Till death do us part

A few hours had passed, and I had almost emptied the bottle of wine that was brought to me earlier. I was about to call for a maid to bring me another bottle, but the door burst open with such force I was sure we were under attack.

Not all too surprised, I saw Thor enter Loki's chambers once more, clearly intoxicated, even worse than I was.

"Did I not tell you to leave me alone?" I groaned.

Thor didn't respond while walking towards me, trying his best not to stumble on his way towards my bed. When he stood by my side he grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of Loki's bed.

I was confused as to what was going on, why was he dragging me out of bed at this time of the night?

It didn't take me long before I realized what was going on. Thor forced me down on my knees, and I was face to face with his leather pants that were growing tighter by the second. He had come here to claim me, once more.

"Are you out of your mind? No way will I be spending the night with you," I spat, looking up at the drunken man.

"I am not asking you, I am telling you, as your husband, to shut the fuck up and do as you're told harlot," he growled.

He was delusional, there was no way I would willingly sleep with him, no way that I would suck him off, even though he was my husband. I wanted nothing from him, not even a single kiss.

It seemed I had little choice as he grabbed a large chunk of my hair, forcing me to look at his growing erection once more. I tried pushing away from him, but the alcohol in my veins had caused me to grow weaker, I couldn't defend myself at the moment.

Thor freed himself from his pants, his cock standing in front of me. It was disgusting to look at him without pants on, I wished he would just leave me alone. I tried pushing away from him once more, but he held onto my hair tightly.

"Please, Thor, don't do this," I begged him, looking up at the large intoxicated man.

His expression didn't indicate any empathy, he was in a touch-deprived state, that and the anger that was flowing in his veins were enough to be left with only the primal functions working in his brain.

Thor grabbed his cock, stroking himself a few times while maintaining eye contact. Was this a punishment for what I had done earlier that day?

Looking back, I now realize it was anger and sorrow that had turned into a pure fleshly desire. It was the loss of that Midgardian woman that had caused this.

"Open," I heard him order.

I, of course, didn't do as he told me to, I was not one to sleep with a man I no longer loved, especially this soon after losing the love of my life. I was taught better than to offer myself to someone I didn't care for.

When he realized I was not going to obey him, a palm was placed on my cheek with such force I would have fallen to the floor if he had not held onto my hair so tightly. I hissed at the violent act.

Thor repeated himself, giving me a few seconds to do as he ordered, but I refused. Instead of hitting me again, he somehow forced my jaw open, only to shove his cock into my mouth. I could taste the precum that was leaking from his tip, it was truly disgusting.

I thought about sinking my teeth into his flesh but gave up on that idea when the realization of me being thrown behind bars for such violent behavior, only for me to be raped by some common thieves, hit me. I could do nothing, thanks to those damn vowes that I had exchanged, thinking that I would be marrying a sweet and caring man that I could fall in love with.

Had it not been for his status I would not have hesitated to leave him, but as a princess, I couldn't.

Thor was not the man I was supposed to fall in love with, and he never could be. He was the kind of monster that everybody thought my Loki to be. Thor was violent and hungry for power, and Loki just wanted some peace so he could read his books and expand his knowledge.

If only he was here to save me, to get me out of this god-forsaken mess.

My husband began moving, coating his cock in my spit which I had been unable to swallow, all the while I still tried to pull away from him, unsuccessfully.

If only Loki was here, then I would not be forced to bed this horrible man. This narcissistic and disgusting creature that dared call himself a god. My eyes filled with tears, thinking about Loki saving me from his brother.

I thought of how I was betraying him, despite not wanting this, how he no longer was the last man to touch me, how the image of his gentle being would be wiped from my mind as I would only be able to think of how Thor had violated me in this drunken state.

Thor began pulling me further onto him, making me gag, but the sensation only made him more aroused. I heard his disgusting moans as I struggled to breathe. This was almost worse than dying at the hand of Laufey, death was much preferred.

He began moving faster, becoming louder with each thrust, all while I wanted to kill him, plotting my revenge somehow. Then, all of a sudden, he pulled himself from me, allowing my lungs to fill with air once more.

I spat on the floor, desperately not wanting to swallow his precum that had mixed with my saliva. None of his bodily fluids deserved to enter my body.

Thor didn't give me a chance to recover, to get on my feet and defend myself, before he grabbed my arm and in one fluid motion pulled me onto the bed, holding me down.

I kicked and screamed, hoping someone would hear me, but no one would be around Loki's chambers at this time of the night. It was hopeless, but I couldn't do anything else, a maid or guard noticing my pained yells would be my only saving.

Thor spread my legs effortlessly, if only I hadn't drunk that bottle of wine I could have defended myself, but Thor was left with the upper hand in this battle. He looked like a starved animal, a creature that had finally been released from its cage, and it horrified me.

There was no telling if he would hurt me, he had already slapped me once, and there was no telling if he would do it again, or find something worse.

I began hitting him on his chest with my hands, my fists not even leaving slight bruises. I saw how he became annoyed that I was resisting, and within seconds he pinned down my wrists with one of his large hands.

"Lay still," he growled.

I whined and began squirming under him, making it difficult for him to undress me in his drunken state. I thought this was how I would regain the upper hand, he could not force himself on me if he was too drunk to undress me. He would grow tired of me and find some maid to torture.

But I was wrong. Instead of growing tired of trying, he just ripped off my dress, throwing the remaining parts of the fabric onto the floor carelessly. I was left completely nude under him, my legs spread wide, exposing my cunt.

The cold air made my nipples harden. It was embarrassing that my body was reacting in such ways when I didn't want this, it was as if my mind was saying no but my body was saying yes.

Thor's eyes roamed over me, looking over every curve of my body before his free hand reached up to my left breast. It was anything but gentle as he began pulling on my nipple. The feeling made me gasp which only provoked a perverted grin on his face.

He thought I was enjoying this, that I was playing hard to get when I only wanted him to stop. I whined in pain as he continued to pull on my sensitive skin, which made him laugh each time.

His hand left my breast once more. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what twisted kinds of kinks this man wanted to try out on me as if I was a cheap pleasuring doll.

I heard a sound from about where his head had last been, and then something moving between my folds. I gasped at the sudden feeling, which only made him push his entire digit into my cunt.

I cursed myself for finding this the slightest bit erotic, this was not what I wanted, and I kept on telling myself such.

Thor's movements were sloppy as he pumped his finger in and out of my slit. He added a second finger after a bit, watching my every move as he did, like a predator looking at its next meal.

He pulled himself from me once more, looking at his fingers that had been lightly coated by my juices. He took this as another sign that I desperately wanted him, but it just showed that this man knew nothing of the female anatomy, which was embarrassing considering he was the future king of Asgard. He would be looked at as all-knowing and know nothing about women.

His eyes were glued to my cunt, I knew what was coming, but a small part of me still wished it wasn't true, that Thor was a kind and gentle person like his brother, and not a wild animal that forces himself on helpless ladies when drunk.

Thor's grip on my wrists tightened. It hurt like Hel and it was sure to leave bruises when he finally would let me go.

His free hand was once more on his cock, stroking his swollen member a few times before running the tip of his cock through my folds. I heard him moan at the feeling, the sound of him enjoying my misery just made me nauseous.

I felt him pushing against me, making his way into my cunt, stretching my velvet walls in a way they had not been stretched for a long time.

"No! Please, Thor, stop. Forcing yourself upon me is not going to make anything better," I cried, desperately hoping he would come to his senses.

He didn't, of course. Instead, just because I had expressed that I did not intend on having sex with him, he shoved all of his length inside of me, groaning when my muscles twitched at the sudden stretch.

I screamed in pain, not being warmed up properly made this hurt more than losing my virginity. He was ruining my body, not caring the slightest for the damage he was doing.

My eyes filled with tears again, and my vision became blurry.

Without mercy, he began pounding into me, clearly chasing any form of release. He was crushing me, not only removing any air in my lungs with the godly pace he had picked, but his body weight on my own didn't allow me to fill my lungs completely when I got the chance.

There was no point in holding back the tears, the events that had led up to this very moment had been too much, too many feelings bottling up inside of me.

"Such a pathetic mess," I heard him whisper to himself. Did he think of me as being weak for crying? How dare he call me such things?

"But it doesn't matter," he continued, "because, you're mine, all mine."

He rose from my body, still moving inside of me. We locked eyes, mine bloodred from crying and his darker than I had ever seen before. It could only be the lust and alcohol mixing behind those glassy eyes.

"Who else would even love you if I wasn't here?" he mocked. "No man would ever want you with those hideous marks on your neck anyways."

His words made me cry once more, despite just having stopped. Not only was he forcing himself upon me, he even thought I was ugly, just using my body when he became desperate.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," I repeated between cries.

I heard him chuckle at my words. He lowered himself onto me once more, picking up the pace as he did. His mouth was right next to my ear, I could feel his lips on my earlobe as he spoke.

"Till death do us part, wife," he groaned as he continued fucking me.

That was it, either he would die or I would. We could not co-exist as husband and wife. I had tried being somewhat civil, but no, I couldn't do it. I spent the next 10 minutes cursing him out, telling him how he would be sent to Hel and rot, but it didn't seem to face him or even annoy him the slightest, he just slammed into me harder or slapped my thigh.

At the rate he was going, his handprints would be all over my body for weeks.

Then, the dreaded time was upon me. I felt Thor's movements became sloppy, his pace was without rhythm, and with a last moan, he collapsed on top of me. I could feel his cock stitched inside of me while covering my velvet walls with his cum.

He laid on top of me for a while, lifeless, while I cried silently, praying to any and all gods that would listen to me, that I would not become pregnant, that I would not live the same dull life that I was pushed into the first time Thor had claimed me.

A child would be a death sentence for me.

Thor began moving again, slowly pulling out of my cum-filled cunt, hissing while doing so. He soon after let go of my wrists and I hurried over to the other side of the bed, desperate to get away from this horrible man.

He seemed almost disorientated, not sure where he was or how he had gotten there. He put his pants back on and just left. Not even a glance at me. He treated me like a common whore.

When the door closed I hurried to the bathing chamber, turning on the water, and making sure it was scoldingly warm. I needed to wash off the dirty feeling Thor had left on my body and try my best to have his sperm removed from my cunt before another tragedy took place.

I sat for hours in the boiling water, scrubbing at my skin while crying. No matter how long I stayed in the water I didn't feel clean. I was a disgusting creature for letting this happen, I shouldn't have let it happen.

In the end, I gave up on feeling clean. I was still slightly tipsy even though the previous events had been sobering like Hel and my body felt weaker than ever. I wanted to cry, but there were to tears left in me for the night, maybe in the morning.

My body had turned bright pink from the hot water, and I looked like a well-prepared lobster, but it was the last thing I could ever think about. What did I even have to wear? Thor had ripped my dress to shreds earlier.

The only clothing in my size that was anywhere near me were the gowns and dressed Loki had gotten for me when he and I first started our courtship. They would most likely not fit me anymore, they were made for when I was with child, after all, so they would be rather loose, but it brought me a bit of comfort to wear something Loki had gotten me.

The green silk brought back so many memories, it was almost lucky that I had no tears left to cry.

I got into the large bed, careful not to lay where Thor had been so kind to leave sweat and cum stains. I would have the maids tidy the bed in the morning, it would give me a chance to ask for more alcohol. If I had any reason to drink before, there was even more reason to drink now.

Right as I was about to drift off to sleep I felt a large figure get into bed behind me, cuddling up against me and hugging me from behind.

I was too tired to reach, thinking it was just my imagination playing tricks on me in this drunken state I was in. How else could the man I loved be laying in our bed, smelling like old books and mint like always? He was dead.

This was just my mind comforting me after what I had been through.

"Sleep, darling, you have been through enough already," I heard him whisper behind me. "Tomorrow morning we can go for a walk in the gardens and plan for when our child arrives," he said.

My mind was being cruel, but it was oddly comforting. It was just like when he was alive and I was still carrying our child. I felt him stroke my arm ever so gently, and it didn't take me long to fall asleep. How could I not when I finally felt safe for the first time in weeks?