This time, it is a new chapter. Sorry again for all the mistakes in the first version. I'll be more cautious for the next chapters.

To say that Thor was angry was an euphemism at best. He was far beyond anger and the violent storm that was currently raging was a good illustration of his state of mind. Nobody was able to calm him. But how could he stay calm while his precious little brother was in the hands of some puny humans?

Thor and Loki were no more children but they were hardly adults, by Aesir standards at least. Still, it was not their first adventure outside the golden halls of the royal palace. Since they were children, Thor had dragged his younger brother in so-called missions. However, as it was their first time on Midgard, their father Odin had demanded that they were accompanied by soldiers. The prince had not been happy but he could not defy his father.

The thunderer might be a little hotheaded and enjoyed fights a little too much for his own sake, but he was still very conscious of his duties as a prince, as an heir and as a brother. He was the eldest, thus he was responsible for his younger sibling. He was supposed to look after him and protect him. And even if they were now adults, Thor had promised himself, and his parents, to keep an eye on the second prince.

Many times, when things had not gone the good way, the golden prince had blamed himself for putting his brother in a perilous situation. Yet, the few times he had gone alone, he had felt the absence of his sibling. The two brothers had been together all their life: they had grown up together, they had played together, they had fought together. Frigga liked to say that they were inseparable like twins. Twins who were as different as day and night, though. Yet it was true that Thor was only a few months older than his brother. Thus none of them knew life without the other.

The kidnapping of Loki was all the more painful for Thor. He felt as he had failed his parents and, most importantly, failed his brother. Even more, he felt as if an essential part of him had been snatched.

He was overwhelmed by angst, and it was painful to imagine what the mortals were doing to his brother. Without information on where his brother could be, he felt powerless. He, the Mighty Thor, god of thunder, powerless. What a cruel irony! And his despair was increasing his fury. He could not stand this situation. It was worse than anything he had ever lived. But, for now on, his attention, and his fury, were directed to the chief of the escort that was supposed to protect his brother.

"Tell me again, Captain. How did a bunch of mortals outmatched some of the finest warriors of Asgard?" The prince asked, turning around the unfortunate soldier like a vulture.

"They were far more numerous than us, Your Highness. We fought back but we were too busy to prevent Prince Loki from being taken." The soldier tried to explain, not daring to look at his future king. The shame he felt was overwhelming. As a soldier, he would have rather died while protecting his prince.

"You were too busy." Thor repeated bitterly. "You were too busy to notice that your prince was in danger. You were too busy to stop some filthy humans from stealing a son of Odin." He was screaming at the captain's face while, outside, a loud clap of thunder could be heard.

"My Prince, there is no word to express my shame and…"

"Enough! You fool, how could you let this happen?"

The soldier did not know what to do, or to say. Trying to explain what had occurred was useless. And apologizing would only unnerve the god of thunder a little more. So he remained silent and faced, alone, the wrath of his prince.

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Outside the prince's tent, two soldiers mounted guard. They were listening to the tough exchange between the thunderer and the captain. Well, speaking of "exchange" was somewhat exaggerated as only the booming voice of the royal could be heard.

"Poor Siegfried." One of them said, quite hypocritically.

"What do you think Prince Thor is doing to him?" The other asked, feeling pity for his comrade.

"Well, our prince's beloved brother had been kidnapped because of him, so it must be pretty nasty." The guard answered with a smirk, not in the least worried about the soldier.

"I wonder what they did with Prince Loki. I mean, they don't know who he is, do they?"

"Of course they don't know who he is." The first guard scoffed. "Most of all, they don't know who his brother is. If they had known, they would never have touched him, believe me."

"So why did they take him?" the other guard asked again.

"I think they want to sell him as a slave. To some rich mortals. Or to a brothel."

"A brothel! Our prince!"

The soldier looked at his comrade, shocked. He could not imagine that the mortals would dare to turn a son of Odin into a prostitute. Those creatures were really disgusting.

"Oh, come on. Don't look so shocked. Mortals often use their prisoners as slaves. Or they sell them. And when the prisoners are pretty young men or women, they are sold as sex slaves. Therefore, as Prince Loki is ar…"

"Do not say it! If Prince Thor hears you…"

"Prince Thor is too busy tormenting this poor Siegfried." The guard shrugged. "Come on, don't take this outraged air with me. I saw you glancing at him when he was washing in the river" He smirked naughtily at his comrade, who looked down with shame. "Ah, don't worry. Seriously, if he was not his brother's brother, I would have shown him what a real man is." He said, obscenely grabbing his crotch.

The other soldier watched him, a look of utter disgust on his face. But he could not deny that the younger prince possessed a rare beauty. Yet Aesirs did not like ambiguity: men were supposed to look like men, to fight like men and they were not supposed to do what was women's prerogatives. Like magic. And it was common knowledge that Prince Loki spent a lot of his time learning the mastery of magic.

The problem was that the dark-haired prince was not in keeping with standards, especially compared with his brother. Indeed, Thor was tall, broad shouldered, very muscular, he had long blond hair, sky blue eyes and he held himself with confidence and pride. The perfect Aesir man. On the other hand, Loki's body was long and thin. He was almost as tall as his brother but nowhere near his build. Instead, he was slender and possessed delicate features. Besides, he was very pale, which added to his apparent fragility.

Of course, Loki was not a fragile being. He was strong, had stamina and could use his magic and his intelligence as a weapon. Yet, unfortunately for him, Aesirs only valued raw strength and, when he was younger, the prince had often been mocked because of his frail shape.

Then he had grown up and slowly gained this particular, feminine beauty. And people in Asgard started calling him argr, but not too loud, for they did not want it to reach the Allfather's ears. They started looking at him, but not too intensely, for they did not want it to be noticed by his brother. Paradoxically, they desired him and despised him at the same time.

If Thor knew what they were doing to his brother, in their mind, in their dreams, he would kill them at once. But fortunately for them, the thunderer could not read minds. Those indecent thoughts remained their secret fantasies.

So, yes, the soldier had the same fantasies and he often glanced at the dark-haired sorcerer with inappropriate thoughts coming to his mind. But contrary to his comrades, he had some remorse. Loki was his prince, son of king and brother of a future king, not some random boy. His royal status should command respect. Yet, if it was true for Thor, it was not that simple for his younger sibling.

The soldier's course of thoughts was suddenly interrupted by the captain exiting the prince's tent in a hurry.

"Well, apparently, he is still alive." The other guard whispered.

The captain stooped on his tracks and looked at the Aesir camp. Then he turned back and pointed at the guard who had just spoken.

"You."

The soldier tensed up. "Yes, Sir?"

"Gather everyone. Prince Thor wants to make a declaration." He ordered.

"Yes, Sir." The guard immediately ran towards the other soldiers.

The remaining guard watched the captain with curiosity. He seemed tired, exhausted even. He was looking in the distance, far beyond the little glade where they had settled.

"May their gods take pity on them. Because we won't."

Obviously, kidnapping Loki was a very bad idea.

In the next chapter, we will learn Thor's plan and we will see what happen when Loki meets Svadi.

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