Story: "Brotherlove, Brotherlust" Part 4
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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, zeeth_kyrah, lehorin
Begin with Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5
"Brotherlove, Brotherlust" Part 4
What Loki did not know was that Thor had just returned from beating up trolls. Thor found his lovely wife sitting on their bed, weeping a great rain of tears. He looked at the ragged ends of her hair and then spied the shorn locks lying all over the floor. With a shout of rage, Thor stormed out of the room.
Thor tore the hall apart until he found Loki outside by the stables. “There you are, you miserable good-for-nothing wretch! I’m going to grind you into powder for cutting off my wife’s hair,” said Thor.
“How do you know it was even my fault?” parried Loki. “I might have had nothing to do with it.”
“Everything that goes wrong is your fault, one way or another!” said Thor.
“It was just a joke!” Loki said.
“Really? You want to see my idea of a joke?” said Thor. He lifted Loki by his flame-red tunic and smacked him over the head. Loki yelped.
“Let him loose, Thor, you won’t change his mind that way,” said a voice.
“Saved at last!” crowed Loki, as Thor dropped him to the ground.
“Not so fast,” said Odin. “Loki, you owe them something for the trouble you caused.”
“Sif started it.”
“I don’t care. Find a way to undo the harm you’ve done,” said Odin.
Loki flourished a bow. “As you wish,” he said, and scampered away. He went to the dwarven smiths, crafters of great repute who lived under the mountains. First Loki approached the forge of Durin.
“I know you,” the dwarf said with a rude laugh. “You’re that pervert who dresses up like a woman – aye, and plays a woman’s part, too!”
Loki shrugged. “If you don’t want to talk with me, never mind. My quest is no doubt hopeless anyhow. No one could make what I need,” he said with a heavy sigh. “As long as I’m down here, though, I suppose I may as well go ask Eitri.”
“You will do no such thing!” Durin snapped. He grabbed the god by an elbow and dragged him into the workroom. “That Eitri couldn’t fix a bent horseshoe nail. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll show you who’s the best smith under the mountains.”
So Loki described the problem of Sif and her lost tresses, without going into incriminating detail. Then it occurred to him that if he brought gifts for some of the other gods, they might not torment him so much. He couldn’t resist getting a little something for Odin too.
Durin worked all day and all night in the forge. He made new hair for Sif, spun of purest gold. He made a gallant ship for Frey, and a mighty spear for Odin. Meanwhile Loki found the busy dwarf’s ale pantry and helped himself to the contents.
Finally Durin heaped the treasures in Loki’s arms, and the two of them set out for the surface. “Now do you agree that I’m the best smith?” said Durin.
“Oh yes, no one could possibly make anything finer,” said Loki. The hair would keep Thor from grinding him into powder, the ship might make Frey stop whinnying at him, and the spear would just make Odin happy.
“Liar!” shouted a voice. “I, Eitri, am the best smith under the mountains!”
“Nevermind, I already have what I came for, and clever-handed Durin has worked miracles,” said Loki, still very drunk.
“I know you – you’re that pervert who shapeshifted into a mare, got knocked up, and then foaled an eight-legged colt!” said Eitri. “Well, no matter. I am the best smith, and I’ll bet my head against yours that I can forge better treasures than that beardless brat standing beside you.”
Loki decided that bringing back even more loot might improve his life. He agreed to the deal, and they all trooped into Eitri’s forge. First Eitri made a handsome arm-ring of gold. Next he made a powerful boar with bristles of gold. Then, tiring of gold, he switched to iron and forged a hammer so massive that even he could barely lift it.
“If you think I’m going to lug that thing all the way to Asgard, think again,” said Loki, eyeing the hammer with much misgiving. “You can carry it yourself.”
So Eitri brought out a cart and put Mjollnir in it. Durin and Loki promptly piled the rest of the treasures on top. Eitri complained, but the other two were already ahead of him, and if he wanted to get the hammer to Asgard, he was stuck with the whole heap. Grumbling bitterly all the way, Eitri hauled the heavy load up to Valhalla.
There Loki explained the deal and presented his gifts. “Sif, I bring you hair of gold that will grow just like your own hair and outshine the sun.” Sif squealed with glee and donned the golden tresses at once. Thor beamed at his wife and even gave Loki a tiny nod of approval. “Frey, I bring you the ship Skidbladnir that will travel anywhere and fit into your pocket when not in use.” Frey smiled.
“Don’t I get a present?” Odin said.
“Of course!” Loki exclaimed. Then he winked and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Since you worried so much about the size of your spear, I brought you a new one.”
Odin’s eye opened wide as he beheld the weapon.
“Brotherlove, meet Gungnir, who will pierce any armor and never miss a target,” said Loki. Then he moved on to Eitri’s gifts. “Take also this ring, Draupnir, which will shed nine more rings of equal weight every ninth night.” Odin slipped it onto his arm where it instantly shrank to a perfect fit.
Loki turned to Frey. “Here is the boar Gullinbursti, who can outrun any steed save Sleipnir and can light his own way with the sun-splendor of his coat,” he said.
Frey ran a hand over the shining bristles and said, “Thank you,” instead of whinnying. Loki grinned his wild grin.
“Thor, this hammer Mjollnir weighs so much that only you can wield it, and it will always return to your hand after you throw it,” said Loki.
Thor hefted the hammer. He looked at Loki. He looked at the door. He shuffled from one foot to the other. “Excuse me,” said Thor, and ran outside. Soon everyone heard the sound of bashing. Sif tittered.
“Enough delay!” Eitri snapped. “Now the gods must name the best smith under the mountains. Who has forged the greatest treasure?” Much debate ensued, but to Loki’s dismay, the Aesir ruled Mjollnir the greatest treasure – which made Eitri the best smith. Only Odin abstained, stroking his spear with a fond hand.
“Go on, Eitri, take his head!” called Freya, who had received nothing from Loki’s pile of treasure.
But when Eitri drew his knife, quick-witted Loki said, “You have a right only to my head, not to my neck.”
“You will not cheat me so easily, horse-mother,” said Eitri. From his beltpouch he drew needle and thread, and sewed Loki’s lips together. “Let’s hear you talk now!”
Loki’s mouth was his power. No wisp of thread could stop the trickster’s tongue from wagging. The fiber dissolved at the first touch of his breath, like ice melting in flame. “You may have forged the greatest treasure, but not the most perfect,” Loki said. “Had you left me in peace, I would have said nothing – but now I call everyone’s attention to the shortness of Mjollnir’s handle. No doubt when Thor notices that, he will have more than mere words for you, smith. You might want to get out of here before then.”
Eitri blanched and fled from the hall, laughter racketing up behind him.
While the other Aesir caroused, Odin slipped out of sight. Suddenly Loki felt his left arm grabbed and twisted up behind him. “You’re coming with me, little prankster,” said Odin. He hustled the whimpering god outside.
“I said I was sorry!” Loki repeated, over and over.
“I heard you the first time,” said Odin. Without pausing, he pushed Loki against the woodpile and stripped Loki’s breeches off. Then Odin pulled Draupnir from his thick-muscled arm and dropped it over Loki’s cock and balls. There it promptly clenched itself like a fist.
Odin muffled Loki’s scream with a kiss.
After Odin pulled away, Loki panted, “It’s so tight! It hurts!”
“You’re divine. You can take a little pain,” said Odin. “Now, don’t you even think of coming until I give you permission.”
Loki’s cock was already swelling from the constriction of the ring, but he nodded meekly.
Odin teased the erect flesh without mercy. He pinched and slapped Loki’s balls. He tore open Loki’s shirt and twisted the nipples as if trying to remove the stems from two apples. Finally Odin kicked off his own breeches and pumped his turgid cock into Loki’s mouth.
After he finished, Odin reached down and plucked Draupnir from its resting place, the ring’s magic responding to his touch. “You may come now,” he said casually, and Loki exploded in relief.
“By the way, thank you for the spear,” said Odin as he turned to leave.
Exhausted, Loki flopped to the ground. “You’re welcome,” he mumbled. Odin’s footsteps receded toward the hall. “So … am I … forgiven?”
The answer floated back to him just before the door closed. “Always.”
* * *
Gifts notwithstanding, the Aesir still found Loki annoying. They excluded him whenever they could. One night, Gymir brought a great barrel of ale to Valhalla. The gods and goddesses sat around the long tables, getting drunk and spreading gossip. Loki came by and heard the noise but could not make out the words. Then Gymir’s servant Eldir left the hall to fetch more mugs.
“What are they talking about in there?” said Loki.
Eldir shrugged. “The usual – boasting about their weapons, bragging about their looks, calling you a horse’s ass,” he said. “Now get out of my way, I have work to do.”
So Loki crouched and put his ear to the keyhole. Now it is true that eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves, so the first thing that Loki heard was Sif saying, “That Loki has the penis of a weasel. One time he showed it to me, and I had to part the hairs just to find it!”
Laughter.
The next thing that Loki heard was Bragi saying, “Sigyn, I heard that Loki lay with Angrboda three different ways, and got a worse monster on her every time. How is it he lay with you, that got Narvi and Vali, who look decent enough? Because I’d like to try some of that myself!”
More laughter. Loki’s temper blazed.
Then Frey whinnied, and the whole hall went into gales of hysterics.
They want something to talk about, do they? Well, I’ll give them something to talk about! Loki said to himself as he listened to the wicked gossip, for his ears were as sharp as his tongue.
Just then Eldir returned with an armload of empty mugs. “Give me those,” said Loki, grabbing them from him.
“If you go in there and make trouble, someone will knock you over the head and mop the table with your tongue,” Eldir said.
“I can hope,” muttered Loki. He shoved the servant aside and entered the hall himself.
“It’s about time, Eldir, you oaf,” said Gymir – but when he took the mugs to fill them, he stopped in shock.
“Why, it’s Loki!” said Balder.
“Who invited him to this party?” said Sif.
“I invited myself,” said Loki, “since you seem to have … forgotten … to do so, lovely Sif. But then you’re getting on in age, so I shouldn’t wonder at it.”
Sif squealed in outrage. Loki ignored her.
“Pour me a drink, Gymir,” said Loki.
“I’d sooner serve a svartalf than you, Loki,” said the master brewer. “You spoil the grain and make the yeast go flat. Drink water like a giggling girl-child, why don’t you?”
Loki turned to Odin. “Brotherlove, I remember when you refused to drink unless they served ale to us both,” he said.
“Frey, Balder, move down so that Loki may sit beside me. Gymir, pour a mug for him, too,” commanded Odin. Grumbling, the gods obeyed.
Loki drank deep of the fierce-foamed ale. “Hail to you, gods and goddesses all – save craven Bragi, sitting on his bench as usual,” he said.
“Loki, leave off,” said Bragi. “I will give you a ruby ring and a roan mare, if only you will shut your mouth.”
“He doesn’t need a mare,” said Frey, and snickered.
“Look who’s talking – but no, I misspeak myself. Frey prefers pussy,” said Loki.
“You leave him alone!” Freya snapped.
Leaning back, Loki took another long drink from his mug. “Freya, you ensorcelled your own brother into your bed, but you drank so much ale that you farted all night and drove him away again before he could satisfy you. No wonder you’re in such a mood,” he said.
“What a pervert,” said Njord. “What matter if a goddess chooses to take a lover? The shame lies in a she-god who shifts shape and then births babies.”
“Oh, so I’m the pervert, am I?” snarled Loki. “You are only a hostage to the Aesir, sent from the east to ensure your father’s faith. I seem to recall Hymir’s daughters bragging how you knelt before them, and served as a chamberpot while they pissed in your mouth!”
Njord lowered his head. “It comforted me, when I felt homesick,” he said.
“Enough, Loki!” said Heimdalll. “You grow drunk, and your tongue wags like the wet tail of a puppy.”
“Fine words from Heimdalll, who drinks until he falls asleep at the watch,” Loki shot back.
Sif clapped her hands and said, “I hear thunder, and the ground shakes! Thor must be returning from his journey.”
Indeed, Thor stalked into the hall at that very moment. Spying Loki, he said, “What mischief have you made tonight, Loki?”
“Why, none as yet, O Thor of the short-handled hammer,” said Loki. “Sif insisted on finishing her ale before taking me upstairs to fuck in your bed.”
“Shut your filthy mouth, troublemaker, or Mjollnir will shut it for you,” said Thor. He plunked himself onto the bench.
“I tremble in terror. Oh. Oops. Clumsy me,” said Loki, spilling the last of his ale in Thor’s lap.
Thor roared with fury and sprang to his feet. “Be silent and grovel, or Mjollnir shall master you, cur!” said Thor.
Loki grinned. “Is that a promise?” he said. Thor swung at him, and Loki scampered out of the way. “Hah! You missed me!” He dropped his breeches and waggled his bare buttocks at the enraged god.
“Loki! Desist at once! You have turned this party into an utter uproar,” said Odin.
“As you wish, brotherlove,” said Loki, fastening his breeches and dodging again before Mjollnir could squash him.
The other Aesir shouted encouragement to Thor.
“I have said what I came to say, and it’s no worse than the lot of you deserve. Do you think that I speak more evil than you do of each other, when someone’s back is turned? Think on that, Thor!” said Loki. “But I will go now, for I know your temper, and I’m a lover not a fighter.” With that, Loki dashed out the door.
Odin came after Loki, and dragged him into the woods before Thor could catch him. “Now look what you’ve done,” said Odin. “You made me leave my ale behind.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” said Loki, beginning to worry.
“You certainly will,” said Odin. He made Loki strip. Then he bent the other god over his lap and whipped him with a switch of willow.
Loki wailed and kicked.
“Shut up, you sissy,” said Odin. “Do you want Thor to find us?” Hurriedly he gagged Loki with a sock and put a hand over his mouth for good measure. Then he resumed the whipping until Loki showed stripes from ass to ankle. Loki’s desperate struggles excited Odin so much that he spilled his seed in his breeches, so Loki never got fucked at all that night.
Still, when Odin pulled the sodden gag from his sore mouth, the first thing Loki said was, “I’m sorry. Am I forgiven?”
Odin patted Loki right on the stripes. “Always,” he said.
[To be concluded in Part 5 ...]
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, zeeth_kyrah, lehorin Begin with Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5
"Brotherlove, Brotherlust" Part 4
What Loki did not know was that Thor had just returned from beating up trolls. Thor found his lovely wife sitting on their bed, weeping a great rain of tears. He looked at the ragged ends of her hair and then spied the shorn locks lying all over the floor. With a shout of rage, Thor stormed out of the room.
Thor tore the hall apart until he found Loki outside by the stables. “There you are, you miserable good-for-nothing wretch! I’m going to grind you into powder for cutting off my wife’s hair,” said Thor.
“How do you know it was even my fault?” parried Loki. “I might have had nothing to do with it.”
“Everything that goes wrong is your fault, one way or another!” said Thor.
“It was just a joke!” Loki said.
“Really? You want to see my idea of a joke?” said Thor. He lifted Loki by his flame-red tunic and smacked him over the head. Loki yelped.
“Let him loose, Thor, you won’t change his mind that way,” said a voice.
“Saved at last!” crowed Loki, as Thor dropped him to the ground.
“Not so fast,” said Odin. “Loki, you owe them something for the trouble you caused.”
“Sif started it.”
“I don’t care. Find a way to undo the harm you’ve done,” said Odin.
Loki flourished a bow. “As you wish,” he said, and scampered away. He went to the dwarven smiths, crafters of great repute who lived under the mountains. First Loki approached the forge of Durin.
“I know you,” the dwarf said with a rude laugh. “You’re that pervert who dresses up like a woman – aye, and plays a woman’s part, too!”
Loki shrugged. “If you don’t want to talk with me, never mind. My quest is no doubt hopeless anyhow. No one could make what I need,” he said with a heavy sigh. “As long as I’m down here, though, I suppose I may as well go ask Eitri.”
“You will do no such thing!” Durin snapped. He grabbed the god by an elbow and dragged him into the workroom. “That Eitri couldn’t fix a bent horseshoe nail. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll show you who’s the best smith under the mountains.”
So Loki described the problem of Sif and her lost tresses, without going into incriminating detail. Then it occurred to him that if he brought gifts for some of the other gods, they might not torment him so much. He couldn’t resist getting a little something for Odin too.
Durin worked all day and all night in the forge. He made new hair for Sif, spun of purest gold. He made a gallant ship for Frey, and a mighty spear for Odin. Meanwhile Loki found the busy dwarf’s ale pantry and helped himself to the contents.
Finally Durin heaped the treasures in Loki’s arms, and the two of them set out for the surface. “Now do you agree that I’m the best smith?” said Durin.
“Oh yes, no one could possibly make anything finer,” said Loki. The hair would keep Thor from grinding him into powder, the ship might make Frey stop whinnying at him, and the spear would just make Odin happy.
“Liar!” shouted a voice. “I, Eitri, am the best smith under the mountains!”
“Nevermind, I already have what I came for, and clever-handed Durin has worked miracles,” said Loki, still very drunk.
“I know you – you’re that pervert who shapeshifted into a mare, got knocked up, and then foaled an eight-legged colt!” said Eitri. “Well, no matter. I am the best smith, and I’ll bet my head against yours that I can forge better treasures than that beardless brat standing beside you.”
Loki decided that bringing back even more loot might improve his life. He agreed to the deal, and they all trooped into Eitri’s forge. First Eitri made a handsome arm-ring of gold. Next he made a powerful boar with bristles of gold. Then, tiring of gold, he switched to iron and forged a hammer so massive that even he could barely lift it.
“If you think I’m going to lug that thing all the way to Asgard, think again,” said Loki, eyeing the hammer with much misgiving. “You can carry it yourself.”
So Eitri brought out a cart and put Mjollnir in it. Durin and Loki promptly piled the rest of the treasures on top. Eitri complained, but the other two were already ahead of him, and if he wanted to get the hammer to Asgard, he was stuck with the whole heap. Grumbling bitterly all the way, Eitri hauled the heavy load up to Valhalla.
There Loki explained the deal and presented his gifts. “Sif, I bring you hair of gold that will grow just like your own hair and outshine the sun.” Sif squealed with glee and donned the golden tresses at once. Thor beamed at his wife and even gave Loki a tiny nod of approval. “Frey, I bring you the ship Skidbladnir that will travel anywhere and fit into your pocket when not in use.” Frey smiled.
“Don’t I get a present?” Odin said.
“Of course!” Loki exclaimed. Then he winked and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Since you worried so much about the size of your spear, I brought you a new one.”
Odin’s eye opened wide as he beheld the weapon.
“Brotherlove, meet Gungnir, who will pierce any armor and never miss a target,” said Loki. Then he moved on to Eitri’s gifts. “Take also this ring, Draupnir, which will shed nine more rings of equal weight every ninth night.” Odin slipped it onto his arm where it instantly shrank to a perfect fit.
Loki turned to Frey. “Here is the boar Gullinbursti, who can outrun any steed save Sleipnir and can light his own way with the sun-splendor of his coat,” he said.
Frey ran a hand over the shining bristles and said, “Thank you,” instead of whinnying. Loki grinned his wild grin.
“Thor, this hammer Mjollnir weighs so much that only you can wield it, and it will always return to your hand after you throw it,” said Loki.
Thor hefted the hammer. He looked at Loki. He looked at the door. He shuffled from one foot to the other. “Excuse me,” said Thor, and ran outside. Soon everyone heard the sound of bashing. Sif tittered.
“Enough delay!” Eitri snapped. “Now the gods must name the best smith under the mountains. Who has forged the greatest treasure?” Much debate ensued, but to Loki’s dismay, the Aesir ruled Mjollnir the greatest treasure – which made Eitri the best smith. Only Odin abstained, stroking his spear with a fond hand.
“Go on, Eitri, take his head!” called Freya, who had received nothing from Loki’s pile of treasure.
But when Eitri drew his knife, quick-witted Loki said, “You have a right only to my head, not to my neck.”
“You will not cheat me so easily, horse-mother,” said Eitri. From his beltpouch he drew needle and thread, and sewed Loki’s lips together. “Let’s hear you talk now!”
Loki’s mouth was his power. No wisp of thread could stop the trickster’s tongue from wagging. The fiber dissolved at the first touch of his breath, like ice melting in flame. “You may have forged the greatest treasure, but not the most perfect,” Loki said. “Had you left me in peace, I would have said nothing – but now I call everyone’s attention to the shortness of Mjollnir’s handle. No doubt when Thor notices that, he will have more than mere words for you, smith. You might want to get out of here before then.”
Eitri blanched and fled from the hall, laughter racketing up behind him.
While the other Aesir caroused, Odin slipped out of sight. Suddenly Loki felt his left arm grabbed and twisted up behind him. “You’re coming with me, little prankster,” said Odin. He hustled the whimpering god outside.
“I said I was sorry!” Loki repeated, over and over.
“I heard you the first time,” said Odin. Without pausing, he pushed Loki against the woodpile and stripped Loki’s breeches off. Then Odin pulled Draupnir from his thick-muscled arm and dropped it over Loki’s cock and balls. There it promptly clenched itself like a fist.
Odin muffled Loki’s scream with a kiss.
After Odin pulled away, Loki panted, “It’s so tight! It hurts!”
“You’re divine. You can take a little pain,” said Odin. “Now, don’t you even think of coming until I give you permission.”
Loki’s cock was already swelling from the constriction of the ring, but he nodded meekly.
Odin teased the erect flesh without mercy. He pinched and slapped Loki’s balls. He tore open Loki’s shirt and twisted the nipples as if trying to remove the stems from two apples. Finally Odin kicked off his own breeches and pumped his turgid cock into Loki’s mouth.
After he finished, Odin reached down and plucked Draupnir from its resting place, the ring’s magic responding to his touch. “You may come now,” he said casually, and Loki exploded in relief.
“By the way, thank you for the spear,” said Odin as he turned to leave.
Exhausted, Loki flopped to the ground. “You’re welcome,” he mumbled. Odin’s footsteps receded toward the hall. “So … am I … forgiven?”
The answer floated back to him just before the door closed. “Always.”
* * *
Gifts notwithstanding, the Aesir still found Loki annoying. They excluded him whenever they could. One night, Gymir brought a great barrel of ale to Valhalla. The gods and goddesses sat around the long tables, getting drunk and spreading gossip. Loki came by and heard the noise but could not make out the words. Then Gymir’s servant Eldir left the hall to fetch more mugs.
“What are they talking about in there?” said Loki.
Eldir shrugged. “The usual – boasting about their weapons, bragging about their looks, calling you a horse’s ass,” he said. “Now get out of my way, I have work to do.”
So Loki crouched and put his ear to the keyhole. Now it is true that eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves, so the first thing that Loki heard was Sif saying, “That Loki has the penis of a weasel. One time he showed it to me, and I had to part the hairs just to find it!”
Laughter.
The next thing that Loki heard was Bragi saying, “Sigyn, I heard that Loki lay with Angrboda three different ways, and got a worse monster on her every time. How is it he lay with you, that got Narvi and Vali, who look decent enough? Because I’d like to try some of that myself!”
More laughter. Loki’s temper blazed.
Then Frey whinnied, and the whole hall went into gales of hysterics.
They want something to talk about, do they? Well, I’ll give them something to talk about! Loki said to himself as he listened to the wicked gossip, for his ears were as sharp as his tongue.
Just then Eldir returned with an armload of empty mugs. “Give me those,” said Loki, grabbing them from him.
“If you go in there and make trouble, someone will knock you over the head and mop the table with your tongue,” Eldir said.
“I can hope,” muttered Loki. He shoved the servant aside and entered the hall himself.
“It’s about time, Eldir, you oaf,” said Gymir – but when he took the mugs to fill them, he stopped in shock.
“Why, it’s Loki!” said Balder.
“Who invited him to this party?” said Sif.
“I invited myself,” said Loki, “since you seem to have … forgotten … to do so, lovely Sif. But then you’re getting on in age, so I shouldn’t wonder at it.”
Sif squealed in outrage. Loki ignored her.
“Pour me a drink, Gymir,” said Loki.
“I’d sooner serve a svartalf than you, Loki,” said the master brewer. “You spoil the grain and make the yeast go flat. Drink water like a giggling girl-child, why don’t you?”
Loki turned to Odin. “Brotherlove, I remember when you refused to drink unless they served ale to us both,” he said.
“Frey, Balder, move down so that Loki may sit beside me. Gymir, pour a mug for him, too,” commanded Odin. Grumbling, the gods obeyed.
Loki drank deep of the fierce-foamed ale. “Hail to you, gods and goddesses all – save craven Bragi, sitting on his bench as usual,” he said.
“Loki, leave off,” said Bragi. “I will give you a ruby ring and a roan mare, if only you will shut your mouth.”
“He doesn’t need a mare,” said Frey, and snickered.
“Look who’s talking – but no, I misspeak myself. Frey prefers pussy,” said Loki.
“You leave him alone!” Freya snapped.
Leaning back, Loki took another long drink from his mug. “Freya, you ensorcelled your own brother into your bed, but you drank so much ale that you farted all night and drove him away again before he could satisfy you. No wonder you’re in such a mood,” he said.
“What a pervert,” said Njord. “What matter if a goddess chooses to take a lover? The shame lies in a she-god who shifts shape and then births babies.”
“Oh, so I’m the pervert, am I?” snarled Loki. “You are only a hostage to the Aesir, sent from the east to ensure your father’s faith. I seem to recall Hymir’s daughters bragging how you knelt before them, and served as a chamberpot while they pissed in your mouth!”
Njord lowered his head. “It comforted me, when I felt homesick,” he said.
“Enough, Loki!” said Heimdalll. “You grow drunk, and your tongue wags like the wet tail of a puppy.”
“Fine words from Heimdalll, who drinks until he falls asleep at the watch,” Loki shot back.
Sif clapped her hands and said, “I hear thunder, and the ground shakes! Thor must be returning from his journey.”
Indeed, Thor stalked into the hall at that very moment. Spying Loki, he said, “What mischief have you made tonight, Loki?”
“Why, none as yet, O Thor of the short-handled hammer,” said Loki. “Sif insisted on finishing her ale before taking me upstairs to fuck in your bed.”
“Shut your filthy mouth, troublemaker, or Mjollnir will shut it for you,” said Thor. He plunked himself onto the bench.
“I tremble in terror. Oh. Oops. Clumsy me,” said Loki, spilling the last of his ale in Thor’s lap.
Thor roared with fury and sprang to his feet. “Be silent and grovel, or Mjollnir shall master you, cur!” said Thor.
Loki grinned. “Is that a promise?” he said. Thor swung at him, and Loki scampered out of the way. “Hah! You missed me!” He dropped his breeches and waggled his bare buttocks at the enraged god.
“Loki! Desist at once! You have turned this party into an utter uproar,” said Odin.
“As you wish, brotherlove,” said Loki, fastening his breeches and dodging again before Mjollnir could squash him.
The other Aesir shouted encouragement to Thor.
“I have said what I came to say, and it’s no worse than the lot of you deserve. Do you think that I speak more evil than you do of each other, when someone’s back is turned? Think on that, Thor!” said Loki. “But I will go now, for I know your temper, and I’m a lover not a fighter.” With that, Loki dashed out the door.
Odin came after Loki, and dragged him into the woods before Thor could catch him. “Now look what you’ve done,” said Odin. “You made me leave my ale behind.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” said Loki, beginning to worry.
“You certainly will,” said Odin. He made Loki strip. Then he bent the other god over his lap and whipped him with a switch of willow.
Loki wailed and kicked.
“Shut up, you sissy,” said Odin. “Do you want Thor to find us?” Hurriedly he gagged Loki with a sock and put a hand over his mouth for good measure. Then he resumed the whipping until Loki showed stripes from ass to ankle. Loki’s desperate struggles excited Odin so much that he spilled his seed in his breeches, so Loki never got fucked at all that night.
Still, when Odin pulled the sodden gag from his sore mouth, the first thing Loki said was, “I’m sorry. Am I forgiven?”
Odin patted Loki right on the stripes. “Always,” he said.
[To be concluded in Part 5 ...]
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