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The way Loki had put it, struck Thor's pride (though Thor could not understand why). It was true, that was Thor and he most definitely liked the attention, but not the smart ass comments from his soon to be queen.

Before Thor could reply in his own arrogant way, the pale god continued. Thor was respectful and listened to what Loki had to say, and in the end, he really could not disagree. To know Loki deeply as he knew himself, would be ideal for a happily married life he supposed.

Thor slightly cringed inside at that one thought, his mother's voice was ringing in his ears again. But to Loki he nodded, looking directly into his emerald eyes to show he was serious. "Ask and I will answer truthfully. With truth also in return."

"Grand." Loki replied, clapping his hands together gleefully.

"What are your fears?" He asked, looking at the large male with a look of expectation. The expectation of answers; nothing surface, but actually deep.

He of course, was slightly against telling his deeper things, but he was to marry this male, and no matter how much that was disliked, he knew they'd have to get to know one another; if anything it'd make their engagement more enjoyable.

He shook his head slightly, meeting the bright blue eyes of the other with a serious expression.

"Don't you think perhaps we should get a little more comfortable first?" Thor's only answer was. He stretched his arm out toward the seats and after walked toward them. The chairs were all the same, all high-back and cushiony, and Thor made himself comfortable in one. He of course waited until Loki was sitting comfortably in one also before connecting their vision and sharing an equally serious stair.

The question was definitely personal and secret, and Thor was slightly uncomfortable telling anyone his 'fears'. For being the 'hero', as his betrothed had called him, he was to be fearless. But that was just it, his fear was to lose the ones he loved; being so helpless he is not able to protect them. To disappoint his father, not live up to the king he was expected to be, and to be banished from his realm.

The question definitely made Thor feel the slightest bit vulnerable, but he had agreed and this was to be the god who was to share the rest of his life. So Thor was honest, as honest as he was able, "I fear not being able to care and protect for the ones that I love and am sworn to protect. I fear my father's disappointment and banishment from my realm." He spoke right from the deepest part of heart, and anyone could tell if they knew Thor's heart ached when he spoke of the things that frightened him.

His eyes were ever on Loki's as he revealed to him, his living nightmares. Now there was an expectant look in Thor's blue orbs, "Now what are yours?"

Loki did as Thor had suggested, sitting beside him comfortably, his hands clasped over his knee.

He leaned forward, listening to Thor's answers with a blank expression. On the inside, he wasn't so blank. the answer, well they hadn't surprised him. They were guessable. It was just how much Thor meant when he said them; It was deep.

"Me? Well, I guess, I'm afraid of this. Filling in someone else's shoes, never able to be myself. I don't want to be remembered as Loki, the good queen. I want to be remembered entirely on my own, with no one else to compare with me. And, I don't like spiders. Or heights, or the dark." he shrugged.

Though Thor was opinionated and he was quite arrogant most of the time, he was also merciful and quite soft-hearted, and was easily melted by a sad story or by the love of ones he cares for. And for those who harm his loved ones, or try to, he had a raging temper and taste for revenge.

Thor wondered if the pale god was telling him the truth or not. He wanted to trust fully in the small frost giant, as they were to be together for life. But than they had only just met and that was exactly who he was - a frost giant. Thor kept an open mind though when he listened, and he showed no less than full attention to everyone of Loki's words.

If Loki's words were indeed true, than Thor would say that Loki was almost stricken with… pain, perhaps? Or maybe it was the compassion Thor held for most others, and was subconsciously thinking about how it would feel to feel that way. Thor was not trying to rush things, but he tried to bring comfort and trust to Loki, "If you allow me to know you, you will be remembered in my heart and mind as simply that. You, who shall not have an equal (being that you are to be my betrothed) and shall be known for who you really are, deep down as a person."

Thor laid a strong hand over Loki's; folded over his knees. He only squeezed gently before removing them a second later. "So what else is it you would like to know?" Thor's voice was a little softer, though was still strong and was a bit gruff from his masculinity. His body also seemed a little more relaxed, for he was leaning further against the chair, with his shoulder's slumped slightly.

Thor hadn't replied to Loki's other fears, but kept them in mind for future reference, so he would be able to look after his partner well. He also wasn't trying to hurry things, and hoped that Loki did not take it as such, for Thor did not want to cause any feelings of disrespect to him.

Thor's words caught Loki off guard. He wasn't expecting that sort of compassion from such a gruff looking male, and it made a soft, comforted sigh escape his lips before he could stop it.

He looked at Thor's hand, the large, scruffy palm easily covered his, enveloping it. He gulped slightly, looking back into the golden god's eyes as the hand withdrew from covering his.

"Uhm, my next question is, uhm, uh~" Loki shook his head, clearing it and helping him think. For some reason, his mind was in a fog, all musty, making him unable to even speak for a moment.

After he cleared his thought process he spoke, "What do you like? Not the outwardly, pushed to the public likings, but deep things. Things no one knows you enjoy."

Thor cocked an eyebrow slightly, wondering why Loki was stuttering. Was it something he said? Something he did? Before Thor could ask if Loki was alright, Loki had asked another question. Thor's answer was immediate and he didn't in the least seem ashamed or shy to tell, "Animals… especially little ones." Thor spoke with a hand, parting his thumb and index finger an inch apart. "I like to raise baby ones…" he added.

Perhaps it was because of the twin Adarna birds, Astridr & Lifa, that his mother had raised from eggs when he was a child. He loved to watch her and at times he even was able to help. They were now grown, and had their own sanctuary in his mother's gardens. To some Midgardian's, they were just myth, but the gods knew better.

Their tails were very long and fancy; the feathers numerous shiny metallic colours. Their voices were like chimes and harp strings, and they knew a total of seven songs. The seven songs could lull any to sleep and cure any type of affliction. With each song end, the birds' feathers changed into more colourful hues and shades; seven colours for seven songs.

When Thor was a young child, they were how he fell asleep when he was ill and couldn't. Or when he was afraid and had nightmares. And when he was a younger teenager, he had witnessed all seven changes of their feathers and heard all of their songs. The colours were as followed: Pearl, Bronze, Emerald, Diamond, Crystal, Gold and Copper Alloy, and dark red garnet.

Of course as beautiful and as life bringing as they were, they were able to be deadly as well. For after each song, the changing of the colour of their feathers were not the only thing; they also excreted waste after, that could turn any living thing into stone, and than they would sleep, both eyes wide open.

Not to mention Huginn and Muninn, his father's very own birds, raised from eggs also (something his mother had gifted his father). The two were Ravens and his father used them as his second pare of eyes, and Thor often found them keeping a close watch of him when he was small.

Thor didn't ask Loki what his was after, he just looked at him expectantly as he folded his hands and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his knuckles.

"I like to make children smile."

Loki replied, fiddling with his hands. He looked up at Thor before explaining, "They like telling me what I should turn into, and then I will."

He sat back, looking back at his hands as he added, "You see, if a little girl says; Turn into a fairy princess! I can." And with that, he did, his body shifting until he was the princess.

His hair was long and brown, like the earth. His eyes were a mix of every color, his body slightly smaller. Long, elegant wings sprouted from his shoulders. his hips grew and his waist slimmed ever so slightly, a pair of breasts filling onto his chest. He wore a leather and leaf type dress, his feet pair. "See?" he spoke, his voice more feminine and higher bitched, laced with chiming bells somehow.

It took one moment for him to shift, and it took another for him to return to normal.

"Children like seeing the heros of their dreams." he explained.

It was Thor's turn to be surprised; He had never expected Loki to be a shiftier of kinds. If Thor was not entranced by the slimmer, pale god, he was now. Thor hadn't known it, but he tensed up and shifted to sit at the edge of his chair. He gripped the chair's arms and fell speechless while his eyes roamed over Loki's shifted form; to his eyes, It was certainly divine.

And when Loki shifted back, Thor was non-the less speechless. But somehow he managed to find his voice, even with his throat completely dry. "And … how is it that you are able to …" Thor motioned with his hand, pausing as he tried to find a better way of explaining to himself in mind. "Do that …" Thor finished, quite sensitively, but his eyes were fixed, true interest clear as Asgardian skies.

Thor liked children, a child was just like a baby animal really. They needed love and caring, and you had to teach them how to grow; though Thor wasn't around children a lot. Sometimes Thor would come across a group of little Asgardian boy's playing, and they would see him and run to him excitedly. They idolized him the most and it did make him feel good when he saw their smiles; Thor knew why Loki liked entertaining children.

Loki shrugged, "I'm not sure, really. I've just always been able to. I actually traveled with others that could shift as well, and we would preform for money. It was fun." He laughed softly, shrugging.

"Here's my next question. What saddens you? I've always been able to tell that from other people, but you seem to not be saddened by anything. It's strange." The pale god leaned forward unconsciously, reaching a hand forward to run over scruff on Thor's cheek.

Thor smiled at that, knowing of good times like that also. His friends - the Warriors Three and the Lady Sif - always had such great times as children, and it hadn't stopped even now in their teen hood.

"What is there to be sad about?" Thor's immediate, straight forward answer was. Thor had not really thought much on a question like this, for he really didn't have much to be sad about. He was the strongest God in all the realms, who was about to inherit a kingdom from his father, whom before he was the strongest and fully well could still be so.

Thor took a breath and his eyes closed, thinking about what truly, deep down made him feel the most sorrow. However, that was when he felt Loki reached out and the cool, petite hand touch his face. Thor couldn't help but automatically lean into Loki's palm, and nuzzle it slightly with his nose. It made Thor's abdomen tighten and his heart race. It felt good, far more than other gentle hands that had caressed his face.

Loki didn't pull his hand back, but merely leaned forward a bit more. "Anything can sadden you. Recent things, things in the past. Broken dreams, abandoned hope, anything." He replied gently.

His thumb traced gentle circles on the male's skin, gently touching his flesh. His other hand rested on Thor's knee, slightly clutching it so he could stay balanced.

Thor almost hummed in pleasure at the soft pad of Loki's thumb making patterns through his beard. Thor's hand slowly reached up on its own and cupped the outside of Loki's, his other also came to Loki's on his knee, and took it gently in his. He started to caress the back of it with his own thumb, and thought on it for a moment, than soft low, "when I was younger, a mere child, a scolding from my father was what hurt me most. Now… I think it is when I see my mother cry."

Thor took a couple more moments feeling Loki's magic hands, but it was not long enough before Thor opened his penetrating blue eyes and lifted his head from Loki's palm. Thor made no move to let go of Loki's hand however, and kept it nicely wrapped in his. "And what is it that makes you sad þinn vorð ('Thy wife')?"

Loki nuzzled Thor's hand for a moment, listening to the male talk. A warmth erupted in Loki's chest, travelling all over his body, turning him completely warm and happy. He couldn't help the soft smile curling on his lip, couldn't help his eyes shutting.

After he felt the male pull off his hand he did the same, clearing his throat and starting his words,

"I'm saddened the most by my friend, Natiel. his mother died when he was a child, and with the raisings of his father, Natiel past away last month, due to an infected laceration to his back. His father whipped him to death. Literally."

Thor could feel Loki's pain, and knew all to well how it felt to lose a friend. Yet Loki's story was more painful still, and a lump formed in his throat. Thor lowered his head and hide his eyes away from Loki's sight, but his lips were pulled in a tight line, as if Thor took a moment to grieve for Loki's loss. When he lifted his head, Thor's eyes were misted with clear sorrow for his betrothed. "I am truly apologetic for your loss," Thor said in a voice more gentle than he had ever used before, and squeezed Loki's smaller hand in his.

Now Thor did not want to be rude, but they were being honest with each other here, and now Thor had found a question of his own to ask. "Is this how you are treated in your land?" Thor stared straight into Loki's eyes, a very serious look in his. And though the question was rough and unkind, Thor had not an ounce of judgment in his voice.

Thor was hoping for Loki's reply to be the best of truths, but Thor was preparing himself for the worst instead. After all, those were the rumours of the Johtun race - they were ruthless monsters, that even harmed their own in the worst of ways. And yet… Loki was making Thor rethink all the stories he had heard.

Loki inhaled and looked down, his shoulders slumped in defeat, his eyes closed as he replied, "We are not a kind species, especially to one another. We beat and bruise one another to teach respect. If you can hold your ground, you can fight back. But, they're always stronger than you. It's a fact. But, you do get used to it after a while." He looked up at the golden male before standing and turning around. He took a deep breath and slid his shirt off, revealing long, harsh and jagged whip marks on his pale skin, the contrasts gruesome and appalling.

Thor's brow knitted in worry when Loki seemed defeated by his question, and though he was ready for the awful truth, it was more horrific than he thought. He rose to his feet when he saw Loki do the same and stood waiting, bracing himself, for what Loki was about to reveal. And when Thor laid eyes on the scars across pale, silken skin, a stabbing pain came to heart.

Thor's face became a mixture of emotions; first from anguish to worry, than to fear and complete abrasiveness. His face seemed to go cold and he glared at the marks of abuse, but when he reached out, he made sure the tips of his fingers touched Loki gently. He traced over one that crossed Loki's back, than another that was at his shoulder's.

Thor replaced his hands soon after with his lips, and kissed along some of the worst scars. His lips glided smoothly and his beard did not graze the blemished skin. Then Thor stood tall behind Loki and gently trapped an arm around the god's slim waist. He pulled Loki close and pressed Loki's back against his chest. His head was bowed so he was able to nuzzle into Loki's dark strands, his voice still hushed, but his mind thinking.

It was one thing to treat your own cruelly like that, but to treat your prince of all people. Thor had a new found sympathy for Loki and those of his kind that are unable to defend against the dominant Jotuns. Thor was a dominant man as well, but he was in control of it and never let it blind him enough so he hurt others, especially those of his family.

Thor tucked some hair behind Loki's ear before whispering to him, "You are mine now, and you will be cared for properly. You will not have to suffer that further ever again." Thor placed a quick peck on Loki's cheek and held him there with both arms protectively around him.

Loki shivered over the feeling of Thor's plump lips on his back. A wave of warm, sweet pleasure slid it's ways through his body and his eyes closed.

When Thor held him against his chest he melted against the larger, golden male; purring softly. He listen to the other's promise and nodded slowly, opening his eyes finally.

"Thank you, Thor. I won't lie. you make me feel safer. I've known you for less than a day and yet you make me feel safer than most of my race." He murmured, turning to face Thor.

He bit his lip for a moment before leaning up, cupping Thor's cheek with one hand and kissing him softly.

The moment Loki's lips touched his, Thor felt a fire light in his chest and felt butterflies in his stomach. Thor's instant reaction was to wrap his arms around Loki's slimming form and kiss back with hot passion. He had Loki pressed against his body so very closely Thor's massive muscles were surely felt through his clothing, even with all the layers.

Thor's eyes were closed and he was surprisingly gentle. His large hands smoothly started to roam, one sliding to Loki's shoulders and the other to his bottom. Thor really couldn't help putting his hand there, he was far more attracted to his betrothed than he had been to most Maidens; Loki had a beauty all his own. Thor Worked his lips, opening and closing them. He did it passionately and slow, so Loki could easily follow the rhythm.

The need to breath though came, and Thor had to pull away from Loki's lips. He did so slowly, and opened his eyes at the same time to stair into the green ones that enchanted him so. He was silent at first, only panting to catch his breath, and when he was able to unscramble the words from his mind, Thor found his reply. "And to be truthful myself, as we are still being deeply honest with each other, I was attracted to you the moment my eyes gazed upon your form," Thor spoke low and caressed Loki's cheek with the back of his hand. "You are so beautiful," This time Thor's voice was a whisper, and he spoke against Loki's lush lips, brushing against them with his own but never kissing him.

"You can always trust in my protection," Thor also made clear. Loki was his, this beautiful being was his in all ways, and Thor instantly started building over protectiveness for Loki. Thor wanted too, needed too. What kind of husband would he be, let alone ruler, if he ever let Loki fall pray to torture and cruel treatment again?

Loki had kissed back, falling into the given rhythm easily. His hands moved from cupping Thor's cheeks to running down his back leisurely. He ran his fingers over Thor's muscular out-dentations, able to feel them even through his clothes.

He looked into those sparkling blue eyes once more, panting softly. he listened to Thor's words as well as he could, given the fact that their lips were brushing together, sending electric shocks of pleasure down his spine.

"I trust you, Thor. And, I've never trusted anyone before. Please don't make me regret that." Loki whispered.

"I shan't," Thor promised wholeheartedly while he grasped both of Loki's hands and brought them to his lips. He kissed them both gently, admiring the long slender fingers and the softness of the skin. "I would have you at side always," Thor said, making his wishes clear and adding a large charming smile to his words.

Thor only waited moments after for Loki to speak, before being unable to resist and leaning forward to capture Loki's lips again. They tasted sweet, exotic almost. He had kissed many maidens from Asgard, but non from a different realm. Thor was surprised that a race like the Frost Giants could smell sweet and taste even sweeter, or perhaps it was uniquely Loki.

Thor pulled away slowly, letting their lips hover inches apart for a moment while he let his eyes slowly open back up. He took in a deep breath of air, and Loki's scent, before taking Loki's hand and pulling him along quickly toward the door's.

"Come, we should marry quickly," Thor said as he looked back at Loki with that same handsome smile. He didn't want to seem hasty, but if Thor confessed what else was deep in his heart, it was because he had fallen in love and he wanted to secure Loki's place beside him permanently; in rule and in bed.

"There is also much to show you still, many places in our kingdom that are peaceful and stunning… and hidden places of pleasure for only those who know where to find it," Thor winked as he added that and continued to rush Loki along back into the hallway. Thor was quite lively and seemingly getting excited about showing Loki all that would be his kingdom and making their arranged marriage final.

Loki smiled, watching as Thor kissed his hands. The feeling made him shudder slightly, he hadn't expected the slight pleasure that had came with the feeling of Thor's lips on his soft flesh.

He kissed Thor again, laughing when Thor spoke of finalizing the marriage, murmuring, "You're so excited. It's cute." He laughed a bit more as he followed the large god from the room.

He was excited to, he just never showed all of that kind of emotion easily, but watching Thor bound with joy, Loki couldn't help but loosen up himself, genuinely happy he was to stay beside this man for the rest of their time.

Thor caught Loki's words and he felt dumbfounded, no one had called his energy and passion cute; trouble always followed when Thor found thrills and excitation. Perhaps that was also the reason Thor found his heart swelling with jubilance and he felt so lively in nature.

"We shall tell my mother and father right away, and at the same time you can meet them," Now that was off putting for anyone - meeting the All-Father and his queen - but Thor didn't in the least seem worried about it. How could he? This is what they wanted yes? For he and Loki to fall in love?

"And then after I shall show you something special," Thor chattered on with enthusiasm in his voice, while continuing to leading Loki down numerous halls quickly to get to his parents chambers.

The kingdom of Asgard was almost like a golden maze. It had halls that took you up and took you down, ones that twisted this way and that, and ones that even had hidden passages only known to royalty.

It was all quite dizzying, but Thor knew his kingdom like the back of his hand and they arrived shortly at a massively large door. It was 17 feet tall and made entirely of white and yellow gold. Jewels encrusted parts of the engravings and there were two large, heavy door knockers in the shape of a Ravens head.

Thor stood tall at the doors and smiled, his chest expanding out to indicate the in take of a deep breath. He glanced at Loki beside him, giving him an even brighter smile. "This is my Father's and Mother's room, one of them is bound to be here," Thor wasn't certain about both of them, his father could be in counsel or on his throne. His mother - maybe in her personal garden.

"Don't be nervous love of mine, they surely will be over joyed at the news," Thor said for reassurance, as it was his duty to protect his partner from physical attacks as well as mental and emotional stresses. Thor leaned down and placed a quick, but passionate kiss to Loki's lips, then turned and grasped the knocker and knocked.

Mother and Father? Loki blanched slightly, although he knew he should've expected it. And, he should not have been so nervous, but for the love of gods, he had never really warmed up to powerful leaders.

Ironic, for the fact that he was a prince and he was expected to become a queen. He was also nervous because not everyone could be as gentle as Thor, especially towards a Jotun.

He followed the golden god with reluctance, and once they stopped at the door he looked at Thor with wide eyes, showing he was frightened.

He kissed the larger man back, clutching onto him tightly as Thor knocked onto the door. Under his breath Loki couldn't help but mutter, "I hope they like me."

Though it was only a mutter, Thor heard Loki's concerns and had seen the fear in Loki's eyes. He tucked a long silken strand of ebony hair behind Loki's ear ever so gently, all the while speaking words of comfort, "I know they will."

Another voice took over the air just seconds after Thor spoke, giving them permission to enter, and the golden-haired god smiled greatly, doing just that.

He pushed the large doors open with a single hand, as his other was occupied by Loki, and entered his parents chambers with his betrothed snug at his side.

The room was most definitely fit for a god - as the floor was pure black marble that was smooth and clear as ones own reflection in water. The walls were covered in many different decor and stood a pure golden colour that sparkled when the Asgardian sun hit it from the balcony's crystal doors.

And who else should be standing between them, letting the fresh air in, smiling as her son came through the doors, but the lovely Frigga - Thor's mother. She truly was the most stunning, with eyes so bright and hair so long; long flowing white & light pink evening gown hugging every perfect, feminine curve.

Thor couldn't help the smile on his face when he seen her also and walked toward her outstretched arms - an usher for Thor to come and be wrapped in a hug from her. He brought Loki with him, not forgetting about his beloved.

Thor gently slipped Loki's arm from holding his, and wrapped his arm around his mother in greetings as she did the same. "My son," Frigga pulled away and placed her hands on his strong face, admiring her son's good looks. "Mother," Thor kissed her palms, before pulling away and turning to Loki, taking his hand and turning his smile now to him. "I want you to meet my betrothed, Loki."

Thor was kind to Loki and didn't force him any closer to his mother and was holding his hand for support the entire time, but Thor was not worried and was not in the least surprised when his mother gave Loki the same warm greeting and smile.

There was a knowing glint in her eye and she wasn't in the least caught of guard, almost like she had know all along Thor and Loki were truly going to fall for one another (which is correct, for she is the goddess of destinies and had tied the fate of not only humans & animals, but of the gods too).

"My child," Frigga referred to Loki just as she had Thor, and even gently wrapped him up in her loving arms too. Loki was to be her son's bonded and so was to be her son by marriage. Her arms were gently and motherly; her body warm and inviting; her scent so sweet.

Loki allowed his hair to be tucked behind his ear, and he gently nuzzle the golden god's hand, his eyes flitting shut for a split second. He nodded, finally agreeing that he would be liked, although he still did doubt it.

The door opened and Loki gulped, slowly following Thor inside. Once they were inside, he was frozen in place at the sight of Frigga. She was so beautiful. He had learned stories of her renowned beauty, but never thought it would be to this extent.

Next came the warm embrace of the son and her mother, and it made him cringe, thinking of the relationship between his mother and him. It was not warm, they did not hug. They'd battle, strike each other down, smirk and bite, claw, tear at each other. To say Loki and his mother's behavior towards one another was foreign to Loki would be an understatement.

When Frigga's arms wrapped around him, he stiffened. He was not used to a warm embrace such as this, but after a moment of mental relaxation he hugged her back, replying respectively, "My queen."

Frigga pulled away with a big smile on her face and a laugh in her breast. She laughed sweetly, like chiming bells and replied, "please, call me mother." After all that was who he was to her, a son and after the wedding, thats what she would become to him - a mother.

Frigga rubbed Loki's arms for comfort, almost feeling every emotion Loki felt. She looked into his eyes for a split second, but that was all she needed to pierce a persons soul. Frigga was silent and soon let go of Loki's arms, turning around and heading out onto the balcony.

Thor followed, but not without smiling down at Loki and offering his arm to take once again. "Mother, Loki and I have decided that it be best if we were wedded sooner, rather then later." Frigga smiled at that, knowing already her son was to say something of the sort; she knew everything after all.

The goddess answered, agreeing, as she continued to walk, leading Thor and Loki down a winding stair case leading down to her garden from one side of the balcony. "Than it shall be arranged. My heart is warmed and I feel much joy at hearing the marriage will commence."

Loki nodded and sighed, not calling her mother, but making a mental note to in the future. At least he'd try.

He stayed silent, walking behind the two, clutching Thor's hand tightly and listening to his and his mother's conversation of their wedding that was to happen soon. He wasn't going to say anything, used to not having a say.

It was hard to break a habit, especially when it had been beaten into him so harshly by his very own parents.

He looked over the balcony at the beautiful scenery, enraptured by the warm, honey hues. It seemed this land was far different from his own.

It was so warm and welcoming here, whereas his people and his land were both cold, harsh, uninviting, and brutal.

He liked it here.

Thor hadn't noticed how silent Loki was being, or how Loki admired his mother's garden; but Frigga had, though she didn't outwardly glance in Loki's direction. She had stopped to tend to a bush, only touching it with her hands and it was blooming with bright, full light pink flowers.

"Your father will also be pleased to hear the news. Now off you go my son, there is still much to show Loki, our home is quite a large place."

Frigga noticed how Loki seemed to shrink back behind Thor and made himself insignificant. She could also feel how inferior he felt inside, and she knew why. She knew exactly how the Frost-Giant's raised their children and of their cruel behavior, that was why she chose her words carefully and shooed her son away; she could tell Thor's company alone was comfortable most to the Frost-Prince.

"I will arrange the ceremony," Frigga said in her gracefully smooth voice and lightly glided on her way, deeper into her garden, while giving Loki one last gentle smile so warm it reflected the heat of the sun.

Thor took a big breath in through his nose, chest expanding as if he were some kind of hero or avenger, and placed his closed fist his hip. Then he let it out in a joyous sigh, while his smile was big and bright, watching his mother disappear into her flowers and trees. "Great!"

Thor immediately turned to Loki and felt his stomach suddenly twist. Thor thought his mother's garden was most beautiful as well, but now he thought Loki was. He became gentle and charming again, taking Loki's hand and kissing it. "Come love, do you hunger?" Thor asked, his voice deep and attractive; his electric-blue eyes looking deeply into Loki's emerald-coloured ones.

Once Frigga walked off and Thor asked him if he was hungry he shrugged.

"I can eat, if you're hungry." He replied, smiling. He leaned softly against the larger male.

Loki looked around once more, sighing, "It's beautiful out here. I've actually never seen anything this pretty. And your mother, she's so nice and sweet. It's strange. You all are so strange. I love it here." He turned pink,

"Is that strange?"

Thor's smile changed from being broad, to only being curled at the corners of his mouth. But he was, he was smiling and his eyes reflected back an admiring look. "I was not asking about myself, I was asking about you," Thor's voice was rugged, but caressing and sleek.

Thor wrapped his arms around Loki and pulled him even closer. He had Loki's head resting against his armored chest, and he rest his chin for a moment in the black curls as he listened. Thor picked up his head, giving Loki a peck, before answering with a little chuckle, "I don't see why it would be. I am glad you think so highly of my family and I, we think highly of you also." Thor could definitely say that for himself and his mother, he could just tell she liked Loki.

But Thor knew there would be others that did not, though he wasn't going to tell Loki that. He wouldn't let those who do, hurt or remark badly about his queen; Loki was most beautiful to him and he loved Loki.

In the moment Thor had listened to Loki, he was able to think on his words, and Thor felt exuberant inside again. "You haven't seen anything yet," Thor said it in a way that would hint to Loki where Thor wanted to take him. "There is a place, it is a secret I had found as a child. I have a feeling you will find joy in it as well," Thor gave Loki's body a squeeze, before kissing him gently on the lips.

Thor pulled away and took Loki's petite hand in his, leading him back into the room and then back into the hall. He moved quickly, as his legs were long and he took long strides, but his pace was one Loki could keep up with.

Thor led Loki through the palace halls, back the way they came, past the Library hall and toward the door Loki had entered; Through that door were the palace grounds. So from the dimness of the soft lights of the palace halls, Thor took Loki out into the evening sun. It was almost blinding at first, but the eyes adjusted quickly to it. "This way, we aren't far from it," Thor glanced back at Loki and smiling, letting him know it wouldn't be much longer now. Thor pulled Loki along down the palace steps, then down one of the streets, filled with civilians who smiled their way and bid them 'hellos' and 'good-evenings', but Thor hardly payed attention to them, he was much to excited to share his secret world with Loki.

It was only minutes of walking, before Thor turned to walk down a very narrow alley, hidden between two stone pillars. It was only large enough for one to walk at a time, and so Thor pulled Loki along behind him. The alley was 45 meters long, a short distance, and soon the end came and opened up to a private meadow. The grass was green and blew in the breeze, while the tree leaves made sounds as they swayed in the wind together. There were small flowers and a path of stepping stones leading between two trees.

The trees had bark as white and as pale as the moon, and between them was a large bolder. Thor looked over at Loki, now brought to his side again and smiled. "This is it," Thor looked back ahead of them and gently pulled Loki along, stepping from one stone to another and slowly approaching the large rock. Thor stopped in front of it and let go of Loki's hand to moved it. It was large, but not the heaviest thing Thor had picked up before. He simply just slid it away to reveal a door.

It had vines crawling along the edges and out across the wood, with flowers hanging from above over whoever should enter; snails crossing the path at the bottom and moss on the smaller rocks near by, with other kinds of nature growing on and around it. It was a passage only he knew of, though he was sure his mother did too.

"This is part of my mother's garden, but it is only accessible to my mother & father. They are the only ones who knows how to get to this haven. Come," Thor opened the door and stepped aside for Loki to enter first, than followed after and shut the door behind him. Thor returned them to a place they had been earlier, but this part was unknown and merely did not exist to anyone other than his parents (and him as well, now that he had discovered it).

Thor spent a lot of his childhood here and it was far larger than anyone else could imagine. Frigga's secret paradise was like another realm entirely and Thor's special place. He wanted to share it with Loki, show him the land and the creatures here that he loved.

Loki was instantly excited by the thought of a new place to see, and followed Thor easily, allowing himself to practically be dragged away with no complaints, only with a soft smile and a light laugh at seeing the gold god so happy.

He squinted in the harsh light of the bright sun, his eyes taking a bit longer to adjust but they adjusted none the less.

He listened to Thor announce they were close and as they were pulled down the street Loki returned every polite greeting with one of his own; smiling sweetly. He even waved at some of the children, allowing himself to shift to something amusing for them to a glimpse of him, to hold their fancy before he disappeared down another turn with his large Betrothed, who was on a mission it seemed.

At the sight of the meadow Loki gasped, looking at all of the beauty with wonder and awe. When he saw the boulder he looked at Thor with confusion masking his face. He was about to say, "But there's a giant rock in the way!" When Thor simply moved it.

Of course! Thor is greatly strong! Loki cursed himself for his idiocy and face palmed momentarily before looking inside, all the vines entrancing him. His eyes matched their hue to the exact.

Loki walked in front of Thor, nodding in awe and amazement. "It's so pretty here. Everything you show me, Thor, all of it is better than I've ever known. This is all so grand and yet simple, warm and inviting, yet it holds a strong, stubborn gleam to it. They say the scenery of a man's life reflects the man's soul. Is that true in this moment?" Loki asked, looking back at Thor with his teasing, smirked smile, but his eyes were filled with wonder.

Thor wasn't quite sure what Loki was saying about him, but the Frost-Princes' words made his stomach twist and he felt arousal in his loins. Thor had the urge to scope Loki up and have him right there against the grasses below their feet, but Thor would wait - for their ceremony or until Loki came to him, wanting.

Thor did, however, grip Loki's hips with his massive hands and pulled his body flush against his own. He ravished Loki's mouth, dipping his tongue in until he felt the tip of Loki's touch his. Thor made it passionate and hot, to show Loki his desires toward him while sticking to his boundaries.

When Thor pulled away to let air came back to both of their lungs, he simply just smiled down at Loki panting and held him close. Thor stood like that with Loki, feeling at peace in the meadow of the secret paradise. Thor knew he loved this petite prince, and it showed clearly in the way he touched Loki gently along the back, and it reflected brightly in his eyes.

"This place, it is unlike anything you will ever see again," Thor whispered to Loki, closing the inches between them and kissing Loki once more. After though, he pulled away completely and looked around the meadow. He admired it and was in awe of it too, still even after all these years; He was happy he could share it now someone extremely special.

"Come, there are many miles for us to wander, and many sceneries to see," Thor turned to Loki from having his back to him, and held out an open hand. And when Loki took it, Thor closed it and guided him along across the meadow (resembling perfectly the one behind the door) and toward the forest on the other side.

This was the first place to see, the ancient woodland, and it was breathtaking - even more so than what Loki had already saw. It was very old, but strong. There was a feel of magic and it almost sounded like there was a mystic tune playing, but oh so faintly, like it was in the distance but could not be traced or found.

The tree's here were tall and luscious , only letting dapples of sunlight in through their thick canopies. Moss grew on the length of their trunks, and on the rocks nearby. It grew everywhere here; Spanish moss even grew and hung from tree branches like a draping vale. It all just added to the ancient feel.

Thor led Loki in, just walking in silence, knowing the amazing wonders they would see if they were only patient. Once the first creature came and saw that Loki was no threat, the rest were sure to follow. Thor swiveled his head, looking this way and that, as if trying to find something. He pulled Loki along, finding low stone steps and climbing them. It took them deeper, and to a part where the trees were not so tightly knitted together, and the dirt ground could be seen.

This was a great place, and Thor had a feeling something wonderful was going to happen soon. And he was right. Stopping for a moment, Thor pulled Loki to stand at his side and he motioned with a finger at his lips for Loki to be silent. He pointed to the spot out in front of them, between the very spacey trees.

It was only a moment before very faintly, rustling was heard, and out into the open, grazing with its head down on the berries and fallen vegetation on the ground, was an Abada. An interesting creature, one that held extremely powerful magic.

It was a shy and timid creature, with not one ounce of hostility in its soul. It was one only few have seen, even for the gods. It was brown in colour and was the size of a donkey. It had the face of a bear, the tail of an boar and the body of a horse. It had two Alicorn horns - a small one protruding from the top of its nose and a larger one from the middle of its forehead. It was the main one, and held very strong magical properties, able to create special medicines that can cure even the most terrible of diseases.

Thor grinned widely and held a palm up, silently asking Loki to wait, while he stepped lightly and slowly toward it. Even Thor had to be careful not to spook it, though he often took care of the creature up close. It seemed to have heard his movement, for its ears twitched back and forth, but it didn't seem to worry much. It continued to graze and Thor eventually came to it, holding his hand out and slowly placing it on its back.

The Abada did nothing, and Thor began to stroke its soft-as-silk coat. He turned his head to smile widely at Loki, and ushered for him to approach, knowing the creature wouldn't mind his presence, knowing it was calm.

The kiss of passion Thor gave to him burned it's way through Loki, making every movement he made ache with throbbing arousal. And the hands grasping his hips, they sent a thrill straight to his brain, made him purr in approval, and wrap his arms around the god's strong shoulder's deciding to tease the golden man.

He evaded the other's tongue easily, pulling it back and away until tentatively touching Thor's with his own; a louder moanish sort of sound emitting from him on accident.

When he was allowed air he panted, laughing softly and clutching to Thor as though if he wasn't allowed to he'd fall to the ground.

Then, they set off, and once they saw the Abada Loki looked almost in shock. He watched Thor stroke the creature and when he was allowed to approach he did, murmuring to his betrothed, "These are special in my culture, Thor. They signify a happy, healthy, loving life with the one you marry. It's not a well known sign, though, for most of us Jotuns don't believe in love, or omens."

Thor continued to rub the creature's back, but kept intense eye contact with Loki; his way of showing that the Pale-God had his full attention, though it wasn't very hard to stair at those alluring green eyes for hours. And when Loki told him that these creatures were sacred to his people, Thor could only smile. He glanced away as he started to pet the neck of the fine beast, seeming to think of what to say and concentrating it seemed, by the way his brow was furrowed inward. Than Thor spoke, softly as usual to Loki, but nonetheless masculine & deep, "Perhaps that is not always a bad thing; sometimes we Asgardian's tend to think too highly of them."

Thor looked up at Loki with a long smile, still petting the Abada's back, "In this moment however, I will believe highly of this omen of yours, for it seems like a good one." Thor slid his hand along the creature's coat and slowly over Loki's; touching him tenderly, with respect. It was a little flirtatious as well, as Thor's crocked smirk gave away and the lustful glint in his eye even more. Thor squeezed Loki's hand lastly, before letting it go and giving the beast one last pat.

"There are many more creatures and places to see in mother's garden," Thor ushered Loki to follow him as he moved around the Abada, who still grazed undisturbed & unfrightened. There was land - from hills & mountains, to plains & forests; Seas - from the salty ocean, to the pure rivers & lakes; And the sky, where the most wonderful things are found.

Thor wanted to share it all.

Thor traveled further into the forest; stepping over roots and following the winding path. He would glance back behind him every couple of seconds, just to make sure Loki was following and wasn't in need of help. "We'll begin to see many more creatures soon. They'll be coming out of hiding any moment now - " and just as Thor said, a Dryad popped out over head, dangling from a near-by tree. It was a tree nymph, female (as all nymphs where), who was no bigger than Thor's hand. Thor smiled and pointed up at it in the trees, showing Loki that they were already starting to come out of hiding.