Thor could only stare at Fandral and Loki, heads leaned towards the other, whispering and laughing together as though old friends, as though... new lovers. It hurt. It hurt more than it should have, at this point.

The curse had dulled many of his senses, taking away the full force of his feelings towards his brother, quelling them and sealing them away. But Thor still felt it, he felt that accursed burn of jealousy and hatred towards that damned red-headed bastard that thought himself worthy of courting the beautiful Loki. Oh, he was not nearly worthy, there was nothing great about him! He failed horribly as a warrior, he had a ridiculous mustache, he was constantly eyeing up Loki's rear... This Fandral was after nothing more than his brother's body.

No, he wants more... he wants Loki's power, his wants the status that comes with being his husband...

He couldn't let this happen.


Balder managed a raised brow at his younger brother's presence. The golden god stood expressionless in front of him, astonishingly away from Loki's side and amazingly conscious.

"Can... I... help you?" The brunette muttered as he stared at his tall brother.

Thor held out a rough drawing of Fandral, the colors and mustache what stood out and identified the man. Only... The picture had a large 'X' through it, done harshly against the poor paper.

"You..." Balder muttered, taking the picture gingerly. "Don't approve?" He looked to his brother, only to have the blond nod his head once. "Wow..." Balder was confused, if not a little hopeful at the prospect that Thor was actually doing something of his own will.

"And I should tell mother?" Another harsh nod. "Okay then! Awesome!" Balder clapped his hands happily, almost startling his younger brother. "Now let's go get Loki and tell him you just did something on your own!"


"Go away or I'll sick Thor on you," Loki hissed, glaring at Fandral through narrowed eyes. "Mother told me all about your games and trickery, it's disgusting."

"Oh, come o-"

"Thor!"

The tower of muscle was between the two in a matter of miliseconds, staring down at the other warrior with harsh, cruel eyes. Don't you dare touch my brother, don't come near him, don't think of him, don't you dare even imagine him in passing! You do not deserve to even breath the same air as him! It was as if Fandral could hear Thor's thoughts as his eyes widened before he darted away, terror on his heels.

"Come on, Thor," Loki murmured softly, taking his brothers hand. "Balder told me what you did. Maybe... maybe you can break the curse yourself? Maybe we'll be okay after all?" He smiled, touching Thor's cheek softly, chuckling as the stubble tickled his fingers. "Let's go."


Thor didn't really think about it. He wasn't exactly paying attention, just sort of floating something between awake and sleep. It was the others there, Loki, Balder, Sif, who all stopped and stared at what he was doing. They didn't speak, afraid that moment would be ruined, didn't move.

Loki only hummed in pleasure as Thor's fingers curled through his longer, black locks, massaging his scalp absentmindedly. Little things like these had begun happening as the weeks went by, as it seemed to be Thor gained more and more control without even realizing it.

Loki had missed this, so much it seemed like Valhalla had opened and given him a taste of its sweet honey. This was life, this was living. He needed this. It gave his heart something to look to, to reach for. Thor was breaking the curse, he was giving himself life again, he was breathing life into Loki's dying heart without knowing.


The kiss had been unexpected, to say the least. As were the strong arms around him, the hot breath against his skin, and...

"Loki, I adore you, I love you, you're all I see, all I know, you're my world, my everything. I love you, I love you, I love you."

Loki was crying, sobbing, quite loudly, as he clung to Thor tightly, the man dressed in light tunics and trousers, smile breaking wide across chapped lips, arms tightly holding onto the slender Jotun, picking him up as laughter bellowed harshly from unused vocal cords.

Running could be heard if you listened hard enough, and Loki's chamber doors burst open to reveal the rest of the Odinson family, stunned into stillness at the sight of their sons kissing harshly and lovingly.

"Thor!" Frigga sobbed in happiness, covering her mouth as laughter bubbled up.

"Holy crap..." Balder muttered, only to be hit harshly over the head by his father.

If you looked at Odin, a small smile could be made out on his old, bearded face, tears glittering in still-young eyes.

Thor held Loki just bellow his buttocks, leaving the other to lean over him, cupping his lightly stubble covered cheeks softly. Loki looked down at Thor with eyes of disbelief, almost not wanting to believe the god before him was curse-free. As if this was a cruel joke he would wake up to, only to see Thor once again emotionless in front of him.

"Oh, Thor..." Loki whispered, leaning forward to capture the blondes lips once again, this time the passion died down to a slow rhythm of healing calm, loving tenderness. It wasn't desperate, it was kind and sweet, as if they had all the time in the world. Which they did now. All the time in the world... "I love you, too."


A/N: I DID IT. I FINALLY FINISHED IT. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T. HAHAHAHA.