It was late in the evening when the stars were bright and the moon risen that an eerie blue light appeared on the grassy hill and a band of marauders appeared like ghosts, bringing fire and death. Loki and the others sprang into action, charging towards the village as pillaging ensued. There was no frontline or general, just scurrying and screaming. Loki spotted a particularly feral looking man dragging an elf girl from her home and threw his dagger. It sliced into his neck, the handle sticking out from the side. That, got the attention of the others.
"Volstagg! The one on the left! Look at what he's wearing!" Loki yelled. There was a man, with a scruffy face and brown leather trench coat, riding atop an aged stallion. He was wearing a glowing blue amulet around his neck.
"Aye! I see it!" Volstagg yelled back. They now had a goal. They needed to capture that man. Getting to him would have been easy, save for the screaming civilians around them crying out for help. Loki yanked his dagger out of the neck of the one man only to send it flying into the next. He pulled out another dagger, and threw it squarely into the center of another man's chest.
A large bull of a man with a red bushy beard and fish breath barreled towards Loki with his sword drawn like a raging beast. Loki saw the man coming and cast an illusion of two additional Lokis, making it appear he'd split himself into three. At the last second the man hesitated, not knowing which Loki to aim for. It was the one on his left that twirled around to his side and slit open his guts like wild game being field dressed. The brute fell to the ground, trying to scoop up his insides and put them back in. Loki finished him off with another well aimed knife to the eye.
Loki looked around for his next foe and saw that the gateway had been opened. Sif was chasing the leader and both his friends and the other remaining thieves were following in his wake. The Bifrost opened then off to Loki's right about equidistance away. It was just Heimdall, who could no longer see with his far-sight the nature of the battle here. In one direction lay safety and in the other his friends, battle, and death. Loki ran into the light and disappeared with the others.
"Well hello there." Lord Denman said. Loki had fallen flat on his face. Beneath his hands was a finely polished marble, which graced the homes of many of the wealthy in Asgard. Loki stood to see that Sif and the others were all restrained. The room was full of men.
"You."
"Yes. I must admit, in my wildest dreams I never imagined you just falling into my hands like this." He said.
"What makes you think I didn't want to end up here?" Loki said, bluffing. Lord Denman frowned at that, and starred Loki down, scrutinizing ever muscle twitch in Loki's face.
"End up here? In a den of thieves? I think not. Your friends are at my mercy. YOU are at my mercy, and no one knows you're here. Not even Asgard's great gatekeeper can see inside the walls of this room. No one knows you are here."
"Are you so certain of that?" Loki said loudly, letting his voice carry throughout the room. "And what will be your defense when the King and his men come here to collect me?"
"The King ordered you to your rooms. Everyone saw. As far as he knows, you ran away, like the spoiled little bitch that you are."
"Oh? And did they run away too?" Loki said, gesturing to Sif and the Warriors Three.
"You're bluffing, and if you are not you are my bargaining chip for getting out of here alive. Seize him!" Lord Denman said. "Take him down to the dungeons with the others but put him in a separate cell, one with a bed in it." He said, leering at Loki.
"Coward." Loki spit at the man's feet.
"After I've had my fun, I'm going to let every man in this room take a turn on you."
"And when Thor shows up and finds you he will set your body on fire and cast a spell so you cannot die, and leave you like that for all eternity."
"Empty threats from a no talent magician."
"You're right. I'll just cast a spell that makes all of your dicks wither and fall off." Loki said, and then was finally dragged away. While many of the men still jeered and mocked Loki, it also made them hesitate to touch him. Loki was divested of all his knives and outerwear. Wearing only his muslin underclothes, he was shoved into a dark cell and heard the bars slam shut.
"Loki! Loki!" He heard Fandral call his name.
"I'm here!" Loki said. He couldn't see Fandral, but he could hear him down the hall.
"Sif!" Fandral yelled, sounding panicked.
"I'm down here."
"They put you in a separate cell too?" Loki asked.
"Yes. My cell has a bed as well." She said.
"Never have I ever wished my snatch had teeth more than I do right now." Loki said. Upstairs Lord Denman cursed his ill fortunes. Despite his gloating, the truth of the situation was that this was a disaster. If the King found out that he was behind all of this, all would be lost. Not only would he need to kill Loki and hide the body, but the others as well. A spoiled over indulged omega could be overlooked, but the people of Asgard were bound to notice that four of their finest warriors had gone missing without a trace. Thor might not discover the truth right away, but keeping all of this a secret was a task that was quickly slipping from his grasp.
He would wait a day. He would wait and see if anyone showed up looking for the group. If no one came looking, then he would enjoy fucking that which even the King had not tasted, and then toss him away like a disposable whore.
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"My King you must wake. It is Heimdall. He says it is an urgent matter." The palace guard said. Thor was out of bed with Mjolnir in his hand faster than lightning.
"What is it?" Thor asked. Heimdall entered the room.
"Loki, Sif, and the others are missing. I cannot see them."
"No. Do you know where they have gone?"
"I don't, but I think they may be here in Asgard, but we never did verify if Asgard was the origin from which the thieves came." Heimdall said. Thor paced the room, making thunder and lightning boom outside. He got an idea and turned to the palace guard.
"Send riders out into the city and into the farmlands. Let it be known to every citizen of Asgard that a reward of 10,000 gold coins will be awarded to the one responsible for returning my omega to me safe and unharmed." Thor said. The palace guard's eye bulged with shock and greed. He'd sell out his own mother for 10,000 gold coins, and he loves his mother.
"Yes my King!" The man said and ran out of the room. It was the middle of the night. The soonest the news would become widespread was early morning, and then there would be a day full of searching by Asgard's army. They'll go house to house if they must.
"Heimdall, I want you to scan the city with your eyes, not for Loki but for any blind spots into which you cannot see. Cast your eye upon every home, starting with the nobles."
"Yes my king."
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Loki awoke feeling hot. He'd barely slept out of fear of being raped and was exhausted. Now he feared he had a cold. The moldy old dungeons were a breeding ground for all manner of fungus. Breakfast did not come, not that Loki was hungry. Loki inspected the bars of his cell, the cement blocks in the floor and in the ceiling above. It was around noon when Loki started sweating profusely. Still, no meal was served. Loki became alarmed when he noticed how damp his pants were, and a familiar need curled in his gut.
"No!" Loki got up and paced his cell. "Fandral! Fandral!"
"We know Loki. We can smell you from here." Fandral said. There was something off in his voice, something labored. Loki rolled his eyes.
"Please tell me you are not masturbating down there."
"Fine. We won't tell you."
"This cannot be happening! This cannot be fucking happening right fucking now! I have to get out of here. I need to get out of here!" Loki whimpered in fear. He heard soft moans from down the hall, and Loki praised the Norns that he did not have to see his friends all circle jerking while thinking of him.
He sat down on the bed, his mind racing with plans and strategies for escaping his cell. The afternoon dragged on. In the evening a dreaded sound echoed through the dungeon. It was the sound of the upstairs door opening, and of feet coming down the steps. It was some henchman carrying a tray of food.
The ugly man bypassed the other cells, coming straight for Loki's. He stopped in front of the cell, sniffing the air like a dog. He growled at Loki, yellow teeth bared, and put his hand on the cell door bars and rattled them in frustration.
"Lord Denman did not give you the key did he?"
"You sweet tasty bitch. You smell so good! Bend over and show me that sweet hole! I can give you what you need, you know. All you got to do is come here."
"I'm horny not desperate. I'll pass." Loki said. The man rattled the bars again.
"I'll fuck you before the night is over. Even if you are sloppy with a gallon of seed, I'll still get mine!"
"Go fuck a chicken." Loki said. The man threw the tray of food away and left.