Warnings: men kissing, Fandral being a little spy

Disclaimer: Don't own le Marvel characters, but Norse myth is up for grabbsies.


"My son."

Loki's eyes snapped open, his body tense. The voice that had reverberated through his dream had been haunting him ever since. He snuggled closer in Thor's warm embrace, trying his best to not wake the Prince. Despite his cautious efforts, the blonde awoke, blinking blearily at him.

"Is everything alright?" He asked. Loki shook his head, his face blank as usual, but his eyes betraying sadness and fear. Thor clicked his tongue in a pitying way, cooing for the sorcerer to come closer with a motherly-like affection and tone. "If it does not bother you, would you confide in me your troubles?" Thor asked, kissing the top of his raven locks. Viridian orbs looked at him, considering the offer carefully.

"I hear a male voice, calling out to me." He said, looking away, glancing up at the window above the bed. The Prince looked around, straining his ears to hear it. "You won't be able to hear. I can only hear it in my dreams or in the back of my mind. It shakes the very house, yet I know it's truly in my head." Loki said, watching Thor from the corner of his eye.

"What does it say?"

"It calls me..." Loki faltered, his chest feeling heavy and throat closing as he struggled to say the word. "C-C-Calls me s... Son." He stuttered out. He shuddered, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He was confused though- why was he feeling sad? Nothing saddening or bad had happened recently. In fact, he was happy, so very happy. As the first tears fell, Thor's blue eyes widened. Before him, his newly proclaimed loved one was sobbing, obviously in mental torment.

"Shh, shh, shh... I am here, you do not need to cry." He whispered, sitting up and cradling Loki against him. Loki accepted the tender embrace, letting Thor take him completely in his arms. He cried into the Prince's neck, loud whines and gasps coming from his mouth. Thor could only rub his back soothingly, threading his fingers in his black hair from time to time. Eventually the sorcerer quieted down. The brightening outside indicated he had cried for well over an hour. They both yawned, Loki removing himself from Thor's embrace to stand.

"Forgive me for interrupting your dreams." He choked out, tears still running down his face as he left the room, arms hugging himself. The Prince sat still for awhile then laid back, hands underneath his blonde head. 'He's so beautiful even when he cries... Where is his family?'


Thor was woken up by a hand on his shoulder. Loki was standing above him, holding linens in his other arm.

"We should bathe."


Thor relaxed in the cold river. It was actually quite pleasant because strangely, the morning was hot and completely rainless. A somewhat welcome change, but if he had to work in the garden again with it being so hot, he wasn't sure he could manage. From across the narrow river, Loki was sitting with his hands in his lap, shamelessly looking at Thor's exposed chest and outstretched arms that were resting on the bank. He looked away though when Thor made eye contact with him.

Songbirds were cheerfully tweeting and greeting each other in the distance. A small bird flew down from a nearby tree and landed next to Loki who reached out a hand, index finger extended. The creature jumped on, chirping sweetly to the sorcerer who spoke to it in the ancient language again. Thor realized then that Loki hadn't been singing in the garden the previous morning, but just speaking. It seemed this language was one that sounded as if the speaker were singing.

The bird chirped back then began to sing. A faint smile graced the magician's fair face, green eyes brightening as they observed and listened to the high-pitched singing. What really surprised Thor was when Loki imitated the bird perfectly, chirping along in a beautiful harmonious way, his voice rivaling even the most gifted song birds in all of Asgard. Entranced, Thor rose and walked over, standing in front of the sitting man. The bird flew away, chirping in alarm.

Loki flashed a glare at the Prince, but the look was gone just as fast and he couldn't help himself as he placed his extended hand on Thor's stomach, fingers tracing over the abdominal muscles that protruded from his stomach. He rose, both hands now trailing up Thor's wet skin, fingers sliding gracefully over muscles, gliding past Thor's nipples, presently resting on his collarbones. Looking up, their eyes met and Thor put his hands low on Loki's back, gently pulling him closer so their lips could meet.

Without meaning it, the sorcerer's breath hitched. He could tell this was an extremely intimate moment. The birds' chirping had stopped and all was silent except for the trickling of the river which swirled past their knees. The Prince dared to lick at the lips against his, immediately taking advantage of Loki's gasp of surprise, pushing his tongue in that mouth, groaning at the warmth and sweet taste Loki exuded. The pale man in his grasp was at a loss of what to do and could only shyly move his tongue against Thor's as well, trying to imitate him as best he could. Hands moved down his back, grabbing his ass firmly as he pulled him closer- Loki felt like the man wanted to fuse them together.

After what seemed an eternity of tongue grappling (for that was the only name Loki could think of to give it), they separated. Panting in the tight grasp, Loki noticed something strange against his stomach. Looking down between them, he saw Thor's engorged member standing straight up in between their stomachs. His eyes widened and he stumbled out of the strange embrace, crawling backwards onto the river bank, grabbing one of the linens that had been sitting there waiting for him. He pulled it over his exposed front, a mad blush across his cheeks. Thor looked down and saw what Loki had reacted so negatively too. Embarrassed suddenly, he sat down in the water, throwing his gaze to his side, a bashful red color coming to his ears.

"Forgive me." He apologized quietly, a hand coming up to rub the back of his head. He didn't notice Loki slip back into the water till his hands were on his chest again, feeling the muscles there. "Thor... Am I arousing?" Loki asked.

Thor choked on laughter. No one had ever asked him that before. If his friends asked him if a maid tickled his fancy in a sexual manner, they would use a perverted innuendo instead. The innocent look in Loki's eyes though made Thor stop laughing. He took a moment or two, shivering when those long digits moved to his arms, trailing up and down the bump between his triceps and biceps.

"Yes." He half-groaned when Loki situated himself in his lap. The coldness of the river had calmed him slightly, but he was still somewhat stiff against the sorcerer's milky thigh. "I've never been sexually aroused." Loki admitted. "So please forgive my earlier reaction. I must admit it was most startling to see an erection."

"Never been aroused?" Thor exclaimed, eyes wide. Loki had to be almost as old as he was, and Thor had been bedding maidens and the occasional man ever since his 15th summer. Loki nodded, fingers tracing Thor's collar bones lightly. Before the Prince could offer to change his situation, the sorcerer was climbing out of the river and drying himself off on the riverbank. The Prince sat in spot in the river, admiring the sheen of water on his pale skin, the way his long, lean muscles moved as he dried himself off. His body was nice, strong, but still very willowy.

"Come," He said, holding out a linen to Thor. "That market opens early."


Two days prior


"Volstagg, Sif needs an escort to Lord Fandral's estate. Will you and Hogun ensure she is safely delivered?" Odin asked from his throne, looking as regal and as powerful as ever. Volstagg placed his fist over his heart and bowed. "Yes, your Majesty."

"And if you find Thor along the way, please send him home or keep him at Lord Fandral's. I am worried as he has not returned from his hunting trip yet." Odin said, fingers drumming against the armrest of the throne. "Certainly, your Majesty."


By Thor's insistence, they rode his horse to town, even though Loki had tried to convince the princeling it would be better to walk. After they had put the steed in a safe inn (the stable boy being bribed to keep the horse safe with a few coins), the pair walked into the marketplace, which was bustling with a few hundred people.

"What is it you need to buy?" Thor asked as they looked around. "Flour, barley, some certain clothes, and also it would be nice to see what is at the butcher's." Loki said, stopping at a stall with brightly colored spools of thread decorating its front table. Thor observed the sorcerer and smiled as the man's long fingers were attracted to a spool of green thread that was the same color as his eyes.

"Green is a beautiful color." He commented, a hand reaching out to pick up a spool of purple thread. Loki nodded, contemplating if he needed thread. 'Well I suppose this thread will be a good model to replicate. I need to learn how to use that threading spell anyways.' He reasoned in his head. Pulling out his small, black leather coin purse, he paid for the green thread and put it in his basket. "Come." He said to Thor who had turned to look at the people. Setting down the purple thread, he followed the magician to several more stalls.


"Ahahaha!" Fandral laughed loudly from his spot on his horse. "Brother, you are terrible at telling jokes." He said to his brother Fenrir who rode upon the horse next to them. They had decided to meet his beautiful fiancé halfway to the estate to escort her back as well. Fandral had been glad the messenger had reported back that his Sif would be joining him for a few weeks.

Fenrir shot him a glare. "I suppose I am, brother. Now tell me, why are we traveling through Dracon? Would it not have been easier to just go along the main roads?" He asked, gesturing to the large crowd that had accumulated for Dracon's market day. Fandral nodded, smiling at a small child who was looking up at him in awe.

"Why hello there little one." He said to the boy, who shyly hid behind his mother's skirts, one eye peeking out at the lord. The woman dipped her head in a bow and nudged her son gently to greet Fandral back. "Hello, Lord Fandral." The boy replied, still holding onto his mother's skirts for security.

"Why are you in Dracon today?" Fandral asked, his blue eyes flashing dashingly. "Mama wanted to buy more flour. We used the last of it this morning to make bread." The little boy chirped, standing upright and blushing. The woman smiled at her son.

"Ah, a very good reason to come into town then, isn't it? You look like a very strong young man. Are you going to help your mama carry the flour home?"

The boy's chest puffed out in pride. "I always help mama carry the flour home." He said proudly, causing the woman and Fandral to chuckle. Even Fenrir, who was most often times stoic and regal, smiled. "I'll bet you do. You're a very good boy. Your mama must be very proud." Fenrir said, smiling at the woman. The little boy looked to him in awe as well.

"Oh, he's a good child. The perfect little angel." The boy's mother said, looking at him with adoration. "I beg your pardon, but little Erik and I must be leaving." She said, curtsying to the best of her ability, Erik hindering her slightly. "It was very nice to meet you, Erik. Madam." Fandral said nodding his head. As the woman turned and left, Fandral motioned to Erik. The boy came next to the horse, a questioning look upon his face.

"Buy something very nice for you and your mama." He whispered, pressing two gold coins into the boy's hand. Erik stared at them bewilderedly but smiled and cheerfully said thanks before rushing off to his mother, holding the delightful gift behind his back.

"You've made that child's day, brother." Fenrir said from beside him. They began to slowly ride through the crowd again, talking lightly about the weather and pointing out to things that caught their eye. "Fenrir, we made good time in coming here. Shall we meet outside at Dracon's north entrance in two hours? I should very much like to look around." Fandral suggested. With a nod, Fenrir rode off, wandering down a different road to visit the shops Dracon had to offer.

Riding along, Fandral nodded to the people who bowed slightly to him. He had visited Dracon several times before. It was one of his most favourite towns. If the population had been bigger, it could be a city. Sighing peacefully, he kept to the main streets, enjoying the market day. Several times he was offered free goods, all of which he turned down with a polite "no thank you". It'd been nearly an hour of a nice afternoon when he spotted someone familiar.

Thor.

He recognized the blonde head and the frame and suddenly the man turned and Fandral could see his face clearly. The Prince was clean shaven, bathed, and dressed in normal, commoner clothing. Now what is the Prince of Asgard doing in Dracon? He thought to himself.

Getting off his horse and handing the reins to the servant who was trailing him, he hid near a stall and observed the Prince. The blonde was carrying a basket in his hands and it was filled with what looked like cloth, fruit, a sac, and some other small items. He looked up, as if alerted by something. Looking closer, Fandral watched as the Prince smiled at someone- but who? A man in a green tunic who was just a bit shorter than Thor came up to him, holding out apples. The Prince took one and looked at it, nodding as he said something to the man in the green tunic.

Damn, I can't hear anything. Fandral cursed as the pair began to talk to each other. Moving from his space, he was able to get close enough by hiding near a fruit cart that was stationed closer to the pair.

"These apples are the best-tasting apples I've ever had." Said the man in green. Thor looked intrigued, handing the one in his hands back to the man who then put them in the basket. "Is there anything else you need?" Thor asked. The raven haired man across from him stopped talking and stared off somewhere, most likely thinking about something. Who is that man? Why is Thor here? I thought he was out hunting.

"No, I believe that is all." The man finally replied, a hand resting on Thor's forearm. "Oh, wait. We need to visit the butcher's shop." He added, a look of remembrance upon his pale face. Observing the man, Fandral saw he was quite beautiful. Large emerald eyes, hollowed cheeks that lent a slightly exotic air to his facial structure, and pale skin added to his unearthly beauty. Oh my... Is Thor courting a new love? Fandral thought, a smile coming to his face. This is going to be so much fun. He followed the couple as they walked up the road, peeling off to go inside the large butcher's shop.

Fandral decided it would be better if he waited outside, strategically placing himself as close to the door as possible for better hearing opportunities. While he waited, he stroked his mustache and goatee thoughtfully, contemplating the last time his princely friend had had a lover that he courted. It had been a very long time ago, when they weren't friends, but more of accomplices. He had been fawning over a catty courtesan. What was her name again? Oh, it was so very plain... Hmm, J... J... Jane? Ahh yes, it was Jane. What a plain name. You would think that someone as haughty as herself would change their name. Fandral thought to himself, rolling his eyes in distaste.

A whore at her worst. He gritted his teeth as he recalled how she strung Thor along, blatantly lying about loving him, but only after him due to him being the Prince of Asgard. Now that Thor was a good friend of his, and soon-to-be brother-in-law, he just couldn't stand the thought of Thor being played in such a terrible way again. This man had better not be only interested in Thor because of his royal status.

The two emerged, Thor smiling like a young child as he clutched at parcels wrapped in paper. The man in green appeared behind him, tucking his leather coin purse safely into a concealed pocket in his tunic. "You did not have to pay." Said the Prince, who carried the wrapped up meat like a precious child.

"You are my guest. Is it not proper social etiquette for the host to provide everything?" Asked the other, a look of complete curiosity upon his pale face. "Loki, I do not wish to burden you." Thor replied softly, so softly that the blonde mustached man almost couldn't hear him. Loki? What a peculiar name. I swear I have heard it elsewhere before. Fandral snapped out of his thoughts as he followed the moving couple again. The man, Loki, was looking into his basket while Thor walked beside him, taking in all of Dracon's market day with happiness. He trailed behind them, only able to catch small snatches of their conversation. Soon, they arrived at an inn where Thor talked to a stable boy who nodded and brought out his steed.

"Thank you, little one." Thor said to the boy, helping Loki getting on top of the horse before saddling up behind him. Looking nervous, Loki glanced around at his surroundings from up the horse. Fandral and Loki's eyes met, green on deep blue holding for a moment. Just before Fandral moved to hide himself again, he saw the man's eyes narrowed in suspicion, his mouth opening to speak to Thor, but instead a loud gasp came out as Thor urged his steed onward.

Their eye-connection broke and the couple on the horse rode out of Dracon's north entrance, hooves clopping merrily along.

Fandral stood where he was, deep in thought.

He certainly is beautiful. And those gorgeous gems for eyes! What an exotic bone structure! And certainly with the way his hips sway as he walks, he must be well-endowed. How did Thor come into the company of such a bewitching creature? Loki- what a marvelously un-plain name that is! Loooookiiiiii. Fandral sung in his head before he realized he was late in meeting Fenrir. Motioning for his shadowing servant, he made his way up to the very same entrance Thor and Loki had just made their way out of.

Fenrir was already there, waiting for him with an impatient look upon his face. The shadows of the early afternoon sun fell across his dark face handsomely. Unlike his fair-skinned brother, Fenrir had always been one to turn incredibly dark during the summertime, look most intriguing with his head of dark silver hair that was currently shimmering brightly as the sun's rays hit it. "Brother, you're late. We must meet that pretty princess of yours." He scolded as Fandral mounted his horse next to him.

"Forgive me, but I have something incredibly monumental to tell." Fandral smirked. The other knew that look- it was Fandral's look that he adopted whenever he had juicy gossip. "Do tell." Fenrir said, an equally dashing grin coming to his clean-shaven face.

"It appears our favourite Prince has a lover."

The other's grin widened immensely.

"Oh my, now that is monumental now isn't it?"


A/N: Were you guys confused by the fact that my author's note wasn't at the top? Yeah, I've decided to go back to the good old-fashioned ways of fanfiction writing (at least, this is what I was taught when I was an avid reader/writer in the ReitaxRuki community) and have my A/N at the bottom. This is mainly so that I can fangirl with you guys after you've read the chapter. Yeah- I fangirl over my own writing, wanna fight about it?

So.

What'd you think of Fandral? And Fenrir? You know, I wasn't exactly planning on Fenrir being a character, but it just felt right to have him be the cool side to Fandral- since we don't have the whole concept of Thor and Loki being the light and dark of brothers. Oh this is going to be fun~ Expect more awesome Fandral in the next chapter.

I want to apologize for the lateness of this chapter. It's a much longer chapter (by 1,000+ words!) and whilst writing it, I was able to map out the direction in which I wish this story to head. I SHALL SAIL THIS THORKI SHIP TO A HORIZON OF HEART-BREAK, LAUGHTER, FLUFF, AND A CLUSTER-FUCK OF FEELS! I just hope my writing skills are up to par with the level of epic I wish this story to reach.

PopsicleOfDeath had the best review for me! Thank you so much, dear. It was lovely to see someone though I was still in character when writing Loki, which is absolutely fabulous because I thought I had made him too... AU? OC? Which term would I use here?

Believe it or not, even though I've been writing fanfiction for about 5 years, I don't actually know a lot of the terms. Like, I learned what the fuck canon meant about 3 weeks ago and I'm still not sure I understand it. Oh, and yes I've been writing fanfiction since I was around 11. Yeah. Corrupted at an early age.

Also, a huge shout-out to Watermelondrea who I think has the most amazing username EVER. Like, man, that made my day when I saw that you had followed my story or whatever it is you did. All I know is that seeing that notification made me so happy.

I want to thank everyone for their lovely reviews. It also just makes me squee in happiness. I also tear up a bit at the more elegantly worded ones. Seriously. I literally shed tears.

Okay, well now I'm off to learn 4-fucking-10 kanji and read the damn Scarlet Letter and the fucking Crucible while I try and finish reading 60+ pages of history WITH annotations for all three classes (AP Japanese, AP English, AP US HISTORY aka APUSH). Fun, right?

Please expect a chapter shortly, and it's probably going to be... Short. Damnit, I hate using the same word twice in a sentence like that.

Oh well.

Love,

yakisoba!