Pairing: Thor/Loki (I don't even know why I bother)
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: Innuendos. And kind of a gay moment if you think about it really hard. (You might have to read it out loud.)
Don't own Thor movie obviously. If I did…yeah, let's not go there.
Favorite Story: Cinnamon-Romanji, daaRia
Story Alert: Unamerican, Xadriana Daratrazanoff
Review: rockndasha, Unamerican
The virus program is gone from my laptop, but I still can't open any programs except for the Internet because they're "not compatible with Adobe." I can't even open Adobe with Adobe! I was able to get into my word documents through a loophole, but I can't create new word documents. So I have to do it on my parents' computer. This chapter's a little longer, since it's been pretty boring lately (at least in my opinion). And just because it ended up that way.
Chapter 12: As Promised
As soon as Thor came out of the washroom, fully clothed this time, Loki walked over and ruffled his hair. He was confused at first, but when Loki proclaimed that they were even, he understood his motive and it made him laugh.
Loki was a little jumpy when they entered the dining hall. Okay, really jumpy. But as soon as they started eating, he was able to relax and focus only on what was in front of him: his food and Thor.
"I'm sorry about the water. I will try harder to make it warmer for you."
"What? No, Loki. Do not blame yourself. I overreacted, and I am sorry for that. I was just concerned because you had it so cold. But if that makes you comfortable, then I have no right to argue."
"I'm sorry. I honestly didn't notice," Loki said, looking down at his lap.
"I know. So, when we finish what would you like to see first?"
"We can go to the training grounds first."
Loki would never say it out loud, but he just wanted to go there and get it over with so Thor would be satisfied. Like the library, the training grounds would be of no use to him, but he really wanted to avoid the place altogether. When Loki saw Thor's empty plate, he had to hold back a sigh of dread.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Yes." He would pretend to enjoy himself if it made Thor happy.
As they approached the pair of doors leading to the training grounds, the sounds of metal striking metal reached Loki's ears and he gripped the back of Thor's tunic. The blonde glanced over his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile before pushing the doors open.
All of the warriors stopped what they were doing, clenched their right hands into fists and placed them over their hearts as their prince walked by, completely ignoring Loki. The two men continued walking until they reached the back wall where three men and one woman were gathered. The blonde and ebony haired man were sitting on a bench and watching with amusement as the woman held the red haired man in a headlock.
"Good morning!" Thor shouted, raising an arm as a gesture that was supposed to be a wave.
"Thor, you missed this morning's spar. Sif is quite irate with you," Fandral said.
"My apologies. Loki and I slept in." Loki covered his face with his hands and slouched his shoulders as if he was trying to make himself smaller. "Wait, no. That's not-"
"Do not worry, Thor. What the two of you do between the sheets is your business alone."
"Fandral!"
"He snores and he has the inability to keep his saliva in his mouth."
The other five people in the group turned their attention to Loki, slightly taken aback. They hadn't expected him to speak at all, let alone a comment like that. The four warriors then looked at Thor with expressions as if they were wanting him to confirm this statement. The blonde merely laughed sheepishly.
"Well...you leave your hair in the sink."
"That was one time, and I cleaned it up! And excuuuuuuuse me, but you do, too! You just can't see it."
"If you can't see it, then how do you know it is there?"
"Because somehow it keeps attaching itself to my toothbrush! Thank you for that, by the way. That was very kind of you."
"Well maybe you should put it somewhere that my hair can't get to it. And you're welcome. Did I get the color right?"
"Or you could just, oh I don't know, stay on your side of the sink? Yes, you did. How did you know green is my favorite color?"
"It is my sink, so I can be on whichever side I want. Lucky guess."
"I am so lost. What were we talking about again?" Fandral stammered, running a hand through his hair. Sif patted him on the shoulder.
"So Thor, what brings you here? Surely not a spar, since you do not seem to be anxious for a fight. Not a physical one, at least," Volstagg said.
"Yesterday when I was giving Loki a tour of the palace I brought him here, but it was empty since everyone was still away for the war. I wanted him to see the training grounds while there were people here using them. Not quite so boring if you ask me."
"Well, Loki, what is your opinion after your second visit?"
Loki had been watching Thor while he was speaking, but when he heard someone else address him, his eyes widened and his head snapped towards the direction of the voice.
"It's quite..."
He turned his head slightly to the side and saw two men holding each other in headlocks trying to kick the other man's feet from under him, only to both end up keeling over on the ground. They seemed to have forgotten their weapons some time ago. Loki fought back a grimace and returned his attention to the people around him.
"...lively."
"I'm sorry, Loki. I have not introduced you to each other," Thor said suddenly. "These are Sif, Volstagg, Hogun, and Fandral. They make up Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. They are my best warriors and my most trusted friends."
"Oh stop it, Thor. You're making me blush," Fandral said jokingly.
"But I mean every word!"
"Do not worry, Thor. He is only jesting," Sif said, rolling her eyes at Thor's tendency to take everything seriously.
"So Loki, what is your preferred weapon of choice?" Fandral asked.
"Oh, um...I don't have one. I don't fight, so..."
Loki furrowed his brow in confusion when he saw Sif and Fandral share a wary look. Even Hogun, who seemed to have only one facial expression, looked more grim.
"Would you like to go now, Loki?" Thor asked.
"Where are you two headed?" Volstagg asked.
"I promised Loki that I would show him more of the library since we did not stay very long yesterday. And he wanted to learn a little about Ragnarok, so I said I would find a few books on the subject."
"Ah," Volstagg choked.
"We shall see you all again at lunch?" The four warriors said a quiet yes or nodded in approval. "Alright then. Shall we depart, Loki?"
"Um, yes."
After walking back to the front doors–the warriors respectfully acknowledging Thor and, yet again, ignoring Loki–, the two men left the training grounds and headed down the same hallway they had the day before. When they reached a familiar pair of tall double doors, Thor pulled one open and gestured for Loki to enter first.
"Thank you, Thor." Loki followed Thor to a pair of shelves and while the blonde scanned the titles and ran his finger across the spines, Loki looked around him at what he could see of the library.
"These are all books that have been written by a member of the Royal Family."
"Have you written one?"
"Of course not," Thor scoffed. "I don't even like to read books. I would never waste my time writing them."
"Oh..." Loki looked down at the floor then turned so his back was to the man next to him. "Thor?"
"Hmm?"
"Um...what is that? In the back corner."
"Describe it to me. I might lose my place in my search if I look away."
"Oh, no. It's not really that important."
"I like hearing your voice."
Loki wasn't sure how to respond to that. He was looking everywhere but at Thor and nibbling on his bottom lip. He waited a few more seconds before clearing his throat.
"Well, it is in the corner, opposite of the front doors. There is a table that looks to be made of stone."
"What kind of stone?"
"I don't know. It's too far away."
"Alright. Continue."
"There is a small couch that fits two people. And there's a bookshelf about as tall as you. But..."
"'But...?'"
"There's nothing in it."
"Ah hah! Found it!" Thor exclaimed, pulling out a rather thick book from above him. He cringed when he heard a chorus of "shh!" and smiled at Loki's attempt to not laugh at him. After thinking it over, realization dawned on him. "Oh, now I know what you're talking about."
"You do? What is it?"
"There was this man who came to the library often, so he reserved that area for himself because he wanted to be able to read without anyone disturbing him."
"What did he read about?"
"Hmm...magic, I think."
"Magic? You mean it's real?"
"Yes. You did not know that?"
"Well, I've heard the other slaves tell stories about sorcerers and stuff, but I've never actually seen it with my own eyes."
"The Healers use magic."
"More like torture," Loki muttered. "You said this man came to the library. Why did he stop?"
"He must have died, I suppose."
"What happened to his books?"
"The Librarians may have moved them to a locked safe, or they were burned."
"Why would anyone burn books?"
"He may not have wanted people to know what he was studying and wanted the secrets to die with him."
"That's foolish."
"I could be wrong. It would not be the first time. So, I found this book my father wrote about the creation of Yggdrasil all the way to its destruction. It also has a chapter, or small story-"
"I know what a chapter is, Thor," Loki deadpanned.
"Well sorry, I'm not a mind reader," Thor said sarcastically, earning a small laugh. "Anyway, it has a chapter about Balder's death and Ragnarok."
"Well, I guess that's worth a look."
Hehehe that ending is so trololol. Aww their first fight, how adorbs. That was really fun to write, not gonna lie. It makes me think they're arguing about what color to paint a bathroom. Oh my God, Interior Designers!AU? -flail flail- Can anyone say sassy-gay Loki? -wrist flick-
Yeah, I have a really hard time with Hogun's character. Like, I have no fucking clue what he's supposed to say. So I just kinda have him stand there and brood. That way he's still in character. Seems legit.
I get hot and bothered at my own dialogue. That is not cool. "I like hearing your voice~" -turns over a fruit bowl in passive aggressive anger-
