Loki's desires and obsession causes him to suffer both mentally and physically. Unable to control himself, he explodes.
Tags: devotion, confrontations, kissing, drama, no sex, dirty talk, love, verbal abuse, sadism, unrequited, obsession, physical abuse, sexual abuse, voyeurism, emotional/psychological abuse
Closing the cover of Exquisite Corpse, a book about cannibalism by the clever Midgardian, Poppy Z. Brite, Loki stood. Fifty minutes had passed since he began the book, and finished, he slipped it back into its place on his bookshelf.
Loki found it fascinating how Midgardians were intrigued by cannibalism. The holy communion and sacrificing the lamb in the Christian faith were examples of their intrigue. Devouring someone and taking them into your being was a revolting offense but he understood that there was a bridge between it and the relationship between master and slave. A master's hunger for obedience and pleasure was insatiable. Feeding off a slave's body, mind, and spirit, provided a master with the boost in supremacy that he needed. Slaves new to their bondage underwent slicing, stripping, cleaving, and carving apart like a roast. Next, masters dressed and garnished them in all their desires.
As with all slave owners on Asgard, Loki was a glutton, but his feasting of flesh consisted of pleasurable fellatio, cunnilingus, and anilingus. Though he had a warped mind, the idea of devouring a person's flesh through digestion was detestable.
Pushing the macabre thoughts from his mind, Loki trailed his fingers along the books on the shelf. Coming t Lovecraft anthology, he began to tug it from the shelf, but the words scrolled along the binding of the book beside it drew his attention.
Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice.
Loki's eye twitched in agitation. Who dared to put that on his shelf? The slaves that frequented his chambers were Geirwyn, who found reading boring, and Cedalore, who might have read the book when he granted her down time.
Midgardians produced talented and imaginative writers, but Anne Rice lacked those qualities, at least in Loki's opinion.
Snatching the offensive book from his beloved shelf, Loki stormed out his private library.
Reaching the lower level of his chambers, Loki shouted, "Cedalore!"
Loki's booming shouts caused the glass adornments on the hearth to shudder and clang.
Outside sweeping the stone patio, Cedalore squeaked as her master roared. Loki had a pleasant voice, but when angered it rose to blood curdling tempos.
As Loki stormed toward her, Cedalore dropped the broom and fell to her knees, prostrating before he reached her. Stopping with his booted feet in front of her, he tossed the book with it thumping her head and tumbling to the patio.
"What is that?" Loki demanded with the snap of his fingers.
"I…" the girl stammered, raising her head a smidgen. "I…don't know. Forgive me, my Lord Prince Loki, I don't know. It's a book."
"Of course, it's a book, you clod," Loki snapped. "Burn it. I don't allow such trash in my personal collection."
"Yes, my Lord Prince Loki," Cedalore replied and stood, gathering the broom and book.
"If I find that you put that trash on my bookshelf, I will have you beaten to within an inch of your life. Understood?" Loki continued snarling as he returned to his chambers.
"Yes, my Lord Prince Loki," Cedalore responded, following Loki.
Setting the broom in a corner, Cedalore tossed the book into the hearth, covered it with kerosene, and lit it on fire.
"My Lord Prince Loki, I am sorry you are distressed," Cedalore spoke with caution. "Is there anything I can do to relieve your discontent?"
Loki fixed his gaze on Cedalore for a moment. His thin lips crept into a smile and he strolled to her with his eyes drinking her form. Standing before her, he ran the tips of his fingers along her arm. She closed her eyes as her master's sweet breath teased her nose. The girl's heart was a caged bird beating its wings at her ribs and clawing her throat as she thrilled at having him close to her. Like silk, his hair flitted against her cheek and his breath tickled her ear.
This is the moment! This is it! My master is going to make me a woman! Cedalore's mind screamed.
"Anything?" Loki's seductive voice flowed from his slippery lips, tingling the girl's unused flesh.
"Yes, my…my Lord Prince…Loki," Cedalore replied in a hot breath with her eyes closed.
"Well," Loki continued to speak in an enchanting tone, "you can start by getting a brain in that cavern of a head of yours. You can't relieve anyone's discontent, not even your own. You can't even find your own clit while you lay in your bedroll at night trying to understand that sheath of repulsive flesh you wear."
Crushed, Cedalore hung her head with her long hair curtaining the tears that fell from her eyes. Loki moved to his collection of herbs, ignoring the girl's disposition.
Testing the herbs' soil with his fingers, Loki ordered, "Water these."
"Yes, my Lord Prince Loki," Cedalore replied in a voice that quivered, moving to complete the task.
Geirwyn's door opened, and he flung a tatterdemalion into the chamber by her hair. The girl fell at Loki's feet in a lump of blue, black, and red flesh. Huddling on the rug, she kept her head down with her red streaked blond hair covering her face. Her tunic was missing its sash and was torn along the side seam exposing her marred flesh and abused breast. Circling the feeble form, Loki nudged her with his foot at different points. Tucking his foot between her thighs, Loki lifted her leg and viewed the ravaged flesh of her red smeared vagina and anus.
Letting the girl's leg drop, Loki moved to Geirwyn and asked, "Well?"
"She has something to tell you, my Prince," Geirwyn informed, moving into the chamber.
Returning to the girl, Loki tucked the toe of his boot under her chin and lifted her head.
"I'm waiting," Loki notified.
A violent shudder rattled the girl's body, giving the appearance that she was falling apart.
Pushing her hair from her face, she lifted her raccoon eyes to her master and sobbed, "My Lord Prince Loki…please spare me more pain for…for…for…for I am sorry for sharing my body…your body…with Master Thor's slave…slave boy…" The girl paused, trying to gather her thoughts. "Please…no more pain, my Lord Prince Loki. If…if…if…if you must…kill me…"
Loki removed his foot from under the girl's chin and her head flopped to the floor.
"What do you think?" Loki addressed Geirwyn.
"I think that it would be a waste to kill such a slut like Caska," Geirwyn offered with a nefarious smirk. "Honestly, I hope she fucks another man slave so I can have her again. So much fun we have had, right sister?"
The girl convulsed, issuing loud sobs.
"Hmmm…" Loki pondered. "I could give her to you permanently."
Geirwyn grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"No, my Lord Prince Loki!" Caska screamed in terror. "I beg you, kill me, but do not give me back to my slave brother!"
Like a rattling corpse resurrected and crawling from its grave, Caska scrambled across the floor and gripped Loki's foot. Pressing her swollen blistered lips to his boot in desperation, she showed her sincere regret at committing the offense.
Loki allowed Caska to prostrate herself. Becoming annoyed, he flung her back with the shake of his foot.
"Oh, death would be too sweet a redemption for you, my scummy whore," Loki snarled and spat in the girl's hair. "Running around letting slaves use you like a latrine. I gift you the honor of sharing my bed and this is how you repay me?"
"My Lord Prince Loki, I am ashamed. Please forgive me, I shall never look at another man again. My heart, my soul, my body, my cunt, my back hole, it all belongs to you," Caska professed, wallowing on her belly.
Loki returned his gaze to Geirwyn who shrugged.
Nodding his head in understanding, Loki called to Cedalore, "Cedalore, take this piece of dung to the healers. Once they are done with her, escort her to the slave chambers. She is to bathe then immediately retire to her bedroll."
"Yes, my Lord Prince Loki," Cedalore replied and rushed to Caska's side.
Cedalore took Caska by the arm but released it when she screeched.
"Oh, I broke that one," Geirwyn said with ease like he was noting the day of the week.
"Get up, girl!" Loki shouted without care of Caska's injury.
Cedalore wrapped a tender arm around Caska's waist and helped her to her feet. Clinging to Cedalore like she was a raft tumbling on white water waves, Caska teetered out the door.
"My Looord…" Geirwyn sung, flashing a cunning grin at Loki.
"No," Loki replied, dismissing Geirwyn's advances.
"Oh." Geirwyn's lips dropped to a pout.
"I'm not in the mood at the moment," Loki informed, trailing a finger along the boy's cheek, and flitting his fingers in his long hair.
"I'm always in the mood, my Prince," Geirwyn noted, leaning in wanting to taste his master's lips.
"Of course, you are," Loki replied. "You're a slut." After allowing Geirwyn a brief kiss, he huffed and said, "It's just…"
Trailing his eyes along his master's form, Geirwyn's eyes settled on his fists that stirred with small sporadic shakes. Loki was frustrated and in need of something other than a slave boy. The frustration was of the unattainable. Loki had confided in Geirwyn about his burning desire for Valkyrie. The title of best boy came with many perks besides eating the food of the free, his own chamber, and sitting on furniture. Several times during restless nights, Geirwyn sat with Loki and listened to him speak at lengths about all things that plagued him. As a slave, Geirwyn listened and cradled his master in his arms without giving advice.
"Is there anything that I can do, my Lord?" Geirwyn asked with his voice heavy with concern.
"No." Loki shook his head. "I'll take a walk."
"Yes, my Prince." Geirwyn bowed his head and retired to his bed chamber.
Sighing, Loki examined his hands. He clenched and released them trying to quell the shakes. Relenting, he left his chambers and made his way to the palace's grounds.
Ambling along the perimeter of the palace, Loki tried to occupy his mind by focusing on the labor slaves tending the grounds. Odin owned all the labor, breeder, and fighting slaves in the palace. They all wore gold tunics with brick red trim and black sashes. Their ankles displayed Odin's slave mark of a valknut in a series of circles with triangles on the outside housing more valknuts and wavy lines like sunrays. Reaching a ripe old age, Odin stop keeping pleasure slaves, but he did have a hand slave. Rumors lingered in the air of the palace that Odin was impotent, and Loki was sure his mother must have leaked the information.
Loki stopped at the slave rings. Female breeders were walking in single file with their wombs filled with the next generation of slaves. Allowing slaves outdoor exercise and recreation kept them in shape.
Loki detested children, though Frigga was prone to reminding him that he needed to take a wife. The adverseness he had toward children had its roots buried in his birth.
Asgard allowed selling infants into slavery, but there was a law against infanticide. The practice of selling runts into slavery existed on Jotunheim for years, but Asgard intervened when they learned how they dealt with infants left after sales. The idiotic Jotuns thought the birth of smaller infants was a disadvantage instead of an evolutionary event. Any runts left after sales were killed.
Notified of a Jotun market sale, Asgardian warriors stormed Jotunheim, but they arrived at the slave house to find a slaughter of blue infants. Removing their capes, Asgardian warriors swaddled the baby corpses preparing to take them to Asgard for a proper burial. One warrior lifted a tiny blue baby corpse and a small blue hand thrust from where it had lain. The warrior pulled the baby from among the dead and presented it to Odin. The baby was King Laufey's son.
Odin wanted to sale the baby into slavery, but Frigga grew attached to the child. Casting a spell, Odin hid the baby's blue skin and red eyes, and Frigga named him Loki. Discovering this fact later in life, Loki had a temper tantrum that lasted the span of six years. Learning that he was a thrown away child, something in Loki cracked. The opinion that family, love, and children were a waste of time and effort was cemented in Loki. Why should Loki love anyone if his birth parents treated him like trash? According to Loki, procreation needed to cease with all children being eliminated. Once procreation ceased, the universe would be at peace.
Inside the dark prince an amalgamation of lust, desire, and hate swarmed and today frustration was brimming. The desire to have a family was abandoned by Loki, but he had a desire for her. Valkyrie had plagued his mind the entire day. She haunted him when he was entangled in lust with a slave or Thor.
For five hundred plus years Valkyrie had resisted Loki, and there was a perfunctory dance they performed. He taunted, she struck, he lusted, she hid, and he exploded. The time to explode was present, but he was trying to hold it at bay. Frustration and tension were crushing him and threating to cave-in his chest from their weight.
As Loki walked the palace's grounds, his subconscious mind sought Valkyrie. Since the incident in the library, she had kept from his sight. Like a concupiscent hound, he was roaming in lust.
Approaching a flight of stairs in the pathway, voices trickled to Loki's ears from the garden. Female voices chattering like sweet whistling tunes from morning birds attracted him. Climbing the stairs to an upper landing, he stared at the women from over the low wall. They were all beautiful standing in the garden beneath a cluster of golden trumpet trees, but her beauty transcended the others. Valkyrie stood with her sisters, her creamy tan skin dotted with the sunlight twinkling between the leaves and flowers of the tree.
Loki's stomach clenched with a sickness sweeping over him. Valkyrie was staying in crowds to throw off his advances. Gritting his teeth, he gripped the stone of the wall beneath his fingers and added pressure without care if the rough edges cut into his flesh.
"Let's play Hnefatafl?"
The strong voice flowed to Loki's ear as a rough hand was placed over his. Loki jerked from the embrace and glanced at Thor accompanied with Donthia.
Frowning, Loki returned his attention to the Valkyries, saying, "I'm not interested."
Following the direction of Loki's gaze, Thor grinned, saying, "Indeed you are not interested when you have all of that beauty in sight."
"Oh please, brother," Loki dismissed. "They are all virgins and pledged to the crown."
"I thought the word virgin was an invitation for you to fuck someone." Thor issued a call of merriment.
Loki rolled his eyes to Thor and his pinched lips told the bear of a man that he was far from a gaming mood.
Thor's laughter died, and he placed his hand over Loki's, giving a teasing circular stroke.
"What's wrong with you?" Loki growled, snatching his hand from him. "Do you want someone to see us?"
Consumed with anger, the younger prince placed his hands behind his back and thrust pass Donthia on his descent of the stairs. The hunched, tensed shoulders and the sporadic shakes of Loki's fists were signs of his fractiousness, allowing Thor to detect something was wrong.
"Are you alright?" Thor asked, falling behind Loki. "Where is your hand slave?"
"She's busy," Loki hissed. "Is that alright with you?"
"No, it's fine," Thor replied.
"Leave me alone," Loki ordered, standing by the stone wall with his back to Thor.
"If you wish," Thor said and signaled for Donthia to follow.
Loki's eyes trailed Thor and his girl as they disappeared into the palace.
Slaves tended the land with lowered heads as the pacing overseers monitored their progress. Palace officials and nobles were absent from the grounds and this enabled Loki to make his move.
Loki's frustration blocked his ability to cast an invisibility spell, leaving him to resort to stealth maneuvers. Utilizing surreptitiousness, he slithered onto the green of the garden like a snake sneaking upon a nest of eggs. He skirted the stone wall with his back plastered against it. Moving to the curved front of the wall, he crouched behind a shrub. At this angle, he observed Valkyrie as he pleased without detection.
Loki's breathing hitched as his eyes devoured Valkyrie. The clandestine act thrilled him. Voyeurism was one of the prince's past times and he had indulged it with her on other occasions. Everything about her fascinated him from her beautiful dolce flesh to her espresso mane tumbling down her back in silky puffs. At that moment she was showing some moves to the other Valkyries with her dagger drawn. Her petite curvilineal form twisted as she kicked her legs, hopped in the air, and thrust her fist.
She's teasing me, Loki's irrational thoughts plagued him. Moving like that, so torturous, so miraculous, so deliciously fine.
Valkyrie stretched one leg to the side and leaned toward the other side with her perk rump thrust in the air, prompting a heated groan from Loki. Lust began to transform to anger, to desperation, to depression. Running his hands over his face, he wanted to scream, wanted to claw at his flesh and rip out his garroting heart. There was an overload of testosterone coursing his veins and a pressure was building in his sack threatening to explode.
At last, the Valkyries thinned, leaving Valkyrie with one sister present. The time to confront the temptress was present. Springing to his feet, Loki shot out the shrub like a foraging deer. Taking a moment, he sucked in breaths of air as he smoothed his hands down his clothes and hair. For a moment, he stood rubbing his hands trying to keep them steady, he needed composure, needed to ground himself if he were to succeed. As the two women started toward a trail through the garden that was a maze of ivy and vine covered walls, he followed.
Trailing at a distance, Loki was curious about the two Valkyries' conversation. Their menstrual cycles, hair and skin care, tactical plans? As he started to take back control of his emotions, he walked faster toward the women. Reaching earshot, he cleared his throat with a loud rumble.
The two women halted their strides. Valkyrie's eyes harden and her full lips pressed into a thick line at the sight of Loki. The other Valkyrie smiled and curtsied.
"My Lord, it is nice to see you on such a wonderful day," the Valkyrie bid with respect.
"My Lord," Valkyrie greeted in a stiff manner like a piece of bread set out all night.
Loki forced a grimacing smile before directing his attention to the one he came for.
"Valkyrie, I shall speak with you. It's urgent." Loki's words rushed from his mouth in a torrent of distress.
Valkyrie's hard exterior sloughed at Loki's disposition. He indulged his taunts when she was alone. His odd behavior puzzled her. As a protector of the crown, she had to protect all members of the royal family, including the contemptible one.
"What is it, Lok…" Valkyrie's eyes slid to her sister in arms, the prince's name halting on her lips. The use of his name without title meant that they were on different terms. Editing herself fast, Valkyrie said, "My, Lord?"
Loki eyed the other Valkyrie, giving her a hard slaughtering gaze. Uttering between clenched teeth, he said, "It's my mother. I need to speak with you…alone."
Nodding to the other Valkyrie, Valkyrie signaled for her to leave. After curtsying to Loki, the girl hurried down the path. His eyes trailed the girl as she swept along the path and disappeared beyond a wall.
"What is it, Loki?" Valkyrie asked in earnest. "What's wrong with the queen?"
Loki continued to face the direction the other Valkyrie had gone.
"Loki?" Valkyrie called in a loud tone.
Addressing Valkyrie, the God of Mischief showed a face gone cold like the icy Jotun blood that flowed in his veins. Loki's pink lips were in a straight line, his eyes were a devious emerald green, and his flesh pale.
"You think you're some sort of special, don't you?" Loki asked, walking toward her with pointed strides of heated tension.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Valkyrie snapped as it became clear that Loki's display was a ploy to get her alone.
"Five hundred years," Loki minced through clenched teeth that were grinding like crunched sandpaper. "More…than…five…hundred…years!" A brick in the dam dislodged and a tidal wave of testosterone size came flooding out. His voice came out gnarled and depraved as it rose, and the skin on his face grew taut as he frowned with veins protruding from his forehead. Like a rabid dog, he growled and snarled with his head jolting back and forth. "Who do you think you are playing games with? I am Loki and I shall have what is mine and that is you!"
Used to this display, Valkyrie was prepared for his breaking point. They had been at this cycle for more than five hundred years. It was all predictable.
"I told you, I'm dedicated to the crown." Valkyrie head waved in a saucy manner with it swirling back like a charmed snake. Crossing her arms, she continued, "Nothing you say or do will sway me otherwise."
At those words, Valkyrie started along the path.
"Oh, no, I'm not finished with you yet!" Loki's long form took quick strides to block her path. "You're a temptress! You walk around here like you don't have the vaguest idea what you are doing but you always know, all of you! Women are the most wicked and conniving of the genders! You string me along, play games, then ignore me, but not this time!"
"Actually, I ignore you all the time," Valkyrie affirmed.
"You hid from me!"
"Yes, because you're stalking me."
"Today will be a daunting day for you, temptress!"
"I think you should calm down before you have a heart attack."
A growl of both pain and need ripped from Loki's throat. Seizing the small woman by her shoulders, he slammed her against the garden wall. Getting the wind knocked out of her, Valkyrie's eyes widen as she sucked air into her lungs. During their five-century drawn-out battle of tug-of-war, he had abstained from being forceful with her.
Valkyrie's heartbeat quickened with fear stabbing her in the gut. Her mind was swarming with incoherence. Haunting images bombarded her of what might happen to her alone with a prince, a man who was raging with hormones. How could she cave? She had braved on many battle fields, but face to face with this villainous potentate, her spine was liquefying and seeping out her pores. Needing to protect herself, her desperate hand fumbled at her thigh trying to unsheathe her dagger
"You…will…be…mine!" Loki snarled close to her face with their noses mere inches apart. "I will have that little virgin pussy like I've had so many others! Even if I have to take it forcefully, I will have it! You won't resist me! You'll take every hard thrust I give you and you will cum as much as fifty fucking times a night if I wish it!"
Succeeding at releasing her dagger from its sheath, Valkyrie slashed it toward Loki's face. His head twisted to avoid the blade, but the warm blood trickling along his cheek and a stinging sensation alerted him. Stepping back, he dragged the back of his hand across his cheek and examined the blood on his knuckles.
Valkyrie stayed pinned to the wall, her chest heaving, and eyes big like the moon. As Loki inspected the blood, she began to calm. Perhaps his insanity was momentary.
The insanity resurfaced as Loki shouted illegible words and charged at Valkyrie. Lifting her leg, she slammed her heeled booted foot into his knee. After grabbing his knee, he prepared to advance, but she gripped him by the back of the head and slammed his face into the garden wall. After getting personal with the stone, he shot back and landed on the ground moaning.
Enraged, Valkyrie screamed and jumped on Loki with her knee crushed to his chest. Raising her hand with the dagger, she prepared to end him.
The emerald of Loki's eyes began to lighten to their natural blue as they stared at Valkyrie. There was a sense that he had lost his sense of self preservation. There was something haunting about it. That moment they read each other. The vortex of her eyes showed fear and vulnerability, while his showed sadness and torment. What a pair they were.
Voices drifted toward them. Sheathing her blade, Valkyrie jumped to her feet, scaled the garden wall, and vanished.
Hnefatafl: a game like chest that Vikings used to play
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