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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor
  Character:
      Loki, Thor
  Additional Tags:
      Throne_Sex, Anal_Sex, Rimming, Arranged_Marriage, Non-Linear_Narrative,
      Illusions
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-06 Words: 2153
****** The Truth of Ruling ******
by needleyecandy
Summary
     The people have little love for Thor's unbonded consort, Loki. They
     want to see the marriage annulled and Loki sent away before the
     solemnization and subsequent consummation can take place.
     Neither Thor nor Loki have any plans to allow anything of the sort,
     and the people need to know it.
     Thor's coronation ceremony would have been the perfect time, but
     there's always tomorrow.
Notes
     Hopping on the deleted scene bandwagon! I made a couple changes to
     the scene but they were entirely in the service of smut.
"Tell me, what thought you?"
"What thought I? I confess myself amazed that you care to know what it was I
thought. The great and glorious king."
"Come now, Loki, don't be that way. Tell me," Thor said. He caught up a lock of
Loki's hair from where it was strewn across the pillow and gave it a playful
tug. It was a gesture of long affection, not only on the part of Thor, as might
be expected, but on Loki's, as well. Indeed, the people often watched, curious,
when Thor would pull Loki's hair, expecting a show of annoyance to flare
against their golden prince. Those who knew the royal family knew better, knew
that goading Loki into a fight was sometimes the only way that the young Thor
could distract his new-wedded consort from tears.
It was nearly too late when Asgard had learned of the famine that raged across
Jotunheim; their icen cousins were proud and would not ask for aid. Nor would
they accept it, when Odin learned the dread news. What they would accept was an
early marriage for their children, promised to one another even before Loki's
birth. An early marriage and a bride price far too high for a third son, but
one that bought food enough for their people.
Refusing to allow even the face of charity, Farbauti insisted that Loki's place
was at his husband's side, his destiny no matter when they wed. He would take
no money from the realm eternal unless they took what had become theirs in
return.
Loki rolled over to gaze at Thor before he answered. "Very well. I thought
it... subtle, for you. Sedate."
"Subtle? Sedate?" Thor laughed. "The throne room filled with every Aesir who
could fit inside, to watch me crowned. Their cheers were deafening as I showed
my might, they wept and screamed with joy as I took my throne. What more could
have been done to better the spectacle?"
Loki's lips quirked as he rose from the bed. The king's bed. Thor's bed, now,
what had been the bed of his parents just that morning. "I will show you. Lend
me your cape."
When Loki came to Asgard, he was so young he was still in toddling dresses.
After the ceremony, when his parents and their court left him alone in a
foreign realm, he cried. Frigga would hold him, and fail. Odin would give him a
toy, and fail. Thor, wondering why Loki wept when he could play, would tug his
hair to distract him and took all the resulting little blows with good grace,
and he would win.
Thor could always make Loki happy. Always gave him what he wanted.
"Not while you're dripping like that, I won't," Thor said, holding his cape
high overhead.
Loki rolled his eyes at that, but a twist of his fingers had him clean where he
had been slick. He held out his hand and took the cape that Thor now offered.
He put it on with a flourishing whirl of velvet and looked in the mirror. Yes,
it so nearly suited him. Nearly...
...yes. All it needed was to replace those stiff pieces of leather that made it
flare over Thor's broad shoulders. Loki's own, narrower, were better suited to
a more luxurious enhancement. The gray fur curled about his neck and spilled
down over his arms.
"Now I shall be crowned king, and you shall be my consort," Loki said, and
around them sprang up the throne room. Odin sat high above them, and as Thor
stood to the side and watched, Loki strode through the great masses of people.
The red cloth swirled behind him as he walked. When he reached the foot of the
dais, he knelt and lowered his helmet.
They knelt there together, Thor by himself and Laufey with Loki, carefully
lowering his chubby little body to kneeling. Odin asked questions. Thor
answered as he had been taught. Loki answered yes or no as prompted by his
mother. It had been agreed to divide the ceremony into two parts; today it was
the vows alone that were made, while they were so young. A ring was put into
Loki's hand and Laufey held it up for Thor to slip his finger through. Thor put
another onto Loki's finger and kissed Loki's cheek.
After the ceremony, their rings were put in the Treasure Chambers, safely away
from childish mouths. Their chambers were kept separate, awaiting the final
ceremony of their wedding, the last required rite before consummation,
postponed until adulthood. Child marriages had been abandoned so long ago, no
one quite knew how to treat Loki, so he was raised next to Thor like a brother.
The potential complications that might result were deemed of less importance
than the two boys becoming friends.
Those anticipated complications did not ensue.
Odin spoke the words and Loki rose and strode up the steps, kneeling again when
he reached the top. Odin placed the crown on his head and descended down to
Frigga's side. He joined in the cheering as Loki raised his hand to catch
Mjolnir and wield her in glory. He hefted her once, twice, and a third time
before setting her aside and reaching a hand for Thor.
"Come to me now," Loki said, his voice commanding.
"Come to me tonight," Thor whispered as they parted in their hallway. "After
the guards have taken their night posts, no one will see. I'm tired of waiting.
Aren't you tired of waiting?"
"I'm sick of it. Wait up for me, I will come." For all his bravado, Thor was so
gentle with him, that first time. He took the whole night, determined to make
up for every hurried hand job they had shared in dark corners and stolen
moments. He gave hours to kissing every inch of Loki's skin, until Loki's body
was trembling with desire. When he finally rolled Loki onto his stomach and
began to coax open the tight muscle, it was with his tongue, hot and wet and
relentless in its very patience. He didn't stop until Loki was begging.
"Please, Thor, I want it. Give me everything," Loki said.
Thor did as he was told, glancing down at his body as his ceremonial armor
reappeared. Loki still wore the cape alone. The fur was thick upon him and Thor
wanted to sink his fingers into it.
Loki efficiently released the clasps that held Thor's armor together and freed
his trousers to fall to the floor.
Thor smirked at him as the crowd gave a shocked gasp before falling silent.
"'This is utterly against the law,' I believe you would say about now, had we
done this today," he teased.
When Loki was fourteen, he had been given new tutors. Frigga spoke to him when
he protested. "I love Thor dearly, but you know what he is, Loki. He is
arrogant and restless, and while he has a right to be both of those things,
they make him dangerous. It will be your task as consort to dissuade him from
the worst of his excesses with no recognition beyond that given by queens to
queens. And it must be done well."
The people began to turn against Loki two years after that. The shift in
attitude came as a series of random attacks were carried out by a string of
giants against Asgard. The fact that these were loudly condemned by the Jotun
royal house, who offered full assistance in identifying the culprits, meant
little. People began to remember the high bride price paid for Loki, and to
clamor for an annulment of the marriage and a return of the gold. After all,
the last of the wedding ceremonies had not yet taken place. The fact that Thor
and Loki had become lovers though they had not yet solemnized their joining was
kept suitably quiet.
"The king is the law," breathed Loki. "I am the law, and I am Asgard, and the
sooner they learn that Thor is power, the happier for them. This is not the
reign of a hesitant old man, this king is a king and he is lust for glory and
he is lust for war and he is lust for lust itself."
Odin was cautious. "We shall make no move while Thor is new-crowned," he had
declared. "Once the new king has proven himself, and Loki has proven his
loyalty, we shall be able to order the rite."
Odin heard only those whispers he was meant to hear. There were more, whispers
for the ears of Loki alone. 'He is trying to destroy us all' and 'he wants the
throne for Jotunheim' were only the first, and the kindest. 'He is trying to
turn the head of the Prince' and 'he is Thor's weakness' followed, and then 'he
makes Thor weak.' The people still loved Thor - it was impossible not to love
Thor - but they lacked respect. They lacked fear. Odin had been both feared and
loved, once, in his prime. It was Loki's task to give Thor the same. Or better.
"Over the side of my throne," Loki said.
Thor's smile had fallen away, replaced by something raw and heated. He bent
forwards, his elbows braced on the seat where he himself had been crowned mere
hours ago. Loki readied him with the blink of an eye and brought his cock into
place, rubbing it around to tease as Thor moaned and begged for it.
"Please, Thor, I can't take this - you have to, please-" Loki gasped as Thor
rubbed his cock around Loki's wet, slack hole. Thor gave one last teasing
circle before thrusting in, making them one. Patience fell away before the feel
of it, the unspeakable perfection of their bodies no longer separate.
"Yes! Oh, Thor, don't stop. Don't stop."
A voice cried out from among the people, shattering the crystalline silence.
"Stop! It has not be solemnized."
"The king is the law," Loki repeated, loud this time, his voice echoing through
the hall. "I am the law and so I cannot break it." He turned his gaze back to
Thor, gave his ass a possessive slap, and claimed it. The crowd gasped as one
to witness the violation, the desecration of the throne and the ancient rites
that had taken on an air of sacredness though they themselves were gods. Loki
had already turned away from them uncaring, focused instead on giving Thor the
sort of fucking that could never be mistaken for a first time.
That first time their climaxes had hit with dizzying intensity. Thor had fucked
ruthlessly, long deep strokes that he tried each time to make longer, deeper,
until Loki was biting the pillow to keep from screaming his pleasure. They had
burned for this so long, and both came quickly, Loki painting Thor's hand white
just as he was filled with hot, thick seed.
The illusion subsided as Loki spilled into him, until Thor was bent over the
side of the bed, the endless rows of citizens replaced by tapestry-covered
walls.
"That is what I would have had you do," Loki told him.
Thor looked back, over his shoulder. His eyes were glazed. "You would have me
fuck you in front of thousands, before our marriage is solemnized? How can you
ask me to shame you thus?"
"It will be your task to strengthen his power, to build him into something not
even Odin has been. And you must do it while seeming no more than a pretty
bauble on his arm. The less power they see, the more you will have. Both of
you, strengthened together."
"They must learn that you are not your father, that your rule will be yours
unbowed by their desires. And they must know from the start that I am yours
irrevocably." Loki tugged at Thor's arm, pulling him back into the warm bed.
Loki could see on Thor's face that he didn't like it. He did not like making
public what had been theirs alone, and he did not like the shame that would
befall Loki for being taken before the final rites, nor the foul fact that Loki
would take all the shame and he none. He disliked the people's dislike of his
husband. But - and this was what Loki had relied upon - he even more disliked
the thought of being mistaken for his father.
The feast after the wedding was a raucous affair. The Jotuns ate voraciously,
the Aesir drank lustily. Thor filled a plate with all his favorite things for
Loki to eat; though he was young, he understood that Loki was his
responsibility, that he must always do right by him. The pile of savories and
sweets was his childishly affectionate start. As he grew, he would learn it was
not always so easy.
Thor met his eyes. "Dress lightly for the feast tomorrow."
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