Sigyn finished dressing before heading off to the bakery to begin her early day of work. Outside she could hear the sounds of other doors being knocked on as Asgard's entire army swarmed the city in search of the King's omega and friends. The first sliver of sun had barely broken over the horizon, and there were still stars visible in the ebbing night sky. She answered the door. It was her alpha.
"Edwin! What is happening?"
"Your friend Loki is missing. So is the Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. The King has offered a generous reward of 10,000 gold coins for their safe return."
"Loki? Loki is in danger? What happened? Was he kidnapped?"
"He and the others went on a quest to Alfheim to capture and interrogate the thieves that have caused the recent conflict between our two realms. Heimdall last saw them as they were chasing the thieves back through the magical portal. They believe Loki is back here in Asgard. Have you heard anything? Do you know of any possible rumor or information that could lead to Loki's rescue? 10,000 gold coins could change our lives."
"These past few years I have lamented my downfall from nobility, but in its place I have become stronger and made many new friends. Do you know what the best part is about working at a bakery?"
"What's that?" Edwin asked.
"Everyone eats bread. Feeding that many men requires a lot of loaves." Sigyn said.
"So who has been ordering a lot of bread lately?" Edwin asked.
"I don't know who her master is. All I know is she went from ordering two loaves a day to ordering 40 loaves a day several months ago. I tried striking up a conversation with her about it, but she was very sour and pinch lipped about it. She comes into the shop every afternoon around four to take what is left. She is feeding a lot of men a hearty dinner."
"Then I shall accompany you to work and remain there."
"Not dressed like that. She'll know you are following her. With all the other soldiers searching Asgard, she'll be paranoid as it is."
"Well, if my lady demands that I divest my person of all my clothing I must obey. May I come in?" Edwin asked. Sigyn rolled her eyes at her alpha's cheesy innuendo. She couldn't wait to be married and living under one roof with this man.
"Not ALL of your clothing."
"I understand my lady. Just the pants then."
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A frumpy red haired girl entered the bakery right at four as usual and filled up two cotton sacks full of bread and paid Sigyn before leaving. The girl looked on edge and Sigyn noted what appeared to be a bruise forming around the girl's left eye. Clearly she'd been warned by her master to keep her mouth shut if she wished to keep on living. She looked around like a skittish animal before proceeding to her destination. Edwin followed her a safe distance behind.
In the city it was easy to blend into the crowd, but as they reached the outskirts of the city it became just the two of them on the road, and he could no longer hide that he was following her. She kept looking behind her and Edwin was there. She picked up her pace until she was at a full run, dropping the sacks of bread to flee. Edwin caught up to her and she screamed.
"Who is your master?"
"Please! Let me go! He'll kill me!"
"The King will kill you if his beloved is harmed! Now tell me girl! Where is Loki?!"
"I can't! My mother is an old woman! He'll slit her throat if he finds out I told!"
"I'll slit your throat here and now if you do not answer me! Who is your master?!"
"Lord Denman. He has a secret dungeon in the basement."
"Nobles aren't allowed to have private dungeons. Only the King has that right. Where is your mother now?"
"She works the kitchens sir. She is cooking the meal now to feed the men. If I do not return on time they'll suspect me."
"Then go. Take your bread. Your master will scrutinize you when you return. Do not give away that we spoke. Not in your tone of voice or body language. He'll kill you if you do. At what time do you serve the evening meal?"
"Around six o'clock sir."
"I might be persuaded to speak for you and your mother when the time comes for the two of you to stand before the king. Should any poison or sleeping draught find its way into the meal this evening it would do wonders for my appeal on your behalf." Edwin said.
"The King?" She stuttered in a mousy voice.
"You've been aiding your master who is guilty of crimes against the crown, and you failed to report it. Such crimes are punishable by death. Now, do I have your cooperation?"
"Yes sir."
"Good girl." Edwin handed her back the sacks of bread and they parted ways. He ran back towards the palace and the armory, to the Captain of the Guard to make his report.
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"Is he eating the food?" Lord Denman asked.
"No, he didn't need it. He's in heat already." The henchman said. Lord Denman sat up straight in his chair, quirking an eyebrow and smirking an evil grin. He threw his head back and laughed.
"Oh, this is too perfect. Tell the men that dessert will be served promptly after dinner. I'm going down there to taste the sweetest fruit in the kingdom." He said. The henchman smiled that disgusting yellow grin and headed down to the hall to fill his plate and tell the men about their evening's entertainment.
Denman tucked a knife into his boot and grabbed a length of rope, not that he thought he'd need it. If Loki really was in heat, he'd be begging for cock, any cock in short order.
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When Loki was given those drugs all those years ago to induce his heat, the sensation had hit him like a brick wall. The need for sex had been sudden and urgent. He was so desperate for relief he would have let anyone fuck him back then.
This time it was different, and yet somehow worse. The slow build of discomfort all day was like an itch that he could not reach, could not scratch. With each passing minute the throbbing between his legs grew worse. He wanted to shove his fingers inside to provide some relief, but that was the last thing he should do in this place. He needed to keep his pants on for as long as possible and pray for rescue.
That disgusting man that brought the food smelled of stale beer and body odor. It was the body odor that called out to Loki. He'd been simultaneously repulsed and attracted to the troll. Gods, he did not want to contemplate what debauched things he'd willingly do before the night was over.
The sound of the upper door opening caught Loki's attention, and fear tried to take over. Loki took a deep breath to calm his mind. He needed to remember his training. Lord Denman came down into the dungeon alone, and Loki praised the Norns. He stood outside of Loki's cell and took in a deep inhale through his nose.
"I have never smelled anything as delectable as you. I was quite put out when the King outbid me for you all those years ago. I thought I would never get to taste your sweet omega flavor. You look pained Loki. Do you want my knot? You seem positively starved for it."
Loki moved to the back wall of the cell and curled up in a ball, hugging his knees. The position displayed the large damp patch of fabric encasing his genitals, outlining the length of Loki's hardened shaft. Lord Denman smirked and pulled the cell key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He entered the cell, and while keeping eyes on Loki, locked the door behind him.
He removed his tunic, making his alpha scent more prominent. Loki whimpered in need.
"You looked so tantalizing, sucking the king's dick on your knees in the throne room. I was quite envious. The king must have the restraint of a god to resist bending you in half and impaling you on his great hammer. But that just means I get to savor your untainted essence. Take off your clothes."
Loki shook his head. Lord Denman walked towards Loki and reached down, and gently ran his palm over Loki's cheek. Loki was feverish, his skin damp with sweat. Loki leaned into it. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he sighed. Oh yes, Loki was at the point where the slightest touch could be orgasmic. Denman's lips curled up wickedly. He unlaced the front of his trousers and freed his dick, which was weeping. He reached down and yanked Loki's arm to pull him up to a kneeling position and nudged his dick at Loki's lips.
"Come on. Open up like a good boy. You know what to do."
Loki's hands went up to take hold of the shaft. He opened his lips and he took the tip into his mouth. Lord Denman groaned as he reveled in his victory and pleasure. Loki's mouth made a hard suction on his knob and Lord Denman's head lolled back as Loki gave him an amazing blow job.
It happened so fast that the stinging sensation did not register in Lord Denman's mind until the front of his legs were soaked with his blood. Loki had pulled the dagger from his boot and severed his dick from his body.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed as blood drained from his body. Loki spat at the ground to get the taste out of his mouth. He rose to his feet and looked Lord Denman in the eye.
"Thanks for the parting gift." He said with an evil grin as he held up Denman's favorite appendage in his hand. "Hopefully it'll stay stiff long enough for me to use it for my own purposes." Loki gave Denman a gentle push in the middle of his chest and the man fell down to the ground dead. Loki fished through his pants to find the key, but then the sound of the upper door got his attention again. The same henchman came rushing down the stairs along with a couple of his friends. They were laughing and cracking jokes about how many cocks Loki could take at once. When they reached the cell they blanched in shock. They rattled the door of the cell, trying to enter, but Loki held up the key and smirked.
"Looking for this?" He said.
"You bitch! We'll fuck you to death for this!"
"I fail to see how."
"Then enjoy starving to death because you are never getting out of there." The yellow tooth troll said. The man on his left belched then and a foul mouthful of gas exited his body. The other two men sneered at him.
"Ew." They all said together. The man on the troll's right suddenly hunched over and made a gagging sound. He vomited right there.
"It's just a dead body. You've seen plenty of those." The troll said. The man on his right farted and clenched his abdomen.
"Oy! What is wrong with you two?" He asked. A wave of nausea hit him then and the food he'd just eaten came back up in a rush. Upstairs, Loki heard a commotion. He could hear yelling through the stones. His heart leapt into his throat when a loud thunder crack made the walls shake. Loki's brow furrowed in relief and he felt tears spring to his eyes.
"Thor!" He cried out to his love. The thieves in front of him were still bent over, bracing their weight on their knees as they dry heaved and turned pale. The upper door banged open and familiar set of boots came marching down the stairs.
"Mercy! Mercy my King!" The men begged. They ran towards the end of the hall only to be struck down by Mjolnir, their skulls smashed like pumpkins against the stone. Thor came and stood before Loki's cell. His face was stern and his pupils so dilated his eyes were black with desire, until he saw the severed cock in Loki's hand. The smell of vomit and blood was strong despite Loki's powerful scent. Loki suddenly remembered he was still holding the cock and threw it away as though he'd been caught pilfering a cookie.
"I was just playing with it." He said. Thor made a face and Loki chuckled at him.
"Did he…?"
"No." Loki said softly. He walked to the cell door and put the key in the lock and let himself out. Thor embraced him so tightly Loki had to tap his shoulder so he could breathe.
"Now, will you please fuck me." Loki said. Thor looked around and grimaced. "Not here you buffoon." Loki walked to the cell holding the Warriors Three and handed Fandral the key.
"Try not to slip on the blood and vomit on the way to Sif's cell." Loki said. He ran up the steps with Thor following close behind.