The King and the Lionheart

by BlackHairdye.SilverFindings

"My son has mistresses, my son has concubines, my son has whore. My son has fathered ten bastards. My son is worth nothing! "Find him a wife worthy of both his and her crown. Find him a wife who can teach him to be human again." " When Odin grows tired of his son's arrogance, he must be taught humility, by none other then a woman. Thor/The Other Boylen Girl crossover

1. Chapter 1

A/N: so. I have no life and I watch too many movies. That's the story behind this. Yeah. Sorry.

Warnings:

Sex

Talk of sex

Boy sex

Thor/Loki

Thor/Jane

Silliness

Language.

also. Sorry for spelling and grammer.

The King and the Lionheart

Chapter 1: The King's Name is a Tower of Strength

There is music in the court that night, soft song that filled the courtier's ears with visions of lands lost and power gained, of the old world and of the new. Songs made to mock and to praise.

"Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud
At the moan of the merry man moping mum
Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
As he sighed for the love of a lady.

The king sits above them all, watching waiting. A goblet of wine clutched tight in his hand, a frown deep in his features. Long has it been since the king has been pleased. He is getting on in years, his face set with deep lines, an eye lost long ago in the quest for wisdom, and sometimes he worries for his kingdom.

"Where is my son?" He asks.

"Balder is there sir," the answer comes. The king shakes his head. He wants not his second born.

"No. My first born. Where is Thor?" Odin asks it of his steward. His steward swallows, almost louder then the music and looks around, grasping for an answer.

"Where is my son, where is my first born, where is he?" Odin demands. When the king demands, you answer. When you can.

"Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de
He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb
As he sighed for the love of a lady.

I have a song to sing, O!
It is sung to the knell of a church-yard bell
And a doleful dirge ding-dong o
It's a song of a popinjay bravely born
Who turned up his noble nose with scorn
At the humble merry maid-"

"WHERE IS ME SON?!" the shout startles all, the clang of the tray echoes, the musicians stop, the courtiers stop, everything stops for a moment, a goblet once full of mead rolls in the silence, a dull clang of metal over stone.

"I… He is…." The steward stumbles down the steps, away from the enraged king, away from the throne, away.

"How can you serve me if you can not keep track of my son?!" Odin shouts, the steward puts an arm up to defend himself. He believed the weak arm of a squire would deter a king. Odin looks angry, a fearful growl building in his chest.

"Loki!" He barks, beckoning the boy from the shadows. "Find your brother." The raven haired boy nods, a simple motion and heads off, away from the fun and frivolity, from the honeymead and men, from the court of the king. As he steps out the door, he can hear his adoptive father shouting for music, asking why they have stopped. Loki sighs and wonders if Thor would ever know what he did to their father. What he does to him.

Loki doesn't spend time searching for Thor in the places he knows him not to be in. He knows where the prince will be. He knows and he walks straight there, briskly, his boots clicking slightly on the stone. He meets few people on his way to the prince's chambers, those he does meet, bow their heads and he nods politely back. He is the reject prince. He holds only respect because they fear Odin. And it is right to fear Odin.

The door to Thor's room is thick oak, studs of black iron to accentuate it. It takes two guards to open it for Loki when he arrives, the sounds of Thor and his nights entertainment filling the hall. Loki nods apologetically to the guards before entering the room, the door slamming behind him. Thor's bed chambers are bright and open, thick red velvet hangs from the four-poster bed, and furs cover the stone flour. The room smells of leather and sweat and honey and rain and blood and dirt and sex. For those are the two things the son of Odin does best. He wars and he loves.

"Oh, oh, ooooh" the noises come from the bed, big enough to house most of Thor's concubines at once. Noises of skin on skin, panting and moaning, of pleasure, and of sin. Loki tries not to so much as divert his eyes. He has seen his brother naked many a time, and he has seen him with woman (and men) more.

"Thor." Loki calls out, crossing to the serving tray and pouring himself a drink. "Father is asking after you."

Thor looks up from the woman under him, a redhead Loki notices, "Father?" Thor asks, his hips keeping up a frantic pace, "Why, uh, now?" Thor grunts a lot when he makes love. Loki knows this. Loki's been Thor's brother for years. Loki's been Thor's confidante for years.

"There's a banquet going on. If you hadn't noticed." Loki replied, leaning against the table. "He's not very happy that you left to come play with one of your trollops." The girl is too intent on whatever his brother is doing with his hips to take notice of the insult.

Thor is back to her neck, leaving angry marks that make Loki uncomfortable and irritated. "Father can, uh, entertain a few dukes with out me." Loki's surprised that Thor can even get that many words out of his mouth at a time like this.

"Father threw a tray." Loki adds watching the couple on the bed with curious eyebrows. Curious and innocent eyebrows. "He also yelled a lot."

The noises from the bed get louder in response and Loki rolls his eyes walks way, picking his way over the furs to Thor's wardrobe. Loki had been sent to find him and return him to the banquet, not watch him bed some girl. If Thor was to be gracefully received by his father, he would need the proper clothing.

Loki was busily searching through his brother's wardrobe for something that was notred or silver, or some combination of the two. It was hard, but Loki knows the blue and brown doublet he searches for exists. He's seen his brother wear it. He's ran his hands over the velvet, over the buttons. It's in here. He's seen Thor wear, and he's taken it off Thor.

"What do you search for?" Thor asks, his voice suddenly behind his brother, the soft linen of his bed shirt grazes Loki's wrist when Thor reaches over to take Loki's goblet from where it sits upon a table.

"Clothing." Loki answers curious if the girl has fallen asleep, he figures she has. His brother tend to tire out the ones he sleeps with... Well mostpeople.

"That's mymead, thank you." Loki snaps, but his voice doesn't have any real anger behind it. His shared so much with his brother that he has no reason to be angry about a stolen drink. They have shared and stolen many thing between them.

"Actually." Thor replies, his other hand cupping Loki's shoulder, thumb skimming lightly over the milk white flesh. "It's mine." Loki has a hard time admitting Thor's right.

It's when Thor's lips close over Loki's jaw that his fingers find the velvet of the doublet he's looking for. His brother's lips are almost as soft as the velvet. His brother's stubble tickles Loki's cheeks. It make him want to stop. And it makes him want to keep going. But he knows they cant, he knows that there are nobles and he knows father is waiting for them and he knows that sooner or later they will get caught. Sometimes he, himself, cannot tell between right and wrong, for the mind does not think in right and wrong, but in sense and nonsense.

"Stop," Loki murmurs, pushing Thor away, "You have to get dressed." Thor laughed, a deep sound in his chest that Loki can feel.

"Why?" Thor asked "Why am I to dress, when I will just discard of the clothing later tonight?" Loki can feel Thor's smug smile and it makes him want to turn and hurt Thor, but he doesn't. He can't. He turns and thrust the doublet into Thor's hands.

"Put it on. Now."

Thor's laugh follows Loki as he leaves with a twist of his heel.