So here is # 6. In these parts, we are graced with Frigga's presence as she prepares Loki for the marriage ceremony, while Thor goes hunting for something beautiful to gift his soon-to-be wife.

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At Loki's reply and Loki's smirk, Thor's eyes averted back to the green ones and he too smirked; raising an eyebrow in seeming interest. He hummed deep in his throat, just as he roughly pulled Loki harder against his body; a single strong hand around Loki's fine waist. But before Loki could reply of any sort, Thor finally took Loki's lips and kissed him passionately, yet a little rough and rugged.

Thor slipped a hand to hold at Loki's upper back, while he moved his lips against Loki's; pulling Loki into a rhythm. Thor opened his mouth and closed it; pulled away only inches to tilt his head the other direction before recapturing Loki's lips and repeating, only this time slipping the tip of his tongue in to touch the tip of Loki's.

When Thor pulled away, he gave a full handsome smile, whispering and looking deeply into Loki's eyes; "A fine idea." Thor leaned in and kissed Loki again, but it was much shorter this time. "You must know, my beloved, we hardly dine alone," Thor's voice was much more soft, as if this was some sensitive subject. Thor wanted to warn his Queen so that his Queen may pick a suitable form; not for Thor himself, but for Loki's own comfort.

Thor was the only who needed to see Loki's true form, though Thor was not ashamed to flaunt or show Loki off as he truly was - Thor honestly preferred it, he found Loki to be most beautiful when in true nature.

"If you wish, you may hide yourself from judging eyes," Thor made clear, glancing over his shoulder back at Loki, as he walked away to find himself suitable clothing as well. "But know that I find you more beautiful than any and none would dare hurt you in my presence," Nor would any dare when Loki was not, for news would immediately get back to Thor and Thor would unleash Hel upon whomever so hurt his beloved.

Thor disappeared behind a red drape and rustling could be heard for moments, but Thor emerged sometime later with cloth folded over his arm. Thor would make sure Loki was in high regards, even if that meant punishing those closest to him, because now Loki was the closest to him one could get. Not only did Loki own his body, but Loki also own his heart; Loki alone own all of him.

Thor came back to what was now his & Loki's bed, and threw down the clothing he grabbed. Thor immediately stripped in front of Loki; tearing off what was left of the tattered remains of his tunic (in which Loki had ripped as Thor had ripped Loki's) and undoing, then discarding his trousers to the marble floor. Thor had no sense of tidiness, but there was no need for him too, the servants cleaned up after him (and most likely enjoyed it, being they got to touch and handle, smell even, the most handsome and dreamy god of all).

As before, Thor made a show of his undressing and redressing. He flexed his muscles and puffed his chest, trying to make it look like a stretch, but it was much too obvious. He shifted from one side to the other, giving Loki different views of himself from different angles; showing the muscles on his chest, then turning and showing the muscles on his back, as well as his well toned, well muscled ass.

Of course it only lasted for so long, before Thor had finally slipped his red tunic over his head and pulled on a different pair of black trousers. When Thor turned back to face Loki, as his back was turned to his Queen for the final dressing, Thor had a playfully teasing look in his eye and in the way he smirked; it was almost as if Thor was getting back at Loki for teasing him before with such a look. Thor outwardly looked over Loki's body again, admiring it, before retrieving his cape and placing it over his shoulders again. He held out his arm to Loki after with a proud smile, in a silent offer; and when Loki had taken his arm, Thor lead Loki toward the door and out into the hall again.

Thor held his head high and the look of proudness never left his face; he was proud to have Loki as his Queen, even though at one point before in his youth, he had all but found the thought appealing.

They strolled down the hallway back the way they had come, in the only direction they could go, and stepped out into the main. Thor's parents chambers were not far, but Thor went in the opposite direction, leading Loki to the dining hall as he wished. But Thor did not get far, before Loki and he were being stopped.

"Thor my son," The golden god's name was called. Thor heard and though he wished not to, he stopped in mid-stride and halted Loki gently. Thor knew whom it was, the soft, yet stern voice was indication enough, but he turned and greeted with a smile. It was no other than his beloved mother, standing from her bedroom door; one side open still behind her.

Frigga narrowed her eyes at her son, a knowing gleam in them and drew her lips tight. She was some distance away, but the look on her face Thor could see clear as day, and Thor knew the look well - Frigga was mentally scolding him and promising a long 'heart-to-heart' talk after. All Thor was able to do however, was give her that crooked smirk of his and a shrug in reply of 'I could not help myself.'

Frigga rolled her eyes and sighed at how much her son used his sexuality; it really shouldn't have surprised her though, Thor was his father's son after all. Frigga's heels rang out on the marble floor with a 'tap-tap-tap-tap' as she approached her son and her son's betrothed.

Her hand was placed on Thor's back immediately and she nudged him toward the direction he had been walking. "Be gone with you, your father awaits in the throne room," Frigga gave Thor no choice, she pushed him away seemingly with no problem. Thor protested a little, though knowing he had no choice over the matter, whether he wanted to stay with his Queen or not.

Thor was forced to slip his arm from Loki's hand and walk away, but he paused and turned his body back for a second, looking at his Queen-to-be, and his mother whom stood there with a stern face and her arms folded across her chest. Thor gave Loki an apologetic look and held his hand over his heart in a silent form of 'I love you.'

Frigga made sure Thor walked from their sight, before she turned to Loki and looked him over. She was hardly fazed by Loki's natural form and she even smiled gently at it. "This way my dear," Frigga ushered Loki after her with a gentle wave of her hand, leading him off toward the door that stood open.

Once inside her room, Frigga made sure the large doors were secure and that Thor was truly gone, before she turned and smiled gently again at Loki. It was tradition that the bride and groom did not see each other before the ceremony. "I apologize for my son's behavior," Frigga didn't have to clarify her words for Loki to know what she meant. Frigga was all seeing, she knew everything that has happened and that will happen. "And I apologize for having to take you away from him, but it will only be for a short time," After all, the moment Thor and Loki had come to her with the news of wanting to marry as quickly as possible, Frigga immediately did just that. She had brought the news to her husband, whom was pleased, though hardly showed it, and arranged for them to be married within hours.

"Come, we must prepare you for the ceremony," Frigga ushered with her hand to a comfortable vanity, holding many different bottles and jewelry.

Loki let out a gentle, pleasure sound as he was pulled to Thor's lap, his body arching into his lover's chest as his hips and waist were touched oh-so gently. He was about to taunt the god mischievously when all thoughts and attempted words were cut off by a firm and rugged kiss, which he returned eagerly, tangling his cold and nimble fingers into the man's hair.

He tugged softly on Thor's hair as the kiss intensified, and somewhere in the back of his mind wondered if they would once more make that amazing love that they had made earlier. His thoughts ceased as he moaned, the tongue touching his sending shivers down his spine and his eyes, the wide green magic, fluttered shut.

When the kiss was finished, Loki's blue cheeks had the faintest shade of red; which meant that he was blushing a great deal because the coldness of his flesh rarely showed heat in his cheeks. He nodded at the words of dinner and softly replied, "I understand that." He looked down, sheepish.

Back at his home, Loki was allowed to prance around in his natural form whenever he wish. And I assure you, he took full advantage of being able to prance around in ONLY his natural form.

He shifted off of Thor's lap and looked up at his king, "I will not hide myself. They must realize that this is what there future queen looks like. In my home, I needn't hide, and since this is my home, I will not hide here, either. Plus, I have no one to be afraid of. I may be a moaning whore, but I'm a moaning whore that can protect myself." He wore a soft smile, watching his soon to be husband move around and look for clothing.

Loki watched the man return and undress, bending down after getting off the bed to pick up his tattered clothing, folding it up and setting it onto the bed with a soft laugh. "Are you showing off to me, Thor? Showing me your strongest features? Because from what I can see, everything is your strongest feature." He grinned, leaning up to kiss Thor's throat softly and take his arm.

His blue, frosty head was held high as well, and he smiled softly in the thought of an actual future with this kind, gentle, loving man standing beside him and holding his arm.

He was happily being tugged along by the large blond when a voice that he easily recognized stopped them both. He turned and looked back at the goddess, sheepishly smiling for some reason as she came and spoke to Thor.

Loki was silent, still hesitant to speak around this marvelous woman, and looked slightly shocked when Thor pulled from him. He returned the 'I love you' signal with sad eyes before walking with the woman, who had yet to note upon his ice cold skin and blue hued flesh.

He looked around the glamorous bedroom with an expression of awe, unable to help himself. Everything here was so beautiful, warm, inviting. It was much unlike his home, and he was sure he'd like it here much better.

The apology made his reddened cheeks reappear and he choked slightly, "Oh, no, I, I -uh, I-" He stammered for several moments, shaking his head before listening to her speak once more. He relaxed slightly and gave a hesitant smile, "It's fine. I'll see him again soon, and I understand. We have a similar tradition at my home. although, I don't think your husband is going to come in and 'break' me for Thor."

And that was the marriage ritual in Jotunhime; The father of the husband would sleep with the wife to make sure she was virile and strong for his son. It was one of the reasons Loki was actually happy from the start to get married out of his home.

Loki let a silence fall over them for a moment before the mention of the ceremony. He walked towards the vanity, eyes widened once more at the beautiful jewels. "They're marvelous." He murmured, running his fingers over them gently, careful to not break them.

Thor found euphoria and pleasure (adoration even) in the way Loki responded to his touches. Maiden's had responded as such, but there was not one of them that could have fired Thor up so quickly again. Thor would have taken Loki again right then and there, if it weren't for the feeling of needing to provide his Queen with food and other such things for his health gnawing at him.

Thor noticed the blush upon Loki's cheeks after the kiss had ended and it pleased him so greatly. It was beautiful upon Loki's blue skin and Thor had a feeling he was the only to do so to Loki ever before. Thor was also pleased that Loki understood and was pleased that Loki would not hide, and was most pleased with his beginning words, but Thor had become offended by Loki's last words and had whipped around to face him even before the last of them were from his lips.

Perhaps a little too aggressively and frighteningly, Thor grabbed hold of Loki's face between his hands and stared deep into those green eyes with a blazing fire in his own. "Do not, never in my presence, call yourself as such! You are not a common whore, and whomever shall call you so, will be struck from this world!" Thor seemed seething, his nostrils had flared and his jaw was tight, as if he was grounding his teeth together. He stared moments on end into Loki's eyes and his hands did not budge, but soon enough Thor's fury dissipated and Thor released Loki's face from his vice-like grip and gently stroked his cheeks.

He had gotten dressed then, smirking as lust flashed within those eyes, that were just moments ago, on fire. The prince of cold knew him well already, though they had only spent hours together. Thor certainly was showing off and for Loki to noticed and comment as he did, made Thor proud and blew his ego ever wider. At Loki's kiss to his throat, a pleasant and playful growl rumbled within Thor's breast. He would take Loki again when he had the chance, after Loki was sated with food in his belly, just for these acts of teasing.

It really did drive Thor out of mind, even if he kept it well under the surface.

Frigga had not meant to put the young prince on the spot and so had not commented further on the matter or on how he responded to her words. But hearing of Loki's home traditions, it made her heart grow sad and she smiled, though it reflected the feelings at heart. "No my child, nothing as such here. You are your betrothed and your betrothed alone." Frigga held out a hand in the direction of the vanity, the sleeves of her gown flowing down from her arm.

Once Loki was seated, she stepped behind him and smiled at him through the mirror. "You may choose which ever you like," Frigga said, not at all trying to stop Loki from fingering the precious jewels. "You shall have many of your own once Queen, but for now, you may have your pick of mine." Frigga was generous, but not only to Loki, but to all. It was tradition here however, that the betrothed of the King or the King's offspring should be in nothing more then the finest cloth and jewels (just as the king himself or the king's son shall be the same).

Frigga leaned over Loki's shoulder, her eyes directing her hand to a most beautiful comb on the vanity. She brought it back to her and began to untie Loki's hair from it's braid; messed from the lover's act in her garden (but remade before setting foot inside the halls again). There was silence, save for the quiet humming Frigga had began to form in her breast. It was like a chime, relaxing and steady, as she began to brush the long back strands of Loki's hair.

Frigga alone would prepare the prince for the ceremony. Loki would wear the fine jewels from her boxes and shelves. Then would be dressed in the dress that Frigga herself had been wed to Odin in, as it was part of the tradition. Frigga paused the comb in mid-stroke through Loki's hair and looked at his reflection, her voice no longer humming a tune.

"Your skin..." Frigga gave a pause and stared right into Loki's blood-red eyes through the mirror. It was a short pause, though must have felt like hours on end with such a stoic face Frigga dawned then. But a smile split her lips and her eyes wrinkled with a gleam as she broke the pause, "Is most beautiful." It was authentic, Frigga's words. Loki was a beautiful man and most suited for her son. The blue of Loki's skin was a change, but change, Frigga knew, was good, and their kingdom would do well with this such change (Loki's skin beside Thor's - a token of the two kingdom's truce).

Loki smiled at the queen's words, "Thank you, thank you so very much. I don't get jewels in Jotunheim. My sisters do, but they are meager and unimpressive. Unlike yours." He smiled and chose a simple but elegant golden collar, seeming to be weaved thick, yet you could clearly see his blue flesh through the weaves.

"I do hope I get some of my own. I love jewelry. That's one of the reasons I wasn't a liked prince in my home. I wasn't manly enough. As a boy I was always sick, and I never let others cut my hair. Servants had to sneak into my room at night just to cut it. I was a rebellious boy. I used to wear my sisters dresses and make head pieces from yarn." He laughed softly, looking at his hands, now folded upon his lap. "You could imagine my father's anger and disgust once finding me like that." He shivered, remembering the hard beating he had received when his father had barged in.

He had been playing happily with his youngest sister. They were both in simple dresses, but they were having fun, dancing about and giggling. Then, in came father, wanting to speak to his daughter. He froze at the sight of his son in a dress, and the fury welling inside of him was visible. He gripped Loki by the arm and dragged him from the bedroom to the courtyard, where Loki was whipped mercilessly, still wearing his sister's dress.

Loki shook his head to shake off the memory, still wearing his smile. That wasn't even the worst beating he had ever received, and so he needn't dwell on it. Plus, he got back at his father afterwards, sleeping with half of the guardsmen.

He leaned back slightly, loving how the comb felt as it slid through his hair. He listened to the soft humming and realized that his mother had never hummed to him, or brushed his hair. He had already received so many amazing firsts in this day, he could scarcely believe it.

He wore a blush once more at the compliment of his natural form, looking down embarrassingly at his lap, "Thank you, my queen. I expected Asgardians to flee at the sight. But you and your son are very, very excepting towards it. It's amazing. Really."

Frigga made a note to herself to make sure to relay such information to her son. Though, Frigga already knew Thor and Loki had learned much about each other, they hadn't learned all. Loki fancied Jewels, which was common for any Queen or Queen-to-be; common even for Princes and Kings. It saddened Frigga's heart to learn Loki hadn't the pleasure of experiencing true royalty like theirs, though Frigga knew that it was the common Jotun tradition; to treat your princes and princesses as nothing more than lowly beings, whom were not the slightest worthy of such rank and beautiful things.

But through the sting Frigga felt for Loki in her heart, she smiled with empathy. "No need child, here in Asgard we are all treated well," She spoke softly and did not lose the softness on her face. It softened even further when she leaned over Loki's shoulder, brushing his beautiful long hair over the other, leaning closely to Loki's face while holding up the necklace she saw Loki favoring. She held it up and placed it onto his neck, but did not secure it, there was much to do before they could adorn Loki with jewels; this was a show, and Frigga was pleased to find it looked stunning on him.

"We treat each other as people, not as slaves or creatures to be used and abused," Frigga took the necklace away from Loki's collar and placed it gently back upon the vanity desk. She picked the comb back up and took Loki's hair once again in hand, and brushed it further, making sure no knots were in it before the bath. "You will my dear. We as royals only own the finest jewelry," Frigga made sure to answer and make true of Loki's wishes. Now and again, Frigga would glance up from Loki's locks and back into the mirror to watched the young prince, feeling more sorrow for the boy the more he told her of his old life in his native land.

To think, a father would treat his own offspring as such, yet it was worse still, being not only the father, but the King as well. Frigga could see all yes, but only in glimpses and only those whom she was in association with (most often, her visions were that of coming dangers or coming victories between the All-Father and his enemies or allies).

Frigga noticed the way Loki's words triggered the memory and the way he reacted to it; his skin seeming to crawl. And though Loki tossed that memory from mind with a simple shake of his head and still held a smile, as if it did not bother him and he had made peace with it, Frigga would see through it all and could tell Loki still felt some pain from it.

But she did not make comments and chose her words very carefully, knowing that even a young man of Loki's age, could still be as delicate as a new born. Frigga averted her eyes back to Loki's hair, finding it such a beautiful black and so very soft, almost as soft as her rare silks.

"Punishment here is necessity for learning lessons, but it is also important to us that our children and people are raised with respect and kindness of others. It is how I had raised Thor, and he has learned it well, yet he still shows aggression and malice toward others at times," Frigga was not telling Loki this to belittle her son or to worry Loki's already damaged mind, she was stating simply that even they had their times of ugliness and that perhaps could some how make it easier for Loki to relate to. "But he is a kind young man, and I am most proud of whom he has grown up to be."

Frigga finished combing through Loki's smooth hair and placed it gently back onto the vanity. She then smiled at Loki through the mirror and pulled the stool out for him to stand; a most gentlemanly gesture, but she was a care taker and it was her obligation to do such things for her children as well. "Come dear, we must wash you now," Frigga helped Loki up out of the seat with a hand and lead him to her own private bath.

Loki smiled adoringly as she spoke of being treated well, and smiled at her gently, "Oh, I looked forward to that feeling. It has been a long time since anyone in Jotunheim had been treated anything relatively closed to well." He murmured gently, loving how that comb felt sliding through his hair.

He looked into the mirror at himself as the necklace was pressed against his cold flesh, smiling at how it looked upon him. He looked up at Frigga for another long moment, still finding it difficult that he had been so lucky as to come this wonderful place.

He frowned as the necklace was pulled away, looking at his lap, "My people don't mean to treat one another as slaves. It's just how we are. We don't think of it as abuse and as using, we just think of it as a hard punishment to ensure we will be strong enough for survival. We may be delusional for thinking that way, but its better than thinking that your father is trying to kill you daily."

He then put his smile back on, "I cannot wait. I love jewels. Although, they needn't be the finest. I'm rather ok with the simple things as well." He smiled into the mirror at himself and at the woman who was combing his hair. He still would admit to loving the feeling of the comb through his silky locks.

It wasn't an uncommon thing. Loki hoped Frigga knew that. His father was beaten as a child by Loki's grandfather, in an attempt to make sure he was a better king. That, and the Jotunheim men were known for their large angers and quick actions of temper. Loki had the temper as well, and when mad lashed out with his hand to slap anyone around him. It was a curse.

"Punishment is necessary everywhere, so order is known and chaos is but a rumor. You raised your son well. He's a nice man, but he has his own anger. Earlier I called myself a whore and he whipped around and scolded me like I was a child." Loki chuckled, "It was rather nice. I'd call myself a whore at home and my siblings would agree." Loki looked at her, his red eyes impossibly soft and kind, "I would be proud if my child were raised as good as he."

Loki watched as the comb was set down and sighed happily, standing and stretching ever so slightly. "Ok. But, I will warn you in advance, the beatings weren't with hand and have left their mark upon my back. Please, don't show pity towards them; they have made me who I am today." He walked beside her to the bath, removing his dress easily when he was able.