The lure of pale blue lips von AerithMon-Kishu (Thorki and also Malekith as tormentor) ================================================================================ Kapitel 1: Cattle ----------------- “He is the jewel in my collection, barely out of adolescence. Appearing fragile to an Aesir, but his body can bear so much.” The jailer’s grin showed his customer what he meant. “Shape-shifting?” “Yes.” “How many so far?” “Three, at once.” “Did he name them?” “Fenrir, Jormundgard and Hela. The last one died.” There was no pity in his voice. “I’ll make sure my master mentions them… It might make things more interesting.” “The remaining two are what keep him alive.” “Price?” “250 for his lips, 600 from behind.” “Not your usual charges. How much does it cost to have him… entirely?” “For a night? With protection spell, 3000.” “My client wants full… advantage. He is willing to pay any price.” “If that’s the case, I will also give you a taste of his skills, follow me please. What was your name again? Algrim? We will discuss the conditions while the boy cares for your needs.” ______________________________________________________________ He was cattle, that’s what they told him every time. Born as a bastard and treated as a whore. His body was stronger than it appeared to the eye of the men who just needed a hole for their lust. That might be the only reason he stayed alive for this long. His childhood long forgotten, only the pain and humilation of the last years burned into his mind. The young god was requested often because he looked younger than he actually was. Loki had lived, and suffered. His special abilties had allowed him to be a man and a woman to the customers. Only a year after he had been captured, his stomach had started to swell with the life one of the many rapists had sired inside his female form. And even this didn’t stop them from taking him. He was even tighter than before, they claimed. After a day of pure toture his son Fenrir had been born, Jormundgard followed a couple of hours later. No medical assistance, only a man who cut the cord as soon as the babies left his body. The young mother didn’t even had the chance to hold or see them. Bloody bundles in old rags, screaming for the warmth of the one who had born them. In the end Loki had been to exhausted too bear the last child in time. He passed out after the second day. The last child he had never seen but he knew it was dead. They had cut it out to make sure their prized boy would survive the birth. A scar now covering his belly. And it wouldn’t stay the only trace of his torture. Once more they had impregnated him. This time it had already been a fortune to pay for a night without protection. Loki had become too coveted among the darkest lords who enjoyed the moment of having full advantage over a body. He had mated with a giant and the product had become a risk after the sixth month because it was already bigger than a normal child. They cut it out, only a tangle of limbs, not fully formed yet because giants grew almost a year in the mother’s belly. Loki had been awake when they did it. He had mourned for weeks, the fresh scar barely healing because he ripped it open during his nightmares. They put him in chains to ensure the incision closed properly. Loki had screamed until his voice left him. And now… his fate would repeat itself... Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)