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Loki smirked in relief as he made his way stealthily through the underbrush of the palace grounds. Skin tingling in apprehension at the prospect of being caught so quickly after attaining freedom. His time was limited, he knew; what with Heimdall's all seeing gaze honed to all of Asgard. He wished for only a moment a moment to be free of the confines of his chambers. Blessed be if Heimdall gave him at least a good head start before his father's men came to obtain him.
Loki panted; suddenly very aware of what it meant to be 'human' he was exhausted, and he'd barely passed the palace walls. 'So, this is how it was for Thor…' Loki mused absently. Guilt flaring in his heart like a pulsing wound as he minutely recalled what had transpired not long ago. The unspeakable wrong he had done his brother; his sweet, brash, hot-headed, idiotic brother. Who incidentally, had become considerably wise in his short absence from Asgard; Loki smiled in wry humor before he began to worry his lower lip between his teeth, recalling in vibrant detail, the anguished look his brother had given him atop the bridge to Bifrost. The deep rooted anguish that permeated through his strong and seemingly unbreakable being; his eyes had held something that struck a chord deep within Loki's psyche and the resounding vibration sent his heart pounding.
Shaking his head abruptly, Loki frowned harshly, doing his best to stay focused on the task at hand. "Now, was not the time for such troubling thoughts." He growled softly to himself. Reaching the woodland grove he'd played in as a child he halted sharply; confused at the sudden sensation of something cold and wet making its way from his crown to his brow, cautiously Loki raised his hand to brush the unpleasant feeling away; expecting to find blood from a shallow unnoticed wound or tree sap only to find a clear substance glistening back at him from the underside of his palm. Sweat. He was sweating. Puzzlement marred his elfin face as he eyed the substance inquisitively; he had never perspired before. Not as a child or as an adult, he did not have the chemical make-up required to produce such anomalies, given the recent revealing of his heritage it would seem that Frost-Giants have no need to sweat, seeing as their core temperature was about eighty degrees lower than any other being in the realms.
It was about this time that Loki began to regret leaving the cool confines of his chambers; he had enough sense to realize when something was very wrong. Wincing, Loki sighed, deeply annoyed with his new predicament. "How typical, a mere twenty minutes of freedom and I have to turn tail and head back the way I came. Unbelievable." Turning sharply he cursed, staring idly towards the palace, thoroughly weighing his options.
He hadn't stood there for more than a minute or two before the familiar hum of Bifrost's activation roared through the sky. Apprehension tingled along his scalp and that strange resounding vibration in his chest intensified till it rang clear and true like the gong of a bell.
Thor's blood sang, rushing like the coming tied, echoing in his battle hardened ears; his mind throbbing insistently with images of his brother's sly smiling face. 'Could he not even fulfill his sentencing without some form of deception? His ego was beyond astounding.' Thor mused heatedly to himself. Touching down in Bifrost he nodded curtly in Heimdall's direction; taking in the golden clad sentry's calm demeanor with a tinge of bitterness. "Where is he?" Thor's voice rumbled throatily, crackling vehemently in his fury.
"The far east side, just past the wall, near the orchard of Lorna,' Heimdall responded, relaxing his stance. His darkened face lightening in amusement. "You don't have to appear so tense Odin-son; he would never have gotten far. Given his current physical-state, without his power he is about a competent as an infant learning to walk, shaky at best."
Thor's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Then you have obviously misjudged my sweet little brother Heimdall. He is not above underhanded trickery and deception to get what he desires." Smiling ruefully Thor turned towards the orchard of Lorna; Mjullnir in hand. Power built thickly around his strong build briefly before he shot across the sky.
"Well, aren't we all Odin-son?" came Heimdall's hushed response.
The eyes of Odin were very aware of his son's movements as he gazed steadily from his throne; the sky of Asgard had darkened considerably upon his eldest son's return. He was calling forth a tempest through his rampant emotions, whether he was aware of it or not… The time had finally come.
Odin all-father gave a sigh of relief, closing his milky blue eyes; a wise smile curling his chapped lips. These on coming events, would be most entertaining.
A deep throaty chuckle could be heard echoing through the palace halls that evening.
Loki inwardly flinched at the sudden appearance of his ever absent elder brother. Doing his best to ignore the strange little flutter his heart made. Lips pursing Loki squared his jaw broadening his stance; his eyes glazing over in frosty dissonance as he readied himself for what was to come. All the while, well aware of that odd cool wetness that was traveling past his collared tunic and trailing oh-so slowly down the plains of his chest and into the indentation of his spine.
Thor looked truly terrifying. His towering masculine figure rippled with vehemence, muscles tensed and trembling in unchecked rage, his steady sapphire gaze honed on Loki burned with such intensity he was sure they could have quelled an entire army. His full lips curled in a vicious snarl. Loki groaned quietly as he eyed his brother, an alien want curling heatedly within his belly, he could feel his incisors lengthening in surprise; saliva pooling in his mouth he swallowed heavily trying to remain as cool and statuesque as possible.
"Hello Loki.' Thor's throaty voice all but purred; heavily laced with venom and contempt. Loki's eyes nearly rolled back into his skull at the mere sound of his voice. It made him want to all but curl to the ground, bare the soft underside of his belly and pant… Eyes widening in bewilderment and horror at his own thoughts Loki snarled viciously, eyes dilating in anxiety, fangs fully bared in a challenging snarl as he moved to retreat from his brother's dominant stance as best he could without raising any suspicion.
Thor, clearly unaware of his brother's inner turmoil; advanced without reservation believing his brother intended to flee.
"Where are you intending to go little brother? You have No power, no means of escape and if so, from what exactly are you intending to escape from? The comfort of your own chamber! You spoiled, insolent brat! Do you have any idea as to what father had to do to cover up for your mess? And to what end? You are too proud to STAY out of sight until all this blows over? Thinking only of yourself! To escape all you have wrought on our realm with no more than a slap on the wrist from father and a scolding from mother!' Thor roared, the sky split open and wept. Lightning danced eerily from cloud to cloud as the thunder seemed to shake the very ground where they stood. 'You WILL return to the palace brother, even if I have to haul you back kicking and screaming like the insolent child you are." Thor promised quietly, accented with a flare of lightning overhead.
Thor stared hard at his brother. Taking in his sharp angular jaw and upturned eyes; presently mere slits of pitch on his flawless face. His raven locks plastered to his skull pointed tips of his ears just barely visible, giving him the oddest appearance that could only be likened to that of an angry half drowned cat. Claws out and teeth bared.
Loki was beyond rational thought. Panting hard his body trembled and hummed with sweet want. He felt as if he'd tear apart at the seams at any second; he'd only caught a bit of what his brother had said but just enough to understand what he thought of him and was intending to do. Loki gritted his teeth doing his best to gather his wits. He'd never been in this type of situation before. His renowned silver tongue turned to stone; he couldn't have voiced his scathing retaliation if he'd wanted to. He could barely form a coherent thought. Fear was settling thickly in his gut; he needed to flee, never had he felt the need so strongly.
So before his mind could catch up with his movement. Loki bolted. Diving beneath the underbrush, he ran in a jerky pattern like a frightened hare. He would look back at this decision and realize how utterly ridiculous this decision had been, but presently, he couldn't give a damn.
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