Discomfort

Thor stared as Loki disappeared from his sight. 'Did I do something wrong ? Normally, he never gets enough of me. Was finding out he is a jotun truly that worrying for him ?'

After a second, he managed to repress a frustrated moan when the blood kept pounding through his veins. Apparently, the embarrassment of being walked in on by Hailfalla was not enough to discourage his body to calm itself. As he realized that Hailfalla had yet to leave, he pulled the blanket further up his hips.

Quickly, he pushed his hair off his neck and leaned his head against the wall, hoping the coolness of the ice would temper his desire-jarred nerves. It didn't help that the next thought to pop into his head was, 'Why can he not just come back already ? What do you want me to come and fuck you with Hailfalla watching ? Perhaps, it would be better if it were just you and me having the roughest, noisiest reunion fuck we've ever had, no. Damn it, yes !'

The last two thoughts just made his cock ache harder and he lifted then slammed his head back into the wall with a crack. Unfortunately, it hurt the wall more than him, but it did draw his gaze to the far side of the room. More importantly to the distraction that was the irony of a fire in a fireplace made of ice. Beside the fireplace was a golden-ice table on top of which rested his armour, tunics and cape.

Still Hailfalla blushed deeply, but didn't stammer as he murmured, "You're so small compared to most of us and yet-"

He looked up at the six foot two jotun, Hailfalla was just as tall as Loki his mind noticed, and snarled, "If you complete that sentence, Hailfalla, I will knock you out with Mjolnir ! I have enough problems at the moment."

Hailfalla nodded, "Yes, of course. Again, I apologize, I didn't mean to interrupt you. Still my Prince is very glad you are here, he missed you greatly. It devastated him to think that you hated him, enough to get drunk."

Those last words baffled him, "That may be, but, Loki does not get drunk ! He drinks, yes, but never to get drunk. It is not how he is."

Flashback

When he tried to sit down all he ended up doing was falling into Loki's lap. Fuzzily, he heard Loki quip, "My, my, you truly are eager to see me, aren't you, brother ?"

He huffed, "So, you mis-missed the celebration again. And even when you don't, you don't drink.", as he rubbed a hand over the black leather clad thigh.

Perhaps it was a moment later that he raised his head slightly at the too loud sound of a chink against the table. Then a golden goblet of red wine was being wafted under his nose as Loki replied, "Oh I do, just not enough to get drunk. You see, Thor, I figure that one of us getting embarrassingly drunk every few days is enough."

Doubtless, it did not shock Loki that his slurred response wasn't even related to that, "You are far too pretty, brother."

His eyes followed the goblet as it was raised to Loki's pale-pink lips, the tongue that flicked with great care over the goblet's rim before it was tilted. Long-lashed, emerald-green eyes glowed down at him lust-filled as he watched that throat swallow slowly. What followed was an exaggerated sigh of content while the goblet was put back on the table. Pulled himself up the black-clothed chest and, on the second try, his lips found the bottom of the pale throat and, between a few mouthfuls of hair, worked his way up.

The pale face seemed even more so when framed by that long black-hair and he stared when Loki said, "And you have some truly terrible aim when you're drunk. Do realize how embarrassing that is to a knife-thrower ?"

It surprised him when he managed to find the wine-slicked lips on the first try. Then he murmured against them, "I don't care." Unsurprisingly, though, the wine tasted far sweeter as he licked it off Loki's lips than on its own.

End Flashback

Hailfalla shook his head, "In most cases, yes, but he definitely got drunk. I can verify it and so can His Majesty Laufey. Loki was so drunk that he barely stopped himself from killing the kitchen servant Issflod, who is son of the cannibal that kidnapped Loki, Blodflod, in a rage."

'Father really did save Loki from a cannibal. Is that Blodflod still alive I wonder ?'

Satisfied that he had distracted himself enough to be able to move comfortably; he threw the blanket aside and slid off the bed before walking over to the table.

As he pulled on his tunics, armour and cape, he replied, "Well, he must have truly been devastated then. The only other time I knew him to get drunk was after a fight we had on Vanaheim with some bandits. One of them was such a coward that he grabbed a little black-haired girl so that she was hit by Loki's knives instead of him. We were too far away to get healers and she died in his arms not even a minute later. Loki flew into a rage and after stabbing the bandit ten times, snapped his neck. He got so drunk that he cried in the drinking hall and passed out afterwards. I carried him back to his chambers and in the morning, I asked him about it. He didn't answer and it affected him so much that for weeks afterwards he barely spoke. It was terrible, not even our mother or I could get through to him."

When he turned to look at Hailfalla the jotun looked disturbed and sympathetic. Hailfalla shook his head in disgust, "Not a single one of the Jotnar would be so cowardly. Never would we sentence a girl to die so that ones self could live. I hope that he lies in the darkest, coldest part of Hel as he deserves not the beauty of Heilagriss !"

Though he didn't know what Heilagriss was, he knew that a coward like that bandit would never deserve Valhalla no matter that he had died in battle. With a nod to the jotun, he left the middling-red eyed Hailfalla to go and check on his friends. 'I wonder how Father, Loki and Laufey are doing on their hunt.'