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A/N: Based on the scene of them going to Jotunheim in the first movie.

Set in the realm of: Jotunheim. Thor and Loki are: Adults. Guest appearances by: Brief appearances by the Warriors Three and Sif.
Chapter Summary: It's a long walk between where Heimdall dropped them off through the Bifrost and Laufey's domain in Jotunheim for the princes of Asgard, Warriors Three and the Lady Sif.

Day 26: Foggy Breaths

When they landed on Jotunheim, the cold hit them harder than any of them expected - except for Loki. Like with most of his life, the cold simply did not bother him like it did those around him. He long gave up caring why he wasn't effected when even someone like Volstagg or Thor was. But even though he wasn't effected, every breath he took, puffs of fog came out. That told him just how cold it really was.

Thor began to march forward and Loki followed, with the Warriors Three and Sif behind them. Loki glanced over at his brother, watching as every breath he took, a cloud of foggy breath came out. He knew how they got to this point, he'd manipulated Thor into doing this. But the guards should have stopped them before they ever reached Jotunheim and they didn't.

Now Loki was starting to regret putting them in this situation. Thor never thought things out when he was like this. It wouldn't take much to cause something to happen between Asgard and Jotunheim, and as Loki glanced down at Mjolnir hanging from Thor's hip, and the others carrying their weapons, he just knew something bad was going to happen.

And there was no talking Thor out of this.

Loki glanced down at the ground, watching each cloud of breath he took in the air as he desperately thought of how he could save this situation. He didn't want this to happen, all he had wanted was to postpone Thor's coronation. But this, it wasn't what he wanted. Why hadn't the guards reached them in time to stop them? He kept asking himself this over and over.

"Do not fret, brother. We are only here to talk, to find answers. I promise I will not do anything to jeopardize us." Thor said, and Loki looked up at him. Thor was looking at him, grinning at him like he always did before they ended up in some misadventure.

Loki stepped closer to Thor and looked at him pleadingly. "This isn't like the other times we've gone against father's words. This isn't just some adventure for us, this is Jotunheim we're talking about. Please, let us go back before we cannot anymore. There's still time, brother. I am imploring you to turn back, just this once. There is no shame in it, not when we are dealing with Frost Giants." He said, his voice low enough so only Thor could hear.

But Thor just laughed, large puffs of fog coming out from his laughter as he smacked Loki on the back. "You worry too much, brother! Nothing is going to happen, I promise!" He said, ruffling Loki's hair before he looked ahead of himself.

The younger prince ran his hand through his hair to brush his hair back down while he stared at his older brother. He wanted to believe him, he truly and honestly did. But he knew his brother too well, and knew in his heart something would happen once they met Laufey and the rest of the Frost Giants.

He looked down at the ground as they continued to march forward, getting ever closer to confronting the Frost Giants and their king, Laufey. Asgard and Jotunheim had a shaky truce at best, only because Odin had won the war and taken their most powerful weapon. Thor didn't realize what his actions could end up causing.

And this was precisely why Loki couldn't have let Thor become king yet. He still didn't understand anything where it concerned ruling. Loki didn't want the throne, and sure Thor would probably take into consideration his brother's counsel after becoming king, which was fine by Loki if Thor actually listened to him when it mattered. Such as it did matter now, and just like all the other times before Thor didn't listen.

All Loki could do was focus on his breathing, stare at the clouds of fog coming out with each and every breath he took as they got ever closer to their destination. His mind was working faster than he was sure it ever had in trying to conceive some plan in salvaging this, but the closer they got, the less likely he could stop them.

When Loki finally looked up from the puffs of fog that was his breath in this immense cold, they were among the Frost Giants. And Laufey sat before them.

Fin