Freedom
LOKI
“ M ust you continue to punish me for making you worry?”
“Yes. Until I am satisfied you won’t do it again.”
Oli licked my rim, between my nether lips, up my heavy sac, and all along the length of me to my leaking tip.
He was marvelous. Miraculous.
Mine . Who had chosen me of his own free will.
He was still a menace.
“I have apologized and explained repeatedly—”
“And I have forgiven you. But I’m still not done punishing you for it.” He let my cock tip drag along his stomach as he crawled up my body.
We took our time most mornings. I didn’t need sleep and didn’t always sleep the whole night, but I was always beside Oli come morning, and we brought each other to rapture sometimes more than once to meet the day.
I think he still doubted at times that the tasks ahead were for our homestead, our sakes, on our terms, and only if we wished to do them.
All his life before now had been at the mercy of another.
But with me, in our bed, our home, he was truly, finally, free.
And so was I.
“Oli!” I squirmed, hips wriggling to get closer to him. He continued his licks and nips and deep kisses up my neck. I tried to turn my head to capture his mouth, but he held out of reach. “ Oli .”
“Do you know the most difficult part about being your partner?” he teased with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Everything?” I teased back.
“Yes, but that there are so many options for how to fuck you or be fucked.” He started with a shallow canting of his cock between my nether lips.
“Yes… so difficult.” I rocked up into him.
Oli moved his tip lower on its next slide out of me and let it breach my tighter hole instead.
“ Yes .”
“However…” He slid it out again. “I thought of something new we might try.”
“Do tell,” I panted.
He shifted higher up my body, letting me drag along his entrance now, even pushed down for most of my cockhead to enter him. Then he slid back into my lap and took our cocks in hand. He stroked us, urging our foreskins down, and coaxed me to sit up. Oli held me in his lap, as he touched our tips.
Slowly, he worked my foreskin over us, wrapping it around us like cloth swaddling a dagger.
Next came his, suctioning over mine. It was one way we could feel as if we both were within the other, and I rocked into that encasement.
The moisture already built between us, and our overlapping skin fastened us tight.
“ Ohhh … I don’t mind this at all,” I said, clutching Oli’s back.
“I have more in mind.”
Hooking his ankles around my hips, Oli tipped us backward. We rolled until I was on top, grinding him into the bed. He reached around behind me, a bit of a stretch like this, but he managed. Two fingers found one entrance and two found the other, fucking into me with his thumb as their anchor.
“Oli!” I rocked against him harder, with suction one way and penetration the other. I was a rutting wolf, even without the fur or fangs, and Oli watched me like he loved that desperation. My need to come. My need for him.
His need for me.
I’d show him.
“Loki!” Oli yelped, as I prodded his entrance with a long and dexterous tail. “That better not be a snake head.”
There was an idea.
Without fangs obviously!
For now, I opened Oli with swift thrusts, using a non-fanged, non-furred tail like that of a literal imp.
His fingers in me faltered from the added pleasure, but his resolve to make me come first seemed to renew. Harder, faster, Oli fucked my holes with his fingers and thrust up into our prison of foreskin until I cursed.
“Gods damn it, Oli!”
I came, and that spillage within our cocoon of flesh made the friction of my cock still pumping within it feel absolutely glorious.
But I had Oli on the brink too, and his moan as my tail thrust so deep within him that his eyes rolled back in his head was the brief warning before he came too, with an inelegant stutter of his hips.
Yes, so many options for how to fuck or be fucked, and I knew we hadn’t even come close to discovering them all.
Musk wafted up around us when Oli uncoupled our cocks. I loved that scent. Oli’s smell always masked my own, earthy and rich and a little bit sweet. I loved it. I loved being surrounded by it.
I flopped onto my back beside Oli, with our heads pointed toward the foot of the bed. Our bedchamber was similar to the one in Jotunheim where we’d first fucked, but this one had windows and a door.
I was sticky. Filthy. But in our home, our bed, I truly loved it.
Oli tried to sit up to leave the bed and get clean.
I smacked a hand to his chest to knock him down again. “No need to go anywhere yet.”
“The sun grows high. We have crops to tend to. Animals. Responsibilities. Remember that word?”
I smacked Oli’s chest again. “I can get all that done with a wave of my hand.”
“Magic is cheating.”
“You don’t say that when I use it in bed.”
“Yes, I do. I just allow it.” Oli seized me by the back of my neck to steal a sloppy morning kiss.
I wound my tail around one of Oli’s wrists and lurched it back to the headboard to tie it there.
“Loki…”
“Guess you have no choice now.” I climbed on top of him.
“We have chores.”
“Says the dutiful farm boy.” I flicked my tongue over his lips, forked for a moment like a snake’s.
I’d lied of course when I said I didn’t know what duties Oli had performed as a thrall. I’d been watching him for quite a while by then, but I’d still enjoyed hearing him tell it.
How surprising though that he actually liked tending to animals other than just horses and doing a little farmwork.
He still took time for artistry, a little sewing, a little embroidery, wood carving.
He even molded, baked, and painted wedding goblets for us, with runes around their outer rims and the winding of my—or rather, our —little green snake.
Speaking of.
“Good morning, Jorm,” Oli said, no longer startled to feel him slithering around his wrist, a thinner presence than my tail. Jormungandr nipped at my conjured flesh, rescuing Oli from its bonds with a hiss.
“ Traitor ,” I scoffed. He was the Midgard Serpent still, but he’d been reborn small and preferred it that way.
“Good boy, Jorm,” Oli said. Once his arm was free, he pulled it down, bringing Jorm close enough to kiss the top of his head. Jorm hissed again with a happy squirm.
“I think we’ve earned a little cheating now and again,” I pouted, sitting upright on Oli’s hips. “Like with cleanup!” I snapped my fingers, and we were indeed clean. From Oli's appreciative look, I knew he didn't mind as much as he claimed.
“We can dirty ourselves again later,” Oli said, grasping my hand to topple me forward again. “Eventually, I want a soak in the hot spring with you tonight too.”
“That can be arranged.”
I claimed another kiss, sloppy and slow like before. Then deeper, more fervent, and grinded my hips down.
Jorm hissed in protest, slithering from Oli’s wrist to mine where, for a moment, he was wound around us both, like the wedding cords that had bound us in marriage.
Several thuds sounded at the door, along with a plaintive whine.
We chuckled.
“How does he keep getting out at night?” Oli asked.
“He’s smart enough to know how a door opens,” I explained, “just not quite there yet in knowing it can only be pushed one way.”
Oli chuckled again and gave my lips a quick peck. I allowed him to get out of bed this time, doting on Jorm moving higher up my arm as Oli went to let in Fenrir.
The puppy bounded around Oli’s feet, leaping up in want of attention—and eventually breakfast. He looked like a tiny black buhund , a herding dog good for farming. Not quite how he’d appeared when a giant wolf, but I adored his reborn self. And Jorm’s.
And mine, scars and all. Though they did seem a little more faded each day.
Maybe one day they'd be gone completely, merely a remnant like the rest of my past, with only the good parts worth hanging onto.
But if a small part of them remained, I knew I didn't need to hide them anymore, for even my mistakes, once I had learned from them, led me here.
“Coax your papa out of bed, little one!” Oli hefted Fenrir and gently tossed him onto the bed to tackle me, which he exuberantly did, the excitable pup, even pawing at some of my longer braids.
“Less claws, child!” I swung my braids to one side and bowled Fenrir over with firm pets of his tummy. Even Jorm joined in, offering hisses at his sibling while coiled up around my shoulder.
“You are too precious to believe,” Oli said fondly, “even if I sometimes have to remind myself that they are your children.” He dressed and combed out his hair before braiding it back.
No long way for me, thanks! Once Oli was ready, I cheated again by waving a hand and was dressed and groomed in moments. “Up we get, I guess!” As soon as I stood, Fenrir leapt down too, though Jorm remained attached to my arm like an arm cuff.
We had a small home, a small homestead, with no stairs or lofted area, and only enough farmland outside and animals to care for to feed us and offer minimal trading with our neighbors.
Oli never asked whether the land had originally belonged to a different owner—and I never said. The house was very much like the rooms I’d brought him to in Jotunheim when it was just us, and the land included a copy of that separate hot spring hut with an open roof to watch the stars.
While I tossed Fenrir bits of dried meat for breakfast, Oli grabbed some hide string to finish his hair.
Most of the rest of our mornings were routine.
Feed and care for the children, feed and care for the other animals, tend to the crops as necessary, and enjoy a breakfast of fresh bread and fruit, the bread always suspiciously ready for consumption regardless of if he saw me bake it.
And we did it all together, without Oli fearing the loss of his freedom, and without me fearing the loss of Oli's company.