Author's Note: 'First person thoughts'
Emphasized
Truce
A Jotun - his skin blue-white as a frozen sky, sat on a snow drift, as a wind ruffled his long black-hair, he was unusually nervous this day. He lifted dark-red eyes from a snow barren rock as his father, Laufey, King of Jotunheim, approached.
Father's voice was deep and cold as the snow around them, "Arise, Loki. My son, it is time, we leave for Asgard."
Slowly, Loki rose and looked behind himself at the grand, gray-stone castle. 'I do not want to leave, but I must. Mother doesn't want us to go to war with the Asgardians and so I must, to live with this...Thor...and keep the truce between our realms alive. Thor - what a brutish sounding name. It wouldn't surprise me to find that he is as his name suggests.'
Reluctantly, he got up and walked with his father, it felt odd to wear long robes as his kind didn't need them; they preferred simple clothes or none at all. Still, to make a good impression on Odin Allfather, King of Asgard and father of Thor, he would wear the blue and white robes, as he took on the illusion of an Asgardian with skin darkened by a sun he'd never seen and eyes as green-emerald.
His father wore a simple kilt of dark-cloth and his arm-guards as they stopped on the edge of a precipice, none of their guard would accompany them. Though that did not make sense to him, seeing as both Father and himself would be out-numbered thousands to two incase of a disguised ambush.
A beam of white-light engulfed both Jotunar and when it faded they stood in a bright-golden chamber. 'Agh, how can they stand this wretched brightness ?' He resisted the urge to shield his eyes against the light, so different from the gray-clouds of home.
Tried to calm his racing heart as his vision cleared and he saw the giant figure of Odin - white-haired and beared, on the man's head was a golden winged-helmet part of which covered a missing eye, while he wore black and green robes and carried a tall spear.
Odin's wife, Frigga stood a bit behind the king in fitted gold-colored clothes; her long white-hair was bound in a spiralled bun out of the way. Frigga looked slightly surprised at his appearance, her gray-eyes darted past Odin and his eyes followed hers.
Beside Odin was a heavily muscled, tan-skinned, blond-haired and bearded man, with blue-eyes. He wore silver armour with dark-blue edges, over top of which was pinned a red-cloak. This could only be Thor and behind the Prince of Asgard stood tens of guards and thousands of Asgardian peasants.
'I wish that I could have convinced Father to take, at least, Skaoi with me.'
Skaoi was a female Jotun and of them, one of the largest and best warriors. Despite their difference in age, Skaoi and he had become quite a pair of sparring comrades. Perhaps, even friends one might say. The giantess being only barely shorter than Father would have blocked the chamber's warmth and light.
The sky outside was a mixture of dark-gold spiralled with white stars, clear-blue and deep-black. His gaze was blocked as Odin walked up the steps of the Bifrost towards them, the king of Asgard spread his tanned-hands wide.
"Today the truce between the realms of Asgard and Jotunheim is further strengthened as I, Odin Allfather welcome Loki Laufeyson, Prince of Jotunheim, to my realm. I wish you good health and peace, Laufey, as you return home."
Father responded with, "I am grateful to you, Allfather, for allowing this which has not happened before. If anything happens to put Loki in danger, know that I will return and end the threat to his life personally.", before subtly nodding to him, then he stepped forward.
It was Thor who stepped up to meet him and answered his father's threat with a brash smile, "Rest assured, O King of Jotunar, that with Thor Odinson standing beside him none will dare to harm Loki."
Thor's voice was deep, warm and joyful and it sent unusual shivers down his spine. The man put a hand out as he continued, "You will be safe here, Loki, now, come I will show you your chambers."
'Perhaps he's not as brutish as he looks.'
Slowly, he took Thor's hand and suddenly he was being pulled down the stairs. 'I stand corrected.' As he almost stumbled from the strength of Thor into the harsh light, he looked back over his shoulder. Father scowled briefly before he disappeared into the light of the Bifrost. Truly, now he was alone - a single Jotun surrounded by thousands of possible enemies.
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