Books
Fandral was resisting the horrible urge to throw books on the pale-sandstone floor. Up on the wall, in silver, stag-headed sconces, emerald-flames refracted off the yew shelves. One time when he'd asked Loki why he preferred stags to bulls Loki had answered that, "Stags are more graceful. Also, when they fight they have to think or risk losing their antlers. I think they represent me far better than bulls do."
'Knowledge something he i-was good at. So many shelves and I think I've looked through half of them by now.'
Head in his hands, he murmured, "Where are they ? Where are they ! He told me where he kept them. Arrgh."
Annoyed, he shook himself then walked out of the otherwise dim library chamber into Loki's bedchamber. Unlike Thor's chambers, Loki's were half-darkened by bolts of black silk on the bottom halves of the giant arched-windows. Impulsively, he crawled into the middle of the dark-emerald blanketed bed, laying his head on a pillow. Closed his eyes and tried to remember.
Flashback
'He said he was going to show me where the books were when he woke up. Well, he never said he had to wake up by himself.'
Slightly sore, and knowing Loki would be just as much, he grinned and reached back onto the small table to grab the pearl-white feather. A second later, he dragged the feather's tip over Loki's cheekbone. Deeply asleep or seeming so, Loki's cheek twitched and he murmured, "...Fish..." followed by gibberish.
That made him smother his laughter before he slowly slid the feather over the pale-pink lips, down the pale throat. As he made a few passes over Loki's nipples, he leaned down pressing light kisses against the edges of Loki's mouth. Faint murmurs followed by, " 'Ral." from his love while he sucked on the fuller bottom lip. His breath caught as sleepy, but lustful emerald-eyes fluttered open.
Soft lips moved against his as Loki chuckled, "O my dearest, dashing Fandral." A slight headshake and fingers slowly stroked and rubbed over his ribs. The tease continued, "Are you truly so eager for books that you don't want me ?" Pale fingers slid upward over his deftly stealing the feather.
He shivered and moaned at the soft, silky feeling as it trailed agonizingly slowly over his left nipple, down his chest and the side of his hip - all the while Loki pouted seductively. With the building pleasure and pressure in his cock it was hard to answer. "N-no, you were taking too long to wake up."
His breath hissed out as Loki stroked him slowly, mischief joining the lust in those pretty eyes. Hair brushed against his neck as Loki sucked on his pulse.
Loki pulled away with a smirk, "You know what they say about waking horned beasts, love. You wanted that information so badly and now you can pleasurably suffer. Unless, I feel like being nice. Do I ?" Loki pushed him onto his back, smoothly straddling then rutting against him with a deliberately hoarse moan.
The feather fluttered onto his chest as he breathed, "Ye-s." Slowly, he slid his arms around Loki's neck, twining his fingers in the black-hair to pull him down and kiss him deeply.
Through the pleasure haze, it half-relieved and half-frustrated him as Loki suddenly murmured, "Their on the farthest right shelf from the door and on the top left of that."
Instead he huffed, "Later." wrapping his legs around Loki's back.
Another chuckle as Loki stroked his cheek, then, "You do remember the oil is cold."
It made him groan, "So...warm it."
"Of course, love." Loki picked up the bowl from the table's edge, emerald-fire flaring around the bowl before it died. The bowl was slowly put down before Loki dipped his fingers in.
'Ah, so beautiful, he's all mine and I his.'
End Flashback
With a half-moan, he opened his eyes pushed the memory away and himself upright. It shocked him to see that pearly feather rested on the table as he rolled off the bed. The sight of it had him biting his lip until it hurt, then he forced himself to walk into the library. 'I came here to find the books and by Verdandi I'm going to !'
When he pulled the first book out it was enormous, bound in blue-leather and embossed with a golden representation of Yggdrasil. Desperate, but forcing himself to be careful he looked through the thin, crackling parchment pages - over runes and illuminated drawings - for a summoning ritual. Nothing...there was nothing ! His hands shook as he put the book back and took out the second to look through it.
'No ! No, no. How can there be nothing ? He's...gone, he's gone. What's the use ? It's useless, useless, useless.' He put the book back, agony rushed through him and he started slamming his head on the shelf with a hysterical laugh.
Impossibly Loki's voice, sharp and shocked, echoed through the library, "Fandral, stop it, you'll hurt yourself !"
Unconsciously wrapping his arms around himself, he stopped and looked up. Loki ran towards him this time looking heart-breakingly worried before in a blink it turned into Otr. Dimly, he realized that it had really been Otr talking and the golden armour reflected the emerald-fire as the Einherjar stopped beside him.
Otr demanded, "What were you thinking ?!" A hand rested on his cheek as grey-eyes stared at him. Quieter, "Hurting yourself isn't healthy at any time, much less now. Believe me he wouldn't want you to do this to yourself."
Fingers slid through his hair as he slid to kneel on the floor. He whispered, "I know, Norns, I know, but it hurts. I'm sorry, you lost your mother and yet you're helping me."
Otr pulled his helmet off and joined him on the floor. "She would understand, Fandral."
A few seconds later, he found himself leaning against the brown-haired man. It startled him when Otr started humming a familiar melody.
Sharply, he heard himself bark, "Where did you learn that ?"
Regret in Otr's voice as he answered, "It got stuck in my head a few days ago. I'm sorry."
He felt too drained to get truly angry again and just further slumped against the Einherjar. Saffron enveloped him, mentally he just...drifted and wished.