thank all of you for coming to this tournament and fighting for my son's hand. Tomorrow marks the last day of this fair tournament, and to the four finalists, I wish the best of luck! Captain Epsilon!" Epsilon stood and waved to the cheering crowd.
"Prince Helbindi!" A large Frost Giant stood and waved at the cheering dwarves, dark elves, and a few very drunk Asgardians that had cheered for Epsilon.
"Marburk!" A dwarf stood this time, waving to many more cheers.
"And Prince Thor!" The entire hall erupted in applause, making the building tremble in vibrating cheers. Thor was more than happy to raise Mjolnir in the air as he stood, which gained even more earthquake worthy raucous. Loki's headache returned after the first round of applause, but by the time Thor was receiving cheers, Loki was ready to paint the floor a new shade of avocado green.
"And now, my son Loki would like to wish all the competitors good luck in tomorrow's event." Odin finished as Loki forced himself to rise, leaving the comfort of the ice block against his lap.
"I would like to thank all of the competitors for competing, and wish you all the best luck in your future journeys. To the four remaining warriors, I hope to see you at your finest tomorrow." Loki automatically said, his royal training kicking in to not show favoritism or malice towards any of the competitors. The last thing they needed at this late hour of the game was one of the kingdoms throwing a fit over Loki helping Thor or Epsilon in the tournament.
"And with that, please feast, make merry and prepare for the final round tomorrow!" Odin bid them all to continue their drinking and jests of power. Loki could feel another surge of hormones striking through his system, making his body tense with frustrating heat and threadbare restraint. He reached over to his goblet and captured the chalice in his pale, feverish hands, taking a large swig of the fluid within. He swallowed before he realized that it was not his goblet that he had drunk from, but the golden chalice Epsilon was holding not moments before. A glance to the Captain revealed a devilish look, laced with sickening desire and potential for mischief. Loki's eyes darted around, looking for an escape from this personal hell.
"Mother," Loki began, grabbing Frigga's attention. The Queen whirled around and smiled at her son.
"Yes, Loki?" Frigga inquired briefly.
"May I be excused? I am not feeling well." Loki implored, his eyes pleading against his will. His skin was starting to sweat, and he feared if this continued, his façade as the proper second prince of Asgard would fall harder than the battle of Jur.
"Of course, my son. Would you like a maid to escort you back to your rooms?" Frigga asked. Security had been doubled since the abduction, but none of the guards could be spared or trusted for such a menial task. Though typically loyal, Odin and Frigga feared that any man left alone with Loki would gladly take advantage of him in this prolonged state of heat.
"I would be glad to assist him, my Queen." Epsilon offered as he approached the table. Frigga smiled at the kind Captain, but Loki swore that if the entire hall wasn't filled to the brim with drunk, volatile imbeciles, he would have gladly stabbed his salad fork straight through Epsilon's chest plate and into the void where his heart used to be.
"Thank you, Captain. Loki, let Captain Epsilon take you to your room." Frigga ordered. Not wanting to cause a scene while he was this vulnerable, Loki nodded curtly and rose from his seat. Epsilon's hand found its way behind his back and guided him towards the door, refusing any drunkard from falling at the prince's feet. When they were half way up the stairs, their silent journey stopped when Epsilon's hand corralled the young prince between its sibling and the wall.
"I think we need to have a little talk." Epsilon hushed against Loki's ear. Loki shook his head, afraid to open his mouth with the bile rising in the back of his throat.
"There's nothing to talk about. Please, I do not feel well." Loki tried to remain civil, but still wished this buffoon would take the hint and let him go.
"Oh, but there is. You almost succeeded in getting me thrown out of the tournament. Now, why would you do that, fair Loki?" Epsilon inquired as his dominant hand rose to Loki's chin, forcing the sorcerer to lift his head and meet the Captain's eyes.
"Because, you chose to enlist Amora and stole my parents to cheat in the tournament. Your penance is your own, but apparently you managed to evade that." Loki said as Epsilon held him tightly to the wall. Loki felt his nether region flaring, the hormones raging against his dying restraint.
"Amora could have said 'no' whenever she wished, but she wanted the throne. But you seem to be having a bit of" Epsilon's knee met Loki's crotch, drawing a small keen out of the prince as he wrestled against the larger form of the Asgardian Captain. "Trouble?"
"Get off-!" Loki growled, trying his best to fight the man.
"Oh, but you let Thor do this to you, did you not?" Epsilon whispered into the young prince's ear. Loki struggled against the bulk of the larger man, futility kicking out without success.
"Thor did nothing like this to me!" Loki gasped as he struggled against the larger man.
"But he touched you, and it should be fair for all competitors to touch the prize if one does." Epsilon suggested. Loki froze, realizing that according to the rules, Epsilon was correct. Since Thor was allowed to touch him, all other competitors had to have the same rights.
"Please, Captain, I need to leave." Loki begged. Epsilon smirked down at his captive.
"But then I won't be able to help you get that mixture out of your system." Epsilon said.
"Mixture? What did you poison me with?" Loki barked, gripping the larger man's golden cloak as he fought for purchase.
"Oh, I would never poison you, dear Loki. But you'd be surprised what a bit of cocoa extract and bilgesnipe fat will do for your 'condition'." Epsilon tossed out. Loki realized that the aphrodisiac would send his system into a tizzy in less than half an hour. Epsilon must have grown a brain and looked up Frost Giant's and how to mess with the internal system. Loki's feet crumbled beneath him as Epsilon's strong hands caught him in an iron clad embrace.
"Please, stop." Loki roared, his typical straight forward sense of action dissolving with the panicking clenching of his chest. Epsilon chuckled against the young prince's ear.
"Don't worry. I won't violate you." Epsilon said as he lifted the young prince into his arms and carried him the last few steps to his chambers. He nodded to the guards at the entrance, who allowed them into the rooms without questioned, but insisted the door remain open.
"What are you doing?" Loki asked, his mind clouded and painfully straining for any sense to restore itself to a decent heightened alert.
"Nothing you will regret." Epsilon said as he laid the prince on the bed, his hand slipping down to divest his feet of the formal boots his parents had made for him. Next came the emerald cape he was so fond of wearing, tossed to the side like a dirtied handkerchief. His shirt remained on, but his belt was loosened as Epsilon palmed the prince's belly. Loki cried out with a small keening yelp.
Large paws beat a path down the hallway, hastening as they heard their treasure cry out in such a low tone, no Asgardian ears would have heard it. Freki jumped around the two guards and into Loki's room. A momentary glance at the bed and Freki's nose went off like an alarm. The scent of spilled seed and Loki's cries were enough to propel the wolf's fangs directly into Epsilon's presented rear.
"GAHHH!" The Captain screamed as Freki growled and bit down harder. Epsilon launched himself off Loki's form and to the door of the room, dislodging the ferocious wolf from his backside as he spun off the bed.
"Freki?" Loki asked, receiving a gruff bark as affirmation of the wolf's presence.
"That mutt is crazy!" Epsilon cried as he limped out of the room. The guards looked inside to see a disheveled Loki and a still enraged Freki guarding the green eyed prince.
"Prince Loki? Are you alright?" One of the guards asked. Loki nodded briskly, his head aching as he tried to cover himself. He motioned for the guards to shut the door to his chambers, so he could be alone with the wolf.
"Thank you, Freki." Loki said as the wolf climbed onto the bedding, resting his muzzle beside the young prince's head and giving him a small kiss. Loki smiled at the wolf, reminding him of the young pup he'd found some years back. A tiny, black wolf puppy with a white mask on his face found on an odd hunting trip, who eventually became known as Fenrir. Last Loki heard of him, he was guarding the southern fields sheep.
Loki delved a hand into the thick fur and petted the wolf a few times before sleep over took him.