A Tale of Two Brothers

Summary: Having to marry again after a nasty divorce with his former wife Sif, Thor finds a beautiful exotic dancer not realizing it is in fact Loki that escaped. Her story reminds him much of the brother he loved and lost so long ago.

Warning: AU, Shape-shifting Loki, Lady Loki, Slash/het, language

Sighing a bit Thor frowns as the new prospects of suitors arrive before him. Ever since Sif decide to humiliate him at the banquet after a wonderful success but she change.

Her anger and jealousy been eating at her long before the latest war in a farther realm that affect many victims that were mostly women and children. The true reason is Thor is still in love with his missing brother. Each time they lay in bed he calls out Loki's name than hers. There been no heirs between them.

"Your highness," the new prospects greet as they bow or curtsey.

He nods in greeting feeling tired. His heart heavy in his chest. 'Loki…' His mind whirls thinking of his long gone brother who became angry and cause horrible mischief to be locked away in the dungeons until he made his escape. Is he alright? Has things been well for him? These questions lay heavily on Thor's mind. His blue eyes looks over the possible suitors finding most unsatisfactory until the door opens.

Walking in almost shyly is a most beautiful exotic dancer with lush raven hair flowing down her back and a few locks curl over her shoulders. A full figure perfect to bear children makes Thor Shift in his seat at the beauty. His mouth dries up looking at her closely. Full lips with a button nose and green eyes that almost remind him of His eyes.

"Am I late?" She ask softly making most finding her precious or even wanting her in their beds.

"No," Thor said making the woman look at him with a small smile on her lips. "What is your name my beautiful Maiden?"

"Loka," the raven said as in her mind it's really Loki who feels a bit guilty for doing this but he had to see Thor at least once and hope he would forgive him before letting him go.

"Loka," Thor chokes finding it so familiar to his brother's name and heart races. "Please sit with me for the banquet tonight. Now while everyone else please leave me and Lady Loka alone for now."

Loki nods attentively as the other suitors are shown where they be staying and alone with Thor. Shifting a bit green meets blue eyes.

"Telling me about yourself?" Thor asks watching the woman.

"May I tell a story?" Loki asks softly in return making Thor furrow his brows.

"Be my guest."

"My tale is of two brothers, one a golden prince and the second a young prince who didn't know the truth of him." Loki begins. "The second prince wasn't born into the family of the Golden Prince. No he was found in a temple during a terrible and deadly war alone and crying. The Golden King takes the little Prince back to his family where his wife and son awaits for him. The two princes grow together but are like light and day. The oldest great and strong at everything while the second quieter and shy prefers studying over mock fights unlike his brother."

Thor feels his heart hammering. It sounds almost familiar to him. He couldn't place why.

"As the two gotten older a rift form. The Golden King said in a way both princes be King but never said how or why. They just believe the words of his. As they are of age already it is time for the first prince to take over as the Golden King about to enter his sleep but the second prince didn't think he was ready. The second brother found his older brother to be a darn fool and too arrogant as well. The second can. See the Golden Prince would disarray and ruin his kingdom to ruins. He's not ready. He's far too young and battle lusting not what the throne needs. The second dark prince…decides to make the Golden King see the error only for a mistake of almost ending a race and learning a harsh truth. The second Prince was of the said race. It was kept by the King and Queen as they raised the second Brother as their son. It lead him to become angry and confuse. Not realizing within the pain and suffering he was going through that…he was hurting his brother. A brother that loved him but didn't know"

"Did the two ever meet?" Thor ask staring at the dancer as her smile seems sadden and almost wistful.

"Yes but it was a battle of chaos and pain that lead of a group of heroes to be form with several others and the Golden Brother." Loki answers bowing her head whispering. "I'm sorry Thor…brother."

The woman shifts her form into the rightful male form making Thor gasp out at how thin the shape shifter is. It's his brother. The story is theirs.

"I wish to tell you I'm sorry," Loki said rubbing his bare arm looking at the harem outfit he's wearing slightly put out. "I understand if you can't forgive me."

Thor moves on instinct walking to Loki lifting his chin up pressing their lips together.

"Damn it Loki. I love you dearly. I forgive you," Thor whispers in between the kisses as green eyes shine with tears. "Please stay."

"I would like that."