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Shouts, cheers and claps was heard throughout the massive courtyard. During that warm and humid evening of summer, the whole kingdom of Vanaheim rejoiced with a news in hand: Their Omega Princess will be betrothed to the Second Alpha prince of Asgard.
Her blood had gone cold at the thought, so cold it felt like it froze like the glaziers of Jötunheim.
The news was horrid. For her whole life, she was raised to become a worthy ruler of her kingdom, an alpha, but fate was not kind. A heavy twitch on her lips painted her face nonetheless. She was a ruler; a fearsome princess; a poised Omega. Even the words tasted bitter in her mouth.
She held nothing against Omegas, in fact she supports them with their rights. Alphas are superior and Omegas are subservient. You’re fortunate if your Alpha would not make you kneel in front of his cohorts just to show off. There are always Alphas who respect their Omegas but that’s not always the case.
When she came out an Omega during her coming of age, the whole kingdom lost hope. They deemed no Omega heir was worthy of the throne. Hearing the subjects who supported her utter those words were akin to a spear penetrating the depths of her heart.
Back inside the palace, she clashed words with her father.
“Father! Consider this, I am born to rule, it is my birthright. For millennia, I was educated in all kinds of aspects— inter-realm negotiation, political warfare, ruling a kingdom, weaponries anything a great queen could. I will not stand to be a mere Queen by name.”
The king took a sip from his goblet, he was tired of this argument already.
“Indeed, you will still be queen-“ she opened her mouth, about to speak, but her father raised his palm. “Your alpha will need you still to rule at his side.”
“That’s the problem, father,” she almost cried in exasperation. She paced back and forth, her palms at each side of her head. “I don’t want to rule with any Alpha’s side. It should be the other way around. I am born to be.” She nibbled her bottom lip before adding, “It’s my birthright, you’ve said it yourself.”
She hated herself. The last line came out meek.
“My child, you are an Omega.”
“What of it? I am still worthy. I have knowledge, Father! Knowledge to rule a kingdom. Whose to decide that wretched alpha prince is better at ruling than I?”
The empty goblet clanked on the table louder than necessary. Taking a deep breath, the King of Vanaheim stood up, and clasped his hands behind his back.
“It’s decided,” he said in a calm yet stern voice. “The All-father has accepted; Prince Loki has accepted—“
“And I have not,” she interjected with a scoff. They get to decide, but not her.
“Enough is enough! He will be your mate, your king and husband! You will bear heirs for the throne whether you like it or not!” The sudden outrage of his father startled the poor omega. Never in her life had he seen nor heard him shout at her no matter how pettish she was acting.
“You think of me incapable. You think so lowly of me that you allow your only heir to be a broodmare.”
“I am doing this for your sake and for the throne,” was her father’s reply. She pursed her lips, the blood in her veins was boiling, ready to lash out. The gulping of air was apparent in the King’s silent chamber. Eyes cold as the winter of Jötunheim, she locked eyes with him.
“So that answers my question then. You think of me unworthy of the crown.” Her voice came out calm and nonchalant, but there was a sad undertone in it.
A loud sigh escaped from the King’s mouth. “You are more than capable, my child. You will become a great queen for your king. The intelligence and skills you possess are exceptional. But you must know that you are still an Omega. Think of it-“ his voice came out softer. Then he walked closer to his daughter. “If you were to rule alone, without your alpha, what would become of you?”
He smoothed her hair like he had done in her childhood to soothe her. She didn’t yield, not this time, she will remain upright with her wishes. “A powerful omega queen.”
A light chuckle escaped from his lips. “Yes and no.” The girl took a step back, looking at her father incredulously. He motioned for them to sit, and she did. “My princess, if you were to rule no Alpha would listen. They do not take it kindly being subordinated by an omega. There would be protests; petitions for you to abdicate the sit and worse, you may start a war. Do you want that? Innocent omegas, betas and alphas die in your hands?”
Although his voice was soft, he was coercing her. She plopped her elbows from the board of the settee and emitted a martyred sigh. “You are manipulative, father. You really are.”
She fluttered her eyes shut momentarily. When she peeked at his father there was a tinge of sorrow on his angular, handsome face. “Why Loki though?” She inquired, curiosity leering in her mind.
“He’s wise, a royal, seidr master, capable of ruling a kingdom-“ he continued to ravage positive detail about Loki. “He’s handsome-“ That made her cringe, causing him to laugh.
“Since when?” One of her eyebrows arched.
“It’s true. Your children would be the most beautiful in all the nine,” he said, elbowing her sides. She can’t help but laugh at his ridiculousness.
“Father please. Do not say that. We can barely stomach each other.”
“Fret not. There’s still a long way run, my child.” There was a long silence. “I’ll prolong it-“ her ears immediately piqued in interest. “Your union with Prince Loki will be done once I am gone, will that make you feel better?”
The immediate glee dissolved like a cube of ice placed underneath the smoldering heat. “No, it will not. You’d be gone by then. And I want you to be there.”
“Then you shall have me.” Leaning her head on his shoulders, she fluttered her eyes shut. He whispered comforting words until she fell asleep.
As she lets her handmaidens braid flowers in her hair, she thought about her would be life. She was alone, she would fight alone, she will fight alone. For her right; for her Kingdom. She heaved a sigh. Her pillar was gone, the support she needed at the moment now gone.
With her fearsome knowledge, power, and beauty; not a single soul assumed she would be an Omega. They believed, especially her that she would be the greatest monarch in all history of the nine realms. But her dreams shattered into a million shards.
Over the course of 300 years, the news of being betrothed to the Alpha prince still hunts her. He hates her, she hates him. Their bond would solely be borne out of duty. Or for thirst for power, for her mate at the very least.
Her mother’s former handmaiden squeezed her hand, a heavy smile formed on the Omega bride’s face as she looked at the handmaiden through the vanity mirror. She stood, raised her head, and walked with poise accompanied by the servants.
Today is the day. She reassured herself, she’d do this for her kingdom, for her people, for herself. The traditional Vanir robe fluttered as she strides powerfully to the room. She would not cower; she was a strong Omega.
She was thankful at the very least that they respected her decision to intermixing their culture with the Asgardians.
The chime of dangling golden bells on her ankles was heard throughout the vicinity. Her people, the guests, the royalties amongst other kingdoms were eyeing her like a whore. His alpha’s whore. She shuddered.
She could smell him. His intoxicating smell. The smell of an unbonded Alpha in the dais.The Alpha in his full regalia with the ridiculous large golden horned helmet. Although the helmet made him more intimidating. She felt slick between her legs. This was what she feared; to be controlled by the Omega inside her. To cloud her judgment, her rationality to think.
They haven’t seen each other in for years, Loki changed. The bony awkward kid with onyx hair, now taller, burgeoning with lean muscles, pride, and confidence. His gleaming forest green eyes were dilated with lust, scrutinizing every move she made. She bit the inside of her cheek, the smug look on his face was also apparent. The subtle fear of finding him beautiful was beyond her comprehension. She cursed the Omega inside her. For one, she knew, her pupils were dilated as well, reverberating with lust.
They exchanged vows. All of it empty. The simple yet elegant golden chain appeared on his hand. Her stomach swirled. She never assumed the day would come that she would wear that powerful symbol of constraint. She bared her neck on display, tilting it slightly to the side. Loki’s twitched lips were suctioning the pride out of her.
The crowd cheered as the sound of chains clasped around her neck. He stepped forward, his hands rubbing circles on the small of her back like a prized possession. The proximity of their faces made her heart galloped. He wet his thin lips and leaned.
It was not the polite kind of kiss she anticipated. He was claiming you, he was claiming her in front of her kingdom, now his; the fearsome Vanir princess claimed by the God of Mischief. Her Omega instinct told her to part her mouth, which she did. He slid his clever tongue and danced inside her warm mouth, to her dismay, a lewd sound escaped her throat, encouraging her Alpha to smirk in the kiss.
He pulled away. She was panting but made it subtle. She would not look weak in front of the people.
“Remove your clothes.” His tone sent shivers down her spine. Without thinking, she did. The fine silk of her nightdress majestically cascaded down her body. “Look at you. Obeying orders suit you, my dear. Being an Omega did make you desirable.”
She growled, baring her teeth at him. “Being an Alpha doesn’t suit you.”
“Perhaps I am mistaken-“ The smug look on his handsome face, as he circled his index finger on the rim was making you aroused. “I thought you presenting an Omega would make you humble. Hence, you’re still scorching with arrogance.”
He poured himself a drink. The way his adam’s apple moved up and down as he drank was hot. “Come,” he said as he beckoned his finger in a come hither motion. “Show me how slick your cunt.”
“Who said I’m slick?” She was being petulant.
“Pet, you’re in heat. I can smell you dripping when you entered the great hall.” He clicked his tongue in annoyance. He was trying to be patient, but the arrogant little Omega was challenging him. “Come here.”
The Omega in her was screaming at her to obey him. But she remained strong-headed. Stupidly stubborn.
“Believe me, I wouldn’t dream of punishing you on our first night.”
The cool spring air sent shivers to her naked body. Every step was like walking to Helheim itself. Loki hummed at her acquiescence. The heat in his crotch intensified.
“On your knees,” he commanded with mirth. She knew he was getting back at her. Teasing him when they were still children that he would never be as great as his brother or the fact that he would become as a beta. They were empty words though. She did not mean the things she had said. “You look so beautiful at my feet.”
He petted her head. The fly on his trousers opened, his engorged cock jutting out from its confinement. It was huge and elegant like him. The white creamy substance also coming out from its tip. “Worship it.”
Disgustingly, she did. Her cheek rubbed his hot member. Occasionally licking the tip, while caressing his balls. He did say worship, not suck. You kissed, licked and fondled him over and over. She was getting slicker.
The cock in front of her was clouding her judgment. She gritted her teeth. Impulsively, she squeezed his balls painfully. He hissed as he fisted a hand in her hair, yanking her head back, loosing her tight grip.
The look in his eyes was malicious. Her perverse and traitorous cunt got slicker. Her upper body slammed against the table. The sweet wine spilled, flowing into her pressed body. Loki nudged her legs apart with his knee.
The Omega struggled to close her legs. “My patience is thawing, darling.”
She snorted at his statement. With a snap, her hands were bound behind her back. Loki’s scorching palm hit her globes, making her gasp. He hit her again and again. Every blow came out heavier and heavier. He can smell the fear but she only shows him determination and defiance. She fought, almost overpowering him at one point. His little Omega was strong as ever.
“Stop, you fiend!”
That made Loki see red. He slammed her head on the table. “You are going to submit,” he hissed.
“In your wildest dreams.”
He grinned. “I am going to fuck that insolence out of you. I will fuck you like a proper Omega.”
With one side of her cheek pressed against the table, she looked at him. Her hair was soaked with wine, her body heating up at his touch.
With a swift thrust, his member went to the hilt. She wailed at the intrusion. Her tight, untouched canal clenched. It was too much for Loki— her tightness, the soft silky walls clamping him— but he did not come yet. Even though she denied it, her body said otherwise.
He kept moving, not letting her adjust to his size. He was jabbing at her like a drum— wild abandoned, and animalistic. She fluttered her eyes shut. Sensations washed over her; she felt full. Unbeknownst, she was begging for more. He laughed. No matter how headstrong she was, at the end of the day, she was still an Omega.
“This is your place now, you ambitious whore. Beneath me, begging to be filled with my cock. Soon enough, my seeds will take roots in your belly.” He grunted as she squeezed even more, clearly aroused at his taunting. The flush on her cheeks was evident and her sweat on her forehead broke out. Leaning, he licked the sweat on her forehead
“I will breed you again and again. Until your power-hungry head is filled with nothing but tending to me and our children alone..”
“Loki,” she whined.
“Do you like that?” The only answer he got was a whine. “No matter, your opinion is irrelevant. If I want you to sit on my cock whenever or wherever you will do it without hesitation.”
“Not in public please,” she pleaded. “No, no, no.”
“Whenever and wherever I want. In front of the court, In front of your subjects, In front of other royals,” he punctuated between powerful thrusts. “Certainly they would love to see the arrogant Omega Queen be put in her place.”
She moaned; he could feel it. She was close. With one final hard thrust, she came. He kept jostling inside her, fucking her through her orgasm. After a few more thrusts, Loki’s cock pulsed, his primal groans sent shivers down her spine.
She breathed out choked-off noises, eyes fluttered closed, as she felt his member swell at the base. Loki took the opportunity and marked her, his teeth sinking down to her soft flesh, sucking and drawing blood. It hurts.
Her head was swarming with fear, anger and humiliation. Until his knot subsided, he whispered sweet nothings in her ears. She kissed him in her sweet gentle way. The bond was complete. He was her Alpha, and he was her Omega. And they would spend their remaining lives together.