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Also: What meme are people talking about? I was not aware of a meme with this story on it...
When Loki awoke, he was on the floor. A very cold stone floor to be precise. He his head hurt like when he'd tried to take Slepnir for a ride on a dare from Thor, and he tried to pry his sore body off the frigid stone. He held his hand to his head to quell the thumping of his blood, and opened his eyes to find that he wasn't alone.
"Oh, hello." Loki said as he gathered his robes together and stared at the female captives that resided around him. Some were really close to him, other's sat in the far corner of what appeared to be a very ornate hall. He noted the guards that stood at each entrance- or exit if you viewed it that way.
"Hello…" One of the women quietly said. Loki recognized her as a hobgoblin girl. Taking another, more detailed, look around; Loki noticed that there were many females here. A few looked Asgardian (but may have been Valkyries) , some hobgoblins, elves, dwarves, fire demons, mermaids, and what appeared to be a harpy. Loki couldn't imagine what they were doing here…
But… what was he doing… where was here anyways?
Well… judging by the temperature, the only place in the nine realms that could freeze your ass to the ground was…
Oh no.
No no no.
Loki sprang up from the floor and ran to the closet thing he could recognize as a window, ignoring the jumpy movement by the guards around him as he did so. The landscape confirmed his fear. Ice covered every nook and cranny of the realm, leaving only a blue sheen to the mountains, trees and lakes. His heart caught in his chest as he tried to quell the fearful beating against his rib cage. He could feel anger rising quickly, but silenced it as he tried to assess what had happened and what to do next.
Thor and father had failed…
The memories of the previous night came back to him like a hammer to the skull.
The Frost Giants had managed to slip a few of their best by the magic barriers that shielded the castle and found their way into the underground chambers. They killed the few guards that were there by turning them into icy floor statues, and then broke the locks on the armory doors. Loki was alert the entire time, and had weighed his options. He thought about diving out the window and hiding under a dark brown shredded rucksack until the Frost Giants were gone. That plan failed when he saw their hoards passing the outer walls. So Loki, ever cunning, grabbed all the shredded materials from the armory hall and piled them on his hay stack. He then made a large nest in the middle, pushing the materials to and fro as he arranged the mangled mess into a big pile of fabrics. It didn't have to be perfect, it just needed to suffice enough to pass for materials for a Frost Giant. They were big, but the Frost Giants as a whole were not that intelligent. Which is also one of the reasons Loki never felt any kinship with them (and the fact that they had apparently left him to die as an infant!). Loki dove into the pile of crud, stinking and putrid with cold dampness, to escape the few Frost Giants that were bound to come in. The doors shattered apart as the massive brutes crashed through the door. Loki hunkered down in the straw, clutching his book tightly to his chest and shivered against his will. He hated feeling this kind of weakness, because he was a man and should have fought with the armies that defended the fortress as they spoke. The second prince of Asgard shouldn't have been hiding in the vaults like a whimpering puppy! His strength wasn't up to Thor's level, but he could still fight! And it was a matter of his body at stake, not Thor's.
Thor… the ever so perfect (blockheaded) prince of Asgard. The blonde buffoon was the reason that Loki felt so inferior to the rest of the family. Loki's magic was never enough for them. It never would be. Strength was the greatest weapon in battle, and therefore the only thing that mattered to a ruler. So the mischievous second prince of Asgard was a total loss in (most) of Asgard's eyes. Who needed a weakling prince who could only conjure up small spells to fool an enemy?
Unless Thor or Odin showed up in the next minute or so, he was screwed.
He felt the breath against his back as the Frost Giants came around and just sniffed. Loki tried his best not to do something stupid as one of the beasts picked up some of the material he'd thrown on himself. The brute only took the top part, and thankfully left Loki covered to their eyesight. He had to figure out which spell would suffice to roast these bastards. He needed to stay focused. Thor and Odin had failed to protect him, which was no real shock. They lacked Loki's intelligence, and wouldn't have guessed that the frost giants would have been this determined to get to him. It reminded him of the incident with the dwarves not long ago, when he had Mjolnir forged.
"He's here… I can just smell it…" One of them said. Loki tried his best to stay quiet as he felt a large, icy cold face come close to the straw pile. He was at a disadvantage to say the least. Loki held his breath and started concentrating on which fire spell would be best to use on these buffoons.
A large hand grabbed the entire pile and shook him. Loki gave a startled yelp as he was grabbed, kicking as much as he could as the large face of a Frost Giant came into sight.
Loki had never seen one of them before. They were huge. They were frightening. They looked like they could have killed him in a moment's notice if they wanted to. His resolve to destroy them perished quickly, dying like a burning feather with the realization of exactly how outmatched he was. His skin crawled with the feeling of ice edging its way towards his collar, freezing his flesh slowly.
But the fact that the one that was holding him in the palm of his fist was only shoved to the back of Loki's mind as the brute pressed his nose into the youngster's front. Loki, still trying to kick as much as he could while fumbling for a fire spell, only shut his eyes while he tried to push the larger beast's face away from his body.
"This is it…" The Frost Giant said as he started to turn around to leave. Loki thrashed as best he could, yelling and kicking with every bit of strength he had in him. He lashed out on a limb and bit the Frost Giant holding him, unable to form a spell with the bastard crushing his ribs in his grasp. The brute growled in annoyance and threw Loki against the hard stone towers in the main hall. Loki tried to remain conscious and grasped his book tucked into his robe as tightly as he could. He saw his vision darkening and fought it as much as he could, but could do nothing to stop the large feet headed towards him.
Loki tried to hold himself together as he went back to the wide eyed females, who now realized that Loki was frightened. They could also tell that, despite his rather feminine appearance, he was male.
"What are you doing here, child of Asgard?" As a singing mermaid voice reached his ears. He'd always had a soft spot for mermaids. Mostly because they were always kind to young children. Loki used to wander down to the shore with his brother to visit the sea life that dwelled there and they would always give Loki Sea Lilies. Loki smiled at the beautifully human face.
"I… guess for the same reason you are here…" Loki said, trying to contain his mixed feelings. He hadn't seen a mermaid since the brothers had hit puberty, and the mermaids lost all interest in them. The females were giving him a strange look.
"We… know why we are here… but you are a male. You should not be here for the same reasons as us…" An elf said as she pushed her hair behind her ear. Every woman in the room was looking at Loki like he'd grown a second head.
"I… was raised in Asgard. But I was born in Jotunheim. I have the same abilities as all Frost Giants… but hold no love for them. Haven't you tried to escape yet?" Loki said as he walked back over to the females and took a seat on a pillow. Some of the elves relaxed their shoulders, and the mermaid made her way over to his side to take his hand in hers. It was strange how simple acts like this could make someone relax so much.
"Of course we did, we aren't supposed to be here!" The Mermaid growled, leaning in to whisper to the Asgard prince.
"We've been captive here for days. Merida(*) tried to escape and get help, but they are stronger than we expected. No matter how many we destroy, four more come for each one that falls. We are waiting for the perfect window of opportunity." The elf woman explained. Loki was so stressed out by this information that he didn't notice the new arrivals in the chamber.
"That's so cute… little 'Loki' thinks he deserves a mermaid…" The Frost Giants chuckled as they entered the hall. Loki stiffened as he tried to keep them at a distance with a deathly glare. It didn't work, but Loki felt better just by imagining.
"You really think a runt like you could be anything worth a mermaid's kiss?" One of the brutes said as he approached the smaller male. Loki felt some semblance of anger rising in the back of his throat, but quelled it as his training kicked in. After all, Amora had told him many times before that anger was a pathway to violence, and violence was not acceptable in the halls of magic.
Loki, in his better beliefs, pretended not to hear the comment and just sat there, glaring a hole through the brutes as they stopped about 5 feet in front of him. Loki really did feel small against their size, they dwarfed him by a good 15 feet.
"What's the matter, runt? Cat got your tongue?" One of the brutes said as he stepped forward again. The females started to scoot in various directions, clearly fed up with the closeness of the larger males. Loki tried his best to stay still, since he needed to stay in control of his own senses. Odin had always taught the younger of the siblings… yeah… siblings… well. Loki was always the better of the two at holding his tongue in serious situations. Thor's solution was always to smash first, ask questions later.
"Awww… too bad, I guess we'll have to make you scream when we have the chance." The larger of two said as he reached down and stroked the side of the younger male's cheek. Loki felt the bile rising to the back of his throat as the frigid hand touched his slightly warmer flesh. Even though they were from the same race, Loki's skin was warmer than his biological brethren. And the smell these two emanated was that of rotting meat and stale mead. The odor alone disgusted Loki, who preferred lighter meats and fruit instead of the heavy, fatty meats and strong mead that his father and brother seemed to drain in a moment's time.
"Leave the boy be…" Growled the cold voice of Laufey. Loki's eyes shot up to meet the approaching 'king'. He was a monstrous as the childhood tales had spoken of. Loki actually felt his heart skip a beat in fear as the larger being approached. Frost Giants were massive, but Laufey was larger than most Frost Giants. And when he entered the room, every one of the guards bowed in respect. Loki started to shiver the closer he came, the mass of the king intimidating in and of itself, but managed to keep his mouth shut. Loki could have sworn the temperature dropped another ten degrees.
"Don't you two have a post or something to be at…" Laufey growled as he spoke to the two younger Giants. Both of the males took a swift leave as Laufey zeroed in on Loki. Laufey held out as arm to Loki, much like Odin would do when he was explaining something important to the boys when they were younger.
"Come with me, youngling." Laufey said to the smaller male. Loki forced himself to stand slowly and followed the arm's direction, allowing himself to be shepherded to the hallway. Fear and anxiety washed over his tiny frame in waves, and his spine felt like someone had taken a bat to his back. His muscles shivered and trembled as he tried to keep his skeleton straight, failing as he walked with the elder male. Every part of his body told him to run while he had the chance and take shelter in the wilderness after blasting his way through the guards. Given it was a silly idea when one analyzed the possibilities of him escaping, but one could try, right?
"So… Odin stole you from us year ago…" Laufey started. Loki felt a subtle anger rising in the back of his mind, but silenced it as they kept walking. He was afraid of Laufey for many reasons, as anyone would be next to the king of the Frost Giants. Keeping his eyes open for possible escape routes, Loki kept walking with the larger male while staying silent.
"You are very special…Loki." Laufey continued, the young prince's name sliding off his tongue like velvet off a nude body. Loki kept his shoulders stiff and square as he sized up his competition. Ok, all he had to do was save up his energy for one hellish blast of a fire spell, then grab a sword, and get the girls out of the ice palace while shooting fireballs whenever he could to fend off the hoards of giants that were sure to follow them once they started the escape. After all, these brutes were said to have the ability to crush one's body with one swing of a fist, so Loki wouldn't be much of a fight. That was Thor's specialty, and if he used up all his magic too soon, his fighting skills for hand to hand combat wouldn't get him far.
"No one will cause harm to you while you are here… you are too valuable…" Laufey soothed as he ran a hand over Loki's hair, barely brushing his cheek again. Loki visibly shivered in disgust as he felt the toughened skin of the elder male against his cheek. Loki was soft. He had soft skin, soft dark brown hair, and beautifully bright green eyes- all of which were very rare in Jotunheim. Loki followed the elder to a smaller room where a large bed was prepared. It kind of looked like a guest room, but Loki knew better. The Frost Giants had stolen him from Asgard, and now they wanted him to feel like he was perfectly welcomed there? What a messed up place…
"I won't have you with the… common variety… I want you where I can be sure you are untouched…" Laufey said as he came up behind Loki and rested his hands in the younger's hair. Loki wanted to run… or destroy… or scream… so badly…but chose not to. He stepped forward and thankfully away from Laufey's grip, taking a good, fake look around the room. He acted like he was interested in everything except Laufey, just because he wanted to be alone to think. Laufey stood there as he did so, making sure to take in every curve of the younger male's body… oh; they had such delectable bodies… which made the Sacred Night so much more pleasurable. Too bad Loki had been one of only 5 born to that generation… but they had a few others still lingering from the previous generations. They had survived the previous years. And now, they found the acts more easy to take and less painful to end. Even Laufey had to admit that the way the Frost Giants acted during the Sacred Night was deplorable. He was always surprised when a fourth of the breeders of their race managed to survive the initial night. After that hormone induced mob had their ways, they would occasionally follow up with another night if needed, but with far less intensity than the hallowed evening. (1)
"Why did you bring me here?" Loki demanded as he turned to face his fears. Laufey was a frightening figure, no doubt, but even Loki would stand with his shoulders back and his stomach steeled as he asked the simple question. Laufey gave a nauseating chuckle at the young male.
"You are special… and our kind… needs you…and your power…" Laufey said as he approached the prince. For a king of the Frost Giants, Laufey was unusually touchy this time. He kept reaching out to graze every portion of skin he could find… almost like a wolf courting a new mate. Or a serpent brushing along a potential endeavor, seeking it's warmth and approval when asking for a night.
"…What are you talking about…" Loki said as he tried to move back, only to be pressed back against a wall by the king. He could practically feel Laufey's lips moving just above his cheek bone, words slipping like slugs across his skin with every breathe.
"Because… you are a rare breeder… and you are meant to be here, Little Loki…" Laufey said as he pressed his front against the smaller male's body. Loki started to fidget and squirm as much as he could, pushing against Laufey's larger mass with feeble strength in comparison.
"Stop calling me little…" Loki said as he tried to escape the grasp of the larger being. Laufey chuckled again, his deep vibrations sending waves of sound through Loki's entire frame.
"But you are young… and you are very little, even for a breeder…" Laufey said as he inhaled the scent of the younger male's hair. Loki wanted to kick the monster in the balls and make a break for it, but he knew better. Doing so would probably just make the situation a thousand times worse. Breeders, in general, were smaller than their typical counterparts. But Loki was a very small breeder. So while the average populous males were trying to devise a way to get into Loki's group, Laufey had already reserved a special place for Loki at the feet of his throne. After all, such a valuable breeder wasn't going to go to waste on the masses. No, he would be with royalty when Laufey was done… even if he was a runt.
"Let… me… GO!" Loki yelled as he shoved the larger male off of his body and landed on the floor. Trying to catch his overheated breath, Loki grabbed his cloak and wrapped it around his front as he tried to cover his body. Laufey, gasping in lust filled spasms, took one good look at Loki, and then turned sharply and left, slamming and locking the heavy door behind him.
Loki, eyes burning in uneasiness and confusion, eventually pushed himself off the floor and went back over to the bed. He reached behind his back and pulled his magic book from it's ties on his belt, nicely hidden from his captors. He curled into the bed and shut his eyes.
Focus.
He needed to focus.
He needed to forget the noises of the hallway and the danger he was in.
He needed to prove he was no maiden in need of a shining, blonde hero wielding a sharp sword atop a goat-
A…goat?
Where… why was he thinking of Thor's stupid goats at a time like this?
With any luck, said moron would be there in no time to rescue him, take him back to Asgard, and be hailed as a hero for saving the small prince of Asgard.
Throwing open the thick cover of the book, Loki started to search for the highest level fire spell he could. He found it in the back, and started to speak the words…
The second the last syllable left his lips, the chamber let out a strange light, and Loki felt himself thrown backwards on the bed. His shoulder collided with the headboard, pain radiating from his skull as it made contact.
Not one to be bested by a magic prevention spell, Loki shoved himself back off the cushioned surface to try again.
His fingers glowed with bright purple magic this time, indicating a powerful blast spell.
And just like before, there was an explosion when his spell hit the door, deflecting off the enchanted wood and crashing through the room, effectively destroying everything in its path. Loki stood among the mess, slightly irritated when he heard the heavy, tromping footsteps of the Jotenheim king.
The door slammed open to Laufey and his guards. Laufey, taking a good eyeing of the room, saw Loki glaring at him from the center of the floor. Relaxing his shoulders, Laufey approached the younger male and grabbed him by his arm. Loki gave a short scream as he was practically lifted from the floor by his left arm. Laufey, chuckling at the screams enticing his already flaring hormones that always started before the Sacred Night, placed Loki down on the bed and waved the guards away.
"Were you trying to escape…" Laufey said, rhetorically. Loki closed his eyes and willed the revoltion away, not even acknowledging Laufey. Laufey sighed after a moment a carefully gathered the writhing male in his arms, walking slowly towards the dungeon.
"Since you don't like your room, we'll give you a different one…"
Thor, feeling a sharp pain in his chest, sat up from his bed. He'd trashed his room in a fit, and was still not feeling the urge to rest like his trainers had told him to. He'd been thrown out of the training grounds early due to his temper, but even thrashing the dummies wasn't enough to quell his troubled mind. His brother was missing… and with that bushel of dark brown hair, Thor's happy demeanor went with him. He'd lost the battle, endured humiliation via Frost Giants, and
"Thor?" Frigga's voice came through the door. Thor chose not to answer and rolled over on his side, pretending to be asleep. He kept his blade nearby to make him look uneasy, and to jump up again if needed.
Thor heard his mother open the door slowly, then close it again quietly. Thor thanked the forces that be that she'd left him alone. He just didn't want to talk to anyone.
Thor had friends captured before, but nothing like this. The Frost Giants were monsters at this time of the year. And if they stole Loki, then they probably had every idea in their heads to mate with that luscious body-
…he didn't just think that.
No. Not about Loki… they were brothers after all… adopted yes, but brothers…
But… Thor, as crown prince, needed to wed a royal. And… it never specified *which* family or court said royal had to be from. (3) That, and he really didn't find his cohorts from other houses all that attractive. Not like Loki. He always knew how to bandage Thor scratches and scrapes without hurting them more. And he always knew how Thor liked his tea and mead. He knew how Thor enjoyed roasts, but loved it with sweet glazes. He knew how Thor loved to listen to the peaceful silence of Loki's room when he was studying (and while Thor himself was blowing off said studies).
Asgard seemed vacant when Loki wasn't here. No mischief to wait for or fun to have… life got boring very quickly.
A hook flying through Thor's window sent him sprawling out his bed. Thor grabbed his sword and was prepared to fight until a green clothed arm came through the open window.
"Thor!" Fandrel said, his voice echoing through the room as pulled himself in. Hogun and Volstagg followed quickly.
"Guys…" Thor said, letting his guard down for but a moment. "What are you doing here?" He asked as he placed his sword back in its holder. Fandrel smiled at his long time friend, joined in with the mischievous smirk of Hogun and Volstagg's cheerful grin.
"What do you think we are here for! Pack your needs! We're off to Jotunheim!"
Sea Lily… got really insulted over this author's note. So… I took it out. Just… don't want to hear it from two people who didn't even read my story, but took it upon themselves to insult my intelligence.
1 Going with creepy Laufey here. I like to work with unstable characters. They are fun to play with.
2 . And blame mythology, but Loki's a bit of a man slut…. Heh, maybe the Norse girls were the first yaoi fangirls? Just thinking…
3 Yeah, I can't help but notice… Royals have to marry royals. But the only royals I've seen in Thor's various adaptations have been his family. So… does he go Greek? Or… can we pull a few strings here? We're going to pull a few strings here and let him have his fun.
* bonus points if you can guess who this is referring to. No hints.
*Minor note on the woman in Jotenheim: I was actually trying to experiment with how the emotions went in older times, when women had less rights, or in the modern day version of Iraq/Iran from an outsider's view. This isn't anti-feminist. It's exploration in the form of literature. If this offended anyone, I'm sorry- but frankly, I don't give a damn. After many encouraging words, I should note that this is my story. It's not bad. Just because someone else tried to slander me doesn't mean they were right. Those who read my story before this know what happened, and no one gets hurt. I got tired of feminists who took it too far in my second year of college. We get it. You rocked in the 70s. More power to you. But please, ease up on the younger generation girls. We don't like living up to the expectations of others… we just want to be happy. Guys won't even talk to us because they think anyone who is decently dressed will file a sexual harassment suit against them. Again, constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. I really like hearing from people, even if it's not 100% flattering. All reviews are welcomed and loved, but I won't improve if I don't get direct feedback. And I don't delete reviews unless it's an obvious troll. Anyways, now it's gone badass girls.
Also, as far as we are concerned here, Tyr (Thor's elder brother…who doesn't get much attention in most arcs) isn't in this. Balder is a baby (if you are looking for him), and will not be featured on this round. Sorry, but he's kinda hard to write … and this isn't his story. Maybe I'll throw in a blooper or something where he finds love, but not at the moment. Also, I won't force Thor to marry some random elf or dwarf. That's just… not the way this is going.
Please review, you've read this far!