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It was his gaze that drew him in.
He walked away from the maiden he was speaking to as if he were in a daze, deep, ruby eyes seemingly beckoning him over from across the room.
As he drew closer to the man that now possessed his attention, he found a small gasp leaving his lips; he was in complete disbelief that someone as breathtaking as this could exist.
It just was not possible.
The man before him was small for a Jotun, smaller than Thor had ever seen of a person of this race of giants. He stood a few inches under Thor -no more than four- and stared up at him with painted black lips whose corners were quirked up in a soft smirk.
The black coal lining his eyes only made their rouge color shine, and the Jotun inclined his head slightly, looking over the prince carefully.
They both took each other in, and Thor felt as if he were under a spell, every single aspect of this Jotun enchanting him.
His cheekbones were high and accentuated his arched eyebrows and thin lips, and the mirthful glint in his scarlet eyes made the prince smile too. There was a sculpted softness to his features where the lines between gender and sex seemed to blur, not overtly masculine or feminine, but a healthy mix of the two.
He wore revealing clothing, clothing that Thor had never witnessed on a Jotun before. His torso was bare, save a golden chain that linked with two nipple piercings. A grand, golden neck cuff covered his entire neck and part of his sternum, and golden arm cuffs embedded with rubies were on his upper arms.
Wrist cuffs made of the same gold were on his wrists, and there were three rings on each hand, each of them blending to represent something in a subtle language display that Thor didn't understand.
His nails were planted a deep, lacquer black, and the radiant smile he shot Thor was enchanting. “Prince Thor. You’re definitely more handsome in person.”
Hearing this man speak caused Thor’s heart to beat in awe in his chest, as his lilting voice sounded like heaven. The Jotun spoke the Asgardian tongue with ease, his Jotun accent causing Thor’s name to sound like sin when it was spoken.
Reaching out a warm hand, the Jotun offered it to the prince, raising an amused eyebrow at him. “My name is Loki.”
Loki.
The Jotun’s name resounded in Thor’s mind like a strong whisper, and he could not help but repeat it, feeling as if he truly were under a spell. “Loki…”
Seeing the effect he had on the prince was certainly pleasing and Loki could not help but laugh, the prince’s eyes lighting up when he did so. “Yes; that is my name.”
The pair were currently at an event held every century between the Nine Realms, and Loki believed then that he had just won.
Every century the Nine Realms hosted a marriage event for all the royal and noble people throughout the realms in an attempt to foster good relations between them all. It was more of a social-political climbing event if nothing else, where royals, court nobles, and the wealthy would come to secure marriages for themselves that would greatly benefit their kingdoms and their people.
This century was special because there were three eligible royals: Prince Thor of Asgard, Prince Freyr of Vanaheim, and his twin sister Princess Freya of Vanaheim. Every single person in this room was vying for the attention of just one of these royals, and Loki had caught the attention of Prince Thor.
Now he just had to make sure he kept it.
This event would last a month, and in that time period everyone here had to do their best to secure a spouse for themselves and get themselves to a better social class; if they returned without a spouse of favorable standing, they would bring great shame to their realm, and this was something that Loki wanted to avoid at all costs.
He and Jarnsaxa had been tasked with wooing one of the royals this year, and since Jarnsaxa seemed to be wrapped up with Prince Freyr, Loki was determined to continue to keep Prince Thor’s attention on him.
He had been trained from an early age for this singular moment, and he wasn’t going to mess it up.
Reaching out, Loki placed a gentle yet purposeful hand on Thor’s wrist, absolutely loving how Thor’s cheeks colored to a rosy pink. “Why don’t we go somewhere more private, My Prince? It’s quite noisy in here if I’m to be honest.”
Thor would honestly go wherever Loki wanted him to and nodded dumbly, allowing the Jotun to take his hand and lead him out of the grand meeting hall they were in.
His brain suddenly kicked in once they were out of it, and he moved to take Loki’s hand in his, kissing at his knuckles softly. “The palace gardens aren’t too far from here; I would love to take you to them.”
Loki hummed softly, shooting Thor a smile that undoubtedly made him weak at the knees. “I would love to.”
Loki’s accent made the Jotun’s voice the most alluring voice Thor had ever heard, and he could not help but smile back at the man. Offering his arm to the Jotun, Thor led them out to the palace gardens, the midday sun shining down warmly on their skin.
He noticed Loki frown for a moment as the sun began to shine brighter and figured that he was uncomfortable with the heat. “I would love to take you on a trail under the canopies of our largest trees. It should offer you some protection until the sun goes down.”
Relief flashed in Loki’s eyes and he nodded, thankful that Thor seemed to be more observant than he originally believed. “Please.”
Thor led Loki over to the stone trail, the Jotun holding onto his arm and leaning into him as they made their way onto the path. “You’re more enchanting than any maiden I’ve ever come across in this realm.”
Loki quirked up an eyebrow up at Thor, amused by the statement. “Just this realm?”
“The most enchanting person within the Nine Realms, then,” Laughed Thor, a twinkle in his eyes. “I didn’t know Jotnar could look like you.”
“All Jotnar aren’t niouvi, My Prince.”
Thor frowned in confusion, not understanding him. “Nyoovi? What is that?”
“Ni-ou-vi,” Sounded out Loki, going slow so that Thor understood what he was saying. “It is a type of Jotun. We’re able to not only aid in the creation of children, but able to bear them as well.”
“So these… “niouvi”... are the only ones of your race that can reproduce?” Asked Thor, trying to make sense of it all. “I thought that every Jotun could do that.”
“No, Dear Prince,” Answered Loki, continuing to follow Thor on the trail. “Only Jotun women and niouvi can bear children.”
This was quite surprising to Thor, as the Jotun were the only race that he knew of that worked like this. “Norns…”
“Tell me about yourself, My Prince.” Responded Loki, trying to shift the conversation in a different direction. He hoped that Thor wasn’t turned off or dismayed by the new information and hoped that Thor talking about himself would make it easier for Loki to work his charms. “I want to know if the stories are true.”
“Oh?”
“They say that your hunts are quite dangerous. You’ve managed to come back each time victorious; I’m quite curious about this.” He’d been briefed on the prince and his interests and was determined to sink his claws into the Asgardian and cement his place as a royal spouse.
Thor walked them over to a spring on the path, gesturing for Loki to sit with him under a large tree. “You don’t seem like the type of person that’s interested in hunts.”
“I’m not,” Confessed Loki, earning an inquiring eyebrow from the man. “I’m more curious about the various beasts of this land, and I want to hear about them.” He prided himself on his ability to make anyone believe anything, and settled himself next to Thor, toeing off his sandals and allowing his feet to be cooled by the clear spring’s water. “There’s only so much I can learn about this beautiful realm from books.”
Thor found his eyes taking in Loki’s enchanting form, and he hummed, sending the Jotun a thinly veiled heated look. “I’ll have to show you around, then.”
Loki returned Thor’s heated look, not so subtly positioning himself so that Thor had an excellent view of his body. “Tomorrow, perhaps?”
“Perhaps,” Murmured Thor, not promising anything. Although captivated by the Jotun before him, he did not want to commit to doing something if there was no chemistry between them; he was participating in this event to find a spouse, after all.
His eyes were back looking over Loki’s blue skin appreciatively then, and when he locked eyes with the Jotun he smiled, confident about his abilities to steer this in the right direction. “I’ve never seen a Jotun dress as you are dressed today.”
Loki hummed, his feet swaying back and forth in the water of the cool spring. “Because niouvi are protected and hidden deep within Jotunheim. We are quite rare, and dress like this because of our coveted fertility abilities. Those that manage to take us for wives gain the ability to reproduce with someone that can give birth to the strongest and most intelligent people of our race.” He winked playfully at the Aesir then, causing Thor’s heart to skip a beat. “You’re quite fortunate to have caught my attention, Dear Prince.”
This information intrigued Thor greatly and he hummed as well, raising an inquiring eyebrow at the Jotun. “Fortunate, you say?”
The grin that Loki shot him was everything he’d never known he wanted, and it tugged at his heartstrings to see it. “Niouvi are quite renowned for many things, Dear Aesir. There’s a reason that only two of us are here.”
Thor couldn’t recall seeing another smaller Jotun in the meeting hall but he didn’t really care, as all of his attention was solely on Loki right now. “What is so special about niouvi, then?” The word still felt strange on his tongue as he said it, and he didn’t think he was saying it correctly.
Loki found Thor’s attempts at saying this word absolutely adorable, but kept that to himself, choosing instead to keep bringing the prince closer and closer so that he could sink his claws into him. He wanted to make it so that the Aesir Prince saw nothing but him.
“Our capabilities with seidr come second only to the elves. Any child born from our womb will be more physically capable and intelligent than a child born from a woman. We are educated from birth about every land and are fluent in every language within the Nine Realms, including regional dialects. And when we become of age, suitors from all over vie for our hands in the hopes that they can win our hearts.”
Thor wasn’t sure if Loki was telling the truth -his claims did sound a bit exaggerated at best- but they were interesting all the same, and he made a mental note to research more about these unique Jotnar tomorrow in the palace libraries. The information did interest him though and his gaze met Loki’s again, the deep ruby stare so intense. “Surely you’re allowed to choose who you end up with?”
“To a certain degree,” Confessed Loki. “But I have my sights set on a particular Aesir at the moment.”
Laughing softly, Thor turned to face Loki fully, a mirthful hue to his gaze. “Do you, now?”
Loki returned Thor’s gentle laugh, tossing his hair over his shoulder and not missing the way the prince’s eyes followed that movement. “Yes, Dear Prince. A certain Aesir has caught my attention, and I would love to show him why niouvi like me are so sought after.”
They were so close to each other that their fingers brushed against each other, and Thor reached out to place a purposeful hand on Loki’s thigh, leaning in closer to the Jotun. “I would certainly love to see that.”
This was all the reason Loki needed to progress this and he closed the gap between him and Thor, kissing him.
Sparks shot down both of their spines at the kiss, and they kissed again, one slow kiss turning into many.
Loki’s lips were so soft against his, and he pulled the Jotun closer until he was flush against his chest, eager to explore this.
Loki gently pushed at Thor’s chest to encourage him to fall onto his back onto the earthy ground below, and settled himself on top of him, taking his face in his hands and reconnecting their lips.
Thor wanted to test the waters and gripped at Loki’s thighs with his large hands, the Jotun’s skin smoother than anything he had ever felt before. He found his thumbs tracing against the dark blue lines that were on Loki’s skin as they kissed, and slowly made his way up to Loki’s upper thigh, his hands ghosting over his ass.
Feeling Thor’s rough, calloused hands on him felt nice, and he parted his lips to meet Thor’s tongue with his own, the Aesir’s tongue finally sliding against his and causing another jolt to run down his spine.
Their kiss spoke of curiosity, of untapped potential, of a sweet promise of what could be and what was to come, and Loki couldn’t help but let out a soft sound, Thor’s warm tongue swirling around his in a sensual kiss.
His jaw slackened when the Aesir’s tongue pushed its way into his mouth further, and he let out another soft sigh, his head whirling from what was beginning to become an intense kiss. The prince’s wet muscle moving against and around his own turned him on, and he was genuinely surprised that the man was actually a great kisser.
He wasn’t in a rush to fuck the Aesir by any means, as he had an entire month to woo the prince. Of course, he couldn’t wait too long, but… there was an art to seduction; everything couldn’t be given up in one go.
He parted from Thor only when he felt himself begin to stir and pulled away slowly, biting a lower lip and sitting up. “You’ve got quite the gifted tongue, My Prince.”
Thor let out a breathless laugh, sitting up as well and pulling Loki further into his lap. “So do you, Loki.” He loved the way Loki’s name sounded on his tongue and reached out to caress the Jotun’s cheek, still awed by how beautiful he was. “You’re stunning…”
Preening over the compliment, Loki grinned, stroking at the prince’s beard and drawing him closer so that they could kiss again. “And I could get lost in your eyes forever; I’ve never seen such a deep blue.”
The pair leaned in and kissed each other once more, soft smiles on their faces. Mission aside, Loki found himself swooning as he thought about their heated act just moments ago and knew that if he was able to get Thor to marry him by the end of the month, he would be quite happy.
The prince was charming, he was attractive, he was strong, he was tall, and he seemed to have a better head on his shoulders than Loki originally realized. He had heard stories about the Aesir being a drunken brute, but… the man before him was nothing like that; he was very interested to see what he would learn about the prince from here on.
Smoothing his hands over Thor’s chest, Loki looked back into Thor’s deep, sea blue eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “I suppose we should return to the meeting hall.”
This was honestly the last thing Thor wanted to do, but he knew that he needed time to prepare for what he really wanted, which was a night with the Jotun. He needed to secure a contraceptive tea and needed Loki to drink it the morning before anything happened between them. “I’d rather keep you here, all to myself.” He pressed a warm kiss into the crook of Loki’s neck then, his thumb stroking at the Jotun’s skin. “Dine with me for breakfast, tomorrow.”
It was more of a command than a request, but Loki didn’t mind. If Thor was asking him to meet again tomorrow, it meant that he was that much closer to cementing himself at the Aesir’s side. Now all he needed was flip the script, and have Thor chasing after him tomorrow. “I’m dining with an earl from Alfheim tomorrow morning.” He loved the frustration that flashed in Thor’s eyes at being slightly rebuffed, and stood from the Aesir’s lap, toeing on his sandals and tossing his hair over his shoulder to shoot the prince a mirthful smirk. “But if your morning is clear on Monday, I would be honored to dine with you, My Prince.”
Thor was full of indignation at Loki rebuffing him and fought back a sputter, hurriedly standing up to take Loki’s hand in his. “Surely you’re not turning down the advances of a prince for a mere earl?”
“You’ll have to do more than this if you want all of my attention, Dear Prince,” Purred Loki, reaching out and caressing Thor’s cheek, his thumb barely ghosting over Thor’s bottom lip.
And just like the calm breeze on a warm afternoon, he was gone.
Thor was actually in shock that he’d been blown off and stood there like a stone statue, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
Did this Jotun really brush him off?
He just couldn’t believe that someone rebuffed him for the first time in his life and was actually quite offended. He was a prince! The Prince of Asgard no less, and Loki was turning him down over a mere earl?!
Thor was actually pissed enough to do something that he hadn’t done in years; read a book. He just needed to know if what Loki said about niouvi were true and didn’t care about going back to the ball. He wouldn’t be able to focus on anyone else anyway and sighed deeply, leaving the small spring and making his way back to the palace.
He hadn’t been to the palace library since he was a student over a century ago, and found memories of studying and late nights by the firelight popping up into his mind as he walked deeper into the grand library.
The busy library was unusually empty and quiet today, so Thor approached the bookkeeper of it, an elderly woman who was half elf. “Brygn?”
The bookkeeper looked up, jumping in surprise when she saw that it was Thor who was talking to her. “Prince Thor! What are you doing here? You should be at the ball, you need to find a wife; do you parents know that you’re here? Are you running from a maiden?” The woman gasped sharply then, narrowing her eyes at him. “What did you do, My Prince?!”
Thor laughed heartily, not surprised by the woman’s rapid fire questions and accusal. “Norns, Brygn; relax. I’m not running from any maidens. I just wanted to research something.”
Brygn shot him a disbelieving look, not convinced in the slightest. “You must think I’m senile if you really think I believe that, Prince Thor. We had to force you to read, growing up.”
“While that is true, I am being serious. There’s something I want to look into.”
The elderly woman huffed, shooting Thor another look of disbelief. “How can I help you, My Prince?”
“I want to know more about a particular type of Jotun,” Answered Thor. “I… I don’t know if I’m saying it right, but… neeohvay? I-I think that’s how you say it.”
The elderly librarian chuckled, pinching at Thor’s cheek familiarly. “You must mean niouvi, dear. Come, follow me.” Thor thanked her and followed her through the vast library, heading upstairs to the third floor and to a section in the middle of the room. “What about niouvi are you wanting to know, my dear? I’m quite well-versed in the races of the Nine Realms, and the slight variations between those of the same realm.”
“I was told some things about them, and… I want to see if they’re true.”
Brygn hummed, gesturing towards the top shelf. “Up there, 3rd book from the left. Grab that for me, My Prince.”
Reaching up Thor grabbed the thin book, following the librarian over to a table and sitting down. “I heard that there’s a particular type of Jotun that can give life or help create it. I want to know more about them.”
“Yes, yes of course,” Answered Brygn, flipping open the book. “The niouvi of Jotunheim. They are the only beings in the Nine Realms that can do this naturally without the aid of seidr.” She cleared her throat then, beginning to explain. “They make up a very small part of the population of Jotnar; only 25% of Jotunheim are niouvi. Because of their rarity and coveted fertility gift, they are generally found within the higher echelons of Jotun society. The money that Jotunheim makes from the dowries required to even court a niouvi make up 10% of Jotunheim’s economy.”
Thor was stunned by this information, blinking rapidly in bewilderment. “10%?”
Brygn nodded, skimming through the thin book to refresh her memory. “Yes, niouvi are quite rare, and have many unique abilities that make them greatly desired by the wealthy and elite throughout the Nine Realms.”
Thor frowned, deciding to just get to the bottom of this. “Is it true that children born from a niouvi are more physically and intellectually capable than children born from a woman?”
“Certainly,” Answered Brygn, flipping to a page in the book and pointing at a paragraph. “We aren’t sure why, but this is true. The strongest warriors and the greatest beings throughout time have the blood of Jotun niouvi running through them.”
This news shocked Thor more than anything and he quickly read over the paragraph in the book, seeing that the librarian was telling the truth. “Norns…”
Brygn hummed gently, continuing to skim through the book. “They’re also trained from a young age to exist in royal courts. Every niouvi in the courts can speak every language and dialect in the Nine Realms, and are well-versed in the history and political sphere of each realm. Jotunheim is fiercely protective over their niouvi though, so it is very unusual for them to allow a foreigner to court them.”
Learning all of this gave Thor many things to think about, and he gently took the thin book in his hands, seeing that it had less than 30 pages. “Why is the book so small?”
“Not much is known about niouvi, Prince Thor. They’re fiercely protected and shielded in Jotunheim. We only know this much because of what your grandmother, Queen Bestla, shared with us when your grandfather, King Borr, brought her to live here from Jotunheim.”
Thor honestly forgot that his grandmother was a giantess sometimes, as she’d passed before he was born. He was very intrigued by what he’d learned about niouvi though, and he looked up from the book, wanting to read it over alone. “Thank you, Brygn. I’ll put this back when I’m done.”
Brygn reached out to pat Thor’s shoulder and stood up to leave him alone. “Of course, Prince Thor. Please call out for me if you need me.”
The prince thanked her before looking back down at the book once she walked away. Learning what he did about niouvi made him reconsider many things, and he began to think, trying to make sense of his thoughts.
His main goal of this marriage event was not to just find a wife. It was to find a queen. He needed someone that would help him propel Asgard to the forefront of leadership within the Nine Realms, he needed someone that could help make Asgard a better kingdom than it currently was, and he needed someone that could stand on their own and work independently of him when it was necessary.
And the more he learned about niouvi from this book, the more certain he was that he needed to marry one. His kingdom stood to gain more if he married one, and the idea of being able to create a line of descendants that would have a biological advantage over others was a nice touch.
Loki had mentioned that there were two niouvi here at the marriage event, but he hadn’t seen the other niouvi the entire day, which most likely meant that they had already paired off with someone.
So, his best bet was Loki.
It seemed as if Loki were the most eligible person here after himself, and he believed that he would need to do everything in his power to secure a marriage between him and the Jotun. He wasn’t willing to just propose to the niouvi on the spot - above many things, chemistry was important - and although they had a pleasant time earlier, he needed to spend more time with the niouvi.
After reading through the book once more, Thor decided that he would get Loki to accept a proposal from him. And he would do whatever it took to secure the niouvi’s attention.
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Loki woke up in his suite in the early morning wondering what he would do today. Various events were set up throughout the month to help bring potential couples together, so he tossed the idea of going to one of those around for sometime while he was in the bath.
He’d lied and told Thor that he was having breakfast with an earl this morning, so he considered leaving his room and exploring the royal grounds alone. He couldn’t do too much once the sun truly came out -Jotnar were used to colder climates, and the harsh sunlight of Asgard felt uncomfortable when it shined down on their skin- so he had two of his servants dress him for the day, wanting to look exquisite.
A resounding knock sounding at his door drew his attention while his servants were dressing him, and he gently moved out of his servants’ hold, opening his suite door.
A palace envoy was on the other side, and he bowed low in front of him before straightening up and clearing his throat. “Greetings, Court Noble Loki. Prince Thor of Asgard requests your presence at once.”
Loki found that a smile was tugging at his lips then. “Of course; thank you.”
“I will wait outside for you.” Responded the envoy, nodding at Loki as he closed the door.
Loki was quite pleased that Thor was requesting his presence and decided to change his outfit completely, wanting to look nice for the prince. He directed his servants to pick out something more appealing and had them dress him quickly, the kohl and powder on his eyelids quickly being scrubbed off and redrawn on in a more captivating style.
Today Loki’s outfit was red and gold, and the powder on his eyelids reflected that. Red sheer mesh covered the length of his arms and came together to form a solid garnet satin top embedded with rubies that were plated in gold. The top was extremely form fitting and accentuated his elongated torso and narrow hips, and a long, flowing train extended from the back of him and stopped at his heels.
Silken golden-colored, form fitting pants were on his legs, and deep, garnet flats were on his feet. He wore a ruby-studded hair piece with a sheer, mesh hair veil attached to it, and large, golden earrings were in his lobes.
One of his favorite perfumes was sprayed upon his skin, and once he had a chance to look himself over in the mirror, he couldn’t help but grin.
He looked stunning.
And the Aesir prince would lose his mind when he saw him.
He left his room and followed the palace envoy that was waiting patiently outside his doors, loving that everyone’s eyes were on him. As he strode through the halls of the palace confidently, everyone around him stopped and stared, trailing off in the middle of their conversations and stopping what they were doing, just to gaze upon his radiance.
And he loved every single second of it.
The palace envoy led him to a private terrace that was tucked away in a hidden corner of the palace, and Loki was surprised to see that it looked like they were in the royal family’s private section of the palace.
It seemed that the prince was more interested than he originally believed him to be.
Thor looked up when he noticed Loki approaching, any witty retort on his tongue dying. Loki looked divine. Never in his life had his breath ever been stolen from his lungs yet in this moment he was so awed that he was at a loss for words.
He stood automatically to meet Loki and immediately reached out, taking the niouvi’s hand in his. “Norns… you look stunning. In every sense of the word.”
Loki shot him an appreciative smile, absolutely loving that wooing Thor seemed to be easier than he believed it would. “Thank you, My Prince. You look very handsome this morning as well.”
Any words spilling from Loki’s lips Thor didn’t hear, as he was still taking in every single aspect of the Jotun. Loki looked as if he had walked out of a painting, and Thor was in shock yet again that someone as perfect as Loki could exist.
His brain kicked in after a few seconds of gawking at Loki and he rushed to help the Jotun sit down across from him, pulling out his chair for him. “Please, sit.”
“Oh? The Prince of Asgard is offering me a chair? To what do I owe this honor?” Asked Loki, gently teasing the Aesir.
Thor laughed softly, gently pushing Loki in before making his way back over to his chair and sitting down as well. “When someone looks as captivating as you, they deserve everything the realms have to offer.”
Loki laughed to himself at this, finally looking down in surprise at the meal spread before them. “Why are we eating Julskinka? How do your chefs know how to make this?” Julskinka was a traditional Jotun breakfast that was extremely difficult to make due to the ingredients and process of cooking the meat. It was also very expensive and required over a week of preparation.
“I asked your servants what your favorite breakfast was yesterday, and they told me that it was this. I had a few of our seidr chefs import a freshly caught wild boar, and they prepared this for you.” Explained Thor, gesturing at the various food items on the table. “Everything here is something that I’ve been told you like.”
Loki blinked in bewilderment, realizing that Thor had indeed had each of his favorite breakfast meals and snacks cooked for them this morning. “Norns…” He breathed, almost too scared to reach out and begin to eat. He knew how hard it was to get a meal like this -meals like this had to be ordered two weeks in advance back in Jotunheim- so he could only imagine the effort it took to get this meal here and prepared overnight. He looked back up at Thor then, his gaze softening. “Thank you, Prince Thor. This is very touching.”
Thor hummed softly, relieved that Loki liked it. “I’m glad you were able to postpone your visit with that Earl.”
“Well when the Prince of Asgard asks to see you, you can’t exactly say no,” Chuckled Loki, amusement in his gaze. Thor began to eat then, so Loki pulled various food onto his plate as well, taking a bite out of the Julskinka and fighting back a moan. “Norns, this tastes delectable!”
Thor tasted it as well, pleasantly surprised by the earthy taste. “I’m glad you like it.”
Loki reached out for something to drink then, bringing a glass cup to his lips and sipping at the tea inside. He spat out his tongue though once the liquid graced it and set the drink down quickly, hating the taste of it. “What is this?”
“It’s Stoneseed root tea,” Answered Thor. “It’s very popular on Asgard.”
“May I have something else?” Asked Loki, quickly composing himself. “Some water, perhaps?”
Thor gestured for a nearby servant to approach with a pitcher of water, letting him know to pour Loki some water.
Loki quickly drank the water, wanting to get the taste of that tea out of his mouth. “You say this tea is popular here in Asgard?”
“It is. It’s mainly consumed for its contraceptive properties though, not for the taste.”
Loki widened his eyes slightly, not missing the undertone of Thor’s answer. The prince was interested enough in him to sleep with him, which meant that this would be even easier than Loki previously thought. “Well, I’m thankful that I’ve never needed something like that.”
Thor blinked back in bewilderment, his heart beginning to sink. “A-Are you barren?”
“No!” Rushed Loki, the color draining from his face quickly. “No, no, My Prince. I am very much fertile. But niouvi are gifted with the ability to choose when we ovulate, which means that we have complete control over when we carry life.”
Relief flooded back into Thor then, and he sent up a quick prayer to the Norns, thanking them. If Loki was unable to have children, then that would have complicated this courting process more than Thor was willing to deal with. It was very surprising to hear that Loki had this ability though, and while it sounded far-fetched, Thor was inclined to believe him after what he read about niouvi yesterday. “Well, I am relieved to hear that. I will keep this in mind.”
Loki smirked then, relieved that all was right with the world again. Infertility was a serious issue and he was relieved that Thor had given him a chance to explain himself; all of his careful planning had almost gone to waste in that singular moment.
Casual conversation passed between the pair throughout breakfast, and Loki admittedly enjoyed it. Thor wanted to show him his favorite spots of the capital city today, so Loki hurriedly agreed, excited about doing so. If Thor cared this much about spending time with him, then that meant that the prince was interested in him enough to begin seriously considering him as a potential spouse.
He ended up spending the entire morning and most of the afternoon with the prince, and he had to admit that seeing the sights that he saw today helped change his perception of not just Thor, but of this land. Asgard was beautiful, and he could honestly picture himself living here, should Thor choose him as a spouse.
To his utter delight, Thor requested his presence at the start of each day for the next two weeks, and they would spend the entirety of each day together, both beginning to become enraptured by the other.
Just as much as they wanted to woo each other, they were quickly falling themselves, and by the third week of this event, Thor was certain that Loki was the one he wanted to marry. All that was left now was for their parents to meet each other.
He broached the topic while he and Loki were eating breakfast the morning of the beginning of the third week. They were getting along fabulously, and he was amazed at how intense their connection was after this short period of knowing each other. He could only imagine how much their bond would grow after years of marriage and couldn’t help but smile fondly, admittedly looking forward to embarking on the next phase of life with the Jotun.
“Loki.”
Loki looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak.
“I have greatly enjoyed my time with you,” Began Thor, reaching across the round table to take the niouvi’s hand. “And I don’t want our time to end.”
Loki’s heart fluttered in his chest at this and he smiled, hope and anticipation rising within him. “I don’t want our time together to end either.”
Bringing Loki’s knuckles to his lips, he placed a gentle kiss against them, his thumb coming to rub against the back of the Jotun’s hand. “I would like our parents to meet each other today.”
Loki’s entire face lit up and he grinned, rushing to nod. “Yes! Yes, yes of course!” If Thor was asking for their parents to meet, that meant that he was seeking their approval. And after that, the next step was a proposal.
The niouvi’s smile was infectious then and Thor couldn’t help but smile too, relieved that Loki agreed to this. “I believe it would be nice for us to all meet tonight for dinner. Is this agreeable to you?”
“Yes, My Prince,” Answered Loki, a soft smile on his face when Thor kissed his knuckles warmly once more. “My parents would love to meet you.”
Gently squeezing Loki’s hand, Thor held his gaze, loving the sweet and touched look that Loki was giving him. “And my parents will love to meet you.” He let go of Loki’s hand then, taking a sip of his drink before continuing. “And call me Thor.”
Now Loki was elated and he nodded hurriedly again, more than happy to do so. “Of course.”
The pair held each other’s gazes for some time before resuming their meal, absolutely smitten with each other. If their parents approved of their courting and gave them their blessing, all that was left was for Thor to propose.
And he couldn’t wait to do so.
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To the delight of Thor and Loki, their parents gave them their blessing to marry, so now it was up to Thor to seal the deal and propose to Loki.
He planned a beautiful night under the stars in the private gardens of the royal family, and reached out to Loki’s personal servants, asking him to meet once the moon was high in the sky.
Loki hadn’t seen Thor since their parents gave their blessing, and he had admittedly been fretting over whether or not the prince would propose. Being called out this late at night worried him, and he wasn’t sure what to expect.
Seeing the beautiful scene that Thor set up for them made any worry or doubt leave his heart though and he shot Thor a radiant grin as he approached him, taking in the seclusive location. “This looks beautiful, Thor.”
Thor stood and met Loki, taking his hand in his and placing a soft kiss against his lips in greeting. “Not as beautiful as you.”
“Norns, aren’t you a charmer?” Murmured Loki, returning Thor’s warm kiss.
Helping the Jotun sit first, Thor settled himself down behind him next, pulling Loki into his arms and kissing at his neck. “You look stunning under this moonlight.”
Loki relaxed in Thor’s hold, a warm smile on his face as Thor kissed him again. “Thank you.”
The pair enjoyed the silence between them for some time before Thor kissed Loki’s cheek, catching his attention. “Have you enjoyed yourself while you were here in Asgard?”
“I have. I wish I didn’t have to leave,” Confessed Loki, his hands placed comfortably over Thor’s. “I don’t want to leave you…”
“I don’t want you to leave me either,” Assured Thor, gently turning Loki in his arms so that they were facing each other. “I want you to stay here with me.”
Loki’s heart beat nervously in anticipation then, and he grasped at Thor's hands, bringing them to his heart. “I want to stay here with you too, Thor.”
“Then marry me,” Murmured Thor, staring into Loki’s deep, ruby eyes with hope. “Be mine. Rule by my side. Help me transform Asgard and make it a force that can unite the realms.” His thumb came to rub at Loki’s cheek, and he searched his gaze, waiting for an answer.
This was everything Loki ever wanted and he rushed to kiss Thor, the warm feeling pouring over him making him feel overwhelmed with happiness and joy. “Of course, I’ll marry you! I would be honored to rule by your side as the future queen of Asgard.”
Relief crashed over Thor in waves, and he met Loki for an impassioned kiss, absolutely elated that Loki agreed to be his. Kiss after kiss was placed against Loki’s lips in excitement, and he couldn’t help but pull the Jotun into his lap, his arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace. “Norns…”
Loki felt just as shocked and elated, and he hugged Thor closer, his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He was getting married, married to the Prince of Asgard no less! And once Thor’s parents stepped down from the throne, he would rule by Thor’s side, doing his best to help Asgard become an even more monumental force amongst the realms.
The prince’s warm lips against his had never felt so right before, and he returned the gentle kiss with the passion that spoke of unbridled joy, every single part of him just radiating with happiness.
Thor was ecstatic that Loki was this happy about getting married and tucked a warm kiss into the crook of the niouvi’s neck, looking up at the servants patiently waiting for their next task. “Leave us.”
The servants bowed low in front of them before turning to leave, and once they were alone Thor kissed Loki again, the undertone of intent making itself known. He and Loki hadn’t slept together yet, as every time he’d attempted to initiate something, Loki had rebuffed him.
Thor’s hands on his ass weren’t too subtle, and Loki debated about what he wanted to allow tonight. Originally, he’d put off sleeping with Thor because he didn’t want the prince to sleep with him only to toss him away and choose someone else. Now that they’d received their parents’ blessing and they were engaged, he felt more comfortable finally becoming intimate with the Aesir.
The outfit he was wearing tonight was very similar to the one that he wore when he first met Thor, and feeling the prince’s rough hands slip under the waistband of his loincloth and grip at his ass felt better than he expected.
Loki wasn’t pushing him away, so Thor pressed another warm kiss into the crook of Loki’s neck before pulling back to search the Jotun’s gaze. “Will you be mine tonight?”
“Just for tonight?” Teased Loki, nipping at Thor’s lip playfully.
“For every night we’ll experience together, beginning with this one,” Murmured Thor, amusement in his eyes.
“Then I’ll be yours for every night we’ll experience together, beginning with this one.” Answered Loki, a slight upturn to his lips. He pressed a lingering kiss against Thor’s lips then, closing his eyes when the prince kissed him back.
Thor kissed him with a fever, the hunger of the unknown bleeding into the kiss, and he felt a jolt run through him when their kiss heated up, any witty retort that might have been said dying on his tongue.
The prince’s tongue licking against his upper lip caused Loki to part his own, and he let out a soft sound when the Aesir’s tongue ran along the length of his before it swirled around it, drawing it into Thor’s own mouth.
Once their tongues connected Loki felt his body heat up, and he wrapped his arms around Thor as their kissing intensified, the warmth of the Aesir’s body causing his own to heat up even more on this warm, summer night.
Thor was not in too much of a rush to fuck Loki and wanted to enjoy exploring every single inch of the person that had claimed his heart. He traced soft yet purposeful kisses down Loki’s jaw and neck, his thumb running over one of the niouvi’s exposed nipples.
Loki’s skin was so smooth and supple in his hands, and he drew one of Loki’s nipples into his mouth, his thumb and forefinger moving to lightly tease and tug or twist at the other nipple. It seemed that the Jotun was sensitive here if the soft intake of breath was anything to go by, so Thor continued, the tip of his tongue lapping at the bud before whirling around it and drawing the nipple into his mouth again.
Thor’s breath was hot on his skin, and Loki shifted in Thor’s lap as the prince continued to play with his chest, wanting to be touched and touch in return.
Moving one of his hands back under the waistband of Loki’s loincloth, Thor was surprised to feel his anatomy, hurriedly pulling away in confusion. He wasn’t sure what he expected to find, but it wasn’t another cock.
Loki’s heart sank when Thor recoiled away, and he bit a lower lip nervously, rushing to explain. “I-I’m sorry! I-I should’ve explained before, and-“
“It’s alright,” Murmured Thor, taking Loki’s hands in his and kissing his knuckles gently. “I was just surprised.” He could see that Loki was uncertain now and felt terrible for his reaction, wanting to do whatever he could to reassure the Jotun that he wasn’t disgusted or put off. “Let me see you, love.”
Loki nervously climbed out of Thor’s lap and sat next to him on the blanket they were on, warily shifting his loincloth down and off of him. He was terrified that Thor would call off their engagement once he saw it, and continued to berate himself for not showing Thor sooner.
Most beings were admittedly put off or confused by the dual anatomy of niouvi, so Loki couldn’t be too hurt by Thor’s reaction.
The Jotun was still unsure and it was this uncertainty that made Thor feel guilty for his initial reaction. He should’ve done more research about this to prepare himself, but… it had slipped his mind. Sitting up on his knees, Thor grasped at Loki’s thighs and gently parted them, wanting to understand what he would be working with.
He was quite surprised to see that Loki was literally dual sexed in every sense of the word, and quickly looked up at the niouvi, his heart breaking when he saw the fear of rejection in Loki’s eyes. He rushed to place a reaffirming kiss against Loki’s lips, not wanting him to fear the worst.
The niouvi had the genitalia of both sexes, and while this was shocking to Thor, it wasn’t the end of the world. He was still incredibly attracted to and in love with Loki, and this did not change anything. He kissed him gently then, pouring his love for the niouvi into the kiss. “May I touch you?”
Loki offered the prince a wary nod, a million and one thoughts running through his head. He still wasn’t sure if the Aesir felt comfortable with him anymore, and bit a lower lip when the prince grasped at his flaccid length, praying once again that everything wasn’t ruined.
Thor had only been with a few men in his life, but he was fairly confident that he could please Loki greatly. The niouvi didn’t have any visible testes, but that wasn’t too important, as Thor was still certain that he would have Loki writhing beneath him in a few minutes.
Grabbing at the niouvi’s hips, Thor settled his face in between Loki’s thighs and parted his cunt with his tongue, licking up to the point where Loki’s cock connected to it. The Jotun jerked in his hold in surprise but Thor held on, his tongue parting Loki’s cunt again and licking along his folds, determined to find what ministrations caused the niouvi to see stars.
His hand was focused on making Loki erect, and he ran his hand up and along his shaft, using light, shallow movements to encourage Loki’s length to hardness.
Feeling Thor’s tongue enter him made Loki groan, and he began to relax as he realized that the prince wasn’t turned off in the slightest by his genitalia. Instead, the prince seemed to take it as a challenge, as Loki was jerking and squirming under him the more Thor continued his ministrations, a thrust of Thor’s tongue causing his toes to curl.
Now that he was relaxed, he felt more comfortable being more vocal, and he reached down to grasp at Thor’s golden hair as the prince fucked him with his tongue, gasping and arching in Thor’s hold when the Aesir began to suck and lick from him greedily.
Thor’s beard and face was drenched right now but he didn’t care, focused solely on getting Loki to climax. He felt the niouvi’s cunt clench around his tongue and felt his cock twitch in his hand, so he continued at the same pace, Loki arching in his hold and letting out a choked gasp as he came from both sexes, his body twitching slightly from the jolts of pleasure that were running through him.
He grasped at Thor’s hair and pulled him up, slanting his lips against his for a heated kiss, not caring that he could taste himself on his tongue. Now that he knew the prince wasn’t put off by his anatomy his confidence had returned, and he was determined to make Thor feel as blown away as he felt.
He shifted them until Thor was on his back and settled himself on top of him, his nimble fingers unbuttoning and unzipping Thor’s pants to reveal his length. He was quite pleased when he pulled back and saw that Thor was very well endowed, and grasped at him, sliding down his body and licking at Thor’s thick head, drawing the gland into his mouth and spreading his tongue along it, the bitter taste of Thor’s precum dripping onto his tongue.
He relaxed his throat and hollowed out his cheeks as he sucked at Thor, trying his best to relax his throat even more when Thor’s fingers threaded into his hair and pushed him down further onto his cock. He let the prince bob his head up and down at his own pace and steadied himself with a hand on Thor’s hip, his other hand coming to roll Thor’s testes gently in his hand.
“Fuck,” Gasped Thor, grasping at Loki’s hair tighter and squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck, fuck, Loki,” He pulled the niouvi off him before he came and let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Norns, Loki.”
Being praised by Thor made Loki feel much better, and he gently pushed Thor down once again, shifting to sit on top of the prince. “Are you ready for me, Thor?”
Feeling Loki’s wet cunt sliding against his length felt like heaven, and he grabbed at the niouvi’s hips, encouraging him to move. “If I ever say no, kill me.”
Letting out a breathless laugh, Loki reached for Thor and aligned himself with the prince, gently sinking down on his cock. “Norns, fuck,” Moaned Loki, his jaw falling open and his eyes fluttering closed as more and more of the prince entered him. Thor spread him in ways that he had not experienced in some time, and he moaned again, feeling small jolts of pleasure run through him as he gave himself a few seconds to adjust to Thor’s size.
Very slowly he began to move his hips, another long, drawn out moan leaving his lips as Thor’s cock rubbed against him from within. Thor’s hands on his hips gently urged him to move a bit faster, so he snapped his hips forward, leaning back and stabilizing himself on Thor’s thighs.
Grasping at Loki’s hips again, Thor helped guide his movements, slightly snapping his own hips up into him. Being with Loki was as surreal as he believed it would be, and feeling the niouvi’s slickened warmth tighten around him when he hit a certain place within caused a level of concentrated pleasure that was only enhanced by their connection.
He could tell that Loki was starting to get winded and quickly sat up, his hips moving up into Loki’s warmth as he held the niouvi in his lap, Loki’s soft pants or moans making his cock throb. He nestled his face into the crook of Loki’s neck as he fucked him, letting out a low groan. “Norns, you feel fucking amazing.”
Loki tangled his fingers in Thor’s hair, holding him closer and snapping his eyes shut when Thor quickened his pace. “N-Norns, Aesir! R-Right there! Fuck-“He let out a string of curses in his native tongue when Thor kept at that perfect angle, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as he came. Thor’s warm seed spilling into him as his cunt pulsed sent him over the edge, and his grip on Thor slackened as the waves of pleasure crashed over him.
Now that they’d climaxed, they were both trying to catch their breaths, and Thor let out a small laugh, tracing kisses up to Loki’s lips. “You’re amazing.”
Loki hummed against Thor’s lips, his thumb coming to stroke at Thor’s side. He was relieved that the prince wasn’t turned off in the slightest, and was looking forward to their life together. “How soon will we be wed?”
“In a year?” Suggested Thor, raising an eyebrow at the niouvi. “That should give us enough time to plan everything.”
“I suppose… though… if we wait, I won’t be allowed to see you until the wedding. Jotun culture states that two engaged parties shouldn’t see each other until their wedding.” Answered Loki, shyly looking into Thor’s eyes. “I don’t’ want to go a year without seeing you.”
Thor sat up hurriedly, shocked by this information. “Why can’t you see me? Surely they wouldn’t protest if you lived here with me until our wedding?”
“Jotun weddings generally happen a month after engagement… we believe that not seeing your partner until your wedding will cause the heart to grow fonder.” Explained Loki. He placed a playful kiss against Thor’s lips then, running a calming hand against his side. “They also believe that doing this makes the wedding night better as well.”
Thor wasn’t too happy about being apart from Loki for that long and frowned, pulling the niouvi a bit closer. “Then we’ll marry next week; I refuse to be apart longer than that.”
This caused an amused smile to spread across Loki’s lips, and he laughed softly, placing a tender kiss against Thor’s lips. “Then it will be as you say, betrothed.”
Thor’s heart skipped a beat when Loki called him this and he grinned, the Jotun’s deep, ruby gaze drawing him in. “You’re stunning, love.”
The compliment caused Loki’s cheeks to heat up, and he closed his eyes when Thor kissed him again, relieved that they were still getting married.
Thor sneaking a purposeful hand down to his cunt made him snort, and he pulled away when he felt Thor’s middle digit slide along his wet lips. “Do you want more, betrothed?”
Thor believed that he could listen to Loki speak to him in his lilting purr forever, as the way Loki spoke the Asgardian tongue was unlike Thor had ever heard before. He gently pumped his finger into Loki and kissed at his jugular, his cum from earlier sliding out of Loki and down his hand. “If you’re ready for me.”
Loki nodded, so Thor helped him out of his lap and onto his knees, bending him over and placing a warm kiss against the center of his back.
The niouvi arched out beneath him was a beautiful sight, and Thor placed another warm kiss against the center of Loki’s back, tracing them down to his lower back. “You’re so beautiful.”
Thor singing him praises was something he would always love, and he arched back even more for the prince, a playful glint in his rouge eyes as he looked back at him. “Thank you, betrothed.”
Seeing Loki like this made Thor feel as if he was staring at the most lewd painting in existence, and he reached down to stroke himself a few times, using the thumb of his left hand to spread Loki’s cunt apart. His cum from earlier spilled out of him as he spread him, and he grinned proudly, taking hold of Loki’s hip and sliding back into him.
The pair moaned in sync as Thor entered him, and the prince’s jaw slackened as he moved into Loki, the niouvi’s slicked warmth gripping around his cock like it was made for him.
Loki was grasping at the blanket below him as Thor fucked him, throwing his hips back and gasping, his eye squeezed shut and his face contorted into the epitome of pleasure as jolts spread through his body for every thrust.
“Norns, betrothed!” Gasped Loki, tightening around Thor when the prince moved into him and managed to hit that one spot within that caused him to see stars.
Pulling out of Loki, Thor maneuvered the Jotun onto his back and slid into him again, taking Loki’s lips with his own for an impassioned kiss as he fucked him.
A down right sinful kiss was pushed onto his lips by the prince and Loki accepted it gratefully, his tongue swirling with Thor’s as the Aesir shoved his thighs apart so that he could snap his hips into him at a rapid fire pace.
Loki broke their kiss to cry out as Thor moved into him more roughly, grasping at the Aesir’s back and holding on as he felt that familiar pressure build and build, before finally erupting into the utopic pleasure that cascaded over him in waves, again and again and again.
Thor spilling into him made him groan, and his eyes fluttered closed as the prince settled on top of him, both panting as they came down from their sexual high.
Thor kissed Loki passionately through the waves, the connection that he felt with them at this moment unparalleled. “Norns, I love you.”
The niouvi broke out into a huge grin when Thor professed this, plating a tender kiss against the prince’s lips. “I love you, too.”
Hearing this from Loki made Thor’s heart skip a beat, and he let out a joyous laugh, feeling addicted to the niouvi’s touch. “Being separated from you is going to be hell.”
“We’ll see each other again the day of the wedding.” Assured Loki, moving a hand up to gently caress Thor’s face.
Thor hummed, his own thumb tracing soft circles into Loki’s cheek. “After tonight, I’m certain we’ll have an heir before the year is over.”
Loki laughed to himself, a soft smile on his face. “How soon do Aesir have children, after marriage?”
Thor gently rolled off Loki, helping him up until he was nestled upwards in his embrace. “It depends on the social ranking of the couple. Because I am a prince, the sooner we produce an heir the better.”
“How certain are you that we can get married in a week, betrothed?”
Thor pressed a warm kiss against Loki’s cheek, continuing to hold him close. “If we wanted to get married tomorrow, my realm would make it happen.”
Loki leaned back into Thor’s warm embrace, the warm night air on his skin helping him relax. “Should we wait until our wedding night to conceive, then?”
Thor moved a warm hand to the flat plane of Loki’s stomach, kissing at his jugular again. “Probably.” He stroked at the area fondly, thoughts of Loki carrying their child beginning to fill his head. “If you weren’t a niouvi, you’d probably conceive tonight.”
This made Loki laugh, and he relaxed further, enjoying the night with Thor.
Now that they were engaged Loki could truly let go, and he enjoyed his night under the stars with Thor, feeling genuine joy for what he was sure wouldn’t be the last time.
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