The Return of Loki
Thor did not shed a tear when Heimdall left him to ascend to Valhalla. It was a glorious fight and it was every Asgardian’s goal to end up there, as a result of dying in mortal combat. But when he returned to the home they had shared, when he slipped into the maiden’s gown he had become used to wearing, and instinctively got up on his hands and knees, it was only then that Thor realised what he would miss. Before Heimdall’s huge cock would have slid into his cunt twice a day, if not more, giving him the pleasure that he both needed and desired. To be Heimdall’s wife and partner had made him happier than ever before. But now that was no more.
There were of course other adventures to be had. His old shipmates in The Milano welcomed him back with open arms, he reunited with his old love Jane Foster, saved the universe, and so forth. But life was not the same. And when he had the chance, he returned to the home he had spent with Heimdall. He knew that any of the Avengers would welcome a chance to pleasure themselves on his prodigious cunt (except for that cock hound Captain America, but that was another story). And that would have been fine. They were all fantastic warriors and they deserved the reward that he could give them. But he felt there was something missing and he couldn’t shake the feeling. He was wandering through the house, his skimpy little maiden robe barely covering his big arse when he felt a vibration in the air. “Well, well, big brother. I always suspected as such.”
Thor turned around to see his brother Loki, whom as far as he knew was dead! “Brother!” He exclaimed in delight. “You’re not dead.”
“Well, I did die,” Loki admitted. “But then I think one of the time stones changed things and …” even for the God of Mischief it was all a bit hard to explain. “Anyway, I’m alive and I travel through time, that’s the bit you need to know.”
Thor stepped up and embraced his brother who hugged him back, though one of his hands strayed dangerously close to the hem on Thor’s maiden robes.
“And the robes, brother?” He asked. “If I’m not mistaken these are the robes of a maiden. And we are in Heimdall’s house. What has been happening in my absence?”
Thor shrugged his shoulders. Loki was his brother so there was no reason not to share the truth, but he was mischievous. He might do all sorts of things with the information. On the other hand, Loki was about the only person he’d fought with who didn’t know that Thor’s experience with the Shi’ar had resulted in changes to his body. No longer was his cock all powerful. Instead, his big muscle arse had turned into a juicy cunt that desired other huge cocks to plough it.
“We’ve been fighting side by side for a long time,” Thor said simply. “It made sense for me to be his maiden to cement the bond. Until that is, his passing.”
“I see,” Loki pursed his lips. He could feel a stirring in his loins at the very thought of everything his brother was not telling him. The maiden’s robe barely covered what looked to be an even bigger arse on his brother than he imagined. Everyone knew that Heimdall saw everything. It was not much of a stretch to imagine the huge warrior had a kinky side. “Well never mind all that. I need your help on a mission.”
“You do?” Thor could not disguise his excitement. He was heartily sick of moping around the house. He needed to get out and do some fighting.
“It involves a little time travelling,” Loki smiled. “And perhaps a little magic, but I think you’ll appreciate the end result.”
“Excellent, little brother,” Thor teased him. “Let me get changed and we’ll be on our way.”
“Alas. No time for that,” Loki smirked, grabbing Thor’s hand and propelling them through the vortex.
Thor looked appropriately shocked at the speed of it, and the experience of travelling back in time, that he barely noticed his maiden’s dress had ridden up. Loki did however, and riled from his brothers teasing over the years, he could only mumble, “And you call me the little brother,” as he noticed that Thor’s cock was much smaller than he remembered.
With a shuddering halt, they arrived in the Asgard of their youth.
“Old Asgard!” Thor exclaimed. “Why are we here? Isn’t there a risk we’ll bump into each other?” Loki smiled. “You were away, don’t worry. I checked in advance.”
“So, what’s the mission?”
“I need to remove an item from the armoury,” Loki explained. “One that shouldn’t be there. We’ve got a fight on our hands with this Kang.”
“And what’s my task?” Thor asked.
“I need you to distract the teenage Fandral and Volstagg who are guarding the armoury,” Loki explained.
“But how will I do that?” Thor shrugged. “I didn’t look that different back then. “
“Sadly, that’s true,” Loki sighed, and he waved his fingers, conjuring up an illusion. Thor didn’t immediately feel different but as he looked down, he swore he looked more like a maiden than ever before.
“Now you look a maiden to match your frock,” Loki declared.
“Oh!” Thor realised what had happened, and even his voice was a little higher than usual. Loki had been playing little tricks like this on him for years, though he’d never gone as far to actually change how Thor looked. He’d tried something once when they were boys, and as a result his father had spanked him so hard that he’d done many things, but never a gender swap. Thor presumed that with neither of their parents around in their real time line, Loki felt less concerned.
“Now in you go, my little maiden,” Loki slapped Thor’s not inconsiderable arse, “And seduce those boys.”
Before he had time to think about it, Thor found him thrust in the room. Fandral and Volstagg were lounging on the steps of the armoury, looking tremendously bored. Fandral the Dashing sprung to his feet, his rapier out. “Who goes there?” He challenged the beautiful maiden who stood before him.
“Eek!” Thor squeaked, his hands instantly moving to cover his breasts and pussy. “Fandral!” Volstagg the Valiant admonished, as he slowly stood up. “Can’t you see it’s a beautiful maiden?”
Thor noticed that Volstagg pumped his huge bicep as he stood up. For a moment Thor was thoroughly bemused. The Volstagg he recalled had been such a ladies man that he never needed such a crass, macho action of flexing a bicep to get a girl. And Fandral would have strolled into battle, with nothing more than a wax of his moustache before the fight would commence. Thor had forgotten how young they had all been, how desperate to please, how much they talked about maidens, and yet how often the beautiful maidens would turn their gaze, titter behind their hands, and wave them away.
Fandral instantly lowered his rapier and bowed. “My greatest apologies, oh loveliest of maidens. It’s just that you surprised us so.”
Thor instantly relaxed and surprised himself by giggling, and flicking his hair. ‘Goodness,’ he chuckled to himself. ‘As a maiden I’m quite the flirt.’ Out of the corner of his eye he saw Loki waiting for him to get on with it, as if time was urgent. Which was a strange thing for someone who apparently regularly time-travelled, Thor pondered. Before he had time to say anything, Volstagg had got up, made his way over to him and his hand was moving down his back, getting dangerously close to the hem of his maiden’s robe.
“So, what are you doing down here, my lovely?” Volstagg whispered. “Do you not know that this area is off limits to the likes of you?”
“But that means the two of you will be stuck here alone, with no one to entertain you,” Thor the maiden cooed. And he ran his hand up Volstagg’s arm until he reached the big bicep, which he squeezed.
Volstagg swallowed, and Thor turned to gaze at Fandral, fluttering his eyelids. “What about you, my dashing swordsman?” He whispered. “It must be boring down here. Would you not like a little reward for your loyal service?”
“You mean…”
Thor moved Fandral’s hand until it rested on his bosom which was about the same size as his pecs in real life, and the nipples just as big, and just as hard. “I’m sure warriors such as yourselves have given plenty a maiden a good night. Won’t you both pleasure me?”
“Both of us?” Volstagg’s voice trembled with nervous excitement.
“I’m a naughty maiden,” Thor whispered in Volstagg’s ear. And then he looked down at Fandral, who had sheathed his sword, taken off his gloves and had slipped his hands under the maiden’s tunic to fondle her breasts.
“For the love of Thor!” Fandral gasped, as he stepped back and began to unbutton his own tunic.
Thor took it as a sign for him to seal the deal, which he did by slipping out of the maiden’s dress in one simple move. It fell to the floor and even Thor paused for a second to admire his flawless, feminine body. Regardless of whatever spell Loki had cast, Thor made a stunning maiden.
“What are you waiting for, Volstagg?” Fandral asked, as he hopped around the room trying to get his boots off.
“But… together?” Volstagg blushed. “Are you sure?”
“Listen. You can either join in, or watch me,” Fandral decided. “But we are great warriors, are we not? And this should be just another great victory we achieve.”
“You’re right!” Volstagg declared, and with a roar he tore off his armour. Both teenage warriors were naked a few seconds later, and Thor found himself staring right down at their cocks. He’d become quite a connoisseur of cock recently, and was able to anticipate what sort of pleasure they would give him. Volstagg and Fandral’s cocks resembled them both. Volstagg’s was thick and the same width all the way, Fandral’s was long and thin, but with a bulbous head. And whilst they were not the cocks of Gods, they were at least the cocks of legendary warriors to be.
Thor signalled with his hands for them to come towards him, and as they stepped cautiously towards him, he fell to his knees, taking a cock in each hand and guiding them towards his mouth.
“By all the gods of Valhalla!” Fandral gasped, as he felt his cock be enveloped by Thor’s experienced mouth.
“Oh Odin! Yes! Oh yes!” Volstagg squeaked, before his voice became a more manly growl.
Thor took one cock, then the other in his mouth, deep throating them in one single swallow. He had learnt plenty at the hands of Altzar and Talhua, the two Shi’ar warriors who had introduced him to the joy of pleasuring men. But it was Heimdall who had trained him into being able to take a cock in one go. The All-Seeing God expected a blow job every morning, and one immediately before he went into battle. Thor had become quite skilled at dropping to his knees, swallowing that huge cock and coaxing a huge load out of his partner in double-quick time. It had been his plan here today, sure that his teenage friends would be overwhelmed.
He did notice out of the corner of his eye that Loki had not yet slipped past Volstagg and Fandral, even though Thor had them so distracted that a Titan could have shown up, and they wouldn’t have noticed. Thor tried to signal to Loki with his eyes that he could get past, but his brother cautiously remained where he was. Thor sighed. He knew if he spent any more time blowing his friends, they would cum, and there was only one way he knew to extend this.
He released the cocks from his mouth and lent back.
“What’s happening?” Fandral whimpered.
“You boys don’t want to blow your load like this,” Thor the maiden assured them with a wink as he stood up.
“You mean…” Volstagg understood immediately.
“You need to fuck me first though,” Thor pointed to Fandral. “And only up the arse. We can’t have you getting me pregnant, can we?”
This was clearly not true, but Thor didn’t know for certain what would happen if one of the boys tried to fuck the illusion of a pussy at the front.
Fandral didn’t need to be told twice, as he bent Thor over and started to slide in to the welcoming arse. “Oh yes, yes, yes,” he started to gabble, as he pounded Thor. It was an energetic fuck, not like the usual deep ones that Heimdall had given him. But sometimes when his maiden’s dress had slipped when he was bending over, or when he was emerging from the bath and the soap suds slid down his huge arse, Heimdall had taken Thor and fucked him like they were newlyweds. This pounding brought back such memories, though Thor was focused enough to slip Volstagg’s cock back into his mouth at the same time. The thickness of his friend’s cock made his entire body tingle with excitement. He’d very quickly embraced the pleasure that a cock could give a man, and he knew that Volstagg would finish him off well. Fandral’s cock on the other hand, was an opener… with that big head he could open your cunt and fuck you energetically. Thor wished he could have enjoyed them both when they were men, but alas they had died in combat. Maybe when he too got to Valhalla and joined them, they would be able to experience making love with each other.
Thor took his mouth off Volstagg’s cock and signalled for them to switch positions. He presumed Loki had finally got past them to take whatever he needed from the Vaults, and he could focus on getting his friends to cum. “Ohhh!” He moaned with pure pleasure as Volstagg’s huge cock penetrated him.
“You hear that?” Volstagg chuckled. “The maiden likes my big thick cock.”
“Just look at her swallowing mine,” Fandral boasted. “It’s like she’s never sucked one before.”
Thor could imagine them grinning at each other, he even looked up and caught a glimpse of them locking forearms in a warrior’s salute. It was only then that Thor recalled a memory, told over a battlefield campfire, of their first times. Volstagg and Fandral had recalled the time a beautiful, slutty maiden had thrown herself at them, and they had taken her together, as comrades-in-arms. Volstagg’s thick cock slammed deep into Thor and he let out an appreciative moan as he realised, he was that maiden! His cunt tightened at the thought and he heard a huge groan from his friend.
“I’m cumming. By all the Gods! I’m cumming!”
“Uh, uh, uh!” Fandral whimpered, “Me too!” As his hands gripped Thor’s head to hold the maiden in place.
Thor could feel the flood of cum from both directions, it was a delicious load from Fandral and an epic one from Volstagg, flooding his cunt. He kept sucking Fandral in the hope that there would be more, until he realised he had cum himself, his load dribbling out his imaginary pussy.
“Look at that!” Fandral gasped. “We made her cum!”
Thor stood up, flicking his long blonde hair behind him, and running his hands over his naked body.
”That was wonderful boys. You really know how to show a maiden a good time.” And he laughed, as the two youngsters slumped. They’d get their energy back in a little and Thor had to admit that he was ready for a second go until he noticed Loki signalling from behind a curtain. With a reluctance, he picked up his maiden’s tunic, holding it in front of his pussy, and waved them a goodbye.
“Did you get what you need?” Thor asked his brother. A time-travelling Loki was a dangerous thing, but he was the god of Mischief after all. Thor had learnt that Loki would get what he wanted, one way or another.
“Oh yes,” Loki confirmed. “Time we got out of here. Unless you want to visit old dad,” he teased. “You know how Odin loves a comely maiden.”
Thor – the maiden – gave Loki an angry stare, showing him there were barriers that even he wouldn’t cross.
“Just an idea,” Loki smirked. “You certainly looked like you were enjoying it.” They were heading out of the Palace when they heard the call for guards. “They must have discovered it’s gone!” Loki declared. “Quick. Hide in here.” And he pushed the maiden into the room. Thor stumbled in and heard the door slam behind him, Loki was nowhere to be seen, and must have chosen another room to hide in. Thor looked around and frowned. He recognised the room, but he couldn’t quite recall whose bedroom it was. Suddenly there was noise at the door and he found himself scrambling to hide beside the bed.
“Someone’s here! I can feel them.” The voice said.
Thor lifted his head without thinking, shocked as he was to see the teenage Loki staring at him.
“Are you a witch?” The teenage Loki looked at Thor the maiden. “I’ve not seen you before. I’m going to call the guards.”
“No, no!” Thor the maiden protested, jumping up and letting the tunic fall to the floor, her beautiful naked body there for Loki to stare at. “I’m just an innocent maiden who got lost.”
“You don’t look very innocent,” Loki pointed out. “And the only thing you’ve lost is your dignity. Maybe I should call the guards.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Thor walked up, his hands playing with his large breasts as he did. The teenage Loki’s eyes stayed glued to them. Men were so easy to distract, it made him wonder if he’d been like this before he discovered the pleasure a big cock could give you. “Perhaps it is I who can do something for you,” he smiled and ran his hands down his teenage brother’s body. He briefly contemplated if this was right or not, but then it occurred to him that he knew Loki was adopted, and they were on different timelines. And after all, he now realised that he had been Fandral and Volstagg’s first time. So, whatever happened now, was already in the past.
The young Loki looked delighted at the potential. “You should suck my cock,” he hissed.
“Anything my young lord,” Thor the maiden smiled and undid Loki’s pants, freeing the cock from its restraints. It wasn’t the biggest cock he’d ever sucked, but it was still fairly sizable, and like any youth’s, it was rock-hard and immediately ready to go.
Thor wrapped his lips around it, swallowing it in one go. “God’s, oh by the Gods!” Young Loki moaned, his hand starting to run his fingers through Thor’s hair. Thor kept sucking until he suddenly felt a load fill his mouth. He went to release, but Loki kept his hands on Thor’s head, and it in place. “Keep sucking. I’ll be hard again in minutes. This is so fucking hot.”
Thor did as requested, and quickly realised that Loki was right. He could feel the young cock start to stiffen again as his throat worked its magic. “Damn the Gods, this is better than I even imagined,” young Loki growled. And he put both his hands into Thor’s hair, gripping tightly and starting to fuck Thor’s throat like it was a pussy. If the thought of giving his brother a great first time wasn’t enough, it was hot to be with someone who knew what they wanted. Heimdall had been like that, always demanding and expecting Thor to be ready at a moment’s notice. Thor loved the need to pleasure a man, loved letting them feel big and powerful. If Loki hadn’t been such trouble, Thor wondered if he wouldn’t have been a great lover. “Put your hands behind your back,” Loki ordered, shaking Thor out of his dream state.
Thor did as he was ordered, trying to maintain his balance while on his knees, his big maiden tits bouncing up and down. Loki kept a good grip on his head though, even as Thor started to gag a little. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh hell yes!” Loki screamed as he shot his second load down Thor’s throat. “That was much better than I imagined, brother,” he hoarsely whispered.
Thor looked up in shock as Loki waved his hand and magically transformed both of them back to their present-day versions of themselves. “You don’t think I was going to miss my chance to enjoy the real Thor, did you?”
And before Thor could answer, Loki waved his hands and handcuffed his brother, adding a collar around his throat for good measure, with a leash in Loki’s hand.
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