Loki walked the halls of Asgard as if he owned them. Each time his foot fell to the ground everyone would turn to look at him as if he was the only source of noise in the room. Maybe it was because of his magic, or maybe they were shocked that a frost giant could hold them self in the poise that Loki did. He acted as if he was almost Asgardian which was what set Thor off about him. Thor glared from across the dining hall at Loki as the giant managed to charm around Asgardian man to a fit of laughter. He felt the anger from the previous events boil inside of him which would be quickly masked by the jealousy he found himself holding for the other men that Loki charmed into speaking to him. But Loki showed no signs of remorse for either of his crime on Thor. Thor knew he must have been the one to cast that green curse on him, no other one was capable of doing that.

For it was last night that Thor finally put the pieces together about Loki. He knew he had seen the giant from somewhere before, and that place was from the original treaty meeting between the Asgardians and the Jotun

Flashback

Odin was smiling, something that was rare to find. Thor sat beside him, the icy walls of Jotunheim surrounding them. But he felt not cold. Warmth and pride filled his bones as he looked across the room to the throne in which Layfey sat. In Jotun form the King was impressive. His blue skin stretched taut over his muscles as the King laughed beckoning the source of his laughter closer to him. Layfey's youngest son approached him from the place he had stood not too far from the King.

Thor, oddly, was struck by the Jotun's beauty. Covered in light furs and gold charms the son approached Layfey, taking his father's hand. The prince of Asgard immediately noticed the height difference between the other prince and Layfey, but dismissed it. The youngest son's black hair was braided down his back, gold thread weaved in and out of the braid and Thor found himself transfixed. The Jotun shifted as his father's rough hand landed on his shoulder giving him a shake. The gold on him shimmed, and Thor found himself transfixed.

"You know," The sound of his mother's voice startled him and he turned towards her quickly. Frigga smiled, and stroked Thor's hair. "That beautiful of a creature should not be spoiled by the cruelty of war." She twisted Thor's hair around her finger, "He is the sorcerer of Jotunheim for this generation, his dam being the one before him. They are known for their beauty." Frigga paused in her words to watch the sorcerer before them, "But they are fated. A Jotun sorcerer is fated to fall in love with one they can never possible have," She heaved, braiding a small piece of her son's hair, and stroking his shoulder in comfort, "And they are fated to die at the hands of an Asgardian."

Thor had pieced it together late last night as he sat slumped in his chair, staring out as Asgard's two moons as they orbited. He wasn't sure how long he had sat there, letting his thoughts roll though his head but it must have been a fair amount of time for when he went to bed the golden sun was poking over the horizon.

Even with being faced with this new information he felt his anger towards Loki boil and bubbled inside his soul. The giant seemed to have charmed everyone around him into talking to, much the opposite of Thor. Thor brooded in the corner of the room, watching Loki and refusing everyone that approached him. He knew that he was being rude but he failed to care. Eventually he found his eyes drifting over to Sif. She had her back to him as she stood with the other warriors, discussing and bragging to her heart's content.

"Have you ever been to a Frost Giant party, o'prince of Asgard," Thor spooked at the voice in his ear. He whipped around in his chair to find Loki seated on his armrest. Loki picked at his fingernails, tossing the piece he had pulled off to the side. Thor's curled his lip in disgust.

"No, I'm afraid I have not, o'prince of Jotunheim," Thor mocked Loki and watched at the other stiffened slightly at his words. Loki grinned and turned towards him.

"Then I'm sad to inform you, Thor, that you have been missing out," Loki said, standing up with a kick of his boots to stand in front of Thor's chair, "You see, they are a whole lot more fun than this boring old thing," Loki looked around as the dining room table and high ceilings. "A real party will be much bigger. But in a way, much much smaller," Loki looked at him, Thor returned the gaze. His chest thickened a bit at meeting Loki's gaze. "You could come with me, get you much more incorporated into the Frost Giant culture," Loki's smirk set Thor off and the fluttering within his chest bumped to a stop, overcome with anger.

"From what I have heard the frost giant culture is much less, how do you say it, cultured," Thor snapped back, standing from his chair so he could use the inch he had on Loki to his advantage. Loki shrugged at him. "I've heard that giants get ragingly intoxicated off cheap mead and diseases are past around only to infect you're district more," Loki looked slight offended, which only caused Thor more pleasure.

"You've only ever heard of these things, you must need to see it to believe what is false," Loki growled back. Thor crossed his arms.

"I believe what my sources tell me,"

"Well your sources need to get better ears,"

"It doesn't take any ears to know these simple facts about the giant district," Thor scoffed, "You can see it in the poverty and incompetent beings," Loki's hand twitched as if he was going to lash out at Thor. Thor grabbed his wrist, squeezing, snapping the bone in half. Loki jerked backwards but Thor pulled him close, "Threaten me in the hall of Asgard and you're as good as dead Loki," Thor breathed into his ear, before dropped Loki's wrist and stepping away. Loki curled his fingers and in seconds Thor's could see his wrist had healed itself.

"It's best not to threaten one who is stronger then you, Odinson," Loki growled, flexing the previously injured wrist. Thor couldn't help but laugh.

"You, stronger than me? You're about as strong as a maid!" Thor sneered, smirking at Loki. Loki opened his mouth as if he was going to snap back something but was stopped by the strong hand of Helblindi. Thor felt himself groan in annoyance.

"Is something going on here," Helblindi asked, wrapping an arm around Loki's shoulders. Thor frowned. Unlike Loki, Helblindi was big. One of the biggest frost giants in Asgardian form he had ever seen. He stood five or six inches bigger than Thor and wrapped in silver armor and blue coats Thor knew the other prince of Jotunheim would not be as easy to overcome.

"Nothing was going on," Loki growled at his brother, shaking Helblindi's arm off of him. Thor wondered for a moment which of them was older and who was bound to rule the throne of Jotunheim while Thor ruled Asgard. At that moment he wished neither of them would.

"I think it is about time we got going brother," Helblindi muttered, "Come now," Loki turned towards Thor, frowning. Thor smirked back, feeling as if he had won their first battle.

"If I didn't know better, Loki, it would seem as if you were trying to get me to go to a Jotun party. Do you really find me that interesting?" Thor sneered. Loki growled and dove towards the prince, Helblindi caught his brother by his elbows pulling him against his chest.

"I said, come now brother," Helblindi growled, heaving Loki off with him. Thor watched them go and smiled on the inside and out.

Two days later, and five arguments later, the court was due to meet. He glared at him across the room and Loki glared back. He found himself failing to pay any attention to the woman on the floor when he was trying to look more bitter towards Loki then Loki was feeling towards him. So they sat, exchanging glares and maybe a few gestures of anger. And as they exited the room, Thor angrily bumped his shoulder against Loki causing the giant to stumble slightly. Loki glared at him.

"Fuck you," He sneered at Thor, raising his lip up slightly to expose his teeth. Thor only bumped his shoulder again.

"What, Loki, does that bother you?" He asked, bumping and pushing Loki down a separate hallway then they would normal go.

"Yes it actually does," Loki was back to looking in front his him again. Thor bumped his hip against Loki and the giant stumbled to the side, catching himself on one of the steps of on the side of Asgard's halls and tumbling to the ground. Thor laughed and stood over him. Loki stumbled to his feet.

"Not quite as graceful as I thought you were, Loki," Thor spat his name out at him. Loki's fingers clenched into fists and for a moment Thor thought he was going to use his magic on him. But he knew Loki wouldn't dare to do that now. Loki slowly relaxed, dropping his shoulders.

"There is a party tonight," Loki growled, "Why don't you try and threaten me in Frost Giant territory?" Loki snapped, stepping closer than Thor. Thor rolled his eyes.

"As if I would purposely put myself at a disadvantage," Thor took a step closer to him. In the process he landed on Loki's foot completely on accident. Loki jumped backwards against the column behind him, swearing.

"You big oaf you stepped on me! You must weight half a ton!" Loki barked, Thor frowned.

"I do not!" He snapped back, crossing his arms and moving to stand taller than Loki. Loki looked up at him, frowning and Thor felt himself moving before he could stop.

He crushed their lips together, gripping on to the back of Loki's hair and tugging it to keep a hold on the prince. Loki gasped before angrily biting at Thor's bottom lip. Thor jerked backwards, keeping a hold on Loki's hair.

"You bit me!"

"Let it go." Loki growled back, their faces inches apart. Blood dripped from the canine tooth mark on Thor's lip. Loki raised the hand from Thor's chest and pressed his thumb against the blood. Thor's stomach flipped slightly. With a smirk Loki smeared the blood under both of Thor's eyes.

"Bit me, Thor Odinson," Loki sneered, he vanished from Thor's hold. Thor stood up straight and bolted around in time to see Loki retreating down the hall. Loki stopped at the end of the hall and smiled at Thor. He waved, "Thor, you've got a little something on your lip," He smirked before taking off around the corner. Thor growled angrily taking off after the prince of Jotunheim.

((Sorry for the shortness of this chapter but this needed to end here))