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Bound to Piety	By : GentryFictives Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 4204 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Bound to Piety
- 2-His Seal of Approval
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[This adaptation takes place before the events of the movie Thor. There's plenty of plot so you will need to skim if you just want the dirty parts. I used the nine realms as though they're regions of space in order to have aliens and space travel in the story. Asgard has no sun or moon, but there is daytime and nighttime there. I wanted some of the citizens in my fic to be non-Asgardian immigrants so that there will be a weaker class who do things with a mortal's pace but there are still scientific/modern conveniences and Asgardian citizens use science like magic. Not sure whether Asgardians use a currency but I think a more ideal society wouldn't need to so I never made characters pay for anything. Sorry for any confusion.]
Chapter 1 - Full of Grace
The first time you saw Loki, he and his elder brother Thor were receiving discipline. The Mighty Odin was giving them each a stern talking to about a prank that involved a servant lad working in the kitchens. The young gods were sniggering as the Allfather recanted how a dozen of the tea cakes had been doused in pickle vinegar and sprinkled with a hot baking spice before being served to Frigga's handmaidens. The kitchen boy was punished for the prank and sent to a lower rank before they realized that Thor and Loki had done the doctoring.
Odin told Loki that the consequences for him would be worse since he had already made a fool of his self the week past in the vineyards, where he had sneaked into a vat of cherry wine and fell asleep, thoroughly drenched through by morning. Were he not virtually immortal, the act of sitting there absorbing the liquor for 6+ hours would have killed him. The vicar found him there, singing in the vat like an echo chamber in the morning. Purportedly as he left from the vineyard, he headed forth to the stables smelling staunchly of alcohol, and he smiled as he strode through, pausing briefly to knock a prowling cat in on a stable pony. He laughed as the pony started and kicked at the freaked-out feline. He then headed on for the gate, and rounding the corner, he halted suddenly as he encountered the kingsguard, all standing about in the peak morning hours awaiting orders. Loki gave a sneering look at them all, staggered in place as he pulled his tunic over his head and wrung a few cherry dribbles out into his mouth. He headed on and promptly tripped into an adjacent horse trough. The men laughed and pulled him out, but Odin was unamused when he heard the whole scene recanted the previous afternoon.
So, Thor was passed down his punishment and told to leave, and Loki was ordered to await command for some awful chore none among the servantry had even wanted to do. His brooding look as his father left the high-backed gilded chair and turned from him spoke to his dissatisfaction. He stood with his arms behind his back, weight on his right leg, his eyes clear and bright as he glowered at the golden seat his father had just occupied. Then his glance wavered and he noticed you looking at him. Your face flushed and you averted your gaze, only suddenly realizing the singularity with which you had stared at him. For only a moment did your eyes lock, but you felt an instant attraction. Your eyes flitted back to him for only a second. He was scowling and looking directly at you, so you bowed your head, grabbed your jug and tray and quickly bussed the area around you, alighting hastily then to the kitchen.
Later that evening, after the commotion in the women's servants' corridor had died down and everyone was going to their beds, your thoughts inevitably traced back to Loki. How he'd stood in the full light of his father's judgment, and though he'd been defiant, with a scowl on his face, his most handsome features stood out to you. You thought about his lips, in their pensive expression at the last moments you saw him, how his eyes glinted when he heard his mischief recounted. You had to imagine there were so many other times he had gotten into trouble, and also times when no one guessed him for the guilty party. The attitude he bore was charming, complimented all the more by his dark looks, his sleek black hair that curled gently near his ear, a slender yet masculine frame, his sublime face. He was an altogether striking figure.
As you laid back on your bed thinking of him that night, you felt a warm breeze coming in through the window. Recalling his features brought on a soft desire for something more, to share a moment with him, but you thought you must simply put that out of your mind. Being Odin's son, he would not care nor would it be allowable to carry on any such romantic musings and inclinations.
"And any attempt to get close to him," you thought, "I'll lose my position among the maids. I have no home to return to, nor title to protect me." Your head nested softly against the pillow on your single bed and starlight saturated the window sill. "Loki.." His named resounded in your thoughts. Just before you slipped into a soft sleep, you could see his eyes flashing at you within the darkness of your mind.
From then, most of your days were spent toiling in the kitchens or laundering with the maids. Weeks passed before you saw Loki again. A woman in the kitchen had to take leave, so you were elevated in kitchen rank and asked to serve to Odin and Frigga and the young lords of Asgard. Their typical breakfast was large, served in two to six courses, depending on their needs. You went from the laundering to suddenly serving the most supreme family in Asgard! Taking care to tuck your hair in precisely that morning and tie your apron neatly, you felt prepared to make a decent impression, hoping that Queen Frigga would notice you and perhaps place you in her personal handmaidens if she saw fit. You smiled keenly in the mirror at yourself before leaving.
Being among them was an altogether different experience than treating fine fabric and doing sanitary work. Each member of their family was exceedingly regal and seemed to exhale nobility. You went to each setting and poured for their cups as they chatted, Odin and Frigga were in spirited conversation about some ambassadorial trip. Loki and Thor had an occasional word or two to put in about certain goods only available from that particular region of space. As you went around the table, you noticed Loki discreetly slip something into Thor's cup just as no one was looking, but he noticed you noticing him. You said nothing, and averted your gaze. After a few moments, Thor took a sip from his cup and grimaced as the round globule burst on his tongue. He stuck out his tongue as it turned indigo and he scooted back from his place at the table. "Oh, vile!" he exclaimed. With a start, you ran over with a water basin and he took it from your hands and began gulping away at it, nearly finishing the whole volume.
The thing in his drink was a certain berry, from a species of plant native to the location they had just started talks with, that dyes your tongue and insides for a week and leaves a chokingly bitter-sour taste. Loki looked as though he could only just keep from sniggering as Thor choked. "More water!" cried Thor as Frigga patted him on the back. You nodded and quickly went to fetch water from a bar in the slender corridor between the kitchen and dining hall. Odin and Frigga left the hall, and Odin was shaking his mighty head in disapproval. You hastened back, and Thor happily took a few more gulps of water, and conceded that he had been pulled one over. "You got me, brother. But I will get you back." he said as he shoved Loki playfully. They laughed and you just stood there with your hands folded over your apron. After a few minutes, Thor scraped his tongue several passes with a spoon and headed back to court to see if he had a place in the ambassadorial trip. "If that is all, your Grace." You said quietly to Loki, who was still seated, then you bowed and turned to fetch a tray to bus the table.
"Not yet," he said in quick reply, "I was in need of something specific." You turned to face him and asked, "What will it be for you my Lord?" His eyes looked into yours from across the room and he said smoothly, "Your hand." You stood stunned for a moment, and he laughed. "You look so confused. Come here." He gestured warmly that you were to come to the chair beside him. Slowly, you approached the seat with your hands still clasped in front of you out of nervousness. He smiled and gestured again for you to sit, so you did. "What age are you?" He asked. "I've seen some years but you are my senior, your Grace." you replied meekly. "Hold out your hand." He said, still smiling warmly.
Hesitantly, you put your hand out to him and he took it in his own tentatively. "I want to see what type of person you are through palmistry." He said slyly, kind of as though it may be a joke on your behalf. "You are relatively new at this junction," he said. "I want to be assured you're the right sort of person to be serving in the house of Odin." Before you could say anything, he was carefully studying the lines of your hand, gazing at the longevity line, some natural cross hatching and wear that had appeared in your palm over time. You looked into his face as he did so, and your other hand was balled up tightly in your lap. "The first thing I notice.. Is how tense you are," he said gently, and the masculine drag of his voice made you blush. "Perhaps I made you start at my little prank with Thor a few moments ago."
"Your Grace, I was not offended." You replied, a little worried that you seemed matronly. His hand felt slightly cold against yours, but a pervading heat had taken in your face. He gazed on at the lines and small cracks of your hand. "My parents tend to think Thor the better child, better behaved, you see. Most of the kingdom values Thor over me. But I've got something he doesn't have." His fingers slowly interlaced with yours and your heart started to race as he said, "I have the power to portend the true character of whomever I should meet." His look fiercened as he uttered this. He leaned in slightly and your stomach turned in anticipation, though an instant later he removed his grasp from your fingers and stood up. "I think you will be just fine service for us." He smiled, and nodded slightly as he began to walk away.
"M-My Lord.. that is, your Grace," you said stutteringly and stood up as he turned back to look. You quickly bowed your head and curtsied to him. "I only meant to impart that most parents are equally fond of their seperate children and that it has been my life's wish to serve for Odin and his family." He laughed and walked off, seeming jolly. The blood slowly receded from your face, and you sighed in the empty room. You looked at your hand, still tingly from his touch, the air of nobility had left now that he was gone. You were awed by him. You bussed the long table and slowly went back to finish your duties in the kitchen. The encounter stayed in your head all day, playing over in a slow motion loop. The movement of his lips, his discerning eyes, the touch of his hand. You cursed yourself for speaking so freely with him. His countenance during the time you spoke together was altogether friendly, though you'd heard he was constantly in mischief.
The next day, you saw him steal a kiss from one of the younger maids out in the rain in the stockyard... They fell over together into a hay barn, laughing and embracing each other. You felt as though a hot wave ran sickly through you. You went to bed angry that night, and did everything you could to avoid that maid from then.
Loki spent some time away with Thor overlooking the proceedings of evacuating a small humanoid-less preserve planet of its wild game before it's central star went nova. The young masters thought this a perfect time to pick out new pets and move them in, a huge mountain falcon for Thor and a shaggy wolverine for Loki but Frigga would have none of it, naturally. They were given to the gamekeeper after she found the beasts in the young princes' chambers, having thrashed and torn things all around. You had finished early in the kitchen and were given the task to tidy each room. You went to Loki's chamber first, hoping some chance encounter would occur. His things were torn but would be easily replaced or repaired. You collected the shredded curtain and remnants of his bed sheets. Other than that, it was mostly tidy. He did not come, and you moved on to Thor's chambers which had been previously untidy before he let the animal in.
Two hours later, Thor came back, just as you were wrapping up the janitorial duties in his chamber. It made you start when he crashed through the door and leaped onto his bed, not giving you a moment's consideration. You sighed as you carried the bagged linens out from Thor's chamber. As you latched the heavy door behind you, Loki appeared from around the corner. Thor laughed at something from inside his room. Loki's expression was of disdain as he quickly walked around you. Your chest irked with pain as you watched him go. You felt vexed by the brief interaction, but carried on working.
That night you could not help reflecting on Loki again, and realized how wrapped up you had become in his movements. As you laid in bed, you closed your eyes wishing for one perfect moment with him. "Loki is more than a god of mischief," you mused. "He is the god of my desire." In your mind you traced over his figure with satisfactory looks. You imagined finding him in a dark corridor, alone in the night, and greeting him with a kiss. "Loki.." You thought, as every night, in the fleeting moments before sleep.
You dreamed that night that he came to your bed, and was standing over you in nothing more than light underclothes. He gazed down at you in your dishabille and walked along the edge of bed, gently placing his hand on your inner calf and slowly caressing up your thigh as he made his way around. His bare chest seemed to gleam in the the dim cosmic light as his fingertips rested at your upper thigh. You watched him dreamily, expecting at any moment to see him fade away. He simply said,
"I will find you tomorrow."
When you woke you sulked a moment about the dream, then brushed it off as fantasy. You carried on about your day, toiling on and not expecting to see any sign of Odin or his sons as they were to be allocated in Vanaheim. You later went to the orchard to fetch an early harvest of pomegranates, but as the evening dim came you felt a drop in temperature. You descended from your place on a ladder and with your basket of pomegranates, started back when you felt a cool prickling on your neck. When you turned to look behind you nothing was there, but you noticed the last light of the day sunken low between the orchard trees. "Beautiful." You thought, as was every day's end here.
As you turned to go back, you suddenly saw Loki standing there a few feet ahead of you with a stern but stoic expression. "Oh, your Grace," you bowed your head and rested the basket on your hip. "I did not expect to see you in Asgard this night." He stepped closer without a word and clasped your hand in his. You gasped slightly at this and looked into his face. He took the basket from your other hand and let it go. The fruits rolled around your ankles. He looked into your eyes, holding your hand against his lips and said softly, "I hear your hail, every night..."
You were confused for a whole minute but then shuddered and your face deeply reddened as you realized every time you had thought his name, he could probably hear your thoughts as a prayer. The most embarrassing realization you had ever come to! Loki heard all those times you thought you were only privately saying you desired him, but could he see the visual in your mind? You stood shocked by this revelation, blushing ingloriously. You looked into his face and saw no disdain, nor hint of mischief. His eyes stood out like cold embers. In that instant, you felt a pang of desire from deep within. Surrounded by the cold air which started to pick up, you trembled a bit. His eyes traced you and you were rigid where you stood, sensing something brand new from him.
With no words, he took your arm and led you down a trodden path around the edge of the keep, back to an alcove shuttered from the direct wind. No one was around, but you felt nervous to perhaps be seen in close proximity with him. He was wearing a long, dark robe of green and black. Standing tall, very close to you, he smoothly put his arm down your back and said in a low tone, "I've not ignored the hails, pet. I will take you for my lover if you will do things that please me." Your stomach flipped over at the instant he said this. "But I shall require things of you, and if I don't get them you will be turned away."
"Anything.." You thought as the golden opportunity to get close to Loki unfurled its wings. You were too nervous to say a word, until he lifted your chin and said, "I'm here to find out if we are compatible." To which you replied, "Yes..yes." He smiled briefly, and felt along the soft skin of your lower lip with his thumb, suddenly leaning in to give a tender kiss. The emotions swirling within you came to fire. You had spent so much time craving Loki's attention, and now here he was kissing you in the alcove offering to make you his lover.
But what of these conditions he had yet to set out? Can you trust a trickster god? Two more soft kisses came and you felt his hand come up against your thigh and slide up to gently touch the outside of your labia. You felt aroused at his touch and began to press into him. The cool air seemed to constrict your bare skin underneath your simple dress. You felt your skin prick into goosebumps and your nipples stood up. "Wait..," you whispered, unsure if it was alright to be with the prince like this. He slid his arms around your waist and began to nibble a tender place he found on your neck, and kiss and lick and nibble the soft space again as he began to grind his dick into the soft warm mound beneath your dress.
Then he leaned a bit back and commanded, "Touch me, no one will know." As he took up your hand and placed it over his cock which bulged underneath the robe. Eager to please him and explore him further, you started to stroke his awakening erection back and forth in your hand. He leaned into your touch and bit at your neck, nibbled and breathed against your ear, then he reached for your left breast, smoothing a touch over your perked nipple. You felt a little vulnerable, there with him in the alcove, but excited. He unlaced the top shift part of your dress and exposed your chest to the air. You blushed as he gazed keenly at you, then took your nipple into his mouth and suckled and nipped at the tender, reactive flesh, sending tingles throughout your body as you watched him. You felt his cock swollen big in your hand and he was moving against your strokes. You wanted him to take it out even though you felt shy, and as soon as you thought this he said, "I want you to make me melt, right now, in your cute little mouth."
He stepped back and parted his robe, his nakedness was there in full view from his torso to his mid calf, and your mouth dropped open to suddenly see him like this. "That's the correct position." he said, "Now, on your knees quick." Your eyes looked back at him in surprise but you felt compelled to obey in a way that would leave an impression. You kneeled down on the cold stone and looked up at him. Suddenly with a wave of his arm he cast neat ribbon bindings around your arms. "No hands to help you, you will make me come the hard way, I'm testing you, here and now." You felt overcome with glorious purpose when he said this. "He means he wants me to make him come with just my mouth... I can do it." You thought, and smirked.
"Don't get cocky pet, this all ends tonight if you can't please me, and I am a god, little girl." As if you needed reminding. You inched forward on your knees in your bindings, tits exposed to the air, until his cock was in your face, and began to lick him on the underside of his dick savoringly, near his balls where he had sparse coarse hairs. You licked him from base to tip then took the whole length to the back of your throat. He groaned at this, and grabbed the back of your head. You began to bob on his large swollen dick, gagging a bit at first but striving to maintain, wiggling a bit against the binding, wishing you could free your hands and just touch him all over his fine body.
He pushed his dick back into your mouth against your wide flat tongue, warmth building inside him each time he nudged against the back of your throat. You savored the taste when the smooth head of his dick eased out a little precum. You buried his dick in your throat as deep as you could go with the jabs he was resending. You worked on sucking him deep and quick as you felt the bindings squeezed to your bare flesh. The movements of your tongue slithered around to coax him to orgasm. His moaning was soft and quiet during this secret encounter. His hips started to shake and he hitched them forward and groaned. You sensed he was almost there so you gave it all you had, sucking hard and snaking your tongue around till you felt his hot dick spill in your mouth. "Ohh...yes pet. You took that well.." he sighed, and released his grip from the back of your head. His dick was still mostly hard and dripped a little onto your bare tits when he pulled it back out of your mouth. You were glad to hear his praise and searched his expression for signs of approval.
He paused for a moment, and stood with the robe parted in front of you, as if to burn his naked image into your mind. "I knew I would be taking a steady lover soon. I implore that we proceed with discretion, do you understand?" You gulped and nodded. "If anyone accuses us, I will deny it.. I'll see to it that you get your bit of pleasure, but only after you've earned it."

"What does he mean, after I've earned it." you thought, "Just now-" He pulled his robe back around and his stoic expression returned. "This was just a test." He said, and vanished instantly. It wasn't until a few moments later that your conjured bindings finally faded and you quickly redressed yourself and walked back to your quarters, images of Loki still zinging in your mind.
You were kind of happy to be in the solitude of your room again so that you could digest what had transpired, and recall what he told you. You started to change into your night clothes and felt that Loki had made you wet earlier. "What a shame," you thought, "I would have fucked him right then." You felt that he would want you to be modest at first since you are beneath him.
His naked image flashed in your head again, he was more attractive under his clothes than you could have surmised. You thought it could be a real struggle to not race headlong into another tryst with him when he felt compelled to visit you next. You knew that the wrong move or even the slightest change of his fancy could influence him to say "Never again," and then you'd be worse off than before knowing what you are missing out on. The last look he took at you was in your piteous vulnerable state. Did he prefer you in this way, kneeling and captivated? The idea of bondage never scared you, and you felt like you could certainly go even further with it. Were such practices part of his requirements?
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