Valkyrie explores some deep thoughts about her position as defender of the throne. Trying to find some peace for the evening she hides away with a good book, but even the grand library doesn't give solace from the ever-persistent prince. Again, she gives into the prince's taunts and leaves him all hot and bothered. He relieves his frustration with help from his boy.
Warning:
Contains graphic homosexual male sex.
Contains graphic male masturbation.
Tags: devotion, confrontations, kissing, drama, homoeroticism, gay sex, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, orgasm, masturbation, love, verbal abuse, sadism, masochism, licking, unrequited, face slapping, obsession, physical abuse, come eating
Valkyrie's Age: of course in the MCU, Valkyrie is older than Thor and Loki to have battled Hela, but in my story I exercised creative freedom and made her considerably younger.
Standing in the palace's grand library, Valkyrie trailed her fingers along the rows of books on the shelves. What was she looking for? What did she want to read? She enjoyed reading but the desire was abandoning her at that moment. Why was she there? The question addressed the entire palace.
Sworn defenders of the throne. That was laughable. They were prisoners, all of them. Prisoners to their bodies and their oaths. Valkyries were like Midgardian soldiers who fought in wars without a choice. The arduous battle of all was the crown against Hela. The first child of the queen and king waged a ruthless battle against the crown, tearing the planet apart.
Hela rebelled against Asgard's ideology of female submission. Deploring slavery, she called for its abolition. Those who were smart knew the true reason why she instigated the war. Odin refused her as heir to the throne because she was female. Protesting the institution of slavery and female submission, she caused slaves and female commoners to rebel. The warriors of Asgard divided, some taking a stance with her and some with the king. She called the rebellious women and slaves to her side, adding them to her forces.
Becoming a formidable force, Hela was unstoppable. The war appeared infinite until Odin sent the Valkyries. The brave Valkyries fought shedding blood, both women and Pegasi fell from the sky, and all appeared grave, but to everyone's astonishment, it was enough. She reduced their numbers by two thirds, but the Valkyries were fierce.
Hela's army became jaded, and Odin dragged his insufferable child home. He wanted to ban her from Asgard and cage her, but a woman called for her death. Frigga wanted Hela's head and he gave it to her. Frigga got whatever she wanted, including the death of her first-born child, a female.
Demonstrating great valor during the war, Brunnhilde returned home becoming a hero bestowed with honors though she saw herself as anything but honorable. Everybody cheered, calling her Valkyrie, the blood, soul, and backbone of the cavalry. There was nothing she could do but accept their praise. The Valkyries were all she knew. They were sisters with a similar tale of being young girls whose families abandoned them to the crown.
The tale of Valkyrie's abandonment started when her parents, a baron and baroness, wanted her to marry an elderly viscount who was a widower with two dead wives. At the time, she was an adolescent without having her first menstrual cycle.
Valkyrie's parents sent her to meet the viscount, allowing her to stay at his house. The man was vile and lascivious, trying to have his way with her before marriage. Defending herself with the ferocity of a mother bilgesnipe protecting her young, she gave him a black eye, a broken jaw, and a broken rib which pierced his lung. As he held a rank higher than her father, his word was gold, stating she was an ill-tempered spoiled girl who needed grooming if she were to marry. He omitted the information of trying to sample her goods before marriage.
Deciding Valkyrie was hopeless and unsuitable for marriage, her parents presented her to the queen and king. As a Valkyrie, she lived in the palace. Some of the Valkyries' parents maintained a relation with them, but she was another girl tossed to the crown to become a prisoner.
Fighting in battles they disagreed with was confining like a prison. Addition to this, a Valkyrie was a prisoner in her own body. They were prohibited from having sex, a significant other, a spouse, or children because it caused them to stray from their duties. The idea that a woman hardened without these things was true. All the little girls' hearts hardened to the world and they became a fierce force on the battlefield.
Valkyrie was alive. She had a body craving a man's touch. Of course, other girls helped themselves to satisfy their urges, but the notion of masturbation was rejected by her. Her heart had hardened to the extent where she believed it was shameful to pay attention to her urges. The belief that masturbation was the same as submitting to a man, kept her from tending to her needs.
On immediate arrival to the palace, the libidinous Prince Loki took a liking to Valkyrie. She was an adolescent, and he was a grown man. He started with polite conversation and moved to pleasant compliments on her beauty which were fine, but they became incessant, and she grew uncomfortable around him. Avoiding places where the prince was found, she strove to have a peace of mind, but he started appearing where she was and became apoplectic, demanding her attention. As a result, she hit him and that was her greatest mistake.
Some people knew the prince was a sadomasochist, but they neglected to tell Valkyrie. Loki was sadistic with males and masochistic with females, which many found odd. After hitting him, the lewd comments ensued, and he picked her chords with pleasant taunts. She tried to resist, but he got to her every time.
Valkyrie was afraid of repercussions when she hit Loki. Besides becoming aroused, he did nothing. Repercussions by the prince was the same as admitting his own wrongdoing. A Valkyrie who broke her vows received harsh penalties, but a person tempting them to break those vows also received punishment. He was a prince and was above the law, but the crown faced a tremendous amount of shame if it were known he was tempting a Valkyrie. An ouroboros of taunts and slaps ensued.
"A copper for your thoughts?"
Valkyrie's heart slammed to her rib cage and she shot back from the bookcase, knocking into the queen. Frigga used her hands to steady Valkyrie and a soft smile danced on her lips.
Gasping, Valkyrie placed a hand over her mouth, embarrassment swarmed her being.
Dipping her head, Valkyrie said in a rush, "My Queen, please forgive my clumsiness. I was in my own mind and did not mean to nearly knock you down."
Frigga waved a hand at Valkyrie and kept her gentle smile on her lips.
"It is nothing," Frigga assured her. "I saw you over here and decided to come say hello."
Lifting her head and dropping her hand from her face, Valkyrie calmed, saying, "Thank you, my Queen."
"So, did you find anything interesting to read?" Frigga asked looking at the books. "Oh, Midgardian literature. It is an immense catalog. The Midgardians have such imaginations and an aptitude for storytelling."
"I…have not decided on anything," Valkyrie replied, glancing at Frigga's two hand slaves.
Herleifr, referred to as Black Bull with great fondness, and Telnolith were two hulking men who were taller and had more muscle mass than Thor. Telnolith was fair skinned with long red hair and Black Bull was black. Frigga had to brand her slave mark onto Black Bull's ankle because of his dark skin. Her symbol was a series of lines forming circles and triangles with the Asgardian letter for the F in her name and two birds. The symbol was beautiful and looked great as both a tattoo and brand. The two slaves wore seafoam blue tunics with a steel blue trim and a silver sash tied around their waists.
The largest of the two slaves, Black Bull, was a big bull of a man with a robust stomach of muscle like a barrel. He was a Minotaur, appearing to be of a mythical manifestation. Frigga had his septum pierced and put a gold ring in it, intensifying his resemblance to a bull. His head was bald, his lips thick and smooth, and his deep brown eyes were gentle and soft.
Once a fighting slave, Black Bull was undefeated. He coined his own moniker in the pit, and everybody agreed it was fitting as he had a move where he charged an opponent and flipped them over his back. After he won five thousand one battles, Frigga wanted him and Telnolith as her hand slaves. Telnolith and Black Bull were lovers in the fighting pit and the overseer kept them from facing each other in the ring. Slaves could fall in love if the master allowed it. Rumor around the palace was the queen enjoyed watching the two make love.
"Well, the Odyssey is good," the queen informed, tapping a finger on the book. "As well as Beowulf."
"I've read Beowulf thousands of times," Valkyrie beamed.
"Of course, you have." Frigga crooned with fondness. "As have we all."
The absence of Frigga's personal guard slave prompted Valkyrie to voice her curiosity, "Where is Sif?"
"In the corridor," Frigga replied with an aloof shrug of her shoulders. "I can only stand her countenance of constipation to a point."
Valkyrie issued a polite laugh, but Sif's life was a haunting reminder that she was lucky to be of noble birth and not common.
A rebellious fighter, Sif gained the reputation of a common girl who had a propensity for being disrespectful to men. A disrespectful common woman's punishment was death, a public beating and humiliation, or slavery whether she was married or committed to someone. Sif escaped punishment due to her mother being the epitome of a common free woman. A modest baker, Sif's mother showed humility to every man, including her gambling drunkard of a husband. The free men, including those with the hardest of hearts, were unable to bring themselves to harm Sif, but her destiny to become a slave was imminent.
Sif's father had a huge gambling debt. A man could sale himself, his wife, or children into slavery to pay a debt. Some contracts outlined that the slavery was for a limited time and some called for it to be indefinite.
Since nobody wanted Sif, her father presented her to the crown. Hearing of the man's reputation, Frigga knew he was selling her into slavery because his wife was supporting his habits. Agreeing to buy Sif for the price of his debt, the queen left him with a spoken contract. The queen said he had to change his ways and support his wife like an upstanding free man, or the next time he fell into debt she would take him as a slave. The man started working in his wife's bakery and discontinued drinking and gambling.
Sif was a hard egg to crack. Odin had her beaten, threw her to The Warriors Three, Frigga's slaves, and Loki and Thor's male slaves, but she remained resilient. As a final decision, Odin placed her in the fighting ring. This was uncustomary as female slaves were valuable when compared to male slaves.
Beating every man, Sif proved herself a worthy opponent. Odin wanted to put her against Black Bull, but Frigga swayed his decision, saying to kill a female slave was a waste. Odin's response was to make Sif the queen's personal guard slave as there had been several attempts at her life. The Allfather said if Frigga wanted Sif to live, she had to deal with her. Placed as Frigga's personal guard slave did the trick as Sif performed the task without any protest, but the queen had that effect on everyone. A gentle vibe of a mother radiated from Frigga though some of her demands were questionable.
Nodding her head to the queen after she said Sif was in the corridor, Valkyrie offered, "I hope the day finds you well."
"It has," Frigga replied with ease as a testament. "Well, if you excuse me, it's time for my spa treatment." Taking Valkyrie's hand, Frigga placed it on the Odyssey and patted it, saying, "It's a delightful poem."
A gleeful smile lit Valkyrie's face and she removed the book from the shelf.
"Enjoy your spa, my Queen," Valkyrie bid Frigga.
"Oh, I shall," Frigga replied with a grin echoing her sheer delight and bid her hand slaves to follow.
Many in the palace assumed the two beasts doubled as pleasure slaves.
After the queen left, a smile settled on Valkyrie's lips as she became content. It was normal for the queen to have talks with Valkyrie at times. Frigga was like an adoptive mother to all the Valkyries, taking them under her wing when they arrived as little lost waifs.
Flipping the pages of the book, Valkyrie believed the Odyssey was a Greasing adventure about a man named Ulysses, who was the eighteenth president of the USSR. As she understood, a man named Homer, who drank a lot of beer and had a wife with blue hair, authored the story. Of course, she had it all wrong as she hated studying Midgardian life in school.
Stepping from the bookshelf, Valkyrie gazed toward the top floor of the library. On the top floor was a window nook she enjoyed as a hiding spot. Loki left her alone when she was reading, though being the Master of Magic and God of Mischief, he could find her anywhere.
Tucking the book under her arm, Valkyrie raced past the scribes busy at their desks, darted up the many flights of stairs, and occupied the nook. Opening the book, she tried to read but the thought of Loki kept plaguing her mind. She was growing paranoid as many times she sensed him around her with his presence pervading her chambers plenty of nights. There were times when she smelled his scent of minty breath and citrus oil. One occasion, she smelled the Glow Water he liked to use to tease the senses of others.
Shrugging, Valkyrie told herself that she was obsessing over an obsessive jerk and refused to allow him more of her time.
Leaning against the soft pillow of the window seat, Valkyrie propped her legs on the cushions and relaxed. The book absorbed her consciousness, and she was on a trip with Ulysses. She had experienced nothing like an adventure. The battles she fought occurred within The Nine Realms and that was like a giant backyard. She was curious about what the rest of the galaxy was like and how the people on Midgard lived. Visiting Midgard was forbidden to all but slavers, spies, and scouts. Wiser people believed the crown made this order to keep people from becoming enchanted with the free minded Midgardians.
Midgardian slaves were desired at a high degree as many claimed they were natural slaves. Slavery was against the law in their realm, and this increased the desire for them. The fact that they were hard to break was enticing. The drawbacks to owning them were that they had short lives and disallowed the Elixir of Longevous created by the healers. Valkyrie questioned the reason for the elixir's existence since Asgardians were already longevous. The crown prohibited masters from issuing it to their Midgardian slaves because they decreed it was unethical to interfere with a species biology. The actual reason was the crown was afraid that if Midgardian slaves lived longer lives, they would flood the economy jeopardizing their profit as they controlled the flow and price of slaves throughout The Nine.
"'Cyclops,' said I, 'you should have taken better measure of your man before eating up his comrades in your cave. You wretch, eat up your visitors in your own house? You might have known that your sin would find you out, and now Jove and the other gods have punished you.'"
The smooth voice reading the story aloud slid into Valkyrie's brain and stabbed at her mind. She cringed, gritted her teeth, and closed her eyes, wishing for his disappearance. Counting to ten, she hoped he vanished. Mint teased her nose telling her how close he was to her. Her flesh began to crawl, making her want to skin herself with her dagger. Easing her eyes open, she focused on the prince's haunting face. His face was mere inches away from her, close enough for her to make out his pores.
"Odyssey," the prince pronounced, plucked the book from Valkyrie's hands, and took the liberty to sit at the end of the window seat. "Such a good poem."
"Good, I'll leave you alone with it." Valkyrie sneered in disgust, standing.
Using magic, Loki transferred his form in front of her, blocking her path with his lanky frame.
"Uh uh." Loki shamed her with the shake of a long finger. "I didn't say you could leave."
"Loki move," Valkyrie demanded, balling her hands into fists at her sides.
"You didn't say it nicely," he sang, placed his hands behind his back, and swayed like a little boy teasing on a playground.
"OK." She ground her teeth. "Loki…"
Holding a vainglorious finger in the air, he corrected, "My Prince."
After exhaling a deep breath, trying to keep her composure, she said, "My Prince…I would like to be on my way."
Valkyrie tried to pass Loki, but his long arm shot across her form, gripping her shoulder.
"Password?" Loki asked.
"What?" Valkyrie snapped. "What's wrong with you? You're acting like a kid on a playground! A little shit that torments girls, pulling their pig tails, and looking up their skirts!"
"Hmmm…" He pondered before repeating, "Password?"
Sighing with defeat, Valkyrie submitted.
"Please?" Valkyrie guessed with the slight raise of her arms.
Moving his form in front of Valkyrie, Loki gripped both of her shoulders and towered over her like an evergreen overshadowing a sapling. He grinned his coprophagous smile with its row of plentiful teeth that appeared unable to fit in his mouth. How his mouth stretched wide with his thin lips was amazing.
"No." Loki squeezed and kneaded Valkyrie's shoulders in attempted inducement but succeeded in increasing his creepiness. "The password is, 'I will succumb to your nightly needs, my Prince.'"
"That's more than one word," Valkyrie noted.
"For you, I have as many words as are needed," he intoned with sweetness. "You should hear me in bed saying such nasty things to my boys and girls as I dine on their flesh." Leaning close to her ear he presented his lust, "Do you like me sucking and teasing your pussy, my little brown sugar lovely?"
"Filthy bastard!" She shouted, ramming her knee into his gonads.
Releasing Valkyrie's shoulders, Loki shouted and grabbed himself.
"Ah! Mmmm…mmmm…" Loki mumbled.
Locking his eyes on Valkyrie, Loki released a deep groan with a shudder coursing his form as he succumbed to rapture.
"Pig!" Valkyrie snarled.
"Oooh, yes," Loki said in a panting breath.
As a last offense, Valkyrie slammed her fist into Loki's stomach, grabbed his shoulders, and threw him on the floor.
"Stay away from me." She said and added in a snide manner, "My Prince…please."
Valkyrie strolled from Loki with confident strides. She was angry, intense, and consumed with ravishing power. After she descended the flight of stairs, he laid back and groaned.
"My Lord, are you alright?" A scribe exclaimed, running to Loki's side. "What has befallen you? Shall I send a slave for a healer?"
"Get away from me!" Loki snarled, pushed the man, and stood. "I was merely resting."
Disturbed by his hormones, Loki straightened his clothes and tried to appear put together. The scribe's lowered eyes caused Loki to tilt his head and examine himself. There was a prominent lump in his pants.
Damn, Loki thought. Of all the days not to wear a skirted vest.
"Is there a problem?" Loki asked, pulling at the hem of his top, wanting it to grow longer.
"No, my Lord," the scribe shook his head with swift movements.
"Good," Loki bit, taking on a threatening tone. "You saw and heard nothing."
The scribe nodded in agreement.
After flashing a villainous smirk, Loki vanished casting an invisibility spell. Leaving the library in a rush, he sprinted to his chambers and burst through the door.
"My Lord Prince Loki?" Cedalore breathed as Loki was invisible.
As invisibility called for stealth, Loki left Cedalore in his chambers.
"Get out!" Loki barked in his thundering tone and Cedalore flew from the room.
Dropping the invisibility, Loki hurried to Geirwyn's door and pounded his fist against it. The prince was already undoing his pants when the slave opened the door.
"Yes, my…" Geirwyn started.
"Shut the fuck up!" Loki demanded, gripped the boy's long black hair, and yanked him to the floor on his knees.
Tugging his engorged member from his pants, Loki's hand flashed along his endowed length. Yanking Geirwyn's head back, he thrust his manhood in his face. Geirwyn thrust his tongue from his mouth and Loki slapped him.
"Just hold your fucking mouth open!" Loki ordered with a growl.
Geirwyn complied with dutiful obedience, enjoying the blazing pain running up the side of his reddening face. As Loki stroked himself to a furious rate, he was curious what had gotten him hot, though he was enjoying it. Like a chick waiting for food from its mother, Geirwyn held his mouth open for Loki to feed him his essence. Loki gritted his teeth, tilted his head back with his taut throat stretching and his laryngeal prominence threatening to break free. A shout mimicking the call of a pained wild beast ripped from the prince's throat, his white sludge squirting from the tip of his rod to bathe Geirwyn's face. The goo ran down Geirwyn's cheeks and the bridge of his nose, some pooled in his eye, and some sprinkled in his hair, but most hit its target, splattering in his mouth to bathe his tongue.
Panting labored breaths like he had run a marathon, Loki's chest heaved. His strokes on his member slackened until he dropped his hand. Tilting his head, he peered at Geirwyn from behind hooded eyes.
Patting Geirwyn on the cheek as praise, Loki instructed, "Swallow."
Geirwyn closed his lips, swallowed the acrid ooze and Loki smiled, adoring the boy.
Ruffling Geirwyn's hair, Loki said, "Good boy. Now what do you say?"
"Thank you, my Prince for bathing me in your greatness," Geirwyn replied with sincerity, a pleasant smile crawling across his face.
"You're welcome, my little cum guzzling whore. Now let me clean you up."
Loki ran his tongue over Geirwyn's face, cleaning his semen like a mother cat cleaning its kitten. Once Geirwyn's face was 'clean', Loki pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. Pulling the boy from his knees, Loki took his hand and led him to the chaise. Settling on the plush cushions, Loki lifted one leg onto the comfortable chaise and lounged. Geirwyn knelt before Loki and placed his head in his lap with his sticky deflated manhood pressing against his cheek. The prince's member was impressive while limp or hard.
Closing his eyes as Loki stroked his hair, Geirwyn relaxed with the man he loved and trusted with his life. Geirwyn was Loki's forever.
laryngeal prominence: Adam's apple, a feature of the human neck formed by the angle of the thyroid cartilage around the larynx
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