~ Chapter 8 ~
Thor didn't give any explanation to his behavior earlier, which Loki was thankful to but also a little annoyed at. He didn't like to be played with, but then again he hadn't told Thor the truth. Their footsteps echoed against the ice, telling of a story of loneliness and crystal.
"How much further is it?"
Loki jerked to attention and looked at the blond Asgardian who were looking at him in turn. He averted green eyes, unable to bear the gaze. Instead, he looked up ahead at the ice path. His mind mapping out where they were and confirmed they were on the right path.
"In another hour we will reach the surface and then you will only be 30 minutes away from your friends." Away from me.
"Hmm..." Thor studied the Jotun prince, "What will happen to you? How is your body?"
"I don't know." Loki confessed, "Meeting you wasn't really part of my plans." he lost himself in their short encounter. "But you don't have to worry about me. It's been a long time since I felt this good." he gave the thunder God a small warm smile.
A few meters in front of them walked the Ice Wolf. The beast sniffed the surrounding as it guarded their walk. Once moment it was at the left side, then slightly later it was at the right side. It's tail held high above it's normal stance.
Suddenly Loki's arm was caught and made him stop his pace, turning around to face Thor with a questioning look.
"Will you die?" anguish wrapped around each word. The pained look in those blue eyes were sending knives through Loki's heart. How he wanted to guarantee he wouldn't die, but he couldn't do that. If they hadn't met then he would surely already be dead by now. If he didn't consume his heat with his intended then he would also die, but he didn't want to put the guilt and choice on his mate. It wasn't fair to throw the decision of his life onto the one who held his heart.
A hand was placed gently against Loki's blue cheek. The color of deep ocean blue skin and sun kissed yellow skin contrasted but also melted together. Their different temperatures mingled and sent shivers of pleasure down Loki's spine. Unintentionally, he closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.
His own hand came up and held Thor's in place, snuggling like a Night Cat with it.
He didn't want to leave Thor. He didn't want this to end, but how could they stay together when their worlds wouldn't let them be together. Thor's father, Odin, wouldn't let his only heir sleep with a Jotun. It wouldn't be accepted by Asgard and as King, Thor was required to marry a Queen. A woman. Loki wasn't neither male or female. He had nothing to offer. The throne of Jotunheim was no longer his to carry. His younger brother, a true looking Jotun, was now heir to this ice world.
All the same, Jotunheim would never accept an Asgardian as his consort. Even if he bore royal blood, it wouldn't be forgiven if he slept with their bitter enemy. Royal or not, he could be killed.
How cruel their worlds were.
A lone tear spilled from his eye, clear as crystal and freezing just below his cheek bone, resting on Thor's finger.
"I can't promise what will happen to me. I don't see much of a future for me and after we part I doubt we will see each other again." It was too painful. It was gut wrenching. How he wished he had been born an Asgardian. If he had then life wouldn't feel so hopeless.
Thor's other hand came up and cradled his other cheek, gently holding the Jotun's face in his strong hands. He waited until the other prince was looking at him with those soul searching green eyes. They reminded him of the green meadows of Asgard. The place he loved most of all. The one place he felt free and at peace.
"I will make another guess." he said softly, barely enough to carry over the ice. "But this time I hope I'm wrong."
Loki couldn't suppress the smile from blooming over his lips. "Go ahead." his voice was scorned by sorrow and heartbreak.
"750?" Thor whispered only for them, his voice betraying his true wish.
Loki's smile never faltered as he looked over Thor's face. "Wrong, my dear Asgardian."
Neither of them showed even a hint or regret as they leaned forward and their lips touched in that familiar gesture. It was over all to quick.
"How much older are you?" Thor asked in a whispering voice, husky.
"Would it surprise you if I told you I'm much, much older?" Loki watched Thor's reaction.
Thor smiled like he knew a secret only for himself.
"751." he brought their lips together in a second kiss, lingering somewhat after the initial touch.
"752." Loki barely had time to gather his heart when his lips was once more caught in an intense kiss.
"753." They had barely ended when Thor came with the next number, continuing it without hesitation.
"754." Loki was now gasping for breath, his mind spinning as his arms wrapped around Thor's shoulders.
"755." Thor's fingers cradled the back of Loki's head and his other around the slimmer waist.
"756." Loki's heat was rising in the pit of his stomach. Threatening to rage out of control.
"757." Finally lost in the sensation Thor created in his body and soul, Loki only let out a whimper that begged him not to stop.
"758 to 760."
This time Loki's mouth was completely plundered. His lips parted and their tongues dueled for domain, tasting, teasing, seducing each other. Loki was lost in Thor's body heat, pressing his whole body against the other. Not bother to hide his obvious desire as his heat raged inside his body. Demanding him to mate.
It was intense and breathtaking all the same time. Neither noticed when their air ran out in their lungs. Not breaking contact, they breathed in through their noses and just continued their heated moment.
Finally, the burning in their lungs became to much and as they separated and gasped in air, their lips brushed against each other, wanting more.
Thor was about to give in to his desire when Loki's eyes opened and crimson eyes stared back at him. It was unsettling and rattled him slightly.
"Your eyes." he tried to say but his words twisted around each other. "Your eyes." he finally managed to get out.
"What about them?" Loki leaned forward and licked those licious lips.
"They are red."
Loki did his best to wrap his mind around the meaning of those words, push through his heat. "Are they..." he gasped as his lower region was unintentionally stimulated by Thor's hard body. "what kind of red?" He would lose his mind soon.
"Clear red." Thor answered.
That answer hit Loki hard. His eyes were clear red? Impossible.
"Loki?" Thor asked when the Jotun turned silent and still.
Loki's hand reached up and closed around one of his eyes. "Clear red?" he gasped. "Are you sure?"
Thor wasn't sure what was happening so all he did was nod.
This time Loki's body shock with something else.
Joy?
Happiness?
Wonder?
His eyes were clear red. The only times he had heard of this was in books. Tales of long forgotten tales. Tales of legend.
His eyes watered.
"Loki?" Thor was now officially scared. He had no idea what was happening and now the Jotun was crying. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." he lifted his blue hands up to Thor's neck and caressed them in a smooth movement. "Nothing is wrong Thor. Everything is finally right." He stepped forward and hugged Thor. "Absolutely perfect."
Unable to understand what was happening to Loki, he could only link his arms around the other and hold him close.
The Ice Wolf howled where it stood and it caught their attention. But as they turned to look what was wrong the ice beneath them cracked and shattered into a million pieces. The only sound that followed them was the sound of the Ice Wolfs howling.
TBC
