Loki left Luka in the garden, fuming as he charged off to find Fandral. It was bad enough that he was having trouble sorting out his feelings. He did not need her compounding them. With his new body had come strange new desires, desire for the female form, which he had never experienced before. Moreover, the memory of desiring men and Thor specifically, now seemed cloudy and distant. It was like remembering that he once liked chocolate but didn't anymore. Things between he and Thor could be simpler now that his secret lust for his brother was gone. But of course, she had to ruin that prospect. If Odin or his scholars ever do find a way to unify them back into a single person, his life would be ruined. Everyone would know with certainty that he'd always desired men.
"You are looking rather sullen." Fandral said.
"It's nothing that can't be cured by a mug of ale or the intersection of a woman's thighs. Let's go to this tavern you keep talking about." Loki said.
"Finally! You have no idea what you've been missing all these years." Fandral was practically giddy like a child on Christmas morning. They headed to the stables to mount up on their horses and were joined by Sif, Volstagg, and Hogun.
"Is Thor coming?" Volstagg asked.
"No. He's busy." Sif said. Loki's pout was not lost on his friends who all had taken notice of Thor's new found devotion to Loki's more feminine half. Loki was surprised that Sif was joining the group on what was obviously a Stag night. Then again, it wouldn't surprise him if Thor had asked Sif to keep an eye on his exploits. They headed off to the Romping Pony for a night of fun and, hopefully, debauchery. Having four single well-dressed men, one of whom was a prince of the realm would guarantee attention from the ladies.
When they arrived they were ushered to the best table in the place. There was a stage and music playing. The ale flowed freely and the skirts were very short. Loki had never seen so much leg in his life. Sif rolled her eyes so many times Loki was convinced they'd get stuck that way.
"Whatever you do, don't kiss them. You have no idea what they've swallowed today." Fandral muttered to Loki. Five ladies came on stage and did a very seductive dance, kicking up their knickers for all the room to see.
"My Prince, you are looking rather neglected. Might I keep you company tonight?" A pretty little redhead said. She had a low cut bodice and one hell of a figure.
"Why yes, I'd like that." Loki said with a naughty grin. Other ladies soon followed and found their way into the laps of the others, except Sif who was sitting with her arms folded.
"I'll wager 10 gold coins I can drink you under the table tonight Loki!" Fandral said.
"Another time Fandral. I'd like to keep my wits about me this evening. Too much ale can inhibit a warrior's performance." Loki said. Fandral chuckled at that and turned to Volstagg.
"Then I challenge you my friend. Drink against me."
"I accept your challenge." The red bearded man said. The drinking game started and Volstagg began telling a tale from one of their many adventures to entertain the whores that joined them.
"And so there we were backed against a sheer cliff with wood nymphs all around us." He began.
"Wood Nymphs?"
"Yes, strange territorial creatures. Magical too! Our swords were useless against them and they were attracted to the magical power of Mjolnir." Volstagg said.
"What were they going to do to you?"
"Fuck us!" Fandral laughed.
"What?"
"They sensed powerful magic and wanted to mate with us." Fandral explained.
"How did you get away?"
"Loki used his magic to turn into something they found attractive and led them away."
"You did?" Asked redhead sitting on his lap.
"Yes, I did. Once I lured them a safe distance away from my friends and brother I had to sprint to escape them." Loki said. He felt like the joy had just been sucked out of him. He kept a smile plastered on his face but the truth was, he knew deep down that he was no longer that powerful asset spoken of in the story.
"Sure you did!" Volstagg said.
"For the last time, I did not engage them in any form of activity!"
"Said the man that showed up with half his clothes missing and panting like a woman after rough sex!" Sif said.
"They almost raped me. Honestly, my friends, where is your concern?"
"Loki is right. Getting poked in the ass with a stick is a serious matter!" Fandral said and everyone burst into laughter. Loki blushed and did not laugh with the others. Fandral threw his arm around Loki's neck and pulled him in for a man hug, chuckling and red faced. Sif saw the smile fall from Loki's face and grew concerned. He gently pushed the redhead off of his lap, not wanting to be touched.
It was an old habit of Loki's to hide his desire for men. Anytime anyone brought up a funny sex topic that made jokes at Loki's expense, his walls went up. Even though he could easily ally people's suspicions by dragging the redhead upstairs and fucking her until she screamed his name for everyone hear, he didn't. Even now, Loki valued discretion.
Fandral and Volstagg continued to drink as Hogun smiled sloppy and drunk at the girl sitting with him. Eventually Fandral cried mercy and payed up on the bet as he did not want to pass out entirely before fucking someone. The Warrior's Three each headed upstairs with a woman on their arm. They'd rented out a room for the entire night.
"Aren't you going to join them?" Sif asked.
"No my lady. The whores do not appeal to me as much as I thought they would." Loki said. "May I walk you home?"
"Yes of course." She said. The late night air was cool and the streets were mostly empty at that hour. The two of them walked in silence for a few minutes until Sif broke it.
"What about the whores did not appeal to you?"
"The fact that they are whores. It occurred to me while I was there, that I've never shared intimacies before with a woman, and did not want my first experience to be with a paid girl."
"Loki are you telling me you are a virgin?" Sif asked.
"No, I'm not." He said. He let the implication hang in the air.
"You are confessing to me that you are ergi."
"Was ergi. Although is it ergi if you have female organs? She has that desire now, not me." Loki said.
"I thank you for trusting me with such a secret. We've all suspected for years and really I am not surprised, but hearing the truth from your lips is an honor."
"Thank you for understanding the gravity of what I've shared with you. I tell you this because there is something that I would ask of you."
"What is it?" She asked. Loki stopped walking and looked at her. A moment of silence lingered and then understanding dawned on her. "Oh!"
"I can understand your hesitance and I'm not making a great profession of love to you but I would like my first experience with a woman to be something special and I trust you to be discreet."
"Loki you don't need discreet. Everyone in Asgard would love to hear a debauched tale about you fucking three whores in one go."
"As tempted as I am to give in to that pent up demand, that is an exploit that can come later. I'd like to learn how to make love to a woman and at my age there is no excuse for me not already knowing how." Loki said looking down at his feet, rather embarrassed. Sif took his hand then and he looked up to see her smiling.
"It would be my honor my friend." They walked back to Sif's private home, holding hands and smiling at one another. It was a simple intimacy that made them both feel giddy. They reached her home and the groping began.
"Mmm, you're so soft." Loki said sounding surprised. Sif was a warrior and an athlete. Everything on her body was firm and toned, and yet she had that female silky softness that only a woman's hips could hold. They rushed to get naked, leaving a trail of clothing leading to her bedroom.
"Mmm…Now, the first thing you need to learn is foreplay. Women need it and all the best lovers know how to tease a woman with his fingers and tongue."
"Sounds dirty." Loki purred as he cupped her ass and lifted her up. They plopped down on the bed together, bouncing hard and giggling. Loki looked down then at Sif's womanhood.
"Have you ever seen one up close before?"
"No." Loki said.
"Well then, consider this educational. Get down there." Sif said. Loki shifted down and Sif spread her legs. Loki's dick strained with blood at the blast of scent that came from Sif's vagina. She was wet and neatly groomed. He saw the folds of flesh and parted them in curiosity. It revealed a hooded nub and a red slick hole.
"What do you think?" Sif asked.
"It looks weird." Loki said. Sif laughed at that.
"Now you know what women think about dicks."
"What is this?" Loki pressed his thumb into Sif's clitoris making her arch and moan. A little kitten smile curled up her lips.
"That…was good. Do that again!" She said. Loki made little circular motions with his thumb as he stroked her hot spot. Sif moaned even louder and the sound was making Loki's prick throb with want. Loki bent his head down to taste her then.
"Norns in Valhalla, you taste divine!" Loki muttered before returning his tongue to that sweet epicenter. Loki grabbed her thighs and yanked them even wider apart, burying his face in her crotch.
"Oh! Oh…Loki, Loki!" Sif felt Loki's fingers enter her next and the teasing and ache it produced was driving her wild. She wanted his dick in her and she wanted it now!
"Loki! Loki inside me!" She cried. Loki did not need further invitation. He slinked up her body and pressed his weeping cock into her. The slide was so easy and natural, which he was not accustomed to. He kissed her knowing she would taste herself in it and set a brutal pace as his need to release was at a crisis point.
"Holy shit you feel amazing Sif!"
"You've pretty damn impressive yourself."
"So…How am I…you know…"
"You've got a horse dick. Don't stop!" Sif yelled the order like they were on the battlefield. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat as skin slapped and bodies bent at silly angles to chase pleasure. Loki's face twisted in confusion when the muscles around his cock fluttered and constricted. It was strange and different from what he was used to. Sif's loud moan and the flood of fluids told him all he needed to know. Within a few strokes he followed her and pulled out, spilling his seed onto the bedspread. He fell on top of her, exhausted and spent. They kissed through their afterglow, smiling and happy.
"Thank you."