Several knocks came from the other side of the door. "Thor?" Sif asked from the other side. "I can hear your voice. Can I come in?
"No!"
A sigh could be heard. "I just want my spear back."
"I will give it back to you later!"
"You said that two weeks ago!"
"I promise!"
"You said that five days ago! Besides, I need it! My training won't continue unless I have it!"
"Can you wait a couple of hours?"
"A couple of hours?" Sif echoed loudly. "No! I need it now and I am not leaving until I have it!"
Loki and Thor stared at the door with utter horror. Loki slowly tapped his brother on the arm and motioned him to lean his head closer. Thor leaned his head closer to Loki and the darker haired boy began to whisper instructions. Thor nodded and walked over to the door. Loki placed his palms toward the ceiling and motioned the blonde to lift himself slightly. Thor straightened up and looked at the darker haired boy with question. Loki leaned back a bit and examined the situation for a bit. With one solemn nod from his younger brother, Thor thrust his elbow against the door.
"Ow!" Sif shrieked.
There were several moments of silence before Thor eventually asked, "Of course she would be here when we least needed it."
Loki rolled his eyes, "Of course you are to blame for her need to find us."
"My memory could be better." Thor mumbled admittedly.
"I would have never guessed." Loki smiled sweetly. A shimmering object resting peacefully in one of the cracked open drawers caught Loki's attention. A devilish smile crept onto his face. "You forgot something."
"Forgot what?" Thor asked. Loki placed a razor firmly in his brother's hands. Thor held the razor up and examined it. "What is this for?"
"You need to shave your beard."
"No."
"Yes."
"I was only recently able to grow this beard! If I were to shave it, all my efforts will have been for nothing!" Thor hissed.
"Yes, yes. Of course." Loki nodded understandingly. "Because not only has Freya lost her cleavage within the several days Thrym departed, but she has also managed to grow a beard as well."
"Why did you have me bring that veil if I must shave my beard?" Thor whined.
"Because we must make precautions if anything were to go awry." Loki growled.
"I don't see you making these same precautions." Thor glared.
"I don't have to." Loki smirked.
"I can hear you two talking!" Sif shouted. "Let me in!"
"Leave us!" Thor shouted. "We are busy!"
"How are you two busy?" Sif demanded.
The two young men looked at each other with uncertainty. Neither knew the appropriate response. After several seconds of silence, they heard Sif growl in frustration. "Never mind! You two are more than hopeless!" Both waited for the loud stomping to fade away in the distance and let out a sigh in unison.
"I'm glad she finally decided to leave." Thor said, shaking his head.
"I wouldn't count on her leaving." Loki said.
"What makes you say that?" Thor asked, "You heard her leave."
"Yes," Loki nodded, "but she has a tendency to pursue a task until it is completed and due to your sheer laziness, you have inherently given her a task. She'll more than likely return."
"This is true," Thor agreed, "Which now means that we are pressed for time to leave before she returns. You're already dressed and your additional ideas would take too much time. It would be wise if we skipped those steps altogether."
"Only if you want to be exposed for the fraud you are," Loki shrugged.
Thor's eyes narrowed. "You're enjoying this far too much."
Loki tilted his head in his brother's direction and blinked. "What would make you say that, Brother?"
"You are forcing me to take measures that are far too degrading for any kind of man, much less a prince. The only plausible explanation for such actions is that you're enjoying the torture you're putting me through."
"Are you calling me a sadist?"
"Depends on the amount of honesty you want from the answer."
"Ready yourself quickly, Brother." Loki growled, pointing at the bathroom. "We need to leave before Sif decides to return. She's the last person we want to find out what we're doing."
Thor sighed and slowly drug his feet over to the bathroom.
"Quickly does not translate into 'snail's pace', Brother." Loki said.
Thor stood at the bathroom door. "You are truly a horrible person, Brother." The blond said as he closed the door behind him.
Loki turned over every inch of Thor's room until he found Sif's spear. He quickly walked over to the door and dropped the spear on the other side. He then waited by pacing around the room. Eventually, his legs had gotten tired and he sat next to the bathroom. The process proved to be quite interesting considering he had never attempted to sit down in a dress before. Loki wasn't sure what to do with all of the cloth. He tried pulling all of it to one side and another, but not much was proving to be efficient. Once he had figured out the most comfortable solution, Loki simply gazed out of the window until that had bored him as well. He turned his head to the bathroom door and said rather loudly, "Are you still alive, Brother? Or must I come in there and do everything for you?"
After several moments of silence, Loki stood, taking extra care to not trip over his dress in the process. Loki gave three taps to the door. "Thor?"
"Strange that I've never seen someone such as yourself around the palace more often."
Loki's face drained of all color. He didn't need to turn to see who it was, in fact, not turning around was the wiser idea. The voice belonged to Fandral and there was no mistaking that. He heard the blond step into the room through the window. "Are you shy? Well, you needn't worry. I don't bite. You can completely trust me."
That he seriously doubted and Loki had to bite down on his lower lip rather hard to suppress the urge on expressing this thought. Fandral closed the distance between them and wrapped his arm around Loki's stomach.
Loki stiffened when Fandral started to talk again, his voice buried in Loki's neck. "Why don't you come with me for the afternoon? You seem like the kind of person who should take some time to relax and if anyone cares to ask, I will explain everything."
Loki debated his next course of action. He half-wanted to turn around and scold Fandral, but he thought better of that idea. It would have been better just to knock him unconscious and throw him out of the window, hoping the concussion would force him to lose his memory. Better yet, he kill Fandral and dispose of the body in some portion of the forest, far away from the palace. The last idea was most likely the simplest. Loki didn't have much of a chance to finish his mental debate as he saw the door swing open and Thor quickly turn to his direction with an arm strapped over his chest in a failed attempt to cover the cloth dangling from his chest. "Loki, I need-" Thor stopped midsentence as his eyes grew the size of saucers and his mouth dropped to the ground. Fandral spun Loki around and gazed horrifyingly at both boys, his eyes equally as wide as Thor's.
"What is the meaning of this?" Fandral asked.
"That is none of your business." Loki growled, his face gradually turning a light shade of pink. "Now, if have any decency or common sense, it would be in your best interest to move your hands."
Fandral's face deepened in color and his hands quickly flew to his side. "How was I to know that it was you and not some lovely young maiden?"
Loki shot a horrible glare at Fandral.
"…being dressed the way you are, of course." Fadral added quickly.
Loki made a mental note to conceive a horrible fate for the unsuspecting blonde.
Fandral visibly shuttered, "To think that I was about to take you to lunch!"
"No."
"Of course I'm not taking you now!" Fandral snapped. "Especially now that I know you're a man."
Loki crossed his arms. "I always have been a man."
"Yes," Fandral said as he waived his hand, "but I never expected this out of either of you. You surprised me the most, Thor…what happened to your beard?"
Thor looked over at Loki, his eyes narrowed. "You will be the first I kill once I have my hammer back."
"Is this some dark secret I've stumbled upon?" Fandral eventually asked.
"Yes," Thor said, cracking his knuckles. "And I will share with you what will happen if you are to utter a word of this to anyone."
"Now, Brother," Loki said, placing a pale hand on the blonde's shoulder, "There is no need to make this situation violent."
"Then how will he keep his mouth shut?"
"I have an idea." Loki grinned.
Fandral waved his hands, "Neither of you have to think of a punishment for me. I will never mention this discovery."
Loki and Thor glanced at each other, silently confirming their fears. "Then I consider it a good thing that we know you better than that." Loki finally said. "I believe that it would be wise to pull through with my idea first and if you are truly stupid enough to betray us afterwards, then Thor will be allowed to act upon his idea."
Fandral shifted uncomfortably. "May I at least know what it is that you have in store for me?"
A cruel smile split Loki's lips.
XD Yup. Still having fun with this. Anyway, I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up, but I'll try to get it up here soon.
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