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  Relationship:
      Gabriel/Lucifer/Michael_(Supernatural)
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      Michael_(Supernatural), Lucifer_(Supernatural), Gabriel_(Supernatural)
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      Published: 2015-04-10 Words: 5844
****** We Once Were Three ******
by littlemisskiara
Summary
     What happens when Alpha, Beta, and Omega brothers and true mates
     Lucifer, Michael, and Gabriel reunite? Smut and fluff.
Notes
     This story; like Soft Spoken, uses different gender pronouns:
     LOKI: because Loki is both Submissive AND an Omega – hence a bearer –
     in this their gender-pronouns is she/her/hers
     OMEGA
     SUBMISSIVE BEARERS:
     Näraleia
     She; she laughed; I called her; her eyes gleam; that is hers; she
     likes herself
     THOR:
     ALPHA
     DOMINANT SIRES:
     Ägardravec
     He; He laughed; I called him; his eyes gleam; that is his; he likes
     himself
     BALDR:
     BETA
     SUB/DOM SIRES:
     Tryggvaar
     SUB/DOMS:
     Ze (or zie) and zir; ze laughed; I called zir; zir eyes gleam; that
     is zirs; ze likes zirself.
     Also
     DELTA
     DOMINANT BEARERS:
     Bezitprae
     Spivak; ey laughed; I called em; eir eyes gleam; that is eirs; ey
     likes emself
     If I continue with this story then there are others in the ABO
     spectrum, such as Delta.
     Oh and also, even if someone is, for example, an omega it doesn't
     automatically make them submissive. These are just the designation
     preferred by the characters. :)
See the end of the work for more notes
I can't stop crying. I haven't cried in. So. Long.
The last time I cried, I cried for three months straight, then nothing . . .
for years. And now . . . now I just can't stop the tears from welling.
===============================================================================
We were separated after only a decade of life, us all. Torn from our flesh, our
mirrors, and our wholeselves when finally we were . . . categorized.
My blood betrayed me just before our eleventh birthday, the heat in my skin
rose and my pussy split, leaking slick; told them I was an Omega.
I wasn't alone, in the courtyard, wrestling with them. My mates. My brothers.
Baldr's body didn't respond to the smell, my heat, not like a pure dominant's
would've, simply responded in the affirmative, leaned down to nuzzle at my neck
contentedly, zir reaction mulling that ze was a neutral Beta.
Meanwhile, – and I laugh in remembrance every time – Thor's body exploded in
excitement, pouncing on me, pushing an amused Baldr away to watch as he
attacked my neck and rutted against my open cunt hidden beneath too many folds
of fabric, his blood demanding Alpha,mate and My omega.
Since that day, whenever I think of my eldest twin I remember the pure,
unadulterated joy that split his face when he came to his senses, when he
realized. He'd grinned victoriously and howled in elation, not just because he
was an Alpha, but because we were mates.
And I was so happy too, because he was my alpha. And Baldr was our beta.
He had scooped Baldr and I into his arms then, after realizing he'd pushed our
quiet brother away, and I had kissed his cheek, reveled in his touch and scent,
which I was only just starting to take note of. My body was responding to his
newly forming pheromones.
The omega inside betraying me as slick continued a steady drip from my
splitting sex, not yet open enough for entrance, but straining so hard to get
there. (Perks of presenting early.)
That day was the beginning of our presentations, though we wouldn't go into rut
and heat for another few weeks – we knew that much about our own biology.
When Thor had looked at me, he had beamed with pride and happiness.
They were nuzzling and curling around me then, always the smallest and weakest,
now the confirmed omega, when the elders converged on us.
They gripped our clothes, clawed at us, tore us apart and I remember whining
pitifully as I pawed for my mates, I remember Thor thrashing trying to get to
me, and Baldr . . . Baldr's voice was almost weak with confusion as ze asked
what was happening.
And then they told us to pack, my heart stopped.
Thor stilled, open-mouthed and wide-eyed.
Baldr was a statue, staring at eldest like he didn't understand.
But ze did.
In our joy we'd forgotten the separation of sexes.
Bearers – Breeders – and Sirers were separated once presentation came.
Thor looked at me then, eyes wet, and he snarled, he threw himself at them and
fought with everything in him. The hands holding me were too strong, I knew, I
had no chance. I didn't notice the tears or the sobbing heaves of my chest till
after my mates were gone, dragged away back into the castle, away from me. I
didn't notice till there was only one sound in the courtyard, the wails falling
from my lips like knifes slicing through skin, hiding me. The hands didn't stop
me when my body turned leaden and I collapsed to the ground in a heap.
The happiness and joy that had overcome me was gone, dead.
It never has returned. Not even for a moment.
I haven't seen my brothers in five years.
I haven't cried since three months after our separation that day; when Naomi
(Morrigan) beat the remaining tears right out of me with her cane on my naked
bottom.
I could handle the separation, when I believed we'd be allowed to reunite one
day. But I've been proven so wrong now and it hurts.
It burns.
===============================================================================
As if the first separation didn't burn enough, we were renamed when our
presentations set.
I do not know what names my brothers were christened with. Not knowing hurts,
daily, every time I am called by my new name, because I know that just as I do
not know their's, they don't know mine.
Gabriel.
I gained the name Gabriel. Because of my first sex.
Many call me Gabriella. Because of my second.
I knew that their names wouldn't be from our culture, our lore, but of the
reigning language and rites. Before the Overthrow, we would have never been
separated.
But our lands are no longer our own.
The only family I've been allowed round the clock, besides our guardians and
elders, is, oddly enough, Laufey. In our homes, out of the eyes of their
clergy, we still use the names given us at birth. Laufey's christened name is
Jesse. She's the only other Omega Blood in this generation besides myself. I
suppose that was a blessing in disguise. Laufey is the most alpha Omega I've
ever met, and she's the most protective of me outside of my siblings that I'll
ever get.
Ironic and lucky, I guess.
I am named for the god of fire and mischief.
L o k i.
Laufey and Lady Maps say this is unbefitting.
Lady Maps' real name is not, in fact, Lady Maps. And it is not eir christened
name, either, that is Pamela. Eir real name is, rightfully, Lady Dall, Delta
twin sister of Lord Heim, christened Viktor, an Eta. Ey watches over the Bloods
from Zeta to Omega – when there are actual Inbetweens to reside over. Lord Heim
resides over the Bloods from Alpha to Delta.
They were named for the guard of the Bifrost in our lore, Heimdall, whom was
watcher to the gods.
I am the wolf of Fire.
I am mate of Thunder and Light.
In lore, I kill the god Baldur by tricking their brother, blind Hoor, into
throwing a spear of mistletoe through his heart.
If I even think about the implications of such an act upon my own Baldr . . . I
cannot stomach such a thought.
I can barely think of zir without wanting to tear out my heart and beat it with
a switch, perhaps shoot the mistletoe through it, instead. I try not to think
of my brothers, my mates, it makes it hard to breathe.
I spend every day in a constant state of suffocation.
===============================================================================
My time is up.
They've set a date for my mating ceremony.
I've been crying for a month since the announcement.
My lungs have been deprived of air through the entirety of my sobs.
A week till any hope of being with my mates forever dies.
I don't think I'll survive.
I refuse.
===============================================================================
Thor was going to kill someone, Baldr was sure of it.
They'd received word from Lady Dall via Lord Heim that their Omega was due to
be mated in a ceremony set at the end of the week and Thor was furious.
Rightfully so.
The second the news had left Lord Heim's lips Thor had snarled like a tiger,
ready to attack. Only Odin and Orin's hands had been what stopped Thor from
ripping into their keeper. Their guardian who cared for them and had told them
despite being ordered never to divulge any information concerning the other
house.
Their guardians were good to them.
And Thor knew it.
But in the face of Loki being mated off? Well, all clear thought left the
building.
Unfortunately, one of the clerical elders had heard the slight scuffle and come
to check on them, finding Thor in Orin and Odin's grip – including headlock.
“Deacon and Samuel, release Lucifer! Now!” They'd shouted and the brothers let
go of him instantly.
They're all scowling at the clerical elder, Sherial, Baldr thinks they're
called. Not for their interruption, persé, but by the gods, those names.
After five years, they've grown used to their forced-upon monikers.
Doesn't mean they'd choose them if they could.
They were who they were, names weren't going to magically change their beliefs.
Thor especially despised his christening.
Lucifer.
The first fallen angel.
Wow.
They'd given him that name because Lucifer was the Light-Bringer. The brightest
of the angels and stars, the first son. They thought it worked with Thor, the
god of lightning.
Not all of their christenings were so . . . carefully chosen.
Odin's name, Deacon, no one knows but the christener why that name was chosen.
Same with Orin's, Samuel.
And Baldr's. Why Michael?
===============================================================================
Lady Maps stopped my crying for an instant.
Ey broke the rules for me the day after my ceremony was announced.
Lucifer and Michael.
Thor and Baldr's christened names.
A small sanctuary. Knowledge, is.
But not enough.
The tears return as I imagine others able to call them by those names, yet I am
unable. I will never hear them call me Gabriel and I will never hear them call
me Loki, both names on their lips are lost to me. And I will never be able to
call their christened names and birth names to them in ecstasy or in innocence.
The thought makes me jolt in realization.
I will bear another's young.
And from there the tears are impossible to stop.
===============================================================================
“What happened?” The question is not a question. I and he both know that.
Thor . . . Lucifer . . . Luci mulls over words and thoughts aloud sometimes. He
stares out into the distance, in his own headspace, a space well-lived in by
Loki . . . whatever her name may be now, she will always be Loki to us. Lord
Heim has naught revealed us her Christened. Christens that we've come to
begrudgingly know ourselves by. Each of us now basically two people, split in
half.
Empty vessels within ourselves.
I'm unsure if knowing my lost mate's new name would help.
Probably not, it'd probably make the wound throb even fatter. Harder. Pulse and
pull and engulf us. I and my dissatisfied alpha. Our alpha. Loki's and mine.
All-father, but he will never be ours.
Not anymore.
It's been eight hours since Lord Heim told us the news of our brother's . . .
ouromega's upcoming mate-ceremony.
Eight hours since my world went shatter!
After cleric Sherial barged in and broke into Luci's rage, told Dean and Sam
(the two seemed to embrace their Christens quicker than the rest of us since
their new names were not almost identical like their birth ones, nor as Odin's
son confusable) to release him, he'd been half-a-life.
Dragging himself to and fro.
Barely speaking except as if to a ghost.
It makes my body heavy with worry and fear. My mate's sad, my alpha's hurt. But
I can't calm him with my scent. I can't engulf him in myself and ingrain into
his every fiber any more than I already have. I can't fill the gap left where
Loki was torn from our life, our mating. Nor can he fill the gap in myself.
I cannot even open myself to him as an omega can.
Can only wrap my arms around him, tug his skin to ecstasy, and kiss his lips
plump. Nothing more. Nothing invasive.
All that Loki was made for.
Luci, Thor was made for us and he's the most patient Alpha. But there was
supposed to be three of us. There is three of us.
But we aren't whole.
“We have to go.” There's a shift in his tone that has my ears perking, peaking,
alert and ready now. It's an order. A vindication and a promise. To me and to
someone else. To the someone else alive in his headspace.
I smile, a small thing that I hope is enough.
The handle in my hand, the sword arest on my hip, is steady and real, a calming
weight to my nerves. Whatever Lucifer has planned, I'm behind him.
===============================================================================
We were important once.
The Bloods.
Before the clerics came with their scripture and Book and chants and condemned
them. Called us wrong and heathens and stole our families.
They separated us from our subjects, made us students to their ways so that our
people would follow in our path.
I never saw our mother and father step outside the castle walls.
Prisoners in their own home.
A place that was once called, well, translated as Heaven.
Now more a hell with a gate to keep us in.
The demons condemned.
I remember when they came to the castle for the first time. We were only five
years old at the time. Half my life before they separated us.
They'd come because of growing distress, they'd been watching us for
generations. Keeping count and track of birth number and presentations.
They came and corralled us.
The last four lines of The Bloods.
Families with a special characteristic unseen elsewhere.
A characteristic that the church found disastrous and blasphemous against
genesis.
But really, we're important.
The children of Asgard, not Adam.
In The Bloods none are born single. All have a twin. Every. Single. One of us.
If one of us is alone, it means that our twin did not make it to this life,
that their souls flew away and their corpse remained. But they were there, in
the mother's womb.
But that's not what concerned the church the most.
What concerned them was the twins such as Baldr, Loki, and I.
Multiples each with a different presentation.
Multiples with none in the same hierarchy. Even designations lost to all other
bloodlines. The lost presentations are rare, and that's what had called them to
us. In ours' and the generation before us the lost were common.
Our generation being the most concerning within the last thousand years.
Unheard of outside of The Bloods.
Blasphemous.
Black magic.
Even the Blood-heads were heard to be worried, but they would have never told.
Never divulged any Blood secrets to the clergy.
Still, after near twelve years, it's a mystery who did.
===============================================================================
When they came they imposed new rules. Including no mating within the family.
Sibling mates, one alpha and one omega, were for long-lived known to produce
the most fertile of offspring. An odd side-effect, since the pairing is rare
enough in siblings.
The church made it illegal.
They forbade all further mate-bonding between siblings, tore bearers from their
sire siblings just to make sure. That's how we came to be separated. The
watchers knew just as us that we were mates; triplets.
Sacrilege.
===============================================================================
A two week trek.
I mapped it out.
The way to our brother. Our mate. Our Loki.
A two week trek.
We don't have two weeks.
By weeks end our omega will be tied on another Alpha's knot. The thought makes
a snarl erupt from my throat, chest aching in rumble and teeth bared for blood.
A reaction not much seen in neutrals as myself.
On Thor's Day – Feria Quinta in liturgical – Loki'll be bartered off.
Five full days from now, Saturn's Day – Sabbatum, it'll be out of our hands.
I refuse.
Whatever Thor has planned, I'll be behind him, sword at the ready for my Omega
and throat bared to my Alpha.
===============================================================================
Remember when Baldr said Thor was going to kill someone?
Well, Thor was going to kill them.
Lucifer was falling.
Quite literally over the cliff side.
At the bottom of the cliff is a deep river of calm current. Taking the road
around – the safe road around – would take two days each way, whereas, the
thundergod sussed out that jumping down from their side and ascending on the
bank where many peasants launder then hiking their winding trail directly up
the opposite cliff-face is faster.
Will get them to their Omega quicker.
That's all that matters.
And Baldr doesn't object, simply jumps after his Alpha.
===============================================================================
I want to scream.
I need to scream.
But if I scream I will be gagged and whipped.
I will not scream.
I sit peacefully in the dining hall, opposite my soon-to-be mate –mynot-mate –
and smile cordially. I know how to play the game.
I know I need to be nice.
But all I want is to go back and curl into my bed and cry till my tears have
made the river Gjöll, till my body is devoid of water and of life and my feet
are swifting over Gjallarbrú.
I would welcome Hel.
More than I would welcome Azazel.
===============================================================================
When I lay in bed the only thing in my mind is the names I now know were
christened of my brothers.
Lucifer. Thor.
Michael. Baldr.
Each name in time with a heartbeat.
ThorThorThorThorThorThorThorThorLuciferLuciferLuciferThorLucifer . . . Thor.
BaldrBaldrBaldrBaldrBaldrBaldrMichaelMichaelBaldrBaldrMichael . . . Baldr.
Better than counting sheep.
Worse than the big bad wolf.
 
===============================================================================
They hesitate, finally finally laying eyes upon their omega for the first time
in years.
 They made it just in time.
 With only a day to spare.
 They never imagined she'd grow to be . . . this. So different from themselves.
Softer, gentler, petite, alluring.
 Eyes red and fangs elongated, Lucifer rushes at the sleeping omega, Baldr
close behind; wrapping a sack about her head in the same fashion as a bride-
nap.
 Jerking the poor lamb from sleep with a muffled scream, then, not a second
later, sobs join the sound as they haul him upon their shoulders and escape
with their prize.
 Loki kicks and screams and sobs for the entire four miles they haul her. Back
to the clearing where they'd made camp the night before.
 Listening to their brother's wails is wrenching.
 They have to clench their teeth and lock their jaws and fists to keep from
going mad. Her hicoughing nearly breaks them, but they continue, they can't
stop till they're there.
 Then suddenly, they've reached the clearing.
 They're there. They're safe. And it's time.
 Setting her feet down on the grass, keeping her held tight in Baldr's arms,
the rucksack comes off the omega in a swift flick of the wrist.
 “NO!” Loki instantly screams, thrashing in Baldr's strong arms, cheeks soaked
in tears and more swiftly flowing, throat soggy and sobs wet as she wails,
trying with every fiber of her being to escape their hold. “No! Please, no! No,
no!” Seeing her so desperate and panicked and adamantly terrified has Thor
gripping tight her cheeks and holding her still before him, intending for her
to see and recognize him, but her eyes are sealed and she's now clenching her
jaw and those silent sobs are racking her body.
 Thor shakes her head slightly but the movement only cause her jaw to clench
more, blood trickling from her bottom lip.
 Baldr, arms holding their omega's in a firm grip, releases her before wrapping
her tight around the waist, jostling her eyes awide before the fits recover in
full force, pushing and trying desperately to escape till finally Thor's had
enough.
 “LOKI!” The omega stills, eyes snapping up to her alpha's instantly, flashing
omega-gold at the commanding Alpha-Voice. So many emotions flash through those
beautiful green-gold eyes that Thor has to suck in a startled breath when they
land on disbelief and fear and such love that he feels hit with the weight of
it. “Loke?” He asks gently, cupping his brother's cheek.
 Loki's eyes are intent on him, never wavering, lips quivering as those eyes
threaten to shed a different brand of tears now.
 “T-T-Thor?” Instead of answering with words, the alpha places a chaste kiss to
his omega's lips that has the new tears spilling over instantly.
 Loki tries in vain to get those lips to press against her's again, but when
she moves forward her brother is just out of reach. Still her body follows
anyway, being met by a warm anchor around her waist.
 Through slow, happy tears Loki slowly looks down at the arm wrapped round
herself, mouth opening in a stuttering breath as she turns her head so so
slowly to find Baldr watching her with the same love in zir eyes.
 A sob escapes her as she snaps round, burying her face in her beta-mate's neck
and heaving out heavy breaths that rake through the omega's entire body, tears
pooling in the dip between neck and shoulder as the beta wraps zir arms
constrictively around zir mate, scenting her as Thor crowds from the other
side, sandwhiching the omega in warmth and protection and mates.
 The trembling of her body speeds up for a while, incoherent babblings of love
and desire and misses falling from her that her twins soak up, looking over
their omega's shoulder at each other. At some point the trembling dies off,
replaced with the deep breathing of content sleep. They glance at each other as
hands roam over their omega, wiping away the trails of tears and combing
through brown curls and trying to memorize this new body that had formed around
their perfect omega brother . . . not that this new, older body wasn't perfect
because praise odin their omega's body was made for them.
 They just didn't know this body, they didn't know every inch of it as they had
before.
 It'd been years since they laid eyes upon their mate.
Too long.
 Looking over their Omega's shoulder at one another, the elder twins share a
short kiss, the alpha placing a pressure of promise before releasing.
 Baldr, arms still clutching at their twin, rearranges the small omega, laying
her softly on the awaiting pelts beneath them before pulling another from their
pack for a blanket.
 Bracketing their omega in warm arms, they fall asleep.
 
===============================================================================
Loki awakes to warmth surrounding her, wiggling slightly in the comfortable
heat she slowly opens her eyes, finding green eyes so familiar she could cry.
 That one color has the memories returning.
   The previous night. The napping. Thor. Baldr.   Mates  .
   Baldr's saying something “morn',   fauntkin .  ”
 The words pull another wave of tears from her overworked glands but she smiles
with the happiest grin in six years.
 “I love you.” It's the only thing she can say as she grips at the hand upon
her waist, wrapped round her from behind, this time definitely Thor's.
 That arm tightens existentially, pulling Loki flush to the alpha's chest as
the dominant snarls, pushing his nose into her neck to scent at his mate.
Baldr's expression is virile, wanting, as ze joins them in tight arms and
needful touches. Their scenting and refamiliarizing themselves with each
others' intoxicating scents.
   “You came for me . . .” Loki cannot help but murmur, an air of disbelief in
the sound. “How did you know . . ?” Beta and alpha still, heads snapping up as
they push their omega onto her back and crowd over her, staring down at her
with furrowed, slightly angry eyes. Baldr chances a glance at zirs alpha, whose
anger is more pronounced, before returning his attention to their mate.
Almost mate  , zir traitorous mind supplies, pulling a snarl from zir gut.
 “Did you think we wouldn't?”
 Loki bites her lip, turning her head away as more tears sprout forth. “I
didn't think you'd be told . . . and even if you were . . .” A mewl escapes
when a hot tongue laves at the salty droplets.
 “Why would you ever think that?” A whimper rakes the omega's tired body.
   “I haven't . . . I mean, you haven't . . .” she cannot finish her words,
more tears running rampant now, heart-beat aching as her mates brush soothingly
along her body, in her hair, soft presses of lips on every surface they can
reach. “We haven't   what  , hjarta?” Loki, with shaky composure, turns her
head back to them, embracing their kisses and accepting their coddling. Their
anger at her dis   trust    has faded, now only home to confusion. Each press
and touch a silent plea for her to continue, explain. “Spoken to me . . .” The
twins scrunch their brows, unsure.
   “We   are   speaking to you.” Loki swallows, staring uncertainly at her
mates.
 “Now. But not . . . not since . . .” Loki presses her cheek into Thor's palm,
clenching her eyes shut tight. “Not in years.” Thor and Baldr still, rigid.
   “What?” Thor's voice is all alpha, all rage as his eyes turn red, fangs
baring in threat to unknown persons. He doesn't understand. They haven't spoken
to him, because they   could not  . Loki makes the mistake of looking, a
whimper escaping at the feral look of her brother, thinking it's aimed at her.
   “Shhhh, lass. Alpha's anger is not for you.” Baldr reassures. “But what do
you mean? 'not in   years  '?”
 “You haven't – ”
 “We tried, to write, once, but were flogged severely, yet we send word through
Lord Heim each month.” Thor snarls. Loki swallows, tears stinging as she shakes
her head violently side-to-side.
 “Not in years.” Thor growls in rage, falling forward to capture his omega's
lips in requirement.
 “Every month, every two, we receive word, missives from Lady Maps.” He says,
words between almost painful kisses. “We reply to each and every one.”
 Loki's eyes alight at that, but she's still uncertain, afraid. “Then why . .
?” They still, each of them freezing, understanding settling in.
 “They thought,” Baldr starts, pausing with a jerk playing in his jaw. “They
thought our phase would end.” Our phase.
 That's what they all told us it was when we started acting more like mates
then like siblings, when Thor, then Baldr, then Loki began scenting and marking
one another in a show of claiming. When others asked about our future mating
bonds we'd cling to each other and the clerics would say “It's just a phase.”
   A phase that escalated far too far for their liking on   that day  .
 When the claim was confirmed in their presentations.
 And when they were separated and Loki cried and Thor snarled and attacked at
the hands wrenching him away from his omega, while Baldr thrashed and bared zir
fangs to zir own captors, they said that the phase would pass in time, and
separation was going to help.
 They were wrong.
 “It was never a phase.” Thor's voice purrs, pushing his anger to the back of
his mind as he takes in his omega beneath him, his beta beside him.
 His brothers. His twins. His mates. Lifting up, he pulls his tunic over his
head before looking down at his omega.
 Baldr's there, kissing his neck and humming in content.
 Loki's staring as her mate's muscular torso is revealed, a sudden wave of
embarrassment wallowing over her at the reminder of howdifferent her own body
is to her twins'. In her haze of embarrassment the omega throws her hands up,
covering her face where a thick blush has formed.
 The fast movement has Baldr and Thor whipping their attentions down.
 Watching their omega cower behind her hands.
 “Hey, hey, shhh, lass.” Thor coos, leaning down and tugging gently on those
paws. “Am I going too fast?” Loki shakes her head side to side manically. “Then
what is it?”
 Peaking through her fingers, Loki gives her mate a once-over. The sight of him
brightening her cheeks and ears even more. Red-blood overheating every inch of
her skin in response. Working with the blush is her omega nature, as a wave of
slick spurts from her.
 She jumps at the almost unfamiliar feeling, hands planting at her sides as she
pushes herself up quick.
 Eyes wide and lips trembling, the omega is unable to speak of anything.
 Baldr comes closer, wraps an arm around her waist, letting her put all her
weight on zir and looking so contrite. But before the Beta can speak, the Alpha
takes a deep breath. And releases it with a snarl. Tipping forward, he crashes
his lips to Loki's.
 The omega mewls, squirming as another gush of slick plops out of her sex.
 Feeling her mates from different sides, warmth from everywhere, is all she's
ever wanted.
 “What's wrong?”
 “I – I – ” Baldr kisses behind her ear, warm breath shivering her as Thor
spreads her legs, wraps them round his waist. “M – my – my body . . .”
 “Yes?”
 “I – it, uhm . . .” And then Thor's hands are upon her, caressing her, on her
stomach and her hips and sides, feeling the softness. Gripping and wanting,
kneading. And her breath stutters as they care for her alongside each other.
 “We know what they teach you,” Oh. They teach us to be ashamed and to bend and
never say no, to be ashamed of our flesh and take our monthly blood as
punishment instead of sacrament. “ – and they're wrong.” Baldr breathes against
Loki's lips as Thor explores.
 “Michael,” Loki tries, testing the sound, and the Beta inhales sharp.
Surprised. Thor, Lucifer, chuckles, hands still pulling at fabric. Divesting
his omega's body of the warmth and replacing it with his own.
 She doesn't need the warmth, however, because a fever is beginning to spread.
 Uncomfortably so.
 A pout appears on her lips as she squirms, lips scrunching and brows furrowing
and she doesn't understand this feeling. But it's familiar somehow and she's
felt it before and – oh. Oh.
 “I – I'm-m go-going into He-Heat.” Loki trembles, staring Baldr dead in the
eyes, hands shaking and fear churning her gut.
 The words look to take a moment to register, but when they do Baldr's eyes
dilate fast.
 And a snarl tears through the clearing.
 Whipping round, the omega meets eyes with a severely feral looking alpha.
 And now her slick is continuous and neverending.
 From somewhere, a canteen appears in front of the youngest's lips. Water. With
a grateful glance to their Beta, Loki downs the pouch, quenching her soon-to-
be-thirst.
 It doesn't take long for them to steal her clothes away.
 To bare her soft body to their hungry gazes.
 Near a head shorter than her brothers, her shoulders are slighter, chest flat
and fleshy, breastless like their's but more . . . tender, smooth and gentle.
Her hips are wide, made for child-birth. Thick thighs and cock; literally an
extremely over-sized clit. Her orbs, unimportant, are near missing, only small
mounds and mostly replaced by a weeping cunt.
 Sopping wet and leaking.
 Alpha bares his fangs at the sight.
 Hungry.
 A sudden onset Rut.
 A desperate whimper escapes her lips.
 Then tears. Happy and relieved and so incredibly thankful.
 The alpha's demeanor switches instantly, worried he'd done something wrong.
Frightened his mate. He hides his fangs, shakes his head, and leans in for a
kiss. Licks away the tears as their Beta follows his lead.
 “Sorry, kit, didn't mean to frighten.”
 Loki shakes her head. “It's n-not,” A laugh escapes her then. So much weight
leaving her chest. “I w-was so scared.”
 “We didn't mean to scare you, love, we – ”
 “N-no . . . no! Scared of – ” A choked sob. Baldr glances at zir alpha, unsure
what to do. “Scared of being sold.” Thor's hackles raise, remembering all too
well what'd finally pushed their reunion.
 He presses kiss after kiss into his mate's mouth. “I know, I know, we're here
now. We're here.”
 “I was scared that he'd – he'd – ”
 “Shhhhh,” Baldr breathes, arms wrapped round her waist and soothing, rocking
back and forth.
 “We're here,” Thor breathes, each of them peppering kisses up and around her
jaw. Breathing her in.
 “I'm surprised I still have tears to shed,” the omega whispers, a sadness in
her voice. An old defeat hanging there.
 “We've cried for you as well.” Baldr whispers to her, like a secret.
 She bites off a laugh, more tears falling before she looks him in the eye. “I
was afraid. My chosen-to-be was an Alpha called Azazel. He smelt of sulfur and
blood and I was afraid.” Thor's growl is vicious as he wrenches her jaw towards
him, crushing their lips together violently. With a mewl Loki gets him to
gentle the kiss, till it's simply sweet and bone-deep.
 Pulling off just enough to look her in the eye, Thor asks a silent question.
 One which is only answered with a self-bitten lip as their omega keeps eye-
contact, hands searching for Baldr's as life-line.
 Thick fingers press at her taint then, circle her weeping lips, illicit a gasp
from that spit-slick mouth. They sweep through her rich slick, just barely
breaching her inner walls before pulling back again. Teasing and testing the
waters, pulling desperate sounds and new, pleasant and wantful tears from her
eyes.
 Their omega's hips jerk, searching for those fingers every time they tease.
And when suddenly a new set joins, she cries out, body throbbing and jerking at
the sudden entrance of a pair even thicker. Baldr's. The Beta's eats up those
whimpered cries. The kiss is dangerous and rushed and trembling as ze massages
her walls slowly.
 Alpha's thick finger push in and pull out swift and scissoring as ze caresses
those walls.
 Pulling away, ze watches her dilated eyes and labored breaths.
 She's so wet and ready and “Gonna take it so well. Milk our alpha's knot.”
Those words have her breath choking, a so thick gush of slick wetting their
hands, pushing the heat higher and intoxicating the air with her scent, tears
falling from her red eyes.
 Want want want repeating through her veins.
 Ending in a whined “Please.”
 Their hands pull out simultaneously and she whines, a new fear inflicting her
scent as she clings to them. Afraid of them leaving.
 But they won't.
 As one, Baldr takes her lips in zirs as Thor lines himself up with her gaping
cunt.
 Pushing in is like coming home as his mouth drops open in ecstasy.
 Her entire body thrums and she mewls high pitched and needy against her mate's
lips. Baldr smiles at the sound, pulling away so that ze can watch as his Alpha
bottoms out. Finally to the base in their mate, Thor huffs, breathless as Loki
squirms, tears and happy pouring from her.
 Their Alpha leans forward, kisses her like his life depends on it.
 Then pulls back and thrusts.
 Her wail is almost enough to have him cumming already.
 Maneuvering around, Baldr situates zirself behind their mate, legs bent on
either side. Stopping the alpha is hard, but ze manages it to both his mates
annoyance. An annoyance that soon dies when ze spreads the omega's legs wide,
draping them over zirs own legs and angling her perfectly. So open and pliant
for their alpha.
 He takes the present selfishly.
 Plowing into their omega like she's his life-source. Going as deep as he can
and pulling out as far as possible before plunging back in. Pulling wails and
whimpers and making her unstable with slick and salt water.
 Baldr grabs onto their omega's cock greedily, teasing and simply caressing
till she cums all over them.
 She's nearly unconscious with the pleasure, eyes rolling back and throat
constricting, but all she's whimpering is “more, more, alpha, please” before
she kisses zir.
 Thor, Lucifer, Alpha.
 Baldr, Michael, Beta.
 Murmured like prayers.
 And then Thor's knot is catching, his fangs long and thick and them sinking
into her flesh in claim as he cums inside her, Baldr's claiming her opposite
side as she's screaming again in ecstasy, milking their alpha for all he's
worth.
 And they fall together in a trembling mess.
 Heat and rut abated for now.
End Notes
     This is unbeta'd and i found a lot of spelling mistakes but there are
     probably a lot more. i'm sorry.
     I wanna continue with this and have more written but for the moment
     it's a one shot ;)
     Oh, and don't worry, the next chapter of Humble will be up by
     tomorrow. :)
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