The Last Days of Magic and Glory (Loki/Thor, implied rape, mpreg) 6/?tzzzzJune 5 2012, 20:34:55 UTC
They did not find Loki, but when the horse lead him back to the gates of the capital, it’s head hung low and weary from their travels, Thor felt as though the stillness had settled into his soul, contentment shrouding him like the great warm blanket he and Loki would cuddle under as children.
Loki did not mean to be found, but he meant to share something of his soul with Thor, that much was certain. Thor knew he had not met the horse by accident, but through some profound machination of his brother’s.
Thor smiled, stroking the horse’s neck as he lead it through the pastures on the outskirts of the city, down sun dappled paths strewn with leaves. Summer had passed them by as they rode and fall was upon them.
“You can tell him that he need not return swiftly if he does not wish it,” Thor told the horse. “I understand now, why the world tempts him away. But I miss him dearly. Tell him to return to me so that we may share these gifts he has given me.”
The horse snorted, seemingly disdainful of the idea that she could communicate with Loki at all. She had a sense of humor, Thor had learned in their travels.
Thor found a stall for his new steed in the stables and left the door unlocked when the horse gave a frustrated whinny when he made to lock it.
“Of course,” Thor acknowledged. “I will not steal your freedom.” A sadness settled suddenly upon his heart, because he was a crown prince, one-day a king, and he could feel the creeping weight of the chains that would bind him with responsibility one day. There would be no months riding on the endless plain, no frivolous nights spent camped out in the woods or dozing with his head in his brother’s lap as Loki read about the secrets of the great beyond. Though Thor had been fullgrown for centuries now, he was finally feeling the gate to his childhood swing shut, as he had closed the gate to the pasture door earlier.
He patted the horse with sorrow, knowing that she would one day again be free, while Thor would remain here.
“Do you think that’s where he’s gone?” Thor asked the horse. “Do you think that with father’s threats he realized that mischief would no longer be tolerated and that if he returned, it would be to responsibility and not freedom? We are growing into our inheritance day by day. Do you think he meant to make me realize all the wonders of the universe that would be denied to me once the duties of the throne came upon me?” Loki’s gifts were always part wonder and part cruelty, after all.
The horse did not answer, instead munching on the hay that the stable hands had fetched for her.
Thor sighed. “I must go to the palace now. But promise me this: if you do long for freedom once again, you will not leave before letting me say goodbye.” Like his brother had.
The horse stopped chewing, nuzzling at Thor’s throat in assent. With one last stroke her her flank, Thor made his way toward the palace.
Re: The Last Days of Magic and Glory (Loki/Thor, implied rape, mpreg) 6/?zedilleJune 6 2012, 09:33:19 UTC
I'm looking forward to more of this! I loved Thor's bonding with the horse and coming to understand his brother's attitudes towards to life, that passage was beautifully done. How will Thor react when he realizes it was Loki the whole time? :D
Re: The Last Days of Magic and Glory (Loki/Thor, implied rape, mpreg) 6/?tzzzzJune 7 2012, 01:10:22 UTC
Thank you! I'm happy you enjoyed the writing style (a little weird for a bestial noncon mpreg, but I'm going with it). Thor is going to be very surprised to find out that Loki has been with him all along.
Loki did not mean to be found, but he meant to share something of his soul with Thor, that much was certain. Thor knew he had not met the horse by accident, but through some profound machination of his brother’s.
Thor smiled, stroking the horse’s neck as he lead it through the pastures on the outskirts of the city, down sun dappled paths strewn with leaves. Summer had passed them by as they rode and fall was upon them.
“You can tell him that he need not return swiftly if he does not wish it,” Thor told the horse. “I understand now, why the world tempts him away. But I miss him dearly. Tell him to return to me so that we may share these gifts he has given me.”
The horse snorted, seemingly disdainful of the idea that she could communicate with Loki at all. She had a sense of humor, Thor had learned in their travels.
Thor found a stall for his new steed in the stables and left the door unlocked when the horse gave a frustrated whinny when he made to lock it.
“Of course,” Thor acknowledged. “I will not steal your freedom.” A sadness settled suddenly upon his heart, because he was a crown prince, one-day a king, and he could feel the creeping weight of the chains that would bind him with responsibility one day. There would be no months riding on the endless plain, no frivolous nights spent camped out in the woods or dozing with his head in his brother’s lap as Loki read about the secrets of the great beyond. Though Thor had been fullgrown for centuries now, he was finally feeling the gate to his childhood swing shut, as he had closed the gate to the pasture door earlier.
He patted the horse with sorrow, knowing that she would one day again be free, while Thor would remain here.
“Do you think that’s where he’s gone?” Thor asked the horse. “Do you think that with father’s threats he realized that mischief would no longer be tolerated and that if he returned, it would be to responsibility and not freedom? We are growing into our inheritance day by day. Do you think he meant to make me realize all the wonders of the universe that would be denied to me once the duties of the throne came upon me?” Loki’s gifts were always part wonder and part cruelty, after all.
The horse did not answer, instead munching on the hay that the stable hands had fetched for her.
Thor sighed. “I must go to the palace now. But promise me this: if you do long for freedom once again, you will not leave before letting me say goodbye.” Like his brother had.
The horse stopped chewing, nuzzling at Thor’s throat in assent. With one last stroke her her flank, Thor made his way toward the palace.
TBC soon!
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