Author's note: This is my first 'Thorki' fanfic. Rated M for things of a mature nature, graphic detail of adult content and of course all the smut this story is to contain. Please enjoy and feel free to review, any feedback or constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Thanks, 'Hiddle-me-This' xx
Chapter 1
The place that Odin and his family called home glistened as the moonbeams reflected and danced around the golden castle. As a fire in the hearth glowed, chasing away the chill of the night air. The rooms all had high ceilings, with narrow but long windows all across the walls making them well lit. Everywhere was beautifully furnished, sporting long wooden tables littered with candles and tall backed chairs that must of taken the most careful of craftsmanship. Fine silken drapes hung and rugs made of exotic animal furs scattered most of the stone floors; making every step taken very quiet and soft. This certainly was a magnificent palace befitting such a legendary and fierce warrior king. Not only did Odin have a mighty strength when it came to battle, he also had a sharp mind and a sympathetic and caring heart. It was all of these unique and necessary qualities that caused his Kingdom to love, respect and honour him. However, it wasn't the grand estate, power and respect Odin held most dear. It was his family. Frigga: his beautiful wife and adored Queen of the Asgardians, Thor: His headstrong and determined first born son and Loki; The son he took, but the son he will always consider his nonetheless.
During the great battle with Jotunheim, led by Odin himself, thousands of frost giants lay slaughtered. Laufey, their King was executed and along with him, a whole race almost eradicated. In the mess of the battle, when all the violence was but at a close, Odin happened upon a secret room within the fortress. There he found a infant, which had been hidden away here for some reason. He didn't have to get too close before he realised exactly why the child had been kept out of sight. It was due to fear of humiliation and shame. The little boy was far too small and dainty even for baby frost giant... in fact, he was about the same size as his own Asgardian son, Thor, who was waiting for him back at home. Knowing this defenceless baby would surely die if left here, he took him back to the castle in Asgard and raised him as Loki; no longer son of Laufey but son of Odin.
The child was innocent of all wrong-doing and should not be punished for the crimes of his ancestors. Not long after being taken in this tiny frost giant had lost all of the ice blue in his pigmentation and instead was a healthy Asgardian peach tone. Even the red in his eyes had changed, now a deep and shining green. Odin and Frigga did their upmost to make sure he was made to feel like the prince he was, deciding it better to not let him know the truth of his ancestry and swearing all who knew the information to maintain absolute secrecy. Not only was this kept from Loki but also from Thor.
That was years past now though. His young whelps had become young men as if over night and the childish scraps and immature insults had turned to full blown hormonal punch-ups, heated debates and verbal beat downs. Which of course, made Odin the proudest father in all of the nine realms. He observed them both for while, unnoticed in the background as they fought out a difference. Thor was always one for the more physical fights where as Loki preferred to use his much higher than average intelligence as a weapon. Thor so much like Odin, Loki so much like Frigga. It warmed the king's heart.
"Brutish and stubborn as always. I am not entirely sure what I expected." Loki sighed as he looked at his nails, as if bemused by the whole argument.
Thor's brow furrowed as his face visibly reddened "Listen to me! I am sick of your mocking! You think of me as a creature of lower intelligence and I-"
His sentence was cut short by Loki. He walked up to within an inch of his brother's face before sneering and breathing the words; "That's because you are, at least you act as if you are..."
Thor's jaw jutted forward, squaring it off. His chest puffed out and all of his muscles defined, contracting all at once, showing his sculpted like figure. He pulled his arm back and made a fist. This made Loki shrink away to a full arms length, he looked so skinny when compared next to his golden haired brother... but he was just as tall and just as defiant. Loki's wide mouth twisted into a snarl but before he could utter a word Odin clapped his hands together loudly, startling the boys and putting an end to the nonsense.
Odin walked towards them. His two sons were in house clothes and modestly dressed. Both in plain dark legging trousers, Thor in a blue woollen tunic and Loki in a similar olive green one. However, on their faces they wore a dishevelled look of embarrassment with themselves. They stood as if waiting for a telling off. 'Still but children' Odin thought and audibly laughed. "My offspring, princes of Asgard and future rulers of my Kingdom... Do you not think all this petty?"
"Sorry father." They both uttered in unison.
"I think some times you both need be reminded that you are brothers. You are bound together and of one. I do not know why you were quarrelling this time, nor do I care. However I do not require a 'sorry'. Apologise to one another."
Thor shrugged and looked stubbornly at his feet with his arms folded tightly across his belly. At that moment Loki knew it would have to be him, that even if he did not mean it, saying sorry would end this dull charade and he could take leave uninterrupted. He turned to Thor and put a hand on his shoulder. "My brother." Loki said in a calming tone, his emerald green eyes shimmered. "I beg of your forgiveness. I ask that we agree to disagree and put this behind us."
Thor shifted awkwardly on the spot and bit his lip before making eye contact. "Agreed." The tension passed and ease filled the room.
"Wonderful." Odin smiled. "We would not of wanted it to get out of hand and have to deal with anymore cuts and bruises to poor Loki."
"I can defend myself perfectly fine." Loki spoke up, ashamed. His teeth gritted together.
Odin turned to his fostered son. "Of course-" he hesitated. "I was merely making a-"
With a poof of smoke Loki vanished from plain sight. "Looking for me father?" The voice had come from elsewhere, both Odin and Thor followed their gaze to behind them to see Loki sat on one of the tall backed chairs with his legs crossed on the table in font of him and his hands behind his head. "Both of you underestimate me. Brain over Braun, mind over matter." Loki smirked.
"You have our Mother's tricks." Thor laughed heartily. He always enjoyed it and even felt a little bit of envy watching him disappear and reappear on a whim. He motioned his brother over to him. "Now come, after that I am exhausted. Surely you are too?"
Loki nodded slowly, pushed his chair away from the table and silently got up. He walked toward Thor as if in a trance like state. They left the room together and began to climb the tall spiral staircase that led all the way up to the very top of the Northern tower, to their bedchambers. Neither of them spoke a word to each other but it was a comfortable silence.
Each of their rooms were located opposite one another and both were of equal size. Similarly they contained; A single arched window, a large four-poster bed with a huge oaken chest at the bottom of it, tall wardrobes with gold handles and hinges and a bedside table. Atop the beside table a candle, a fresh jug of water and a fresh jug of wine were placed daily with individual goblets for each different drink. This however was where the things they had in common had ended.
Thor's room had; eight individual and spectacular armour mannequins. All of which were dressed in the armours he had made and never wore or the past ones he never could throw out. Technically his chambers mostly consisted of things he held on to... silly rocks and trinkets he had picked up whilst curiously exploring other planets and realms, childhood toys and books. Adding to the mess and making the room look busy was the prominent and bright colour of red everywhere, from the drapes, to the walls, to even the curtains on his four-poster. The room was never tidy for long, despite all the housemaids best efforts. They always used to joke and say "Thor? That one is more a Storm!"
Where as Loki took a different approach to how he liked things; he had only one armour mannequin. It wore a long dark green and black coat with golden studs and trims, it was crowned with an amazing gold horned helmet. His chambers followed suit, they were modest and minimalistic. Made up of dark green walls and black bedding and drapes with gold four-poster curtains. He left nothing out on display and kept only a very strict host of items in his chest. Only things that had a use to him were allowed to stay, he had no room for sentimentality and needless clutter. At the present time all the chest contained were some historical and mathematical books, some paper and writing materials.
A few hours had passed by this point and Loki couldn't sleep, he was restless and could feel the dark circles that were creeping around his eyes. Still he sat cross legged on his pillows with his head down and his hands cradling an old leather bound book on the great and rich history of Asgard. He had found it buried in the back of the castle's impressive library and felt as if he had unearthed a forgotten treasure. A lock of shiny raven hair fell into his face, he pushed it out of view and tucked it delicately behind his ear without once taking his eyes off the book. He carefully mulled over the information before carefully turning the yellow tinged page. Just then a soft knock rattled on the door. He had been so engrossed in his book he had forgotten his surroundings and it startled him. He quickly regained himself and closed his book, leaving his thumb between the pages to mark his place. He coughed and cleared his throat. "Come in." Loki said in his low voice.
"It is only me brother." Thor said opening the door only wide enough so he could fit inside the room. He closed it softly and stood just before it.
"I said come in. Don't just hover around over there... I'm not still mad at you, Thor." Loki said rolling his eyes. He took his thumb out of the book and placed it on the bed side table. "That is why you are here I assume? Never the one to apologise first but the guilt always hits you long before me."
Thor confidently walked over to the bed where his brother was sitting, then sat at the end of it facing Loki. He thought a while before speaking. "I hate us to fight but we are so different. It feels all we do is argue now." He sighed frustrated. "I do not always understand you, I doubt I ever shall. Still, that is no excuse for me to be so fowl tempered."
A half-smile played across Loki's lips. "All is already forgotten. I am sure it won't be too long before we have this conversation again after some other unresolved matter."
"I am sure it won't be." Thor chuckled. "Though, there is no one else I'd rather disagree with for an eternity."
"Do you remember when we were younger and if we weren't the best of friends we were the worst of enemies?" Loki reminisced whist fiddling with that pesky raven lock of hair that frequently disobeys. "Back in the times when we'd agree on the odd thing."
"I remember it well!" Thor's eyes sparkled and he moved up the bed to sit beside his brother. "We'd wake up and play together, then we'd have a falling out and fight. Ha! You'd always run to mother with a cry and father would hide me!"
"Yes, of course then you wouldn't speak to me for the rest of the day." Loki rested his head on Thor's muscular shoulder and looked up at him. "I'd try to make you laugh or yell and you'd never crack. Defiant."
"Yes, but I always came to your bedchamber at night, long after mother and father were asleep, to make amends." Thor smiled down.
"It has indeed been a while since we have done this brother."
"We have more debates and I seem to feel rage for longer." Thor sighed wearily. "I best go get some sleep. I'll rest easier knowing a fresh day is ahead of me."
"Sleep in here with me... like old times?" Loki said sitting back up.
"Ha! I thought you were not sentimental?"
"I suppose I'm not." Loki shrugged. "But you are."