Loki flings open his wardrobe and pilfers through everything. He loves these clothes. They are tailored to perfection. After an hour of playing dress up he settles on a pair of black leather pants and a green tunic with gold embroidering. He grabs his throwing daggers, the ones Odin pointed out from the day before and places them in their hiding spots all over his body. A knock on his door comes as he finishes pulling his boots on.
"Enter." He answers. Thor walks in with a stance that fills the entire doorway with his massive body.
"Are you ready to go sparring brother?" Thor asks with a warm and genuine smile. Loki assesses him. Thor strikes him as an honest man with poor skills of deception, though time will tell if his assessment is correct. Loki smiles politely back.
"Yes I am ready. Lead the way if you would." Loki gestures. He lays his hand on Thor's forearm in the same manner he did with Frigga. Thor is a little surprised by the intimate gesture but accepts it anyway. As they walk together Loki keeps thinking on the word 'brother'. Thor engages Loki in conversation asking him if he remembers this or that as they pass things on the way to their destination. Loki confesses he does not. He can tell that Thor feels true affection for him. It troubles him.
Loki can feel Thor's strong bicep press against his own, making him feel a tingling sensation that no one would describe as brotherly love. Loki swallows hard and tries to think of other things. When they reach the training grounds, Sif and the Warriors Three are there to greet them.
"Loki! My friend! You look well despite your brush with a monstrous Jotunn assassin. How are you fairing?" Fandral asks with exuberance. Loki quirks his eyebrows at him. Who the hell is this guy?
"As well as can be expected I suppose." Loki answers. Monstrous Jotunn?
"Good, because if you don't remember us now, you will by the end of the day, even if we have to beat the memories back into you." Volstagg announces in a good natures fashion. Loki's eyes go a little wide. These people really like violence.
"Not yet Volstagg, you still need to best me in a match first." Thor challenges. The two men square off as Holguin, Fandral, Sif, and Loki watch them with rapt attention. The two beast-like men remind Loki of two rhinos butting heads. The bulky weight of flesh and muscle battling in the bright sun is a true spectacle. Loki cannot help but admire the view.
Sif and Fandral go next and it warms his little Jotunn heart when the lady trounces the man resolutely. Holguin and Loki go next. The two men are agile and well matched. Loki whips out his daggers from all manner of sheaths hidden on his person and hurls them soundly at his opponent. Holguin is stunned by Loki's change in fighting style. He's more direct and aggressive. Loki usually deploys a great deal of deception, to include magic to beat his opponent, which others always denigrate as cheating. Holguin adjusts his moves to compensate and before long he is exploiting Loki's weaknesses. Holguin hurls what would be a killing blow at Loki and finally the magic comes out, turning the sword into a large limp flower.
The match comes to a screeching halt. "Boo!" Fandral cries. "Already whipping out the woman's magic. You're still you in there." He continues.
"What kind of an ergi defense was that? A flower?" Thor chuckles and laughs in good natured humor. Only Loki is not laughing. Loki frowns at the impudent man. Woman's magic? Monstrous Jotunn? Ergi? Loki marches over to Thor and slaps him in the face.
"And what is wrong with me wielding WOMAN'S MAGIC? I do have a cunt after all. You act like I should be ashamed of it!" Loki says with serious anger. Everyone stares at him with their mouths agape.
ALL JOTUNNS HAVE A PENIS AND A VAGINA
LOKI IS A JOTUNN
THEREFORE, LOKI HAS A VAGINA!
It is a basic math problem none of them had bothered to perform inside of their own heads. Realization dawns on them and they all look down at his crotch in unison.
"I….I'm sorry Loki. I meant no offense." Thor says quietly.
"What am I to you BROTHER? A monstrous magic wielding ergi Jotunn? Is your of opinion of me so low? It has become clear to me why I have chosen to block you out! All of you!" Loki shouts at them before turning on his heel and leaving the area. The group stares after him in dumbfounded shock. Loki would never have divulged such a secret so openly before. Though in truth it was only a matter of time they put two and two together, but still. Hearing Loki confess it so boldly and without shame was surprising. Loki is usually too prideful and vain to admit to anything might be interpreted as a defect or flaw. This new Loki has too much pride to be anything other than himself.
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Loki spends the rest of the day in his room avoiding the people around him. The more he gets to know them the less he likes them. Except for Frigga, his 'mother'. He likes her. She looks on him with nothing but doting affection. Loki resolves to spend more time with her. For several days Loki rummages through his things hoping to remember something of his former life. The people at the arena with Thor were supposedly his friends but Loki did not feel comradery with them. He did not even feel comradery with that man that is supposed to be his brother. In fact the only Loki as felt for the man since waking is lust.
Loki goes through his closet again. All the clothing is very masculine. Everything is designed to make him look broader and more muscular than he really is. Loki can't help but wonder if he was secretly ashamed of his body in his old life. All the other men in this place are certainly bigger than he. Loki looks in the mirror and decides he likes what he sees very much. Although now that he thinks about it, he wishes his hair was longer. A little chant and a flick of the wrist and Loki's hair is waist length. Much better. He also decides before going to breakfast this morning to change his outfit again.
This time he opts for a green robe ensemble. It has long sleeves that flare wider at the wrist and beautiful gold embroidery all over. It almost looks like a woman's gown. Had he large breasts it would resemble a gown. Rather than hiding how lithe and thin his frame is, the robe emphasizes it. He looks graceful. Loki goes out to his balcony and plucks a rose from off the rose bush and tucks it behind his ear. There. He looks stunning.
It is still very early when Loki walks towards the feasting hall. He decides to take a detour to the garden first to see if Frigga is there. She is. She is also accompanied by a couple of noble women. One is cradling a newborn in her arms and the other is very pregnant. She could pop at any moment. Frigga gazes at the babe with a longing expression. She really wants grandchildren. Loki approaches them and wishes them all a good morning.
He can tell by the look on their faces they are a little surprised by his choice in clothing this morning, but if any of them are thinking any negative thoughts they hide it well.
"Loki? How are you this morning my son?" Frigga asks warmly as she takes in her son's new appearance. He looks so effeminate. Frigga has no problem with this, but she knows Loki is about to have a very rough day. She worries for him.
Loki looks at Lady Svetland, who is round with child. "May I?" He asks as his palms hover over her large belly.
"Yes My Prince, Of course." She says with a smile. She guides his hand over her belly to a spot where the child is kicking. Loki laughs brightly at the feeling. Frigga sees longing in Loki's face and can't help but feel gleeful. Babies!
"What does it feel like?" Loki asks with curiosity.
"In moments like this it feels amazing. But it is also exhausting, uncomfortable, and I have to relieve myself far more often than is convenient. This will be my first child and I am a little scared too. But your mother has a way with comforting new mothers like myself." She explains.
The three women and Loki stand and converse about children and other womanly topics. Thor rounds the corner looking for Frigga to ask her something and spies what appears to be four women in the garden. There is a new courtier from what Thor can tell. He's never seen this woman before. Her back is to him. Her long black raven hair reaches clear to her very firm rear. There is a red rose tucked into her hair and her poise and statuesque body gives him pause. He stops and combs his fingers through his unruly blonde hair. He wants to make a good impression on the new lady.
He strolls up them and puts on his widest smile. "Good morning mother! Ladies!" Thor says brightly as he waits to see the face of the beautiful new maiden at court. His desire is plain on his face for his mother and the other two ladies to see. When Loki turns to greet him Thor's face falls with shock.
"Good morning Thor." Loki greets him flatly. Thor's eyes pop and he takes in Loki's full appearance, completely forgetting that there are other people present taking in his full range of emotion, and desire. Frigga clears her throat to get his attention.
"I…um…forgot something in my room. I'll see you at breakfast." Thor mumbles then flees like a coward. None of the women speak for a moment. The silence is awkward.
"Well, I guess it is time to head to breakfast." Frigga announces as she tries to conceal her excitement. Her weaving of late had been rather confusing for her until this moment. Every time she looked at the threads to interpret her family's future it kept telling her that grandchildren from both Loki and Thor were imminent but there was never a mention of who the mothers would be. She can't wait to tell Odin, just to see the look on her poor husband's face!