Sigyn: A Loki Love Story

Chapter 4

If the beer hall was loud and rambunctious on a regular day, today it was downright debauched. The wedding of the Goddess Sigyn to a celebrated warrior of Asgard was the ideal opportunity for the Warriors Three to call for a festive gathering to wish their respectable brother in arms the most heartfelt of congratulations.

"Talk about marrying out of your league!" Fandral clapped Theoric on the back and laughed loudly with all those around him "To the father of Theoric, whose bravery and luck are the only reason we are able to enjoy such festivities today! Had he not saved the life of the honorable and valiant Sir Iwaldi, you men would not be on your way to being more drunk than you have ever been in your entire existence!"

"HERE HERE!"

The shout echoed through the entire hall, which was packed to bursting with warriors and the morally loose lowborn women of Asgard who threw themselves at them. Theoric smiled broadly, sitting on a makeshift throne upon the bar, shaking hands with the men as they passed, the Warriors Three standing proudly behind him. A loud growl rumbled out of Volstagg's stomach, just as a beautiful blonde in a low-cut dress caught Fandral's eye and beckoned to him. They both made promises to return with haste, and then hurried after their respective weaknesses. Hogun stood in the same place, a look of annoyance and revulsion on his face as he scanned the room, while Theoric rose from his chair and leaped from the bar, which drew another cheer from the crowd. A young blonde stopped the bridegroom and kissed him, a sloppy wet kiss that made Theoric long for Sigyn to be so bold. The girl reached into his leather pants and grabbed him roughly, then eased her grip and gently caressed his manhood. Fidelity meant nothing to him, and he would have long lost his mind had he tried to wait for Sigyn to break, she was positively frigid at times. He wondered if she even liked him at times, but he pushed the thought out of his mind as he grabbed the girl by the neck and drug her to the nearest wall. She grinned, although as the hand on her throat began to constrict her breathing, her coquettish smile and her confidence slowly began to fade. The force with which he threw her into the wall frightened her. He kissed her again in the crowded and dimly lit room, her eyes widened, for he stuck his tongue so deeply into her mouth she nearly choked. His rough and clumsy hand undid the laces on her shirt and quickly pulled the two sides apart, exposing her small and perky breasts. Had he taken the time to really look at her, he would have realized how young the girl was, how all her courage and brazenness of the moment before was gone, and all she wanted to do now was leave. But he did not wish to see any of this, instead grabbing her breasts, pinching, smashing and rubbing them aggressively, causing the young woman pain and ignoring her demands for him to stop. He was unable to consider that she was not enjoying herself, for he was under no impression that a woman was meant to enjoy sex. Sex was about the man's enjoyment, women were meant to show disdain for it, and these women, who pursued it rather than their proper pursuit of a marriage and a family, were unnatural and frowned upon, and therefore warranted no sympathy from Theoric. The room was as full of women in varying states of undress performing sexual acts on their "heroes" as it was of food and beer, and so no one noticed as Theoric dropped his pants and lifted the skirts of the young woman, who deeply regretted her bold actions which had led her here. She lamented ever catching his attention and stood still as he forced her legs apart by kicking her feet. She became frantic as he fumbled to insert himself into her. She closed her eyes and waited for the pain she was sure would come, peeking them open after a few moments of his heavy breathing and thrusting passed. She felt nothing, she supposed he was inside of her, but thankfully he was not well endowed by any stretch of the imagination, and it seemed he lacked any skill at pleasing a woman. His brand of lovemaking even in this spontaneous act was stale and unenthusiastic. But the young woman was in no mood to give suggestions, and she considered herself lucky when Theoric let out a high pitched yelp like moan and pushed the palm of his hand so forcefully into her face that her head smacked against the wall. She ignored the knot she felt form there, grateful the ordeal was over almost as quickly as it started. As he stood to catch his breath against the wall he had pinned her to, she ran away as quickly as she could, not even bothering to fix her blouse as she went.