Choices You Make

The harps play, the candles flickered casting a muted dimness over the entire chamber of glittering gold. Frigga sat on her satin chaise lounge of royal purple, golden curtains hanging loosely above her.

Thor sat on the arm chair opposite her, a cauldron sat on the glassy table between them.

"How much longer?" Thor asked.

"In three weeks it will be ready"

"And this curse will be gone?"

"Yes…"

Thor leans forth, clasping his hands together. "And…this strange desire in me, this thing I feel for Loki would be gone?" He asked carefully.

"That is the idea, yes. The uncontrollable lust and rage will be gone that I am sure" Frigga said. "But…if this desire that you feel is born from within you, out of your own free will…then it will stay"

Thor let out a soft laugh. "You think I have fallen for a Jotun for real?"

"…"

"A beast that cursed me into laying with him?" Though as Thor says the word, there was no real anger or disgust in his tone. Calling Jotuns beasts was merely out of habit more than any real revulsion. Before this perhaps there was real disgust, but not anymore.

"..."

Thor clenched his jaws, lowering his eyes to the ground.

"Thor…" Frigga called gently. She knows his fears. A fear that should not even exist. "Jotuns are not monsters Thor. It is alright if the desires do not go away even after this. At the very least, you would know that not everything is a lie, forced by the curse upon you"

"Are you saying that you would accept him if I choose him as my Queen?"

"No one would accept him even if I do…and I trust that you know that the council would wish for you to choose the Vanir Princess?"

"I do" Thor nodded.

His council had wanted him to choose Elise as his consort. She would make the perfect Queen. She was proper in their eyes. Sweet and gentle as woman should be. And Vanaheim is strong.

As for the Muspelheim Princess, Jarnsaxa… His council had shaken their heads in disapproval. She had sparred with Thor on the second day of her arrival and set the sparring ring on fire in the process. She is wild they grumbled. Untamed! Thor could not argue. Truth, she reminded Thor of Loki and Sif.

"Mother…I know what the council says…but what do you say?" Thor asked.

Frigga smiled. "You are the King of Asgard…it is what you say that matters"

Truth, Thor had always imagined his courting very differently. He had always imagined the tournament and celebrations following his coronation where the other realms would came to pay their homage very differently. He'd told them to Volstagg.

"Well my friend, your imagination seriously needs work" Volstagg laughed. "Parents-in-law are right pain in the ass".

Thor wanted to say that his 'parents- in-law' were hardly the core of the issue.

Every day since the arrival of those royalties from the other realm was agony to Thor. His every move watched his every word analyzed over and over again for hidden meanings and motives. Even the most innocent invites or dances would bring speculations.

Why did he speak to that noblemen's daughter? Does he like her more than their King's daughter? Why did he invite this princess and not the other? Why did Thor have two dances with her and not the other? Did Thor favor one over the other already? And at such an early stage?

What does the King sees in his potential consort? Is it military might of the realm that backs her? Wealth? Or simply a pretty face?

If it were any noblemen's daughter that he seems even remotely interested in, then Thor is a fool, they would whisper. He would gain no favors from their Kings by favoring a noble over the King's daughters.

If it was Elise, the Vanir Princess that he was seen speaking to, there would be talks that Thor was interested in military power. If it was Vigdis, the Elven Princess, the second daughter of Leif, a plain little thing who possesses none of her father's beauty, then it is wealth Thor desires, or so it would be said among the nobles. And if it were Jarnsaxa that Thor smiles at, then he is a shallow King who sees only beauty and excitement.

Jarnsaxa, the Muspelheim Princess was a beauty among beauties. A fire demon among fire demons. A wild little thing with a face any man would die for. That Thor could not argue. Just the thought of her would make his cock stir.

Jarnsaxa was fair, her skin smooth; and her eyes were the deepest of ruby and they were fierce, as if burning flames in a skull. Her lips were rosy and her lashes thick and dark, almost as if she powdered them in dark shades, giving herself an almost arrogant, mysterious, phantom like beauty. And her wavy midnight tresses that trickled over her shoulders and the small of her back were darker than night, so contrasting the velvet fairness of her skin.

And Valgard, the Dwarf King has no daughter. But he brought his eldest son. Thor rather hope that his courtesy towards Valgard's son, Brook, would not spark yet another speculation or he would truly have to sit down hard and think over the impression he was giving out.

As of now, the eyes of every man and woman of every realm was on him. Once he would have thought it wickedly exciting and exhilarating to command such attention, but now that he has it, he felt only dread. One wrong move and he could ruin Asgard's standing and reputation. And to make matters worse, by the end of the first week, it seems that all the realms knew that Thor had bedded Loki, a Jotun.

He had thought such private news would remain within the castle and among the nobles and warriors only, but that hope had been dashed rather quickly. It seems that the warriors from the other realms couldn't keep their mouth shut when they heard the stories of how vocal Loki had been between the sheets from his warriors.

"We all heard him during the hunt" They chuckled.

Everyone was congratulating him and winking at him as if they knew some dirty secret and laughing at Loki. And he meant everyone. Even when Loki went to town with him in his Aesir form, it seems that all the merchants and fruit sellers, even the children knew that Loki was Jotun and how exactly Thor had bedded him and that Loki had begged shamelessly in that tent.

Finally, the great secret of taming a Jotun has been found out. All you needed to do was stick it into their cunt they laughed.

The only lucky thing from the entire fiasco was that Loki was Jotun. Not seen as a person, or by law, Loki would have been executed for laying with Thor.

More than anything, there cannot be any challenges to the Queen's position, now that Thor would be taking a Queen soon.

Loki's misery and anger was deepening everyday and Thor knew it was only a matter of time before Loki snaps. And Loki's anger was affecting him. The beast in him stirs, anger rising in him unbidden without reason and it was all he could do to keep himself in check. He'd excused himself in a hurry when he felt his control starting to slip.

The potion could not be ready soon enough.

At this point, Thor would gladly do anything to sooth Loki. To comfort him…but it was no good. No words would ever make Loki more acceptable in the eyes of others or raise his standings among the other realms or any less Jotun in the eyes of others.

Just a few minutes ago, when Thor had meant to take Loki and the princesses to town, Thor had to jump in front of Loki to stop his massacre of the stable boys who were snickering at him when they brought his mount.

Thor grabbed Loki by his thin wrist and glared at the two gullible boys. "Get out of here! Both of you!" He snapped.

The boys disappeared pretty quickly. Confusion, clear on their chubby face.

"Thor, let go of me!" Loki hissed, wrenching his wrist free. "I would have their tongues!"

"Taking a man's tongue do not prove him a liar, but that you fear what he might say"

"Then his head! I will have them on spikes!"

Thor grimaced. "Forget about them…come on. We'll get you some jewels"

Loki hissed; his emerald eyes afire. "I want them dead!"

"Lo-"

"I do not wish to go anymore. I will not be paraded like some animal for your people's amusement! So go! Get out of my sight!"

Thor shifted uncomfortably; the princesses were looking at them with alarming interest.

"Are we going?" Elise asked.

Thor hesitated. He couldn't leave Loki alone. If he did, he was sure the two boys would be very dead. And he could not afford murders in the castle now…especially not when there are foreign royalties around. It undermines authority!

He turns to the ladies and smile.

"Um, perhaps we could go to town another day" He said. "The garden…it is nice this time of the year. I could have servants take you there"

The girls snickered.

"Do not bother your grace. We know the way there" Jarnsaxa said. "Go on…it must be tedious to have such a needy pet"

At once, Thor's fingers flew to latched tightly over Loki's wrist, his muscles tensed, a smile plastered over his face as he laughs it off. He did not need to look at Loki's face to know that Loki could kill right there and then. Consequences be damn.

The others laugh too.

"Well then, I will see you Ladies later" Thor said, dragging Loki out of the stables.

"Where are you taking me?!" Loki demanded.

But Thor was not listening; he quickened his pace, dragging Loki into the nearest room which happens to be a room for brooms and cleaning equipment. It was small but by no means cramp.

"What is it?!" Loki snapped, when Thor finally released him and shut the door behind them.

"You need to keep your temper in check" Thor said.

At that, Loki laughs. "And you are the one to talk? You who could barely control yourself without me"

"And whose fault is that? You curse me" Thor said. "I would demand you remove it but you would not and so I would not waste my breath over it"

Loki hissed.

It was not the first time Loki had hissed at him in his Aesir form but Thor still found it strange. It was an expression that just did not go with Aesir features.

"Perhaps I should leave you now" Loki said icily, tilting his head mockingly. "Let all see the true face of the perfect King of Asgard. The famed golden prince"

Thor snorted. Loki was angry and hurt over all the whispers that had been going around and now he wanted Thor to hurt too. He wanted Thor to suffer with him. Thor did not rise to the bait. It was too obvious.

"You won't" Thor said.

"What's stopping me?" Loki challenged.

"Your heart. I am yours and you are mine"

Loki sneered.

"What? Too romantic?" Thor teased, darting forth to pull Loki into his embrace and kissed him.

Loki let out a scream of rage, a rage that was not directed at Thor. Loki struggled and fought; pounding and shoving at Thor's chest and striking him hard. Thor held onto Loki tight, kissing him over and over again even as Loki bites him.

"Bastard! Bastard!" Loki screamed. He screamed till his throat felt sore and his lungs could burst. His anger at everyone, his anger at the laughter, at the revulsion and mockery that was evident in everyone eyes, his anger through the week, it all came in torrent.

Thor did not know how, but he just knew that Loki needed this. Needed something physical to fight, to rage against or he would crumble and snap.

Thor did not know how long Loki resisted but then Loki's mouth opened under his and Loki kissed him back with passion. There were tears on Loki's face and Thor brought his large hand up to wipe them away.

"Shh…I've got you" Thor soothed.

He dragged his lips over Loki's tear stricken cheek and kissed him there, then he moves to kiss Loki's eye lids one after the other, and then his temple, his ears, his neck as Loki shuddered against him.

"I want this… chain me, wreck me, punish me …" Loki gasped, tugging at Thor's armor. He didn't want to think. He wanted to stop thinking for a moment! His head hurts!

"As you wish" Thor's hand went for Loki's tunic and yanked; tearing the fabric so that Loki was bare and he shoved Loki to the wooden table behind him and make him bend over.

The beast was not stirring in Thor, but his body was more than willing to give Loki what he wanted. Thor stood behind Loki and reached over to cup Loki's hardened length through his leather pants.

Loki gasped.

"What are you? An animal in heat?" Thor growled against Loki's ear. Thor do not speak like that to his partners, but he remembers enough from their pass session when the beast have been strong in him to know that this is what Loki wanted.

"Ruin me…" Loki shuddered.

In the quiet hours of the morning, Thor watches Loki sleep in his Aesir form. Loki looked so innocent, and so at peace. His fingers reached forth to hook a stand of ebony locks behind Loki's ear.

Loki did not stir. Loki was no longer so defensive that every creak of the bed would wake him.

A smile twitched at the side of Thor's lips. Loki had learned to trust him, even if just a little, even if Loki would never admit it.

He has lost count of the number of mornings he had simply watched Loki sleep like this. It felt like it had always been this way, but truth be told, it had only been a few weeks.

He wanted to kiss him awake…he wanted to hold him in his embrace… And he wondered in fear if these feelings would stay even after the curse has been broken. It frightens him that he would still want this…and it frightens him too that these feelings… are not lust. It frightens him to think that he may actually truly care for Loki. Not love him perhaps…but cared enough for him to want to protect him.

Loki let out a soft moan. He was starting to stir.

At once Thor lay back in bed, feinting sleep.

The end of two weeks marks the end of the tournament. And Thor could not be happier. It was not that he did not enjoy the tournament, or the feasting and drinking and dancing and singing every evening, it was just that he feared that Loki would try to join in the tournament to let some steam off.

The warriors would not hesitate to maim the Jotun Prince. Not that Loki was defenseless, but Thor could not take the risk.

"Let's give it up for the winner of this tournament" Thor raised his goblet at the high table. "The realm with the most point goes to Vanaheim!"

The Vanir warriors cheered. The others clapped with equal vigor. It matter not who won, everyone had fun.

"And so, let the feast begin!" Thor announced. Loud bangs of fireworks erupted all over the darkened skies outside marking the start of the feast.

As the night dragged on, the warriors became louder and wilder. The warriors boasted shamelessly and meads spilled as the night drag on. They drank, they fought and they laugh. Server girls draped themselves over drunken warriors and some being dragged off, blushing and laughing to the nearest room by the feasting hall.

Thor roared in laughter at the high tables when Jarnsaxa, the Princess of Muspelheim finished her tale. It was a funny tale of how she'd tricked her brothers into wearing dresses once, a long time ago.

"You jest" Thor said.

"I speak the truth!" She laughed, tears in her eyes.

Jarnsaxa…out of all the princesses and nobles, Thor liked her best. But it matters not…the union has nothing to do with the matters of heart. He has a duty to obtain a union that would put Asgard at the best advantage.

"Come on…let's get out of here" Jarnsaxa gave him a mischievous smile.

Thor's heart skipped a beat. He hesitated for a moment, glancing towards the others at the high table. He had not spoken to Elise, the Princess of Vanaheim yet tonight. The one he should be impressing…The one whose union would offer Asgard an even greater military might than what she already posses.

"You know, tales of your conquest spread far and wide...but I wonder though, which ones are truth and which ones are just that, a tale..." Jarnsaxa smirks; her slender fingers crawling up Thor's thigh beneath the table.

Thor blushed, his fingers reached to grab her wrist, stopping her. He was hardly a virgin but…

"Afraid?" She purred.

Thor felt his cock stir. Norns…she is beautiful.

"I want her" he realized. But he also realized that if he takes her, he will have no choice but to choose her as his consort. She'd claim that he had sullied her honour, taken her maidenhood; though Thor was sure that she was no maiden.

A proper King would reject her offer. But perhaps it was the mead spinning in his head or perhaps it was the tension that had been tearing at him through the weeks or perhaps he was simply a fool that thinks with his cock rather than his head, or perhaps it was all of them combine, a surge of defiance raced through him.

"Come" Thor winked.

They snuck away from the feast. They barely got out the door before Thor was kissing her as she tears at his golden locks.

"Norns I want you" Jarnsaxa gasped.

It was a mystery how they even manage to get down to the sparring ring and the moment they got there, she shoved him hard against the stand. Thor chuckled, his large hand hitched up her flowing gown of red as she continued kissing him with mounting passion.

"Oh…" He moaned, shifting to kiss her neck, slipping his hand down her undergarment. She was sopping wet down there.

"The mighty Thor" She breathes. "Show me what you've got"

"Your wish is my command" Thor said; pressing into her folds he curled his finger and brushed a little nub.

She shuddered.

"You like that huh?" He pushed her onto the ground. Her thick wavy ebony locks sprawled beneath them.

His fingers reached for the front of her dress and he yanked, ripping the silk so that her breast fell free. Her nipples were hardened to little peaks and he brought his lips over them, giving a teasing tug.

She groaned, her nails dug into his scalp.

Next Thor took off her lacy panties. He spread her out, bending over he captures her lips in another kiss as he quickens his strokes at the swelling nub between her heat.

"Oh…! Yes…yes, yes like that…" Her arms wrap tight about Thor's neck.

"You are so beautiful. So beautiful" Thor breaths against her ear. His cock strained against his breeches. But he waited until her breaths were shallow pants and she was so close that he stopped and pull away.

"You tease!" She whined.

"Patience my love" He reached for his breeches.

It was then that he saw a sight that chilled him to the bones. It was as if someone had dumped a pail of ice cold water on him, waking him up from the stupidity he was about to commit. He stopped at once.

Loki…

Loki was standing a little away from them amid the ring.

Norns…They must have missed him in their haste to get to closest surface.

"What is it?" Jarnsaxa pushed herself up when Thor did not move.

She followed his gaze and saw Loki. A devilish smile tugged at her lips and she turn to Thor.

"Such a perverted little pet you have" She said. "Let him watch then, he would be watching a lot from the foot of our bed soon. And if he is a good boy, perhaps he could join us too someday"

From the distance, Thor could not see Loki's expression, but all the same, terror, horror seized Thor's entire being as he hurried off Jarnsaxa.

"Thor!" She protested, but Thor was no longer listening.

"Loki! Wa-" Before Thor could take a step towards the Jotun Prince, Loki vanished.

For the first time since Loki's arrival, Thor felt that he had betrayed Loki. He had done something wrong.

"Come darling…" Jarnsaxa came to him, putting her arms about him.

"I…I don't think we should" Thor murmured.

She frowned but she did not push it; tucking a strand of stray locks over her ear. "Well then, I'll go touch up and meet you inside"

"Yeah…" Thor gave her a forced smile.

The rest of the night was ruined. Thor drank and he drank trying to enjoy himself, but it all tasted blend on his tongue. The jokes and stories and songs sounded dull to his ears. And his laughter was empty.

He could not remember much. Everything passing him in a sort of blur as his mind wondered unbidden to Loki. He forgot about the council meeting, he forgot about Elise…he simply drank. At some point he must have stopped, but he could not remember when.

Farbauti was with Laufey in his work room when Thrym came to give Laufey the news that their armies are ready. Laufey had nodded and dismissed him quickly. With Thrym's history with Laufey and Thrym's blatant dislike of Loki, Farbauti did not get along well with Thrym at all.

Blows have been exchanged in council meetings before. In fact it was not all that uncommon. Thrym did not give a damn for authority. He would speak it as it is. Laufey considered it a gift and a curse.

"And now we wait" Laufey said, looking out his window. "Let's hope it will be enough to defend Jotunheim"

"Loki meant to conquer Asgard" Farbauti said as if Laufey had somehow forgotten Loki's mad scheme.

Laufey sighs, turning to face Farbauti. He loves Loki, he truly do…but he cannot give him this. This is not a game. This is not a gamble he is willing to stake.

"Yes…but he will not have our army" Laufey said.

At that Farbauti stilled, a sudden fear grips him. He cannot be hearing this right. Laufey cannot mean this.

"What?" He whispered.

"Loki can make his war. But I will not back him. Jotunheim will not back him"

"So you will have him attempt to take Asgard at the head of an army that will betray him the first chance they have?!" Farbauti demanded.

"Yes"

"You mean to kill our child?! You mean for Loki to die?! Is that it?!" Farbauti cried; stepping towards the creature he could not believe was his mate.

"You were the one who wished to sacrifice him before! Let him stay on Asgard if I do not want a war, that was what you said!" Laufey charged.

"That is different! At least he would have lived!"

"I see no difference. He would have been lost to us nevertheless"

"Laufey. They will kill him the first chance they've got!" Farbati said.

"I know"

Thor woke to the icy cold that descended upon his room.

"Loki?" He croaked, silver mist coats his breath. He cleared his dry throat and reached groggily to the glass of water by his bedside table.

His head was pounding, his eyes heavy and his every muscle heavy with exhaustion. Thor has no notion of the hour. In fact, he had no idea how he'd gotten back to his room. His stomach lurched from the alcohol he'd consumed at the feast. He was pretty sure he threw up sometime tonight too. And he'd missed the council meeting… Norn…Frigga was going to kill him.

He coughed when the icy water trickle down his throat.

"Loki?" He called louder into the dark, shivering under the thick covers.

The only reason he knew Loki was in his room was the cold. It was only then that he realized he had been undressed down to his boxers.

"It seems you do remember my name" Came Loki's voice.

Thor groaned, pushing his aching body up when he saw a shape moving towards him.

"You undress me?" He asked.

"Yes. A little late for modesty now don't you think"

The single candle beside him flickered suddenly to life, and when Loki stepped into the candlelight, Thor got a good look at the Jotun's face and guilt and shame clawed terribly at him. He did not forget what Loki saw.

"You are angry at me" Thor said.

"Am I? Did you wrong me?" Loki asked, lowering himself to sit by Thor. Scarlet eyes boring mercilessly into Thor's cerulean ones.

Thor shivered, feeling Loki's biting coldness clawing at his burning skin. Loki did not need to be sneering or hissing at Thor for him to know that Loki was angry. The lack of mockery, tease and insult was enough.

"I…" Thor started. He was so tired…so so tired. "About the feast…Jarn-" Thor stopped.

He should not need to apologize. Loki did not own him! Anger raced through him suddenly. He is the King of Asgard and he could have any women he wanted! He didn't need to explain to anyone! And certainly not a Jotun!

"…"

"Where were you anyway?!" Thor demanded. "You were invited. You just did not show! You didn't show last week either!"

For a moment Loki looked like he was going to say something, but instead he simply stood to his feet and turn away.

A sudden unexplained terror seized Thor, his desperate and childish anger forgotten when he saw that Loki was moving for the door.

"Wait! No!" He cried, the sheets caught his feet and he tumbled out of bed.

Loki halted, turning to face the drunken fool coming towards him.

Golden locks a right mess. Thor didn't know what he was thinking. Most probably that's because he wasn't. But he knows that he didn't want Loki to walk out the door!

"You…waited for me to wake…" Thor said stupidly. He wanted to kick himself.

"To make sure you do not die of alcohol poisoning"

"Loki…" Thor started, his hand reached out, hovering just over those icy skin that would burn him.

Loki looked at those hands and Thor swore he saw a flash of pain in those scarlet eyes and then it was gone. Loki did not shade his skin for Aesir ones this time as he would whenever Thor reached for him.

"Please…" Thor pleaded. "I didn't mean to get mad at you. I-"

"No…" Loki said.

Thor let his hands dropped. Loki's eyes were ice cold.

"Loki…I'm sorry…"

"Is that all that you wish to tell me?"

"Will you stay?" Thor asked quietly.

"Not tonight" Loki stepped away from Thor and left.

Loki returned to his old room. It was dusty and as messy as it had been. No servants had deemed it necessary to clean the pit of a monster. He sat on his dusty bed, his fingers curled.

What in Hel is he doing? He should be back there with Thor, telling him everything is fine, that he did not mind and did not care…it was alright and have that bastard fuck him into oblivion.

He should be there, in Thor's bed, making Thor happy, seducing him. Not putting space between them. Not being angry over…some wench! He did not care what Thor got up to with the demon Princess!

He cannot mess this up now. It would only be another fortnight before Thor announced his choice of consort.

He lowered his gaze; taking a deep breath he calmed himself. The first part of his scheme has been more or less a success. He was enough of a distraction as it is to keep Thor and anyone that matters from focusing too much on preparing their war. And the curse will hold…always a promise of success for the last part of his scheme to weaken Asgard from within.

Truth, things have turned out better than he could have ever hoped. He had not expected the Aesir to hold this grand ceremony in honor of the to be Queen before the eyes of every great realm that could possibly safe them. When he had cast the curse, the intention was simply to show Thor in a light that disgust his men - a jotun lover. The curse was simply so that he could have Thor at his mercy as he whispers things into his ears and weaken Asgard from within. But it seems fate had chosen to smile upon him.

At this rate, Asgard is finish.

Thor will choose him over any of those damnable princesses the other realm had send him. Thor will choose him or Asgard would have a mad berserker King! Thor knows this...

And when Thor chooses him as his consort… Thor would have insulted all three Kings and their nobles that Thor would prefer a Jotun over their daughters; anger twenty of his council men, disgust a million Asgardian warriors and divide the entire realm! And when Asgard falls into chaos, he would have Odin's head and return to Jotunheim.

That should be the final straw for Asgard's love of Thor.

Asgard would finally be at war with herself and her loyalties divided. She will be weak and be ripe for the taking…he has nothing to worry about.

Loki tightened his jaws, his eyes wondered over to his arm as his fingers reached to touch the spot where Thor had meant to touch him if he could have. He let his hand drop.

He cannot afford to doubt. He has come too far for anything else.

Loki stirs to the loud pounding of his door. He groaned. Before he could even get up, Thor had burst into his room.

"Come on. Get dressed. Hurry it up!" Thor all but tosses Loki's fur at him.

"What…?" Loki mumbled, pushing himself up. He swipes a hand down his sleepy face.

What in the name of Hel is going on? What time is it anyway?

His groggy eyes looked towards the window. It was still dark out there. Loki moaned, falling back onto his bed.

"Loki!" Thor hissed, shaking him with his gloved hands. "Get up!"

"Go away!" Loki grumbled, turning away, keeping his eyes firmly shut.

Thor shook him a bit more but Loki remained stubbornly unmoving.

"Fine" Thor snapped at last and then he was gone.

"Finally!" Loki thought.

He was just about to fall back to sleep when a huge pail of water was dump upon him. It was not meant to be hot. It was cold enough to numb Thor's fingers but against Loki's Jotun skin it was steaming hot.

Loki howled, getting up at once. His eyes snapped apart to glare murderously at Thor.

"Get up. We are going on a little trip. Just the both of us" Thor dropped the empty pail onto the ground.

Loki could not read the expression on Thor's face but he could tell that Thor was serious.

"Have you lost your mind?!" Loki blurted. "Are you still drunk?!"

What about everyone else?! These celebrations and feast and cocktail parties that had been going on for the last two weeks and will be going on for another two weeks are for Thor!

Thor is the King of Asgard! Kings do not just run off with a Jotun in the dark on a fortnight before he was to proposed to his Queen!

Was Thor planning to elope with him?!

This was not supposed to happen!

"Get dress now" Thor said.

"No!"

"Lo-"

"What is going on?! What are you doing?!" Loki demanded

"Loki…" Thor heaved a sigh. "Just trust me, please. I need you to get dressed"