Loki walked with Thor back to the palace and to his bedchambers. He smiled gently to the blonde man and moved to kiss his lips gently. "Goodnight, Thor. I'll see you in the morn."
"Goodnight, Loki. Sleep well." Thor replied with a soft smile to the other, kissing his forehead softly before leaving to go back to his own bedchambers. He couldn't help but smile a bit, rather glad everything had gone well that night.
Loki stripped off his robes and pulled on his nightclothes, going to bed and yawning tiredly. He slept easily through the night. Instead of the usual nightmares he had, he dreamt about himself and Thor, living together happily all throughout eternity. He smiled a bit at the thought of it through his sleep, cuddling into his pillows and blankets.
Thor slept just as peacefully, dreaming of nothing but Loki and him spending their days together happily, never having to worry about a thing.
If only that bliss had lasted a bit longer.
Loki slept peacefully, only waking when he felt something that felt like ice clamp over his mouth, his entire body turning blue almost instantly at the chill. He frowned and thrashed around, trying to free himself from the cold grip as he was lifted off the bed, his feet not being able to touch the ground. He watched as his captor opened a portal in front of them, stepped through, and closed it, landing them in the icy palace of Jotunheim.
"My apologies, prince Loki. We knew you wouldn't come on your own free will." The Jotun said to him as he set the smaller down on the cold ground.
"Of course I wouldn't! I was perfectly happy in Asgard." Loki replied testily, frowning at the taller Jotun.
"Your brothers, Byleistr and Helblindi have been slain in battle, prince. You are the last and only heir to the throne of Jotunheim and King Laufey is on his deathbed." The other explained to him as he was surrounded by a bunch of other servants, measuring him and murmuring in their native Jotun.
"I really don't get a choice in this, do I?" Loki asked with a small frown as he felt the giantesses' hands taking his measurements.
"I'm afraid you do not, prince." The only servant who spoke the Common Tongue replied to him.
Loki sighed; figuring that must have been what Thor had felt like when he'd been practically forced to take the throne. He figured he'd figure things out later, knowing he really couldn't leave the realm at the moment in time.
He was lead off to his new bedchambers for the rest of the night, though he found that he couldn't sleep at all, just sitting in the bed there that was really more of a nest of blankets and cushions. He sighed and moved to conjure up some paper and a quill with ink, writing a letter to Thor to tell him not to panic or start a war or anything. He wrote that he was perfectly fine and they'd figure things out later. For now, he had to get everything in line so he'd be ready to become king after Laufey's funeral.
He sighed when he finished the letter, using magic to send it to the blonde man, along with a rose.
Thor found the note and flower at the foot of his bed as he awoke the next morning. He smiled a bit as he recognized his brother's penmanship, opening the letter. He read it, his smile fading as he realized his brother had been taken and he hadn't even been able to protect him. He suddenly found that he felt absolutely terrible.
The blonde didn't think at all as he moved to clothe himself in warm furs and boots, walking out to the Bifrost in the early morning.
"Heimdall, I need to go to Jotunheim." He said plainly to the gatekeeper, who nodded to him and promptly opened the gate for him.
A couple servants had come into Loki's room the next morning, moving to help him get dressed into the traditional Jotun clothes that draped around his waist and hips, leaving his chest and torso bare. Another servant moved to start braiding Loki's hair, weaving green and read jewels into it intricately, then putting golden bands around his wrists and upper arms, then his ankles.
He was then lead out of the room and met the servant who'd brought him there outside the dining hall for breakfast.
"I must say sir, you truly look like a worthy king." The servant said to him as they walked together into the dining hall that was filled with other Jotun dignitaries.
"Are you implying I didn't yesterday?" Loki asked him with a cock of his eyebrow.
"Well, no, of course not, sir. It's just, you look far more Jotun now."
Loki nodded and sighed. "I suppose I do."
"I figure it is my duty to tell you, your father passed away last night. The funeral shall be this evening and your coronation will be tomorrow morning. My name is Svivor, sir, and I'll be the one to help you learn our language and get settled here."
Loki sighed and looked up at Svivor. "How long have you been building up to drop that bomb on me?"
"A while now, sir."
Loki sighed and chuckled softly. "Well, at least you're an honest man." He said as he moved to sit down at the long table, smoothing his garments underneath him.
Svivor couldn't help but smile softly at that and sat down beside the smaller man, eating with him contently and handing him a small basket of what looked to be colored ice crystals.
Loki looked down at them and took a couple into his hand, letting them fall into his mouth. His eyes widened, as they seemed to melt instantly and fill his mouth with a sweet, fruity juice. He took even more and set them on his plate.
Svivor smiled a bit at the soon-to-be king, glad he didn't seem too opposed to his fate. He turned around as another servant, who whispered something into his ear, tapped him on the shoulder. He then turned back to Loki. "My prince, Thor Odinson of Asgard is requesting your audience." He whispered.
Loki sighed and nodded, finishing his food. "Let him meet me in the throne room." He replied, the other servant running off to deal with Thor. "Svivor, you need to show me where the throne room is." He said to the taller Jotun, who just nodded and laughed a bit, leading Loki away.