"Oh well now, look at this." Annar purred as he reached around Loki's long legs for the emerald encrusted diary. The sorcerer, too scared to move, watched helplessly as white, spidery fingers moved towards the spine. A loud snap echoed throughout the room, and the sizzle of ancient magic floated through the air. Annar pulled back his injured hand, standing up, chuckling. His breath swept over Loki's exposed nape, and soon his lips followed, kissing the skin softly. An involuntary shudder raced down his spine when the white man came to face him.
Molted gold met vibrant viridian in a harsh glare. A smile was stretched out on his horridly white face. "Tell me, brother," He hissed. "Has that damn fool made you his lover yet?"
Loki found his breath and answered him coldly. "I am Thor's loved one and he is mine."
Annar hissed something, but Loki had no time to decipher the dark dialect of the ancient language before he vision went black and he felt the ground hit his thin body
Fenrir ran back to Fandral, a panicked look in his eyes, a tan hand grasping the sword at his side.
"I cannot find Annar anywhere. I searched his chambers though. This is... This is most disturbing." Fenrir rushed his words, handing a piece of parchment to his brother, the page slightly crumpled from his running through the castle. The lord took it into his grasp, studying it with serious, blue-grey eyes before they widened as he realized what he was looking at.
It was Loki, drawn so clearly and so well, it looked as if it were a still of him taken from real life. But there was something dreadfully wrong with the drawing.
Loki had blue skin, with swirling raised patterns all over it. His robes were green, just like his eyes, except his eyes were red in this illustration. His brows were knit in despair and he was on his knees, hands raised up to grasp the fingers that held his raven locks in a tight grip. The pale fist was obviously Annar's, and a sword was in the other pale appendage, the blade pressed against Loki's neck, a trickle of red flowing down his collarbone. On the floor, scattered red rose petals surrounded the blue-skinned sorcerer. A white rose rested near his visible bare foot.
Fandral's hands began to shake in horror as he finally realized where he had heard Annar's and Loki's names.
Thor sulked on a step in the throne room. Odin looked at him from his spot on the balcony, hands clasped behind his back.
"Son, come here." He said gruffly to the sulking Prince. Thor got up begrudgingly, as he was terribly missing Loki. He'd just returned home, had already been yelled at by his father, while his mother had only looked at him questioningly. Of course, Heimdall had also told the King about Loki.
"Your lover," Odin began when the Prince had joined him. Thick arms crossed over a broad chest as Thor tried to physically and mentally brace himself for Odin's speech.
"He is strange. Sif told me of him after you left, you know. It is quite peculiar you went back to him." Odin spoke truthfully. He wanted to know more about this mysterious sorcerer.
"He is wonderful in so many ways. I envision living my life with him." Thor replied, not letting any of his defenses fall. "You'd have him as a courtesan? Your public whore?" Odin's words enraged the princeling whose neck was red from the heat that coursed through him.
"If you loved him you would not have him live a life like that. You will be married to a woman, Thor. If Loki had been able to give you a child, I would not have objection. Other than his birth. He is of royal blood? Or maybe carries a title?" Odin questioned.
"He knows nothing of his past." Replied the Prince curtly. The sun was beginning to set over Asgard, its' golden rays reaching long shadows over the land slowly. Odin mulled over the newly presented fact, watching the shadows grow longer, little by little. They did not speak anymore, allowing themselves to bask in silence and the sun's fading glory.
When Loki came to, his room was dark.
The moon was shining through, but there were many clouds in the sky, for it was not shining as brightly as it usually would.
The sorcerer groaned, his neck stiff. He stretched, finding that he was laying on his bed, unclothed. His hands were bound above his head, and his bottom was sore. He laid still, tears sliding down his face as he silently acknowledged what had happened to him. All was quiet, but then he heard rustling in one of the rooms near the back of the house. Slowly, he sat up, his weakened magic sizzling at the bindings on his wrists till they were gone. His body ached in various places, and it was oh-so painful to stand as he did. Making his way to the corner for his clothes, he pulled on his rarely-worn, long, swishy, green robes. They had many folds and embraced his bruised body gently.
He flinched as Annar entered the room, looking at him with great sorrow in his viridian eyes. He let out a small sound and walked slowly to sit in the chair next to his bed, holding his arms against his chest. The ghostly man looked at him, his gold orbs burning with not hate, but love. The sorcerer did not see it, as he was too tired, too hurt, too... His shoulders began to shake as he started to sob. Annar walked up next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Why?" Loki asked, voice terribly hoarse.
"Forgive me. I did not wish to force you, brother." Annar apologized, kneeling so he could look into the other's eyes. "You won't remember anything, and you don't know anything." He said, placing his hands on Loki's knees instead. "We are brothers... And I came here to kill you."
Loki tried to stand, but Annar held him down, his grasp tight on the other's legs. "However, I cannot kill you." He whispered, ignoring Loki's frightened look when he held a hand up to his face. "You are far too beautiful... Thanos lied when he said you were pure evil. I could never believe that. You are too innocent, too naive to the cruel ways of life to be anything insidious in nature."
Thanos...? Loki recalled the name, the sound of it paging off of distant, locked memories.
"I love you, Loki Laufeyson. I forgive you for killing my mother."
Loki's eyes widened. His surname? He had killed Annar's mother? Did that mean he had killed his mother as well?
"Thanos will be coming soon, to ensure I have killed you, but I cannot. Let us go. You have Asgardian money. With it, we can flee and hide. He'll never find us." Annar said quickly. Loki couldn't think. It was all too much, and the thought of hiding meant he would never see Thor again. His hands tightened around the object he had slyly held to his chest and he closed his eyes.
I have to!
"No!" He sobbed, raising it high. Annar leaned back and looked up, but a grunt left his lips as he looked down to his own chest quickly.
The handle of a silver dagger, emeralds littering its gilded surface, blossomed out of the middle of his chest.
"Fandral, are you certain?" Sif asked her fiancé, holding onto his arm as they hurriedly walked down a staircase to the stables where Fenrir was waiting with horses. "Of course I am, my love." He stopped just before the doors. "And because I am certain, it is much too dangerous for my gorgeous wife-to-be to come along." He said, holding her hands. She shot him a glare.
"Fandral, I do not know if you recall or not, but I have defeated you several times in training exercises." She said, crossing her arms. Fandral was one of the master swordsmen in Asgard, so defeating him was near to impossible, but Sif had done it many a time. "Yes, I do recall. You never let me forget." He answered with a fond smile. He heard the soft, muffled sound of hooves and knew Fenrir was ready. "Listen to me, love. There will be magic and dark forces involved. I will not have you hurt." He said urgently.
Sif looked at Fandral with worried eyes and let out a small sound of defeat before throwing her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately before jumping back. "You better return safe, with Loki as well." She threatened, turning and running up the staircase again. Fandral smiled after her then turned and went through the stable doors, pulling on leather riding gloves as he did so.
Fenrir sat on his black steed, holding the reins to Fandral's fastest horse, a cream mare. "Hwin, let us pray you grow wings on your feet." The blonde man said as he saddled up, looking at his brother with solemn eyes.
"Every moment we stand dormant is another moment closer to Loki dying." Fenrir reminded him, taking off quickly.
"Then we shall not tarry any longer." Fandral growled, snapping Hwin's reins, following behind closely, dust clouds billowing upwards behind them.
Loki held Annar as his brother collapsed to the ground. Frantic tears were falling down his face, his chest heaving up and down as he clutched at the white man. Annar's hands were holding the dagger, pants falling from his mouth as he looked at Loki in disbelief.
He laughed a breathless, pained laugh. "You... You actually did it." He said. "Thanos said you wouldn't. He said you would never defend against my advances in this life." He continued, his voice cracking, breath quickening when it became too painful to talk.
"At Lord Fandral's estate... You asked of the diary." Loki started, looking at him sadly. "You assumed I had not read it... But I did. I read it a long time ago, and I read it over and over again." He admitted. "I had known for a long time you would be coming for me." He whispered, leaning down to place a kiss on his brother's forehead.
Annar wheezed, eyes barely able to focus on Loki in the dim room. "I... I... Want your apology." He requested, voice so quiet. Loki nodded. "Forgive me, brother. Forgive me for all I have wronged you." The sorcerer kissed the corner of his white mouth.
His brother's eyes slid shut slowly, a relieved sigh coming from his mouth as his hands and head fell to the side, his body becoming a dead weight in Loki's hold. The ravenette let out a whimper, then loud sobs. He pulled Annar close, holding him tight as he cried.
Thor... Thor... I need you here... He sobbed harder at the thought of his Prince. He felt himself slipping from reality, that he was slowly losing consciousness. He struggled to open his eyes and looked down, seeing that a small dagger had been slipped between his ribs. He let out a sound of disbelief, a smirk accompanying it.
Even though I was more prepared in this life... I still die. He chuckled at the irony of it all as the pain finally hit him. He groaned, fresh tears making their way down, dripping onto Annar's lifeless face.
Thor... I love you.
Loki's eyes closed, blackness taking over everything he knew.
A/N: Please forgive me for my 13 days of absence. It's unexcusable how long I've been gone! Like, you guys shouldn't forgive me (but it'd be swell if you did).
This chapter is also a little on the short side- mostly because I had so much trouble writing it. And you all can probably see that reflected in how random, jumbled, and confusing it is. But I am quite satisfied with it actually. EVERYTHING THAT IS CONFUSING TO YOU NOW WILL BE EXPLAINED OVER THE NEXT TWO CHAPTERS!
Also, I want to say that has made me cry more than once in the past two weeks. Not the website itself, but the people on it. And I've been crying because of good things:
1. You are amazing readers.
2. You may not feel it, but I think we've created a bond (as in you, the reader, and me, the author [that doesn't sound grammatically correct {pfft, whatever}])
3. I actually want to become good friends with some of you.
I came to with no intention of making a close bond with any of my readers (not that I was even expecting to get readers), but now I think differently. Writers, in general, seem so distant, and so far above the reader that it doesn't feel personal with them. That's how I feel about it as an avid reader, and I don't want it to be like that with us. If you want to get to know me, just PM or review and ask for my tumblr, which I will willingly give to you, but only if you ask.
Alrighty, so yeah.
Also, the search for a good couple name for Fandral and I is still on! You have till chapter 13 to find and give me a good couple name. The winner gets to be featured in the story from chapter 13+ AND in this story's sequel~ That's right, there will be a sequel.
There has to be after mentioning Thanos.
BTW, special shout-out to Rahar Moonfire for being a fabulous reader by going above and beyond to deliver the news that Josh Dallas will not be reprising his role as Fandral in Thor 2. OH THE SADNESS! But thank you so much.
Uhm... Wow. I could type forever because I've missed you all so much, but instead, I'll go finish typing up the next chapter.
Oh, and I wanted to also mention that if you like smutty Thorki fics, I'm going to be uploading two one-shots sometime this week and next week. They're both gifts to my amazing friend whitewolfmoon (on tumblr) who is currently drawing me a sexy!Fandral. She sent me a progress photo and it looks like he's wearing a vest and is holding a whip. Needless to say, she deserves these. But I also want to share them with you guys :D
ONE MORE THING! I'm always open to those who are looking for an RP partner. I only really RP Loki because like, he's the character I feel I know the most, so if you wanna be the Thor to my Loki lemme know~ (Although no one can ever take up the spot whitewolfmoon has in my heart as my Loki's true, one and only Thor.)
Baibai,
yakisoba