"It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard."
-Stephen Stills


When he first arrived in Asgard, he was scared. The small Jotun clung to his father's right hand as his vision became clear. Around the small child was a dome of gold, something he had never seen. Jotunheim never had such buildings. Wide red eyes looked up to his father, King Laufey as he spoke to other being in the structure.

"Heimdall." he greeted, his tone even as ever.

"King Laufey." the booming voice of the Aesir replied. "Is this your son?"

"Of course. This is Loki," the Jotun spoke, no compassion. However, Loki simply stared at the golden god, not caring as to what his father was doing. Heimdall looked down at the small frost giant, seeing a usual loneliness most Jotun children possessed.

"He is small for a Jotun." the Asgardian commented, walking down the steps that had been built in the middle of the dome structure.

"Do not remind me, Aesir," the frost giant king growled. "However, Odin chose this child for a suitable reason. As Jotunheim has lost the war, we will gratefully give such a runt to keep the peace strong." he explained. Loki's eyes never shifted from the armoured Asgardian as he leaned over.

"Welcome to Asgard, child," he spoke, his tone as even as any Jotun. Loki blinked and managed a small smile in return. "There are two guards outside that will bring you to Odin." he said as he stood up straight once more. Laufey nodded simply to this and led his son out of the golden building, where two guards –also in gold- took them across the bifrost.

As the quartet made their way towards the golden city, Loki stared down at the millions of colours swimming under them, coupled with golds and silvers weaving around with them. The small Jotun was shocked to see something so beautiful. Why did Jotunheim lack such beauty? Was it not a realm that competed with Asgard? All these thoughts swirled around the little frost giant's head as they entered the city. Loki looked up to see his father transform before his very eyes. Blue skin gave way to a pale complexion and black silky hair cascaded over royal green and gold robes. As the change of his father completed, it traveled on through to the hand Loki was using to hold his father's bigger one. A soft gasp sounded from the child as the same pale colour over powered blue and black hair fell into his eyes. His almost naked body had been clothed in similar robes to the other Jotun.

"What has happened?" Loki managed to say, quiet enough for only his father to hear. The now vivid green eyes of his father looked down upon him and a sigh emitted.

"Do you want the eyes of all of Asgard upon you, Loki?" the voice –the same as always- questioned, the tone almost challenging the younger's intelligence. The small boy looked ahead and pouted slightly.

"No. I do not, fath- Laufey." Loki answered, correcting his mistake. He remembered the time he had, like his other brothers, called the king of Jotunheim father. While his brother's had not been beaten, Loki had quickly become subject to such floggings. He knew not why, but he figured it was most likely something to do with his height, or lack of it that earned him such ridicule.

"Snap out of your thoughts, frost child." the king of the ice realm ordered as they entered the court yard of the castle of Asgard.

"I am sorry. Forgive me." Loki replied softly, shaking his mind of such horrid memories. Laufey raised an eyebrow, but continued to stare at his weak child.

"Do you remember what I told you, Loki?" he asked, the tone yet again questioning the younger Jotun's brains. Loki let go of his father's hand and began to count off on his pale fingers.

"One, bow to Odin. Two, be polite. Three, bow to royalty. Four, always use elegance and propriety. And five, treat my future husband with the upmost respect and to become a great queen and wife." Loki recited perfectly, pleased that his father actually smiled.

"Good, good. There is one more thing, however," he said as they stopped at the doors of the throne room. "This rule is the most important of all."

"What is it?" the younger of the two asked, curiosity eating its way into his stomach. Laufey leaned over and looked the young frost giant in similar green eyes.

"Never. I repeat Never, show Asgard your Jotun form. These people will reject you and throw you out if you show such a monstrosity. Always keep your glamour. Always, Loki." he whispered, his eyes flashing red before melting back to the vivid green. Loki's eyes widened, but he nodded quickly. He dreaded being rejected from his soon to be home and would do anything to stay.

"I would never dream of it, Laufey." he breathed, the promise evident in his voice. The king of Jotunheim nodded, satisfied with the answer. He stood up straight and took the young boy's hand as the doors to the throne room opened.

"Come then, child." the older Jotun ordered and walked gracefully into the lavish room. Loki looked around, bewildered at the beauty of such a room. The carpet under his now covered feet felt foreign yet exciting to him. So many small detailed enthralled the child as they made their way towards the throne. The group walked by many Asgardians, all of them curious to whom they might be. Loki gave each a sheepish smile, but gasped as his father yanked him to stop.

"Laufey. What a surprise," a voice, not as low as the Jotun king sounded off. Loki's gaze drifted up to land on a bearded man who was beginning to rise off of his throne. "If you would have warned me of your coming, I am sure we would have cleaned up better." the king –most likely- spoke.

"Today is a day as good as any." Loki's father answered and kneeled. Loki quickly followed, his left knee hitting the soft plush of the red carpet.

"No need to kneel. Up, up," the bearded male smiled and walked down the steps. The man stopped in front of Loki and leaned over like Heimdall had not minutes before. "You must be Loki Laufeyson. Welcome to Asgard, child." he said, the smile never ceasing. Loki smiled uneasily as his father forced him to stand, letting go of his hand afterwards.

"Thank you. It is a beautiful realm." he replied as politely as possible. The Aesir seemed pleased at this and placed to hands on the child's shoulders.

"It is. However, I have not introduced myself," the man smiled softly. "My name is Odin and I am king of Asgard." he greeted, causing Loki to smile more.

"It is a honour." to this, Odin laughed full-heartedly.

"You have a polite son, Laufey," the oldest of them amended, standing up straight once again. He was about half of the Jotun king's height, but possessed more muscle.

"I have raised him to the manners of Asgard." the other man replied. Odin exchanged glances with the bigger of them and looked around.

"Where is Thor?" the king of Asgard asked one of the many servants. The redheaded girl walked over and spoke to Odin before leaving the hall quickly. "I suppose I should introduce you to my son."

"Son?" Loki asked. "My future husband?" to this, Odin looked at Laufey carefully before returning his gaze on Loki.

"Yes. I suppose your father told you most of it," the king of Asgard answered. "Thor is my only son and the future king of this realm. You will be his queen, forming a permanent peace treaty between Jotunheim and Asgard. I have full faith in the both of you." the bearded man preached, causing Loki's pride to swell. The king of Asgard said he had faith in him. Something that his own father had neglected to say. The other king frowned at his child's awed expression. While he didn't care about the runt Jotun, he cared very much about Odin's kindness. The one reason such a display was happening before him was because Asgard had been the winner of the last war. He stayed silent however, for the child was almost out of his hands. The king of Jotunheim had little to no intention on keeping peace with such a disgusting realm. It was merely a way to get his first born out of the way for his superior children to take over, the ones that did learn the hatred. The carnal desire to take down the glorious realm of Asgard. He shook himself of his thoughts as the redheaded servant entered the hall with a beautiful woman, hair golden and face brightened with a smile. Walking next to her hand was a preteen, older than Loki by a century or so. The boy had golden hair that fell to his shoulders, much shorter than Loki's. Blue eyes held excitement, the same happiness of who appeared to be his mother. They stopped a few feet across from the group, the two youngest automatically locking eye contact.

"This must be Loki!" the woman, Frigga, cooed. "Welcome to Asgard! You sweet child." to this, Loki blushed and twiddled his thumbs.

"Thank you," he smiled and gave a small bow. "You must be Frigga, goddess of marriage. It truly is an honour to meet such a beautiful lady."

"You are such a polite child." she thanked and looked at her son, who's gaze was set on the younger boy.

"You are Loki?" the blond male asked finally, earning the eyes from everyone in the room. The dark haired boy nodded slightly as Thor took a step towards him. "You are male though. How will you be queen?" he asked, not hatred but curiosity in his voice.

"Young Aesir," Laufey interrupted, becoming bored of this. "My son is fully capable of being a daughter as well. We have no technical gender and can present ourselves as any. We have a default gender but it is loose and can be changed at any time." the king of Jotunheim explained. Thor looked at the older frost giant in shock, then at Loki.

"Is that true?" he asked, his stare beguiling the strange creature in front of him. When Loki nodded, Thor beamed. "That is amazing! What a queer concept!" he laughed, a sound so pleasing to Loki it caused butterflies to flutter in his stomach.

"Show him, Loki." Laufey grunted. The child looked at his father and nodded before looking back at Thor. He closed his eyes as his skin began to shimmer and turn transparent. As soon as it did completely, the colour came back, but instead of a boy, Loki had become a small female Asgardian, her hair still halfway down her back.

"Wow." Frigga gaped, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. Odin smiled slightly and looked at his son, whose eyes were the size of dining plates.

"That is the most amazing thing I have ever seen!" Thor exclaimed, clapping his hands together. He kneeled before Loki and smiled up at him. "You are so exotic. It is a pleasure to finally meet you!"

"Thank you." Loki blushed and stared intently as Thor took the Jotun's left hand, bringing his left hand to his lip and giving it a chaste kiss. Finally, after many years, he felt whole.

He felt loved.


Yup, new story. It is alternate Thor and such, so no Avengers this time. Won't be AS long as Seven Devils, but I just might have a thing for a little Jotun!Loki. Reviews are always a pleasure. Also, the story picture is NOT mine. Full credit to So inlove with this blog it's crazy.