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Mythos	By : OmniaVanitus Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 4041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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His brain was fuzzy from sleep and his bed warm and lulling. Still, Loki wasn't sure what it was that had woken him and it was several minutes before he finally registered the warm weight tucked into his side, slowly grinding against his thigh and morning erection. Bare skin flush against his own.
Except Loki had definitely gone to bed alone.
His mind cleared instantly and he tensed as he felt the foreign contact shift again, moving to straddle his hips. A thick, heavy cock slid alongside his own, grinding firmly, and Loki had to grit his teeth to keep from moaning out as his eyes finally fluttered open to the familiar face of his molester looming above him.
Coyote.
The trickster god's bright, yellow eyes widened in surprise at having been caught before narrowing in laughter, the edges crinkling in amusement, and his mouth twisted into a decidedly lewd grin. "Morning, Sweet Cheeks. How 'bout a kiss?"
Loki's fist shot up instantly, connecting squarely with the side of Coyote's head and knocking him off balance.
The other god let himself fall to the side, landing on the bed next to the Asgardian in a sprawled out heap, unashamed of his naked form or proud erection. He lifted a hand to rub his jaw. "I come to say hello and that's how you greet me? So rude."
Ruthlessly ignoring his own demanding cock, Loki quickly reached for a blanket to cover himself with. "How did you get passed my wards," he hissed.
"Oh, Loki. We've been friends for a long time now, haven't we? Long enough, certainly, for me to have discovered a way or two around them. Besides if I'm not mistaken," he added casually, "I taught a few of those spells to you."
"So you broke into my home and slipped past my wards just to hump me?"
"Of course." The Asgardian's expression was incredulous, a thin eyebrow arching towards his hairline. "Well, when was the last time you broke into someone's home to have a good rut?"
"Some of us are actually capable of ignoring our baser instincts."
"How boring," Coyote scoffed.
Loki propped himself up on an elbow so he could glare down at the other god and growled. "Just how many times do you want me to stab you?"
"You know, I'm beginning to wonder if stabbing is a form of affection for you."
Loki flopped back down on the bed with an aggravated huff, shaking his head. "Well now that your here, what do you want?" The other god perked up, rolling back over to through a leg over his hip only to be shoved off again with a hand to his face. "We are not doing that."
"Prude."
"Mongrel."
Coyote laughed, his broad grin easily showing off his white, even teeth. "Oh, I have missed you."
Loki snorted in response, but a small smirk still tugged at his lips. "I suppose you have a reason for being nude as well?"
"Well you were sleeping so peacefully, and in the buff I might add, I didn't want to make you feel self-conscious. So I disrobed for your benefit."
"So thoughtful," Loki snarked.
"Yes, and your welcome."
The mischievous god shook his head again, kicking himself internally. He really should have known better. Kai even said he would be stopping by and they had indeed been friends for a very long time. The lack of a welcome mat, or even a door for that matter, would not have deterred the other god from barging into his home.
Coyote, or Old Man as he's known in some circles, was the Navajo trickster god, though he was never one to limit himself to a single tribe. He was tall and broad shouldered and despite the moniker he looked rather young, easily matching Loki's own youthful face, but he was far from it. Coyote was, after all, one of the creator gods.
And they had found each other, surprisingly, when both were licking their wounds.
Loki had been wandering the young wilderness of North America, alone in his self exile. What use had he for company anyway when his lips had been sewn shut?
Yes, the God of Lies finally made mute! Oh, how the royal courts had jeered and laughed at his public humiliation while his own brother held him down so the pair of sibling dwarves could try their hand at sewing. And after he was let loose, Loki had stumbled out of Asgard and across the branches of Yggdrasil until he had come crashing down to Midgard. Literally.
Coyote had suffered too, wandering in and out of Loki's makeshift camp to nurse his own wounds brought on by his playful mockery. Arrow wounds and concussions and burns did little to effect his ego though, and no matter how harsh his glare, Loki could never get the other god to leave him be or to stop talking. But when it came time for Loki's lips to be freed, Coyote hadn't even hesitated in helping him.
Loki had been so young then, barely an adult by Æsir standards.
He sighed, forcing his mind back to the present. "Little Kai came by to see me the other day."
The older god hummed noncommittally as he stretched out his long limbs, catlike.
"She's become a remarkable skinwalker," Loki praised casually.
"The women in her bloodline have always been exceptional. It's one of the reasons I fell in love with her great-grandmother."
Loki snorted out a laugh. "Yes, I remember you two yipping and yowling at each other like you were both in heat."
"Well she had such a lovely tail." The edges of Coyote's grin were both lascivious and soft, his bright yellow eyes growing distant with old memories. "She reminds me of her sometimes, young Kai. It's a shame I'll outlive her as well."
"Mortals were born to die."
"This is true," Coyote agreed. "I could have sought out another god or goddess eons ago and save myself the heartache, but we were born for change, you and I, along with all the other trickster gods and mischief makers. To bind with another god would have been the very depth of boredom."
Loki couldn't deny that, his own failed marriage with Sigyn was a prime example after all. And she could never take a joke either. He sighed tiredly, rubbing a hand over his eyes and wishing he could return to his slumber. "How long do you plan on being here?"
Coyote tilted his head to the side to look at him, his expression brimming with mock hurt. "You know, you're not much of a friend if you're this eager to be rid of me."
"True friendship's laws are by this rule expressed: welcome the coming, speed the parting guest," he quoted.
"Well now I'm definitely staying."
"Then would you mind getting out of my bed so I can get dressed?"
"Uh yes, yes I would."
The young mischief maker rolled his eyes before promptly kicking the other got of bed with a burst of seiðr.
Coyote landed hard on the cold wooden floors with a loud, embarrassing yip and it was a few moments before he finally sat up slowly, his bright yellow eyes peeking up over the edge of the bed at Loki who was now sporting an all too innocent expression.
"Well, now that you're up," Loki cooed in an overly saccharine voice, "you can put some clothes on."
"You know, I almost miss the days when you couldn't speak. Almost."
The older god disappeared into a puff of pale white smoke and Loki could feel a tug on the wards in his living room as he rematerialized there. He flopped back down gracelessly, covering his face with one of his pillows to smother a childish whine. Unlike Thor, he had never been a morning person, but despite this, Loki still rolled out of bed to shower and dress. Coyote had too short attention span to keep him waiting for long.
Loki was finger combing his wet hair as he entered the living room and claimed a seat in a large overstuffed chair, kicking a long leg up over one of the armrests and propping his head on a slender hand.
Coyote, now in his usual animal form, was stretched out on the couch, wriggling around on his back and leaving behind tufts of brown and grey fur on the once pristine leather.
"I would have thought you had grown out of that habit by now."
Coyote paused, his long tongue lolling out of his muzzle in a wide wolfish grin. "Well we can't all spend our days looking pale and tragic like you," he said, voice gruffer in his animal form.
Loki hummed quietly. "Why are you here again?"
"I happened to be in the neighborhood?" The younger god gave him a pointed, unamused look. "Ya, didn't think you'd buy that. Nonetheless," he continued as he shifted back into his godly form, his thick fur receding and giving way to smooth, tan skin, "it's been awhile since we've had a good heart to heart and I'm rather curious as to what you plan to do with yourself during your exile."
Loki's gaze faltered. "You're not angry for what I did then? For Germany? New York?"
"That wasn't you. Not the real you anyway."
Loki gave a short, mirthless chuckle. "You sound so sure of that."
"Aren't I? You are a warrior, Loki, not a murder."
"I am a monster," he corrected bitterly.
"No, you are Jotun. Thanos is the monster and if Zeus had done a better job imprisoning him in Tartarus with all the other titans, then the invasion would never have happened."
"And I'd still be trapped in the void."
Coyote's ancient yellow eyes were piercing, cutting through him in a way his false father's single blue eye had never managed. "I forget sometimes how young you are, Godling. To fall into the void when you were already reeling from Odin's deceit. Add to that a bit of torture and it's no wonder the Mad Titan had been able to enthrall you so completely."
Loki's face was pinched in a tight frown, his brows drawn together. "How do you know about that?"
"How do you think I know," Coyote responded, giving him a rueful smile. "That blabbermouth, Ratatoskr, has been running up and down the world tree, gassing on about it none stop."
"That insufferable rodent," the younger god muttered.
Coyote chuckled, nodding in agreement. "We got into it you know, that annoying little squirrel and I. Almost got a chunk of his tail, too."
Loki hummed, but didn't comment, his green eyes growing distant with thought.
"I wouldn't have let you drift in the void," Coyote said after awhile. "Had I known you had fallen from the bridge, I would have sought you out myself."
"What would you know about the void," Loki asked, voice soft and dark.
"I was born in the void, and while Gaia and Yahweh and the other creator gods spent their time forming Earth," Coyote began, "I created the Milky Way."
"You got bored while you were supposed to forming the constellations and decided to dump out the rest of the stars so you wouldn't have to do any more."
Coyote huffed, crossing his arms over his chest childishly. "What would you know about stars?"
"I didn't just fall, though," he admitted slowly, his dark green eyes looking anywhere but at the other god. "I let go. I chose the void over a family that was never truly mine, over a realm that had never truly excepted me and over a father whose approval I have rarely, if ever, gained."
"Weren't they though? Your family that is. Odin is an ass, too blinded by his own schemes, but can you honestly say that Frigga was never your mother without it tasting a lie?"
"Her love for me has always been unconditional," Loki agreed, voice soft.=
"And Thor?"
"Thor is a moron."
Coyote snorted. "What more than that? Has he even been inside your little establishment?"
"No, nor will he. How often did I offer up advice to him only for my words to fall upon deaf ears? How often was I belittled for my talents," he ranted. "No, if he desires so greatly to be called my brother again, let him try for once. I have no wish or desire to ever be his brother again. I am done with him."
"But you would accept him if he tried." It wasn't a question.
Loki didn't answer, but his seiðr practically churning with his anger and resentment.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, statistically speaking, half the people who live in Manhattan live alone, so if anything you freed up some valuable real estate. Though for future reference, I would have invaded China or India. Either country could do with a good 'thinning of the herd.'"
The younger god huffed out a laugh despite his dark thoughts. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Lydia as she was the one to suggest Coyote, the trickster god from Native American mythology. I was not familiar with this god, but had so much fun learning about him. For those of you who aren't familiar with him either, Coyote appears in several Native American legends and is not confined to just one tribe or even a single region.
There are so many stories with Coyote and some of them are pretty funny. For instance, did you hear the one where Coyote traded penises with Mouse to win a smallest dick contest? He would have won it too if everyone hadn't noticed Mouse trying to walk around while dragging this huge penis on the ground.
As for the myth referenced in this chapter (when Loki and Coyote first met), I'll summarize it for you. It basically revolves around Coyote being hungry and mooching food off of his friends. He goes to see Raven first who shoots himself with an arrow and pulls it out along with buffalo meat. Coyote tries to replicate this, but only ends up hurting himself. He goes to see Bear next who rams into a persimmon tree, making the fruit drop which he then gives to Coyote. Coyote tries this himself, butting his head against the tree only to get a few lumps and a concussion. Lastly, he goes to Woodpecker, but Coyote is distracted by the flaming red feathers on Woodpecker's head that he tries to duplicate it, setting his head on fire and again, hurting himself.
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