A little preview on the upcoming sequel 'Perhaps for Eternity'
It was strange to be home again, after the years spent on Midgard. The sun seemed much warmer, much brighter now as it burnt down onto the trickster's form, lazily lounging in one of the plush seats he had brought onto his balcony. A glass of wine in his right, he let his gaze wander over the view before him, reflecting on the many changes his life had taken.
He had only been back a few months now, and it was everything he had dreamed of during the long nights of being exiled. He had gained weight, returning to his lean, athletic form. His skin was no longer sickly pale, and the deep rings below his eyes had vanished. Indeed, physically speaking, he had recovered perfectly.
His mind, on the other hand, was still struggling. Every morning Loki woke, fearing that it had indeed all been a dream, that he would have to force himself out of the small bed and into a cold shower, just to work for hours, and barely earning enough to survive. But much to his relief, only seconds later, he caught sight of his chambers, felt the silken sheets against his skin, and was reminded that this had really happened.
Thor was King, just and caring, and he, the trickster, stood beside him as his adviser. They had not made their relationship public, as Loki had asked. He wasn't anywhere near ready to let every Asgardian know what he truly was, and what he and Thor did in the privacy of the King's rooms. He had just returned home, had slowly adjusted to his life again, and he craved the peace that came with it. The Thunderer still came to him during the nights, whenever he could, to adorn his body with rousing touches and sweet caresses. And once they had loved each other, Thor would fall asleep beside him, snoring softly as he dreamed. Loki spent hours simply gazing upon his love, forcing his eyes open until they burned, and he simply couldn't stand to be awake anymore. He would curl up against the blond's larger body, comforted by knowing that he would wake with strong arms curled around him, to start yet another day in paradise.
Lazily taking a sip from his wine, he let his eyes flutter shut, tilting his head back to let the rays of sunshine dance across his skin. How had he ever survived without this? Without the warmth, the sweet air, and his brother at his side? Answers Loki still couldn't give himself an answer to. It seemed impossible now.
"Loki." Thor called, beckoning his brother to join him in the King's rooms. A shiver of joy ran through the sorcerer at the low voice, alluring in a way as no other was. It was going to be alright. His life was going to be well once more. It had to be.
But his life had never been easy, and soon, his luck would turn on him once again.