Prompt Post 3
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THIS ROUND IS CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS.
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"Hunted"
Another branch caught Loki's tunic and he stumbled blindly into a dark patch of undergrowth. Without even a moment's hesitation, he clawed his way back up and forced his aching legs to push him forward once more. His lungs burned and his entire body stung all over from cuts and scrapes the forest inflicted upon him.
The young prince found himself in a situation most undignified- running frantically through the forests of Asgard, tripping over his own feet and the roots of ancient trees too many times to count. Not far behind him, he heard the whooping and shouting of the Warriors Three. Turning quickly on his heel he dove clumsily into a small cluster of rocks and gritted his teeth as he pulled himself up and over. His arms had long since given out what little physical strength they possessed. He landed on his shoulder, hard, and stifled back a cry of pain before he pressed on. He hoped that the Warriors Three would not guess that he had darted in the opposite direction.
He was more terrified of being found and captured by Sif or Thor, truth be told. He had no idea where they were at the moment, only that the Warriors Three had cornered him some time ago and he barely escaped with his clothing intact. The finery he so vainly prided himself on was now his greatest regret. It weighed him down and entrapped him in the jagged forest.
Loki nearly twisted his ankle on the crags and jagged floor of the forest. Were he not running in blind panic at the moment, he would have stopped to admire the haunting beauty of the ancient wood. The light poured in through thick overgrowth, dappling the forest floor with patterns of gold like stained glass. The air was thick and damp there with a refreshing chill. Loki however, was feeling very overheated at the moment and took no note of the lush atmosphere.
He struggled with the torn remnants of his cloak, wretchedly tangled and unable to effectively unfasten it from the elaborate clasps on either shoulder. His arm at some point had caught the cloak through a ripped hole. Though he still had freedom of movement with the arm, the thick cloth cut into his armpit with every stride, chafing the delicate skin. Even if he escaped this nightmare without punishment being served, he would have more than his share of bruises and cuts to tend to.
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The Warriors Three sounded fainter and fainter in the distance. His scrambling over the rocks had at least fooled them into thinking he'd continued northward. Loki slowed a bit, catching his breath and doubling over in exhaustion. He could at least dry his feet with a small spell. Surely he could manage that. Spreading his pale fingers wide, he splayed both palms in the air over his soaked boots and whispered the incantation. When nothing happened, his heart dropped.
Even the Allfather was approving of his sentence, blocking his powers. Loki wanted to sink to the ground and cry in utter frustration and despair.
His ruminations were interrupted by the sound of bushes and branches snapping and Sif came bursting through into the clearing. Loki took off like a frightened rabbit, darting blindly into the darkness of the forest. He knew that Sif was faster, stronger, and fiercer than he when it came down to it. Sure, he could outsmart the young goddess, but he found himself in such a panic that he could barely think. She could easily snap his neck and beat him until he bled. His heart in his throat, he heard her catch up to him easily- Sif's footfalls never faltered. He wanted to scream, but feared who else it might attract.
She grabbed at his cloak and ripped viciously, swiping at him with a knife. He could tell that she meant not to injure him seriously, but her aim was good enough to leave a tattered sleeve and a stinging cut in its wake. When he felt the sting of the blade and heard the wind whip around her stroke, Loki forgot himself entirely and screamed in sheer terror.
"Thor!! Thor, I've got him!" She bellowed behind him. He darted this way and that, stumbling all the while and inwardly cursing his lack of physical stamina. If the Lady Sif won the contest, if she captured him... there was no telling what humiliation lie ahead for the prince. He imagined himself tied to a bed, gagged, her heavy hips gyrating shamelessly on top of his weeping member as she cut him with a knife- claiming him.
He had to escape. He just had to. Thinking fast, he stopped dead in his tracks and she ran clean into him, both tumbling to the ground. Sif roared in bloodthirsty rage and punched him in the face. Luckily, for all his slenderness, Loki still outweighed her. He rolled over and shoved against her armored chest with all his might. The surprised lady warrior let out a sharp cry as her head cracked against a tree root.
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Against Loki's better judgement, he darted towards a thick tangle of brush. Thinking only of cover and respite from his panic, he neglected to realize just how sharp and unforgiving the brambles were in that neck of the forest. A thorn pulled at his cloak and ripped away most of the remaining fabric. Another caught his exposed arm, already wounded from Sif's knife. He bit his lip and winced in agony as a thick lash of thorns tore at his pants and cut the delicate skin underneath. His foot caught in a root and he tumbled forward into the thicket, catching his hands only on more thorns and prickling him terribly.
The more he squirmed, the tighter the thorns and branches held him. Whimpering, he clawed at his prison, twisting and biting his lip at the pain. His cloak wrapped nearly around his body, binding his upper arms to him. The pain was excruciating, but it was nothing compared to his sheer terror and determination to escape. He'd rather have had the thorns put both of his eyes out than face his sentence- to be brutally claimed by whomever caught him as nothing more than a prize. His pants were snagged and twisted to squeeze his burning legs.
When Loki heard Thor's heavy footfalls charging towards the thicket, he knew he was caught. Ceasing all movement, he waited and listened to the sound of his ragged breathing. Mjolnir splintered a tree nearby, sending wooden shrapnel in every direction. Thor was fond of the forests and rarely destroyed the trees he so loved; Clearly, Loki's brother was in a rage unlike any others before it. Loki paled and fought back an urge to vomit, knowing that his punishment would be served by his own brother.
The sound of Thor attacking every bit of shrubbery in his path only served to quicken Loki's pounding heart. All he could see from his thorny prison were patches of canopy, dimly lit by the sunlight beyond. He lay still like a deer impaled by hunters' arrows, waiting to die.
Suddenly, a blinding light filled the forest and lightening crackled down through the trees. In a horrifying moment, Loki wondered if this was the way he would die. Despite his faith in his simple brother to keep to his word, Loki knew that Thor was angry enough with him to alter the nature of the sentence however he pleased, even if it meant killing his own brother. Loki squeezed his eyes shut, surprised when he fell onto soft dirt instead of burning to a crisp. Around him, the ashes of the thorn patch floated about like dirty snow.
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When his cloak was yanked backwards and his feet slipped out from under him, Loki knew his brother had chosen to end the hunt sooner than later. He flailed his arms, attempting to protect his face from hitting the ground. Before he could hit the ground, Thor caught him by the hips and hauled him back in a most undignified position. In one swift movement, Thor pulled his ass back and kicked him behind the knees, pushing Loki onto the forest floor with brutal force.
The air was knocked out of his lungs. Gasping, sobbing, Loki turned to look up at his brother. Thor's face was almost unrecognizable, twisted into the very image of rage and bloodlust. Loki almost laughed, thinking his brother looked like he'd gone mad. But the dangerous gleam in Thor's blue eyes told him to remain silent.
"As my prize for winning the hunt, I will now take the gauntlet as I wish." Thor's voice, for all the official words he spoke, remained low enough for only Loki to hear him. Loki glanced from left to right, wondering if the Warriors Three and Sif had caught up yet. But there was no one else.
"...Thor." Loki still had not caught his breath from his ordeal. "Brother, I recognize that this is my punishment, but there has to be a better way-"
"SILENCE!" Thor's voice came down like a clap of thunder, crackling in rage and shutting Loki up immediately. Then his voice dropped to an eery calm. "It seems you, brother, do not appreciate the value of a King's responsibility," For a moment, Loki had no idea what Thor was talking about. "It is the future King's responsibility- no, his desire- to choose who he will as his queen..." He set his eyes upon Loki's trembling form and Loki felt hot tears roll down his cheeks. "...and your disrespect of the woman I have chosen is unforgivable."
Loki hardly thought he had shown the young lady disrespect. He was merely shaking things up a bit when he casually mentioned her previous sexual exploits. Just casual conversation at a feast. Thor had thought it appropriate to bring the young lady in on his arm, dressed in her finest. Why shouldn't Loki have given the court a bit of introduction to the lovely young woman and potential queen?
Loki quirked his lips up in a smile he thought might lighten his brother's mood. "Brother, it is, of course not my business to judge the maidens you choose to court...now, if they are not maidens to begin with, that is another matter entirely-"
Thor's hand came down and stung his cheek with a vicious slap. Loki actually cried out in pain, bringing down his temporary dam of composure.
Thor kneeled down, Mjolnir still in hand, and loomed over Loki like a hunter inspecting an injured deer. Loki held his breath, staring with wide frightened eyes into his brother's face. Thor spoke slowly.
"This is a fitting punishment for your attempts to sabotage your future King's romances. For your blatant jealousy and slandering of a woman who has done no harm to you. Now the court shall speak of YOUR sexual exploits. They shall know what makes you writhe and scream in ecstasy. They shall see you as nothing more than a prize to be won. You shall know her humiliation, her pain at having stories spun about her. Unlike her, however..."
He cupped Loki's chin hard enough to crush.
"You are a whore."
Loki flinched. So this was why it had been explicitly stated that his punishment would be sexual in nature. So this why he was made to flee like an animal, utterly de-humanized. Some part of Loki's mind understood completely, believing he deserved such a fitting punishment. Another part still only wanted to escape.
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Hopefully I'll have more up tonight!
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Still, I hope that Thor will regret it at some point.
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T_T
I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SIT STRAIGHT IN CLASS. I WILL BE WAITING FOR THIS ALL DAY. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
This is more than I could have imagined :>
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That said, your writing and story telling are impeccable.
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"There is no escape!" Thor's shout pierced Loki's eardrum. Loki didn't dare look up or back. He scrambled across the ashes of the disintegrated thorn patch and nearly got to his feet when he felt Thor's heavy boot slam down onto his back. The wind was knocked out of him and he let out a pitiful squeak. His mind was clouded with fear, but in a flash of wry acceptance he realized that he sounded (and felt) much like a tiny mouse under the paw of a great lion.
Before he could draw breath again, Mjolnir was placed firmly on his back between his shoulder-blades. He cried out, kicking and clawing fruitlessly at the dark soil beneath him. It was absolutely futile. Mjolnir moved for no one but Thor. The weight upon his back was stifling but not altogether unpleasant; it was what would happen to him while trapped that worried him.
Thor kept his hand on the handle of Mjolnir and called forth lightening once more. Rather than burning Loki to a crisp, however, it subjected him to a much less merciful sentence. Jagged, tiny lines of lightening traced their way through Loki's ruined clothing. He winced as he felt the instant surge of heat so intense that it felt like it might be ice. His clothing fell off of him in bits that resembled cracked pieces of gold and green eggshell.
Loki bit his lip and let the tears fall from his eyes when he felt the damp forest air brush against his naked buttocks. He kicked weakly and wriggled his hips, but still he could not move from the spot.
His hindquarters were wrenched forcefully in the air and he tasted the dirt beneath him. He thrashed wildly in a desperate last bid to free himself, but the hammer pinned him heavily to the forest ground. Unable to support his upper back, he could only writhe helplessly as the round of his ass was spread by hot, calloused hands.
"P-please...brother, please. Have some mercy on me."
But Thor would not hear it. Grinning like a hungry wolf, Thor's teeth gleamed in the dim forest light.
"I think not, my little doe. Right now, we cease momentarily to be brothers. Right now, we shall be predator and prey."
Loki gulped. A rare thing indeed. Perhaps he could joke his way out of this predicament.
"A-and who might be... the prey? Brother, you are many things, but a fawn or doe is not one of them. Perhaps you could pretend to be a- a- a rabbit or a squirrel..?"
A sharp crack landed on his buttocks, making him yelp. He was in a wanton position, chest flush against the ground and his ass high in the air supported by bent legs. Loki sputtered in indignation, but Thor leaned over him and gave his pale cheeks a squeeze and another smack. Loki stiffened when he felt Thor's armored chest and arms spread over his back.
Thor's voice was low in his ear.
"I think you know I am not the prey in this situation. You realize how well and truly trapped you are." Thor licked the shell of Loki's ear and then nipped with sharp canines. Loki gasped and fought against the shiver that ran up his spine. Thor let out a breathy chuckle against his neck. Loki lay there, gasping for air with eyes wide open and full of tears. He could only stare at the ground in disbelief at what was happening. With every touch from the hunter he felt himself come undone.
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And then he felt nothing at all. Thor stood back, still looming dangerously over Loki's pale body. He watched as his prey wriggled ever so slightly, aroused by the now-absent touch. Loki hated to admit it, but his brother's warm touch was preferable to the chilled air brushing over him. In fact, given his prone position and inability to turn his head to see what Thor was doing, he felt more secure when he at least felt Thor's touch instead of waiting anxiously for a blow that may come.
Loki had his arms extended in front of him, his hands fisting in the soil. His face was dirty and streaked with tears, though the faintest hint of pink flush was visible on his cheeks. Waiting without any idea of what his brother's next punishing move would be was agony for him. Suddenly, a warm drizzle of liquid landed on Loki's bottom. He gasped, shifting his hips in an attempt to avoid it. Thor placed his hand on Loki's hip bone to still him, drizzling the remaining oil directly down into Loki's crack.
Thor threw the bottle onto the ground and it landed in front of Loki's face. He focused on the tiny glass object with fearful eyes, wondering if it was somehow enchanted. Thor rubbed his hands over Loki's ass, squeezing and spreading the cheeks with each pass.
Loki moaned and his member twitched at the stimulation. Thor growled and bit down hard on the soft flesh of his ass, eliciting a cry of pain from his prey. He licked the sore spot and grazed it once more with his teeth. He reached around and gripped Loki's cock, squeezing once and rubbing a rough thumb over the tip before releasing him.
"Ah, it seems you enjoy being the prey, don't you?" Thor's voice remained low and dangerous, almost unrecognizable to Loki's ears. Loki flushed and said nothing. Thor gripped Loki's hips once more and drew his ass impossibly higher into the air. "Hm. Are you presenting yourself to me, my little doe?" Loki panted and struggled for breath as his back was arched uncomfortably. He tried not to think about how utterly exposed he was to his brother's eyes.
Loki hated to admit it, but he was somewhat impressed by his brother's ability to humiliate with words alone. He had never heard Thor speak like this to anyone before, and the exclusivity of the situation- as terrible as his situation was- revealed a sick admiration for his brother that he never knew he'd had. Thor's thick fingers rubbing oil into his entrance snapped him out of his twisted reverie.
Then Thor smacked him on the ass and thrusted the fingers roughly into his slick hole.
"AGH!" Loki cried out as the two digits plunged deeper and wiggled, stretching his ass open faster than he would have liked. Thor lowered Loki's ass and kicked his legs apart. From Loki's position under Mjolnir, it was difficult not to gasp in pain at the uncomfortable movement. Just as he thought he might pass out from the stifling pressure between his shoulder blades, Thor lifted Mjolnir with his free hand and set it out of Loki's reach. Loki breathed deeply, expanding his lungs fully for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
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"My little doe, you must not run away from me or your punishment will be even worse when I catch you." Thor twisted his fingers and brought his other hand back under Loki's raised hips to stroke his hard cock again. "But it seems you don't much desire to escape from me now, do you?"
When Loki did not answer, Thor pulled his fingers out of his ass and plunged three back in hard enough to push Loki forward with the thrust.
"DO YOU?"
"Hnn...n-noo..." Loki panted. Though Thor had freed him from Mjolnir's weight, he was now a prisoner of the pleasurable sensations running through his ass and cock.
Thor pressed his upper body down over Loki's back and bit him on the shoulder. He removed his fingers and Loki felt the tip of Thor's hard, thick cock pushing insistently against his ass. Loki's eyes widened and he found himself panting in anticipation. He felt utterly claimed by his brother's authority. As sick as it felt to him, he realized that he admired his brother's sudden show of power over him. Perhaps Thor had always held that power over him...
Thor pushed and pulled his cock over Loki's slicked up ass cheeks and Loki hissed as the hot brand warmed his bottom in the damp forest air. With another sharp bite to Loki's shoulder, Thor thrust the head of his manhood into Loki's tight hole. Loki was stretched and slick before, but nothing could prepare him for the shock of the thick member working its way into his rear.
He keened and spread his legs further, canting his hips upward in an effort to widen his hips for Thor's entry. Thor chuckled darkly and gripped Loki, pulling his ass back onto the entire length of his cock. Loki felt the impressive member stretch him wide open and push against his prostate with sudden force. His mouth opened in a silent gasp before he squeezed his eyes shut before letting loose a sharp scream. It echoed into the depths of the forest. Thor alternately kissed and nipped his way up Loki's tender back, licking the cuts and scrapes he found there. He stilled and leaned into Loki's ear once more.
"I want to hear you scream as I claim you, Loki. To hear you scream like a doe in heat."
Loki was too aroused and humiliated to respond. Even after all this time of thinking his brother a witless simpleton, Thor still surprised him sometimes. Loki bit his lip and let out a low whimper as he let Thor's lustful words sink into his brain.
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Ooh. I uh, kind of let some D/s slip in here. Sorry about that if it's not your cup of tea. I hope I didn't go too far with it! *hides face* I'm kind of at a loss as to how to write sex scenes gracefully, hehe, though it is fun.
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What I should have said is:
"Loki felt the impressive member stretch him wide open and push against his prostate with sudden force. His mouth opened in a silent gasp before he squeezed his eyes shut and let loose a sharp scream. It echoed into the depths of the forest. Thor alternately kissed and nipped his way up Loki's tender back, licking the cuts and scrapes he found there. He stilled and leaned into Loki's ear once more."
.....I have a bad tendency to be overly repetitive with my writing, I think. I'll hopefully improve upon that as I practice more.
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Loki let it all go. His muscles went limp and he relaxed around the thick cock surging in and out of his raw backside. With every thrust, he screamed his submission into the damp forest air. Thor growled like a wolf, concentrating only on his center of pleasure and gripping Loki's hips tight enough to bruise. In between his shouts of pleasure and pain and gods knew what else, Loki nearly drooled at the sound of his own slick butt cheeks smacking against Thor's hips with every feral thrust.
Thor let out a particularly feral growl, lowering his head so that his hair brushed lightly against Loki's naked back. The sensation tickled Loki's spine and sent a chill back down his body to the burning pressure in his ass and Loki came silently onto the dark soil. His asshole clenched involuntarily around Thor's cock. Thor groaned and panted through gritted teeth as he thrust thrice more as hard as his muscles allowed. He bit down on Loki's wounded shoulder as he came in thick hot torrents inside his prize.
Loki lay there with drool slicking his lips, hips rocking gently as his brother finished. His eyes were pools of exhaustion, more black than green with the physical arousal and lust of their twisted mating. Thor finally pulled out, trails of thick cum leaking down Loki's sore thighs. Loki slumped forward onto the soil, not caring how filthy his body got. Thor rested against his back, a solid and warm weight on his abused bottom. Loki whimpered as he felt Thor's hands spread his cheeks once more and a hot tongue lick at his leaking hole.
He was too exhausted to protest or make a move to escape. Loki wasn't even sure he wanted to escape, naked and tired as he was. Thor grunted, insatiable as he hungrily lapped up his own cum and teased his brother's pink hole. He licked up and around Loki's opening, pushing his tongue inside to lap up the cum around the rim. Loki shivered and said nothing, staring into the forest. He had much to consider after this experience. His eyelids grew heavier and he felt the tension from his exhausted and sore muscles leave him with each deepening breath.
Loki had fallen into a deep sleep by the time Thor finished cleaning him and wrapping him in his own cloak. Thor picked up his brother and carried him in his arms, swaddled in the red cloth. He planted a gentle kiss on his sleeping brother's face as he carried him back to the agreed-upon meeting place. Thor felt a pang of sadness at the realization that his brother slept too deeply to feel his kiss.
He knew the Warriors Three and Sif would be waiting for him at the edge of the forest. Thor could feel the magic returning to his brother's body, washing over the sleeping bundle in his arms.
He sighed and planted a triumphant smile across his face. He approached the edge of the woods, knowing that his friends would congratulate him on his punishment of Loki. The hunt was finally over.
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I love Thor, but I made him such a dick in this story. XD I have to admit that I find the idea of Thor growling and being all feral pretty hot, so I wanted to include it. Aaand it sort of fit my needs to ravish Loki even further. Sorry, Thor. I used you. X3 I hope you guys enjoyed it! Thank you so much for your patience and lovely feedback and encouragement. <3
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Possessive!Thor gets all my love as well. Very, very delicious, thanks for the lovely fill!
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