Story: "Brotherlove, Brotherlust" Part 2
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ysabetwordsmithThis is a standalone story inspired by Norse mythology about Loki and Odin, who were originally blood-brothers and/or lovers depending on which sources you consider. It's a plotty exploration of how Loki tries to right wrongs, in ways that never quite work out as intended, with a layer of kinky erotica wrapped around it. Some parts are silly and others are really intense. This story is being revealed in pieces based on audience participation.
Warnings: Some of these are touchy topics and some are spoilers. Highlight to read them. Bondage (consensual and nonconsensual), torture (nonconsensual), self-injury causing handicap (consensual), dubious consent (various cases), arranged marriage (consensual), cock and ball torture (consensual), verbal abuse (nonconsensual), running away from home, dysfunctional family dynamics, flogging (consensual), crossdressing (consensual), adultery, drunken shenanigans, acquaintance rape, deceit leading to death, murder.
Supporters include:finch, dialecticdreamer, thnidu, hrafn, helgatwb, librarygeek, RockafellaSaint, thebonesofferalletters
Begin with Part 1.
"Brotherlove, Brotherlust" Part 2
The Aesir loved strength and beauty above all things. So they built a castle in the sky and called it Valhalla. The white marble of its walls shone so brightly in the sun that they had to shade their eyes as they approached. Its towers soared above crisp crenellations and many ranks of glittering windows. Within its shelter the Einherjar, souls of valiant warriors, feasted and gamed with the gods. Everyone who looked upon Valhalla admired it.
Then came one who disdained the mighty keep. “You call that a castle? Ha! A boy could knock it down by shooting spitballs,” the huge man mocked.
Thor put his hands on his hips and said, “Come a little closer and say that, you worthless blowhard.”
“I don’t deny you could beat me,” said the stranger, “but you can’t deny that the giants could sack this place flat in a minute.”
The Aesir looked at one another. Except for Thor, with his powerful fists, and Loki, with his forked tongue, they all worried about the Jotnar at least a little. “What do you suggest we do about it?” asked Odin.
“Why, you should hire me to build you a proper curtain wall,” the huge man said. “In just three seasons I, Blast the Builder, can raise a wall that no giant could ever breach.”
“How much would that cost?” said Frey.
“No more than you can afford,” said Blast. “I only ask for the sun and the moon – and the lovely Freya for my wife.”
“I want the wall,” muttered Odin, “but not that much.”
“Let me handle this,” said Loki. Odin nodded his approval. So Loki struck a bargain with the builder, and if the outer defenses fell shy of completion – even by a single brick! – on the first day of summer, the Aesir would owe nothing.
Blast appeared the next morning with a great gray stallion named Svadilfari. Together they hauled massive boulders, beat them into shape, and set them in a line around the castle. The wall began to rise. Autumn passed, then winter. Spring wore rapidly away, and the curtain wall neared completion. The Aesir began to worry, Frey and Freya most of all.
The other gods pestered Loki incessantly. “You had better do something about this, you useless troublemaker!” they said.
For a while, Loki just hid in Odin’s bedchamber whenever they bothered him. But eventually he had to do something. “All right,” said Loki, “leave it to me.” Then he disappeared. The Aesir grumbled and tried to come up with a solution of their own, but nobody had any good ideas.
As soon as the sun rose, though, they heard a commotion. They looked outside to see a beautiful chestnut mare distracting the stallion. She galloped away into the woods. Svadilfari tore loose from his harness and galloped after her.
“Loki, is that you?” Odin said, laughing. “Does my mighty spear not satisfy you, that you must run off with a horse like this?” The chestnut did not reply, though she flirted her head winsomely. So the wall did not get quite finished in time, and Freya did not have to marry the builder.
But Loki did not return, either, and Odin worried about that. “Maybe you lot should not say such nasty things about Loki,” he said. “He did get us out of this mess.”
“Which he got us into in the first place,” snapped Frey, as if he himself had nothing to do with it.
Just then, a voice shouted up from below. “Odin! Brotherlove, come open this magnificent gate for me,” cried Loki.
“Open it yourself, lockpicker!” Frey shouted back.
Odin pushed Frey out of the way and ran to open the gate. There stood Loki, grinning his wild grin, holding the gray mane of an eight-legged colt. “What is this, Loki?” said Odin.
“This is my son, Sleipnir, who will carry you over land and sea and sky,” said Loki.
“You and your appetite for size,” muttered Odin. “Nothing ever satisfies you.”
Loki laughed. “Hey, I had to do something to distract that stallion,” he said.
The gangly colt lifted a middle leg to scratch behind his ear. A smile cracked the dour façade of Odin’s face. “Well, when you put it that way…”
“I knew you’d understand,” said Loki. “I understand all right. Frey! Hold my horse!” said Odin. He grabbed Loki and dragged him away. Soon they came to the last rock left over from building the curtain wall. Draped over the rock lay a tangle of leather and metal.
“Svadilfari’s harness! You saved it?” said Loki.
“I saved it just for you,” said Odin, throwing Loki across the stone. He used the harness to tie Loki in place. Strong hands yanked the buckles tight. Then Odin hauled his breeches down and demonstrated that he was in no way inferior to Svadilfari.
Loki howled! He made so much noise that the goddesses, shaking their heads, shut the glass-eyed windows of Valhalla. He bucked and twisted, but the sturdy straps held fast.
Finally Odin pushed himself up and unfastened the harness. “I missed you, Loki. You may stir up trouble, but you always make up for it in the end,” he said.
“So, am I forgiven?” said Loki.
“Always,” said Odin.
* * *
After the incident with Svadilfari, Loki’s life became more difficult. All the Aesir teased him about it.
Bragi called, “Here comes Loki, who played the woman’s part and spread legs for a horse’s ass!”
“There goes Bragi, who has no horse to ride because he spends every battle hiding in the hayloft,” Loki shot back.
“Sly one, ha! Loki stood fast in the forest for Svadilfari’s service, and birthed a colt for the folly,” said Njord.
“At least Svadilfari bears no relation to me. You, Njord, sired a son on your own sister,” Loki said.
Balder grabbed Loki by the butt and said, “If you’re lonely, firehair, I know where Odin hides the harness.”
“For what good it may do you,” said Loki as he sidled away. “Your cock may strut in the morning, but he doesn’t know how to crow.” But the constant jeers took their toll. Even Loki’s tongue got tired of fencing with them.
Freya said, “My poor pussies are so tired of pulling my chariot! Be a dear and bring me a big strapping colt to take their place.” Loki said nothing.
Frey just whinnied every time Loki walked past. The trickster lowered his head and walked faster.
At last Loki could bear it no longer. By this point, he had married his wife, the faithful Sigyn; but even she could not comfort him. He fled from the heights of Asgard over the rainbow bridge. For weeks he wandered in a daze. Once he stopped by a lake and bemoaned his fate. “The gods and goddesses are glorious folk. Why must they hound me so, when I have done them only favors?”
“Do not seek the approval of fools, handsome stranger,” said a voice. “Do the proud Aesir not descend from Jotun kind, even as you … and I?” From the bracken stepped forth a giantess, tall and strong and fair of face. “You deserve far better. Come lie with Angrboda and forget your cares.”
These words fell sweetly on Loki’s ears, which still ached with the insults heaped upon him in Valhalla. So Loki let her ferry him away to her island. There he lay down with Angrboda and they made love face-to-face until the sun set. From this union, Angrboda bore a daughter called Hel, half beautiful and half horrible to behold. Loki shuddered to look upon his child, but he loved her anyway.
When next Loki’s lust drew him to Angrboda, he did not want the same thing to happen, so this time he mounted her from behind. From this union, she bore a son called Fenris, a powerful but ugly wolf whose jaws could bite through anything. Loki feared his son’s strength, but he loved Fenris anyway.
After that, Loki and Angrboda made love again, rolling about on the mossy banks of the lake. From this union, she bore a son called Jormungand, a huge serpent so hideous that Loki screamed at the mere sight of him. Angrboda tried to soothe her lover, but to no avail. Loki’s affection for even this child could not stifle his panic. He ran along the beach, looking for the boat to escape that island. So Angrboda sat on him and stuffed her panties in his mouth to shut him up, but nothing could shut Loki up when he really wanted to make himself heard.
Loki’s shrieks grew so strident that they flew up to Asgard and broke the bright windows of Valhalla. “That Loki makes mischief even when he is not here!” bitched Freya.
“He sounds terrified,” said Odin. “Something must be amiss. I had better go rescue him.” So Odin leaped onto Sleipnir’s back. They galloped so fast that they reached Loki before anything worse could happen. Odin jumped down just as Angrboda peeled off a stocking to tie Loki’s hands.
“You may as well give up, Jotun wench – it takes more than dainty things to hold him down!” Odin shouted.
“I will never give him up. I love him. Everyone back at Valhalla hates him. He said so himself,” Angrboda argued.
“Is that so? Loki, do you think I hate you? Shall I go home?” said Odin.
Loki shook his head frantically, making loud help-help noises around the gag.
Odin waved his staff at Angrboda. “Begone, or I shall torment you with spells until you wish that you never laid eyes on Loki!” said Odin. Then Sleipnir reared up on his hind four legs and pawed the air with his front four legs. Together they drove Angrboda away.
Hel came running to her mother’s rescue. With a sweep of his staff, Odin banished her. Next Fenris came running, and Odin set his fur on fire. The great wolf fled yelping into the woods. Then Jormungand came slithering down to the beach. Odin grabbed him by the tail, slung him around in the air, and flung him so hard that he sailed over the horizon. Finally Odin tossed Loki onto Sleipnir’s back and they rode back to Asgard.
Loki spat out the wet panties and said, “I knew you’d come for me.”
“I always come for you – you and that quicksilver tongue of yours,” said Odin. But he still looked on Loki with anger in his storm-gray eye. A nervous flutter lodged in Loki’s belly.
“I missed you,” said Loki.
“I thought you might have fallen off the edge of the world,” said Odin, unappeased. When they reached Valhalla, Odin dragged Loki out to the barn. There Odin hung the trickster from a rafter and flogged Loki with a strap until the thick leather wore out. Loki blubbered and howled and pleaded to stroke Odin’s cock by way of apology.
Odin cut him down and tied the clever hands behind Loki’s back. “Now show me what you’re good for,” said Odin, and Loki did. The Gray Wanderer had to stuff his own hat in his mouth to keep the noise from frightening the horses.
Loki rinsed out his mouth in the water trough, then said, “So, am I forgiven?”
“Always,” said Odin.
[To be continued in Part 3 ...]
Warnings: Some of these are touchy topics and some are spoilers. Highlight to read them. Bondage (consensual and nonconsensual), torture (nonconsensual), self-injury causing handicap (consensual), dubious consent (various cases), arranged marriage (consensual), cock and ball torture (consensual), verbal abuse (nonconsensual), running away from home, dysfunctional family dynamics, flogging (consensual), crossdressing (consensual), adultery, drunken shenanigans, acquaintance rape, deceit leading to death, murder.
Supporters include:
finch, dialecticdreamer, thnidu, hrafn, helgatwb, librarygeek, RockafellaSaint, thebonesofferalletters Begin with Part 1.
"Brotherlove, Brotherlust" Part 2
The Aesir loved strength and beauty above all things. So they built a castle in the sky and called it Valhalla. The white marble of its walls shone so brightly in the sun that they had to shade their eyes as they approached. Its towers soared above crisp crenellations and many ranks of glittering windows. Within its shelter the Einherjar, souls of valiant warriors, feasted and gamed with the gods. Everyone who looked upon Valhalla admired it.
Then came one who disdained the mighty keep. “You call that a castle? Ha! A boy could knock it down by shooting spitballs,” the huge man mocked.
Thor put his hands on his hips and said, “Come a little closer and say that, you worthless blowhard.”
“I don’t deny you could beat me,” said the stranger, “but you can’t deny that the giants could sack this place flat in a minute.”
The Aesir looked at one another. Except for Thor, with his powerful fists, and Loki, with his forked tongue, they all worried about the Jotnar at least a little. “What do you suggest we do about it?” asked Odin.
“Why, you should hire me to build you a proper curtain wall,” the huge man said. “In just three seasons I, Blast the Builder, can raise a wall that no giant could ever breach.”
“How much would that cost?” said Frey.
“No more than you can afford,” said Blast. “I only ask for the sun and the moon – and the lovely Freya for my wife.”
“I want the wall,” muttered Odin, “but not that much.”
“Let me handle this,” said Loki. Odin nodded his approval. So Loki struck a bargain with the builder, and if the outer defenses fell shy of completion – even by a single brick! – on the first day of summer, the Aesir would owe nothing.
Blast appeared the next morning with a great gray stallion named Svadilfari. Together they hauled massive boulders, beat them into shape, and set them in a line around the castle. The wall began to rise. Autumn passed, then winter. Spring wore rapidly away, and the curtain wall neared completion. The Aesir began to worry, Frey and Freya most of all.
The other gods pestered Loki incessantly. “You had better do something about this, you useless troublemaker!” they said.
For a while, Loki just hid in Odin’s bedchamber whenever they bothered him. But eventually he had to do something. “All right,” said Loki, “leave it to me.” Then he disappeared. The Aesir grumbled and tried to come up with a solution of their own, but nobody had any good ideas.
As soon as the sun rose, though, they heard a commotion. They looked outside to see a beautiful chestnut mare distracting the stallion. She galloped away into the woods. Svadilfari tore loose from his harness and galloped after her.
“Loki, is that you?” Odin said, laughing. “Does my mighty spear not satisfy you, that you must run off with a horse like this?” The chestnut did not reply, though she flirted her head winsomely. So the wall did not get quite finished in time, and Freya did not have to marry the builder.
But Loki did not return, either, and Odin worried about that. “Maybe you lot should not say such nasty things about Loki,” he said. “He did get us out of this mess.”
“Which he got us into in the first place,” snapped Frey, as if he himself had nothing to do with it.
Just then, a voice shouted up from below. “Odin! Brotherlove, come open this magnificent gate for me,” cried Loki.
“Open it yourself, lockpicker!” Frey shouted back.
Odin pushed Frey out of the way and ran to open the gate. There stood Loki, grinning his wild grin, holding the gray mane of an eight-legged colt. “What is this, Loki?” said Odin.
“This is my son, Sleipnir, who will carry you over land and sea and sky,” said Loki.
“You and your appetite for size,” muttered Odin. “Nothing ever satisfies you.”
Loki laughed. “Hey, I had to do something to distract that stallion,” he said.
The gangly colt lifted a middle leg to scratch behind his ear. A smile cracked the dour façade of Odin’s face. “Well, when you put it that way…”
“I knew you’d understand,” said Loki. “I understand all right. Frey! Hold my horse!” said Odin. He grabbed Loki and dragged him away. Soon they came to the last rock left over from building the curtain wall. Draped over the rock lay a tangle of leather and metal.
“Svadilfari’s harness! You saved it?” said Loki.
“I saved it just for you,” said Odin, throwing Loki across the stone. He used the harness to tie Loki in place. Strong hands yanked the buckles tight. Then Odin hauled his breeches down and demonstrated that he was in no way inferior to Svadilfari.
Loki howled! He made so much noise that the goddesses, shaking their heads, shut the glass-eyed windows of Valhalla. He bucked and twisted, but the sturdy straps held fast.
Finally Odin pushed himself up and unfastened the harness. “I missed you, Loki. You may stir up trouble, but you always make up for it in the end,” he said.
“So, am I forgiven?” said Loki.
“Always,” said Odin.
* * *
After the incident with Svadilfari, Loki’s life became more difficult. All the Aesir teased him about it.
Bragi called, “Here comes Loki, who played the woman’s part and spread legs for a horse’s ass!”
“There goes Bragi, who has no horse to ride because he spends every battle hiding in the hayloft,” Loki shot back.
“Sly one, ha! Loki stood fast in the forest for Svadilfari’s service, and birthed a colt for the folly,” said Njord.
“At least Svadilfari bears no relation to me. You, Njord, sired a son on your own sister,” Loki said.
Balder grabbed Loki by the butt and said, “If you’re lonely, firehair, I know where Odin hides the harness.”
“For what good it may do you,” said Loki as he sidled away. “Your cock may strut in the morning, but he doesn’t know how to crow.” But the constant jeers took their toll. Even Loki’s tongue got tired of fencing with them.
Freya said, “My poor pussies are so tired of pulling my chariot! Be a dear and bring me a big strapping colt to take their place.” Loki said nothing.
Frey just whinnied every time Loki walked past. The trickster lowered his head and walked faster.
At last Loki could bear it no longer. By this point, he had married his wife, the faithful Sigyn; but even she could not comfort him. He fled from the heights of Asgard over the rainbow bridge. For weeks he wandered in a daze. Once he stopped by a lake and bemoaned his fate. “The gods and goddesses are glorious folk. Why must they hound me so, when I have done them only favors?”
“Do not seek the approval of fools, handsome stranger,” said a voice. “Do the proud Aesir not descend from Jotun kind, even as you … and I?” From the bracken stepped forth a giantess, tall and strong and fair of face. “You deserve far better. Come lie with Angrboda and forget your cares.”
These words fell sweetly on Loki’s ears, which still ached with the insults heaped upon him in Valhalla. So Loki let her ferry him away to her island. There he lay down with Angrboda and they made love face-to-face until the sun set. From this union, Angrboda bore a daughter called Hel, half beautiful and half horrible to behold. Loki shuddered to look upon his child, but he loved her anyway.
When next Loki’s lust drew him to Angrboda, he did not want the same thing to happen, so this time he mounted her from behind. From this union, she bore a son called Fenris, a powerful but ugly wolf whose jaws could bite through anything. Loki feared his son’s strength, but he loved Fenris anyway.
After that, Loki and Angrboda made love again, rolling about on the mossy banks of the lake. From this union, she bore a son called Jormungand, a huge serpent so hideous that Loki screamed at the mere sight of him. Angrboda tried to soothe her lover, but to no avail. Loki’s affection for even this child could not stifle his panic. He ran along the beach, looking for the boat to escape that island. So Angrboda sat on him and stuffed her panties in his mouth to shut him up, but nothing could shut Loki up when he really wanted to make himself heard.
Loki’s shrieks grew so strident that they flew up to Asgard and broke the bright windows of Valhalla. “That Loki makes mischief even when he is not here!” bitched Freya.
“He sounds terrified,” said Odin. “Something must be amiss. I had better go rescue him.” So Odin leaped onto Sleipnir’s back. They galloped so fast that they reached Loki before anything worse could happen. Odin jumped down just as Angrboda peeled off a stocking to tie Loki’s hands.
“You may as well give up, Jotun wench – it takes more than dainty things to hold him down!” Odin shouted.
“I will never give him up. I love him. Everyone back at Valhalla hates him. He said so himself,” Angrboda argued.
“Is that so? Loki, do you think I hate you? Shall I go home?” said Odin.
Loki shook his head frantically, making loud help-help noises around the gag.
Odin waved his staff at Angrboda. “Begone, or I shall torment you with spells until you wish that you never laid eyes on Loki!” said Odin. Then Sleipnir reared up on his hind four legs and pawed the air with his front four legs. Together they drove Angrboda away.
Hel came running to her mother’s rescue. With a sweep of his staff, Odin banished her. Next Fenris came running, and Odin set his fur on fire. The great wolf fled yelping into the woods. Then Jormungand came slithering down to the beach. Odin grabbed him by the tail, slung him around in the air, and flung him so hard that he sailed over the horizon. Finally Odin tossed Loki onto Sleipnir’s back and they rode back to Asgard.
Loki spat out the wet panties and said, “I knew you’d come for me.”
“I always come for you – you and that quicksilver tongue of yours,” said Odin. But he still looked on Loki with anger in his storm-gray eye. A nervous flutter lodged in Loki’s belly.
“I missed you,” said Loki.
“I thought you might have fallen off the edge of the world,” said Odin, unappeased. When they reached Valhalla, Odin dragged Loki out to the barn. There Odin hung the trickster from a rafter and flogged Loki with a strap until the thick leather wore out. Loki blubbered and howled and pleaded to stroke Odin’s cock by way of apology.
Odin cut him down and tied the clever hands behind Loki’s back. “Now show me what you’re good for,” said Odin, and Loki did. The Gray Wanderer had to stuff his own hat in his mouth to keep the noise from frightening the horses.
Loki rinsed out his mouth in the water trough, then said, “So, am I forgiven?”
“Always,” said Odin.
[To be continued in Part 3 ...]
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Date: 2014-05-31 06:36 pm (UTC)I did not know the myths and love the style/voice you are using to write them.
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Date: 2014-06-18 07:55 pm (UTC)Remo_shagwell
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Date: 2014-06-25 04:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
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