Loki Thor Ragnarok Novels & Stories

That presence which is like a force he unknowingly carries around with him is on full display and it attracts them. Everyone - male or female- is attracted to Ash Thunder. He's a god in a room full of mortal men, a donut on a table of Brussels sprouts, he's as mesmerizing as a brightly lit and twinkling Christmas tree in a pitch-black room. It's so obvious that everyone's lust pit is reacting to him.

"Your Magick is stronger than my frost duckling Aslaugh's own peerless powers..." Heith murmured, meeting Jarnja's eyes with a knowing look. She crossed herself with Othala. "It is true, what the Watermen say: Loki roams free, and Skadhi has seen fit to grant her disciple Gullinkambi, the Cockerel of Ragnarok. This can only mean pain lies ahead for Midgardr, Utgardr, and all the nine realms." Heith's antlered, beaded headdress swayed as if in sorrow, and Jarnja looked upon her in sympathy, squeezing the Isa chieftainess' hand delicately in her powerful bergresar paws.

My body and mind are present, but I can feel the spirit push into my consciousness and take control. “Jormungandr, brother?” The voice that came out of my mouth was not mine. I would assume it was Arcas, but the voice was female. Feeling the Amory’s power, I can feel the energy and it does not feel male like I would assume Arcas would feel like. Erik’s head tilts side to side like he is trying to place the voice. Going back to my history, Jormungandr and Fenrir are brothers, but they had a sister that married Arcas. Hel is the ruler of Niflheim, but everyone just calls it Hel after her. After Ragnarök, Loki, her father, was imprisoned, and she was tasked to keep him from getting out.

His hand brushed hers, lightning jumping from his skin to hers, dancing for a second before settling down. They were truly one now. Loki padded up in his dark wolf form, shifting seamlessly, dropping into a crouch below Ravens balcony. He looked up and greeted them. “Alpha. Beta,” he greeted Ragnar with a half-grin, earning a raised brow from Ragnar. “Beta?” Ragnar echoed. Loki shrugged, amusement in his sharp eyes. “That’s what they’re calling you. Alpha Consort or Beta Storm. Take your pick.” Ragnar shot a glance at Raven, who smirked, the flicker of a smile easing the constant tension in her chest.

- Loki said. - Know. Ragnar said. - Come sit on my dick. - Loki said. - That be good. – Ragnar said, opening his robe, sitting on his lap, lowering himself on his cock. - You know it's always good. - Loki said. Ragnar was positioning himself, starting the up and down, pushing his body, with deep, powerful thrusts. He was not an employee, but the entrepreneur partner of the Clay Hunter company, who traveled the highways and states of Spoke Maine, between the states of Washington, when he was returning to a city called the Hot Lands , in which he was driving a truck to deliver the cargo.

It felt more powerful, and the sensation scared me. I got up and walked the quiet dark halls to my office. “Hati,” I said the name to myself as I sat down and opened the laptop. The different pages available all basically said the same thing. Sköll and Hati were the wolf children of Fenrir, chasing the sun and moon, which they would devour during Ragnarök, the end of days, the end of the world. Why was Hati coming for my son? Didn’t Ragnarök already happen? If I had more information at my disposal, I might have asked the goddess different questions. She summoned me, I had no idea how to go back to where I was and something told me not to try.

Her hands clenched. Alpha felt it then—a thread, thin but unbreakable, wrapping around his soul and hers. A bond forming in the worst possible moment. Not chosen. Not completed. Interrupted. His executioner raised the blade—silver, blessed, carved to kill gods. Alpha met her unseen gaze. Run. The blade fell. Pain exploded through his chest as the world shattered into red and black. His wolf screamed. His vampire blood boiled. The chains drank deep as his heart stuttered—

"Shut up!" One of the men yelled as he slapped her hard on the cheek. He had tattoos all over his hands and was obviously the leader of his little thug clique. "Are you going to keep denying that you don't know where he is?!" Loki spat out blood weakly. She was totally disheveled, her body was already feeble and she was exhausted about life already. These hopeless thugs might as well just kill her since there was no way she could know where her stepbrother disappeared to since the last six months.

I narrowed my eyes at him playfully, but didn’t reprimand him. “What happened to me?” Loki directed to Luci. He shook his head, swiping his fingers through is pretty hair. “You are a god, Loki. I guess you have an animal. Ares can shift to a Wolf, you can shift into a Raven. Raven are notorious for causing trouble.” Loki snickered, turning to Poseidon, who was still writing notes. “Thank you.” Loki stepped forward to shake his hand. Poseidon regarded his hand and back to Loki. Taking it slowly, Posideon shook his hand. “You’re welcome.”

Martins shouted as he saw Stacie, she stood in the middle of the two opposing groups, putting on a referee uniform, a whistle in her hands. Alex and Martins were the only one who stood at the other side, they were still in there office wears. "Where did the office go? Where is my baby? My computer!" Martin's exclaimed. "This is madness!" "No Martins," Alex said. "This is war." As soon as the last word left his lips, Alex magically turned to Thor, the god of thunder. Martins stared mouth wide open. "When did that happen?"He asked. "You have muscles and stuff!" Then immediately he found himself transforming to Loki.