Ficlet... #_
Möbius
An Avengers Ficlet
(Now Series)
Characters: Loki, Frigga
Warnings/Kinks: Loki is immortal. Too bad no one told his momma that.
Part the First.... Part the Previous
He's drinking a small lake when Mother comes in, and the sound of her scream -accompanied by the pungent aroma of those oils used to temper the dead- startles him enough to drop ( Read more... )
An Avengers Ficlet
(Now Series)
Characters: Loki, Frigga
Warnings/Kinks: Loki is immortal. Too bad no one told his momma that.
Part the First.... Part the Previous
He's drinking a small lake when Mother comes in, and the sound of her scream -accompanied by the pungent aroma of those oils used to temper the dead- startles him enough to drop ( Read more... )
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Grandfather told wonderful tales, stories no one else dared to say. Like how, in the time when the Aesir were still a roving band, he had forced his four sons to dress as maidens in childhood.
"Now, y' see, back then they would have cut off their goolies and killed em as soon as they saw em. If they didn't, it wasn't for nothing soft like randsom; end the line and you end the competition." Of course, blood, which Loki lacked lacked lacked, was so important to the Aesir. "But the girls. They could ransom them, mebe make claim to the lines if they killed off all the boys. So they jus' stole em and when they were old enough to get with child, rape em. T'aught nice, but a slight better than the alter."
Loki nodded, leaning closer, his hands on his knees, the cold blue fire sending comforting whispers of mist around them. Asgard had, always would, value blood and honor, but in the time when they had less it seemed like they might have valued him, too. A little. He could have married into the clans, or be sworn in by blood. A real brother.
He breathed deeply in on the precious idea. He could have been-- The thought, beautiful in its agony of never-be, slipped away on the exhale.
"So, un, the littles had some little blades hid in their dollies. Cute little bunnies, all lacey and girly, and big floppy ears--I think Vili folded his down and rutted into it afore his beard started growin' in. His was pink, Ve's was ligh' green, Odin's was pale blue, an' Cul, my heir, he got lavender." Royal purple in a poorer time. now gold was highest color. "So, they were all slitting throats at night and coming back home. Good lads, their mother and I was so proud. Even of Cul when he was so stupid, he got up and walked anyways. None of the others ever questioned dressing up as girls after that neither. Did I ever tell you 'bout your grandmother yet, boy?"
Loki shook his head, then shivered, fading in and out as he almost lived again.
He saw a boot coming to his face, felt a spear in his gut--a hand on his head. "Alright, I will, since you're so eager an smart like that. But! You go ask her next time you're in Valhol next, you hear?" Loki nodded and leaned into the cool hand. "Right, so, there used to be a number of pertty ladies on Jotenheim, just yoru size you know, really curvy. Well, your grandmother, she knew I liked them, and to seal the marriage she agreed, as part of her dowry, to paint herself blue on the wedding night, and on special days there after. She made me do horrible things with my mouth as part of the morning gift though. It was right fun."
Perhaps that explained it. Why Grandfather put up with him, why Odin picked him up. Geneticlly predisposed to not finding him disgusting to look upon. He mentally veered away from the word fetish. Grandfather wasn't being bad to him, yet. Maybe he should get a bunny with a knife in it too?
"It would be good, an' there could be stitching to match your lines." Had he said it outloud? Presumably. "You can have little garn--Asgard's rich now, ain't it? Ruby eyes then. An' ermine fluff in the ears. You stuff it real good and you can hide a pouch of caltrops in the belly, too. It'll help keep you and yours safe."
Bor liked to talk, Loki reflected, even more than he did. Maybe because the rest of his family ended up in Valhalla and so he had no one.
It was nice to be wanted.
But when he woke up, he remembers.
He's not.
(For the first time, it's not three diffrent lives he leads. All equally wanted. Now he just wants to go back. Go back to planning a raid on Valhalla for sexy mead maids and a certain husbandless wives.)
He had only ever wanted to make them proud. Happy.
He wanted to tell her that if she left the blade in it would take longer for him to come back. (So she would be happy, because she never smiled at him, not like Thor) But his throat closed withou his permission. So he just gave her permission.
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Och. I would say that it gets worse before it gets better... but it probably isn't going to get better. And Everyone not Loki is going to be flipping out once the implications of Loki's inability to stay dead set in.
'Specially Odin.
Because I can see Bor getting permission to haunt his youngest and be all 'I taught you better than that!' and 'look at the cute little'un, he's crying at it's ALL YOUR FAULT, for shame.' And then asking if you can disown someone from beyond the grave.
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Or, an unhallowed punching bag to be eternally tortured.
Suddenly I have an image of Bor going "You never call, you never write..." Bor would probably not have liked Loki near as much, if he didn't give him an excuse to rag on Odin, a possibility at getting at Bestla and general hottie Jotun cunny, and, you know, being the source of the only family het gets to see or talk to.
I vote that Loki bails on them and goes on adventure with Promethus and the others. True gods who try to reveal and help those who have need.
After more fun feels and angst.
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