FIC: What You Will (Thor) - Life Less Ordinary (8/8)

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What You Will - Chapter 8: Life Less Ordinary
by ashinae and linden_jay

Chapter 1: Unknown Bride | Chapter 2: A Girl and Her Horse | Chapter 3: For the First Time | Chapter 4: Torn to Tatters | Chapter 5: Love Loss Hope Repeat | Chapter 6: Follow the Lady | Chapter 7: Learn to Fly | Chapter 8: Life Less Ordinary



There had been days since Loki came to Asgard when Thor had found excuse after excuse to stay away from the palace until evening, avoiding his wife and all of his responsibilities toward her. It would figure that the one day where he was anxious to get back to Loki would be the day where his duties as prince kept him away from the palace (and Loki) until it was time for the evening meal.

He barely ate anything due to nerves, but this time it was anticipation rather than fear that had him on edge. He watched Loki leave the dining hall, planning to follow immediately. Somehow, he managed not to kill Fandral for delaying him, smiling and participating in the conversation, despite the fact that every instinct was screaming for him to get to Loki as quickly as possible.

For this was real. While Cesario the groom, newly arrived in Asgard, was a fiction, the man that Thor had met was also real--also Loki. He spent most of the day wrapping his head around it, realising that somehow even though he did not deserve it, he was able to have everything he desired: the mind, soul, and spirit that he'd already fallen for, combined with a body that he desired more than he'd dreamed was possible.

Truly, it still felt like a dream, much of the time.

***

Loki slipped out of the dining hall. She knew Thor would follow.

She watched herself in a mirror as she unpinned her hair; she shed her dress and changed instead into the breeches and sleeveless tunic that 'Cesario' had taken to wearing on the warmest days.

Loki slipped into Thor's room and padded barefoot to the bed. He pulled down the blankets, fluffed the pillows, and made his way to stand before the window, staring out at the dark night sky.

He would wait as long as necessary for Thor to arrive, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be long at all.

***

Loki fretted. She ran her hands over her skirt, paced away from Thor, and paced back to him. "I should not have worn the dress," she said.

"You needed to wear the dress to get here," Thor pointed out. "People have not become accustomed to you wearing anything less than the height of fashion."

Loki's hands fluttered a little and then she went back to Thor, put her hands on his chest, and rested her forehead atop them. She sighed.

"It will be all right," Thor murmured, his hands on her shoulders. "I promised you."

"I know you promised. But I shared one of our most closely-guarded secrets. I was never supposed to tell."

"If you hadn't, we would not be where we are right now," Thor said softly. "We are partners, Loki. In everything. That will be our legacy."

"Our legacy." She looked up at him and gave him a very brave smile.

He kissed her forehead. "We will build it together," he promised. "Besides... you are of Asgard now," he pointed out. "Asgard will protect you. Even from your father, if necessary."

She touched his cheek, and finally the doors opened. She stepped away, and gave a curtsey as Odin, Frigga, and Laufey entered.

"Father," said Loki.

"Loki," Laufey said, walking over to her and looking her over, head to toe, as though he were satisfying himself that everything was all right. "You look well, daughter," he said.

She actually looked surprised and touched her fingers to her forehead. And then she smiled. "I am very well, Father, thank you. Will you sit with us?" She gestured to the table.

Laufey nodded, letting Loki lead the way to the table. "I believe I can guess why you have called me here," Laufey said. "You are with child."

Laufey's assumption was so far from the reality of what they were there to discuss that Thor looked as though he were about to laugh. Fortunately, he had learned some measure of control, so no one but Loki noticed the near-slip.

***

Loki was the last.

There was no longer a need for the treaty. The royal family of Asgard would, soon enough, be part Jotunn, part Asgardian. What need was there to keep taking Jotunheim's children as tribute? Their blood would now forever run through Thor's bloodline.

Loki would rule at Thor's side. She was not his spoil of war. There would be lasting peace in the Nine Realms--an alliance of peoples, rather than a truce held by the presence of prisoners behind Asgard's lines.

The treaty would be altered; Thor and Loki were the last such match. The magic would no longer affect future generations of Frost Giants. The All-Father had his secrets; they all knew that. Loki wondered if all of this was always Odin's plan. Loki wondered, also, if the treaty's magic was the reason she never had siblings--but never voiced that question out loud. She expected to get no answer. And while the change to the treaty pleased Laufey well enough, she didn't want to say anything that might cause discussion that would anger him.

She looked down the table at Laufey. "Does this work for you, Father?"

Laufey's expression gave away nothing, but after a long pause, he nodded. "I have already given Asgard my child," he said. "We have no greater prize to be taken from us."

"Thor and I have done much to change each other's lives," Loki said. "For the better, I should hope." And then she paused, and looked at their hands, and squeezed her fingers around Thor's. "The other reason we asked you to come, Father, is that I must confess to you that I told Thor the secret about me that I know you warned me never to tell: that I am not female, and that I am not exactly male, either, but rather, neither and both, like all our people. I told him that I am your heir, born of your flesh."

"You did what?" Laufey's voice was dangerously quiet. "You told him? You're speaking of it here, now, in front of them?" he demanded, gesturing toward Odin and Frigga.

"Thor had a right to know," Loki said. "Our concept of gender and sex is different from theirs--and Thor does not physically desire me in a female body." And he changed; though Loki remained in the dress, the slender and lovely young man sat there instead of the beautiful young woman. "But he does desire me when I am male. For the sake of our privacy, Father, I will be Asgard's princess. But for my family, I will be Thor's prince."

Frigga sat back a bit more in her chair, looking at Loki her son in law, rather than her daughter in law. "That was what was wrong, wasn't it?" she murmured. "Why things were so strained between you two. Thor, you never told us."

"I didn't know," Thor admitted. "I'd always assumed I would have to marry a woman, and that when the time came, everything would be fine. When it wasn't... I did not know what to do. What to think."

"I don't understand," Laufey said, looking angrier by the moment. "The Asgardians are created male and female--they have two genders, they intermingle between them for marriage and procreation. We have always understood this to be true, and now you are telling me that Thor will not have you unless you are male?"

Loki lifted his chin. "For procreation, yes, a male and a female are necessary," he said. "But for love, Father--two men may find it together, or two women. Thor loves me, no matter what. But his desire is for a male lover. It would seem love, for Asgardians, can be complicated."

"And this form... it is no illusion, but another version of yourself, is that correct?" Frigga asked Loki. She projected calm and reassurance into a room that was becoming too tension-filled. "You are not having to pretend to be something you are not?"

"It is no illusion," Loki said. He glanced at Laufey, who looked furious at the mere idea of giving more information. Loki could not stand the force of Laufey's glare and instead looked at Frigga again. "I have no sex. I'm not even certain I am 'properly' male or 'properly' female. Slipping back and forth is as easy to me as breathing. All I know for certain is that I love your son more than I have loved anything else in my life--" and now he looked at Laufey again, "and I will not lose him."

Laufey huffed softly at this display of sentiment. "Who else knows?" he demanded.

"No one but those of us here in this room," Thor said, leaning in a bit closer to Loki. "This secret is important to your people, and we will keep it for you. Loki will still be my bride, the princess that our people know her to be. This form... it will allow her some freedom from her responsibilities as princess, some time where she can go unnoticed and unremarked. I love Loki for who Loki is--the wise, wickedly clever, terribly funny person I was married to. I desire this form," he said, waving his free hand toward the slim young man sitting beside him.

"It is not a secret among our people, but Loki said that your people do not know that most Asgardians desire both the male and the female. Some few of us desire only the opposite gender, and some few only the same. I am one of those, although as I said, I did not know it until very recently."

"Even after these long, uncounted years," said Odin, "I can still be surprised. Laufey, King of Jotunheim, you have my word that this secret shall be protected. But I am glad to know, and knowing what I do, I promise you that I will protect your child all that more fiercely. Loki is your treasure--and also ours."

Laufey still didn't look happy, but he nodded, just once. Even with the treaty now a true alliance, and the tribute of the non-giants dissolved, Asgard still had a secret to hold over the Jotunar.

"As we cannot go back and undo the truth that Loki has told, I am forced to agree to this," he said. He leaned back in his chair and looked at Loki. "You could not have just been here to tell us you were carrying our grandchild?"

From anyone else in the realms, his tone would have been considered plaintive.

***

Loki took Thor's hand as they followed Odin and Frigga across the bridge and back toward the palace. "Father never stays long," she said with a little sigh. "It must be so difficult to see me this way."

"It cannot be easy for him," Thor said, rubbing his thumb over the back of Loki's hand. "All parents lose their children to an extent when they marry, I think, but you're no longer even recognisable as his, and you will never return to the land of your birth. I cannot imagine what that is like, for either of you."

"I miss Father," Loki said. "I do. I think of home, think of everything I had..." She looked out at the palace, at all of Asgard that she could see. "And then I think of this place, and you, and my new friends, and our mother the Queen and the All-Father and I think I am blessed."

"Things are changing," Thor said. "This isn't going to be like what happened to the others like you. You'll still see him... and things will get better between our realms. Just know that you are as welcome here as if you were born among us."

"I do know that, Thor," she said, "believe me, I do. I know that the assassination attempt was very real, and very serious, and we will probably have to be wary for some time--but I also know that with those who truly matter, I have been made very welcome."

"There are also people out there who hate me and wish I were dead," Thor said. "I don't have to tell you that it is part of being in power. We will always have to be careful. But we will not let that stop us from doing what is right."

"We will shape and create and define the future," Loki said with a smile, confident and determined. She looked up at Thor. "Together."

"Together," Thor agreed. "But not tonight. For tonight, I think that we have done enough for the future of both of our people."

"Tonight, I think I would like to have you all to myself, rather than share you with the future," Loki said.

"I agree," Thor said, looking ahead, then back to Loki. She saw his impatience. "I suppose it would be inappropriate to run."

***

Loki shed both the dress and the female form almost as soon as they were in Thor's room. He stretched, right up onto his toes, and wandered naked to Thor's bed. He sat down on the edge, smiled, and held out his hand.

"I think that went very, very well, don't you?" Thor stripped out of his own clothes and took Loki's hand, drawing himself in closer.

"Oh, yes," said Loki, "I think it went very well." He leaned in and pressed a kiss low on Thor's belly.

"And as we were saying... tonight, we don't have anything to worry about but each other," Thor said, fingers pushing in through Loki's hair as he groaned softly.

"Nothing at all," Loki agreed. He ran his hands up the backs of Thor's thighs. "Nothing to do but learn more about each other."

"I think I've been learning a lot lately," Thor said, voice already rough. "Have you been doing more reading?"

"Mmhmm. Putting my excellent imagination to good use." Loki pressed kisses to Thor's hip, then across to the other. "There have been days that this is all I can think of. It's all I can do to sit still."

"Have I mentioned how much I love your imagination?" Thor asked, tugging lightly on Loki's hair, head tilted back for a moment.

"You could stand to mention it more often, my love." Loki trailed his tongue over Thor's rapidly hardening length.

"I love it," Thor gasped, looking down again as he watched Loki's tongue. "I'm always wondering what it is you'll have to show me the next time we are together... just thinking about your wicked mind arouses me."

Loki looked up at Thor, through lowered lashes, gave a naughty smile, and opened his mouth for Thor's cock. Both hands slid up higher to Thor's hips. Thor whispered his name and pushed forward slowly; his cock disappeared into Loki's mouth and Loki closed his eyes--but only for a moment. He wanted to watch Thor. He moaned around Thor's cock as it moved over his tongue and gave his hips another squeeze. Thor pushed forward over and over again.

And just when Loki knew Thor was getting closer and closer, he pulled away--it hadn't taken long for him to learn when Thor was close to his release. Just a few nights. He flicked his tongue over the head of Thor's cock and looked up at him. "Tonight, Thor. Please--I want you to take me. I want you inside me tonight, finally."

Thor panted for breath. "Loki... Loki." He moaned, eyes closed, fighting for control. "Yes," he whispered.

"Perfect." Loki got to his feet and leaned in and up to kiss Thor. "I have ached for this for so long now."

Thor pushed his hand into Loki's hair and extended the kiss, breathing hard when he pulled back. "I have owed this to you for some time, and I am more than ready to fulfill my side things," he murmured against Loki's lips.

"Oh, I certainly hope so." Loki brushed his fingers over Thor's mouth, then pulled back and crawled onto the bed. He made sure that Thor could get a very, very good look at what he had to offer.

Thor groaned again as he watched Loki. "If you keep moving like that, we may end up with more of a delay than you would wish," he said, voice low.

Loki smiled. Still on his knees, he stretched out an arm and lifted the little vial of oil that they had started keeping by the bed. He'd had Thor's tongue and Thor's fingers inside him. There were things to be said about taking their time to really learn each other's bodies...

But now Loki was ready. He was tired of being patient. He wanted Thor to take him.

Thor moved up onto the bed behind Loki and took the oil from his fingers. "You are so beautiful," he whispered. He slid his hand up from the small of Loki's back to his neck, then gently pushed his head down toward the bed. "Up--lift up for me," Thor murmured. The touch felt deeply intimate. Loki bit his lip and lowered his torso to the bed and lifted his hips for Thor.

"Promise me that you'll let me go slow and take my time," Thor murmured. "Promise me, Loki."

"I promise, Thor." Loki felt the oil drip down along his crease, gasped softly, and shifted his hips. "We'll take our time. There's no hurry."

"None at all," Thor said, dragging one finger down Loki's crease through the oil. He followed it with his tongue. Loki whimpered and almost dropped down onto the bed. When Loki cursed at him, Thor nipped gently at Loki's ass in response, then licked at the bite as he started easing one slick finger inside.

The moan that Loki let out sounded like it had started at the bottoms of his feet. He shook a little, all over, and moved against Thor's finger. He had waited so long--and he had to remind himself that he had waited this long and he could afford to wait a little longer.

They had forever together.

"You are so tight... I can barely move my finger inside you, your body is so tight," Thor whispered, leaning over to kiss the small of Loki's back. "Breathe. Relax."

Loki whimpered. "I'm trying..." He was so, so eager and had looked forward to this for so long that the very anticipation of it all had his entire body tense. He took a deep breath. It didn't help. He gasped when Thor eased his finger back. Had he done something wrong?

"Shh... I'm not stopping," Thor promised, before Loki could protest. "I just need to relax you a little more. Turn over."

Loki actually whimpered again, this time at the lack of contact, but he did roll over onto his back. He spread his legs wide. "With all your newfound confidence, one would think you had done this before, you know."

Thor laughed softly, leaning down and licking a stripe up the length of Loki's cock. "We have been doing a lot of practicing for this," he pointed out.

Loki couldn't respond. Thor's tongue was doing things to him. He spread his legs wider. Thor pushed a finger inside Loki's body again as he lowered his mouth over the head of Loki's cock and hummed.

Oh, this was a good idea. A very good idea. Anyone who said that Thor wasn't clever needed to be flogged, because Thor was infinitely clever. Loki moaned and had to force himself to keep from thrusting up into Thor's mouth, even as Thor's finger moved in and out of his body. Loki wanted so very badly that there was no way he could hold on for long. Of course, he seldom did with Thor; with his own hand, he could still make it last, but never with Thor. At least not yet. He reached down to push his fingers into Thor's hair and let out a ragged moan.

It was all the warning he could give.

Thor still wasn't very good at swallowing, but it didn't stop him from trying--warning or no warning, he didn't back off. He just eased in another finger and took Loki as deep as he could, swallowing hard.

Now Loki was boneless and very content, sprawled out on the bed, moaning softly to himself. At that moment, Thor could do almost anything to him and Loki would be more than okay with it.

Thor finally lifted his head, come smeared across his lips and chin, panting for breath as he looked down at Loki. "Much more relaxed," he said.

"Oh, Thor, your fingers... please, move your fingers," Loki said, breathless. "Please?"

Thor laughed softly, doing as he was told and starting to move his hand again. "I was trying to be gentle... to let you rest," he teased. "I forget how insatiable you are."

"You would also be insatiable if you had been married to you and unable to have you," Loki said. He lifted his hips a little higher.

"I will take your word for it," Thor said. He reached for the oil. He pulled his fingers almost all the way out, drizzled the oil over them, then pushed them back in, quicker than he'd intended.

Loki gave a soft cry. He bit down hard on his lip. "Thor..."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, my hand slipped," Thor murmured. He leaned down and kissed Loki, his lips still sticky with Loki's release. He kept his hand still, thumb moving up and rubbing the place directly behind Loki's balls.

Loki stroked Thor's cheek. "I'm... I'm all right, Thor, oh, please don't stop doing that, it feels so good." He couldn't stop moving his hips. He needed more. More. Everything. He closed his eyes and moaned, low and deep and almost purring, as he moved languidly on the bed, legs spread wide for Thor. For when Thor was ready to take him.

It was a long, long time before Thor added in another finger. They both wanted this, but after everything... Loki understood why Thor wanted to take his time. He still felt he had much to make up for, so Loki would be patient. For a time, at least, as Thor worked his fingers inside him and leaned down, licked at Loki's cock again, sucked lightly, moaned against the skin.

"Take me, Thor." Loki stroked Thor's hair, then gave a little tug. "Please, love, please take me now."

"Like this?" Thor asked. He groaned at the tug to his hair, nuzzled against Loki's stomach. "Back on your knees? How do you want this, Loki?"

"On my knees first," Loki murmured. He was still very relaxed, despite the fact that Thor's fingers inside him were fanning the flames of his desire again--a little laugh bubbled up in his throat. Oh, that was like something out of one of those poems he liked to read so much.

"On your knees," Thor agreed, nodded, then leaned forward. "A kiss first," he whispered, brushing Loki's lips with his, then taking it deeper.

The whole time, he kept moving his hand and twisted his fingers inside Loki's body.

The whole time, Loki had trouble concentrating on the kiss itself, because he kept moaning and working his hips against Thor's fingers. And despite being filled as he was, he felt empty--he needed more.

Thor pulled back finally, eyes dark. Loki's breath caught in his throat as he looked up at him. "Please, Loki," Thor murmured. He eased his fingers back and away, reached for the oil with a shaking hand so he could slick his cock.

Loki groaned. He rolled over onto his belly, then pushed his hips up and rested his head on his arms. "Thor, take me. Please!"

Thor swore quietly, moved in between Loki's legs; one hand moved to Loki's hip, the other wrapped around the base of his own cock. "Breathe," he said, voice low and firm.

Breathe. Just the tip of Thor's cock started to push inside Loki's body. Loki took a deep, shuddering breath, then let it out. Breathe. They'd talked so much; Loki had read so much; they were as prepared for this as they could be, and yet--nothing could have prepared Loki for the way it felt when Thor's cock began to push inside him.

He had been made for this. The universe had created him for Thor.

There was no comparison. No hand, no mouth, no anything could feel as this felt. Loki could feel that Thor was shaking from the effort of holding back. He took his time and pushed in bit by bit--he refused to rush, and Loki didn't rush him.

They'd both earned this moment.

Loki whimpered. He held very still. He waited, patiently, as Thor pushed deeper and deeper inside him.

Finally.

Thor sighed when he was as deep as he could get, resting his body against Loki's. His lips brushing the back of Loki's neck. "I love you," he whispered.

Loki shivered all over; pleasure from Thor's kiss, pleasure from Thor's words. "I love you," he whispered back. "I can feel you. Inside me. All the way inside me."

"You fit me so well," Thor murmured, rubbing his cheek against Loki's shoulder, moving just a little inside him. "Perfectly."

"Yes. Yes, perfectly," Loki agreed. He gasped when Thor moved inside him; tensed around him; pulled a groan from Thor. Thor pushed forward again. Another gasp; once again, Loki's body tensed around Thor's cock.

And now Thor couldn't stop moving. "So good... you feel so good," Thor rasped out, hands braced on either side of Loki's body. He rocked into him over and over again, and Loki closed his eyes and moaned with each thrust of Thor's hips.

This was worth the wait. Loki was so glad he had waited; that he had been patient; that Thor loved him.

Thor loved him. Desired him. There was passion between them.

They could--and would--do this again, but never again could Loki feel what he did right now. The very first time with Thor inside him, taking him, pushing into him over and over again. Loki knew, logically, it was perhaps foolish and sentimental to make such a moment so very special, but he never wanted to forget. He never could--Thor was his now, all his, and he'd never let go.

It wasn't perfect by any stretch--Thor kept getting distracted and falling out of rhythm, and at least twice he lost his balance and just barely kept himself from sending them both crashing down to the mattress. And not once did Loki complain about the imperfections--in fact, they were just part of what made this so special. He just loved every moment that he had alone with Thor, now that he had them.

What was perfect was the connection, the feeling that finally, finally, they were together in all ways.

"Loki... Loki," Thor gasped, fingers clenched in the bedsheets. "I can't...I'm going to..."

"Yes, Thor," Loki said, "yes, let go for me. I want you to... please."

Thor made a low, needy sound, rutted desperately into Loki's body for a few long moments before he went abruptly still, crying out Loki's name as he came inside him.

The quickened pace of Thor's hips, the harder thrusts, and his voice when he spilled his seed into Loki's body all made Loki's desire rise to a crescendo of its own. Even as Thor stilled, his sweat-slick body pressed tightly against Loki's, Loki reached down to touch himself, fingers curled around his cock as he stroked himself to completion a second time.

Loki arched his back, pressed himself tighter against Thor's chest, and a few breathless moments later, relaxed. He breathed out a sweet sigh and let himself fall down onto the bed, eyes closed--and a smile on his face.

Thor moved when Loki moved, cheek against Loki's shoulder, barely able to keep enough of his weight off of Loki's body so that he could breathe.

"I love you, Thor," Loki mumbled, sounding sleepy.

"I love you," Thor murmured back. "I should move, but I don't want to. Perhaps ever."

"I'm going to start insisting, Thor."

"Mmm... I suppose being able to breathe would be good," Thor sighed, groaning as he eased off of Loki's body. He collapsed beside him.

Loki let himself be pulled in against Thor's body, and he rested his head on Thor's shoulder and closed his eyes. "Thor. That was...." He sighed again.

"Right," Thor said, stroking his hair. "It was right."

"Yes, it was." Loki laughed softly and held Thor a bit tighter. "My entire world seems to have fallen into place."

"It has, hasn't it? You are still Asgard's princess, and my prince," Thor said, brushing Loki's hair back. "My love," he added softly.

For a moment, Loki held his breath, for fear that this wasn't real. He squeezed his eyes shut; this could not be a dream. The universe could not be so cruel to him--he could not have done anything to deserve it. And when he opened his eyes, he was still in Thor's arms, and everything in his world was where it should be.

The end.