AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, the part about the ice giant blood being made into an alcoholic beverage is true. I added in the hunting part, but in the comics Thor had actually taken Wolverine to (Iceland?) where they made the drink and Wolverine commented it had quite a kick to it. Since pretty much all of Asgard hates frost giants I figured I might as well give Loki stuff to deal with as their king.

Chapter 7

Who was he? What was his name? Where had he come from? How did he get here? This and more tugged at the man's mind as he tried to grasp where he was. For one he knew he was laying on the ground feeling as if he'd been hit by a semi-truck. Apparently he was on some type of plush carpet that much he could make out. Groggily the man sat up his head spinning as he did so.

Well, he wasn't blind that was good. Looking about him he noticed he was in a spacious living room. The room was arranged tastefully with black leather couches and armchairs inviting a person to sit in the room for hours. A huge flat screen TV was on a stand across the room off and silent. Art on the walls, most of it abstract to blend in with the surroundings. It was well lighted by lamps placed around the room. Blinking the man stood up wobbly on his legs as he reached out to grip the arm of a nearby couch to steady himself.

He could not say way, but he felt threatened being in the room. It stressed him out to the point where he clenched his fists. His forearms tightening as he attempted to control the sudden panic. Why was he so scared? Then he saw them.

They punched through his knuckles with a sharp pain. Crying out in alarm the man fell back attempting to escape the metal knives which had just appeared. He stared at them horrified reaching up to try and rip them out. He only succeeded in cutting his hands down to the bone. The wounds healed quickly enough but the pain made him ever more crazed. Spinning around he looked around desperately for some answer as to who he was. Then he heard a jangle and looked down at his chest. Around his neck were a pair of dog tags. Desperately fumbling for the small bits of metal while trying to avoid cutting himself again on the knives he stared at the name.

"Logan?" He said rolling the name off his tongue. It sounded familiar enough. Had he been in the army? If so, when had he served? Looking about the man, no, his name was Logan, stared around at the room again. He felt stupid standing there holding the dog tags with those strange knives out.

"You awake?" A deep voice asked from behind him. Logan turned around to see a blond haired man in a suit standing in the hallway. He was broad shouldered and heavily muscled, long golden hair smoothed back to cascade about his shoulders. Logan judged the man to be at least in his mid-forties. The blond haired stranger was tall to, he had to be at least seven feet tall as he strode into the room with easy grace. The well-dressed stranger, probably the owner of the house, gave Logan a wary look as he approached. As if he expected the other man to suddenly attack him.

"Where am I?" Logan asked the man. The man gave him a cold look as he stepped closer peering down at him with narrowed amber eyes.

"In my mansion. Do you remember who I am?" The stranger asked him. Logan tried to remember if he had ever seen the man before. His mind came up blank however except for a vague sense he had seen this man somewhere before.

"No." Logan admitted in defeat. He held his hands up for the stranger to inspect a silent appeal to help him.

"What are these? How do I get rid of them?" Logan asked the man desperate. The stranger stepped closer reaching up to gently take Logan's wrist as he inspected the claws. Up close Logan saw the stranger had sharpened nails almost like claws in themselves. They scraped along his skin lightly as the stranger bent over Logan's hands.

"My name is Victor, Logan. These are your claws. You can't get rid of them, but if you relax you can sheathe them again." Victor said raising his head to gaze directly into the other man's eyes. Logan hesitated his gut instinct telling him he should drive those same claws into this man's skull. Yet why he should attack when the man had done nothing but answer his questions he could not say.

"Victor?" Logan said. That name, to, sounded familiar to him. He forced himself to relax and with a sense of relief saw the claws begin to retract sliding back in between his knuckles until they disappeared altogether.

"Who are you?" Logan blurted out. This time Victor gave him an amused look as he continued to hold the other man's arm. Suddenly Logan thought the other man was standing to close to him.

"I guess they really did a number on you this time, didn't they?" Victor said his tone gentle. He sat down on the edge of one of the couches pulling Logan down beside him. Logan felt his neck beginning to turn red wondering who this man was.

"Who are you talking about?"

"The Weapon X program. We're both mutants, Logan. You and I in particular they wanted for our healing factors. You've always had claws, but when they captured you they injected your bones with an unbreakable metal called adamantium."

"The entire point of the Weapon X program was to make an unstoppable weapon. Mainly you and me, but I escaped. Lately you've been having lapses in memory and usually take off somewhere. I always end up having to come get you, we fight, and then you'll suddenly pass out so I'll have to bring you back home." Victor explained reaching up to tap his head for emphasis.

"They did multiple mind wipes on both of us. So we would have no personality, no memory except to follow their orders without question. We escaped, as you can see, but the mind wipes took a greater toll on you than they did me."

Logan frowned studying the other man. Yet he felt a sense of relief he was not alone. What Victor said sounded oddly familiar to him. Feeling foolish Logan cleared his throat motioning towards to their surroundings.

"So do I, uh, live here with you?" Logan asked despite himself. At this Victor's amusement only seemed to increase as he chuckled nodding his head.

"Yes, we both live here. You usually stay home and sleep all day and go out drinking at some bar most nights. I've ruined my best suits coming to rescue you from another bar fight you started."

"I can hold my own in a fight." Logan said defensively. This only caused Victor to laugh as he fixed his amber gaze on Logan. When the other man smiled Logan noticed he had prominent fangs.

"You still don't remember who I am to you though, do you?" Victor asked him. Logan shook his head.

"My friend?" Logan asked. At this Victor sighed as he reached over and took Logan's right hand holding it up. When Logan looked down at his hand he saw he had a ring on his finger, a simple golden band. Then Victor held up his own right hand for Logan to see and to the man's realization there was a similar ring on Victor's finger.

"More than friends, Logan." Victor said, his tone becoming serious.

"I'm your husband."