As Loki and the servant who was escorting him entered the more private family chambers, Hellbindi was making sure that everything was ready for what he hoped would be a thoroughly enjoyable evening, well at least enjoyable for him if not for the prince, at least not until he learned obedience.

It was not long before there was a knock at the door of his chambers and he opened it to find Prince Loki standing there with the servant who escorted him, moving away down the hallway back towards the areas of the palace where there were more people. Normally there were a few guards in the hallway; leading to Hellbindi's quarters but tonight he had dismissed them as he wanted no one to disturb him and Prince Loki.

"Welcome Prince Loki."

Hellbindi stepped back to allow Loki entrance to his quarters. Loki looked around the room in wonderment although he kept the look on his face neutral. The chamber was larger than most that Loki had been in during his time on Jotunhiem although not as large as king Laufey's chambers he was sure but despite their size there was an almost homely feel to them despite the sparseness of the décor.

In the centre of the chamber was a large bed that seemed to dominate the room and upon a pile of furs that from where he stood Loki could see the suppleness and softness of them and the workmanship that had gone into create them. He had half expected for the furs to be nothing more than then ragged bloody remnants of the creatures that they had once adorned so he was pleasantly surprised to find them to be anything but.

The stone floors had been polished to a high sheen and pools of light reflected off them as candles of all shapes and sizes lightened the gloom of such a large chamber bathing the room in a sublime light that seemed to play on Loki's mind as though trying to soothe it, for a moment he thought that perhaps magic was emanating from the room but he detected none of the usual magical signatures.

From where he stood, Prince Hellbindi watched the Aesir prince as he surveyed his room he could see the look of surprise that simmered beneath the surface of Loki's eyes even though the smaller man tried to hide it. He knew that Loki sneered at his culture and his people but he was diplomatic enough to hide his true feelings, feelings that Hellbindi was determined to release once the young prince standing in his quarters had been taught his place and what would be expected of him once he had learned.

xXx

Hogan ran his tongue over his teeth as he tried to rid his mind of the dream that had been plaguing him for the last few days, whishing instead that of training that he had a blade to the neck of the one who threatened his Loki, he did not know the identity of the frost giant but he knew if the two of them ever met that the monster would not be walking away for there was one thing that Hogan was certain of, if he ever got the chance than he would end the one who wanted to harm Loki.

"Damn dream!" he cursed as he increased the speed of his movements.

He worked out his frustration and anger at the stress the dream was causing him until the last rays of the sun was disappearing over the rim of the distant horizon. Sweat ran down his bare chest and arms, running down the ridged muscles of his torso in clear rivulets. He knew he should be as exhausted mentally as he was physically but he found his mind refusing to shut down and his emotions were becoming darker.

What he wouldn't give for a day of peace from the dream that had been plaguing him, hell just a few hours even, he knew he should say something to if not the Allfather then Thor about what he had dreamed but in doing so he knew they would question why he had been dreaming about Asguards second prince and that was one line of questioning that he was not willing to submit himself to, one truth that he himself did not want to admit to. The truth that he loved the god of mischief with every fibre of his being and although he tried to deny his feelings they were getting stronger for the second prince rather than decreasing which he had been trying to rid himself of with all the extra training he had been doing.

Over the centuries he had managed to control most of his emotions that he knew was not shared by many of Asguards population although he knew that it was not as frowned upon as it had been in past times but still there were those who did not look on it fondly including unfortunately both the Allfather and Asguards crown prince Thor.

Hogan reached down and picked up a flagon of water that had been left for him by a servant an hour before and he swallowed the lukewarm water greedily, splashing more than a few drops onto his sweat drenched brow.

A/N: Sorry a short chapter for you but I promise the next one will be longer.