Some you had questions about omegas. Essentially Loki is intersexed. Also I'll be giving my other fics some lovin tonight and will try to post new chapters on those in the next 2-3 days.

It dawned on Loki during his second full day in the palace that he was in a position of power. It started with the hungry stares of every Alpha he passed. Though he was too young to be bred he was still giving off that heady unclaimed omega scent, thanks in no small part to his first heat being artificially induced. It was false advertising really, but the effect brought a smile to Loki's lips. Loki was, for all purposes, the King's personal property. Call him a ward, call him a concubine, call him a well-kept slave; it all boiled down to the same thing. Loki was untouchable. If Loki even so much as hinted that another person leered at him in a way he found offending, Thor would be well in his rights as an Alpha and King to have that other Alpha's balls served to him for lunch. Odds were Thor would harvest them himself.

The other thing he noticed was the way the other omegas were dressed. Omegas born to a noble house were well dressed and only distinguishable by scent. But the omegas born to peasants and sold to a noble were dressed provocatively. While their fabric was rich, and their jewels large and colorful, the cut of their clothing was offensively revealing. The women had their midrifts exposed and deep V-necks displaying their bosoms. The males all wore flimsy vests that bared their chests. Loki has seen professional whores in their working clothes with more coverage than that. By contrast, he was covered from neck to wrist to ankle with not a single patch of skin exposed. His naked form was for Thor's eyes alone. Loki made a mental note to never remove his shirt in public, no matter the circumstance.

He introduced himself to a group of them that were hanging out in the gardens.

"Hello. I'm Loki. I'm new here." Loki said with a warm friendly smile.

"We know who you are. You're the luckiest damn omega in all of creation." A dark haired omega with brown eyes said. She had hate in her eyes when she looked at Loki. The others did too to a lesser degree. They were all jealous. There were three female omegas and two male omegas, though technically, all omegas are female. It's just that some of them have facial hair, broad shoulders, and dicks too. The dual sexed omegas were the rarest and therefore, most valuable. But none of these omegas were impressed by Loki in the slightest.

"What I want to know is what makes you so god damn special?" The red male asked.

"Nothing. He just got lucky." The blonde female said.

"Oh, I see." Loki said. "And here I thought I could make friends. That I would have someone with whom I could share my concerns and burdens, perhaps even speak with the King regarding how my friends are treated by their mates. But you empty headed cunts like to burn your bridges early. I will seek companionship with a more intelligent lot. Thank you for your candor." Loki said and turned on his heel, leaving the others behind cursing their own pettiness.

Loki went back to his chambers to write a letter to his mother. He hadn't communicated with Farbauti is almost a week, and he was eager to learn how much of Thor's gold had reached her. Norns willing she stocking the kitchen cupboards of her new cottage full of the finest food available. But knowing her, she was probably serving up a cauldron of soup she'd made to every peasant in the city. She always was a generous woman. He let her know that he was well and that once things calmed down he would ask Thor permission to visit her, which he was sure Thor would grant. He told of all the wonderful things he had, and that no, he wasn't just saying these things to make her feel better.

He had a messenger boy collect his letter to deliver to her and spent the rest of the day in his room. He ran a bubble bath and played in the hot water, scrubbing every inch of his body twice and then staying in the bath until the water was ice cold. Because he could. He ordered his dinner to his room and dined on a steaming plate of roasted board, sugared fruits, and a tankard of mead. He fell asleep and dreamed the happiest dream he'd ever had in his entire life.

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"I've missed you my King." Loki whispered to Thor. The last three days had been a whirlwind. His new quarters at the palace were next to Thor's and incredibly lavish. He'd had his first lesson with his governess that morning. He had the book of runes in his hand for memorizing for later. He couldn't wait to read well enough to pick out books from the palace library on his own. Frigga had also kept him busy teaching him more royal etiquette in various settings. He cringed at the memory of that first meal with Thor. The man must have thought Loki an uncouth miscreant with the way he'd devoured his food like a wild beast.

"I have missed you also. Are you settling in well?"

"Yes. Your mother was kind enough to teach me proper table manners this afternoon."

"Then you shall sit next to me at the high table at dinner tonight in celebration."

"Will you take me on a tour of the gardens? I haven't had time to see them yet." Loki asked.

"It would be my pleasure." Thor said.

"I must confess these last few days have felt like a dream. My bed is soft like a cloud, the food is rich and delicious. I want for nothing now and I haven't done anything to earn it."

"Loki, I don't want you to feel that you need to pleasure me to earn your keep. You are not a whore. I meant what I said in the throne room. The new rules apply to me as well. I have not mated you. My mother speaks well of you and she feels that you have the potential to become a valuable advisor in my court. Take your time. Learn all you can. Enjoy what is left of your youth before your first true heat takes you."

"Will you mate me when the time comes?"

"I wish I could answer you Loki, but I cannot. I must leave open the door to a political marriage with another realm, should the need arise. Being mated to you and married to another would create a great many problems for the line of succession." Thor said in a caring, almost fatherly tone. Thor was speaking to Loki as a King speaking to his subject. It was almost paternal, which was not the type of sentiment Loki wanted to foster in Thor. It became clear that Thor thought of Loki as a responsibility needing nurturing and protection, but little else.

They passed the rose bushes and the gardenias. The perfume of fragrant flowers filled the air as the sun set in the west. The golden twilight made everything glow. Loki leaned into Thor's massive frame relishing the feel of all that powerful Alpha muscle. He hated himself for being so easily distracted by the scent and presence of the Alpha of Alphas. Loki was contrary by nature, and loved confrontation. He thrived on it in fact. Loki hated his omega nature sometimes. It irked him that he now had an illogical desire to bend over, bare assed, and present his hole to be plowed like a wheat field to any alpha with an alluring scent. Thor in particular.

Thor is so much more, so much better than any other alpha Loki has ever encountered. He had the kind of self-control and morality that only true power could afford. Loki knew that to win Thor over, he would need to improve himself. He would need to become someone in whom Thor could rely, could feel was a full partner. He has ten years to work on himself. Ten years to transform into the most intellectual, cultured, graceful, worldly creature that Thor would deem worthy of the title of Queen of Asgard.

Loki would build a friendship with Thor, an innocent intimacy. He would be the man's shadow and strive to be the ear to which Thor would unload all of his burdens. And when the day came that his first true heat declared him ready for mating, he'd make damn sure Thor was there to reap the harvest.