Tease
Thor’s face turned stony before he stepped back letting the curtains close as he turned for the door. He couldn’t believe he fell for the innocent act. Of course, Loki was just trying to entrap him in marriage. Hadn’t the boy always had an eye on being queen. Thor grabbed the handles to throw the door open. Only the door didn’t open; it would not budge.
He gave the door one last pull before turning around. Loki leaned against an archway, arms crossed over his chest and a dark green robe pulled tight around him.
“Open, this door, Loki. I have no desire to sire a bastard tonight.”
Loki rolled his eyes. “I have no desire to be bedded by someone that lacks the manors to say something before barging in like a bilgsnipe.”
Thor immediately felt his anger turn to shame and dropped his eyes to his feet. “I apologize, Loki. I forgot you are not a man. I let the situation become inappropriate.”
Loki stepped forward-looking the Odinson straight in the face. “I’m not a woman either. I am both and neither. I am your advisor and no one will question your motives or my own for us to be alone in the evening hours.”
Thor raised his blue eyes to meet Loki’s red ones. “It was not your intention to seduce me into bed tonight, ‘twas it?”
The Jotun scoffed with a smile. “Not everyone’s motives involve entrapping you into a marriage. I merely wanted to discuss the important issues that might come up tomorrow in court… and maybe to get to know the man that was once my idol.”
“I confess then, I am not that well versed in the intricacies of my kingdom’s politics nor the art of diplomacy.”
Loki smirked. “How fortunate you are that your advisor happens to be quite the attaché.”
“How fortunate indeed, my talents lay more-”
“Along hitting things with a hammer.” Loki quipped.
Thor chuckled and followed after Loki to his sitting area. The Jotun draped himself across the couch. “Tell me, what you believe is the conflict between Asgard and Svartalfhiem?”
Thor dropped to the couch across from Loki. “Both of our realms compete against each other for the dwarves' favor to gain trading rights for precious metals and ores.”
Loki hummed. “While that is true, the root of the problem is much deeper. Both realms fear war with the other.”
“I believe my father would say that he does not fear war, rather a wise ruler avoids war.”
“But clearly not conflict. And what do you think of war, Future King?” Loki waved his hand over the table making a pair of goblets out of ice.
“We have no need to fear war with the dark elves. Our warriors are far superior to Queen Alflyse’s army.”
“And? What else?” The Jotun flicked his wrist filling the ice with red liquid.
“What else is there? We could decimate them.”
Loki scoffed rolling his eyes. “You are a great brute. You are missing a key factor.”
Thor not taking kindly to Loki’s tone squared his shoulders and lifted his glass to his lips. “What am I missing?”
Loki smirked over his own glass at the other Prince. “Magic.” He wiggled his fingers causing Thor’s drink to dry up. “The Dark Elves have been promoting and experimenting with magic for years. They may not be able to compete with Asgardian warriors, but Asgard cannot compete with their mages.”
Thor set his empty glass down. He leaned towards Loki. “Were I the king at this moment, what would you advise me to do?”
The Jotun grinned. “Strengthen your alliances with your allied realms that are sophisticated in the ways siedr.”
“How do we strengthen alliances with Aflehiem?”
“I have a strategy to propose to your father in the morning. It is important that I gain my own respect from the nobles rather than your father commands it from them. When will your father crown you king?” Loki said moving next to the other prince.
Thor ran his hand through his blond hair. “He says when I’m ready. I’ve told him I’m ready and he says I’m not; I tell him I’m not ready, he says I know.”
Loki grabbed Thor’s other hand. “You aren’t ready. But soon we will be ready. Your father planned for all this. He knew you lacked certain qualities a king needs. Qualities I have. You’re the bright shining beacon for the people; I am the shadow that the nobles will respect. You are the Sun and I the moon.”
Thor watched as the sorcerer traced runes on his palm. “I find that ethereal moonlight is far more alluring than the hot sun.”
Loki leaned against him and pressed a kiss against his cheek. Thor turned and pressed their foreheads together, tying disparately to keep himself from kissing Loki. If they went down this path there was no returning to Prince and Advisor. He breathed a nervous breath. Both Princes pushing the boundary but not wanting to be the one to cross it. They sat there breathing in each other.
Then Loki ghosted his lips over Thor’s as he spoke. “Thor, can we do the one thing I always wanted to do with you?”
“What is that?” Thor breathed.
Loki grinned before smacking Thor upside the head with a pillow. Thor being completely surprised and of balance fell to the floor as Loki laughed. The Asgardian Prince pulled grabbed the other’s feet and pulled him from the sofa.
Golden rays of sun filtered through the curtains waking Prince Thor. Around him lay a war zone of busted pillows and ripped blankets. He sat up his back hurting from sleeping on the floor. Curled up in a cocoon of sheets, Loki still slept. Goose feathers littered his black locks. Thor leaned over and kissed between his horns, before retreating from Loki’s chambers down the hall to his own.
He closed the door behind him as quietly as he could only to turn around and came face to face with their maid exiting Thor’s own rooms. Thor faltered. The maid yesterday’s soiled sparring clothes in her arms. Meaning, she had already been in his rooms meaning she had seen he hadn’t slept there.
“I assure you this is not as it appears.”
She cast her eyes down. “It is not my place to judge, your highness.”
“Please do not say anything to anyone. Our activities were just childish fun I assure you.”
“Of course, Sire.”
Thor hurried pasted him to his rooms for fresh clothes. The morning was already a disaster.
Frandal plopped down across from Thor and next to Volstagg. “So the question of the day lads: what wonders lie under Loki’s clothes?”
Thor choked on his eggs and blushed.
Volstagg laughed. “Come now, Frandal, you’ve given him a fright. Let the man pine for his ambassador without embarrassment.”
“What makes you think I want him?” Thor growled.
Frandal smirked. “I’m certain one would have to be dead not to be charmed by Loki.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Thor caught a glimpse of blue skin and black hair trailed by lavender skin and white hair. Loki followed by Algrim no doubt. Thor suddenly had the urge to pulverize something.
Everyone in the training yard parted, making way for the Prince. It was clear that Odin’s heir had a storm brewing in his eye. Even Sif backed out of sparing Thor.
Around mid-morning, Loki came sauntering out of the castle. Algrim was following close behind. Loki wore a tight black breeches and a loose tunic shirt. Thor thought he looked stunning; clearly wasn’t the only warrior in the yard to think so. Ever the flirt, Frandal weaseled his way over to the Ambassador.
“Loki, how good it is to see you again. You are still the most sensual thing in all the nine.” Frandal smiled charmingly.
However, Loki, less than charmed, rolled his eyes. “I would hope that my sensuality was a new development in your eye, Frandal, considering the last time you saw me, I was yet to bleed. Though given your unquenchable thirsts, it's probably not.” He drawled as he walked past Frandal without so much as a glance. Frandal gapped like a fish. Snickers from Sif, Vostagg, and Hogun were barely muffled.
Loki walked over to where Thor was still pulverizing one of the training dummies. “Thor, care for a match? I haven’t had a challenge in a while.”
Algrim pouted behind the Jotun. Smirking, Thor continued punching. The dark elf must have spared with Loki recently. “If I remember correctly, physical prowess was never your strong suit.”
Something in his red eyes twinkled as he glanced over at Algrim. “Physical yes, but not on the battlefield.”
Thor punched the dummy hard enough to snap in half the wooden beam holding it up. “I’ll give you a challenge if there is no magic used.”
“Very well, daggers it is,” Loki smirked before pulling a knife out of where and nicking Thor’s arm. The Thunderer let out a hiss, at the cut before holding his hand out to call Mojnir to him.
In a display, Thor didn’t know him capable of, Loki kicked Thor in the crook of his elbow forcing him to bend his arm. “Thor, cheating already. Your hammer is quite magically is it not?” he smirked.
Thor let out a growl before grabbing one of the training swords from the rack and turning to face Loki. “Better?”
Loki flipped his daggers so that the blade pointed behind him. “Much.”
They came together in a clash of three blades.
It was clear that the sword was not Thor’s preferred weapon, while daggers were clearly Loki’s weapon of choice. The Asgardian prince was taking it easy on Loki, and Loki knew it. To pay for his crime Loki sliced off a lock of Thor’s hair.
“Opps.” He smirked.
Thor stopped playing around and met him with full strength.
He managed to knock on of Loki’s knives out of his hand sending it clattering to the other side of the training yard.
“Opps.” Thor mocked.
Loki retreated in a huff, before charging towards Thor. He swung his sword at Loki’s mad charge. In a beautiful display of dexterity, in one motion, Loki slid under the swing, kicked out Thor’s knee and twisted the hilt out of his grip as Thor went down on one knee. As Loki turned the blade into his hand, he knocked Thor onto his back with a leg hitting the Thunderer across the chest.
Slowly coming out of the daze, Thor’s vision finally cleared to reveal, Loki standing over him hold Thor’s sword to Thor’s own throat. Every warrior in the arena was flabbergasted, though no one more so than Thor.
“That was a lovely practice, Thor. Do you yield?”
Thor’s temper flared. He knocked the blade away and jerked Loki’s feet out from under him. Loki landed with a yelp in a straddling position over Thor. Thor flipped them over in an instant so that he had Loki pinned underneath him.
Loki stared up at him wide-eyed as the rain began to fall against them. “Do you yield, Loki?” Thor growled clearly breathing hard.
Something changed in Loki’s eyes, which glinted with mischief. “That depends,” He whispered before leaning forward and licking a droplet of sweat from Thor’s chin. “Is that a dagger in your trousers?”
“Daggers are more of your weapon of choice isn’t it.”
Loki smirked. “That it is. I suppose you would refer to it as a hammer wouldn’t you.”
Thor felt something sharp poke into his chest. He frowned.
Loki continued his teasing though. He rolled his hips up to meet Thor’s bulge. And moaned “Perhaps you should have bedded me last night. Maybe then I would have been too sore to beat you.”
Thor was off of Loki in an instant. The lightning cracked as Thor stormed inside.
Loki fell back against the stone laughing.
Thor tried to relieve his tension in the wash. However, vigorously fisting his cock did like to relieve his growing lust for his advisor. Still unsatisfied, Thor dressed in his maroon tunic and a black cap instead of his usual armor. He never quite felt himself, but in the council, meeting armor was taboo and dishonorable.
The counsel was abuzz with chatter of Loki. It was rare that someone gets the better of the crown prince, and when they did people took note. Thor glared at anyone how usually greeted him with questions of his training.
He took his place left of his father’s throne; his mother sat on the other side. Taking his seat, Thor scanned the counselors. Loki was not yet there. If he were late it would not reflect well on Jotunhiem. As Odin approached his thrown he slammed the butt of Gungnir’s shaft onto the stone floor. The nobles began filing towards their seats. On the third echo of the spear, the great double doors opened by the guards allowed Loki to enter.
And he was stunning. Several nobles eyed him appreciatively. His hair was done up in a half bun, while the rest of his hair ran wild. He was not wearing what most counsel men would call appropriate. Loki had on leather trousers and shear silver top that was easy to see the swell of small breasts and the Jotun’s hard nipples.
But that’s not why Thor felt his face going hot and his storm brewing. No, Loki was wearing his red cape draped over one shoulder. Murmurs rolled through the crowd.
Loki knelt before for the throne. “My king, might I be allowed to join the court and learn as your son’s future advisor.”
“Of course.” Odin waved his hand in the general direction of Thor, with one eyebrow cocked. Loki took the seat next to Thor with a smirk.
During a particularly dull part of the meeting, Thor leaned over and whispered to Loki, “How exactly did you get my cape?”
Loki hummed. He was far better at pretending to pay attention than Thor. “Later.”
The lack of an answer only irritated Thor more.
Eventually, Lord Hifelson stood to present an issue. Thor disliked the man. He had three daughters all of whom had huge breasts that they liked to flaunt and press against Thor. A behavior, which the Lord seemed to encourage. It wasn’t that he found the ladies unattractive, but Norns they were stupid and boring.
Lord Hifelson was a pudgy man one of those men that was a warrior long ago but hadn’t up kept his physique after he no longer went to battles. Thor was also fairly certain that Lord Hifelson had fought in the war against the frost giants. As he was of proper age and immediately disagreed with anything Angrboda had presented to the court.
Thor leaned over and told Loki as much.
“Your Majesty, if it pleases the counsel I would like to address the issue of the wilting crop in the western farming regions.”
Odin nodded. “You may proceed.”
“While Thor’s assistance with daily watering has kept the crops from dying. It is not enough to help the sweltering heat. There will not be enough crops yielded to export this year. We must drastically reduce our exports of there could be a famine in the region.”
Suddenly, Loki was on his feet. “NO!”
All eyes turned to him. He cleared his throat and approached the throne. “If it pleases the crown, I would like to make a counter-proposal.”
Odin looked to Frigga, who nodded her approval. “Proceed.”
“Well over half of the food supply in Jotunhiem is imported from Asgard. If that supply is cut by even a fraction to save your people prices at the market, mine will have families unable to find food at all.
You need cooler temperatures so that the crops so frying in the Sun. As you well know Allfather, my race’s specialty is ice and cold. Allow me to send word to my…my king. I’m sure he will gladly send some mages to assist with the heat. We would be foolish to think that our actions only affect one realm.”
More murmurs went up in the council chambers. Lord Hifelson glared daggers into Loki. The Queen was beaming with pride for her pupil.
Odin nodded. “Mudginn will carry your message tonight himself. You will do well as Thor’s Advisor.”
Loki bowed. “Thank you, Allfather.” He said before returning to Thor’s side.
Lord Hifelson bowed as well returning to his own seat fury written all over his face.
Several proposals later, Odin dismissed the court of the evening. Loki dashed off before Thor could catch him.
He didn’t see him again until dinner that night. He threw Thor back his cloak as he passed by, “Don’t leave your things in my room, again.”
All of Thor’s cousins and siblings over the age of seven hundred stared in shock at that revelation. Except, of course, Tyr and Balder who were snickering between them.
Loki approached Odin. “Your majesty, I must speak with you on an urgent matter.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather discuss it with Thor?” Odin mumbled into a cup. His wife slapped his arm.
Loki and Thor blushed at the implication. “No, Allfather, please I’ve received word from my father.”
“Let’s go to my study.” Odin stood and motioned for Loki to follow him from the banquet hall to his study next door.
Balder leaned across the table once the two had left. “So where exactly did you leave it, Thor?”
Thor smiled and tried to recover his dignity. “I’m sure it was on his sofa or floor. Since that was where I was the whole night.”
“Honestly, Thor, Mother raised us to be princes, you should have gotten him to a bed it’s the considerate thing to do.” Tyr grinned.
Thor groaned. “I have been nothing but gentlemanly to Loki! I did not bed him despite what it seems.”
“No, no, clearly, you sofa-ed him,” Balder smirked.
Thor growled. “Please just leave me be. I don’t care whether or not you believe me. We had a pillow fight and that was it.”
Now their cousin Njord was in on the taunting. “Pillow fight, I’m unfamiliar with this position. Can you explain in more detail, Thor?”
“Perhaps, Loki could explain it to you, Njord.” Tyr laughed.
Thor slammed his hands on the table and stood with enough force to knock his chair back.
His brothers’ and cousin’s laughter ceased. At that moment Odin threw open the doors to his study.
“Good, Thor, you’re already up. Get your hammer and armor on and meet me in the barracks. Tyr rally your men. We appear to have a situation to deal with.”
Odin walked over and kissed Frigga atop her head. “I’m sorry to ruin our family dinner with politics, my love.”
“I married a king it is expected.”
Loki came rushing by Thor, the Asgardian moved to catch him. “Loki, what’s going on?”
Loki grabbed Thor’s arm and dragged him into the hallway that led to their rooms. “There was an attempt on my life. An assassin broke into my rooms earlier. Only they apparently didn’t know that Karhu was also in my rooms-”
Thor smiled. “The little bear cub I brought you.”
“Oh, he’s not little anymore. Needless to say, he won’t be needing to be feed today.” Loki pulled something from his robes. “He had this bag of gems on him- black diamonds from the southwestern region of Asgard. There is only one in that region rich enough to pay someone off with such as this.”
“Lord Hifelson.”
Loki nodded. “However there is more, my father sent offers to send mages to alleviate the heat problem months ago. Lord Hifelson never told Odin about these offers… I think something greater maybe afoot here.”
Thor wrapped an arm around Loki’s shoulders and steered them to the crown prince’s rooms. “I will never let anything happen to you. I won’t leave your side until this is figured out.”
Loki smiled summoning an ice dagger. “Ice and Lightning; Brains and Brawns. We’ll be invincible.”
Thor smiled. “I’d really call you more of a beauty than brawn.”
Loki punched him in the ribs. “OW!”
“I bested you didn’t I?”
Thor laughed. “It wasn’t your strength you beat me with, Laufeyson.”
“Are you implying that I would use my body, Odinson?” the Jotun smirked.
“I imply nothing… you would use anything at your means to get your way.”
Loki pushed Thor sideways until his back was against a column. “And what do I want?”
Thor pulled Loki closer. “I’m not sure but I know I’m being used to get it.”
Thor was very tempted to kiss Loki. He knew it was inevitably going to happen.
Someone cleared their throat behind them. The two turned to see Tyr and Balder smirking at them, along with Tyr’s men looking anywhere but at the princes.
“Are you two gonna go kick a traitor’s ass with us or stay here and have a pillow fight?”