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[Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] epilogue FIN 10/20/2014
« on: Thu, Sep 11, 2014, 07:36 AM »
Author: ban sidhe
Title:  Retribution
Rating:  NC-17 for violence, family issues and smut
Fandom:  Loki of mythology
Disclaimer:  Pictures were gathered from all over the Net and belong to their creators.  Gods belong to themselves
Summary:  Loki finishes his revenge.  Takes place some time after the last cycle of Ragnarok.
Pairing: Loki/Thrud
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Author's Notes:  This Loki is chaos incarnate.  He twists people to his uses, including his own children and destroys everything and everyone whoever hurt him.  Be warned.      


Retribution

“For some offenses, there is only retribution." Nora Hawks, "One Woman's Vengeance.”
― Dennis R. Miller
“Hold mirth tight against your breast, but answer every injury with bladed heart.”
― Chris Galford, At Faith's End
“When Everything you've had is stolen from you, all you have left is REVENGE”
― Emily Thorne
“Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.”
― Walter Scott, The Heart of Mid-Lothian
To exact revenge for yourself or your friends is not only a right, it's an absolute duty.
-- Stieg Larsson
“An eye for an eye is never enough. Never, never, never.”
― Adrian Phoenix
“May your first day in hell last ten thousand years, and may it be the shortest.”
― Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla

  Thrud’s hold     


                             Modi’s hold                                                                  Magni's hold
The midsummer day had dawned bright and clear, promising warmth and time for all the things that needed doing.  Still, the priestess fretted, striding from one side of the high balcony to the other as she searched for some sign, any sign of trouble.  She could never let down her guard, not while her enemies still existed in this plane.

High atop the tower of her redoubt, the breeze stirred her pale blonde hair, red cloak and white gown gently.  It brought her the scent of cook fires, the green, wet, mossy smell of the wide moat surrounding her fastness, and the sweet odor of fresh mown hay.  She looked down at the small castle, smiling as she took note of the already bustling, enclosed community.

The were two fishermen on the jetty, idly chatting about nothing in particular.  Someone had already hung several loads of laundry and she could smell the damply warm, herbed scent of the hanging clothes.  Guards strolled the top of the circular wall that kept them all secure from the invaders, always on alert.

Thrud sighed, hoping it would be safe enough to send the little ones out to pick some berries today.  The bushes were bearing now and the sweet, sharp scent of the ripe fruit made her long for a dish of them in cream.  They would have to go soon, before the white birds got them all. 

She was so tired of her constant vigilance.  Perhaps such a small indulgence was not too much to ask.  She stepped back into the cool shade of her many windowed sanctuary, rested her staff behind the door and called a servant to make her desire known. 

Thrud

In less than a twelfth eyktar, the sound of laughing, squealing children tumbling out the gate and running through the high grass came through the leaded glass and made the priestess smile.  Expressing their delight in precious freedom as only innocents could, they laughed and shouted boisterously.  She knew they would eat as much as they picked, just as she had done as a child in different, golden fields.  She smiled again, but wistfully, remembering happier times in a now vanished, long ago home.

                  ~~~~~~

A happy, carefree childhood was far from the priestess’ elder brothers’ minds.  The two big, burly, flame-haired men sat together in council.  They had just gotten word of another recent incursion by the destructive invaders.  Another village burned, the people killed or scattered into the wild. 
 
      
     
                                     Magni                                                     Modi

They were discussing how many to send in search of survivors, which of them should lead the party and how long it might be safe to stay outside the fragile safety of their deep rings of water.  Modi, the younger twin, was all for charging after the invaders to see if he might catch and kill a few.  Then look for any survivors afterward.  His slightly older, and more temperate brother, Magni, felt they should consult a seer and try to save whomever they could find first. 

So now they sat, discussing the merits of each plan, both feeling like they were wasting precious time and trying not to come to blows themselves.  I’d really like to have him go, Magni mused, if only he would listen and have some patience.  But every time Mjolnir is in his fist, he loses all sense of caution, of planning.  The village is closer to his keep and he could get there in time to save some, I think.  If he remembers that is his true mission, not killing demons. 

Modi watched his brother through slitted eyes, his brows drawn down in a frown.  Not that he was truly angry with Magni, that would have brought on the berserker rage for which he was so famous .  No, he was only irritated, impatient with his brother’s insistence on checking every detail and his worry about the mortals. 

As dedicated as his elder to protecting this favourite realm of their deceased father, Modi simply had a more direct idea of how it should be done.  Gather a mighty force and attack the monsters in their lairs rather than this wait and see, defensive, holding action Magni and their sister favoured. 

Time was not something they could afford to waste.  Each day the rift was open, more fell beasts, demons and monsters were called through by those two evil, vindictive bitches from Hel.  The daughters of his father’s sworn enemy, the hidden viper that had brought the end to all that was good and bright and pure during the last cycle of the worlds.
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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 1 ONG 09/11/2014
« Reply #1 on: Thu, Sep 11, 2014, 09:32 AM »
Interesting start!  Love the pics.

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 1 ONG 09/11/2014
« Reply #2 on: Thu, Sep 11, 2014, 11:00 AM »
I second that, interesting start indeed. Love your characterizations of Thor's sons, how they're similar to Thor and the embodiment of aspects of his personality.

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 1 ONG 09/11/2014
« Reply #3 on: Thu, Sep 11, 2014, 05:04 PM »
I could smell the sweet scent of the soft breeze and you made me remember the very taste of fresh ripe berries direct from the vine ~ beautifully written <3

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 1 ONG 09/11/2014
« Reply #4 on: Fri, Sep 12, 2014, 06:18 AM »
Thanks, guys.  Enjoy the sweetness... it doesn't last.

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 1 ONG 09/11/2014
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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 1 ONG 09/11/2014
« Reply #6 on: Sun, Sep 14, 2014, 07:02 AM »
2

Thrud received notice of her brothers’ intentions when a maid servant brought her the note from Magni’s seeress.  The letter had only just arrived by messenger bird and was still rolled in its slender case.  She put down her next to last spoonful of the sweet red berries in cream and sighed. 

She read it through and turned the slip of precious paper over.  Hurrying to get an answer back, she closed her eyes for a moment and then used her magic and her fingertip to write her response, the magic bringing a soft, azure glow to her hand.  Even though she was used to serving the goddess, the maid swallowed at that minor expression of her mistress’ power.  As soon as the answer was enclosed, she accepted it with bent head and ran to the mews to have it delivered. 

Thrud watched the young woman scurry away with sad eyes.  She remembered a time when her human servants would not have even blinked at the little magic she had just used.  They and her alfar help often played with her and her brothers as children and the elves’ magics were frequently used as part of their play and in education. 

The beautiful, delicate and wise ljosalfar that were no more.  The memories brought tears to her eyes.  She sighed and straightened her spine, disciplining her mind.  She had made a vow to never forget all that she, her brothers and all the worlds had lost, but she would not devolve into self-pity.  Thrud was a goddess, daughter of one of the strongest and the best of the old gods and she was stronger than that.

The men had finally decided to pursue the invaders together.  They would take as few of their troops as they could afford and remain able to defend against an attack.  Travel would be faster with a smaller party and they might remain unnoticed by their enemies.  Magni had insisted on bringing a goodly supply of water casks as well.

The more practical of the pair, he had explained they could use the drays and mounts to carry however many survivors they might find and they would not need to stop and resupply along the way.  If a pure supply of water could even be found.  One of their enemies’ favourite tricks was to pollute any source of the life-sustaining liquid they found. 

For now, the brothers rested, gathering their strength and hardening their hearts against the horrors to which they knew they would soon be exposed.  Destroyed homes and workplaces, ruined crops and the twisted, burnt corpses of those who had not managed to escape their enemies’ wrath.  Air filled with ash disturbed by their slow footsteps and the cloying, sulfurous  smell of death.

For Modi, it was the pitiful, shrunken, curled up corpses of once brave men and women.  Magni often freely wept at the sight of the tiny remains of the little ones and the thick, sweetish stench of scorched flesh made him retch.  The deaths of helpless animals, the ruination of the mortals’ labours and the waste of it all enraged both brothers.

So for the moment, while they waited for their troops to assemble and gather needed supplies, they relaxed and prepared themselves, girding their minds for the pain to come.  They had met for their conference at a still safe lake in the wild lands between their two keeps.  An islet in the middle sufficed to keep them secure from attack.  There was a small jetty, a delicate rope and wood lath bridge and a rough stair that led up to the twisted and warped natural topiary at the summit.



It was one of a group of several tiny, rocky extrusions that poked up from the bed of the ruddy waters.  Called Sang de Mer, (Lake of Blood), by the mortals, the lake’s waters were reddened by the iron content of the river that fed it.  The Lifewater stream originated in the high mountain range north of Modi’s keep and the lands under his protection. 

For quite some time the lake had been visited by those who needed respite from the uncomfortable business of survival outside of castle walls.  Many a caravan returning from mining ore or trading in dried fish stopped on the shores.  The quiet, rusty-coloured waters had saved lives, protection against the fiery fury of the invaders.

Modi was watching at the moment, while Magni had leant back against the tree’s roots and closed his eyes for a few moments.  The younger brother smiled to himself when his twin snored softly.  ‘Rest my eyes for a minute’, hah!  He rubbed a hand across his own eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

A mist was rising from the lake and it made distinguishing things on the far shore difficult.  It was almost time to wake his brother anyway.  Modi took one more turn around the islet and came back to where his brother lay peacefully sleeping.  With a mischievous grin, he slipped the leash off his wrist and let Mjolnir drop directly onto Magni’s chest. 

Where anyone else would have groaned and squirmed, helplessly pinned, Magni only oofed.  He grabbed the hammer and lifted it, sitting up as he did.  He glanced up at his brother, who was already settling for his own nap.  He shook his head and smiled; sometimes he could swear his brother was more ‘Uncle’ Loki’s son than their father, Thor. 

They had been friends once, until the mischievous, slighter god’s pranks got out of hand.  And his insistence that he had slept with their mother behind their father’s back.  It had led to that terrible feast where the Trickster god had a few too many and said awful things... whether true or not, it was more than the others could tolerate. 

Their punishment of him was more than cruel and it only intensified his hatred for those who refused to accept him and fueled his craving for revenge.  That twisted desire had brought about the end of everything.  Not only the gods, but their entire realm and several others, causing many races to die out. 

The connections between the remaining worlds became warped or broken, unreliable.  And most of the accessible magic in the entire universe had been burnt up in the last, great battle when Asgard finally fell.  Magni knew his sister still mourned the loss, though he could only understand her pain intellectually. 

The closest he could come was to try and imagine what it would be like to be ‘half blind’ as she claimed; to see the world in shades of grey or only muted colours, as through a fog.  It sounded horrible and he grieved for her.  She was like a wounded animal that kept trying to walk on a missing paw that had been torn off in a trap. 

However, she was not the only immortal in pain.

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 2 ONG 09/14/2014
« Reply #7 on: Sun, Sep 14, 2014, 08:01 AM »
Great new chapter.  I love your detailed descriptions, and the hints at what happened during Ragnarok.  I can hardly wait for the next chapter.

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 2 ONG 09/14/2014
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Cool chapter. Please update soon, I need to read more  ;D

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 2 ONG 09/14/2014
« Reply #9 on: Sun, Sep 14, 2014, 12:52 PM »
I just started reading this and I am so glad that I did. I love mythology and as usual, your details are wonderful. Great writing as always :) I can't wait to read more!

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 2 ONG 09/14/2014
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3  ~~~~~~

Heart wounded, the two sisters burned with the intensity of their rage and desire for vengeance.  In that, they were both very much their father’s children.  Even after ages, they still mourned the loss of their siblings and their father as though it had only happened the previous day.  ‘Never forget, never forgive’ was the vow they had made to each other and their younger sister. 

Even though they had not been physically present, the women felt the pain of the torture their brothers and especially their father had endured.  To know one child had been so changed that he attacked and killed his own brother, that two more had been been bound for eternities, and finally the entrails of your own son used to chain you to a rock until the end of the world? 

It was too much for any sentient being to survive sane.  And yet, he had survived.  Sane, well that part depended upon who was asked.  For years, writhing in agony from the venom that dripped into his eyes, repeatedly blinding him and eating away at his flesh.  His last wife had done her best, but it had not been enough.  His first wife’s daughters had not faulted her, but she was still of the race that had bound and injured him. 

Loki, god of Air and Fire, pinned to a boulder under the earth, away from the aether and light of day... for centuries of pain.  And for what?  Words?  Truths that the egotistical Aesir could not bear to have exposed to each other?   He had stripped away their blinders, punctured their vanity, and for that they tried to destroy him.  But a child of Chaos was not so easy to kill.  He lived and vowed vengeance.  And now, they would finish what he had begun. 

                  
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Hela’s realm had been one of the furthest from the cataclysm caused by the fall of Asgard.  She and it had survived.  As had her elder sisters’ home, Muspelheim, at the other end of Yggdrasil, the World Tree.  Just as in the Beginning, before worlds and gods were made... Fire and Ice remained.

Stronger than the weak children of Asgard, the fire goddesses were raising an unbeatable army.  They were Chaos kin and had more access to the deep well of magic that still existed in the primordial vacuum.  They could still find ways across the River of Memory to tap the energies of the encircling Sea of Dreams. 

      
einmyria (ashes)                  eisa (ember)

With their sister’s help, whenever there was a tremor, a ripple in reality and the rift between worlds opened wider, Eisa and Einmyria called forth more demons, monsters, fire elementals, ifrits and djinns.  They freed some to maraud at will, while others were kept working hard in their stony fortress to make weapons for Hela’s dead.

Encircled by a high grey wall of stone, raised by demons and mortared with fire-melted rock by elementals, the keep was impregnable.  The forges roared day and night, consuming any provision available, making weapons, belching out clouds of smoke, ash and heat.  The inhabitants reveled in the destruction of ordered form, the freeing of each piece of fuel’s component parts, dancing drunkenly on the smoky perfume of Chaos unleashed.

Though she held no special love for her father, Hela still smarted at the injustice that had been visited upon her.  She and her brothers, the Trickster’s middle children, had been called monsters by the vain gods of Asgard.  Not fit to live in their beautiful castle in the sky.  No, she had been thrown down to Niflheim; a cold, grey, dead expanse that housed the unworthy dead.

     
     
                                                   Hela                     
plains of Hel (Niflheim)

The Aesir’s cruel leader had thrown her brother, Jormungandr, into the depths of the encircling Sea of Dreams.  Though he flourished there, she missed him.  Coiled around her slight form, he had been her comfort, her protection as a child.  She’d never slept more peacefully than when wrapped in the World Serpent’s silken embrace. 

And strong, fierce Fenrir, the Bane of Odin, had always been the gentlest with her.  Kept her warm on cold evenings in their Jotunheim nursery.  He’d even been her mount as the children played on the vast snowfields, until the Aesir had decided they might become a threat and snatched them away from their home, their parents and each other.  Tricked, bound and tormented, he’d been left buried beneath an island to starve for eternity. 

Each had taken their part in the downfall of the old gods.  Hela still mourned her brothers who had died in taking vengeance, along with their father.  She and her sisters would see to the destruction of the remaining Aesir and end their protection of the fragile, dull realm of Midgard.  It would be the final insult to the memory of the Thunder god and all his ilk. 

Valhalla had fallen along with the gods, so all the dead would belong to her.  Forever.  The Goddess of Death smiled at the thought. 

                  
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The Lord of Chaos, ruler of Muspelheim, had not missed the depredations on his people.  But for now, he only watched the fire giant’s daughters.  He had won the last war between demons and gods, returning to his own realm triumphant and temporarily sated. 

He had waited out the destruction of worlds patiently, knowing that when the universe had settled itself there would be new realms to conquer.  The beautiful daughters of one of his favourite fire giants seemed to be working toward his own goal of returning everything to the primordial soup from which it had evolved into worlds, physical beings, space filled with suns and dull, disgusting, predictable order.

Surtr never understood what had attracted Glut to that cold jotunn, but the two of them had produced a pair of lovely, vicious children.  When this latest war of theirs was done, he thought he might take one or both to be his own consorts.  He would revel in the fire of their beings and they would burn for him.  He smiled and the demons and fire elementals that served him cowered and shook.

Chaos personified sighed, nostalgic for the elder times.  He almost missed the dark elves; they had been the first and wisest of the physically stable sentient life to understand.  The way of Chaos was the proper way of the universe. 

Wild, unrestrained by laws, undefined by such absolutes as light and dark, good and evil, being and nonbeing, no up or down, in or out, no constant save spontaneity, all in flux.  No stability to anything, not even thought and mind.  Everything, everywhere a swirl of luxuriant possibilities and savage energies.  Life coalesced out of the aether, sparked in brilliant, unnamed colours, flitted about for a time and devolved back into the primordial cosmos.  So it had been before the Beginning and so it would continue beyond the End.

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 2 ONG 09/14/2014
« Reply #12 on: Thu, Sep 18, 2014, 11:21 AM »
Cool update!
Please update soon!
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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 3 ONG 09/18/2014
« Reply #13 on: Sun, Sep 21, 2014, 06:41 PM »
Great update! I'm really enjoying this story. Please update soon!

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 3 ONG 09/18/2014
« Reply #14 on: Mon, Sep 22, 2014, 06:47 AM »
4 ~~~~~~

The Lokidottir sisters were too involved in their own plans to realise or understand they were being subtly helped and even more subtly used.  Their success would only further Surtr’s desire for complete destruction of all order in the multiverse.  They were too close to the fight to see what transpired. 

From the other end of Yggdrasil, Hela had a clearer view.  She knew somewhat more of what was happening, but it didn’t matter to her.  Surtr’s plans were very long term.  She figured everything currently living would be dust long before his strategies bore fruit.

Neither the twins, their younger sister nor the Lord of Chaos knew they were all observed by a fifth entity.  A silent shade in a hidden corner of Hela’s domain, it watched and waited for the right time.  Meanwhile, it would whisper to the living in dreams of loss and despair and the futility of resisting the inevitable.  And as it waited, it burned; a hunger and a rage that was all-consuming, never-ending, and insatiable.

While Hela and Surtr watched and the sisters plotted, Thor’s sons had trekked to the edge of the latest destruction.  Now they stood, side by side and looked out over what had only recently been a fertile plain.  There was nothing left; nothing but the faint impressions in the soil that had been roads, a few sticks of burnt buildings and in the far distance, the black finger of a basalt tower.

Magni sighed; it had been a waste of time to come so far from safety after all.  He watched as a small cloud of dust kicked up and rolled across the barren ground.  Not only was there nothing living within leagues, there weren’t even any enemy to fight.  He knew his brother was filled with as much frustration as he.
 
 

“Come, brother.  We should return home quickly.  Who knows what path these marauders may have taken?  They could be closing on our keeps as we stand here.”

Modi growled, angry and just as frustrated as Magni had imagined.  He knew his brother was correct, but it did nothing to assuage his pent rage at the destruction and loss of life.  He slammed one massive fist against the other palm; the only release for his annoyance he had.  Magni had insisted on carrying the hammer until it was needed.  Still, distant thunder rolled.

The brothers gathered their people and began the trek back to living lands.  Along the way, they passed more evidence of the invaders’ pernicious presence.  A steaming, polluted stream and pond, dead greenery floating in the now toxic water, and later what appeared a meteorite crater in the barren plain, with smoke issuing from it and some kind of activity along one side of the rim. 

   
 
It was all Magni could do to hold his brother back.  Modi, infuriated by the waste and cancerous presence of their enemies, would have charged the enclave alone and most likely have gotten himself overwhelmed and killed.  It took all Magni’s strength and convincing to restrain him.  Soured by frustration, he spoke not a word for the remainder of their trip home.

They reached Modi’s stone fortress, set in the center of its small lake, as dusk was settling over the aspen woods.  Weary and heartsick, the soldiers and gods trooped tiredly over the stone causeway and through the first tower.  The drawbridge had been lowered at their approach and they marched straight into the outer bailey. 

There they separated, the Aesir heading directly to Modi’s chambers to bathe, refresh themselves and rest.  The troops marched back to their barracks, having armour to put up before they took refreshment and bathed.  Servants took the mounts and pack horses and tended to them.  Everyone was depressed and fearful.

As was the norm, there had not even been any bodies left to identify the dead.  Just small piles of ash with an occasional tiny piece of bone intermixed.  While their forebears had burned their deceased, it was done with reverence and ceremony.  Not this unholy obliteration of everything.  These poor souls might wander for all eternity, looking for their possessions, unsure of their status in the afterlife, and likely to haunt any remaining family or friends. 

Thrud received the painful news in her scrying chamber atop the redoubt’s tower.  Sighing, she sent acknowledgement and commiseration back.  Knowing her brothers chafed to do more, she did not ask what their next move should be.  The goddess had no wish to inflame them further, realising they would be smarting from their inability to have rescued any survivors or engaged the enemy.

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 4 ONG 09/22/2014
« Reply #15 on: Mon, Sep 22, 2014, 12:35 PM »
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Neither the twins, their younger sister nor the Lord of Chaos knew they were all observed by a fifth entity.

I can hardly wait to learn more about this mysterious fifth entity.

So, Loki is the god of air and fire in your story.  But he is still a frost giant, isn't he?  Not that it really matters though...

Love the story and the universe you created.  And I love the pics you posted.
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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 4 ONG 09/22/2014
« Reply #16 on: Tue, Sep 23, 2014, 03:31 AM »
Love the chapter and pictures. Please update soon, I'm so curious what happens next.

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 4 ONG 09/22/2014
« Reply #17 on: Tue, Sep 23, 2014, 06:04 AM »
Loki, in Norse mythology is referred to as both As and Jotun.  His father was a Jotun and his mother probably Aesir or Vanir, (nobody's sure).  He is the God of Air and Fire as well as later being referred to as the God of Mischief.  Not the God of Lies as many people believe.  One of his kennings, (like a nickname), is the FATHER of Lies. 

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 4 ONG 09/22/2014
« Reply #18 on: Sat, Sep 27, 2014, 02:25 AM »
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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 5 ONG 09/27/2014
« Reply #19 on: Sat, Sep 27, 2014, 06:11 AM »
Sure, M.  Because you asked so nicely.  Just a short one.

5 ~~~~~~


Deep within the great stone fortress, the news was being reported as well.  The flame witch with the burning eyes crouched before her mistresses drooling a verdigris acid from burgundy lips.  As she whispered her story, drops were flung before her to hiss and smoke, eating away at the stony floor. 

Long, grey-black, many-jointed, slender extremities framed her face, peeking out from under the hood of the black cloak she wore.  They moved as she spoke, twitching and flexing as if they had a separate life of their own.  She had recently feasted heartily and it was readily apparent by the increased activity of her claw-tipped cranial appendages, the brightness of the flames in her eyes.

 
Blasa

“You have pleased us, Blasa.”  Einmyria turned from where the sisters’ were working to further open a rift.  “Were any left?  Or questioned before being consumed, at least?”  She did not sound unpleased, but the witch lowered herself more anyway.  Her sister continued their conjuration, although the witch knew she listened.

“It was only a small village, Mistress.  Not much to be seen; few to answer queries... and so frail.  Only one strong enough to even survive my approach.  He did scream answers to a few questions before his awareness of anything but pain dissipated.”  She grinned, exposing black fangs.   

“The mortal did admit we are nearing one of the Asgardians’ main enclaves.  And it is well protected by a wide and deep lake.  From the description, it appears to be unassailable still.  We have not the numbers required to evaporate enough water to allow a crossing.  However, the fortress is surrounded by heavy woods; good feeding and much fuel for the forges.”

“Worry not, my fearsome witch,” the goddess smiled.  “As soon as Eisa and I complete this spell, the rift will admit more of your brethren and then we shall destroy those puling humans and their hapless ‘protectors’.”  She laughed and the walls trembled, as did her emissary.

               
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The brothers awoke in the wee hours of the night, startled out of sleep by a deep rumbling and irregular tremors.  Objects on flat surfaces danced and jiggled, hanging lanterns swayed, the arrases lining the walls rippled and shook, shedding accumulated dust.  Birds took flight and dogs began to howl. 

Both men, half dressed, leapt up and reached for weapons.  Modi held the mighty hammer in one fist, he’d jammed a long knife into his belt.  He met his sleepy brother on the ramparts; Magni held shield and sword, though he was still barefoot and his hair unbound. 

They turned as one to the mountains behind the stronghold, noting an eerie, pulsating glow reflecting into the clouds that floated beyond the peaks.  Magni sighed and glanced aside at Modi. 

“I fear those two evil creatures have opened another rift, brother.  More of their foul fiends will be crossing the gap to harass us soon.”  Both brothers remembered the last time they had felt the earth quake thus.  It had signified the release of the Destroyer of Realms from his chains beneath the earth and his wrath had been terrible.

Modi snorted and smiled angrily.  “Harass us, brother?  They mean to exterminate us and every other breathing thing on this world.  And they seem bent on destroying everything we care about first.  To make us suffer for their imagined slights?  Their father and siblings brought about their own doom.  All because of Loki’s perceived insults!” 

“I understand your feelings, brother.  But I can see their point of view, as well.  Revenge is a powerful motivator.”  He held up a hand, forestalling the other’s protest. 

“It’s not that I don’t think the Trickster deserved punishment, I do.  But it was most cruelly done.  Grandfather would have been wiser to have simply ended Loki and left his children, monstrous or otherwise, out of it.”

“Otherwise, brother?  They were ravening beasts, killing and eating all that crossed their paths!”

“The snake and the wolf, yes.  But Hela was only frightening to look upon, not evil.  And Sigyn’s boys were innocents.” 

Magni shook his head.  “That poor woman.  Can you imagine her pain?  One child transformed into a shape so wild, that he mindlessly killed his own brother?  Then to use the mangled child’s entrails to bind his father?  And finally to spend ages trapped below ground watching your husband scream and writhe in pain every time you had to leave for just a moment to empty the bowl of poison that caused his agony?

“I remember Sigyn.  She was the most loyal and compassionate of women, always kind and forgiving.  She certainly did not deserve what our forebears put her through.  Watching her suffer alongside him must have only fueled Loki’s rage.”

“You are too sympathetic, Magni.  The chaos sisters will have no mercy on us.  Harden your soft heart, brother.  It’s them or us.  I say it is past time we take the fight to them, before they utterly ruin everything.”

Magni knew his brother was probably right.  He had also begun to feel taking only defensive action was a losing battle.  His fear was that while they were away from their protected places, the chaos sisters would discover a way to enter and tear them down.  Their retainers would fight fiercely to protect their homes, but without the gods to rally and lead the the fight, they would fail. 

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 5 ONG 09/27/2014
« Reply #20 on: Sat, Sep 27, 2014, 12:39 PM »
Love the update (even though it's only a short one) and the pics.  Love the way you're setting everything up for the confrontation between these adversaries. :)

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 5 ONG 09/27/2014
« Reply #21 on: Sun, Sep 28, 2014, 04:04 AM »
Way cool  ^-^

I need to read more soon!

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 6 ONG 09/30/2014
« Reply #22 on: Tue, Sep 30, 2014, 09:45 AM »
6   ~~~~~~

Opening the rift had gone well, tiring as it was.  The sisters now had a whole new group of even stronger demons at their command.   Kai, a warrior fire spirit to lead some of the fiercer elementals, the demons Eth and Nuri as his generals, Aodhfin to lead the first charge and cow the humans into fleeing, breaking their spirits and their battle training. 

Best of all, the two assassin elementals, Oriel and Fia, who could slip unseen past the mortal guards as part of the simple fires the humans used and thought tamed.  Their powers to entrance were without compare and they could mesmerize the mortals into doing half the work for them.  Hypnotise the humans’ simple minds and have their own kind free the fire spirits to do their work from inside the castle walls. 

Kai                                                                Eth

Oriel                                                                    Aodhfin  (oui [like the French] ghr fin)
               
 
   
       
Fia                                                                         Nuri (Noo- rhi)rolled r

As soon as they recovered from their labours, it would be time to plan their first major assault on the Asgardians’ retreats.  Once the three godlings were dealt with, the rest would be easy.  The sisters grinned at each other as they went to rest.  Everything would be theirs soon.

While the fire goddesses rested and the brothers watched the slow approach of the demon army, their younger sister dreamed.  It was no pleasant vision from past happy times and she tossed her head and moaned.  Waking with a start and a muffled cry, the goddess lurched to her feet.

She had felt the heat of the flames in her nightmare, and rushed to her window, throwing it open.  The soft breeze dried the slick sweat on her brow, cooling her and bringing momentary respite from her fear.  Before she’d caught her breath and her heart had stopped racing, the vision struck again, driving her to her knees with a panicked cry.

Shaking her head to clear the horrible images, Thrud strode swiftly out and to the ramparts of the castle’s highest tower.  Automatically, her gaze lifted to the direction of Modi’s keep.  While there were mountains and valleys in between, her gaze was longer than a human’s.  The faintest of rosy glows lighting up the bottoms of the few clouds only fueled her worry.

Shuddering, she took a deep breath and attempted to See her brothers.  At first, all she could see were flames, smoke and embers.  Broken stone walls and things dancing through the raging fires.

Then sound kicked in and the screaming started.  Even over the roar of the fires everywhere, the crackling of burning buildings and crashes as they collapsed, showering more sparks around.  Thrud gasped, her hand coming up to her mouth to keep her sudden nausea at bay.  Some of those wailing, jerking creatures were people and animals.  On fire.  Burning to death.  Where were her brothers?   
 
 

Finally, the vision focused on a strong male figure running toward the worst of the inferno.  Long sword strapped to his back, golden red tresses bound back, it had to be Magni.  Thrud gasped and it was her undoing. 

Now, her vision intensified and she could actually smell the battle.  The stink of the demons, woodsmoke and burned stone.  But the worst, that had her leaning forward and vomiting on the hem of her gown, was the sickly sweet scent of charring flesh. 

Staring at the stones beneath her feet, the goddess missed the final clash between Magni and one of the worst of the monsters.  Aodhfin, three times the god’s height, stood before the defiant Aesir godling and cracked his whip in glee.

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 6 ONG 09/30/2014
« Reply #23 on: Tue, Sep 30, 2014, 11:49 AM »
Nice update!

Love your fiery monsters!  I'm sure Magni and Modi will have their hands full fighting these fire demons.  They look pretty strong and dangerous and hard to defeat. :)

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 6 ONG 09/30/2014
« Reply #24 on: Wed, Oct 01, 2014, 12:48 AM »
Cool chapter!
I love the pictures, too.
Please update soon!

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 7 ONG 10/03/2014
« Reply #25 on: Fri, Oct 03, 2014, 06:34 AM »
7 ~~~~~~

The last battle was fierce, if desperate.  Glorious to the warriors’ minds.  It would be truly epic and deserving of songs and poems.  If only there were skalds left to to tell it. 

But this time, there would be no one left to immortalize their struggle.  Their end was upon them, Ragnarok revisited.  The brothers feared this was truly the Last Battle.  The Cycle would finally be broken.

Even as they crossed the flaming field of war, slaying hordes of the demons that heralded the doom of worlds, they wept for what was being lost, destroyed in a paroxysm of an eternal, deathless hatred.

Their vassals tried their best, literally throwing themselves into living infernos in an attempt to quench the flames of annihilation with the fluids of their own frail mortal forms.  But it would all be for naught.  The forces of their enemies were too great.

Too soon the now barren ground was littered only with the broken remains of the last stronghold.  No more than broken stone remained, the devouring fires leaving nothing of anything living behind.  Barely even any ash to blow about on the breath of their destruction.

One brother went down and his sibling rushed through the flames in an attempt to bring succor.  He blanched at the awful sound of his brother’s agony and ran faster, bellowing his rage.  It was too late.

 

He sobbed helplessly at the sight when the fire demons opened a way for him.  The strong form now twisted and bent, reduced to nothing but blackened sticks inside his glowing hot armour.  His sword lay at his side, the blade partly melted from the fierce heat of the creatures that ended him.  He had taken many down before succumbing himself.  But there would be no Valhalla for him. 

Laughing, one of the enemy’s generals approached.  “Lay down your weapon, foolish creature.  You have no hope of success here.  My mistress comes and she would have you on your knees.” 

Hands clenched into fists, the tall warrior refused.  “Never!  The warriors of Asgard do not bow to the likes of you, foul beast!”

A dark flame separated itself from the wall of fire surrounding him.  “Foul beast?  Is that a fitting title for your cousin, Asgardian?  You and your kind have always lived too much in the past.   The Realm Eternal is no more, Modi.” 

Eisa materialised into her solid Aspect, but still dressed in a blaze of beautiful hues.  Reds, oranges and glimmering gold caressed her svelte form in a flickering gown of flame.  Her curly, long mane of auburn hair flowed free and floated about her face and creamy shoulders. 

Hammer limply held by his side, Modi stared, open-mouthed.  This was one of Loki’s eldest.  One of the daughters he’d gotten on a fire giantess.  Suddenly, he understood.  All that his brother had said was true.  Revenge for her father and siblings’ pain was writ plain on her beautiful, angry face.

“You would destroy everything?  Ruin all the worlds just to avenge your family’s honour?”  He whispered it in shock.

“It is my father’s wish,” she calmly answered, smiling pleasantly.  She was lovely, even in her anger. 

“Your father died an age ago.  As did mine and all their enemies.  There is no need for this perpetuating of old wounds.”  Modi somehow found more eloquence than he ever had.

She smiled softly at him again.  “Did he?  You know naught of my father’s life.  Nor his abilities, what he really is.  His peers, your father amongst them, truly did not understand.  They gave him many kennings, but the truest, they ignored until it was too late.”  Chuckling quietly, she shook her head at him.

Modi frowned and shook his head in puzzlement.

Eisa laughed again, not unkindly, he thought.  “Odin made a grave mistake when he bound the God of Air and Fire into a physical form.  Do you truly not comprehend what that means?”

“Is, you said is.  Are you saying Loki lives?”  Modi spoke, incredulous.

“Even now he... visits... with your delectable sister,” she hissed and smiled at the horror on his face.

The pain of his own imagined terror for what sweet, strong, brave Thrud must be experiencing did finally drive the warrior to his knees.  A hopeless, helpless moan escaped his lips.  “Please, no!”

“You are brave, if foolish, son of Thor.  As was your brother.  I was too far afield to offer him the choice I now place before you.  Unlike your father and his kind, we are not without mercy for those deserving of it.”  Eisa smiled and even through the blasts of heat and in the glow of the fires, it was cold and unforgiving.  Modi waited silently for the rest.

“Take up your brother’s sword and you may use it for a quick and painless death.  My followers unfortunately became too excited to remember their orders when faced with such a mighty foe.  I would have given him the same choice.”

“Commit suicide?  Just to die with less pain?  That is a coward’s end!”  Modi grew enraged again.  His fingers tightened on Mjolnir's handle and the hammer hummed, though he did not lift her.

“Is it?  What purpose would your agony serve?  My father offers your sister a similar easing and...”  The goddess’ face grew blank for a moment.  She nodded with another chilly smile.  “Wise.  She has accepted.  You would do well to agree also.”

“She would never...”  He exploded furiously. 

“No?  Would you care to see?”  She now grinned, enjoying making him squirm.  “You will not be pleased by it, I fear.”

“What... what did he offer?”  Modi gulped a question, rather than answer the sorceress directly.

“Why to die in pleasure, rather than pain.  He always did love her mother, you know.  And she is the image of Sif.”  She giggled nastily.  “He will return to his Asgardian Aspect and take her body, flooding her mind with the magic she has lost.  It will overwhelm her defenses and she will die in ecstasy.”

Modi’s head fell.  “No,” he moaned softly. The thought of his beautiful sister sullied by that handsome monster made him physically ill.  He knew Thrud would not be able to refuse an offer of the return of her magic, no how matter how briefly.

Eisa moved closer to Magni’s crumpled form.  She bent and retrieved the shortened sword, offering it to Modi.  “Here, warrior.  It is time to end your pain.”  She actually sounded sympathetic, murmuring the words softly.

Tears falling freely from his eyes, Modi shook his head.  “I cannot.  If you truly feel mercy, do it yourself.  Please.  Now, before I recover my senses.”

Sighing in frustration, Eisa leveled the truncated blade.  “Asgardians,” she sighed.  “Always so stubborn about their ‘honour’.”  And she drove the sword through his broken heart. 

Looking back over a shoulder as she walked into the wall of fire, the lovely fire giant waved a hand at her demon army.  “Finish it,” she said calmly.  The demons howled in glee and the temporary circle in the roaring blaze shrank to nothing, the gods’ bodies consumed in the inferno almost instantly.

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 7 ONG 10/03/2014
« Reply #26 on: Sat, Oct 04, 2014, 12:18 AM »
Good chapter! It's a really cool story.

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 7 ONG 10/03/2014
« Reply #27 on: Tue, Oct 07, 2014, 03:55 AM »
I love the wording you used in the first paragraphs.

I wouldn't have thought that you'd kill the two brothers that easily.  I must admit that it came as a surprise.  So Loki is still alive, huh?  Is he some kind of incorporeal form who can take on other Aspects?

Great work.  Please update soon!

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 7 ONG 10/03/2014
« Reply #28 on: Tue, Oct 07, 2014, 05:59 AM »
When Loki was killed during Ragnarok, his spirit, (soul, if you will), was sent to Hel, the realm of the dead not deserving of Valhalla.  It is ruled by his daughter, Hela, who cannot help but overlook her father's misdeeds.  Loki loves his children fiercely and deeply regrets not being able to protect them while in corporeal form.  He would do almost anything to avenge the pain they suffered.  He hates the Aesir for harming them even more than for what they did to him. 

And Loki has always been a shapeshifter and a world-walker.  He knows many secret ways to travel between the realms, and has gathered more ancient and forgotten knowledge than any other being except the Norns themselves.  His natural form is fire as he was born of a lightning strike when his father, Farbauti, struck his mother, Laufey, in anger.  Fire is chaos and destruction when not contained, and he revels in his true nature.

The brothers represent order and stability, always a temporary condition in the greater scheme of things.  Although desirable by physical beings, it is really only the universe taking a quick breath to rest before returning to the bubbling cauldron of eternal change.  Never meant to be permanent. 

Thanks for enjoying and commenting.  More to come soon.   ;D

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Re: [Loki of myth] Retribution [NC-17] chapter 8 ONG 10/08/2014
« Reply #29 on: Wed, Oct 08, 2014, 08:38 AM »
8 ~~~~~~
      
WARNING: Forced sex ending in character death

The goddess wailed, collapsing against the shield wall of the high tower.  She had felt the blade pierce her brother’s chest as if it were her own.  Fortunately, she had not yet located them when Magni had burned, though she did feel his loss. 

Head lowered in grief and pain, she did not see the approach of Chaos’ army.  But she didn’t need to; she could hear them in the roaring of the gale from the fires and the crackle, pop and hiss of burning green things.  The scent of death was everywhere now.  Thrud knew her own time was almost over.  She prayed to her ancestors it would be quick.

Knowing she was helpless to stop the onslaught of the demon horde without access to her full power, Thrud remained kneeling.  Her face pressed into the no longer cool stone, she closed her ears and mind away from the horrors she knew were occurring just below her.  Until the slight scrape of a cautious step sounded right behind her.  Thrud leapt to her feet and spun 180 degrees in a whirl of golden tresses and pale skirts. 

“Ah, sweet Thrud.  You were always your father’s favourite.  Did you know?  He would do anything for you.  To keep you safe.”

The goddess slowly lifted unbelieving eyes.  She was sure she recognised that venomous hiss.  She had heard it many centuries ago, whispering its poisonous lies from the dark.  It was not possible.

The creature standing before her was bathed in flame; no made of flame.  She gasped and it tilted its head in an all too familiar gesture.  The sneering smile, the blazing green eyes...

“Loki!”  It was torn unwilling from her throat. 

The smirk widened and his head lifted.  He was pleased by her shocked recognition.  He waved away the demons surrounding them when she instinctively stepped back. 

“Your brothers were just as surprised, though I fail to understand why.”  He had phrased it as a statement, but she sensed he had asked a question.  And it appeared he expected her to answer.

“You... you... died.  During Ragnarok.  Heimdall...”

“Do not speak that name!”  The fires roared and rose high, a wave of heat sweeping over Thrud, burning her fair skin.  The goddess could hear her hair crisping and smell it singe.  She closed her eyes, tears of pain squeezing out from under the lids, her face going red and tingling fiercely from the power that washed over her.

She swayed, unable to stop taking a step back from the strength of his magic.  Even though it drew her, too.  So potent, bubbling and churning, like a river full of rapids.  Thrud lifted her eyes to Loki’s face once again.  She knew there were dangerous currents in that flow and hidden dangers causing the swirls and eddies that she sensed just below the relatively calm exterior.

“You were all such fools, thinking you knew of that with which you played.  Your greatest sorcerers were as children to me.  Killing that body only freed me to return to my natural form.” 

When the goddess gasped, wide-eyed, he smiled.  “I am a child of Chaos, little goddess, and fire is my primary element.  That which you call magic flows through my being as blood through your veins.  You cannot destroy something you barely understand so easily.”

Thrud’s head fell as she realised there was no hope left.  Not for her, nor for any of the living worlds.  Sighing, she dropped to her knees.  “What would you have of me, my Lord?” she whispered softly.

Loki laughed, almost affectionately.  “Such hubris.  What makes you think you possess anything I desire?”  When she began to weep helplessly, his head tilted to the side.  “There is perhaps one thing...” 

She looked up, afraid to hope.  “I remember your mother well.  A lovely creature and a fierce warrior, too.  Just as fierce between the sheets as she was on the battlefield.”  Thrud gaped, her mouth falling open and her eyes went round. 

Loki smiled again.  “Oh, you didn’t know?  No, I suppose your parents would not have mentioned such a shameful thing as your father being cuckolded by his best friend.
 
“Sweet Sif, she was so distraught he insisted she remain behind when he left to battle giants again.  They had just discovered her pregnancy, you see.  He was fearful of her being injured and losing the child.  That being you, of course. 

“So, good friend that I was, I comforted her.  She worried so that her husband would no longer find her attractive.  I proved to her that she still was... very much so.”  He chuckled meanly.  “Once she realised what we had done, she never forgave me, but it mattered not.”

Thrud gulped; she knew his penchant for lying, but what reason could he have now?  Sickened, she could barely manage a whisper.  “And I, my Lord?”

“I would taste you as well, little goddess.  Before I send you to your kin.”  Loki’s green eyes brightened as he gazed down at her.  His fiery form rippled and in a blink, the Loki she remembered stood before her.  The handsome, slender-limbed, fire-crowned god from her childhood; the man who occasionally visited and made her and her brothers laugh so with his antics and stories. 

“Yggdrasil!  It really is you!”  She gulped, a hand coming up to grasp her own throat.  He was still so beautiful, almost feminine in his features and grace of movement.  Playing with ginger braids that hung from his temples, she could still see the tiny scars above and below those thin, well-shaped cherry lips.  As when she was growing up, a fearsome energy and wild sexuality radiated from him.

 

Loki glanced down at himself.  Sweeping one long-fingered hand down his chest and abdomen, he smirked.  “This?  This is but a mask.  What you saw before... that is who I really am.  But I cannot touch you in that Aspect without you screaming and writhing in agony as your delicate flesh withers away and turns to ash.”

He leaned closer and she could see the green fires of seidr still burning in his eyes.  “You were but an innocent child when last I saw you.  I am not without any mercy, Thrud.  I would send you to your brothers in pleasure, not pain, if you wish it.  If not, you will feel my daughters’ wrath.  The choice is yours.”  With that the God of Air and Fire turned and walked to the far end of her sanctuary and reclined upon a padded bench. 

Shuddering as she understood the end of everything she held dear was upon her, the goddess sighed once and decided.  She would take the Liesmith’s mercy.  She only hoped he wasn’t lying now.

Slowly, Thor’s youngest child rose to her feet.  Unable to meet that brilliant viridian gaze, she quietly paced the length of the room until she stood before him.  Lowering herself to her knees once more, she murmured softly, “I will accept your mercy, my Lord.” 

She could not contain a soft sob of anguish from escaping, however.  Even so, she carefully began to unlace her gown.  As the white, silken fabric slipped off her shoulders, Loki purred quietly.  “You are as beautiful as your mother was.  And I always did appreciate a good looking woman.” Thrud only shuddered silently.

Loki waved a languid hand, magically disappearing his own garments.  “You may begin, child,” he crooned, widening his legs more. 

The goddess took a deep breath and wet her lips.  She knew exactly what he wanted.  She blushed slightly, not pleased that she should be so humiliated, but what else could she expect?  She scooted close between his knees and lowered her face into Loki’s lap.

It was a surprisingly short time until he grasped her hair just behind the crown of her head and groaned.  His slim hips jerking forward, driving himself deep into the goddess’ throat, Loki came with a shuddering hiss of pleasure.  Thrud had no choice but to swallow and only then she was allowed to gulp for air. 

She shivered in disgust, at him and herself for being so weak.  She trembled more as the power and magic of Loki’s essence spread through her long depleted body.  Eyes wide in shock, Thrud looked up to see him smiling, satisfied and smug. 

“You’ve missed that, haven’t you, little goddess?” he purred, cruelly.  “Come here and I will give you more.”  He waved at his lap, still standing firm and brought his spread legs closer to give her room.  Helpless in her need, eager now, Thrud climbed atop the beautiful former As and settled onto his proudly standing staff.

She was completely lost, riding the waves of magic he infused into her, not even trying to control the chaos ripping through her.  “Loki,” she gasped, clinging to her abuser as true colour, pure sound and magic returned to her.  The second time, they climaxed together. 

Afterward, he had stood and without withdrawing, carried her across the room and back to her couch.  Now, he covered her and filled her womb again with his seed and his power.  Thrud threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy. 

Her body now almost glowed with the amount of magic that had been poured into her.  Trembling and twitching as if she had suffered a strong electrical shock, Thrud tried to hold him off.  “Please, Loki.  A moment.  I cannot... I...”  She began to weep again, paralyzed and defenseless against him. 

Loki only laughed and leaned down to capture her mouth.  He thrust his tongue deep and breathed into her, forcing even more magic literally down her throat.  Her eyes flew wide and she groaned, a soft, high keening of frightened and helpless fear.  And the god had never slowed his driving into her body even as he kissed her.  She was lost to the magic now, blind and deaf to anything but the power racing through her veins, consuming her.

The final time Loki released into Thrud, she seized.  Her eyes rolled back, showing only the whites and she shook as a leaf before a storm.  Shaking hard, limbs flailing, her spine twisting and bending her pale form into a bow and her hair floating about her thrashing head.

Loki simply stepped back enough to avoid an accidental blow and watched.  He looked down  dispassionately, arms crossed over his chest, as the woman before him came apart.  Literally.

The goddess’ body began to glow with too much concentrated magic and she continued to shudder and flail.  A high, ecstatic keening was forced from between clenched jaws and her head tossed wildly.  The glow intensified, breaking through her skin and in seconds her body swelled slightly and just... evaporated.  Rather like the morning mist from a body of water when the sun finally crests the hills and beams down.

Opening his arms widely, the personification of Chaos closed his eyes, smiling broadly and took a deep breath.  Sighing contentedly, Loki sucked back in all that had been Thrud as well as his own magic.  Settling with a tiny shake, his green eyes reopened and he smiled again in wicked pleasure as he became a living blaze once more.

Turning to the nearest window, Loki reached out and everything burst into flame as he left.  Midgard was done  Time for the grande finale; his confrontation with Surtr, that imperious oaf.