Hey! It seems the first chapter got some good feature! So I'm submitting this one today because now is when the real story begins!

And I really wanted to upload your "gift" You have it in the notes, but please, wait to read a * in the fic before looking for it :)

Thor fell on his knees, but using all the strength he had rose again and tried to continue advancing despite the ice and snow that hit his face with the fury of a thousand demons. He'd never had to stand against this kind of weather before, and it was consuming all his energy. He was already regretting the decision he made merely hours ago.

When his mother had kissed his forehead and left him to decide where he would prefer to go, the first place he thought was Midgard. It was his protectorate after all; he knew its people's ways and…No, that would be the first place they would look for him. And even if he could avoid Heimdall's gaze, Odin just had to ask Gaea and she would sense him immediately. She would betray him without a blink because she'd never cared about him, since his real mother was nothing like the kind and loving Frigga. He could not go to Midgard. Vanaheim? No, too many Aesir walking its streets. And then it hit him. Jotunheim. Nobody would suspect - he could hide in Jotunheim, that frozen land full of giants and others horrid creatures. Besides, if he saw the style of life his fiancé carried, maybe they could understand one other better (even though he really doubted it) So the genius prince put the pendant on and concentrated in getting to that fucking white rock.

And now he was in deep trouble.

The storm was persistent and he could barely see his extended hand, trying not to fall from the mountainside he was pressed to in order to be less exposed to the winds. Cold, so cold he couldn't feel his limbs anymore; without strength left Thor advanced blindly when every step felt like a thousand and suddenly his shoulder didn't find rocks to lean on, and he fell to his side, suddenly sheltered from the storm. A cave. He crawled with the last he had left, deeper inside and lay beside a cold wall. He would just rest a little bit, just a moment, there, so cold with nothing to make fire or warm himself. But he was a God, the mighty Thor no less; he would not succumb to the bad weather of that damned land.

He dreamed of Asgard, of his parents and his friends, of his little brother Balder and his father's ravens. Their smiles were warm but his heart felt cold, almost frozen. He also dreamed of Midgard and his friends the Avengers, of Clint and Natasha kissing in the corner and agent Coulson giving orders to random people; their expressions were troubled but his soul felt little warmer, taking away the cold progressively, until he recovered his senses and felt he was surrounded by warmth.

Thor opened his eyes slowly, still half asleep and somehow confused by the bright light that came from the window. He tried to sit up, but found his limbs trapped with a rope behind his back.

"Don't even try it; you won't be able to break them."

Alarmed by the voice Thor turned his head so fast that a thousand of needles of pain ran through his muscles. But he barely noticed it for he was in deep shock.

A tall figure towered over him. His eyes followed a pair of straight legs wrapped in leather black pants to the hunter's belt and gloved hands on the hips; a white loose shirt with frills alongside the middle (it reminded him of those Midgardian pirate stories). But when his gaze found a glimpse of blue skin around the neck he rapidly focused on the stranger's face.

He wasn't sure about what he saw. The jet black hair falling in cascades on the firm shoulders was framing the high features of a Jotun man…or not Jotun? Because the bright red eyes and the raised dark patterns over oceanic skin spoke clearly about his origin, as well as two curved horns decorated with golden rings, but the creature didn't look as brutish and bold as the rest of the Jotuns. His posture was as gracious as firm and Thor subconsciously noticed the two of them were almost the same height. Frost giants used to be twice as tall.

"Well, has the cat got your tongue?"

"Excuse me?" Thor didn't notice he was staring with an open mouth until the deep voice surprised him with a painfully familiar saying.

"Not only Asgardian, but also dumb as a block of ice."

"Who are you?"

"The one who saved your frozen ass" The other man approached and sat on the edge of the bed. And only then Thor noticed the warm blankets upon him and the fireplace sparkling in the corner. Oh, well…

"Why did you tie me?" He struggled a little bit.

"Didn't I already say it's worthless trying - those are magic ropes. And what kind of fool lets an enemy in his house with free arms?"

So this was his home.

"I mean you no harm, I swear."

"Not that you are capable to inflict me any" His dark lips spread in a mocking grin.

Oh, this man was irritating Thor far too much!

"Then release me! Since there's no more war between our realms, I'm no enemy of yours, because we are in peace now…"

"NOT YET!"

Thor blinked at the other's fierce reaction, how his body tensed and his eyes sparkled with fire. So much passion put into denying the peace? Was this man one of those Jotuns opposing the treaty that his father told him about?

"Not yet…"

"In that you're right." The prince mumbled, though he was not sure quite how to feel. The peace, discussed so many decades ago wasn't complete without the wedding, even though his own heart was happy it was not yet "But I can assure you I have no quarrel with you or your people right now."

"Right now?" The blue man raised an eyebrow but Thor ignored the question.

"I just wanted to have some time alone and was caught by the storm."

"Stupid little, little Asgardians, you keep coming here seeking adventures and fame, but Jotunheim is no place for your fair skin and hot breath."

"Not that you're exceptionally tall." Thor bit back and was met by a bitter smirk that made him uncomfortable "I mean, all the Jotuns I've seen were...different." Crap

"And how many Jotuns have you seen, Asgardian?" His saviour bent down a little and a lock of his wavy hair caressed Thor's cheek like silk.

"Only politicians and ambassadors that come to my father's court." He whispered, somehow hypnotized under the other's magnetic gaze.

"Oh, so is your father a noble or something?"

"He is the king."

It had an effect like a hit of Mjolnir. The Jotun almost jumped, rising instantly from the bed and pacing several feet away with an astonished expression.

"The king? Odin? YOU ARE THOR ODINSON?"

"Well, yes." His confusion grew up as the other looked at him with an unreadable face and widely open eyes. Then he blinked a couple of times, and suddenly started to giggle, which led to a burst of laughing that sounded more hysterical than sane.

"What's got into you? What's so funny!?"

The Jotun grabbed his own stomach trying to breathe and wiped a couple of tears from his face. "Well, well, what a surprise Your Highness; my name is Loki, by the way."

Thor grimaced - at least some useful information from that lunatic. "Nice to meet you, Loki. What do you find so hilarious about my persona?"

But Loki just looked at him with an amused expression and started to laugh madly again. Brilliant. He was trapped in a room with an insane Jotun. Or as his friend Tony would say "weirdest dude in all the fucking world" Things couldn't be worse. Thor leaned in the soft blankets listening to the dying giggles and somehow sleep trapped him again.

The next time the Golden Prince woke up, he found his limbs free and a trail of food in the bedside table.

Chan Chan! Silly fluffy Thor with his crappy memory xDD

*I could't resist the temptation of drawing Loki in leather pants so...

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