Jotunheim and Asgard were at war.

The God Odin had his best warriors sent to attack the enemy's lands, led by his son Thor.

Through the frozen landscape of the Giant's home, a long line of Asgardian soldiers marched through, finally halting at the top of a cliff.

A distant but terrifying noise was the cause of their sudden halt. Abruptly, a mass of Giants appeared on the other side, their cries for battle reverberating on the ice.

Charging at each other, the opposing armies met at the bottom of the trench, mixing into a single destructing horde. The ferocity of the Giants was unmatched, but couldn't prevent a massacre. Soon there were more Jotun bodies on the ground than snow, and with a victorious cry the Asgardians declared the end of the battle and started to head back home.

Amongst the army, there was a tall man with a hammer in his hand. All heads were turned in his direction, and as he passed by the troops shouted his name repeatedly: Thor, the handsome God of Thunder, was the bravest warrior in the realm. He was celebrated amongst his people for he had the true heart of a hero. Indeed, he was the Asgardian ideal of strength with his long blond locks and extremely muscular body.

Marching at his side, silent and unnoticed, was his younger brother. Loki could easily be mistaken by one of the soldiers if his armor didn't suggest otherwise.

In that moment, the reflections of the sky light on the snow projected the long shadow of the future king over him, as if reminding how he was constantly cast into obscurity by a father and a society that rejected his true nature. It seemed like he was the opposite of Thor, in so many ways. Loki didn't really enjoy war as much. More interested in sorcery, he would more often stick to sharp words rather than a sharp sword like his brother in battle. Behind that shy demeanor was an intense and restless soul, starved for love and recognition. With equal capacity for good and bad, but still undecided which would fit it better. Son of Odin? Loki was more likely the son of Chaos itself.

As the Asgardians were about to return to their realm, they found themselves viciously ambushed. A group of previously unseen Giants appeared from behind the snowy grounds. They found themselves surrounded when an unexpected avalanche hit, dragging them along with it. Thor and his men looked around, visibly relieved. They saw a flash of magic light coming from a tall rock right above where they were standing.

'Look!' He said, understanding that the avalanche was intentionally caused. 'There is someone there!'

Everyone looked up as a hooded figure reluctantly came into sight. The stranger seemed untrusting but Thor came forward and waved his hand in his charming extroverted ways.

With a leap, the human figure came closer and slid down her hood. To their surprise a woman with radiant dark skin and hazel eyes was revealed to their eyes:

'I am Tyra, Princess of Vanaheim. I was traveling and on my way home.'

Loki's gaze remained stuck on the stranger's face, with a strange expression.

His eyes followed her every move discreetly, as if trying to mask his interest.

After short introductions she agreed to go to Asgard with them, so she could later return to her realm. Odin, learning of their victory ordered festivities to be held. Tyra was given the place of honor at the table between Thor and Loki.

The first time the God of Mischief saw her he was immediately struck by her beauty, but also impressed. He sensed immediately that she was different than anyone else he knew. Loki had a deep intuition (a rare trait for an Asgardian man), this incredible ability to sense and guess things true out of nowhere. Perhaps he saw in the newcomer an outcast soul akin of his own, where he could finally fit, and find that so longed satisfaction he desperately looked for.

But his lack of self esteem reacted immediately. It was a protection device, to shield his self from the rejection he feared would happen.

It was like his heart was saying 'I've never wanted anyone like this before!' and at the same time: 'Screw her! She will never look at me, specially with my 'perfect' brother right next!'

So when Odin asked her to sit at their table between his two sons, he looked at their new guest with cold hostility, hate almost.

But then, as they exchanged a few words, everything changed. All the ice was suddenly broken.

She listened to him attentively, with a warm smile as if he was the most important person in the room. He had no other choice but to be fully himself.

In a few minutes they had bound and found common interests. Never before, the Prince felt so understood. So appreciated as he was, exactly for who he was.

As the party went on Frigga was pleasantly surprised to find them still talking together at the table after everyone else got up. In most parties Loki would be on his own by that point, enjoying his wine. Later in the evening she saw them sitting alone at a separated spot while the rest danced and celebrated. A wave of joy passed through her loving heart at the sight of her son in such great moods: The young pair laughed loudly together, so caught up and amused at whatever the other had to say that they cut and completed each other sentences, sometimes laughing so hard that they couldn't keep talking.

Loki felt a sudden will to share, to tell all about himself. He and that stranger had met only a few hours ago, and weirdly, he was telling her about those personal things he'd silenced for a lifetime.

Heart beating insanely fast, he grabbed her hand and guided her through many corridors until they reached a long stairwell. It lead into a tall tower that was once an outpost. It had become Loki's favorite spot to be on his own.

At her request he allowed her to read some of his writing work (a talent he obviously hid from most people).It was a poem about his father's first war.

'This is exquisite.' Tyra said closing a notebook, a tear pearling over her eyelashes. There was so much feeling and beauty in each word.

When you are immersed in interesting conversation times fly by.

During hours to end they talked about their thoughts, past memories and everything and anything. Tyra was leaning against the wall covering in pelts and so was Loki on the opposite side. And like this, watching the impressive view of the immortal Asgard until late both kept each other company, until they got exhausted and slept on the spot.

Very early, the next day, they were suddenly woken up by some guards. Odin was looking for them for a while. They barely had the time to stand up and shake sleepiness off when the King appeared. The matter he wished to discuss was of extreme importance. He asked for the guards to leave.

'Child, the Frost Giants are an imminent treat. I know your kind and mine had been at war many ages ago, but long since that hate has been forgotten. Today we are almost friends and an alliance between our Kingdoms could help bring back peace to the Nine Realms.'

Tyra looked first at Loki's troubled and then Odin's imposing face, astonished. The God explained then bluntly what was expected of her, for the greater good:

'Marry my eldest son so Asgard and Vanaheimr will become allies.'

And so it happened.

With the best interest of the two realms at heart, Thor's and Tyra union was celebrated within a week.

The two brothers' bound, already damaged by Odin driving them to compete for the throne and poisoned by Loki's natural envy, received a final blow the day Tyra and Thor's engagement was announced. Feigning a wish to recover after the last battle, the God of Mischief locked himself in his room for days, and allowed his anger and despair to be expressed freely. Only Frigga was welcomed to see him during this period. Heartbroken and filled with blind hate against his brother, the young Prince opened his embittered heart to his mother. In her presence only he could allow tears to flow freely. The Queen empathized with his pain, wishing a thousand times to be in her son's place so she would be the one feeling it. With loving words she asked him to try and forget that woman if possible, as destiny wanted things to be that way and that was nothing left to do. And that he shouldn't hate Thor as he was unaware and not to blame for what happened. But Loki couldn't listen to any advice in that state.

After some time, however, he decided to leave his room. It was early in the morning and everyone was having breakfast. He took a seat next to his brother and though very tired, his face didn't show the slightest hint of the excruciating emotions he felt during his confinement. With his usual ways he resumed his routine, so much that was virtually impossible to even imagine that something was wrong.

Frigga watched her sons from across the table. She couldn't help but frown in worry.

My apologies to fans for any mistakes or incorrect facts, I don't know a lot about MCU. Also, sorry for any grammar mistakes, English is not my native language. :) Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, see you soon.