The Jotun were the dirt that Thor wished to wipe off the bottom of his heels. He wanted nothing to do with them and had no quarrel with disrespecting them. They have no place in Asgard. He remembers his father telling his mother crossly as they sat down at the dinner table. They will be given no rights and they will be confined. I will not have a social uprising on my hands. To which Frigga had retorted something about free and just people. Thor had paid little attention to the newly arrived giants when he was young but as he grew older they become more and more bluntly obvious. After the war, the lower end was formed. The lower west town had become the giant's district. They lived there, in Asgardian form from powerful magic. It was formed of the giants who were put on Asgard to ease the tensions between the two warring planets. But no the less it only seemed to cause more tensions between the races. Now, almost fifty years after the treaty was formed, the giant's once small population had grown. But the poverty of the west town had not improved. All Thor now heard about the west town was drugs and parties, gangs and fighting. From what he could conclude it wasn't the loveliest place to be. The civilians of the nearby towns and the giants began mixing. Which only lead to cause more fighting.

For the lives of the many the court was formed. Four Asgardians and four Frost Giants would sit in one room in respect of one and other. The Asgardians would welcome the giants, and the giants would hide their true form with magic. The raging fighting between the Frost Giant west end and the nearby cities required it. Hence Thor sat in his seat, hunched over the wooden table that the four Asgardians where seated at facing the center of the room. On his left sat Geirr, the longtime royal forger of weapons and on his right sat his mother, Queen Frigga. Next to her sat the magic advisor, Dalla, an elegant and beautiful woman.

The court room was stunning. Intricate designs of treaties and pacts of wars carved in the pillars that surrounded the center of the room. The light streaming in from the skylight on the ceiling reflected off the patterns and the wood giving the side of the room Thor sat on a kind of golden feel. One the other side the shadows cast over the patterns, covering and showing their beauty in a twisted way. Frost curled around one of the pillars due to the giant's prolonged seat close to it. The ambassadors of the other race looked nothing of the horrid true form Thor's father spoke of.

He had heard somewhere that that if you trick a frost giant into turning around thrice and looking you in the eyes you can catch a glimpse of their true form. But the chances of tricking a frost giant or having the nerve to approach one were stretched rather thin. No Asgardian has seen the frost giant's true form for over fifty years. And the way the giant ambassadors where going about it was doubtful anyone would for another one hundred years.

Thor blinked blankly at the giants across the hall from him as he pondered thoughts of what they truly looked like. In their current form it would be hard to distinguish them from an Asgardian citizen if it weren't for the outrageous way they choose to dress. Slivers and blues and blacks draped across their fair skin, opposite to the golds, yellows and reds that curled around Thor's built form.

"Thor!" His mother pinched his arm causing him to wince and glare towards her, "You're staring," She whispered the correction to him, motioning towards the giants. He murmured an apology bringing his eyes back towards the center of attention. An Asgardian man was standing in the middle of the floor, surrounded by the raised seats of his superiors. On one side of the hall sat Asgardians, on the other, Jotun giants. The man was waving his hands around crazily, exclaiming about disrespect and honor and what was this case again? Thor moaned quietly and leaned back in his seat, causing it to squeak across the polished floor. Frigga sent him another warning glance. He grimaced looking to the man in absent boredom. As he tried to listen to the man's ranting he found himself looking back to the frost giants. He knew their names, from left to right sat Surt, large and broad shouldered with a black beard. Thor remembers tails he had heard about Surt's strength and his fighting power but thankfully he had never seen it in action. Next sat Helblindi, oldest son of Layfey, lean and tall and completely right in the head. Some might say that in his Asgardian form he could be considered attractive but Thor couldn't help but curl his lip at Helbindi's strong opinions and bitter words. After his sat Thokk, quiet and medium sized rumored to have a quick tongue and a quick fighting arm to go with it. Thor had yet to hear him talk, so he was unable to prove or disprove the rumors. Last sat the oldest of the giants, Hymir, and all Thor could conclude to him that he coughed a lot and attempted to blurt out rebuttals only to be possessed by yet another coughing fit.

"Thor, do you have a word to say on this matter?" Helbindi's smooth voice snapped Thor out of his trance as he looked quickly at the smirking giant. His face must have given his lack of attention away as his mouth gaped open attempting to find words. Helbindi's face cracked with a knowing grin, "Not paying attention again my friend?" The other giants chuckled and Thor could feel the embarrassment creeping up the back of his neck along with the glare burning into his head from Frigga.

"I don't believe I do," Thor finally managed to spit out; a frown settling on his face at the grin Helblindi was giving him.

"In that case I ask to suspend this case to a later date," Helblindi stated, turning his gaze to Frigga who smiled pleasantly, hiding his disappointment in her son.

"That sounds reasonable," She answered. The man in the middle of the room frowned bitterly before turning in his heel and stalking out of the room, seemingly annoyed that his puny case did not earn him anything. Frigga stood, curtseying and bowing her head to the giants in silent respect. Thor stood too, nodding to the giants. She took Thor's arm in one hand and her skirts in the other as they descended the steps to the floor. Each step she took blossomed with elegance that Thor could not help by admire from his mother. The giants met them at the floor where hands where shook. Thor gripped Helbindi's cold hand tightly as they faced each other.

Helbindi's smirk split his face as they looked at each other, "It would do you good to pay attention son of Odin," Thor whipped his hand back to his side, his skin burning slightly from the chill of Helbindi's hand. Thor's frown deepened, as he opened his mouth to snap back a reply he was interrupted by the oldest of the four giants, Hymir.

"My lady Queen-" The giant was consumed by a coughing fit. Frigga stepped closer to the giant, who stood rather small compared to the other giants. Even in Asgardian form they managed to stand a half a foot taller than Thor. But Frigga showed no fear of the taller beasts. She stepped up to Hymir, placing a small hand on his arm.

"Yes?" She answered quietly.

"I have an announcement but wish to speak to you of such matters." Hymir finally managed to rasp after rounds of coughing. "None know of it but me," Thor looked towards Helblindi who still stood near him. His face showed the disappointment at not being told of such secrets. The twisted anger and disappointment on the giant's face brought a joy to Thor's heart. Everything about Helblindi crept on his nerves. Hymir turned to look at the others, his kin and foes alike. "Alone," Thor's eyes shot to his mother who nodded to him silently.

I will be alright. Leave us.

He heard it through her magic. With a flourish of a red cape Thor walked off towards the doors, his boots hitting the floor with a thump with every step he took. He pushed open the door, not bothering to say his good byes or hold the door for the giants that followed him. He heard Helbindi's disapproving grunt as he caught the door with his hands, but did not care to turn back.

As Thor sauntered into the room, they fell quiet. He was met with the glares of his mother and the chuckles of the frost giants. He muttered a quiet apology and nodded towards the giant in disguise in the middle of the room. Thor mounted the steps and climbed, sitting heavily down in his seat. Immediately his mother slapped his arm, to which he gave her a bored look, as if such minor forms of punishment impacted him now. Thor leant his elbows on the table, resting his head in his palm ready to endure another three hours of pure dullness.

That was when he noticed him.

Hymir was gone from his seat. In his place was Thokk. Odd Thor concluded, his eyebrows furrowing together in the middle of his forward. The seat between Helblindi and what used to be Hymir's was empty. Thor turned his head towards Frigga and as if she had anticipated the question that was due to come out of his mouth she answered.

"A new ambassador is due sometime during this meeting," She whispered quietly, "They said he was running late," Frigga added before she brought her attention back to the center of the meeting. Thor scoffed and sat up straight in his seat, folding his arms over his chest. A new Jotun was little for him to be excited about. In fact, Thor hadn't minded Hymir, unlike the others he never voiced his outrageous thoughts if he had any. Granted it could have been due to the fact that he cut himself off with a coughing fit every time he attempted to say anything. But none the less, Thor hadn't minded him. And if the new ambassador was anything like Helblindi he might be forced to vouch to leave the court. Thus he sat through another boring court, daydreaming and not speaking a word.

Once they had all stood and bowed to one and other they descended down the steps once more, his mother once again on his arm. And, as the norm, they met in the middle of the floor and shook hands. Helblindi immediately began exclaiming fake apologies.

"I'm horribly sorry he must have been running much later then we thought," Helblindi took Frigga's hand on both of his, towering over her slender frame. Thor bristled, "I'm sure he will be here tomorrow, oh there must have been some kind of delay!" Helblindi's fake kindness towards the Queen of Asgard churned up Thor's stomach as he watched.

"It's quite alright!" Frigga exclaimed, smiling up at the giant. She would never fail to show kindness towards the Jotun for as long as she lived. Thor respected her and hated her for it. At that moment the large oak door squeaked open, and a slender form stepped inside.

"So sorry, how much did I miss?" Thor's head whipped around at that voice. In front of the door stood a Jotun, clad in black armor and gold wrist bands. Boots up to his knees and hair pushed back. Helblindi dropped Frigga's arm and smiled, approaching the newly arrived giant. But as he got closer Thor realized how much of a giant this man wasn't. He was smaller, much smaller. Couldn't have been much shorter then Thor. Thor racks his brain for where he has seen this giant before.

"Loki! Brother!" Helblindi exclaims, wrapping a sturdy arm around the shorter giant's shoulders and leading him to the group of both giants and Asgardians alike. Thor narrowed his eyes and watched the giants. He knows he has seen him before; he just can't quite put his finger on it. Loki breaks free of Helblindi's grip and bows before the Queen. A sign of respect Thor least expected from a giant. And as Loki greets and introduces himself to all the members of the court Thor cannot help but scramble for where he has seen him before. Loki grips his forearm when he comes to greet Thor, to which Thor holds his arm in return. His skin is cold, pleasantly cold against Thor's warm hands.

"Thor Odinson, I have heard much about you," Loki's voice weaves lies of trust and security, but Thor remains stiff and uneasy. He cannot remember where he has seen him before. Forcing himself to not stare he nods, and Loki drops his arm. Helblindi calls him back over to which Loki retreats back into his brother's knowing arm.

"Come now, brother, it is time I showed you the glory of Asgard," Helblindi chuckles, showing Loki to the door, Thokk and Surt following in Layfey's two son's wake. Thor stands and watches as the door closes and his mother approaches him.

"I do not trust him," Thor states gruffly. Frigga looks at him with disappointment.

"You have just met him Thor,"

"I'm aware," He mutters, "But something doesn't seem right about him. It would due us good to be weary of him." Frigga nods before she walks from the room with the two other beside her. Thor is left standing in the middle of the court room, watching as the door closes yet again, his mind whirling and desperate to put a label to the nagging feeling about Loki that sits in the back of his mind. But in the hours in which he paces around the court room, the only sound being the click of his boots, he cannot find as answer to the thoughts.