Pairing: Thor/Loki (duh)
Rating: T (for now, but will be M later)
Word Count: Don't know and don't care
Summary: During a war, Thor meets slave boy!Loki who's hurt and takes him to Asgard because he can't fix broken bones. After he's healed, he doesn't wanna take him back, so he keeps him in his room to try and hide him from Odin and…other peeps. Other stuff happens too. AU, Mpreg, umm…yuss.
Warnings: Um…craptastic descriptions because I'm better at dialogue?
Don't own Thor movie obviously. If I did…yeah, let's not go there.
Chapter 2: Asgard
The wind whistled in his ears and his eyes stung with tears. They approached what looked like a rapidly spinning doorway, and after passing the threshold, they entered a large gold room with a dome ceiling.
There was a pedestal at the center of the room, and standing upon it was a man even taller than Thor. The dark skin was a trait that Loki had never seen before, and the glowing golden eyes seemed to see into his very soul. He held a sword made of pure gold that reflected the room like a mirror.
"Thank you, Heimdall. You may return to your post," Thor said, guiding Loki towards the bridge.
"Yes, my prince," the man replied with a deep, flat tone of voice.
"Prince?" Loki mouthed.
Loki gasped when he exited the room and took his first steps onto the bridge. Before him were towering golden spires that looked like pipe organs. A flock of white doves flew above him towards clear blue cascading waterfalls. Various fruit trees were in full bloom, and the aroma of flowers was so strong it was almost suffocating.
He then looked down at the bridge. Its surface blinked up at him, and ripples pulsed from where his feet were positioned. Loki became nervous when he saw how long the bridge extended, and he had an aching feeling that he wouldn't be able to walk that far.
"Loki." The boy looked up at the blonde with wide eyes. Once he was sure he had his full attention, Thor continued. "You must believe me when I tell you that I will not allow any harm to come to you. Do you trust me?" Loki nodded slowly.
Thor wrapped his left arm around Loki's waist and held him close. The younger male wore a confused expression on his face when he saw Thor raise Mjolnir in front of him, then yelped when they lifted in the air and began flying across the bridge like a speeding bullet. Loki turned his face into Thor's chest to block the wind. All that could be heard was the wind whistling past his ears and Thor's cape flapping like a flag behind him.
Loki blinked when he realized they had finally touched solid ground. He turned his head away from the man next to him to see that they were standing on a large balcony that was adjacent to a vast room with white beds that lined the walls. Loki felt a hand lightly patting him on the back and he began walking into the room with slight hesitation.
As he walked further into the room, the feeling of nausea seemed to become stronger with every step. He flinched when he heard the clacking of high-heeled shoes enter the room and an elderly woman jolted to a stop when she saw them.
"Your Highness! Welcome back," she remarked, bowing only slightly because she was carrying a bundle of white blankets in her arms. "I was not expecting your return so soon."
"Neither was I," Thor replied with a chuckle before clearing his throat. "This is Loki. He wandered into our camp looking for food and has been severely wounded. Somehow."
"Your Highness, it was unwise to bring him to Asgard."
"I know that, but I do not have experience with mending broken bones! Please, can you help him?" She gave him an incredulous look. "He's harmless, I promise."
"Alright. But as soon as he is better, he must go."
"You have my word." The woman rolled her eyes and discarded the blankets on a nearby bed.
"Loki." The boy's eyes snapped to her face. "Would you remove your shirt for me, please?" He wordlessly did as he was told, and when the woman saw what had been hidden underneath, she brought her hand to her mouth. "Oh, you poor child."
"What is it?" Thor demanded.
"This is much worse than I had anticipated. Whoever did this to him…" She sighed. "They have no soul. Loki, I'm going to need you to remove the rest of your garments, I'm afraid."
Without hesitation, the boy stripped out of his pants and bunched them up in his hand with his shirt. Thor was somewhat shocked that he wasn't ashamed that every inch of his skin was visible to a room full of women-and one man. Then again, he did obey every order Thor gave him, despite how strenuous it was on his body. There was something wrong about all of this. Very wrong.
"Your Highness, we must ask you to leave the room. We will let you know when you can see him." Thor was about to protest, but she shot him a look that said she wouldn't take no for an answer. He sighed and nodded, knowing he couldn't win.
"Take care of him."
"Of course. We always do," she said with a smile. "Loki, if you'll lie down here," she said, gesturing to the nearest bed.
Loki got up on the bed as quickly as his sore body would allow him. He looked at Thor, who was standing in the doorway watching him, then fully lied down. The softness of the pillow did not calm his nerves.
The last thing Thor saw before he left the room was a group of Healers crowd around him and pin his arms and legs down. Then the elderly woman mouthed something to him and his eyes widened in pure horror. He looked like he was about to try and move, but she pressed her hands down on his ribs, none too gently, her hands glowing. He arched his back and let out a shriek of pain. The woman removed her hands, and Loki fell flat on the mattress. He was sobbing.
Thor couldn't watch anymore and left the room, closing the door behind him. He was going to be haunted by those fearful eyes, that voice, those tears. He now understood why they did not want him to stay. He would have tried to stop them from hurting Loki.
Thor had a feeling that this would be a lengthy process, so he decided to go to his chambers. His armor was beginning to feel quite uncomfortable. Upon entering, he saw that the room was not unoccupied.
"Mother," Thor said, sitting on the bed next to her and embracing her gently.
"Hello, Thor," Frigga replied with a smooth tone of voice.
"What are you doing in here?" Thor asked, pulling away and looking down at her.
"Waiting for you. I saw you on the Bifrost from my garden," she answered. "So who's your friend?"
"His name is Loki," Thor said, looking down at his lap. He did not see her swallow. "He snuck into the camp looking for food, and he is severely wounded. Someone has been abusing him and broke his ribs. I could do nothing for him, so I brought him to the Healers," he added with a sigh. "You aren't going to tell Father, are you?"
"No. I can see that you care for this boy. There is no need for you two to get into another one of your silly arguments and flood the village again." Thor laughed at this. "Well, I should let you go. I'm sure you would like to change out of that armor," she said, patting his breast plate gently.
"It's good to see you, Mother." She beamed at him before exiting the room and closing the door without making a sound.
Thor entered his closet, and after some deliberating, he finally decided on a red and gold tunic with black pants and black boots. He thought that going to the Healing Rooms would be pointless, because there was no chance in Hel that they would be done.
Instead, he went to visit Heimdall to inquire on his friends. The Gatekeeper informed him that all was well and that they were safe. Sif was still angry with him, Volstagg had eaten all of the fruit in his tent, and Fandral finished the mead. Thor was okay with this, because it hadn't all gone to waste.
He then asked about Loki. Heimdall told him that Loki lost consciousness a few minutes after he left because of all the pain that was being inflicted on his body. Thor was just grateful that he was no longer suffering. The Healers had closed up all of the open wounds and were now working on removing any scars and washing off the dirt and blood.
"So I will be able to see him soon?"
"Perhaps. But that is not my decision to make." Thor rolled his eyes.
"Thank you, Heimdall. I feel more at ease now." The man nodded in acknowledgment.
Thor was walking down the corridor towards the Healing Rooms when the door opened.
"Ah, just in time. I was about to send someone to go look for you," the Elder Healer spoke.
"You're finished? I can see him now?"
"Yes. But he is resting. Oh, that poor child."
"But he is alright, now?" Thor asked as he followed her inside.
"Physically, yes. We have healed every cut and scar on his body."
The pair stopped at Loki's bed and looked down at his sleeping form. The Healers had dressed him in a white silk robe that was almost the same color as his skin. His shoulder-length black hair fanned out on the pillow. The sheets were pulled up to his chest and his arms were crossed over his abdomen.
"No amount of healing arts can mend a heart as shattered as his."
"Thank you. You all have done well."
"We have done all we can. I now leave him in your care," she said with a bow before leaving the room.
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I guess I should reply here, because others may be curious as well. With regards to Imperial Dragon's question of whether or not Loki knows magic: no, he does not.
HOWEVER, there will be "references" or "connections" (whatever the word is) to Marvel/Trickster God!Loki in later chapters.
At this point in the story, he doesn't know where he comes from, and over time he will gradually pick up on things that may help him learn more about who he really is. It involves storylines from both Marvel comics and Norse mythology, just an FYI.