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Anywho... this is the longest chapter so far!

RATED: Pg-13... mild-violence, racy situations(about a min)

Loki cursed inwardly, how could he possibly have been so stupid?

Flinching, nimble feet slid out from under him at the resounding echo of Thor's roaring anger; stumbling jerkily, he fell soundlessly to the dampened earth, knees and palms pressed hard to the ground as his body trembled in fatigue. Sucking in a much needed breath, Loki snarled between clenched teeth. His pride couldn't take much more of this, well actually, neither could his weakened form; he was surprised he'd lasted this long against his enraged brother…

Taking in another shaky breath Loki tensed; his inner awareness sparking to life at the sudden silence surrounding him, acutely aware that the only sound he could pick up was that of the constant thrumming of rain beating down heavily, all around him. Apprehension cloaked him as he slid low to the earth, seeking shelter. Gently, he slid his lean body into the raised roots of some well placed foliage; wholly unaware of the form hidden from his sights in the shadow of a birch, a form that was steadily watching his progress with an unflinching intensity.

Thor gazed on, the darkness doing nothing to hinder his alighted eyes. His brother had run from him. There was something about that simple fact that incensed him beyond all rational thought, as if that simple act had released a small part of himself that he hadn't realized was there.

Crouching low, he waited for his brother's form to be completely turned from him before darting out with a predatory speed and snatching his startled form out and up by his exposed ankles. Smirking in deep pleasure at the undignified sound that erupted from Loki's lips, "Well, look what I've found here…" Thor gritted out humorlessly. Ignoring his brother' futile flailing attempts at escape, his mouth twisting in a triumphant smile, as a warm contentment built low in his chest.

Prey, his mind seemed to hum seductively in his ear, such sweet, sweet prey.

Approval rumbled low in his throat as he felt Loki finally go lax in his grip, his rebuttal now no more than a strange growling sound that he'd never heard Loki make before. Frowning Thor eyed him minutely, very aware of the fact that his brother seemed to lack his normal…flare so to speak. Filing the information away for further investigation he turned and walked with meaningful strides back to open the plot of land they'd left.

Gracelessly, Thor tossed Loki's form over his shoulder; the harsh treatment seemingly reawakening Loki's will to struggle. Thor 'tsked' in wry amusement as he launched them skyward, his eyes honed on the Palace.

Loki all but roared at the rough man-handling his brother dealt him as they walked through the lighted halls of Asgard; Face flushed in rage he pounded viscously at Thor's unforgiving back. Completely unaware of the momentary darkening at skin of his fingers and nails.

"Put me DOWN NOW, Thor." He hissed, attempting to arch his body up, and away from his brother's; Thor's heady proximity and thick pungent scent was all too much for his sensitive state. It was beginning to make him light-headed and tingle in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant. He stilled, in shocked embarrassment as he received a swift resounding smack to his rear.

Whimpering softly, Loki tensed, flushing heavily as the sharp sensation seemed to go straight to his groin causing him to shift uncomfortablly and pant; his shame only intensified by the litany of masculine and feminine chuckles that seemed to meet them through every corridor.

"Now brother, if you'll behave I will relinquish your right to stand on your own. That is, IF you behave." Thor intoned in a crisp voice.

Loki hissed audibly, but remained still. "Please brother…put me down." There was a pause, then the creak of a door being opened. The familiar musky scent of his room wafted gently towards Loki; setting him mildly at ease. He was only slightly startled when his brother dropped him cruelly on his ass without any fore-warning; his legs putty beneath him. Glaring angrily up towards his brother's infuriatingly handsome face Loki scowled, sitting for good measure before standing stiffly before him; sly grin sliding effortlessly across his face.

"Get out.' Loki smiled; a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes. 'You've been a real charm, dear brother, as always. But I believe it is time for me to retire for the evening." Clapping Thor on the shoulder, Loki turned away from him, a harsh grimace marring his delicate features. It felt as if his insides were tearing apart and re-knitting themselves back together. He paled visibly when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.

"Loki, I think it's about time, we had a talk." Thor growled softly, his hand tightening considerably over his shoulder. Loki's anger flared, his vision narrowing, enough was Enough.

' He had been locked in his bloody room for two weeks, treated as though he was touched, reprimanded with every move he made; not to mention the fact he was about as human as they came in Asgard thanks to his oh-so perfect brothers suggestion! Despite all of which he had the gall to try and impose his will on him EVEN though he'd abandoned HIM and his responsibilities, for a HUMAN immediately after the transgression at Bifrost. (Loki intentionally skirting over the fact that all the chaos was HIS fault…) Not once considering how HE felt… About, any of this…HE had left HIM!'

Loki rounded on his brother; icy tears welling in his eyes in frustration; that strange tearing sensation within him evaporating with the flare of his seething jealousy and rage.

"Yes' Loki growled, taking hold of the hand on his shoulder and twisting it cruelly with a strength he hadn't known he possessed. 'Let us have a nice long talk, brother."

Thor's eyes widened fractionally at the ache that built in his hand, not expecting his brother to possess such an alien strength, he groaned; wrenching his hand from his brother's grasp.

Grunting in surprise, when his usually reserved brother knocked him off his feet and on his back in one fluid motion, placing himself lightly over his thighs and arching over him bodily like a large cat eyeing it's kill.

Loki's face, hovering so close to his that he could feel his chilled breath caress his neck caused Thor to shiver; Loki was livid, and for a moment he could have sworn that his brother's pale jade eyes, had slitted and flashed a deep auburn. Disregarding the change as a mere reflection of candlelight; He waited patiently for his brother to act.

He could easily have taken control of the situation, forced his brother to bend to his will; a simple arch of his hips would unseat him, and in that moment Loki would move to brace himself for balance, giving Thor plenty of time to wrap a leg over his brother's torso and pull him sideways reversing their position quickly and effectively without using any real strength... but he didn't, he was immobilized by the sheer intensity his brother exuded.

Seeing his Loki … disheveled and emotionally worn thin with anger, it truly was a most intriguing look for him, a look, Thor was well aware few would ever see.

Thor mused silently, taking in the raw hurt and need that was all but seeping from his brother; it took his breath away…He'd always known Loki was a predator at best, but presently he had never appeared so vibrant or…feral.

Snarling Loki leaned in, his mind abuzz with all the injustice he felt he'd been dealt, "Where were you Thor? Right after the battle on Bifrost, where did you go brother?" he inquired silkily already aware of the answer; his nostrils flaring in indignation.

Thor eyed him with a cautious look; lips pursed in a harsh line, "Earth." he growled after a pause. Tension building thickly in the air around them as he became aware of the root of Loki's bitterness.

"Yes brother, Earth.' Loki hissed, bringing a clawed hand up to caress; in mock tenderness, down Thor's stubbled cheek. "And who, my witless brother, were you keeping company with during your…Leave of absence?"

"Ms. Foster." Thor responded curtly, his guard rising steadily as he gauged where their conversation was heading.

Loki's nails found their way into Thor's chest faster than a bear to honey. Sinking past his human attire and sliding into his meaty chest like a knife through butter; an all too satisfying groan escaping Thor's lips in surprise, Loki shivered, appeased momentarily.

"You will NOT be going back to earth." Loki stated in a possessive growl followed swiftly by a heated purr rumbled low from his throat upon viewing his brother's flushed, snarling face.

Pupils blown so wide that the colors of his irises were barely visible, Thor groaned; clearly affected by his brother's minstrations his breath coming in shuddering pants; he remained unmoving. "Stop this Loki. You're not yourself." He gritted out between clenched teeth.

Loki smiled wistfully, a sudden giddiness making him putty over his brother's prone form; his hips and torso shifting restlessly, seeking subconsciously to be drenched in Thor's scent.

Jerking to a stop Loki hissed at his own actions, a little disturbed by his flirtatious actions and fickle mood, it was like he had the attention span of a goldfish. Sitting upright, Loki stared hard at his brother. Trying to regain his composure and train of thought; all the while attempting to still the insistent fluttering of his heart and subtle ache in his groin.

Loki's lips parted after a time, fully intending to proceed with the verbal flogging he wished to dish to a strangely complacent Thor, when he paused; a strange jarring sensation building in his stomach.

A sickly, wet tearing sound disrupting the tension filled silence surrounding them for a beat, before an eerie quiet settled in its stead.

Loki frowned minutely before his eyes widened in confusion, seeking Thor's equally confused gaze in fear.

Loki hissed, eyes narrowing fractionally before arching violently upward, mouth agape in a silent howl. Eyes blazing red in pain a strange burning sensation erupted from his spine. Light danced menacingly around the outskirts of his vision; flickering brightly in and out of existence only to reappear as dark velvety splotches before everything went black, unconsciousness claiming him in her dark embrace.

Thor was in motion as soon as Loki's head began to angle backwards in an unnatural way. Taking hold of Loki's hands, he wrenched them from his chest; ignoring the ache of his fresh wounds, knowing they'd heal before a drop of blood spilled from them. Rising to his knees, Thor clutched Loki to his chest and stood in one fluid motion.

"Loki? Loki, what is it? Loki!" Thor growled, worry lacing his tone. Hands roving frantically over Loki's disturbingly limp form searching for wounds. Hissing through his teeth when his fingertips fell upon a cool dampness; raising his hand slowly Thor balked and visibly paled. It was blood, smooth chilled blood, Loki's blood.

"GAURDS!" He bellowed, half turning towards the door.

Odin was at the door before his son's voice died in his throat, followed closely by Frigga and handful of various chambermaids clutching a tub of chilled water and multiple towels.

Wrenching open the doors as if they weighed no more than parchment paper Odin entered cautiously.

His calm gaze fell upon his eldest sons rigid form; taking in his anguished look and the possessive way he held the prone form his youngest to his chest with a satisfied nod.

"Thor, place Loki on the bed." He ordered calmly.

Thor stared at him for a moment, as if not seeing him before doing as commanded; walking with a mechanical gate to his brother's bed. "Father,' He began in a harsh voice; weighted heavily by his concern. ' Please; what's wrong with him? He was fine a moment ago. I swear it. Then suddenly… this…and the blood…" Thor paused in his movements, eyes widening marginally as something cool and wet slid slowly but tightly around his waist.

Glancing worriedly in his father's direction, he stiffened; alarm setting off throughout his body at the alien sensation.

"Calm yourself my dear." Came his mother's strong willowy voice as she strode with meaningful strides in his direction. Stopping short, a mere two to three inches from him, her hands reaching out steadily for what he assumed, was wrapped so snugly around his waist.

Odin looked on closely, wise eyes intent on his wife's hands; now mere inches from making contact with their destination.

A heavy pause filled the room for a beat;

The candles and hearth flames dimmed, muted away as the air hummed darkly only to roar to life harshly sending wax pieces and ash spewing across the room.

Static filled the air so oppressively that it gave the sense of having actual mass; then... it crackled, sending Thor into motion, Thor jerked harshly away from his mother's seeking hands not a minute too late before they made contact with the band around his waist.

Hissing quietly, Thor arched away and roared loudly before crouching low and letting loose a feral snarl; baring his teeth wickedly in dark promise. Eyes glintening dangerously, they honed intently on every movement Frigga made; all the while cradling Loki's prone form gingerly to his chest, as if he were a newly weaned babe.

"MINE." Thor growled, his free hand splaying possessively over his brother's abdomen.

Odin chuckled quietly as he flashed to stand in front of his wife. The test had gone perfectly.

"Stand down my son. You've done well." Odin ordered firmly, pride evident in his tone.

As if on cue Thor froze, his form going momentarily slack; just long enough for the chambermaids to rest Loki from his loose embrace and lay him softy on the cushioned silk of his bed.

"It came later than I thought it would." Odin murmured softly to his wife, who nodded in understanding.

Moving to stand at the bedside Odin sighed. Watching silently as Loki's true form bloomed from his Asgardian glamore.

Pale blue skin took the place of creamy alabaster, accented with black/blue tribal etchings that started at his forehead and traveled down to disappear at the collar of the sullied tunic that the maids were making short work of. Pulling it up and over his head to reveal a lean, well-developed torso; the maids washed him tirelessly in silence, only pausing minutely when Loki's newly apparent, long spaded tail lashed wickedly in his sleep; the darkened iridescent spaded tip gleaming dangerously as it moved of its free will.

Odin chuckled in amusement at how troublesome his son was, even when he lackedt consciousness.

Odin and Frigga turned respectively from their youngest as the maids continued their thorough cleaning. Not turning again till the maids clarified his modesty; not wishing, even in sleep, to dishonor their youngest, well aware of how he viewed his fragile self-image.

Odin turned, sighing deeply. Moving a scarred hand to cradle his son's dampened head, brushing the ebony locks from his brow he smiled gruffly. "You've made us wait quite a while little one." Odin cooed softly to his youngest. Seeing him this vulnerable awakening an insinctive parental desire deep in his heart.

"Do you think it will be alright?' Frigga intoned in worry; touching him softly on the arm. 'What with the upcoming banquet?"

Frowning, Odin retracted his hand, turning to face his wife fully; eyes momentarily troubled. "It will be fine. So long as that one stays on the designated path' He growled, jerking his chin towards his still frozen, eldest son. 'But then again, Loki I believe… will hold Thor tethered whether he wants to or not… with an iron will and lashing tongue, I fear for Thor he moves against Loki's will."

Turning, Odin whispered softly under his breath, releasing Thor from his mild paralysis.

Thor swayed nauseously on his feet, his head felt as though it had been used recently to grate cheese. Groaning softly he steadied; taking in the situation around him. Clenching his hands Thor froze, eyes dilating, Loki was gone.

Turning sharply his eyes fell on the prone form in his brother's canopied bed.

Blue. Thor's mind supplied. He hadn't been aware of himself moving until he was leaning bodily over the bed, hand hovering shakily over the unclad shoulder of what he sensed was Loki. Moving his hand away he rose, eyes stoic and void he stepped away from his brothers bed; forcibly pushing down a strange bitter emotion that built low in his spine.

"What's wrong with him?" Thor inquired frigidly. Never taking his eyes off the form in the bed, visibly flinching when something dark and long arced up off the bed from behind Loki's complacent form. A tail, his mind hummed tonelessly.

"Nothing is wrong with Loki, Thor. He's simply entered his first mating cycle. Or Heat, if you will. His body isn't used to the temperatures it's been producing as of late; thus resulting in your brother's mood swings and strange behaviors. His steady rising pheromone level is…"

Thor raised his hand, effectively halting his father's words. "Enough. I don't need to know the anatomical philosophy behind it, just, Do something about it." Thor intoned expressionlessly before turning sharply making his exit with a brisk stride, leaving the room with nothing more than curt nod.

Odin and Frigga stared silently in his stead, exchanging worried looks.

Loki awakened not two hours later, to a blistering headache, raw, tingling skin that looked very much…Blue; and a lashing new appendage. His mother sat patiently at his bedside a sympathetic look gracing her elegant features.

Frigga softly explained her son's predicament to him with calm and softly delivered words.

Rather pleased and surprised at how easily her son seemed to take the news. Surmising it as, "His body had matured fully and needed to mate and has regressed to this form because this is the desired form my body wants to mate in." and leaving it at that. Sending her on her way rather hurriedly, claiming a fresh need for privacy, with nothing more than a whispered 'Thank you' loki shut the door in her face.

Loki paced agitatedly. Flinching as his tail brushed absently against all he paced by. He was mildly intrigued with his seemingly prehensile tail but had yet to gain enough confidence to consult the full length mirror located on the far side of his personal quarters near his dressing chambers. Pausing, Loki frowned harshly. Determination etching its way into his core; he turned sharply heading to his dressing chambers. Shucking the fine thread robe he wore, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he found himself standing behind his mirror. Breathing deeply he growled; in a pitch that was surprisingly animalistic and stood before it. Eyes clenching closed in anxiety, he cursed.

'Afraid to gaze upon your own reflection, Loki?' His mind hissed disapprovingly.

Flushing in shame, Loki opened his eyes and stared unflinchingly upon his true form.

"Fierce." Loki murmured as he smiled softly to himself. Upturned ruby eyes stared unblinkingly back at him. No whites, he mused critically, leaning forward to stare deep into the single slit that was his pupil, chuckling in surprise when it suddenly expanded to all but engulfed his eye. His lean face now had a distinctly fox like appeal to it, which he personally, found very adequate.

His lean build looked quite, exotic he surmised. His skin not a solid blue nut rather varying darkening shades that went as light as a pale violet to a pitch blue/black. The tribal markings swirled seductively along the contours of his face, down each side of his neck and spilling like water down his chest a few on each side banding together like smoke to curl sweetly beneath each of his strangely pouting nipples.

Loki's face heated dramatically as he saw himself in a light. He'd always just been thin and fragile. Lacking any prominent features whilst now his body seemed to all put scream lean, slender… untamed; smiling he let his eyes rove slowly over his flat stomach and arching hip bones, down his stripped thighs to his black-talloned toes which were now harshly arched and supple to the touch.

Turning, Loki glanced down to what he was most interested in; arcing happily in his excitement his reptilian tail lashed undisturbed. Reaching out he grasped it around the middle, slightly surprised to find it almost hot to the touch. Bringing it close to his face he squinted, the spaded tip twitching ever so slightly; it was about four and a half feet in length and had a starting width of about three and a half inches at the base, and about one and a half before merging into the spade it was marked just so, that it had the appearance of blue tiger fur. The tip so finely scaled it was silky to the touch.

Releasing it Loki turned, giving himself another once-over; distractedly racking a taloned hand through his thick, raven hair;which now had the uncanny resemblance to that of an animal pelt, miscellaneous locks arcing up and away from his scalp here and there in choppy layers effectively hiding his elongated ears.

"How vain, and twisted; admiring the very visage that parents use to frighten their children." Loki scoffed quietly to himself. Turning away from the mirror and crouching low, retrieving the robe he'd discarded and eyeing it distastefully; his skin being too sensitive to actually wear anything that would rub or chaff against it. Without a violent carnal response that is; he shivered inwardly in keen embarrassment at his own helplessness.

Scowling, Loki stubbornly opted for nudity.

TBC

So what'cha guys think? I tried hard to be more discriptive ya know? I felt like i rambled a bit...but i'm tryin to get the plot flowin.

I know Loki doesn't traditionally have a tail...but I LOVE characters with tails soooooo much...

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