Finally posting my contribution to the @thorki-anthologyTongue in Cheek! Anyone who hasn’t checked out the anthology yet, go do so—it’s full of all kinds of tasty fic and art and isn’t to be missed!
It begins with the goat, and it leads to Skaði’s wedding, and Thor has been tasked with keeping an eye on his uncle Loki during the celebrations. This might just be a dangerous task.
Also contains some glorious nsfw art by my partner in crime, the amazing @lokisergi!
It all began with the goat, when Skaði came to Asgard and demanded vengeance for her father’s death. But that story started when the giants came flying into Asgard and were slain in a havoc of blood and fire and blades—and that tale began when Loki was dragged into the skies by a great eagle and was carried off to Jotunheim—and that tale…
In truth, it all began long before that, when Odin, wandering in the wilds, found the trickster in a place that was neither here nor there; neither one has ever named the road they met upon, except that it was someplace between realms, all shadowy and full of mists. Odin, the Allfather, found him and recognized at once his quick cleverness and his sly mind, and he saw in him a kindred spirit and made promises to him across a lonely fire, a flickering glow upon two faces, all surrounded in darkness beneath the stars. That was where it truly began, and afterward with Odin bringing his companion home with him, arm in arm, and presenting him to all the gods as his blood-brother. And the years that followed, in which the trickster did not quite become a part of Asgard, having no hall of his own and keeping his own strange ways, yet Loki remained among them.
Odin’s wife looked at him with one brow raised but allowed it. Odin’s firstborn son—the young god of storms—gazed up at him with awe and listened to his clever tales, watched his tricks, his feats of magic, his sleights of hand. Not for many years would the novelty of the trickster’s presence wear away and his welcome in Asgard begin to thin, which would inevitably lead… well, there is no need yet to speak of the end, in telling of the beginning.
Let us merely start with the goat, for simplicity.
Finally posting my contribution to the @thorki-anthologyTongue in Cheek! Anyone who hasn’t checked out the anthology yet, go do so—it’s full of all kinds of tasty fic and art and isn’t to be missed!
It begins with the goat, and it leads to Skaði’s wedding, and Thor has been tasked with keeping an eye on his uncle Loki during the celebrations. This might just be a dangerous task.
Also contains some glorious nsfw art by my partner in crime, the amazing @lokisergi!
It all began with the goat, when Skaði came to Asgard and demanded vengeance for her father’s death. But that story started when the giants came flying into Asgard and were slain in a havoc of blood and fire and blades—and that tale began when Loki was dragged into the skies by a great eagle and was carried off to Jotunheim—and that tale…
In truth, it all began long before that, when Odin, wandering in the wilds, found the trickster in a place that was neither here nor there; neither one has ever named the road they met upon, except that it was someplace between realms, all shadowy and full of mists. Odin, the Allfather, found him and recognized at once his quick cleverness and his sly mind, and he saw in him a kindred spirit and made promises to him across a lonely fire, a flickering glow upon two faces, all surrounded in darkness beneath the stars. That was where it truly began, and afterward with Odin bringing his companion home with him, arm in arm, and presenting him to all the gods as his blood-brother. And the years that followed, in which the trickster did not quite become a part of Asgard, having no hall of his own and keeping his own strange ways, yet Loki remained among them.
Odin’s wife looked at him with one brow raised but allowed it. Odin’s firstborn son—the young god of storms—gazed up at him with awe and listened to his clever tales, watched his tricks, his feats of magic, his sleights of hand. Not for many years would the novelty of the trickster’s presence wear away and his welcome in Asgard begin to thin, which would inevitably lead… well, there is no need yet to speak of the end, in telling of the beginning.
Let us merely start with the goat, for simplicity.
He did not set out to seduce Odin’s son. Thor came to him and Loki was weak-willed and powerless in the face of such desire.
No one would refuse Thor.
Thor found him in Iðunn’s orchard and Loki fast forgot the mischief that had brought him there when Thor’s needs became apparent.
Thor cannot take an
æsir
man, cannot make him ergi, but Loki is different. Loki has always been ergi and there is no shame in the son of Odin taking Loki.
Thor’s cock is thick and long, and Loki’s fingers do not quite meet around its girth. Thor is nervous, troubled that he will not fit, but Loki sinks down hungrily, swallowing Thor’s cock deep in his tight hole with very little resistance.
He rides Thor like that, head thrown back, as the branches of the apple trees dapple light over them.
“Do you like it?” Thor asks him, his fingers stroking over Loki’s hips, light and gentle. “Loki, do you?”
“Yes,” Loki gasps, so full that he knows he will crave this again, that he will seek his satisfaction from Thor over and over if the man is willing. He cups Thor’s face in his hands and presses a messy kiss to his mouth. “You are good, Thor. You are very good. You please me.”
Loki is the Philosopher King 