So! Here it is! With this chapter we are slowly stepping into the second part of the story (there're three) where we will enjoy Thor's sufferings product of his own stupidity.

I'm really grateful for your feedback and support. And a very special thanks to Hannah, for being my beta. Get better soon!

That day began as any other.

Thor woke up to Loki's call and dressed up before going down the stairs and find a modest breakfast waiting for him alongside a hot cup of coffee and a grinning Jotun.

"You look like a dizzy lion, again."

"Well, not everyone can resemble a magazine supermodel every morning, like you."

"Thank you for the compliment in return of my mocking."

"You're welcome."

It became a habit, to talk in mortal slang, sure the other would understand everything. Thor never felt so free with anyone else. Asgardians made a strange face every time he talked about cars or the Internet; Midgardians didn't understand his references to dwarf beards or Vanir mead. But Loki did - he knew and he always had an interesting answer for him, after all, he had seen worlds, travelling between them like his mother had, just with magic and knowledge, without the need of the Bifrost.

After breakfast they went for a walk and the brunette spoke about the origin of the mountains that surrounded them. An old tale about giants fighting and the ire of Yggdrasil that Thor listened to with interest. But it all came to an end and when they got back to the house. Loki headed to his library and the Asgardian prince remained outside.

Time flew in Loki's company, and soon Thor realized that he missed training, so he developed a routine of practicing for hours.

Capoeira was a sport that Natasha introduced him to that time Mjolnir was taken from him by his father and he really liked the technique. So every morning he removed his shirt despite the frozen air and the lack of companionship to repeat all the movements he knew until the sweat and the dirt fell from him turning into sparkly ice crystals and his breath was as hot as his body.

But that day something went differently. Thor didn't know how much time he had spent punching and kicking his imaginary enemies when he heard clapping behind.

"Pretty impressive" Loki was grinning in that disconcerting way of his.

"Enjoying the sight?"

"Quite a lot" with all your muscle you look really stupid beating the air.

"Oh, that's because you haven't seen me beating real foes."

"But I've heard of it. The golden son of Asgard, slaying Jotuns in the battlefield as if we were ants; the mighty Thor who has taken the lives of tons of my people…" Loki's words were poisonous but his face was adorned by a sly smile. He approached the Thunderer slowly, eyes fixed on his.

"Loki, I…"

"Shhh..." The jotun placed a finger over his mouth. "Don't look for excuses where you cannot find them."

"But I would never harm you, Loki, I swear."

"Ha! As if you could!" The other removed his finger at Thor's offended glare and took a couple of steps back, taking off his shirt.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm challenging you to beat me in a sparring round."

"If that has something to do with your people…"

"Oh Come on, Odinson! I couldn't care less about those brainless brutes! Just show me what you are worth. Aren't you the most powerful warrior in the Nine Realms? So what do you have to fear, golden prince?"

So even though he was still reluctant, said prince fired the first blow, which the Jotun easily avoided. Thor then bowed to let a side kick pass over his head and hit where moment ago Loki's stomach had been just to be met with a rough pain in his side, but he reacted quickly and grabbed the other's wrist, flipping him over, whereas Loki kicked his jaw and got free, jumping back and attacking again.

They continued like that for a while, dancing with an irregular pace sometimes tangled with their limbs and their bodies so close that occasional heartbeats could be sensed through the rubbing of their skin and muscles, but sometimes as far as losing each other's sight between the trees. Thor didn't even realize they had been running and climbing rocks, rolling down pressed together or laughing without a reason. More like a child's play than a fight. And still there was pain, the hits and the bruises leaving heavy marks on heated flesh. Loki wasn't as strong as Thor, but he was agile and smart, hitting him in the right places when he least expected it. However, when the Jotun bit him with his sharp teeth sinking deep into Thor's shoulder, the Thunderer felt his nerves explode at the pleasant sensation like some twisted sadomasochist who succumbed at the fire in Loki's eyes when he licked the scarlet blood from his lips. Thor groaned in want and lost his reason when gathering all his might and threw himself over the other man, knocking them to the ground.

Raw lust washed over the prince as he landed on the blue body, skin pressed into skin, hot breaths crushing together and the evident state of mutual arousal removing the last remains of doubt when he smashed their mouths together. It was a wild kiss, passion entangled in their tongues as they tasted each other with hunger, teeth biting and filling them with the taste of blood; no one cared whose it was since they were too distracted by touching everywhere they could, bruising and sinking deeper and deeper into each other until Loki gripped Thor's hair and threw his head back moaning aloud.

"I won" Thor murmured against his neck, biting into it and enjoying the pleasured groan that vibrated underneath. His companion lifted his hips to rub their erections together, sending an electric wave all along his spine. God! They were both hard as fuck.

"Yes.. y.. you did. Want to take your spoils?" There was no way Thor could have mistaken Loki's whispering and wide grin or the trembling of his body from excitement. He was being given green light to go on and explore further that gorgeous creature that had captured him since the first time they met.

But then…

KROOOAAAAAKKK!

An enormous bird hit the snow by their side, breaking the moment. It was a kind of a grey falcon but as big as half a man, a real monster that flapped its wings and came closer, jumping and screaming like an insane dwarf. Thor was about to call his hammer but Loki stopped his hand and crawled from behind him with some difficulties, grabbing the paper tied to the bird's leg. His brows frowned and a tired sigh escaped his mouth.

"What is that?" Thor asked, eager to return where they were before.

"My father. He requires my presence urgently for some serious matter."

"But I thought you hated your family."

"I do, but I also have responsibilities, now more than ever, so I must go."

Thor watched, confused as Loki got up, his pants betraying his lingering hardness. "But you don't have to leave right now, right? C'mon! We were in the middle of something."

The Jotun glared at him over his shoulder.

"Maybe it's even for the best that the messenger interrupted us before this could go further. We will talk when I come back. It won't take long, don't worry."

The Asgardian prince watched as his lover headed back to the house. If he could call him like that, of course. Because oh… Thor realized he'd just got into a whole new level of trouble.

Next chapter, Loki's POV.

So, how was that?