~ Chapter 11 ~

The path was long and dark. The number of sandy ice crystals were growing fewer and fewer the further Loki walked. He didn't know if getting used to the spike in his stomach was good or bad, but he couldn't stop to take it out yet. To do that he had to find a safe place before even attempting the feat. This deep down his blood could easily attract unwanted attention and if he had to focus on healing himself, he wouldn't have any powers left to defend himself.

Another thing that he didn't know if it was good or bad, but the path he had chosen seemed to be going downward. If he were going deeper into Jotunheim, there could be no telling where he ended up.

After what felt like hours of walking and dragging his body through the pathway, he finally came to the end. It was an open area of ice structures and massive design.

For one staggering moment Loki wondered where he was, until he saw the mark on the opposite wall.

"Jotunheim." he whispered.

Loki, oldest son of King Laufey, the current ruler of Jotunheim, had found the ruins of the ancient Jotunheim. He was standing in the ruins of the center of Jotunheim. His peoples old home, the place that had been over run by Heklas. By the look of it, the place still carried marks of the war, but there were also signs of the ice healing itself. New ice had formed where the old had been broken, ceilings, pillars, and roofs carried new icy tips of transparent blue ice.

In awe, Loki walked down the ice path until he stood in the middle of the room, his hand resting against his stomach. The Jotun prince spun around slowly as he took in the magnificence of the structure. The Jotunheim he had grown up in didn't have this elegance. Or the magic. He had never seen anything similar. Not even the painting that had been done from memory that hung in Laufey's throne room could compare to this.

He didn't know what this room had been but if was far bigger than any room he had ever seen.

The Jotunheim he had grown up in above ground was beautiful, very, very beautiful. In fact, it could easy fool the inexperienced visitor that the weather wasn't as harsh as an eternal winter made you believe.

This, however, was a paradise.

I wish Thor was here.

The thought about the blond God sent quivers of longing through his body. He wanted to show Thor this place. Share the history this place whispered of.

He wanted to feel his arms wrapped around him.

Loki closed his eyes and his brow wrinkled as if he was in pain.

His mind jumped onto his memory of the Asgardian.

As if the other man was there with him, he felt warm and strong arms fold around his waist. The hot breath against his neck. The tickling of a beard on his skin. The full well toned body of a warrior, slightly taller than himself.

A kiss was placed against his neck which made Loki moan in pleasure. He could feel the hardness against his behind, making his breath speed up into gasps.

The strong, large hands ghosted over his chest and over his nipples. His head rolled back and rested against the fantasy as his senses were overloaded.

Thor licked his neck as he played with Loki's chest, one hand coming up to his throat, fingertips teasing and promising many things.

Loki was shaking now. He wanted to turn around and latch onto Thor. There was nothing he wanted more at the moment than kiss those full, warm lips that had ravished his own only hours ago.

But when he opened his eyes, the illusion was gone, leaving his body flushed, aroused, and lonely.

With a shuddering breath he tried to calm himself, only to have the spike through his body protest from the activity.

He hissed as both his hands closed over the area.

It was almost instinct to fall to his knees but Loki forced himself to remain standing.

Where are you Thor?


Above ground, Landing Site

Hogun stood up as he spied something in the distance coming closer to them.

Fandral and Sif caught onto his action while Volstagg was the last one to react.

"What is it?" Fandral asked his friend.

"Something is approaching." the dark haired warrior said without looking away.

Sif walked up to stand next to Hogun. "Is it danger?" she asked with her hand on her sword.

Before Hogun could answer, a big silver white wolf came into view, and was fast approaching.

The Fandral and Sif drew their swords. Hogun stepped back as he notched an arrow in his bow. Volstagg reached for his iron club, his favorite weapon of choice.

Within seconds the wolf would be upon them and it was massive. Ready for when it jumped them, they were not ready when it came to a stop in front of them.

It raised it's head and howled.

Sif looked at her friends in mutual confusion. The wolf wasn't attacking them.

"Haven't I seen this creature before?" Fandral asked himself just as much as his friends.

"How should I know? I make it a hobby of trying to remember all your women, don't tell me you want me to remember your pets too?" Sif asked sarcastic at Fandral.

The wolf yelped once more, lowered it's head before turning halfway back the way it came. It whimpered as it looked back at them again.

"Is it just me or does this creature want us something?" Volstagg questioned with a frown through his big, red beard.

When there was no noticeable reaction from the Asgardians, the Ice Wolf turned in a circle before laying down with it's tail loosely over its back legs. It growled at Fandral.

"It's the wolf Thor and that Jotun was lying on." Fandral burst out. "Now I remember."

He ducked when Sif's hand came for his head. "Please try to remember earlier next time."

The Ice Wolf yipped as it realized it had gotten their attention.

Volstagg looked around. "I don't see Thor anywhere."

The Ice Wolf stood up, showing it's full size. It hunched before walking over to the already existing hole in the ice. It whimpered at it before it looked at the warriors.

"Is it trying to tell us something?"

"Did something happen to Thor?" Sif asked the animal.

As if feeling frustrated the wolf trotted over to them before digging it's claws into the ice and spun around in a circle. To finish of it fell over it's work, sprawling out its limbs.

"Did another accident happen?" Hogun asked slowly as he started to see what the wolf tried to tell them.

The beast whimpered.

"Perfect." Sif scowled. "We have to report to Odin."

"But we can't just leave Thor behind. Anything could happen while we are in Asgard."

Sif thought for a moment before walking over to the transporting circle. "HEIMDALL!" she screamed at the sky. "THOR'S IN TROUBLE. WE ARE GOING AFTER HIM. IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, PLEASE REPORT TO THE ALLFATHER." after finishing she turned to her friends. "You heard me, we are going after Thor."

"All right." Fandral gathered his stuff.

"Wonderful." Volstagg complimented the decision and picked up his back pack.

"..." Hogun didn't say anything as he followed the others example.

Within minutes, they were setting out, following the Ice Wolf.

TBC