When Loki reappeared in Ásgard, Heimdal gave him a questioning stare- he had no doubt seen the entirety of the princes encounter with Laufey and therefore knew the agreement. The guardian wondered silently what the prince had planned as he watched Loki smile at him and walk away.

As the prince made his way through the city, he kept up his new appearance as an experiment. He noted that while he was still stared at, it was in wonder rather than suspicion or fear for surely the people had never seen this fair skinned man who dressed like royalty before. Loki mused that maybe he would continuously use this glamour since it made him and the rest of Ásgard more comfortable. Not that he cared about anyone else's perception of him... that's what he told himself.

Arriving at a large bricked mansion, Loki grabbed the knocker and rapped it against the door. He sighed and waited, tapping his fingers against his thigh. The door opened and a young girl stood at attention.

"Can I help you, sir?" The girl asked.

Loki straightened his posture, "Yes, I must speak to Lady Freyja."

The girl became nervous and turned to look behind her at the second floor of the home where there was an open door- Freyja's bedroom. She looked back at Loki with a blush on her face,

"Well, umm, she's... rather busy right now."

Loki clicked his tongue and forced the door open, letting himself in, "This is more important than whomever she is with." The servant girl stood by the door frame, stammering at the man who just let himself into her master's home. "And fetch Prince Thor; I need him here right away."

"Who shall I say sends for him?"

He almost shouted at her for her question but remembered he was still under his glamour and therefor did not look like himself.

"Prince Loki." He said.

The girl gaped at him in disbelief, appalled that someone would call themselves after one of the princes of Ásgard, no matter how scary the blue prince was.

Loki noticed her stillness and looked at her expectantly, "Go." he said to her and she hustled out of the mansion. He shut the door behind her and stood, looking up at Freyja's open door and he listened to her soft giggling laughter float out.

He sighed and then shouted across the house, "Freyja!"

It was silent for a moment.

"What?" she shouted back from the room.

"Get down here, I need to talk to you."

"I am currently indisposed." she called back in a sing-song tone.

"I don't care!"

It was silent again and Loki looked around the lady's home while he waited for her. She had apparently redecorated since his last visit- all her furniture were a polished, dark red wood trimmed in gold. Even the curved staircase to his left wad been redone in the new materials; the banister and newel topped in leaf engraved gold. He heard an exasperated sigh and mumbles and then she appeared at the railing, her gaze going from irritated to surprised.

"Loki?"

"Mmhmm."

Freyja grinned at him and another person exited the bedroom from behind her, pulling his shirt on. She turned to him and Loki watched their exchange rather than heard it. Her hands were splayed open over the man's chest and she pushed her lips out in a pout as she spoke to him. The man himself- spiky brown hair and the strangest beard and mustache Loki had ever seen; stranger than Fandral's- was smirking at her but keeping his hands to himself. He laughed soundlessly and nodded and Freyja smiled. She lowered her hands and the man began to walk down the stairs, the lady following a few steps behind him. Loki took this moment to observe the man's strange clothes. He hardly knew how to describe them apart from thin materials, dark colours, and the letters 'AC/DC' spelled across his chest. Looking up at his face and the ridiculous (Loki decided) facial hair, he saw the man watching him too, or rather, sizing him up.

Freyja stepped in front of the odd man at the bottom of the steps and lead him to the door. As he walked by Loki to leave the mansion, they locked eyes and glared, both irritated at each other for completely different reasons. And then he was gone and the door shut behind him.

'What in Yggdrasil is "AC/DC"?' Loki wondered to himself.

He was drawn back into reality by his lady friend, who smiled at him,

"Well, aren't you handsome in your pearly white skin!" she said appraisingly and Loki rewarded her with a sheepish smile. "Though I do prefer your blue sky skin, you know me," she said as she pulled him near the table and pushed him into a chair. She called out for her servant girl to bring them drinks before Loki told her he had sent the girl out to fetch his brother, and she raised her eyebrows in question just as Thor burst through the front door breathing hard and his hair blown back as though he had run all the way from the palace. He probably had, thinking it terribly strange for a little girl to be Loki's messenger.

His bright blue eyes settled on Freyja's and then the man sitting beside her. His eyes widened in recognition and surprise, "Loki?"

Loki glanced at his brother cooly, then looked back at Freyja, "What's the finest dress you have?"

"This is humiliating, brother!"

Thor and Loki sat in a large and extravagant cart at their landing spot in Jotunheim, just starting to head off to King Laufey. The wood was stained a dark forest green and was lined along the edges in gold plating- even the two muscled goats that pulled the cart had their horns gilded. Thor had made a crack abut their horns compared to Loki's crown when he was forced into the cart on the rainbow bridge and had received a tart smack to the back of his head for it.

Thor tugged at the veil covering his face and grumbled loudly, "This tickles my head like a thousand ants crawling upon it!"

"Well, don't take it off, I don't care how itchy you are," Loki shouted from his seat at the reins. A permanent smirk had been on Loki's lips since they left Asgard- there was no way Freyja was going to agree to be the Jotun Kings wife, Loki knew that the moment Laufey named his terms, and he'd had a plan in mind. So here they were, dressed to the nines, Thor in the finest Aesir wedding dress and Loki dressed as 'her' handmaiden. Loki didn't mind the dress except for the tight bodice he wore- it was similar to his usual Frost Giant garb. Thor, however, was beside himself. When the pale-skinned Loki told his brother of the plan, oh the fit he threw! An As as thick, muscled, and as manly as Thor was, wearing a wedding dress and parading himself in front of the King of Jotunheim? Impossible and ridiculous. He only, very reluctantly, agreed when Loki told him it was the only way he'd get Mjolnir back.

As Loki guided them through the icy lands, Thor shivered harshly and declared that he hated Jotunheim while Loki rolled his eyes. Upon arriving in the capital city, the two princes were surprised to find the place empty- just empty as it had been when Loki had come before. Loki silenced his brother when he attempted to comment on it- they were on dangerous grounds now, they need to play their parts right from here on out.

Loki, in his bridesmaids dress, led the cart towards the palace and was greeted by two guards, the same two who had met Loki when he arrived as a male. They did not recognize him. The Jötnar prompted them to the leave the cart and goats that drew it at the entrance, guaranteeing that it would be there waiting for them when the bridesmaid made a fuss about wanting the goats kept nearby. Her excuse was that the goats were on lend to her and Lady Freyja by Prince Thor and he would become cross if she were to return home to Asgard without them or in poor condition. It was true- the two goats were Thor's and he did love them a lot and they were, for the time being, in 'Freyja' and handmaiden 'Lorien's care. Loki was still confused about his compulsion to tell as few lies as possible to the Frost Giant King, but he tried his best to ignore it and get this escapade over with.

Loki slipped of the drivers bench and opened the back gate of the cart, motioning to Thor to climb out. He did so, and nearly fell into the snow when he stepped on the edge of his long dress. Luckily, his brother had been there to steady him, chuckling all the while at his large brothers lack of grace. After getting out of the cart safely, Thor pivoted with the swiftness of a lady and smacked Loki on the back of his head while he latched the gate back into place. The two attending Frost Giants exchanged looks of nervousness with wide eyes as the smaller 'girl' hissed in pain and rubbed the back of her head, glaring at the 'lady' to be wed. Thor straightened himself into a dignified lady's posture and gripped a portion of the gown he wore, lifting it a few inches while he walked purposefully past the guards and into the palace.

"Excuse my girl," Thor said in his nicest female octave, "her mother had a weak grip and a hard floor."

Loki tensed his jaw and ground his teeth at the insult, but trailed after his brother into the palace with the guards still looking a bit bewildered, wondering if Laufey would really want to marry this woman.

After the guards caught up with the 'women', they led them to a large set of doors where they waited for other guards who watched from the dark rafters of the palace to inform the king of their presence. Loki felt like he was at the coronation ceremony again, waiting to be introduced and politely clapped at and ogled. At least in Loki's mind, Thor was the odd one this time. But as the iced doors opened wide, the two (and also the guards) were greeted with a blast of welcoming shouts and cheers- Frost Giants stood and sat around a long stone table, all clapping and smiling at the arrival of Lady Freyja. King Laufey himself stood on the far side of the room, only having stood from his seat at the head of the table, but he smiled wide and motioned for his wife-to-be to come closer and sit beside him.

The Frost Giants still clapped and cheered as Loki led the way to Laufey and pulled out Thor's chair for him as a bridesmaid should, arranging his dress neatly around his feet and then sat on his other side, keeping Thor between him and his biological father. Laufey then raised his hands to silence his audience and he beamed happily as he began a small speech about his new wife. The Frost Giants around the table smiled and nodded during his talk, looking truly happy for the occasion. To Loki, the King sounded sincere and just a tad choked up, as if he couldn't believe he was marrying Freyja- like it was his life-long dream. For all Loki knew, it was- no Jötun was immune to Freyja's charms, Loki included.

Once the Kings speech was concluded, he called for the feast to begin and all the trays on the table were uncovered to reveal their dishes. Thor loaded up his plate immediately until it nearly overflowed- doing the same for his mug of mead. Loki only picked a few things and stared almost in disgust at Thor's plate and how he shoveled it into his mouth under the veil. When he guzzled his mead, Loki glimpsed him begin to lift his mug to dash it on the ground and promptly halted his arm with a firm grip, leaning near his ear to whisper harshly,

"Don't you dare throw that cup to the ground! Only men do that Lady Freyja."

Thor grumbled quietly as he put the mug down on the table, "Is that why you never do it?"

That little insult earned him a rough kick under the table, but it seemed worth it, and he let his glass be refilled as he brought a leg of beef up to his mouth.

Thor stuffed himself along with the other Frost Giants, not paying any attention when his brother tried to get him to slow down- saying something about 'lady-like' or some such; Thor wasn't really listening. When King Laufey began to count the number of times his wife-to-be refilled her plate and cup, he began to laugh in surprised amusement and indicated Freyja when his guests looked to him.

"Have you ever seen a lady put away so much food? Or- ha!- drink more than her king?"

Loki knew that Laufey didn't mean anything rude, merely commenting and even complimenting his fiancee, but if the visitors said nothing it would be a little awkward. He put a dainty hand over Thor's arm and smiled at the king of Jötunheim,

"Lady Freyja has not eaten for eight days she was so elated when she was told of your request for her hand."

Laufey looked pleased with Loki's explanation and he leaned toward Thor with the intent to kiss 'her', lifting the veil from 'her' face.

If Thor was completely honest when he would tell this story to his comrades, the reason his eyes were so wide and 'fearful' (as Laufey would comment) was because he nearly wet himself at the thought of kissing the Frost Giant King. But he would insist that his eyes burned with fire at his anger for Laufey having kept Mjölnir from him. It was true enough- he was furious about that, but never you mind that he keeps certain details to himself. Let it be said though that the one thought on his mind just then was 'thank the Norns I shaved my beard'.

Laufey did comment on Thor's eyes- how frightening they were and Loki was quick to explain away the burn of Thor's cheeks and shockingness of his eyes as a week of sleeplessness from how hot 'Freyja' was to come to Laufey's side. Loki made sure his eyebrows wiggled up and down as he said 'hot' just to play to the King's ego.

"Sire, if I may so inquire," Loki spoke quietly across his brother in his nicest lady voice while the rest of the guests went back to their meals and conversations, "I was informed of an object I am to bring back with me to Asgard- would you enlighten me?"

Laufey's smile did not falter at the light reminder of his promise to return Mjölnir, he was too pleased at his supposed capture of the illustrious Freyja. He leaned to one side of his seat and beckoned down a guards ear for his to whisper into. The guard nodded and walked away through a door behind the king. Thor straightened up when Loki whispered to him what was coming; he began to beef himself up despite the wedding gown he wore, trying to get ready for the next phase of the plan. When the guard returned and Thor saw his hammer being swung by the strap in the guards fingers, anger slowly boiled up in his veins. His only thoughts were of the audacity of Laufey to steal the thunderer's hammer and use it as leverage for Lady Freyja's hand in marriage. It infuriated him!

The guard handed the hammer to Laufey who kneeled before Thor in his wedding dress and laid it on the disguised man's lap. The firm weight of his beloved weapon shot a surge of strength through Thor and he placed a firm grip on the handle, flexing around it tightly. The Jötunheim king still kneeled as he began to quietly speak to his bride, stating again something similar to his first speech when Thor could not stand the sound of his voice any longer. As quick as a flash of lightning, Thor lifted his hammer and, with a mighty swing, drove it straight into Laufey's head. Screams and gasps were strangled out of the guests as the King's royal blue blood splattered onto the table and floor and onto the veil covering Thor's face. For a moment no one moved, too shocked by this brutal event- even Loki was stunned, but certainly not just from the blow, but also from the thoughts that raced through his mind of the consequences for what Thor had just done. But he was pulled out of his thoughts as Thor jerked him out of his chair and began to rush down the halls, running from the guards who finally began to react to the death of their king and chased them with murderous intent.

As the two men in dresses hustled through the halls, thankful that Loki had memorized their way in, Thor began to chuckle with the adrenaline running through him. Loki heard his laughing and scowled,

"You're laughing?!" He shouted as they turned another corner, "You just killed the King of Jötunheim and you're laughing?! Thor!"

"Did you see the look on their faces? You'd believe they've never before seen a man in a dress!" Thor laughed.

"That is not what we're talking about! This was not part of the- Where is the cart?"

The brothers had reached the entrance of the palace only to find that the cart had disappeared, making their getaway difficult.

"Risnir! Njóstr?" Thor called for his goats, but they did not come to him. The brothers heard the shouts of the guards coming closer and they looked to find them charging closer, soon to close in on them. "Damn." Thor muttered and twirled his hammer about in a circle beside him. He reached around the waist of his brother and pulled him tight to his side, "Hold on." He said, and with a thrust of Mjölnir forward, the two were jerked off the ground and drug through the air by the force, hurtling away from the Frost Giants. Loki's arms held tightly around his blonde brother as the wind whipped their faces and clothes sharply.

"Argh, Thor- inform me when you're to send us flying through the air!" Loki shouted in complaint.

When they landed at their entry point into Jötunheim from the bifrost, Thor immediately called for Heimdal to bring them home to Asgard.

Upon re-entry to their home realm, the brothers collapsed onto their knees and gasped and panted from the chase, adrenaline just beginning to fall away, and Thor chuckled deeply but slowly still. Loki smacked his brother on the arm as he got up, ripping the bridesmaids gown off himself and revealing the base layers of his regular attire underneath. He threw the gown on the floor and snarled at the thunderer.

"What in the realms were you thinking? The plan was to return home with Mjölnir and Jötunheim intact! Not to commit regicide!"

"I was not aware of the details of the plan." Thor said, attempting to defend himself, but his already wavering smile weakened further.

"Are you so dull that I must make plain every facet of the plot before execution?" Loki exhaled hard and tried to calm himself before squatting in front of his massive sibling and leaning in close. "Thor," he said quietly, "You killed Laufey... Do you understand?"

Thor looked at his hammer beside him on the golden floors of the bifrost gate and saw the cerulean blood that still coated one end of the lump of uru, a feeling of dreadful realization coming upon him through the fog of adrenaline. The distress he showed on his face when he looked up to his disguised Frost Giant brother led Loki to sympathy as the blonde brought his meaty hand to his face and stammered.

"The word you're searching for is 'fuck'." Loki supplied without a hint of humour. He pat his large brother on the shoulder and helped him to his feet, waving Heimdal away as the two made their trek over the rainbow bridge.

So Thor got a couple jabs in at Loki this time, I can't let Loki have all the fun.

If the whole scene of Laufey being killed and the two running away feels a little weird, I will blame it on the music I was listening to at the time (which were "Where's Your Head At" by Basement Jaxx and "Fighting Man" by DJ Pone and Drixxxie). Odd killing and escape music.

Loki and Tony saw each other for the first time, finally. I'm sorry- only a couple more chapters and then they'll... sorta meet. It'll be pretty Tony-centric.

Also, don't get upset about other people being able to hold Mjölnir just yet, it'll be discussed in the next chapter.

I know Thor's goats names are Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjostr, I just shortened them for my use and they don't come into play often anyhow.