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Thorvengers Fairytales: King Laufeyson
By Terrenis
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A/N: Collection of Fairytales Thor/Avengers style…This one is based on the Grimm Tale King Thrushbeard. Unbetaed.
Pairings: mostly Thor/Loki, Thor/Sif
Warnings: general Fluffiness and Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
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Once upon a time, in the golden realm of Asgard, there lived the wise King Odin and his Queen Frigga. Both of them had a son, the fair Thor, who was handsome beyond all measures, but unfortunately also very proud and arrogant, rejecting and ridiculing every suitor, male and female.
In a last desperate attempt to get the prince to marry, King Odin threw an impressive feast, inviting noblemen and noblewomen from every known realm, no matter if it was a count or a King.
Only one important person was missing.
Thor.
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"THOOOOOOOOR!"
Odin's mighty voice echoed through the golden halls of his palace, while the King himself stormed fuming through the aisles, looking for the whereabouts of his son.
Finally reaching Thor's chambers, he stopped, hearing a loud giggling from inside. The king narrowed his eyes. Apparently his son had better things to do than making an appearance at the ball held for him.
Not bothering to knock, Odin pushed open the doors to Thor's room and looked around, but no sign of his son. Then he heard the giggling again and it seemed to come from the bedroom. The king growled loudly and strode over, not caring, which state Thor and his current bed companion would be in.
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Calloused, but experienced fingers glided slowly over smooth, silky skin, causing the owner of said skin to giggle.
"That tickles, Thor!" Sif laughed, watching Thor as his hand trailed along her naked body, starting from her left underarm till he finally reached her perfectly shaped breasts. But before he could go further, the doors bust open and his father stormed in, a furious expression on his face.
Immediately Sif ducked under the bedspread, trying to cover her bareness, while Thor looked angrily at his father.
"Excuse me, but we're busy here, father. Why are you storming in here like this?" Thor demanded to know.
Odin narrowed his eyes.
"You're asking ME why I'm here! I'm here because I have the entire Throne Room full of guests waiting for my son. And who is not there? MY SON!" Odin yelled.
Thor's face took on a surprised expression.
"Oh, that's today?"
"Yes and you have ten Minutes to get dressed properly and join us or I swear I'll marry you off to a beggar."
Thor's eyes bulged and he jumped out of his bed.
"You can't do that, father!" the Prince bellowed, clenching his fingers.
"I can and I will! I've had it up to here with your attitude. Ten Minutes, Thor!" Odin warned him, turned and left the bedroom as quickly as he had come.
Thor looked after his retreating back, clenching his teeth. How could dare his father threaten him like this? As if he would ever marry below his rank…If he would ever marry at all…
At the moment he really had no desire to bind himself to another person. But no, his father insisted on throwing one feast after another, where he had to put up with the worst suitors of all realms. Tonight wouldn't make a difference. So it was better to get over with it quickly.
The Prince faced his bed companion, while looking for something to put on.
"Forgive me, Sif, but I better go now before Father gets angry again." He said, while putting his armour on.
"Shall I go with you?" The dark-haired woman asked.
Thor fastened his red cape and then sat down on the bed to put on his boots.
"Don't bother! I'll be back soon." He answered without looking at her. When he was done, he took her hand and kissed it.
"Will you wait for me?" he asked her, his eyes never leaving her.
Sif beamed and nodded. Of course she would wait. Leaning back into the huge amount of pillows on Thor's bed, she watched him as he left and then closed her eyes, knowing that Thor would gone for a while and she might as well get some sleep.
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The Throne Room buzzed with excitement, hundreds of voices echoing from the walls of the great hall, when Thor made his entrance, his red cape billowing behind him. His storm blue eyes took in his surroundings and the prince sneered slightly when he took closer looks at his possible suitors. It was just like he had expected. Apparently only the worst kinds of wooers were present on this day, all of them courtiers, who wanted to adorn themselves with him.
Thor made his way to the throne, where his father and his mother were already waiting for him.
"I'm glad you could make it! Then we can finally begin." Odin said and stood, while Thor took his place next to him. While the King cleared his voice, the Prince could see his friends, the Warriors Tree, somewhere in the crowd, looking very amused about his predicament. He rolled his eyes and then focused them on his father, who began to speak.
"Lords and Ladies, I welcome you all to Asgard! You've been invited so that my son, Prince Thor, may choose a consort. We will proceed as follows: You all will be marshalled in a row according to your rank and standing and then Prince Thor will be led through the ranks and choose one of you."
As soon as Odin was done speaking, there was a big bustle in the hall, as every guest was led to his place. At first came the kings and the queens, then the grand – dukes, the princes and princesses, the counts and countesses and finally the barons and baronesses, all of them in their respective rows.
Thor started with the barons, but since they were below his rank in his opinion, this row was processed quickly, leaving several crying men and women behind. The same happened to the row with the counts and countesses. The prince started the third row with his first insult, when his gaze fell upon a very pale, middle – aged prince. "Oh my god, he looks like death himself!" he said.
Approaching another, who looked like a beanstalk, Thor laughed. "He'll be blown away by the next storm."
And it went on like this, while Odin started to boil inside.
One was too fat. "She looks like a barrel of mead!"
One was too tall. "I can climb him like a tree!"
One was too red-faced. "She's on fire!"
One had a crooked back. "Would someone please set him straight? He's falling down every moment!"
Finally he had reached the last suitor, after mocking and rejecting everyone. The last one in the row of kings was a blue-skinned being with red eyes, wearing a green-black-golden outfit and a wicked-looking, horned helmet.
"And who are you? You look…blue." Thor asked him. The Marshall at his side looked at his scroll with the names and replied quietly:
"That's King Laufeyson of Jotunheim."
Thor arched an elegant eyebrow.
"Jotunheim? The Realm of Snow and Ice? Where you can freeze to death? I'm sorry, but I hate the cold and I will definitively not choose anyone, who lives in a snow cave." He replied quite loudly and headed back to the right side of the throne, completely missing the hurt expression on Laufeyson's face.
Odin, who had watched the whole debacle silently, was seething inside. His son had done it again, embarrassing him in front of the whole court. But this time he wouldn't let him get away with this.
"Can I go now, Father? I'm afraid I haven't found an acceptable suitor today and Lady Sif is waiting for me!" Thor asked, looking bored.
The King just waved him off, already thinking of a suitable punishment. As soon as the prince was out of earshot, he turned to his queen.
"Frigga, this has to end. Thor embarrassed me greatly today and insulted our guests. I have enough of his spoiled attitude. I swear as king of this realm that I'll marry him off to the first beggar who'll come to the palace." He shouted loud enough, so that anyone within earshot could hear him.
Frigga gasped.
"But…But you cannot do that! He's our son." she whispered.
"Forgive me, but my patience with him has ended. He had it coming to him, especially after I warned him earlier." He hissed angrily.
The Queen sighed, but didn't give an answer, because she knew that her husband wouldn't back off of his promise.
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A few days later, the Royal Family were dining in a small room next to the Throne Room, when the Queen suddenly heard a beautiful melody from outside. Odin heard it, too, because he stood up and went to the open window, looking downwards to see who disturbed their dinner.
Right below the window, there was a young, dark-haired flute-player, dressed in shabby clothes. But he certainly knew how to play. Odin called two guards into their room and told them to fetch the flute-player, so that he might play for them.
"Is this necessary, father? Surely he has better things to do than to play for us." Thor asked, sipping at his wineglass.
"But I wish to hear him! And that is final!" Odin thundered, stabbing his meat furiously, or else he would have burst with anger.
Thor just rolled his eyes annoyed and concentrated his attention back on his own meal, enjoying it as if it was his last meal. Little did he know that would be his last meal - at least the last one in the Royal Palace of Asgard.
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Later they all gathered in the Throne Room, Odin sitting on his chair of royalty with Frigga next to him and Thor on a chair that had been brought for him, looking more than just bored and whishing he could be with his friends instead of being forced to listen to some beggar playing flute.
Then the two guards brought the flute-player in front of them and the prince had to admit, although reluctantly, that he wasn't that bad-looking with his black hair and those green eyes. Too bad he wasn't of royal blood. This was certainly a man he could eventually accept as a suitor.
"What's your name, son?" Odin asked politely.
The young man bowed to them and then answered:
"My name is Loki, Your Majesty!"
Thor growled internally. This man had certainly a sexy voice, so smooth and silky, stirring something deep inside him. Maybe he could invite him to a One-Night-Stand.
"Well, Loki, you played beautifully on your flute. Maybe you could play something for us!" the king asked the musician.
Loki smiled and bowed again.
"Certainly, Your Majesty!"
Then he began to play on his instrument. The gentle chimes could be heard throughout the castle and the king and the queen enjoyed the beautiful music. Only Thor looked as if he intended to jump out of the window every moment. He hated flute music with a passion and now he had to listen to it, just because his parents liked it.
When Loki finished his pieces of music, Odin and Frigga applauded him. Thor was just relieved that it was finally over and he could join his friends.
"That was wonderful, Loki! You are certainly a master and I wish to give something for your effort." The king replied.
The young flute-player bowed.
"Thank you, your Highness, but that is not necessary. I only want a small tasking gift."
But Odin stopped him with a wave of his hand.
"I insist. I'll give you something worthy of your music. In fact, I'll give you my son as a spouse!" he said.
Three heads turned abruptly towards his direction – Loki's, Frigga's and not to forget Thor's.
"WHAT?" the three of them yelled at the same time, causing the guards to look at each other.
"This is a joke, right?" Thor finally asked, not believing his ears. Surly his father couldn't mean, what he had said.
Odin looked straight at his son.
"You've heard right, Thor. I vowed to marry you off to the first beggar after you embarrassed me at the feast and I will keep it. Now someone get me a priest. My son is getting married today." He shouted and one of the guards disappeared from the hall, not only to get the priest, but also to spread the news.
Thor wanted to protest. He really wanted to. But he failed to find the right word. Too great was his anger and embarrassment. Frigga, however, started to weep, because she didn't want to lose her only son all of a sudden. Loki also didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected to get married on this day and to a prince nonetheless.
A few moments later, the guard returned with the priest. Anger seeped out of Thor, when he realized that his father was serious about it. There was no way that he would marry that beggar, no matter how good he looked.
But then his father grabbed his hand and tugged him to where Loki and the priest were standing.
Just then Thor knew it. He was doomed.
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To be continued…
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I hope you liked the first part. The second will be up next week – hopefully.
^^ Terrenis