Need for Child
Summary: Thor's mind still reeling from his father's order when it comes to his new bride/consort, a child. The need for child. It be those words that would rule his mind.
Warnings: Au, hinted Dark Thor, hinting future mpreg, intersex Loki, shy Loki, Jotun! Loki, mention arranged marriage
Thor keeps a stern gaze on his new bride seeing the blue flesh peeking under the dark burnt red silk and loincloth as the small Jotun takes a bite of the food rather surprise by the taste before taking another. It's hard to believe he has to be married to such a creature. His lips fights the urge to curl up in a sneer. Aesir are superior race according to his father.
"Enjoy dinner," Thor rumbles causing Loki to lift his red orbs up to the blond nodding rather shyly not speaking a word. "You know I prefer someone to talk if I didn't I would said so."
"Sorry," Loki whispers still rather shy as he tenses seeing Odin's eye lands on him.
He's not blind the main reason why he marry Thor is to conceive a child. His parents didn't want him to marry the Asgardian prince but with food and supplies are so low he did it to save his realm to get such supplies.
"Thor your bride is dismissed," Odin said with a dismissal tone getting Thor to nod turning to Loki.
"You are to be in my rooms ready for me when I come in. Go." Thor orders darkly getting Loki to nod only to wince when he feels a hard hand slap his bottom. "Move faster."
"Yes," He whispers walking quickly from the table feeling his cheeks flush with humiliation and Thor's hum follow behind him obviously please.
He doesn't look at Frigga watching with disapproval at her husband and son than concern for him knowing he will have a hard time afterwards. He keeps his head down walking quickly out of the dining hall ignoring the leering of men and the hush whispers of seeing how tight he is. He's nothing really here. Nothing more than to be a soon be breeder.
"Thor I want a grandchild from this union," Odin said folding his hands on his chin.
"Father how would it be possible?"
"Jotuns are able to get pregnant and carry children son. So I will be expecting a child from tonight's union. If not than continue until there is one." Odin orders giving his son a look making him nod moving from the table.
He won't fail this mission. He will make sure to sire a child. Especially from this little Jotun Loki awaiting him in his room. He moves forward fingers flexing. A cold and cruel smile graces his lips upon reaching his room finding Loki lying on the bed on wearing a pair of shorts.
He moves tugging Loki up pressing a bruising kiss to those soft lips.
"A child will be made Jotun I demand of it," He hisses making those red eyes to widen before soon cries of first pain follow by the growl of savageness.
Soon Loki is taken by his new husband moaning but still having a fear. He couldn't say after the several rounds of sex if a child been taken in or not. He can only hope as the bruises mar his skin only darken in the morning and afterwards.