I present to you - a collaboration story between myself and my very good friend Charlie. It is in RP format (as that is exactly what it is), but I have, upon the OK of my partner, changed and rearranged somethings for your reading pleasure.
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Our respectable characters: Thor (me) & Loki (Charlie).
This shall be divided with brake-lines for each reply.
Loki was anxious. Not that he'd show it or anything, but he was.
Terribly.
Today was the day he'd meet his betrothed partner. He was currently travelling to the other's home, as the one he was promised to was a rich, royal man.
Loki was just a small Frost Giant. He had nothing to his name but his powers, which he loved to show off.
He was a headstrong male, never showing emotion or weakness, the ultimate weapon, correct? Well, he was also the ultimate asshole.
He was brought from his thoughts as his travel ceased, and he walked out. Gulping sheepishly, he walked inside of his betrothed's home, calling out softly.
"… Thor?"
Thor was pacing, just as nervous. He was to wait in his chambers until the arrival of his intended, then he would be summoned to greet him. Thor hadn't been able to relax all night and hardly got any rest. He tried to occupy his time instead by working out his muscles, which often calmed his nerves and got him back in rightful mind. Thor was very aware of whom his bride to be was and he couldn't say he was truthfully pleased. He heard many stories of the Frost-Giants and so their looks were no secret. He had been quite disdained with his father for a time in his early teenhood about it, but he had no choice in the matter. He learned to live with it, but that didn't mean he still liked the thought.
A quiet knock came at his large decorated door and he quickly stepped to answer it. It was a servant standing there, respectfully bowing their head before speaking. "It is time master Thor," Thor's mouth went dry at that and he had to swallow hard. He looked quite ready on the surface, however, inside his heart was beating like the drums of war. Thor gave a single nod, not able to give a worded response; nor did the servant ask for one, they simply bowed again and asked him politely to follow.
Thor did, his boots ringing sound around the hall they ventured and cape flapping behind him. He was dressed for the occasion in full armor and royal attire; helmet included. His mother coached him well on what he was to do, how he was to treat Loki, his committed, and the politeness he should use. They came to a door now and the servant only bowed before leaving, not giving a word of explanation to why Thor was brought and left here; he had an idea though.
Thor waited, staring at the door, feeling his nerves acting again. He kept calm though and took a deep breath, then lifted his head high and stood as the god he was. When the door finally opened and in stepped a strange, but lovely person, Thor knew instantly. When the young male's voice called out his name, Thor's ear's heard the most beautiful chime and words were lost to him again. As quickly as he was able though, Thor regained what little composure he could muster and gave a cough before taking his helmet off in respect; calling back to his affianced. "Loki…"
Loki wore silken clothing. His parents scrimped and saved up all of their money throughout the years to afford his clothing.
The fabric was a deep blue, and it fit nearly perfectly over his body. The shirt top was long sleeved and V-necked, golden streaks highlighting it. it narrowed along his waist, accentuating his small, feminine body type. His pants were more like leggings; tight fitting and streak with the golden highlights once more. It was a bit to tight around his ass, but Loki's parents hadn't expected to have a son with that large of a rump. On his feet were leather boots that tied snugly around his ankles, and on his wrists were leather beaded bracelets. His hair had been combed silky smooth and rested lightly on his shoulders, a beautifully crafted headband holding the coal hued locks out of his eyes.
He looked at Thor, his green eyes widening slightly. He had not expected his promised to be so… Large.
He gulped and straightened his posture slightly before speaking once more, his words high pitched from his nervous-ness, "It's-It's a pleasure to meet you."
Thor's breath was utterly taken from him; he could not help his roaming eyes and let his mouth hang open. He wasn't meaning to be so obvious with his surprise, but he had not expected his intended to be such a… beauty. He was smaller than even he and definitely was much more slim, petite even.
Loki's voice snapped the god back to reality and he cast his eyes quickly up to the face of his betrothed, and closed his mouth that had dried up at the young god in front of him.
Thor brought a fist up to cover his mouth as he cleared his throat before he spoke, "as it is you." Thor's voice was deep and a little heavy, but perfectly matched his appearance.
Thor bowed and took Loki's hand, placing a soft kiss to it; all the while Thor never took his eyes from Loki's. When Thor straightened up once again, he stood there for but a moment, feeling a little awkward as he thought on what else his mother had told him. Thor was not as good with his manners as he was with his hammer, and he was definitely not as good with romance as he was with fighting. Usually maidens flocked to him and naturally sought his company.
But now finally being in the presence of the one he was to wed, Thor felt nervous about it all. Thor though would follow his mother's lectures and woo Loki's heart; who could resist his charm and masculinity any how though?
Thor switched his helmet to rest under his other arm and held out his free one in offer to Loki, "Do you hunger?"
Loki rubbed his arm sheepishly, the silence that washed over them causing him to cringe mentally.
When he was asked if he was hungry he jumped slightly. He never really got asked if he was hungry all that much, so it slightly surprised him, until he remembered that they were promised to each other, so he should've expected it.
"Um, no more than usual, actually." He replied, smiling softly. His answer was vague, and his mother had told him to be the opposite.
He cleared his throat before fixing his reply, "yes, I'm hungry." He nodded, looking at the god before him.
Thor nodded his head once, but his eyebrows creased as he wondered on Loki's reply. "Do not feel obligated to eat if that is not what you wish; there are many other things here that might strike your fancy better," Thor held out his arm and motioned down the golden halls of his great palace. "Come, I shall give you a tour if you so like," Thor invited Loki to take his arm and walk at his side as he stepped down the hall at an even pace Loki could easily follow.
Thor slowly slipped back into a silence, thinking once more of his mother's words. 'Speak to him casually as you would a friend and get to know him' - That was his mother's advice, but how was he to do that knowing they were only here in hopes of creating a romantic partnership? Thor was so sure he was much better at one-night stands.
Thor let his eyes wander around for a moment as he thought, then looked over at the fair pale god beside him and hesitantly asked, "so... hm... what does strike your fancy?" Thor hoped that did not sound like he was rushing things and hoped Loki did not get the wrong idea from him.
Loki had taken Thor's arm slowly, walking beside him, awkwardly scanning around in silence before Thor asked him what he enjoyed.
"Well, I enjoy… uhm..." He was at a loss for words, in all actuality. He never really told anyone anything, so it was slightly difficult to talk about it now.
"I like to read. Poetry, history, drama, anything. I can't write very well, though. Uhm, I like to swim, and-" He cut himself off, almost telling the golden god of his likings to change for children. He would not admit that, though. It made him seem weak, much to weak, like a damsel in distress, which he was the opposite off.
"And you? What do you enjoy doing?" He asked, looking at Thor with an arch eyebrow.
Thor smiled to himself from that reply; Thor now knew a little more about his affianced and knew there could be one place that would definitely peek his attraction. Thor also realized then, that his mother knew everything. She had wisely instructed him on what to do and told him after, that he'd be surprised on what little information could help their bonding.
However, Loki's hesitation made Thor nervous and a little worried. But he chose to ignore it, after all his mother had also said that it could possible take some time for your partner to fully open up, and battering him on the subject could even lower the chance of him doing so. In a relationship of this kind of significance, there should be nothing hidden between the two of you.
Thor turned his eyes to the end of the hall, looking straight in front of him. "There is a place I think you would enjoy," He glanced over at Loki again with a slight tilt of his head. Thor said nothing about what it was or where it was, in hopes that he might surprise his betrothed. When the subject of what he liked came up, Thor couldn't help but give a deep, strong, hearty laugh. Most knew who he was and what he liked doing; he would think his appearance at least would give his interests away.
"Fighting, wine, and the company of -" Thor had gotten a little over excited and talked quickly enough that he almost hadn't caught the word before it slipped out. Lucky however, Thor took a breath before continuing "- friends." His mother had warned him about boasting, it could belittle and harm his partner if he wasn't careful. And he was now meeting Loki personally, which meant (as his mother said) he was not to seek the company of beautiful maiden's any longer. "And the practice of 'Iron Pumping', as the Midgardian's say," Thor added with a good-natured chuckle, "Is a relaxing past time for me."
Loki listened to the large man's reply; glancing at him.
He had jumped when his betrothed laughed; the large, loud, booming noise catching him off guard slightly.
His eyebrows arched up and he bit his lip once he heard Thor cut himself off, knowing full well what the Asguardian was wanting to say.
"Sounds like we're opposites." He noted, walking beside him still, no longer looking at the blonde, but all around, not used to seeing so much, well, uh, stuff.
Thor nodded. "If that is true, than you prefer solitude to where I prefer sociability… correct?" Thor looked over at Loki with a tilt of his head. "But we can make it work, after all -" Thor's words were hesitant again, for what he really wanted to say was 'they did not have a choice in the matter, they were stuck whether they liked each other or not'. Instead he finished with "- its for the good of our kingdoms." Thor flashed a handsome smile at Loki.
Thor's attention briefly left Loki as he turned a corner. This hall was dimmer than the main, with darker walls of blood-red and a nice forest green carpet, lined and etched with gold. Thor took Loki to the end before turning one last time down a much shorter hallway. It would seem like a dead end, if it weren't for the large, green, black and golden doors. Thor stopped them there and smiled at Loki, "I hope its to your liking and interest."
Thor let Loki's hand slip from his arm and he stepped forward. The doors were massive and heavy, but Thor was the strongest God in all 9 realms (or so he believed) and found this to be little challenge. He pushed with all his strength and the doors slowly opened, revealing something grand. Thor didn't break a sweat, and soon was at Loki's side again, a hand on his back with another out stretched to the room around them. "Welcome to the palace library."
Loki listened to Thor with an arched eyebrow still, looking at him when he hesitated.
When the strong god finished with his failed attempt to fix his mistake and then smiled, Loki replied, "Our kingdoms come first. It needn't matter what we want, it matters only of our people, correct?"
He looked away, sheepish and pink cheeked. His mother had warned him of speaking when he wasn't suppose to, but he couldn't help himself. He crossed his arms, his head lowered, not speaking again.
When he had been told of the betrothed ceremony that would take place, he had been angry, but through the last year his anger had dialed down. But being here, beside him, against his will, it had angered him again.
He stayed silent in his anger until they made it to the library, watching in earnest interest as he opened the door.
When he saw the sight, all those books, he sucked in a breath before gasping, "Beautiful."
Thor was taken aback by Loki's statement, and he almost believed Loki had read his mind. He showed no surprise, but instead looked to the ground for a second and stated how he saw it, "Unfortunately I think so." Thor didn't mean for it to sound as gruff and distasteful as it did, but made no move to apologize for his dogmatic personality. He simply walked away, further into the library lobby.
If perhaps they only knew they were more alike than they thought, than perhaps they could talk honestly, without their parents' words ringing in their mind every time they went to say something. Thor was also warned by his mother, though most of all his father. The All-Father wasn't taking this lightly and Thor knew the punishments he would get if he did not make this work. He could not see however, that Loki was feeling similar bouts of anger for the ceremony they were going to have, against their will.
Thor was quite pleased at seeing the green in Loki's eyes brighten when he saw the library, it brought him also a… proud feeling. He smiled quite jubilantly back, but didn't say a word. Thor let Loki take in the beauty (as he called it) before him.
With its rich history and decadent luxury, the Asgardian palace library most definitely had a unique style. It was exquisite and beautiful, just as Loki had gasped. The round, large lobby was so very attractive, with its 9k, spiral staircase crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the lounging area, that was carpeted in a most beautiful emerald green, with patterns of… what looked like beasts or monsters, etched in gold so all could see the outline. Chairs of a nice gold fabric placed in cozy little groups by an equally golden table (long and low for anyone's book or drink) in front of the warm, ever burning hearth.
The rest of the library floors was the most beautiful black alabaster that was shined until it sparkled. Rows, upon never ending rows, of book shelves branched themselves out from the lobby, like the pages between a hard or soft cover. There was even a second level, also with rows of shelves and many books. The book shelves were not only many however, they were long and went on for… some times decades (exaggeration ;D). This was definitely a place someone could magically lose themselves in.
"It is isn't it?" Thor piped up, standing at Loki's side with his hands behind his back, looking around also. "I've never spend more than a minute in here, books are not my interest; as you so know. But perhaps now it might be used." Thor always felt a little guilty for the library, as silly as that might of sounded. It was beautiful and enchanting, but was dusty from not much use.
Loki walked towards the books as Thor spoke, laughing softly. He ran his fingers over the spine of an older, dusty book before replying, "You don't much look like a reader, Thor. You seem more like the hero of a story, not the reader of it. You are, aren't you?" He paused, looking at the golden man before continuing, "You're the hero. You win all the battles, all of the women, and all of the glory. And, now you've got your kingdom near in your grasp. How does that feel?" He asked, looking away and walking towards a different mound of books.
He spoke again after a moment, not looking at his promised. "Let's speak freely with one another, please. We're together, probably until one of us is dead, and I'd like to get to know the man I'll be sleeping beside every night. And please, make it materialistic. I know your name, and the date of your birth, just as you know mine. I know your height and approximated weight, your feature assessment and history. What I don't know, is you. I don't know what you enjoy on your own, and what you despise. I don't know your secrets or your lies. And, I usually know everything. If I'm to except this betrothal, and if I'm to except you, and to lose my anger towards it, I'm going to need answers. And the answers are only what you can provide. Whatever you answer, I'll answer for myself." He walked towards the god, a small smile on his lips. It wasn't his sweet smile, it was his sly smile. The smile he used the most, the smile that got him answers and all.
"Does that sound fair?"
