This idea entered my head, quite suddenly, while I watched the Avatar movie and it wouldn't leave me alone. I continued to picture Jotun Loki running around Pandora's jungle to every Na'vi and human's confusion! I had some trouble with the main pairing but now I know that it will be Jake and Loki. After much consideration I found the perfect way to break or ruin Jake's and Neytiri's relationship (ups). Don't worry, they will remain good friends. I hope that you will enjoy this story for I had a really amazing time writing this!
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The dry, hot air was still an unnatural sensation against his blue skin. In the timespan of five month he had still not gotten use to the high temperature nor the sounds and view from his prison balcony in Asgard's palace.
His magic was the only thing that protected him from the hot climate. Without it, his body would fail in a matter of hours by dehydration. Odin, upon his capture, had offered to conceal his true form behind pale skin but Loki would never allow for that to happen. If he so chose, he could have done the spellwork himself but why would he willingly choose to conceal his proud heritage, who he was?
It had been for the best. When he had been taken, forced to walk with the Asgardian army back on its victory march, he had taken joy in the crowds astonished expressions. He knew what lies Odin spun about his people. Odin's citizens followed their king like a sheep followed his shepherd; without question. Most of the common men and women of Asgard had never even encountered a jotun in their whole life. All they had heard was stories about hideous, giant, blue monsters.
When he had walked through the hot, stone streets towards the golden palace, people had been enchanted. His bare, small, perfectly formed, deep blue feet, touched the earth with silent, graceful steps. Around his ankles jingled golden rings with red rubies and along his under and upper arms hung and clung bracelets of different sizes and design. He knew that he was beautiful. In the eyes of the jotuns he had no comparison and as he stepped further towards the golden palace, his head held high, he knew that the asgardians saw the same beauty.
His slim, strong legs ran on for miles and were only highlighted by the beautiful loincloth that hid his privates. It was a blood red piece of thick, soft leather and the front and back piece were connected by a single, black, leather string. The red leather pieces were pierced by studs of gold and black gleaming stones; creating an enchanting pattern. Through each of his pert, darker, blue nipples ran a small rod of black, a dark black, almost as dark as his hip length, black hair. Waved through his locks were gold and colourful silk threads along with rubies and ice diamonds.
As the Asgardian people gazed upon his form, the rumours of the frost giants' hideous forms were never to be spoken of again. Loki had made sure that. Odin had not been able to hide his true form, and along with it, the truth.
His red eyes fell shut as a small breeze blew over the balcony; the red leather fluttered in the wind and tangled around his legs in a gentle caress.
In his five month stay in his golden prison, Loki hadn't done much else but comb his long hair, take ice cold baths, and gaze over the golden city from the balcony. He was bored and afraid, a dangerous combination for everyone in his closer presence. He thrived in chaos but here he could do nothing but pace, back and forth; like a caged tiger.
The day Asgard invaded Jotunheim, Loki knew that he was destined to a cruel fate. He had not known what he would be subjected to but he knew that it would be terrible. With his life in the hands of those pale skinned demons, who thought themselves above all the races in the World Tree, he had little hope.
When Laufey, his sire, sought to expand their realm beyond Jotunheim to Midgard's lands, it gave Asgard the perfect reason to go to war against the Jotuns. It had been their plan all along.
Jotunheim was rich in many aspects. It had the most exotic blue ice flowers. It had icy forests with giant trees that almost reached the moons in the sky. With icy tundras, lakes of enormous size and mountain ranges, Jotunheim had one of the universe's most diverse landscapes. Their mountains contained many rare metals and minerals which were highly value and sought after throughout all of the nine realms.
Trade had bloomed between Jotunheim and the other nine realms in many centuries past, and Jotunheim's population had grown as its people prospered.
Odin, Asgard's king, saw how well the frost giant thrived and grew in strength and numbers; strength that would cause Asgard to lose influence with time. Odin had sought to destroy them and so he banned all trade with Jotunheim.
With all trade banned between Jotunheim and the other realms, Loki and his people went through a decade of starvation. Their lands were rich with game but with their big population, Jotunheim couldn't provide meat for all of them. They weren't farmers. They couldn't grow any crops on their frozen lands or tame the wild animals and breed livestock. They were fishermen. But if they hunted on the land and in the water, then Jotunheim's beautiful nature would die and wither in under three years.
Everyone suffered, Loki and his family refused more food than they could give their people and so they starved with them.
The population plunged down rapidly as people starved to death each week. The Jotun's famous fertility failed for their starved bodies couldn't go through the normal breeding cycle.
Laufey saw the despair and pain in his people and became desperate. Loki knew that his sire acted to save their people but he also knew that their venture to Midgard meant their total defeat. He was right. Jotunheim's army couldn't stand against Asgard's for long and so Asgard got what they wanted; control and access to the frozen realm's minerals.
The day Odin walked through the doors to the throne room and demanded Laufey to bow down Loki followed suit along with his two brothers. Loki had hoped that the Jotun's pain and problems would end that day, when his sire so easily had admitted defeat, but he was naïve.
Odin was far from satisfied by their surrender. He tore their capital apart, burned their libraries, raided their treasury, and then he took their most holy relic, The Casket of Ancient Winters. They were left with nothing. Laufey pleaded for Odin to reopen the trade routes so his people had a chance to survive. Odin, who already had his desires fulfilled, granted Laufey this single wish for the price of his firstborn, Loki.
His sire had hesitated and that had made Loki's ice cold heart fill with warmth. Even if his sire hadn't agreed to Odin's terms, Loki would have made the sacrifice himself.
He would do anything to give his people a chance, even if it meant that he would never set another foot in his frozen home. He knew that he would probably never see the faces of his brothers and sire again and that he wouldn't get to marry Thrym, whom he was promised to.
They had been betrothed since Loki's birth and they would already have been together were it not for Loki's stunted heat. Unfortunately, he entered the age of adulthood in the middle of the starvation period where his body had no energy to spare to start his natural breeding cycle. When a Jotun entered into their first heat it marked them as ready for marriage and first then could they be wed.
He would have been happy with Thrym by his side. Now, look what he was subjected to; imprisonment in Asgard. He was locked up in a shiny, gold cage until he had gotten nice and fat enough to start his heat cycle. They could wish and they could pray but the last thing Loki would become was a tame and lazy bitch.
"Loki." His name was shouted out in a loud proclamation as his prison doors flew open.
He didn't have to turn around to see who had come to visit him, he knew the moment his doors had shattered against the walls in such violent manner. Turning his eyes away from the noisy golden city below, his head spun to look over his blue shoulder, back at the glass windows to the approaching golden beast.
"My beautiful Loki," Thor proclaimed as he went through the open glass doors and jumped the three steps up to the balcony. "How do you fair this morning?"
One thick, muscular arm snaked around his back and drew him into and intimate embrace with a big, warm hand resting at his hip. The other took a firm hold of his black tresses by his neck. Oh, how he wanted to bite back, to hit and wound the golden prince, Thor, for touching and treating him like a possession.
"How do you fair my future queen?" Thor mumbled against his brow.
Gritting his teeth together, Loki bore Thor's possessive treatment. Thor may have acted like he cared for Loki's wellbeing, to some extent he did, but the question was but pure routine on Thor's part. Loki doubted that Thor actually listened to his answer, being preoccupied with the task of basking in Loki's unique scent, his pale nose stuck at Loki's hairline.
Deciding to illuminate Thor on the complete unimportant matter of his state of being, his answer held no significance, Loki lied. "I'm quite well now that my prince has come for me."
A little lie and a little smile granted leagues with Thor. Odin's son was but a big spoiled brat that had been taken by Loki's beauty the instant he saw him. It had been Odin's plan from the start to have them wed but when Thor first got sight of him, he had demanded to have Loki for his bride.
He could have fought, he could have protested. Yet, Loki did not. Right now, Loki's feelings and thoughts held no meaning to Thor because of Odin's leading grip. But Odin could not be in control forever. Odin was smart, Thor clearly wasn't. He was relying too much on his strength, his hammer, and Asgard's reputation.
He had had Thor twisted around his little finger within seconds of their first introduction and with time, when Thor became king, Loki would rule them all. He just hoped that he wouldn't die of boredom before then.
"You know that I hate to be apart from you," Thor spoke as he tilted Loki's head back by the grip in his hair. Being forced to look into light blue eyes, he struggled not to make a face when Thor uttered. "I've many important duties to uphold as the crown prince, I'm the placeholder of all the nine realms."
"And yet, you managed to grace me with your presence almost each day. I'm so lucky." The sarcasm was wholly escaped on Thor, who gave Loki a brilliant smile before he crushed their mouths together.
Thor's kisses were never a pleasant experience. He kissed Loki like he wanted to devour him whole, tongue, teeth, everything was used to sample and taste every inch of Loki's mouth. His warm hands would glide down his naked torso to grab at his hips, waist, or buttocks.
After a kissing session with Thor, he would often have beard burn, be bruised from the strong hands and have discolouring around his mouth from Thor open mouthed kisses. Nothing a little magic couldn't handle but he wished that it wasn't necessary. He had hoped that their physical relationship would be non-existent before the wedding but the golden counsel had advised otherwise, much to Thor's delight. Thor was to have intimate interactions with his as much as possible to promote Loki's heat.
The ever constant feeling of urgency to have his mouth free from Thor's made Loki lift his right hand to hit repeatedly on the board chest. Thor read the indication as a lack of air on Loki's part, though this wasn't true, for Loki was a brilliant diver. However, it usually succeeded in getting their mouths to separate.
With a final wet swipe of tongue and a squeeze to Loki's plum bottom, Thor parted from him.
Still out of breath, Thor announced, "I've brought you a gift." Only then did Loki become aware of the brown saddlebag slung over Thor's amour-clad body.
"Really?" Loki's interest was instantly piqued. I hope that the idiot decided to bring something useful for once, I would love a book.
Through his time in imprisonment, Thor had brought him lots of gifts from his travels and hunts but so far they had all been useless trinkets and fabrics. Silly robes, dresses, and shoes he now had in buckets but he never wore a single piece. The fabric's feel on his skin was uncomfortable which was why Loki still wore his red loincloth from the day of his capture.
Breaking away from his form, Thor went through the bag and from it he drew a big collared, gold necklace with red firestones from Muspelheim.
"I want to see it on you," he said while he held it out expectantly. Loki obliged and turned around as he gathered his long hair over the right shoulder, leaving his neck bare.
The golden piece came over his head and settled heavily on his shoulders with a loud click. The long golden chain from the lock at his neck hung all the way down to the dimples at his back and the front of the necklace stopped just above his dark, pierced nipples. Turning back around so Thor could inspect him, he watched as his Adam's apple jumped under his pale skin.
Thor had forgotten how to speak. He would always be blown away by Loki's uneven beauty; his red eyes framed by long, black lashes along with his teasing, soft, slim lips which hid a wickedly cold tongue.
"You look… you look magnificent, my ice queen," Thor said, as he went down on one knee.
He should be immensely flattered by Thor's words and actions. The prince knelt before him like he was a god to be worshipped but that wasn't it. He wasn't that god. He was but Thor's collared possession but perhaps he could use that to his advantage. After all, a collared dog should be allowed to roam around its owner's perimeter.
He walked the few steps to Thor's still kneeling form and let his hands glide through the golden hair when the space was closed between their bodies.
"Will you take me on a tour around the palace today? I do so long to stretch my legs." Taking extra care to thread his long fingers gently over Thor's scalp, Loki looked deep into sky blue eyes.
"You know that I would do almost anything for you," Thor spoke as he slowly rose from the ground, "but I cannot bear the thought of letting you go outside these walls and let others gaze upon your body."
Thor spoke the words softly and slowly like Loki was an ignorant child. All he wanted was to rip out his tongue, that piece of pink, wet flesh and have Thor silenced forever.
"I'm yours," he said instead, as he bound his arms around the pale neck. "They can look but no one would dare touch me because of your claim. Take me outside," he whispered sweetly into the pink ear.
"As you wish." Thor gave a final nod before he broke apart. He did not see Loki's victorious smile, with his back turned in the middle of roaming through Loki's dresser. "I want you to dress in something else. You have not changed since you came here and I've brought you many fine robes."
"I'm fine as I'm, I don't need to change," he said. But Thor did not heed him.
"I've have had the finest tailors in all the nine realms make these for you, you cannot continue to insist to wear the same cloth each day. It cannot be very hygienic."
Of course that filthy pig would think so, what did he know? Jotuns didn't sweat, nor did their bodies need to expel waste. Compared to these pale monkeys they were by far the superior beings, but that did not help him now.
"Are you trying to tell me that I smell? If so, I think that you should be more honest about it, you can just tell me."
"What? No, of course you don't smell," Thor yelled, as he whirled around to look at Loki. "I didn't mean to imply that."
"Then what is the problem? Don't I look good enough as I am?" Not that Loki really cared about how Thor thought he looked.
"No, you're so beautiful, it's just that I want to cover you up some more. There's too much skin on display."
The last thing Loki wanted was to enter an argument with Thor, but sometimes it was unavoidable.
"I thought that we just went over this," he began, his voice rising with each word. "I'm yours, how many times will I have to tell you?!"
"BUT YOU AREN'T MINE," Thor roared, as he grabbed his blue shoulders in a crushing grip. "You aren't mine, not yet, not completely. I wish, pray, and ache for you, how long does your body expect me to wait?"
How dare he blame me! I didn't go through years of starvation on purpose.
"I long for our bonding too, but we cannot rush this along, it's impossible."
But maybe…
"Or there could be a way..." Here he paused for dramatic effect. Much could be said about his powers and cunning but he was also a big drama queen; it had its uses.
Thor eyes widened, his breath caught before he all but threw himself over Loki. "What do you mean, have you found a way? Loki, tell me this instant."
"I cannot remember the spell." He looked away from Thor while faking the most forlorn look he could pull off without laughing. Counting to five, Loki let his face bright up as if struck by the most brilliant idea. "But if I could take a look through your library's magic section, then I'm sure that I could find the spell to start my heat period."
"My father…"
"Thor, please," Loki hurried to interrupt, "I know I can find the spell. We can finally be together. We could be wedded by tonight."
To seal the deal his eyes became hooded as he whispered. "You could finally make me yours."
Any doubt left in Thor's eyes disappeared completely and with a warm hand at his back, Loki was led through the palace corridors. Loki could not brag about having the ability to read minds but he seldom found that he needed the ability to be able to tell what people thought. Right now, he was quite sure that Thor thought that the long hallways of gold had more guards then was strictly necessary. He certainly had problems with glaring at each of the armoured guards as he and Loki passed their still forms.
He could have drawn much amusement from Thor's behaviour but his eyes were blind by the present opportunity. He, of course, had no intentions to look after a spell that could promote his heat. He sought salvation but he still didn't know how.
When they reached the golden doors of the royal library, they were intercepted at the entrance by the head librarian.
"My prince and my lady," the plump, short man bowed to Loki, "what can I do for you?"
"We have no need of assistance," Thor spoke with obvious annoyance before he continued past the plum librarian. "We are not to be disturbed," he called over his shoulder.
Through rows upon rows of books, Thor led Loki until he finally stopped in the section of magic books.
"This should be it," he said and indicated towards the bookcases ahead. "Tell me what to look for and I will help you."
"Can you read runes?" he asked Thor curiously. He seriously hoped that Thor hadn't learned the skill; how else was he supposed to carry out his plan?
"I cannot but you could…"
"Then you can't help me," Loki interrupted jovially. Taking the few steps toward the first bookcase, he began searching through titles on all the books' spines for the right book.
Two and a half bookcase down, he came across something interesting. With Thor right at his heels he settled in a comfy armchair in one of the libraries many reading spots.
"What have you found?" Thor asked excitedly, while he hovered behind Loki's shoulder in and attempt to see the content of the book's pages.
It was a book about time and space travel, not that he would tell Thor that. "This book is about conception and fertility, I'm sure that I can find the right spell to strengthen my body and prepare it to enter into a normal heat cycle."
He had not dared to hope for this opportunity. If this worked he could travel back in time and save Jotunheim from defeat. The book mostly contained theories and ideas about the subject but if only he could get it to work.
Flipping page after page, he searched intently for something useful, something that he could work with. He was smart, he was the most powerful sorcerer seen in millennia. The only reason he had stayed in the golden palace as a hostage was to keep Jotunheim free.
But this book held the answer to his problem; this was it. Page 394, portals. In theory, he should be able to open a portal back in time without stepping into an alternative dimension. He wouldn't simply disappear from the timeline, which would continue on without him. This way the future as he knew it would be erased from existence and a new future could be forged.
"I've found it. Give me a few minutes and I should be able to get this to work."
"You're incredible, Loki, I knew that you could do it."
Yes, yes, yes, I know that I'm brilliant, you great big fool.
"I can't wait to have you under me," Thor continued with a heavy voice right behind Loki's ear, "to explore every inch of this body."
Thor's warm breath blew around Loki's neck and his birth marks tingled where Thor traced them with his index finger.
"I want to be buried in you for hours, to feed from your body as I want you to feed from mine. I'll cover you in my essence till it's the only thing that you breathe, smell, touch, and see. I'll make you scream my name, I'll make you beg for my cock."
"Thor!" he exclaimed, while he turned around, to look at the idiot in question, with an angry scowl. "I can't concentrate when you distract me like this."
You disgust me!
"I'm sorry, my love," Thor said with a silly smile, "I'm just so excited to finally be with you. My shield brother, Fandral, has told me that the Frost Giants are intersexed."
Have you really only heard about that now?
"Is it true?" Thor asked with childlike eagerness.
"It is. Now, would you..." But Thor cut him off.
"You have a pussy? A tight, wet, virgin quim for my use, I can't wait to see it."
"Thor, please," he implored one final time to stop Thor's vulgar rant. "Let me work in peace"
God, this has to work.
Whoever had invented the spell had been unsuccessful in making a fully functional portal but then, he wasn't Loki. Going through the spell work again and again he made his own few adjustments; changed a few words for more precision and strength. He was ready.
"I'm ready," he said, as he closed the book and raised himself from the chair. "You will have to step back so the spell doesn't affect you," he explained.
When Thor had taken several steps back, enough so that Loki was sure that he wouldn't have time to follow him, he began to chant.
It burned him. The spell wrung every magical core in him like a dishcloth, empting every deposit for power. But it worked. A small blue ring came to in the middle of the air, right in front of him. It grew and grew in size till it was big enough for him to go through.
"Loki," Thor called out in alarm.
But he couldn't reply. Sadly, he couldn't even leave with a final, biting remark. The moment Loki stepped through the blue sizzling power-field, he was gone.
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