Loki is in a new place, and he as always will survive. Will he find someone who makes this place feel like home? Or will he yet again be a man with no home, forever alone?
A Loki X OC Fan Fiction
Kink | Orgies | Sex | Adult Themes
Loki feels the life being sucked out of him, as he is flung from the beam of the Bifrost, hurdling through space. Him willing the feeling to stop, it feeling like it is tearing him apart, much like it did when he feel from it all those years ago.
He was not sure how long he was falling, but eventually he landed, and hard. Even he was surprised that he still was able to suck air into his lungs. He allowed his eyes to be closed, for a moment, both from fear of what was around him, and also in relief to have finally stopped the tearing sensations.
He lands face down in a pool of slimy muck. Debris is raining from the sky, sending plumes of foul liquid spraying in all directions.
If only to not get any in his mouth, and noise does he push himself up. He had smelled some horrible things, but this, he didn’t even knew this kind of smell existed, and could have gone all his days without knowing. As he stood, with a wave of his hand his cloths where clean. It was times like these he was thankful for Frigga forcing him to repeat, and learn cleaning spells.
He’s soon striding between piles of junk and refuse toward the outer structures of what must pass for a city here. He passes several groups of scavengers, none of whom decide to confront him.
The land seemed strange, even to him. He had traveled far, and wide before. The Tesserect had shown him such wonders, but this place, he wasn’t quiet sure what to make of it. The closer to the city thought, thankfully the smell is lessened, from sewage, but it started to stink of something else, blood.
This place smacked of barely contained chaos, but not the sort he thrived on. This place felt altogether too lawless. The look on the people’s faces he passed spoke of a primal taste for violence.
The looks on their faces, the feelings he got from them, he would soon find out why. But now as he thought back on his arrival it wasn’t that bad. Thanos was far worse than The Grandmaster, he thought as he left The Grandmaster’s court.
He wasn’t exactly walking straight, and one of his hands was palming his throbbing cock that wouldn’t seem to go down, besides it dropping from the weight of it. He was only alerted to the fact he had forgotten to put up an allusion when he heard the voice of Scrapper 142,”Hard court today?” He internally winced, he didn’t want people to see him this way.
“Harder than you know,” Loki replies, straightening himself and casting a minor illusion to hide his bulging leathers.
It look longer than he would like, but he finally reached his room. He was able to strip off his cloths from his over sensitive skin, as he walked to the large soaking pool. Sighing as he body was able to submerge itself there. It may be hard work, but at least he was in luxury, and not some slave, or worse one of those fighters.
He looked down his body as he relaxed seeing his cock still refused to go down. “How do you even want more after today,” He told it, taking it into his hand, and giving it a stroke.
He let out a grunt as he rubbed the sensitive head. Licking his lips pulling from his mind a vision. Not sure what he would even want anymore. After everything he had done. Should he go for something so bland as his handmaid, or something more exotic?
A gasp followed by a clattering of items dropping on the marble tiles breaks into Loki’s reverie. The haze goes from my eyes as my eyes narrow to the source of that sound.
“Pardon me, My Lord. My apologies for disturbing you.” A young maid you haven’t seen before is bowing and scraping while attempting to pick up the bath accoutrements that had fallen off of her tray.
“Who sent you here,” he growls annoyed and tired.
“Your usual chamber maid, Maya, fell and broke her ankle, My Lord. I was sent to take over her duties while it heals. I did not realize you were in. I am sincerely sorry for intruding.” The maid is slowly backing up, a deep red blush staining her youthful cheeks.
He is looking at her, it causing her to still. “Tell me, did they fill you in on all of Maya’s duties?”
“My Lord? All? I… I am to see to your chambers… yes?”
He lays his head back again, and chuckles. “They seem to lack the fullness of details. Not unlike where I come from.” He is silent for a moment, but when she turns to leave she jumps when his voice booms,” Come forth!”
