Pairing: Thor/Loki (seriously y'all?)

Rating: M

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: Loki is beside himself

Don't own Thor movie obviously. If I did…yeah, let's not go there.

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No sex yet, sorry. That'll be next chapter. I just wanted to allow Loki to have some "me time" before he had to jump into anything. Plus, I need more than a week to write something like this. I've never done it before, so cut me some slack. You will have sex, I promise. Just not today. FORCED ABSTINENCE.

I've brought this up before at some point, but I just wanna let y'all know how much I appreciate how patient you are with me and your positive feedback really makes me feel better. I really hate the people on AO3. Seriously, this one bitch said in a comment on my Thor high school AU something like "Oh this is great" blah blah blah "I demand the next chapter!" GURL YOU'LL GET THE NEXT CHAPTER WHEN I'M READY. I have other commitments in my life besides writing fanfiction. IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT.

Chapter 26: All By Myself (yes, like the song)

Not much time had passed before Loki found himself pacing the length of the room again. He managed to keep his arms pinned at his sides this time, but he was still just as flustered as he had been before. He had the entire remainder of the day to calm his nerves, and he knew he should try to eat something. Eventually. But at the moment, Loki wasn't sure if he was capable of being in the same room with Thor without his face turning beet red.

What had gotten into Thor anyway? Loki had only been in Asgard for five days and out of the blue he's being propositioned for…well… But then again, Thor has probably taken other people to his bed in a drunken fog and never even inquired about their names. Loki was still unable to figure out what was so special about him, why Thor was so fond of him. He had no appealing qualities, that he could think of anyway.

Sure he had a pretty face, or so he had been told, which was why he was often singled out. But other than that, he was stumped. The only reasonable explanation Loki could come up with was that at some point within the last couple of days Thor had accidentally dropped Mjolnir on his head.

"Okay maybe not…"

After a few minutes of standing in the middle of the room and staring at the green rug, Loki lifted his gaze to the nearby desk, which he still had yet to open. Ignoring his inner conscience, which was telling him that this was a bad idea because it was invading someone's privacy, despite the fact that the person was dead, Loki entered the closet and found the familiar black cloak, which he had taken off upon his earlier return. When he located the side pocket, he pulled out the key ring then approached the desk and looked down at it.

He lifted his free hand slowly and touched the flat surface with the tips of his fingers, immediately pulling away because the slight vibrating sensation still felt strange to him. He selected the remaining key and inserted it into the bronze hole on the drawer before rotating it to the left, hearing a click. At first Loki thought he would have to struggle to pull open the drawer, but when it slid towards him smoothly, he was more surprised than relieved. Maybe the last time the desk had been used was fairly recently and it was not so long ago that the man was alive.

Lying side-by-side in the drawer were two large books of some kind. And they looked extremely old, judging by the faded coloring and various places where paper and bindings had withered away. With the same care he had used when he handled the helmet, Loki lifted one of the books and gently placed it on top of the desk. He didn't want to risk damaging the book by gripping it too tight, so he thought it would be best to just not hold it at all.

There was a thin layer of dust on the front cover, obscuring the image and text, so Loki leaned forward slightly and blew on it before wiping the mess with his hand. The picture was confusing to him because it had just a bunch of swirling colors that looked like maybe smoke or fog, mostly shades of green. The few people featured looked grim and were dressed in dark clothing, and it made him slightly uncomfortable.

It made sense why Thor would believe that these books were taken away, if the man was studying dark magic that was dangerous. It also made sense why they were hidden in locked drawers.

Loki's gaze shifted up slightly to look at the book's title. Even though all writing made absolutely no sense to him, the letters looked somewhat different from the ones in the book Thor had read to him the day before. He had a feeling that even Thor would have trouble reading this book, but he probably wouldn't want to anyway.

Feeling that he had seen-and invaded the dead man's privacy-enough, Loki carefully placed the book back in the drawer next to its counterpart before locking the desk. After he replaced the key ring into the cloak pocket, he returned to the bed and sat down, leaning back slightly on his hands.

"I suppose I should eat something."

Loki stood up from the bed and slowly made his way to the door. He put his hand on the doorknob and left it there, contemplating on whether he should wait a little longer or if he should go and risk the chance of seeing Thor. Besides, if he waited, he might be too late and find that the dining room has already been cleared out.

Loki had never been one to indulge selfishly in food and drink because he was used to receiving one meal a day, if he was lucky. But he knew it would be the smart thing to do. The first-and last-time his stomach growled when he had a client, his master beat him so harshly that he passed out from blood loss. He was quickly revived, of course, but he learned his lesson and never made the same mistake again.

Just thinking about the memory made him shiver and he quickly made up his mind. With a silent click, Loki shut the door behind him and made his way towards the dining hall, mentally hoping that the room would be mostly empty when he arrived. He didn't like being surrounded by large groups of people because the camp he traveled with had only a handful. Crowds were not something he was used to and they always made him feel uncomfortable.

He must have stalled long enough because when he entered through the doors he saw that there were only a few stragglers left. He noticed that Thor and his friends must have finished their breakfast because they were nowhere to be seen. This was not entirely a good thing because now Loki was in a room by himself and he had no one he could sit with that he knew. Then again, eating alone may be just the thing he needed at the moment.

Loki considered sitting at the place where Thor and his friends usually gathered, but that might draw people's attention. He may just be paranoid, but he didn't want to take the risk. Instead, he found the nearest area by the doors that still had plates of food. After he sat down and got comfortable, he picked up a few things, looking around the room to see if people were staring at him, but they seemed to be too busy with their own conversations to notice him.

When Loki finished eating, he debated on what he should do next. He contemplated on returning to his room and taking a nap, because perhaps sleeping in a comfortable bed would ease away some of the stress. He also wanted to talk to the Queen, because she always knew the right things to say. But she deserved some time to herself as well, unless she was with Odin now that he was awake. That feeling of anger crawled up Loki's spine as he remembered how ill she was because of him.

Loki shuddered, trying to clear his mind of such thoughts. He pushed himself up and left the dining hall, heading back towards his room. Not even meaning to, he kept himself close to the wall, despite the fact that he wasn't necessarily going anywhere he wasn't supposed to. When he entered his room again, he shut the door and leaned back against it, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

He stayed there for another minute or so, staring forward and listening to himself breathe. When his legs started to tremble under him, he moved away and sat on the bed. He bent down and removed the sandals, setting them to the side. The clothes he had put on during the night felt comfortable enough to sleep in, plus his other outfit wasn't exactly wearable at the moment, so he pulled the now clean sheets away and climbed underneath them. Once he was lying comfortably on his side, he curled into a ball and closed his eyes, silently hoping that he would be able to sleep without being haunted by dreams.

Duuuuuude so many descriptions like whooooaaaa…

I saw Snow White & the Huntsman again. The first time with my dad and today with my mom. She kept asking me things, which was annoying. And my dad just kinda sat there awkwardly because…reasons. I wanted to see it again because Chris Hemsworth nuff said okay? And because of…research…for a new fanfic I've started working on. It's primarily FrostHunt (Huntsman/Loki) with a side of Thorki, based on a fanart by ric951 on dA. Since the url crap doesn't work on this site, it's called "When the winter is near You know I'm here."

SO MANY FEELS. And boob grabbage. XD I'm finished with the first chapter, so check out my AO3 (and read my other stories kk? ) Web address on my profile.