Ok, Here's the fact; I'm Spanish, and we use a different dialogue format, as you may have noticed. I was thinking for a long time to start using quotation marks but didn't feel like it. So thank you Hannah and mysterious guest for giving me the final push. I hope it's alright now.

Oh! And enjoy this chapter, is one of my favourites :3

Thor submerged himself in the hot water. A bath was all he needed after such intense sparring. He bent his head back and closed his eyes. Never mind that Loki was gone for hours now, his heart still beating faster than usual just from the memory of all that happened before. He groaned, holding the frame of the bath until his knuckles turned white. Loki! Oh Loki…that tempting bastard! He set his body on fire and now made his mind go wild. There was nothing Thor desired more that for his Jotun to return soon, to taste his mouth again and suck on his tongue, to hear him moaning beneath his body and touch him, trace the dark lines with his mouth and bury himself into the other's inviting body, shivering from his scent impregnating the Aesir from inside. The prince moaned loudly just imagining all he would to his host once they were together again. He placed a hand around his hardening cock under the water, and picturing Loki's mouth instead Thor turned his head to the side remembering every little detail from their previous encounter. Loki's naked torso bruised and wet from snow and sweat rubbing against his own, the sparkling red eyes looking at him with want and the motion of mutual hardness and desperation filling the air…They were alone, and ready for what two months of stolen glances and cocky smiles led to. Damned bird!

Two months he spent in this little stolen piece of Norway, alone with a Jotun, a natural enemy of his people. And he not only didn't hurt him, but shared his food with the prince, lent him a bed to sleep in and entertained him. Thor liked to sit in the evenings on the sofa, warming in the heat radiating from the fireplace and listening to Loki read aloud. Sometimes he was interested in the stories, but sometimes he just enjoyed the other man's deep voice, admiring his calm face and faint smile. And it was with that heavenly image that Thor reached his peak in the bath, relaxing slowly in a graced eve.

However, when he placed his hand out of the water a sparkle of gold froze the blood in his veins.

The engagement bracelet.

Suddenly the reality hit him. The reason he was hiding in Loki's place was because he wanted to prepare himself for his wedding. Because he was sentenced.

Thor got out of the water, drying himself with a towel clearly brought from Midgard. His heart ached with every movement. He wasn't free, free to go and live wherever he wanted, free to take a lover or to marry whoever he fell in love with. That freedom meant little for most of his fellows but for him, since he didn't have it, it meant everything. Two months ago he was pissed and angry, because he was being forced to do something he didn't want. But now it felt different, desperation finding its way into his heart. Because two months ago he was disgusted but determined to accept his fate since he didn't have a reason to reject it. Now everything changed, now he had a reason.

No matter how much Thor tried to focus in his duty, to convince himself he had to go back, to prepare himself for receiving his betrothed, his mind keep going back to Loki, to his tempting lips, sparkling eyes, calm voice and storming laugh…Loki was a Jotun too, along with his fiancé, but for the Asgardian they couldn't be more different.

Loki, oh Loki! His beautiful and fierce Loki. He was an exception to all Jotun race - he was interested in Midgard, read a lot, liked the heat and hated raw food, dressed like a rock star instead of a barbarian, spoke like a noble and never sucked up to the prince of Asgard, his continuous insults already felt almost endearing. Oh how would Thor miss him.

Just the thought made his mouth taste bitter. To miss Loki meant to leave him, to never see him again…And for the first time in his life Thor hated everything. Hated his father, the Jotun king, his betrothed, all of Jotunheim and all of Asgard. He hated everything but that little piece of heaven where he could spend the days chatting and sparring with his dear friend.

If only everything would be as simple as his wishes. But he had responsibilities and a born to be king couldn't run away. He glared at the bracelet as if it was guilty for all his problems. It was a beautiful piece of jewellery, carved with the representations of Asgard and Jotunheim together, combined in the golden surface as it would never be in true life, be it because of pure physics or because Thor couldn't imagine himself feeling anything for his future husband.

However, besides the engagement he had another problem at the moment.

Loki knew nothing about Thor's situation. On their first day together he told the Jotun that he needed some mediation time, away from home, and was offered to stay there as a guest. For some reason the prince didn't find it appropriate to tell the truth, and now…How would Loki react to it? Things between them developed patiently, mutual attraction growing slowly but entangled like fishing net, 'til the point of exploding that morning. And now there was no going back.

He lay down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling and thinking about all those depressing things. But thinking had never been his strong point so he fell asleep quite easily, and dreamed of Loki in the traditional wedding clothes of his people, smiling by his side. He also dreamed of his mother clapping her hands in happiness, of Tony, for some reason present in the Asgardian hall, making obscene gestures to Sif and being punched in the face. He dreamed of everyone he loved and felt true happiness.

Then slowly he started to return to consciousness, to a cold touch on his face caressing his jaw and brushing the hair away, travelling across his features with gentleness and care. Thor opened his eyes lazily to find Loki bent over him, so close, just a breath away and smiling mischievously while wrapping his gelid fingers around the prince's neck.

"You know? If I had been an enemy you would already be dead."

"Oh! But you're not." Without thinking twice he reached for the Jotun's neck and pulled him down for an open kiss. Loki's cheeks and lips were cold against his own, as well as his tongue that was looking for warmth rubbing against Thor's palate deep inside, taking his time to explore his mouth and tangling with the other tongue, dancing and twisting until they became one. Both men melted in their mutual embrace and the air was quickly filled with sweet and soft moans escaping their lips. Until Loki broke the kiss, panting heavily.

"Are you sure? Because it looks like I just hunted you down."

Thor just laughed passing a hand along his spine. "Yes, like a wild wolf hunts a tiger. I wonder who would be the victim at the end."

"Maybe both of them."

"Maybe." He kissed his Jotun again, but it was a small and chaste kiss this time. "You would make a good werewolf, though."

"Don't mess with it, werewolves are real. I had a very unpleasant encounter with some of them on Earth."

The golden prince let out a laugh, moving a little so Loki could lay by his side. "Where? In Hogwarts?"

"Idiot."

He rolled his eyes but his voice was warm and he wrapped his arms around Thor's chest, burying his face in it. They stayed like that for a while, sharing small caresses in pure bliss and joking about meaningless things, until Thor lifted Loki's chin for a deep kiss. "How did the reunion go?"

"My father is retarded, my brother still endures all his stubbornness, and I'm tired as fuck."

"Rest then," Thor embraced him tighter and kissed his forehead. His hand travelled to the back of Loki's neck massaging it slowly, feeling the other relax in his arms and falling asleep in minutes.

If only they could stay like that forever.

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