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No. 70952
Part three:
Doom has stolen Loki’s magic.
Doom has a hand around Loki’s throat and is holding him a foot above the ground and is saying, “And now I have the power of a god... our alliance was a matter of convenience alone, foolish jester.”
And Loki is furious, twisting and arching, trying to reach the mortal’s eyes with his fingers. Whatever his ploy was, whatever his game, it has obviously gone very much awry. What an astounding break from tradition that is.
And Balder is standing behind them unnoticed, watching, debating with himself. He’s not debating whether or not to intervene. Of course he’s going to intervene. He’s Balder the Good. What he is debating is whether or not Doom is now immune to physical injury. Only one way to find out, so he hefts the spear aloft and drives it into the mortal’s unprotected kidneys. He roars ‘For Odin!’ out of habit, even though it isn’t strictly true.
He very, very nearly dies, as Doom freezes him in place with a flick of his wrist, and advances. But Doom is still a mortal. And two gods are harder to kill than one. While his attention is distracted, Loki does…something that makes Balder’s vision go white and his retinas burn. When it is over, Doom is nowhere to be seen and Loki is looking at Balder with an expression of interest.
“And now, son of Odin?” he asks, sounding genuinely curious as he heals their injuries with a gesture.
Balder rubs his eyes. “I believe I will make you my Chancellor.”
Loki cocks his head, his eyes narrowing in suspicion, and Balder elaborates. “Imprisoning you has been proven a thousand times to be ineffective and punishing you has never had any lasting effect. Now that you have saved my life, I am loathe to execute you for your schemes. I could exile you, but the thought of you plotting away in some distant quarters where I cannot see you disturbs me. So I believe I will keep you as close to me as possible, so that I may have an eye on you at all times. I will make you my Chancellor and Chief Advisor in the hope of keeping your devious mind occupied.”
With an opaque expression, Loki crosses the room and takes hold of Balder’s chin. Balder wonders if he has misalculate, and then Loki smirks.
“My lord,” he says, and his voice is still low, and rich, and dark. His mouth is still cold, but it warms as Balder breathes into it.
Loki’s mouth is suddenly taken away, as Loki goes smoothly to his knees before the new king of Asgard. Balder takes the opportunity to tug off the ridiculous helmet, finding that Loki has no hair, and his naked scalp has two black and curving horns tattooed into it. They look excruciatingly painful. Balder finds this oddly pleasing, and traces them with his fingertips as Loki takes him into his mouth.
It is so cold, icy, painful, but then it is warm, so warm. So hot that he thinks his flesh will be seared. He tilts his head back, groans and thrusts into the trickster’s throat, which widens to accommodate him.
He gasps as Loki’s teeth scrape him, and Loki’s nails dig into his stomach like tiny arrow heads.
Bill, son of Bill, chooses this inopportune moment to enter the chamber, saying, “Lord Balder, the Asgardian Committee for Latverian Healthcare Reform has got a list of suggestions drawn up, I’ve got it here. Uh, Heimdal says that the hunting party just got back, apparently they got lost and wound up in a reindeer reservation by accident, so that needs some smoothing over. Kelda was wondering if she could borrow one of the Doombots, I don’t know exactly why but she said something about…uh…”
Loki pulls his head away from Balder’s manhood, and gives Bill, son of Bills, an absolutely filthy look. Balder, keen to prevent an international incident- Bill is still an American citizen, after all- croaks, weakly, “Good Bill, I thank you for your news. Could you possibly wait outside, please, until I am finished discussing matters of state with Lord Loki.”
Loki makes a disgruntled sound as Bill flees and Balder’s shaft is engulfed once more.
Part four:
“I would ask, now that you are my official right hand, that you do not kill him for that,” Balder murmurs, and hisses as Loki’s mouth pulls back, leaving only the tip of him held between those teeth. His knees begin to buckle, and he places both hands on Loki’s shoulders, squeezing them. A gentle swipe of Loki’s tongue and Balder is bucking into his mouth and shuddering through orgasm.
At this proximity, Loki’s eyes are incredibly green, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as, above him, Balder pants. Staring down, Balder is mildly gratified to note that his ally- kin? Lover? He is used to categorizing these things- is erect.
“Very well. Provided he is not the source of further disruptions,” the man consents, and drags Balder down to the floor, where he is soundly used.
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When Thor learns of Balder’s decision, he turns his back on Asgard, dropping his cape at Balder’s feet and going to live among the humans. The Lady Sif does not follow him, for reasons of her own, but remains at court, watching Balder and his advisor carefully. The Warriors Three chase after Thor, and send reports back from various obscure parts of Midgard; Balder particularly likes the one of Volstagg coated in ochre, with two ladies in traditional Himba dress on either arm. He tells himself that this is good for strengthening international ties.
And now, with Odin gone, Doom gone, Thor gone, the business of building a nation from a pantheon begins. The good King Balder takes to it well, with the cunning and ruthless Loki Laufeyson at his right, and, soon enough, the Lord Bill and Lady Kelda as his advisors in the ways of mortal diplomacy. He rules justly and well, beloved of the downtrodden peasantry of Latveria and coveted by his silver-tongued Chancellor.
Until Sutur returns, of course, and the armies of Niflheim rise up against Midgard en masse. But Balder learns to deal with such disruptions.
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