Thrym's Revenge
By Diana Celeste
Edited by Steve Zink whose help and support is greatly appreciated.
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This story contains Gods and Goddesses and other characters from Norse Mythology. They are in no way to be considered part of the Marvel Comics Universe. I hope you will all enjoy my retelling of this story but with my own modifications.
It came to pass, as it always does in stories like this, that the Forest Giants were
angry with Thor, God of Thunder, for yet another defeat. This god had seemed to make it
his business to harass the whole giant race, and Thrym, the Forest Giant King, had decided
to pay him back for all of his lost brothers and sisters that the Thunder God had killed
in battle. 
Thrym had decided that the most ideal way to best Thor was to steal Mjolnir, his mighty hammer, the hammer that had bashed so many giants' brains, broke so many of their bones. The only problem was that the enchantment of Mjolnir made it impossible for any but Thor to wield it. At least, that had been the problem until he made a pact with Loki, the adopted son of Odin and someone else that wished to see Thor receive a humiliation at the hands of Thrym.
The plan was simple, in that Loki would used his magics to transport the hammer of Thor deep under the mountains of Jotunheim, where his magic could hide its presence even from the all seeing Odin. This was accomplished with but the snap of his fingers, but that was only part of the plan to humiliate Thor, and herein lies the tale.
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"My Son," Odin said to Thor, "I have looked everywhere and have even sent my ravens in search of Mjolnir, but to no avail. I am afraid that we must agree to Thrym's demand, but I cannot command the Goddess Freya to surrender herself to be his bride. She must agree to this of her own accord, and so you must try and persuade her. Should I approach her, she would deem it a command and accept out of a sense of duty. This must not be. Go, talk to her, and see if she will agree to aid in the recovery of Mjolnir."
"I understand, Father, but I will have my hammer back, one way or another. With Freya's help or without," the Thunder God said, as he knelt before Odin, then rose and stormed away.
Freya's Palace...
"NO! NO! NO! There is nothing you can say that would make me consent to be the bride of such a foul creature," Freya screamed at her brother. "Who do you think you are, to ask such of me? Mjolnir was given to your trust, and you shouldn't have lost it. You want it back? Then you marry Thrym!"
"But, Freya, I will rescue you once I have my weapon back in hand, it is only until I regain possess-"
"Enough, Thor. I have given you my answer. I will not help you. Now go, leave me before I forget I am your sister." Freya spoke the last, and turned her back on Thor.
Stepping from her palace, Thor found Loki waiting for him. He was surprised to see someone whom he knew hated him as much, if not more, than the giants standing there.
"So, she turned you down, did she, brother?" Loki asked the troubled god before him.
"Aye, that she did, but what concern is it of yours, 'brother'? I know full well you bare me no good will, so what care of it is yours?" Thor asked.
"Aye, 'tis true I hold no special place in my heart for you, 'brother', but without your hammer, Asgard lies in danger of a full scale assault from the Giants and their allies. Should they attack, then I would have to fight, in which case it's possible I could be injured or killed. I would much prefer to find an easier solution. Which I think I have, but it will require a sacrifice on your part. Just how badly do you want Mjolnir back?"
"Need you ask?" the Thunder God roared. "But the Giants have hidden it well, and even All-Father has not been able to scrye it out. Without Freya to agree to marry Thrym, what chance is there to recover it?"
"Just this, my brother. Thrym wants Freya as his bride, then let's give him Freya."
"But I have told you she will not go; bah! What do you think, that I will force my sister to do something even All-Father would not do?" Thor thundered at his brother, before pushing past him and walking quickly away.
"Thor, wait," Loki shot back, running along behind, "if you will wait, I will explain. We don't actually give them Freya. What we give them is YOU!"
"WHATTTTT?!?!" All of Asgard shook with this one word. "What do you mean, we give them me? Do you know how long my enemies have tried to take me captive? Do you know how long I would suffer at their hands before death claimed me? That's it, isn't it, you wish me dead." Thor advanced on Loki, as if to tear him apart with his bare hands.
"No, no, brother. We give them both you AND Freya in one package, and I will go with you to assist you, and as your hostage against my good word. Now, here is my plan...
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"Freya" stood and looked at herself in the silvered mirror. "Her" long skirt billowed in the cool air, the golden breastplate held and displayed her generous bosom, her eyes flashed with all the storms of heaven, and her long, blonde hair hung down her back to caress her firm buttocks. 'All in all, Loki did a good job with his magics,' "Freya" thought. 'I just hope this goes quickly, as I don't relish this role in which I have been cast.'
Yes, this gorgeous Goddess admiring herself was Thor, God of Thunder.
"Milady, it is time. We must start on our journey to your new home," the maidservant, a pretty, raven haired girl of about eighteen years said to her mistress. In reality, this pretty maid was not who she appeared to be, either. She was another he, Loki.
"Yes, I suppose it is time, and the sooner the better. I must not keep my
'Bridegroom' waiting," the false goddess replied. 
The journey and final destination...
Thrym had made other conditions on the trading of Mjolnir for his new bride, Freya. She was to travel to him alone but for one servant, and then only a female servant. She was to bring nothing but the clothes on her back, no weapons, food or drink, they would not have a way to attack him with weapons or poison. He was no fool, after all. He would make sure that they would not be attacked by any creatures, else his revenge would be swift, and of the most terrible kind.
The journey would have been impossible for a mortal to make. It took eight days of climbing mountains, fording streams and rivers, enduring the cold with nothing but flimsy garments for protection. Even gods feel cold and heat, and the much weaker female bodies that Thor and Loki now wore felt the chills do strange things to their softer skin, their larger and much more sensitive nipples. Strange, yet pleasurable, feelings.
On the eighth day of their travels, the delectable duo finally reached the stronghold of Thrym, King and future husband of the beautiful goddess, Freya. As they rode through the throngs of giants, they heard many comments, some complimenting them on their beauty, and some nasty as to what they would do to them in bed. Loki wasn't so lucky as to be protected from the pawing hands that groped her breasts and pinched her ass as she rode with her 'mistress', but finally they stopped in front of the largest giant there, Thrym, and their journey had come to an end.
"AH!!! Freya, my lovely bride-to-be, how I have longed for this moment. More that you will ever know," the Giant King said, as he lifted the small and beautiful goddess from the saddle of her pony. He took her in his arms and, as gently as a giant could, pressed her body against his and kissed her full red lips.
Freya/Thor endured the kiss, but thought, 'With hammer in hand, you'll pay dearly for that, very dearly.' Loki had told Thor that the disguise would end the minute his hand touched the weapon that had been missing for far too long. 'I must hold my temper until Mjolnir is mine again. But if he tries to do more than kiss, I will tear out his heart with my bare hands, hammer or no.'
'Freya' and her maidservant were led into a huge hall, easily three times the size of the hall in Valhalla. Led to a table that was heaped so high with food that it bowed, Freya immediately began to eat, and eat ravenously. The table was soon emptied, then again and again, barrels of mead disappeared down the dainty throat of the "goddess", and then she realized what she had done.
"Forgive me, Milord," the sweet voice of 'Freya' said to Thrym. "The journey was long, and as you commanded, we brought neither food nor drink. I was just so hungry, and your food and drink is so well prepared." Then she realized something else. Although there was food everywhere, only she and Loki had eaten anything. Why was that, 'she' wondered?
Thrym smiled down into the eyes flashing lightning and said, "That's why so much of it was prepared for you and your servant, my lovely. Did you enjoy it?"
"Oh, yes, M'lord, it was truly magnificent. Equal to any meal I've had in Asgard," 'Freya' said, while smiling up into the face of her future 'husband'. 'Now why did I do that?' 'she' wondered.
"M'lord, I hate to bring this up, but until this is settled we cannot consummate our marriage, and I am so looking forward to our wedding night. I would see that Thor's hammer is here and ready to be returned to him."
"Of course, I too look forward to our wedding night. I will bring you such pleasure that you will abandon all that you were, and reign with me as my Queen." Thrym waved his hands, and the doors to the hall were thrown open.
One of the dwarves that had forged the mystic mallet pushed a small cart before him. Lying on a pillow of purple sat the weapon prized by Thor, even above his dignity. It was just feet away from the hand of its master.
The cart was stopped in front of 'Freya', and she reached out with a delicate hand to touch the magic that would transform her back to Thor and allow him to bring justice to these foul villains. 'She' closed her hand around the handle and...nothing!! No! Wait, a tingle spread through her body, and her thoughts took another turn; no longer did she wish to seek vengeance. No, now she only sought to kiss her lover, her future husband, Thrym.
"Well, my future Queen, here it is, here is your mighty hammer, THOR!!! Yes," Thrym said, as he roughly grabbed the transformed god, "I knew it was you all along. Loki and I had this planned from the start. Did you really believe that I would accept that Freya would give herself to me? That I would return the weapon that would destroy both me and my kind? Not likely, GIRL!!!!" He reached out and pulled the stunned god/goddess into his lap, and kissed her until she almost swooned, all the time caressing her breasts. All this new woman could do was respond to the feelings flowing through her body. She wanted to pull away, but then, she didn't. She wanted to stop the kiss, but instead kissed back with a greater intensity.
Watching the way his new 'sister' was reacting had started Loki, still in the guise of a maiden, to begin laughing out loud, which caused Thrym to break the kiss with his new Queen.
"Ah, yes, Loki," Thrym said, while still stroking the transformed god sitting in his lap. "I have to thank you for providing me with the means to vanquish my most feared enemy, and yet giving me two such lovely women to grace my kingdom."
"TWO WOMEN?" Loki squeaked with HER new and permanent voice. "What do you mean..." But it was already too late, as Loki felt the new desires start to take over her new body. She jumped into the arms of the nearest giant, and pressed her generous breasts against him, kissing him and plunging her tongue into his mouth.
"Yes, two beautiful Asgardian women, Loki, or should I call you Hilda now? Did you think I would let you go free so that you could betray me later on? Did you not stop to think that with Thor gone, Odin would not force you to tell what became of his favorite son? Perhaps by what I've accomplished here, today, we, the Giants, can finally breach the walls of Asgard and take our rightful place. Just think of all the powers that will be ours once the blood of two former gods mixes with that of our most powerful race. The Sons you both will give me, the pleasure I will take from having you both again and again and again. Enjoy your new life, Hilda. I know I'll enjoy you, just as soon as I finish with my new wife."
Thrym stood, and with one arm carried his new wife from the hall and to the marriage bed. The bridal night actually lasted for over a year, and during all that time, the skies rumbled and lightning flashed. Thor was no more, and Freya became the happiest and most satisfied Queen of the Forest Giant King Thrym. All-Father became all the more distressed to see his daughter as a willing enemy. Little did Odin know that Hilda had ventured back to Asgard a number of times, still with all the conniving wiles and powers she'd had as Loki, if not even more so. The original Freya was now no more than a young apprentice Valkyrie, nevermore to be seen in Asgard unless to claim one of its dead for Hela.
The end.
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