Here it comes!

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so here it comes, loki's POV

Damn, damn, damn, DAMN!

Loki cursed himself over and over again as he was advancing through the vast esplanades of Jotunheim. Of course, he could just teleport to the castle, but he needed time to settle his own thoughts in order.

How could he lose control like that?! Gods! Loki Laufeyson used to be proud of his cool temper and responsible acts. It was not in his nature to succumb to primal desires like just moments before with Thor.

Thor… The prince was at the same time the catalyst and the solution to all his problems.

Loki introduced a hand into his pocket to feel the smooth surface of the glass pot against his fingers. It was reassuring that he was not condemned, that he was in time to change his fate. It could have been so easy just to use the poison and bury the body under the waters. So, so easy…and yet Loki hesitated. Curiosity killed the cat, they said on Earth, and in his case it turned out to be completely true. Because it was raw curiosity that had convinced him to let Thor live, wanting to know how the man he had been betrothed to for centuries was. The fact that the stupid prince didn't remember his name made it all the easier.

And now the Jotun prince felt his heart rushing, encouraged by memories of their recent "spar" because Loki always loved power - he loved to posses it but also admired others', and Oh! Thor did have power - brutal strength in his well formed muscles, and animal passion in his blue eyes. Oh, so blue, and so sincere! Sometimes able to slay a beast with just a glare and sometimes...Loki didn't remember when the last time he had been looked at with so much adoration and want was. Maybe never.

He ached to possess all that power, to control it and manipulate it at his will. Unconsciously he pictured his fiancé as the king of Asgard, sitting upon his golden throne, and himself wrapping his arms around the broad shoulders and whispering wishes that Thor would fulfill. He imagined himself just waving a hand and Thor ripping the nine realms apart to grant all his desires.

Well, maybe he had been daydreaming too much, not that he was a villain or anything, though his parents often made him desire to become so, but he had seen villainy and war, and knew that the ones that suffered the most were the ones not deserving it.

He increased his pace, flipping from time to time with magic until he could see the dark silhouette of the royal fortress in the horizon. It was rising like a monster's skull upon the white snow, just ice and stone tortured by millennia of wind and battles. Once glorious, now the heart of Jotunheim was a mere memory of better days. Even though Loki spent most of his life living inside it, just the sight of his former home sent an unpleasant shiver along his spine. Not even the pale sun dared to illuminate the castle's towers and it stood as grim as Loki remembered it. So he just swallowed and continued his walk, a kind voice whispering in his mind "I think you would like it in Asgard."

Actually, he would like it more in Helheim itself than in his father's home.

Laufey was the kind of Jotun that liked to look upon the past and deny the present. He often spoke about the former glory of Jotunheim and the great kingdom that it once was. Loki suspected his appreciation of Earth came as a rebellious reaction of his father's hatred for the world he never got to conquer. His kingship at present days was a big failure; burdened with memories, he refused to know anything about a treat with Asgard until Farbauti had convinced him. Luckily the queen was a woman of reason and Loki knew who he got his cunning and piercing tongue from. She was the one to stay by Laufey's side during the reunions with the Allfather, the one to murmur the right words in this ear…and the one who came up with the idea of an arranged marriage.

Since then Loki despised her too with all his soul, and prayed for the day his elder brother Helblindi would take the throne. But for now he was standing in the middle of the main hall in front of an irate Laufey. "He ran away! That coward son of the damned Odin! He ran away without a word and is hiding somewhere like a bug in shit!"

"Father…"

"And that bastard king of fucking Asgard didn't even have the guts to report it to me! Two months! Two months it has been and he still not able to find his own rotten seed of a son! Pitiful and nasty piece of work that he is. That lesser coward isn't even worthy of licking my boots, let alone to mix with my blood!"

Loki clenched his fists feeling his blood boiling up in anger… How dare his father to speak in such a way of Thor?!

But then Laufey seemed to notice his presence and smirked suspiciously.

"However, that gives us an excellent opportunity to have our way against Asgard."

Loki returned the gesture, already sensing Laufey's point.

"Will you fight for my damaged honour, father?"

"You're a runt. You don't have any honour to fight for. But nobody breaks a treaty with me and leaves unscratched. If the prince doesn't appear until the wedding date, which I hope he won't do, we will go to war under a just cause."

"I don't think mother will appreciate it."

"I don't care about what your mother thinks, not this time. We will retrieve the casket without bowing our heads and nobody will be able to deny it to us. And you – he pointed his finger at Loki – when the moment comes must appear heartbroken and highly offended. Don't let them think for a moment that this situation benefits us in any way. I believe you are able to do that at least."

"Of course, father." Loki feared his inner joy would break through his plain expression. "Is that all?"

"Yes, yes, you're dismissed."

Once out of the main hall the Jotun prince granted himself a broad smile. God! It was all just perfect! His glory-sick parent was far more excited with the idea of war that he was showing. Laufey cared not for his son's honour; he expected Asgard's shame and a perfect excuse to raise his sword against his eternal enemies. The old king of Jotunheim looked younger and full of energy; it was clear as glass that he was looking forward to the big day with great expectations.

And Loki couldn't wait for the instant that hope would be broken in thousand little pieces, light enough to fly with the winds. Oh Yes! He longed to see his father's face when Thor would appear in front of the altar with a radiant smile. Yes! Yes, yes yes! How sweet his disillusion would taste. The best wedding gift of all times!

"Wow! You don't look like someone who just has been rejected by his fiancé, little brother."

Loki turned his head with a grin, because in front of him stood the only decent member of his family.

"Helblindi."

"Just don't tell me you are as excited about this stupid war possibility as father is."

"What war?"

The elder Jotun let out a sigh, sometimes he felt like the only one in his family that believed prosperity didn't lie in weapons but in a child's smile over a piece of bread. "The one our king will bring upon Jotunheim if there's no wedding."

Loki giggled lightly and considered telling his sibling everything, if only for the sake of making fun of Laufey, but it was too dangerous to use words within the royal house because every wall was eyes and ears for the queen. But Helblindi looked really concerned so at the end Loki opted for tossing his black mane to the other side, revealing the dark teeth markings all over his neck.

"So, what war, brother?"

Helblindi stood with his mouth open wide, focusing his gaze between Loki's neck and his wide smirk. God blessed, he knew those markings were too small for a Jotun jaw.

"What?"

"See? I found a little puppy near my cave some weeks ago. A poor, lost, golden puppy."

"You…but how? I mean…Him?"

Loki nodded before continuing their walk. "I will tell you the rest in due course, brother. Wait until then."

"Sometimes you just freak me out" they both laughed.

The rest of the way was silent and comfortable as always. Unlike Býleistr, Helblindi could be trusted and their mutual dislike of Laufey made their brotherhood even stronger. Loki remembered when he was a child, so tiny and defenseless between grown up Jotuns that anyone could have stepped on him if it was not because Helblindi used to carry him on his shoulders all the time. Time had passed but the mage still considered his elder brother as the only person in Jotunheim he would ever stand for.

They parted at the castle's gates when Helblindi delivered a light kiss upon Loki's head and returned to his duties while his younger sibling headed back home.

Where his future husband awaited.

Thanks to everyone! Dicks in the next chapter.

Oh! And what do you think about Helblindi? Would you like to see him more or not?