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Loki was surprised when he was included in the plans of Thor, the Warriors Three, and Lady Sif. Everyone was very upset with him for a prank he pulled a few days ago and ignored him for a long time after that. Loki knew something was wrong and his suspicions were confirmed when he was told that those plans involved practicing sword fighting style, it was very well known that the youngest prince detested fighting practices, and being invited to one was very clear that it was the revenge of Thor and his friends.
Loki accepted, he knew that if he didn't accept they would organize a much worse revenge for him and what was best for him was to accept.
Maybe he deserved it, making an illusion of all of them dressed in ridiculous clothes in a public display was overkill and he knew they had every right to be upset, an obnoxious wrestling practice seemed so much milder by comparison and he couldn't let it slip. chance for less revenge than he deserved.
Still Loki had a plan, he didn't plan to be there and one of the reasons he agreed was because before practice they would be in the library for a while. Loki had planned to stay in the library reading without going with Thor and the others, he would make an illusion that would replace him and thus he would not have to be in that annoying practice, he could read quietly and wait for them to think that it was enough and decide to let him go.
The day had come and after some royal duties he was on his way to the library with Thor, Lady Sif, Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg.
Loki was frustrated, it had not been his lucky day and a variety of stressful events had occurred since dawn, starting with being woken up earlier than usual by order of Odin, they scolded both princes for not taking care of some fruit shipments to Vanaheim that they were supposed to supervise, apparently the two brothers had forgotten and had to work more that day.
The black-haired god was very stressed, he had accumulated back work and would have to do it later, his bladder was somewhat full because with luck they allowed him to eat while he worked and Odin was watching, he would not have allowed Loki to leave for something so since his bladder could hold on too long for that to be an excuse, it wasn't urgent at the moment either.
Loki as usual kept quiet, behind everyone without showing much of his presence, he used to be like that when he was with Thor's friends so he didn't miss anyone.
The junior prince was busier going over what he had planned in the
library.
They had arrived, giant golden doors opened to reveal dozens and dozens of books, the sight continued to dazzle Loki even though he had already finished a large part of those books.
Volstagg rolled his eyes as he bounced a foot impatiently.
"How long will we be here Thor?" Fandral asked yawning.
"We won't be long, I just need to study how Asgard's agreements with the other worlds work, especially with Alfheim, Father was angry when he found out that I never learned it."
"It's too much information about Asgard and the other 9 worlds, they should be more empathetic, they are not so easy things to memorize" Hogun mentioned with a groan of dissatisfaction.
While they were talking Loki had already walked away, he was looking for something interesting to read among those giant shelves full of books, he doubted that they would take more than 1 hour so he hurried to look for something that caught his attention and smiled broadly when he found something that It seemed good, he had already started more than one book and hadn't finished reading yet, but he thought that reading many at the same time wasn't such a bad thing, decided, he took it and went down from the shelf.
"The trade with Vanaheim always seemed confusing to me, especially because sometimes there seems to be so much restraint and care but other times it seems like no one is supervising it, I have no idea who is specifically selected to help supervise, it was a of the reasons why they reprimanded me and my brother today" Thor mentioned while looking for Loki with his eyes and noticing that he had already moved away he was slightly surprised.
"We should stop wasting time, the books here are hard to find and we have things to do later, let's start now, my dear friends" Thor suggested with the same amused tone as usual and the three warriors and Lady Sif nodded.
They began to search the library for books that had to do with the subject they needed to investigate while Loki was at a table reading a book that he had found interesting, 10 minutes passed and the god of mischief had already completely lost himself reading, he managed to forget where he was, what had happened during the day and more importantly, the uncomfortable pressure in his abdomen that he had ignored all day but now had become much greater.
He was so focused that he hadn't even noticed that Thor had already managed to collect 3 books and what brought him back to real life was the pressure in his abdomen that increased drastically in seconds, his bladder was now sending spasms and Loki knew he wasn't it was good that his need reached that point, he shifted a little in his seat and looked around, the others were still looking for more books and nobody was looking in his direction, Loki decided that he would go out and come back, they wouldn't notice anything.
Loki got up from his seat and tried to casually walk towards the door, but immediately Sif noticed.
"Where are you going Loki?" She questioned, causing Thor and the three warriors to turn their attention to the god of lies and Loki couldn't help but feel disappointed that he couldn't escape and somewhat self-conscious about the attention on him.
"Nowhere Sif, I just wanted to find some other book, this one didn't catch my attention as much as I thought it would" He spoke with disinterest while showing the book he was reading, now he would have to find some other book to read because if he kept reading the same , it would be strange and contradictory.
«I can finish reading it later, starting another book won't hurt anyone» he reflected as he went to look for another one, he thought that he could continue reading the previous one as soon as they left so he chose the first one in his sight before returning to his desk.
Loki sat back down and bringing his thighs together he sighed in frustration, he hadn't noticed before how much his bladder had filled during the day, his bodily needs hardly becoming a problem or uncomfortable.
Still he didn't worry about it, Loki could hold out as long as they needed to search for books and go to fight practice without a problem, although he would be more comfortable if he had had the opportunity to leave to tend to his needs. .
"We already have enough" Fandral yelled for the others to listen and join them, 10 minutes had passed, and they had managed to gather 7 books that would be very helpful to Thor.
"Perfect, so can we go to training now?" Hogun asked with clear irritation.
"Yes, we can go now" Thor clarified proudly.
Loki hearing this and somewhat anxious for the situation to end, got up from his seat and stood next to two book shelves to cast an illusion of himself and hide behind the shelves, no one noticed, his plan was working.
"Well, because I was already bored" Hogun walked ahead to the royal courtyard where they practiced.
They all followed Hogun excitedly.
As soon as everyone was out of the library Loki returned to his seat and sighed in relief, if he had already achieved that he had already achieved everything, a smile of satisfaction adorned his face.
"Why so quiet Loki? It seems that you are not having as much fun as you did 6 days ago" Sif ironized with a mocking tone, he soon noticed that everyone was looking at him and paying him more attention than usual on the way to the patio, it seemed as if everyone was trying look at their reaction or something, after all this was a kind of revenge, but Loki started to feel that they were planning something else, it made him feel a bit anxious.
Loki didn't get a chance to reply to Lady Sif because the older prince interrupted.
"You've been much quieter than usual brother, I didn't hear much irony from you today"
The minor prince did not think he had been quieter than usual, or at least not enough to be pointed out. It was true that Loki remained quieter than usual when he didn't want to attract attention, and being aware that they were trying to take revenge on him, he instinctively tried not to attract attention to avoid being humiliated by some action he did consciously or unconsciously.
"You say it as if I were the most outstanding of the five, today I'm not in the mood to talk too much, Thor" Loki clarified trying to seem casual even though he had already noticed that they were planning something, something else.
A great advantage of it being an illusion that he was with his great brother and his kind friends, was that he could change his position as he wanted to lessen the discomfort of his unattended need, that they notice how uncomfortable he was becoming a Worry less thanks to her magic.
Between jokes and laughter they reached the courtyard in a few minutes, Loki continued to control the illusion from the library and it seemed that no one had noticed, it was a relief.
The god of mischief planned to leave the library as soon as he could, it was still not extremely urgent, but the discomfort kept increasing, he wanted to get rid of that feeling.
When they were all in the courtyard, Loki noticed how they began to give each other knowing looks, he hoped it was just paranoia but every time everything seemed to become more suspicious.
It was when Thor reached down and picked up a small stone that was lying on the ground, he threw the stone at Loki's illusion and it pierced him.
"Thor-" he tried to justify himself, to speak, the god understood that in fact they already knew that he wasn't there, he began to feel somewhat worried.
Thor started laughing and with him some of his friends, it wasn't a completely friendly laugh but it wasn't threatening either, Loki remained serious, but he was confused.
"It surprises me how you can be so unpredictable and at other times become extremely predictable, like now" Thor stated, still laughing, Loki was still confused.
"When did you notice it?" questioned with curiosity and concern Loki, who feared he had fallen into a trap.
"We didn't have to, you did exactly what we planned you to do. Did you really think it was enough to drag you into an activity you didn't like after what you did to us?" Complete Fandral.
The younger prince's stomach sank as he seemed to begin to understand, and he prayed with all her being to the Norms that it was not what he was beginning to suspect. In anguish he banished the illusion of him and when he was about to leave the library, a golden barrier shimmered on the walls, floor and ceiling there, Loki's face paled.
He knew better than anyone what that meant, it was a very powerful magical barrier and difficult to do, they must have planned it for days, those days in which they ignored him.
Loki was trapped in the library with a spell that prevented him from leaving having to pee, how convenient.
The god muttered a curse, leaned against a wall, closed his eyes and sighed sadly. There was nothing else to do and what was left was to wait for them to release him and hold on, he had to do it.
When he opened his eyes again Loki was more relaxed, he had accepted the situation and tried to convince himself that it wasn't such a bad thing, at least he was in one of his favorite places and he wouldn't have to worry about entertainment, he could spend many hours reading without getting bored, it wasn't too bad.
The god chose some books and placed them on his table, he began to continue reading the book that he had already started before.
Time passed slower than normal with Loki trying to convince himself that his situation wasn't that bad, but deep down he knew he was horrible, it reminded him of the Asgard dungeons where he had been more than once, it wasn't an extremely uncomfortable place but the only thing he had to entertain himself were books. He couldn't help but compare that situation to dungeons, they had several similarities and another one was the glowing magical barrier that kept him captivated.
He spent 15 minutes trying to concentrate on his book, moving more often than he would like to admit, when a wave of pressure ran through his full bladder, a groan of pain escaped Loki's lips, he leaned forward in his seat, his thighs tensing. hard.
A tingling in the lower part of his abdomen that begged him to attend to his needs became even more present, at this point he began to consider the option of starting to try to escape, he was aware that this spell could only be broken by whoever had the control of the magical barrier outside of it, the spell surrounded the entire library so it was more convenient not to bother trying to escape from it than to spend energy searching for a way out only to fail.
Loki had no idea how long they could leave him free, but he could try to calculate it, they took him to the library in the afternoon between seven-eight in the afternoon, when it was just closing, usually at that time there was no one there in the place and that day was not an exception, Loki felt like a complete idiot not suspecting this, but he could not know it, Thor and he used to go to the library during those hours and maybe for that reason he was not suspicious before the eyes of the god.
Considering the time he arrived and the impatience of all of them, he came to the conclusion that they should release him in about three or four hours, possibly at midnight, but they were also quite vengeful for what seemed like a very short time. they could leave it there, all that required a great effort to learn how to create such a complex spell, they did not know anything about Seidr so it must have cost them a lot, 3 hours would not be enough to merit all the effort they put into it. He was terrified of coming to that conclusion but there was also the possibility that he would be released tomorrow morning, before the library opened for all Asgardians.
It was too long for Loki, if he managed to last until the next day it was beyond his capabilities and it is not something he could control, it would end up being more than 24 hours in which he needed to urinate and he did not even want to think about the number of hours that they would be without using a bathroom, it was physically impossible, Loki had more bladder capacity than an Aesir being made of ice, but no matter how long he could take, it was too much.
A shiver ran through him from head to toe at this thought, he preferred to convince himself that they would release him sooner and that he could get out of there with his dignity intact, or at least with most of his dignity intact, he had to deal with things much harder and worse than a full bladder, he was fine.
He returned his gaze to his book and resumed his reading trying to keep the need that bothered him in the back of his mind, he tried to concentrate on his book, his eyes ran over each word but his brain could not understand a single one, he always returned to pay more attention to his noisy head that warned him about his situation, he couldn't stop overthinking it, going through all the possible options. And if they didn't release him? What if he didn't make it? what if they opened the library with him still inside and desperate? worse still, wet...
He blushed clearly at this thought and mentally scolded himself for not paying attention to his reading, it was when he realized that he had already read a whole page and that he had not understood a single word, he began to read everything again and He crossed his legs in an attempt to have as little distraction as possible.
he managed to read without distraction at least 3 pages when the pressure increased, he groaned again.
It was when in desperation he decided that it was enough, he would try what he had previously considered but discarded, after all, he would not lose anything, would he? maybe just hope.
he closed his book and stood up, he began to walk around the library, especially around the edges of it, examining the magical barrier, while he looked at her he thought of ideas to get out and looked for possible solutions.
the barrier glowed yellow, from some angles it seemed to disappear but he was notorious, he had been imprisoned before with that barrier and had never managed to escape from it, he was too naive to think that he would make it now.
first he gently touched the barrier, he gently ran his fingers through it and consequently it shone where his fingers had been, then he gave it a blow, it was not completely soft but not very strong either, the barrier shimmered in waves, like water, Loki sighed.
decided that he would use his Seidr to try to break the magical barrier, he closed his eyes trying to concentrate, he still wasn't even sure what spell could help him, because his specialty was illusions and conjuring his daggers, his daggers... would they work?
Still with his thighs together he took a few breaths and felt the Seidr run through him, the energy going through his body, it was a little harder thanks to his need, but a few seconds later he had his daggers in both hands, a slight smile of satisfaction appeared on his face. but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared when he raised his head to look at the barrier, took a deep breath and prepared to try to break it. It was when he forcefully tried to stick the dagger into the barrier, consequently he only managed to make the barrier shine in waves with much more force for a few seconds, but it did not have a single scratch.
He sighed in disappointment but tried again, this time with all his strength, the dagger snapped in half as soon as it made contact with the barrier, the other piece falling to the ground and leaving Loki with a useless weapon, the barrier did not break, still lay intact.
"Shit" Loki whispered with frustration, trying to break the barrier with a dagger was his only plan because it was one of the few things he knew how to do with Seidr, since his father refused to be taught more about Seidr to Loki.
What he knew how to do he had learned by himself over time, and it was some useless little tricks, illusions, and conjuring his daggers.
He lightly rubbed her thighs as he accepted that he couldn't do anything else, he mentally insulted himself, he already knew that anyway it would be useless and would end up being useless and still he did it.
With defeat he returned to his table and tried to read again, the loss of hope made Loki stop trying to think of more plans and that caused him to concentrate on his book, he was still much more distracted than he used to, but minimal he could concentrate enough now to understand what he was reading.
Loki continued reading but before long a strangled moan tore from him, the urgency in his abdomen had increased, so to relieve the pressure on him he crossed her legs squeezing tightly and hunched into his seat.
The position gave him back comfort and he returned to his reading, but after a while when he realized the obvious position he was in he adjusted himself correctly by sheer reflex, a reflex that served him well when he was in public and his control slipped. he slid until he reminded himself to have a decent posture.
But it was unnecessary now that he was alone.
Fear was a useful survival tool, a tool that Loki clung to most of the time and disguised with pride, ego, lies, and aggressiveness so as not to appear weak or cowardly. But fear was also linked to shame and because of the fear of feeling ashamed, despite being alone, he tried not to move so much or cross his legs, he was ashamed to do so, it was humiliating, weak, pathetic.
Shortly after deciding not to move so much, he realized that if he wanted to continue concentrating on his book, he should move so that his need would not be so annoying, so trying not to let the embarrassment invade him, he slowly crossed his legs elegantly and sigh.
He continued reading, this time swaying slightly back and forth.
By repeating this movement he was able to concentrate, his bladder was no longer so bothersome with these movements and he was able to stay that way for a few hours.
The god managed to spend 2 hours like this, he lost track of time while he was reading and was almost halfway through his book. While reading he got distracted and it was when he noticed that the darkness had already covered him completely except for some small lights that were still on, including the one on his desk, when he got distracted he also noticed how his legs were rubbing and squeezing much faster than before and it was when he became aware of how urgent the matter had become, to the point where he could no longer sit still, that the god immediately regretted stopping reading.
He felt a strong wave of pressure that caused him to tense up immediately, he stood completely straight as his body struggled to get rid of the pressure in his lower abdomen, the effort causing heat to burn through his body, suddenly feeling how the body temperature of his body rose, but it was the least important thing at the moment, his breathing had also become agitated and when the tears came to his eyes without being able to control it, it was when he understood that it was very urgent.
His thighs clenched causing the Asgardian leather to creak accordingly.
After a few seconds that felt like hours, the wave ended and immediately the god's body relaxed, being able to move again and thinking what he could do, he had to find a solution before it was too late, how long had it been there?
Loki took a deep breath and put his head back as he looked up at the ceiling and thought what he could do, what were his options at that moment?
Trying to escape didn't work and he knew perfectly well that trying again wouldn't work either. The only options he had was to keep holding on until he was rescued or until his body gave out, whichever came first, or he too could find somewhere to pee.
The problem is that the god preferred to wait for his body to betray him than to urinate in a corner, doing something like that voluntarily seemed horrible and unpleasant, but getting wet sounded just as bad.
The proud god thought that was ridiculous, he could last as long as necessary, he convinced himself that he could last until the next day without problem, so he did, he continued to fight a losing battle against his own body .
It was when he remembered that on the other side of the library there was a clock, at least so he could know what time it was, he thought it would be very useful. He decided he would go see him and as he rose from the chair he felt another wave of pressure, almost instinctively he sat back with a gasp followed by a curse.
"Shit" the god muttered closing his eyes in pain, one hand tightly gripped his thigh while the other placed it protectively over his swollen abdomen, his legs pressed again and again desperately, for a moment he feared that he was seriously he was about to disgrace himself, feeling so desperate that fear made him want to relieve himself in a corner as he had thought before.
It was a relief when the pressure was released and when his body relaxed, he immediately got up to go to the clock.
Besides, walking would help too, Loki mused.
Serious mistake, gravity didn't do any good to his fluid-filled bladder, his regret was clear on his face, but he was determined, he needed to know what time it was. The walk was tortuous but he made it, he carefully observed the clock that lit the library, the clock indicated 12:48, it was very late.
Loki didn't know if he felt terrified, relieved or frustrated. Perhaps knowing the time was not as helpful as the god had thought, he seemed to despair more.
Dissatisfied, he walked back to the table he was reading at, he couldn't wait to sit down as it turned out he was more comfortable when he was sitting down and the pressure eased a bit.
Halfway up a new wave hit him, Loki abruptly stopped walking as he felt he couldn't move, his knees buckled leaving him in an almost crouched position and his body trembled in response, it was much harder on his feet and he feared that if he even tried to put a hand between his legs the movement was too much and forced him to lose control, luckily it passed like any other wave, the urgency and pressure decreased and gave him control again, he was able to return to his table quickly avoiding that His bladder muscles contracted while standing, he had learned that it was harder when he was standing.
Loki tried to read again, concentrating on his reading in order to get through the night much faster seemed his only option and the distraction of his book was more than a privilege for that moment, it not only distracted him from his need but also made it forget the shame of being in that situation. The only thing he wanted was to go back to reading, of course, besides a bathroom, but the second option was out of his hands.
He tried to continue reading, he tried with all his effort and it worked for a few minutes, but the pressure had become unbearable and prevented him from concentrating since every time he succeeded, a strong spasm interrupted him, every time a wave reached him he became unable to reading and everything in general, the only thing he could do was stand straight and rigid as he frowned in pain and prayed that all the liquid would stay inside him.
This made him unable to understand a single word as he read, he was past the distraction phase and now he needed all of his attention on his full bladder that was pulsing harder and harder.
He stayed like that for an hour, each wave worse than the last and rocking from side to side or bouncing in his seat, by which point one of his hands was tightly on his crotch and the other anxiously squeezing the edge from his chair, it was too humiliating.
He couldn't even imagine what she looked like at that moment, squirming openly in his seat, feeling so full he thought he hadn't needed to pee like that in his entire life even though he knew that was a big lie.
He felt a pinch in his bladder, it was not painful but it felt strange, he felt more and more full of liquid, there was a strange tingling that ran through him more and more frequently and left a strange feeling in his wrists, it came in waves until the tips of his fingers and the sensation was unpleasant, he could only describe it as an electric current that ran through his nerves, like a mixture of itching and tickling.
His body burned with heat from effort and embarrassment, sweat ran down his forehead and now he was trembling slightly, groans and groans came out of him stronger and stronger, more full of pain, of despair, his eyes were a little more than tearful and his breathing was completely agitated, his bladder kept sending waves of pain throughout his body, it was getting harder and harder.
Moving stopped working and both hands on his crotch didn't seem to be much help either, it was hard for him to think clearly since the only thing he thought at that moment was "hold on"
the word repeated itself to him like a mantra.
He began to breathe through his mouth and his breathing now seemed more like ragged gasps, he couldn't feel more embarrassed, or humiliated. At that point he believed that he would not even be able to get up.
His legs spread and crossed over and over again, knuckles white from the force of his grip, the surges excruciating and getting harder until in a moment, in a surge as he kept his eyes shut tight, his face wrinkled. In pain and clenching his muscles so much that he was trembling heavily, his control was gone for the first time.
"No" moaned the god when his body surrendered for a few seconds, the liquid moistened his clothes and leather, although not enough to be seen from the outside, he was able to regain control after 3 seconds that he felt like eternal.
He struggled, struggled like that for a while, her heart nearly pounding out of his chest, tears already running down her hot, red cheeks, and his breath more like gasps.
He managed to get to a point where he was so full that he no longer felt desperate, he no longer needed to move, no pressure, his bladder felt completely hard from how full it was and it hurt to move, but it became easier to bear it, it was easier to endure like this, even knowing inside that reaching that point would bring him a very likely infection, he didn't care in the least, he felt much happier and relieved since now he was sure he could endure until his release.
Oh big mistake.
While he was still in that state he allowed himself to relax, carefully and without making sudden movements so that it would not hurt him, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and the tears of pain, he began to consider trying to sleep and after a while he began to feel very tired, the day was exhausting and the effort had exhausted him completely.
He carefully placed her arms on the table and her head in his arms, internally cursing herself when she caused him pain by doing it too quickly.
He was able to relax enough and when his eyes lazily closed, the god fell asleep.
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A loud moan resounded throughout the library, something like a "mhmm" that sounded desperate and full of pain, the god woke up with a strong pressure on his abdomen that caused him to stay fully awake.
Loki couldn't move, his bladder hurt too much and unlike before he couldn't move anymore, he trembled from head to toe with force and he hardly breathed, breathing became such a difficult task to do that at times he felt he was short of breath, but he couldn't breathe normally or he would get wet, the problem was that the pain became so intense that he thought he should stop fighting, all he wanted was relief, he couldn't take it anymore.
Loki very, very, very slowly moved his hands towards his crotch, both hands trembled strongly, it was impossible to move.
Tears fell and fell from the prince's eyes, it was too unbearable.
He was still struggling to get his hands on his crotch when Loki moaned in pain for the last time that night, this time it was a tired, painful, desperate moan.
He couldn't take it anymore, his body surrendered, the heat spread and soaked his clothes little by little, it moistened the Asgardian leather until it reached the chair, it slipped, then the heat went down his legs and reached to the ground.
Loki still struggled to stop, with the humiliation and shame that burned in his being but that not even the deep fear that little by little consumed and suffocated him managed to take away the pleasure of his relief.
His legs tightened, he moaned, gasped, cursed, begged, cried even harder and continued to squeeze his crotch in an attempt to stop, but he did not achieve anything, he could do nothing.
"No, no, no, no, no, please don't, shit, shit, no!"
He still felt full as he emptied himself, his bladder getting less and less full and not hurting anymore.
When he felt the full relief he stopped struggling, sighing with his eyes closed as he reveled in finally being able to empty himself, a puddle spreading out from under him.
The tension finally left his body and he felt more and more relieved, it lasted like that for at least 4 minutes until he felt empty, his bladder hurt.
He remained a few minutes without moving, paralyzed by fear and shame, still with his eyes closed unable to avoid shedding more and more tears, he stayed there, in his seat, completely in the dark while he trembled with fear, frustration and cold, drenched, and with the urine that now felt sticky.
He felt humiliated, exposed, vulnerable, ashamed, and pathetic, he couldn't believe it. He, a very powerful god, had urinated on himself and now he was crying about it, he felt disgusting, he couldn't hate himself more at that moment, he had to hold it, in the first place how did he allow himself to get to that situation? He didn't care at the time.
Loki opened his eyes, he did not see his father furious, nor his mother disappointed, nor his brother mocking, much less many people pointing at him, he was alone, in the dark completely, there was no one to witness how disgusting it was, it was just him, he sighed and felt relieved, the panic and adrenaline had already left his body and he managed to think normally, he immediately stopped crying.
He began to think, what would he do now? He didn't know any drying spells (after that the first spell he would learn would be drying spells, it would come in handy, he made a mental note of it)
It was when he had an idea, he could make illusions, they were his specialty, he could make an illusion of himself that would look good, so they would not notice that behind that illusion there is a wet Loki, haggard, with swollen eyes from crying and that overall it looked like a mess, that would do just fine, although she would have to put up with wet clothes until then, it was uncomfortable but not a problem.
The god was very tired, from the breeze he knew that it was about to dawn and he was dying of sleep so he decided to find some other place to sleep.
He ended up deciding that sleeping on the floor on top of some pile of books would be more comfortable than sleeping on another chair so he did, the wet clothes were still uncomfortable, but he was so tired that he went back to sleep almost immediately.
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When the day came, Loki's clothes were mostly dry, although he was still very tired, he ached all over from sleeping there and his bladder also continued to hurt, it was certain that he had hurt himself the night before.
Thor and his friends arrived in the morning to free Loki as he had deduced and Loki had woken up earlier so they wouldn't take him by surprise, he cast an illusion on him and when his brother and his friends found him they all seemed amused with a look full of evil and also somewhat curious.
"How about brother? Did you have fun?" Thor scoffed.
"I would say that in reality I prefer to spend the night in my chambers, Thor" said Loki trying not to show everything that had happened in the night, he felt much more satisfied when he saw disappointment in the faces of many of them, it was sure that they expected to find him in a worse state, but that day they would not be able to humiliate him.
After that Loki immediately returned to his room and took a bath, all evidence of what happened that night disappearing, and well, if someone found a puddle in the library that would not be his problem, anyway he knew that no one would take him importance to something like that.
To everyone else Loki was still a proud idiot who had gotten away with it, and although the god of mischief was still mortified, ashamed and humiliated after that, it would be something that only he would know.