Chapter one

The chance

In the pale moonlight which streamed through the magnificent window, two voices blended into a conversation, soft words spoken between their masters. In the dim lighting provided by the white golden moon which had begun to crest the city the deeper of the two voice's body had begun to be exposed. It was a man with fair skin covering a tall, lean frame. Though he was on the thin side there was no absence of muscles on his wiry body. He proved to be without clothing, lounging upon a luxurious bed, his physicality speaking of relaxation and carefree laze while his eyes, bright in the light, remained alert, staring into his companion's face.

The one lying beside the pale man was a woman, fair of skin also but with underlying warm tones. She spoke softly, her cerulean eyes staring back into the man's as she let him stroke her deep auburn hair. Her body was tall but filled with perfect curves… the very image of beauty.

"I do not wish for you to go through with this that you have told me." As the man spoke his lover ran a slender, porcelain hand through his raven locks, once neatly combed back only to now be disheveled from earlier passion. His sharp features showed a sincere gentleness as he looked into her beautiful orbs.

"I understand your hesitancy, however I fear there is no other way," she spoke, her voice not unlike the finest silk as the words floated to his ears. "It may be the only way I may keep seeing you..."

The man sighed, pinching the bridge of his angular nose. For a brief moment he closed his bright eyes, thinking over the possibilities. Unless they were to come forward after all this time... That would *not* be an option. This only left the proposition the woman in his arms spoke of.

"Fine. Know this in your heart though; I despise not being able to look into your true face."

His words brought a smile to her perfect lips, a mischievous gleam flashing within her eyes. "It is only temporary, my dear. It will allow me an easy access to your quarters without any suspicion."

"Indeed, but I prefer seeing your beauty uncompromised." He let a smirk grace his lips as he brought her body closer to his once more.

"Ah, my silver-tongued bedmate seeks to flatter me into showing myself to him, he who already knew my face since my very birth?"

"In return you flatter my person yet you do not answer my original query. Shall you?" He leaned down to ghost his lips along her brow, his cool breath feathering across her warm skin.

"If that is what you wish, my dear." There was a slight pause as her eyes became more violet in hue, making them a deeper color of blue akin to the color of the sea at sunset. Her hair became longer, the hue the same as if it were silk made from white gold. Her skin was the same, her bust slightly bigger.
"That is the face I wish to see beneath me." He smirked a bit more, letting his lips trail down her face towards her lips.

"Let us talk no more, rather show me what can be done with that silver tongue of yours once more..."

Loki opened his eyes to find himself amidst the small white cell he knew to be his home for eternity. He idly thought of the place of torture for the soul as described by mortals in Midgard. According to them, in a pit of flames your soul would abide, ridden with guilt and drowned in misery. He knew this to be false; Hell was surely this damned box.

His inner musings were interrupted as the unfamiliar sound of heavy foot fall upon the tile floor hit his ever sensitive ears. These were not the steps of a servant, meek, sniveling, taking the opportunity to torment the fallen prince. These belonged to a confident soul, one who had a purpose. Interested at this turn of events, Loki sat up a little straighter, turning his head to toss his overgrown hair over his shoulders. He decided when he eventually rid himself of this wallow he would cut these damned locks of his. Without even looking at his reflection he knew himself to look untidy, something of which he despised.

"Loki," an all too familiar voice resonated in Loki's perfect ears. He smirked slowly, the feeling of his lips being used after all this time strange to him. He slowly let his green gaze lift to meet the eyes of the man he once called his brother. Brother- that was a foreign word to him now. To think back to the time when he walked beside the ever so perfect son of Odin, fooled into thinking he was the same-no, equal to him, a time when he was normal…. A brand new wave of fury washed over him, making no manifestation in his features except for a brief flash of his eyes. "Brother, I know you can hear me."

"As usual Thor," Loki drawled, a tad surprised that the rasp he felt in his throat was over powered by his cool anger- so much so that he couldn't hear it in his voice, "you believe when you speak everyone will drop everything to listen to you." He chuckled, "and they called me egotistical."

"I have not come to mock you-"

"Then, pray, what have you come for?!" Loki hissed, his fury showing through momentarily, "and," he recovered just as quickly, "don't call me brother."

"Why not? You are my-"

"WE ARE NOT BROTHERS!" Loki shouted, his rage causing his skin to turn blue and his eyes red, revealing his true heritage. "LOOK AT ME! I AM THE MONSTER PARENTS TELL THEIR CHILDREN ABOUT! WE ARE NOT ANYTHING ALIKE!"

Thor listened in silence as his brother spent his rage in his cell. Once he was starting to calm, evident by the receding blue and his eyes returning to normal, Thor spoke once more, "I came not to argue of lineage and the past. Instead, I came to offer you a way out."

Loki narrowed his eyes before chuckling darkly, looking into his eyes, "a way out? Why? Aren't they worried I will go on a rampage against anything and kill innocent people?" He looked in his eyes, his laughter dying slowly, like the hope he had. "And what is this 'way out' you speak of?"

"Give up your magic as well the ability to lie and travel with me to Midgard." Thor crossed his arms over his chest, staring into his brother's damp eyes.

"And why would I do this just to accompany you to that realm? How would that benefit me, hm?"

"There's someone there who wishes to see you." Thor said cautiously.

"Who?"

"Her."