Finally posting my contribution to the @thorki-anthology Tongue 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!
The one with the goat in it (4.5k words)
Summary:
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.
Contains: rimming, overstimulation, age difference, uncle/nephew incest, mythology references, angst, trickster shenanigans
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.
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