Pairing: Thor/Loki (still hasn't changed)

Rating: T (for now, but will be M later)

Word Count: Don't know and don't care

Summary: During a war, Thor meets slave boy!Loki who's hurt and takes him to Asgard because he can't fix broken bones. After he's healed, he doesn't wanna take him back, so he keeps him in his room to try and hide him from Odin and…other peeps. Other stuff happens too. AU, Mpreg, umm…yuss.

Warnings: Um…Loki's mind asplodes?

Don't own Thor movie obviously. If I did…yeah, let's not go there.

Favorite Story: psychokeller

Story Alert: Aira Silver, Darkling, Jazzledoodle, PrettyPieceOfFlesh, psychokeller

Review: Atsu Tenshi

PM: Vitreus Rose (that totally counts, stfu; and because you were giving me advice and shit)

I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday. My laptop got a virus (one of those fake anti-virus programs that downloads itself onto a computer) and now I can't open anything. So I had to retype the whole chapter. And I'm flippin' my shit right now because everything I have written (fanfiction and original works) is saved on my laptop and I am unable to even open my word program because the virus thinks that IT is a virus.

But on a happier note, Happy ChristmaHanuKwanzadanSolstice! I hope y'all didn't miss me too much. So! Without further ado...

Chapter 10: Loki, You Have Some 'Splainin to Do

Loki felt uneasy about this room, and the doors hadn't even been opened yet. When Thor pushed one open, they walked into a large room that had a few pillars that extended to the high ceiling. Where a wall should have been, there was openness. The cliffs of Asgard could be seen, as well as the Bifrost. Convenient. In the center of the room, raised upon some steps, was an oval shaped bed with layers of furs. Next to it was a golden sword that was sheathed in the floor. Sitting by the bed, wash cloth in hand, was none other than the Queen herself.

"I did not expect to see you again so soon, Thor. Loki."

"Mother. What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question. But I won't. I am cleaning Odin's bed to keep myself busy," Frigga replied as she scrubbed the cloth along the metal frame. "Loki, what is your opinion of our home?"

"It is lovely, um..." She was looking at him expectantly. "Um...Lady Frigga."

"Hmm. I suppose it will suffice," she said with a smile. Loki let out a sigh of relief. "Come sit here so you can have a closer look."

Loki looked up at Thor, who nodded. He hesitantly approached the bed and sat down across from Frigga. She set down the wash cloth and reached around the back and felt for something. Loki noticed that the room was becoming darker, and when he looked behind him he saw the wall was sliding closed. Once it was almost completely dark, a faint glow next to him illuminated the room. There was some kind of golden force field over the bed, and there was a thin fog on top of it.

"This helps to keep him comfortable. It absorbs any pain and ailments from his body and keeps him safe from harm." Loki nodded to let her know he was listening. "These are furs from animals that Thor and Odin have killed on hunts together. This bear was the first," Frigga said while running her palm over the soft pelt. "You may feel if you'd like."

Loki's lips curled up in a shy smile. His fingers were about to breech the golden barrier when he felt a sensation similar to that of having freezing water splashed onto one's face. He saw himself in the weapons vault towering over Odin and shouting at him until the elderly man lost consciousness. The scene changed and he was in this room sitting across from Frigga like he was now. She was holding a sleeping Odin's hand. He heard himself ask if there was any hope for Thor. What was that supposed to mean? Did something happen to Thor?

When the pain became too much, Loki held his head tight. He didn't realize he had fallen until his back collided with a solid surface and he felt a secure grip on both of his arms. He really needed to stop, more or less, running into things.

"Loki, are you alright? What happened?" Thor asked, worry laced in his voice. "Did you see something?" The younger man didn't answer. He slowly lifted his gaze and looked at Frigga. Her blue eyes shined with an emotion that looked like sympathy. Does she have visions too? "Come on, Loki. Let's go."

As the two men walked towards the door, Loki glanced over his shoulder to see that Frigga had returned to the task of cleaning the bed. The door closed and he could no longer see her. Once in the hallway, Loki faced forward to see that Thor was giving him a pointed look. It was almost comedic. What would have made it better was if Thor had placed his hands on his hips and tapped his foot.

"I know. I'll tell you, but can we talk...not in the hallway?"

"Good. We shall return to my chambers immediately."

For some reason Loki felt like Thor was mad at him. And if he wasn't at the present time, he probably would be after he finished explaining. So much to look forward to. After entering the room, Loki sat heavily on the bed with his hands between his knees and stared at the floor. He looked up when he saw Thor's boots stop about a foot in front of him.

"Do you want me to just tell you?"

"That would be best." Loki let out a sigh before speaking.

"I saw two things. The first was in the weapons vault."

"You sure seem to like that room."

"Not this time. I was on the steps and I was yelling at your father."

"What were you saying to him?" Thor asked with hesitation.

"Something about him favoring you and not having a Frost Giant on the throne. I don't know why, I've never even seen a Frost Giant up close."

"Well why would we ever allow a Frost Giant to be King of Asgard? It would make no sense."

"Yeah. Right."

"Then what happened?"

"He lost consciousness."

"You made him fall into the Odinsleep," Thor said in almost a whisper.

"That's the next part. I was in that room with your mother. We were sitting together, just like before. Your father was in that bed."

"Where was I?"

"That's the final part. I asked her what hope there was for you. I don't know what that meant."

"Anything else?"

"I looked different."

"How so?"

"My hair was out of my face, with some kind of gel I suppose. And my clothes were much nicer than these. No offense to Sif. And I seemed angry about something."

"I think I would get a headache from all of that, too."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No. Why would I be mad at you?"

"You just seemed upset since we left. I thought you were angry with me."

"No, I'm not angry with you. I could never be angry with you."

Loki looked down at the floor again and clenched his hands into fists. He had said those exact words only a few hours prior. He flinched when Thor's face came into view as he kneeled in front of him. His eyes then followed the hand that went to his forehead and brushed his bangs back. When Thor set that arm down on his bent knee, Loki raised an eyebrow.

"I like your hair better like this. When you have your bangs slicked back it makes you look like you have a big forehead."

"I do not have a big forehead," Loki seethed. "You're just jealous."

"Of course."

"I know you aren't very fond of it, but would it be alright if we went back to the library? We don't have to if you really don't want to."

"I suppose we can. Was there any time in particular?"

"No. Just whenever you want."

"Was there something in particular that you wanted to go back for? Or do you just want to look around?"

"Actually..."

"Go on. You can tell me."

"I was kind of hoping to learn a little bit more about Ragnarok."

"Of all the subjects of information in that library, you choose Ragnarok."

"I'm sorry."

"It could be worse," Thor said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"It's just...you told me that your brother's death is what triggers it. I want to know why. I just think that's kind of strange, that's all."

"No, I understand. It is a rather strange and horrific event. Dinner is not for another few hours, so we have some free time. Would you like to go now?"

"No. I think I have seen enough of the palace for one day. Um, is tomorrow okay?"

"Of course. And now that the soldiers are back, I can show you the training grounds while there are people using them!"

"Oh. Can't wait."

Yay more contradictions! Whooooooaaa, shit just got real. Loki, you need to lay off the crack. Fo real. I think Thor learned the word "suffice" from his mom. Just sayin'. I just made up all that stuff about the blankets and the yellow glowy stuff. That's just how my head canon works. So I think the next couple chapters are gonna be pretty boring and uneventful, but that's for y'all to decide.

I saw War Horse today! Yeah, it is depressing. Oh muh guh Tom and Benedict what you two do to me. Seriously, Tom, your "oh shit" face just...ugh JESUS MARY JOSEPH CHRIST. And I swear to God my eyes were focused in on his crotch the entire time; I think only Tumblr people will get it. Benedict's voice is as soothing as bathing in warm milk, my God. I wonder what he sounds like during sex. I'm just gonna shut up now.