In which Asta and Loki learn something about sex and violence.
In her mind, Asta had prepared for this moment, over and over again. Everything in the Light Elf abhorred violence and death. But she knew the choice was unavoidable. So why couldn't she do it? "ASTA!" shouted Loki. "What are you doing?"
His wife looked back with anxiety and terror on her face. "My husband," she gasped, "the only way to truly stop Ragnarok is to finish them. How can we do such a thing?"
Loki howled as Skuld stabbed at his neck with another rusty needle. "You must!" he roared, "or they will finish us and everything we love. DO IT, ASTA!"
Groaning, she mentally tightened the binding on Verdandi till her ribs cracked, blocking out the crone's scream. Crawling over the tapestry, Asta raised the Is Sverd and brought it down on Skuld's neck. The brilliant blue blade slashed through the hide and sinew of the Norn, but the severed head laughed. "You cannot kill us, insects! We will tear you apart and your children-" Loki's booted foot shot out and kicked her like a macabre child's ball, watching her roll past his wife.
Asta was shaking with the effort of holding back Verdandi and Urd. "I don't know the spell- I need-"
Cool, strong hands grasped hers. "I am here," Loki's voice was low and deceptively calm, forcing his wife to focus. "Tell me."
Looking at the incalculable length of the tapestry, Asta said, "I need to have the weaving reversed. To the beginning. Is there any spell powerful enough?" Loki's groaned internally. His sweet wife was the only person in his life who always looked to him with complete, unalterable faith. It was the expression he saw now on her beautiful face, and he must find a way.
Taking her shoulders, the Prince squeezed them hard. "We must hold, Asta. You must not let go." She nodded vigorously and Loki wasted a moment to kiss her blood and dirt-streaked face. The most powerful master of magic in Asgard pushed through the hundreds of thousands of spells, arcane and ancient cluttering his mind. "Asta, do you remember the runes you spoke as you stepped sideways from the Realm and left our world?"
"Yes, but-"
Loki hushed her. "Just keep reciting the spell, over and over again. Do not stop." He watched her pink lips begin to shape the arcane words as he drove through his exhaustion to recite his own.
It was agonizing.
Asta thought nothing could be as painful as what she'd endured in the Black Court, but in the moment, she would have gladly chosen the former to this. Blood began beading at her husband's emerald eyes, pouring from his nose and mouth. Loki saw her terror and managed to grit out one word. "Hold."
With a grinding roar, the vast cavern pulled itself somehow sideways, in reverse. Asta found herself standing on the east wall, Loki hanging vertically from the ceiling. Swallowing against her nausea, the Princess found the threads she needed: three thick cables wound against each other. Steel gray- stronger than titanium, the cables bled into the beginning of the tapestry, winding like bloated worms in and around the millions of other threads. Raising her wedding gift from the Jötunn, Asta slammed down on the coils with all the rage and horror and pain of her empty womb and their stolen sons. There was a blinding flash and the unearthly, cheated screams of the Nornir. Then the world righted itself and they were alone in the mountain of tangled yarn and silk.
Asta wavered for a moment, then launched herself at her dark husband. She meant to kiss Loki with love and relief, but he jerked back slightly as she bit his lower lip, adding to the crimson stream running down his chin. His huge fist found its way into Asta's snarled hair and Loki yanked her tender scalp hard, exposing her neck. She moaned in a guttural, helpless way as her husband's white teeth latched on to the soft skin there, drawing blood. The girl's hand grasped against his armor, dragging down greedily to his crotch. Loki was already hard, hugely swollen and pushing against the leather fastenings of his pants. All she could manage was a shuddering gasp as Asta pushed and pulled at her tall husband, trying to make him lie back. There was no coherent thought, only the drive to climb onto his lovely, thick cock and do it now.
Giving a half chuckle, half groan, Loki yanked his greedy wife's hands away from his crotch and flipped her over on to her back on the piles of embroidery silks scattered around them. Asta gratefully spread her legs, arching hopefully against that thick part of him until her dark husband shoved a hard thigh between hers to hold her still as Loki pulled at her skirts, dragging them up and tearing her silks loose. He felt her heaving chest against his and thought vaguely that he should kiss his sweet little wife, soothe her with words... but instead, Loki ripped open the leather covering over his cock and shoved it into her. Gritting his teeth against Asta's shriek, he put his mouth back on hers to silence her and began rutting against her wildly. After a moment, Loki felt her hands grip onto his ass, nails digging in as her hips kept trying to shove up against his. He hadn't even checked her to see if his wife was ready for him- but the violent plunging and arching between them was unstoppable. There was a roaring in his ears as he finally heard Asta speak, only to moan, "Harder! Please, harder, please..." Loki braced his feet against the floor, pushing deeper into the searing warmth of his wife's pussy. He'd never fucked her this hard- the only clothes removed were those needed to get access to her cunt. But there was that sweet voice again, hoarse and demanding, still begging him, "harder..."
Asta was half-insane with desperation and need. Why wouldn't Loki fuck her? It needed to be more- she needed all of him driving inside her. Her heels- still in her riding boots- dug viciously into his bare ass, helping those sleek hips of his to slam into hers harder. It hurt, it burned, his cock was freezing her inside- and it wasn't enough. She bit against him again, his mouth, Loki's neck, his ear. There was something about gnawing on her mate that Asta needed, the feel of his flesh between her sharp little teeth. She could feel one of his big hands spread across her breast, squeezing it harshly. "More," she managed to groan, putting her hand over his. She was being shoved back over the slick silks underneath them as her dark husband kept rutting into her, back arching and still crying out piteously for more. The world and everything around them shrank down to that part of them joined, wet and hot as Loki kept driving that huge and talented spear into her heat and tightness. He couldn't feel anything else, not even Asta's savage little bites or his hand squeezing her breast. Her heartbeat was so frantic he could feel it in the pulsing walls of her pussy, and Loki's began to match it in speed. The last thing Asta would remember was his warm hand sliding up her neck to press against it. "Come now, my greedy little bitch. Come all over my cock and soak it. Do it now." With an ear-splitting scream, his sweaty, incoherent wife obeyed him, her back arching into an impossible bow as she locked her thighs around his hips, pulsing sweet streams of slick and grasping his cock so tightly that Loki's come shot through him and coated Asta's pussy inside and out. They moaned and shuddered against each other, backs arching as the orgasm burned from the nerve endings of one to the other, passing back and forth until the couple was left twitching, wet and exhausted.
It was some time before Asta could even remember where they were, much less her utterly appalling and whoreish actions. Burying her face into Loki's sweating neck, she tried not to cry. "What?" he asked, still panting, "what is it, my beautiful little savage?"
Groaning as he felt her hot tears against his cheek, Loki smoothed her wildly tangled curls. "I'm so sorry!" Asta sobbed, "I don't know what's wrong with me! I- I- I bit you! I grabbed at you like an animal!"
Petting her for a moment as she wept, the bloodied prince tried not to notice that her anguished shaking was having an interesting effect on his dick, mainly rousing it from it's exhausted state. "My sweetheart- darling- you've done nothing wrong." Loki's cock was beginning to swell inside her again, and he talked faster. "Asta, love... you have to understand. This is very common on the battlefield. The separation between the passion of violence and the passion of fucking is very close. I've seen men and monsters alike tear each other apart, still sporting gigantic erections. The feeling of victory over your enemies... it's absolutely carnal. You're a magnificent warrior, and you're simply responding like one. As your husband and fellow soldier, I'm very happy to be on this battlefield with the woman I wish to be impaled on my cock. Far more so than my traditional battle finish, with my idiot brother waving that dick of his to anyone who could not escape the experience." He was gratified to see his weeping wife relax and start to smile.
"Ugh. To finally defeat the enemy and your only reward is Thor wielding his... Mjölnir?" To his utter shock, Asta began giggling at her own little dirty joke. Pulling her over him, Loki settled her sticky thighs on either side of his.
"Really..." that voice was back, that dark, dangerous tone that Asta knew meant trouble. "My sweet wife is more interested in my brother's... weaponry than mine?"
Bringing her hand down to fondle the base of his dick still buried inside her, Asta soothed, "With the fearsome size of the armament buried inside me? There's no room for anything else, my darling." Loki felt his bride begin that sinuous circling of her hips against his buried cock and groaned. And he thought Asta was demanding when she was with child... It was the last coherent thought for some time. When the God of Lies finally regained consciousness, he found Fryktløs standing over them with the most judgmental expression an animal could possibly wear.
"Really?" groaned Loki, painfully disengaging from his wife and covering her modestly. "Really? You do remember those two little mares in Nidavellir?" Fryktløs tossed his dark head with an insolent huff. "Don't you dare," snarled his master, waking Asta and getting to his feet. "Three days! Three days I waited for you, you equine slut!" Gently placing his exhausted wife on his friend's saddle, Loki kissed her swollen mouth. "Let's go home, my savage little soldier. Let me take care of you."