A/N: there is going to be some thorki smut in this chapter.
have fun! -je

Thor stared at me with wide unbelieving eyes.
''You went away. And that happened at free will? And why didn't I hear from you for such a long time? Mother wept and I thought you dead, murdered or kidnapped... Why, Loki... Just tell me why? If you really went away at your own free will, why didn't you just tell me that you wanted to leave? Why didn't you say Good-Bye? ''
I felt tears well up in my eyes and I couldn't hold up the magic any longer. I felt the old Asgardien magic find its way back into my bones. I blame it on your body being so close to me; and I just let it happen. Completely willingly I surrendered to your warmth and love that was wrapping around me like the most comfortable blanket.
I leaned towards you to soak myself in the feeling of thunder, lightning, a warm summer breeze, light, warmth and as I was lingering in all those feelings of security I was slowly changing back into my Aesir form. I felt the coldness again. I felt the Ice underneath my feet, the freezing wind that blew through the great windows of the hall and that tried to pierce my naked upper body with their cold breath.
My ruby red eyes turned dark green and my blue skin turned into its aristocratic pale again.
I looked up into Thors eyes and saw him starring at me.
''Loki... I thought I'd never see you again.''

First I wasn't able to form words, but as I felt tears running down my cheeks I tried to pull myself together to speak. Incoherent first but after catching my breath I was able to form a more or less coherent sentence. ''I... I was sure that I would never see you again.''

He pressed my now shivering body closer to his own.
I felt like I was captured in one of my dreams when I felt the back of his hand caress my cheek so tenderly.

''What have you done to him? How is it possible that I come here for negotiations with Jotenheim and I find my brother, Loki, here with you?''
I was suddenly brutally ripped out of my wonderful dream when I heard Thor loudly starting a discussion with Laufey and Helbindi.
''Your brother?! Excuse me but do you have trouble hearing? He isn't your brother! And I am fairly sure that what you have done with him back in Asgard, when you were alone together isn't what brothers usually do in their spare time...''
''How dare you speak to me in such a manner! What I do with my brother is ... private!''
''Ahhhh! So there was something going on! Loki was very discrete about it.. He really is a shy one. ''
I was getting really nervous. If Helbindi didn't stop this very soon I feared for my brothers safety.

I felt Thor shivering.
I was fairly sure that it wasn't because he felt cold.
I looked up into his face which gave the impression of pure rage.
''Please Thor, calm down...''
''Calm down?! You tell me to calm down? When those barbarians held you imprisoned all those years?! I wonder if Father knew about any of this...''

With a quick glance back at Laufey and Helbindi I made sure that both of them didn't say anything wrong right now. Anything said or done wrong at this moment might lead to a fight. I was pretty sure about this. I knew Thor for such a long time; I knew what would provoke him to what kind of action.
''Thor. I want to talk to you in private. Before this negotiation is proceeding I wish to tell you how I got to Jotenheim. I want to tell you some things,... If you want to hear about it.''
Thor looked at me, it seemed that his mood had changed for the better.
''Of course I will listen to you Loki. Whatever it is that you wish to tell me.''
With one last, hard glance at Laufey and my brother Helbindi, Thor turned around and moved towards the end of the hall, where he waited for me.

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The warriors three still sat at the table, somehow unsure of this whole situation.
Especially Sif was completely perplexed by the sudden turn of events.
''What do you say, Sif? Do you think Loki was kidnapped?''
Hogun had leaned towards Sif to whisper in her ear.
Sif stared after the two departing man, she was overly confused by the entirely situation.
Was Loki here on his own free will? Was he captured and held here as a prisoner?
What if he was held captive... Should they rescue him?
Everybody in Asgard knew that Sif and Loki had a history.
And it wasn't that kind of funny, lovely story that you might want to tell your children at night.
They sometimes screamed at each other so much, fought each other so hard until one of them laid on the ground – bleeding.
''I am sorry Hogun... I don't know.''
Sif hadn't anything more to say. She didn't know what else to say.
She couldn't care less what would happen to Loki.
For all she cared about, he could rot here in this icy hell hole and never come out again.

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She knew about the things going on in Asgard.
She knew about the things going on between Loki and Thor.
And she felt the hot burning of jealousy, every time she heard Thor moving through the castle halls at night towards Lokis room. Fast, quiet steps he took to get to his goal.
Lokis room was at the end of the hall.
She knew how wrong it was, and she knew that it would only hurt herself but she couldn't help herself. Every time she did it again. She was following Thor again.
The door closed and Sif slowly moved closer to listen to them talk.
She heard a muffled laugh and more talking.
Then she heard some ruffling and clicking,... With every cloth that became undone behind those doors, her soul was becoming darker and her heart broke a little bit more. The jealousy was eating her up.
She buried her face in her hands. Not only because of the horrible shame that she felt, that was only intensified by every moan and groan that was softly penetrating her ears in the most cruelly way, but also because of the unbearable sadness which was provoked by her broken heart and every time she heard the sweetest love proclaiming and every time she heard one of them cry out in passion for the other not to stop,... She knew that her heart was rotting with hate.
Oh, how she hated Loki!
She hated him with such passion, because he got all that she wanted.
And was it really such a crime to yearn for love and attention, for an embrace and a kiss?
Yes, she desired all those things with all her heart and she felt her heart pour out bitter poison because it wasn't her that Thors arms were holding tenderly in his strong arms at night.
It wasn't her that his gaze was fixed upon day and night.
All his love wasn't hers.
She wasn't the object of Thors desire and that was killing her.
Because she knew no matter how hard she might try, there would never be a place for her in his heart.

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The love that Thor felt for Loki was consuming him, them - it was like an overwhelming storm of feelings; strong – Like his thunder, it was raging through their bodies and their hearts with such aggression and passion - consuming everything. This feeling of utterly bliss and devotion that was filling their hearts was making it absolutely impossible for any outsider to intrude in their own little world of ecstasy, pleasure, complete surrender, love and affection.
Or rather they wouldn't let anybody intrude.
Behind closed doors it was their sanctuary of heated bodies, tangled in white linen sheets.
Sweat was glistening on their bodies as they moved as one.
After some time they forgot where one began and where the other ended – they were one.
Thor was gripping Lokis waist in an almost bruising grip in a desperate try to stay focused.
The lean body underneath him was moving restlessly against him for a desperate try to get more friction. Loki tried to get closer to him, tried to get him to move faster, harder inside him.
Thor moaned as he saw his brother behave in such wanton ways.
He gripped his waist hard and pushed deeper inside the willing body.
The legs of the younger man beneath him spread wide open for him, so willingly giving him space for this act of love. It was always love between them.
Thor smiled down at Loki. How much he loved his mischief maker.
Loki reached out for him. ''Kiss me. Please kiss me Thor.''
''Oh my love, you never have to ask for that. Such a thing I give you all too willingly...
I'd give you everything. ''
Thor lowered his head to Lokis face to kiss him with as much passion as he could muster.
They moaned as their lips lingered on the others in an almost desperate way, almost afraid to pull away. Their lips moved against the others with just as much passion as their bodies did.
Loki was the first to pull away. He arched his back, threw his head back and gripped Thors shoulders – leaving marks from his nails.
They both cried out in passion as they reached their climax together.
Thor pulled Lokis overheated body closer to breath in his scent.
''I love you Loki... I will love you eternally. You and no other.''
There was a short silence except from their ragged breathing.
''Words will never be enough to tell you how much I love you. You and no other. But if I had to do it with words I'd say; my love for you is endlessly, eternally, strong and unyielding, passionate, wild and raging like your thunder.'' As Loki spoke those words Thor was rolling on top of him and started to caress his fair pale cheek. His skin so soft and lovely; it was practically inviting him to touch it.
''Tell me more Brother for I love your voice so much, it is like honey in my ears. I want to hear more. Make me drunk on it.''
Loki smiled up at him and reached out to grip the golden locks in between his delicate fingers, while his long pale legs sensually stroked the firm tights of the man on top of him.
''I would probably do anything you ask of me. What do you wish me to say?''
Loki grinned up at the God of Thunder in a wicked way.
''Do not play with me, Loki.''
Lokis fingers were still tangled up in the golden hair while one hand was slowly travelling downwards between their bodies.
''You just have to tell me...'' His hand was slowly reaching his goal. ''what to do...'' His hand moved across hard muscles on Thors abdomen. ''or what to say... '' He couldn't hold back a moan.
This act of foreplay – this moving towards the ultimate satisfaction – teasing the other partner to such an extent; that you could practically taste the frustration and want in the air, was physically and mentally so stimulating. In such moments were the body is tensed, all senses just focused on the object of desire and everything else was completely unnecessary. When physical closeness between lovers isn't enough anymore and the love that is shared on so many levels isn't enough anymore, the simplest touch in the act of foreplay can make a desperate lover burn in anxious despair for more...
Thor knew he was the most desperate lover in the entire nine realms.
The moment Lokis lips left his he was already seeking them for more. Behind those soft pink folds the sweetest, wickedest tongue was hidden.
The moment Loki left his arms he felt naked, lost and his arms and hands were left without anything to hold onto in this world. Loki was his anchor, his light, his deepest darkest secret and desire, his other half. Loki was driving him mad.

Thor was looking down at the most beautiful creatur, he was sure, Ygddrasil has ever created. Pale skin, dark green eyes - wide open and gazing up at him, lips parted just a bit for the most sinful sounds to erupt. Possessiveness was taking a hold of Thor and bit by bit he was losing control over himself.
''What I want... I ... Loki ...''
Loki was moving his abdomen against Thors to get friction as well.
''Yes, tell me what you want. I'll give it to you.'' Breathing normally was getting a bit difficult.
Lokis hand finally reached his goal and grasped the hard flesh of Thors erection in a tight grip.
Thors forehead fell against the Tricksters sweaty chest. They were both breathing hard and were completely absorbed in their blissful act of passion.
''I want you. Only you.'' Thor was moaning against Lokis chest heatedly. ''Nothing else matters to me... No one else could ever compare to you. Oh god! Loki... I love you!''
Loki was smiling while groaning in a wild passionate way, with his head tossed back into the pillows, wantonly moving his erection against the man on top of him.
He held his legs tightly around Thors waist to hold him close.
''Loki... Loki... Loki...'' He was chanting Lokis name like a prayer.
They were so close, but still not close enough.
''Take me... please.''
''Yes.''
Loki spread his legs a bit more to manoeuvre the hard, massive flesh of the Aesir inside him.
He moaned in deep satisfaction as he felt Thor moving inside him again.
''Ah! Thor! Please...''
''What, my love? What do you desire?''
Their gazes met in a heated moment – still full of love.
There were no words needed.
Thors thrusts were without mercy – hard and deep.
Bodies moving in perfect synchrony, pushing, pulling, gripping, ripping, groaning, moaning, screaming, whining. In a wild dance of passionate love that, in this one seemingly endless moment, the world didn't seemed so wrong and horrible. Because in this one perfect moment, were bodies connect and lie tangled between those linen sheets, everything was white and perfect again.
He was holding onto the white linen sheets above Lokis head, as a moan was ripped from his lungs. As Thor climaxed for the second time that night he felt the utterly bliss of complete satisfaction and love swelling in his heart.
He looked down on his lover who was still hard and begging for his undivided attention that he was all too happy to grant it.

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Sif knew what was going on behind closed doors.
She wasn't sure for how long she stood in front of that door.
She wasn't sure for how long she was listening to Lokis cries of passion.
And she wasn't sure how late it was when she decided to leave this place of misery. Or was it the sun that was painting the sky in such horrible colours? She couldn't trust herself anymore.

Just like then, she couldn't find trust in herself. She couldn't find those feelings of 'love your next' or forgiveness. She couldn't forget and simply go on. She didn't know how.
How was she supposed to go on with life if she still lingered on in a dream world?
How was she supposed to live if jealousy was nagging at her very core and if hate was such an all-consuming feeling, that sometimes it seemed to her that she had become a monster of pure resentment, with a tainted soul.
And what was she supposed to do now - when she thought that she was finally able to move on, that maybe now she had a chance of being happy, maybe even find some love...
Sif wasn't a dreamer. She stopped being a dreamer at that very moment when she saw Loki, held by Thors strong arms, their lips locked in the loveliest, most beautiful and sensual way she has ever seen anybody kiss. Under the falling leaves of the golden trees of the palace gardens, where they were hiding away, trying to get away from all that was troubling their minds. The golden leaves were slowly falling to the ground and the soft, chilly breath of autumn wind was blowing through golden and black hair. Lokis tender form was giving the image of being almost fragile as Thor was hovering above him, pressing him against one of the trees and covering him completely with his entire being. But as she got a bit closer she saw that Loki was holding onto him tightly. His hands were lost in the wild golden hair and his eyes were shut in a blissful, delightful and carefree way such as she has actually never really seen on the trickster. Thors arms held Loki in an almost protective way. One hand was caressing his back while the other was affectionately moving through the black hair. When the kiss ended and their eyes opened Thor immediately searched for Lokis gaze. From her perspective she wasn't able to see Lokis whole face but Thor was suddenly smiling like he had see the most glorious sun rise, like he had heard the most wonderful music and tasted the sweetest wine.

It was a picture forever burned into her mind.

Before I left the hall I turned to Laufey and Helbindi.
''I will make this quick. Do not worry about me.''
Laufey suddenly took me in his arms.
''A father always worries about his sons.''
My arms griped his back and I leaned my cheek against his cool chest.
''I know... Father.''
''You know... Whatever happens from now on, you are my little brother and I want you to know that I care about you.''
I let go of Laufey and turned to Helbindi.
''What is wrong with you? Getting so sentimental? I'm just going to the other room... I doubt that anything great is going to happen. Well maybe Thor is going to kidnap me.. But I highly doubt it.''
Laufey was getting serious again. ''Just be careful, I don't think that the All-Father has told him anything about your banishment. So you should be careful about what you are telling him and most important how.''
We exchanged a look of knowing. ''Yes indeed. I will be careful.''
With that I left the hall.

The hall was overflowing with feelings, emotions and things unsaid.
I had the nagging feeling that something horrible was going to happen.
I couldn't identify it yet but I felt anxious and afraid of this sudden uncertainty that overcame me.
Even though all is sure – nothing seems sure.
How horrible destiny is if just the end, the final outcome, is a fixed point in time that we are all going to work towards to but all that is in between is just gambling.
This sudden conclusion that came to me made me even more depressed than all my other thoughts of late.

A storm was coming and it would be the last one.

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TBC