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It is a day of celebration, the anniversary of New Asgard. And nearly three thousand Aseir gathered in the common halls to the ever joy of Allfather Thor.
The men surrounding him said something but Thor wasn’t listening; he is trying to look over their heads, across the halls to find his daughter. He couldn’t see Thrud anywhere.
Not in the crowd of younglings around the feast table or over at the royal table. The young Princess didn’t want to be at the feast. Wouldn’t be at all, if Loki hadn’t coaxed her into attending; only for his brother to vanish from New Asgard this morning. Now Thor is struck with a missing princess and a mob of concerned citizens yapping at him. About him and his family.
Oh! Poor Allfather, losing his wife to child birth- so soon after loosing his home. How will he raise a daughter and take care of New Asgard at the same time. As if he hadn't been doing just that for past two decades.
And the young princess, did you see? She’s a handful. Dressed like that....
Thrud was a handful of something, alright, and nowhere in sight.
Dressed like that. Thor had almost said something before they left the house. But he hadn’t said anything. He spent a lot of time doing that nowadays; watching Thrud, and not saying anything. Watching her shut doors on his face. Watching her come home with skinny knees scuffed up and the corner of her little mouth still dark with dried blood.
It would be stupid to call her out on her behavior. He had lived through this once, when the old Asgard was still standing. For all that Sif hated Loki, her daughter takes after her uncle . (even if they had no shared blood).
Thor didn’t dare say a thing, not even when Thrud preferred to stay at his brother's empty cottage than come home to him.
When she came home, Thrud would hole herself in her bedroom, and Thor could do nothing. He’d watch, though, the skinny legs and the swing of the denim shorts. He’d wonder if the bruise on the back of her neck was from training with Valkyrie or from picking fights with her peers. The molten bruises just peeking over the top of the all black t-shirt, another thing she has in common with his brother.
Atleast she goes to her classes.
She’s always been quiet, reasoned Loki. And Thor feels, that's another way he failed her. Grieving the loss of Sif, on top of Loki and Asgard; Thor failed to provide his child the same happy childhood he had lived through. It's no wonder she latched on to Loki when he was resurrected. If not for golden curls and the clap of thunder in the sky whenever she got angry, Thor would've believed Thrud is his brother's child.
Children go through phases, said Valkyrie.
Volsatgg's youngest daughter sheared off her auburn hair when a boy made fun of it.
Phases. Now his people are talking about his daughter.
It stung. He thought he was doing alright. He was giving Thrud space.
'Odin's balls’ Thor cursed, out loud, and Old Hilde flinched. He sees her.
Everything will be fine. He could see Thrud now, over at the back, leaning against the pillar, and Thor excused himself to go to her. Pretended he was needed elsewhere and made his way across the crowd towards his daughter.
Thrud looked like a dark cloud in the cheerfully decorated hall, looking intently at her drink, and he briefly wondered what was in her mug, to get so lost in her head. Thor finally understood the earlier comment. Dressed like that;
Not suitable for a young princess on any day much less founding of New Asgard; cut-off denim shorts and a wistful of red and green bracelets. Black Kohl lining her delicate eye-lids. Black studs glistening in her ears. A emerald green crop top that didn’t quite cover the dip of her navel. Dark clothes, red mouth, goose-fleshed golden skin.
“Thrud.” Thor called out, across the halls. His daughter didn’t hear. Or just didn’t want to hear.
And Thor hurried around the crowd.
Thrud was frowning down at her cup, her soft golden hair damp along her forehead like she’d dunk herself in the fountains outside. Her crop top stained wet on the front like she'd spilt her drink on it. Thor noticed a scratch down her leg. And her knees were scuffed again. A must nowadays. she is leaning against the pillar, staring at her drink.
Thor looked at Thrud. Thrud didn’t look up. Not at him, not at anyone, and Thor realized his daughter was ignoring everybody, but most of all the man in the black suit, dressed to the nines and hiding from Thor till this moment.
“Loki” Thor called out, to Loki this time. “ You are here.”
His brother didn’t answer. He nodded his head, still focused on his niece, and Thor swallowed hard. His easy dismissal left Thor itching to throw strombreaker at his head.
He turned back to his daughter. “I was looking for you. The people want to meet their Princess.”
Thrud looked up at him, a funny little look with her big blue eyes blinking, and her chubby face looked very pale, and very sick, immediately Thor tensed up.
“What happened? Are you sick? Do you want me to take you to the healers?”
“No.” whispered Thrud. Which isn’t good. His daughter never whispered.
“ You should go to bed.” said Loki, and Thrud gave a little nod, pissing Thor off.
“Alright.” said Thor. “ I will take her home and get her settled for the night.”
“She’ll be fine.” Loki said. “ The people need their King to celebrate with them. I will escort her back.”
And Thrud looked at Loki, a proper look, not the dark look Thor received across the dinner table and Thor felt his own stomach twist. Sickening.
“ No, I will take her back.” he said.
“What?” Finally, his daughter was looking at him.
“ Come now, princess. Let me take you back. Put down your mug and follow your father home.”
Thor grabbed Thrud’s wrist and pulled her towards the doors, a harder tug than he’d meant to but she was being a unreasonable and worse, she was making him look stupid infront of his people.
Her little wrist was frail, bird-like in his grip.
His daughter made a noise, a choking noise, and Thor stopped short and found her puking, a sputter of bile across the grass.
“Norns.” he said. He didn’t let go of Thrud’s limp wrist, as she wiped her trembling mouth with the back of her other hand, eyes half closed, and someone, a woman was yelling out behind them from the halls.
“ Oh my lord! Is the princess alright?”
Thor said nothing. He had nothing to say, he didn’t stop walking as he dragged Thrud down the road.
He only stopped when they reached their spacious home. He didn’t look at his daughter’s as he dragged her to bathroom. He felt her half-stumble to keep up at his side as he pulled her down the hallway, into the cold clean white-tiled bathroom and closed the door behind them.
He watched her rub her hands on her little top with a frown.
“I’m not sick.” Thrud said. “I’m fine.” Tilting up her chin and glaring at him. The sullen eleven-year-old stare, her clothes still stinking of vomit, and Thor blinked at her.
‘What's wrong with you?’
No answer. Thrud leaned back against the sink.
Thor grunted in anger and turned to the shower. Set the taps running, checking the temperature as the hiss of water slowly warmed. He looked back over his shoulder at his daughter.
“What happened to your leg?”
“What?”
“This.” Thor turned, and bent to touch his fingertips to the long scratch down her bare thigh.
Thrud stood very still. “Training.” She looked away at the frosted-glass window, breathing hard. Thor could hear it. See it, the quick little breaths of her skinny chest.
“And this?” Thor saw the edge of it first, the marks under the dark green top, and raised the hem slowly. The bruising wasn’t even dark yet, just a ripe red color, long finger marks across his daughter’s heaving chest.
“Nothing.”Thrud closed her eyes.
Thor knelt down, holding up the thin top, and he was level with the bruises. With his daughter’s flat chest and kitten nipples, sharp and pink and shadowed with splotched purple. Marked. Bitten, and Thor pulled the top down again. He looked up at Thrud’s closed pale face.
“What” he said, “in the realms is this?”
“Nothing.” said Thrud again, and she opened her blue eyes wide and wet and fluttering. Faltering.
“Where were you?”
“ Nowhere.” scuff marks from the stone floors, raw on soft little knees.
“ Who did this to you?”
Her little red mouth was pressed closed. Her chin was crumpling. “Nobody.”
Thor spun her around and tugged at the denim shorts. They were buttoned high and tight and he reached around her hips, fumbling at them, and Thrud held on to the edge of the sink and said nothing as her father got the buttons undone and dragged the shorts down.
Thor sat back on his heels.
His daughter was wearing a g-string, a tiny red lacy thing. Where in Helheim had she gotten something like that? And her skin. The whole swell of her soft rump was bruised, red with thumb-prints and bitten purple, marked with teeth and fingers and scratched until the blood showed across the golden pebbling skin.
It couldn't be. Thor would have noticed this.
Except he hadn't. He never saw his daughter undressed. He hadn't seen anything.
Thor reached out his hand, and his hand was shaking. He touched his daughter’s bare body lightly. Pressing in his fingertips.
“This” he said. He could hear his own voice thick with disgust and anger. “This wasn’t one time.”
Thrud said nothing, leaning on the edge of the bathroom bench.
“Who?” Thor was breathing hard, already trying to swallow the sour heat that built in his throat. That look Thrud had given Loki. Her uncle. “When?” Thor knelt up close against her back, and heard the squeak as Thrud was pushed into the edge of the sink.
He was close at his daughter's ear, at the twinkling black stud and the soft golden hair, matted with sweat from... from what, from that? “You didn’t.” he said. Harshly. “Loki. You let him do this to you?”
Thrud was shaking, her narrow back against the press of Thor’s body. “No.” she whispered. “I didn’t. we didn’t. “
Thor wanted to slap her. It was insane. She was going to deny it even with her pants around her ankles. “I can see it.” he said, and he leaned in close to Thrud’s thin neck. “ Norns, I can smell him on you....”And her skin was heavy with it, across her crop top, down her shoulder and her back, musty and salty, sweat and sex. Thor knelt back, looking at the tremble of her bare rump, at the strap of red lace that disappeared down between the round bruised buttocks.
“Come here.” he said, and he had to clear his throat. His chest was hot.
He pulled Thrud by the hips and she stumbled over the puddled denim shorts, swung to the edge of the bathtub and bashing her knees against it. “Here.” and Thor shoved at his daughter’s shoulders, bending the girl over. Thrud was gripping the bath’s edge, hanging her head between her skinny arms, and Thor crouched down behind her on the cold tiles.
He ran his finger down the line of red panties and heard her make a muffled noise. It burned through Thor’s whole body. His throat. His hands.
He tucked his fingertip under the strap of lace. The fabric was wet. “You.” he said. “Did you let him in here?”
Thrud didn’t say anything. Thor didn’t expect her to.
He pulled the lace aside with his fingertip and pressed the scratched-up ass-cheeks apart and he was shaking, he was blinking away the prickle in his eyelids at the sight of the swollen little red folds, stained and puffy-lipped, twitching as his daughter pressed her skinny thighs together.
“You’re going to lie?” Thor couldn’t look away from the bruise-dark folds. He was trying to breathe. Trying not to move, trying not to notice the flaring heat between his legs. Because that wasn't the right reaction. “You’re going to tell me you didn’t let him fuck you.”
“No.”Thrud made a long wailing sound between her teeth, her head hung low. “I didn’t let uncle Loki. I told him to, I told him to...” Her little pussy tightened. A glisten of pink.
Thor made a sound, a low sound in his chest. “Did you like it?”
Thrud whimpered.
Thor slapped his palm hard across the shivering rump and she flinched. “Did you like it when Loki’s inside you?”
Thrud’s grip was white-knuckled on the bath’s rim. “Mhm...” She turned her bent head, looked down between her arms at Thor. Her little red mouth was gathered up. Her blonde lashes were wet. “Yes. Yes. I wanted uncle Loki to, I’m sorry...” she gasped.
Thor felt the slow flip in his chest. Pumping like his blood. He shouldn't have hit her. But this bruised-up bare ass. He wasn't the first.
“ Norns.” he cursed.
He pressed the tip of his index finger to the bruised folds and pulled them apart. And pushed his finger in, and it was wet inside. A squelch, a hot slip in the softness of his daughter’s hole, and Thrud squealed.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry daddy...”
“Why?” Thor sank his finger in up to the knuckle and closed his eyes. He felt her walls close around it as she clenched wildly. “Why the fuck would you let him?”
“Uncle kissed me.” Thrud’s voice was a babble, muffled as she pressed her chin against her chest. High, panicky. “He kissed me and I wanted uncle Loki to, I’m sorry...”
His daughter’s words were a sickness now, creeping through him. It was too much to know how his lover and daughter betrayed him. But Thor wasn’t finished. He wanted to know. Everything. Everything.
He hooked his thumb between her swollen folds.
“When?” He opened his eyes, looking at the raw bruised flesh beneath his hand. The bruises on his daughter’s body were all colors; pale yellow; deep purple, dark red. “This wasn’t once. How long have you been doing this?”
“I don’t know, last fall, it hurts, please daddy.....”
A year. Thrud had been letting Loki fuck her for nearly a year, Loki, her uncle, his brother and lover, the thought of Loki riding this soft little body was too much. The image of it. His little girl pinned down under those hands. Held open, bitten. Noisy. Thrashed. It hurts. Thor gritted his teeth. Of course it hurts, you stupid slut, he fucked you raw. It surged in his guts and he moved his thumb, rough into the wet hole, and a dribble of white fluid squeezed out of his daughter’s shivering pussy. Loki’s cum still hot inside her.
And Thrud’s shaky knees were bumping together, she was bouncing on her toes, trying not to move against the fingers pressed inside her.
“Do you suck him off?”
“Yesssss......” A moan.
“Do you swallow it?”
“Yes. I’m so sorry daddy, I won’t do it anymore.....”
Thor curled his hand between her legs. He felt over the lace panties, found the soft little nub nestled in her folds and pushed his fingertips against the plumpness, pinching it between his fingers. Thurd moved against it, rubbing into his touch, and Thor saw the shift of the panties against his hand.
He groaned. “You,” he said hoarsely. “You take everything. You’re a slut. You know that?”
“Yes,” said his daughter, “yes, yes...”and there was something too rhythmic about her gasping little voice. Thor swallowed at the bitter taste in his mouth. At the stiffness straining inside his robes.
“Does Loki call you that?”
'” Yes, daddy.” Thrud pushed back into Thor’s fingers. “Please, daddy. Hnh. I’m so sorry....”
“ What else does he call you?”
“Baby. Uncle Loki calls me baby. He says.....unh...... I beg prettily.....”’
“Odin's balls.” Thor knelt up close, breathless, and slid his hand around Thrud’s bony chest. Under her crop top and up the bump of ribs to his daughter’s gasping throat and he squeezed his hand around it. His other hand against her clit, thumb within the shivering cunt. Thrud wheezed, choked. Tightened. “What else? What else, you whore?”
“Uncle Loki says, he says my cunt’s better than yours....”
Thor breathed. And again. And felt the fluttering clench of the little body. And the heat in his own.
“Does he make you say his name?” He would, the little prick. He'd love the sound of that, his own name on that hot pink tongue, he’d probably make his little whore call him King Loki. Please, my king.....beg him......
“N-no.” Thrud is gasping. “No. No. I call him... please...” It is a heaving whisper. “Daddy. I call him daddy.”
Thor watched the clenching fingers on the edge of the bath. The chipped black nail-polish. “Do you?” he asked. “Do you, now?” And he let go of Thrud’s throat and pulled his thumb away and heard the gasping, too, as his daughter breathed rough and deep, and he began to undo his trousers.
His daughter's naked little legs were wobbly and she sinks down onto her knees. Thor pulled her into place firmly. Propped her against the bath-edge again.
“Hold tight.” he said, and it was almost kind. He hooked his fingers under the her red lace panties and pulled them, snagged, dragging, down to the little knees. And finished undoing his pants, flopped his achey cock out and slid the ugly head of it down the trembling cleft of his daughter’s cheeks.
“Please.” said Thrud. She was shaking feverishly. “Please, please......”
“What?” Thor held his daughter by the hips, digging in his fingertips. Fitting them to the curve of Thrud’s waist. To the bruises his brother had left. “What is it you want? You’re going to beg for it?”
“No, it hurts daddy.”
“Oh!” said Thor. He bent his head to the flushed little neck. “You’ve had enough? Loki was enough for you? First you’re trying to fuck yourself on my hand and now you don’t want it any more?”
Thrud moaned. Loud enough to hear over the rush of the running shower. “Please, daddy....”
“Yes.” said Thor. He pressed his cock-head to his daughter’s little cunt. “Say it. Say it.” And he eased himself inside, feeling the stretch, the wet, and Thrud was bucking against him. “Poor baby,” Thor said. “Have you changed your mind? You said you liked this.”
He grunted and kneed her forwards. Thrud scrabbled, slipped, was pressed up to the tiles outside of the bath, her soft little chest ground against the cold porcelain. Pinned between the tiles and her daddy’s hips as Thor began to fuck her.
It was good, the very best. Good. Slim and hot as his own fist. Hotter than he could have dreamed, too tight. Fitting the plunge of his cock, and he shoved, and he shoved, gripping the bony hips. How many times had Loki been in here? Shaking in the heat of his little girl’s body, feeling the tender flesh squeeze him.
“Daddy..” cried Thrud, “please, daddy...” and her small body strained back against Thor’s chest. Chin tilted up, her eyelids bruised and red lips apart. Panting, wide-mouthed. Already beginning to sob.
“Don’t cry.” said Thor shortly. “It isn’t cute.” But his daughter’s wet eyes and jumpy raggedy breaths made him want to bite things and he pushed Thrud’s head away from him and held it, held the girl’s neck bent low across the side of the bath as he rocked into the wet little hole.
“Daddy…” The voice was a loud wail. “Daddy, unh, daddy…”
Thor hissed. “Shut up.” He gritted his teeth. “ The whole of Asgard will hear you, calling for your daddy’s cock. Ah...” He slid his hand from the back of Thrud’s slim neck and up to grip her hair. Her legs were pressed wide against the side of the bath and her little tummy was folded over it as Thor grunted. His baby girl’s moans were becoming gasps. “Enough? Enough?”
Thrud didn’t answer, only gurgled.
Thor pulled out sharply, left her little cunny twitching open and caught her by the waist. “Come here.” he said, and Thrud slumped back onto his lap, her arms limp. “Enough?”
Thrud looked up at him, her mouth trembling red. “ It hurts.” she is crying. And it wasn’t cute, with her nose bubbling snot and her eyes smudged and her chin wet with drool. Shaking with sobs, her bony chest heaving, and her nipples sharp through the thin crop top.
Thor swallowed. “Baby.” he said. A whisper, and it burned his mouth. “Thrud, Baby.”
Thrud sniffled, her head lolling heavy against the crook of Thor’s arm. “I’m sorry.” he said again, and she was looking up with big wet eyes.
Thor bent his head, smelling the sour panting mouth. Licked at the slippery chin, and his baby girl made a noise like a broken doll, a rising moan, and Thor kissed her. Pushed his tongue into the sharp sick heat of Thrud’s mouth and felt his baby whimper under him. Felt his little girl’s lips sucking back at his, the little wet tongue soft and hungry.
He grunted and rolled his hips, up against his daughter sitting sideways over his knees. Thrud was holding onto his robes now, twisting her sticky hands in it as he tilted up her stained face for her daddy’s kisses. Thor pushed his tongue in deeper, straining. If he pushed it far enough he might find a part of his daughter that didn’t taste of Loki. Harder. Deeper. The slippery roof of the hot mouth, and Thrud choked.
Thor pulled his daughter upright and settled her legs over his lap, wide, splayed, pulled the heaving chest close against his and held the little body still as he reached around and worked his cock back into his daughter's little hole.
Thrud was sobbing already, wincing. “Hnn, hah, it stings, daddy....”
Thor breathed through his teeth. Hot, tight. Melting. “You should have thought of that before you spread your baby cunt for your daddy. Now., move.”
Thrud leaned forwards, her head bumping at Thor’s shoulder. “I can’t, I can’t, please...”
“Show me.” Thor said. “Show me how you want it.”
Thrud held tight to Thor’s robes, her skinny thighs trembling. “It hurts.” she said, “I don’t want to.”
Thor pressed her head against his chest and slid his hand under Thrud’s top. Up the bony spine, the damp warm back, and he dug in his fingers sharply. “I want you to.” He held the little body still and bucked up into it. “I want to watch my little slut fuck herself on her daddy's cock.”
“Daddy, I’m sorry....”
“Are you?” Thor pressed his mouth to her ear. He was breathing hard and quick. “Sorry you fucked Loki or sorry I found out?”
“...'m sorry !”
“But you liked it.”
“Daddy...”
“You like the feel of his cock inside you.”
“Daddy...”
“Better than mine?”
He waited, and his daughter's frantic little hole was squeezing him as Thrud clenched, shuddered, clenched. Thor felt the shaking sobs and the hot mouth panting, pressed into his chest.
“Daddy...' The voice was muffled in his robes. His daughter clung to him. “I like yours daddy. I like yours more. Please, please...”
Thor bent, shuffling Thrud’s trembling body back and down and laid her out on the cold tiled floor, and here, he wanted to thrust now, here in the soft wet cunny of hers. She panicked, tightened. Thor could hardly move inside her.
“Do you, baby?”
“Nhn! Hha! Yes....”
“Did you want it? If you told me....” Thor bent close to his baby girl’s wide-eyed flushed face, wet drooling mouth and trembling chin. “if you told me you wanted to fuck. You could have asked me. If you wanted your daddy to take care of you.”
Thrud hiccuped, a sharp sob.
“Will you?”
“Daddy...”
“Will you ask me when you need it?”
“Yes.” Breath. “Yes.” Breath. ‘...promise..’ Breath. “Please....”
“Good.” said Thor, “good girl. And you can take it, too. When I need it.”
He rolled his daughter’s hips up.
And Thrud squealed, high, and Thor pushed her stained top up and into her gaping mouth. Pressed it in. “They’ll hear you. Asgard’ll hear you taking your daddy cock like a little whore.” He held hers knees tight-tucked and spread. Watching himself move inside. Watching her swollen folds, her red nub. “Quiet, now. Take it quiet for me.”
Thrud was nodding, her eyes squeezing tears, grunting through the teeth she’d clenched on her top. “Hnnn....”
“Good.” Thor said, when he felt the little hole relax. “All the way in. Come on.”
And it was almost silent in the bathroom for a while, with the gush of the shower still running, and Thrud muffled, and Thor keeping his deep breaths steady as he moved slick, stiff, listening to his daughter’s stifled sobbing and the swish, squelch of his cock.
“Good.” he said. “Good girl.”
Thrud squeezed.
And Thor came with a grunt, pressing deep inside, and watched her arch, fucking herself against her daddy’s slow-softening cock.
Pulled out, and saw his daughter’s cunt gaping open, bruise-purple.
Thrud’s eyes were rolling half-shut. Thor pulled the her top away and watched the little pink tongue slide out of his baby's wet mouth.
“You.” he said quietly. “ Enough?”
Thrud’s mouth trembled. “Mnn.” she whispered.
Thor was cruel, though. He didn’t touch her clit. Thrud was done, wasn’t she? she’d had enough.
Thor didn’t let his daughter cum.
He tucked himself in and knelt there for a while, breathing. Looking. At the blinking blue eyes. The bruised spread legs, and the slow pulse of seed from his daughter’s glossy red folds.
The shower gushed, waiting.
“Up, now.” Thor said.
He tugged off Thrud’s stained clothes. Pulled her to her feet and steered her to the steaming shower and watched as she folded again, just knelt there, head flopping in the hiss of steaming water.
“Tired, baby?”
His baby didn’t answer.
And Thor reached in, got his arms wet and his clothes splashed leaning in to rub the snot from her red crying face, and rub her hair, and push his fingers between the girl’s shaky legs and back into her dribbling cunt to clean her out. It was soft in there, now. Open.
And when he finally turned off the taps it was silent in the fogged-up bathroom and Thrud didn’t move, only breathed small and gaspy, flopped in the shower cubicle, her little nipples showing stiff.
“Come on, now.”Thor pulled her out.
Thrud looked sick, even clean and fresh and dried. Her skin a shadowy purple.
Thor guided her into a white fluffy towel. He grabbed her limp little fingers. And out, out into the hallway and towards the stairs and through her door and to her large bouncy bed.
Thrud was quiet and obedient as Thor covered her in her blue sheets, her eyes closed with exhaustion. Thor stopped before he closed the door. Bent and kissed Thrud’s soft pink mouth.
“ Sleep tight, baby.” Thor pressed his fingertip at the plump little lower lip.
“Mnn.” Thrud put out her tongue, licked at Thor’s finger, and looked up at him half asleep, lashes fluttered.
Thor closed the door and was out of the house.
And he almost stumbled on the curb, crossing the front lawn, down the gravel path. Back towards the sound of merry and cheer of his people. Looking for his brother. Looking for his lover.
He was there. Loki was still there, watching their people drink and make a fool of themselves, leaning against the same pillar.
“Loki.” said Thor. Breathing, breathing. His hands were tucked tight at his sides.
Loki turned to him “Brother.” tilting his head. “How’s Thrud?” Concerned. His eyes were liquid green.
“ I will kill you if you go near her again.” said Thor.
And he waited, just long enough to watch Loki understand.And then Thor left.
~
The end.........