The Armor
As Frost stood admiring his reflection in Loki's bedroom mirror, he couldn't help wondering what Jotunheim was really like. He wondered if he'd ever get the opportunity to visit the frozen realm. The idea of meeting others like him was so tempting. But Cat- would she even be able to tolerate the chill? Could he bring her with him?
He couldn't believe he was able to look at himself this way and not cringe. He remembered how, not too long ago, he had asked- no, begged- Loki to find a way to make him like the others. To make him normal. He'd slowly realized there was no such thing. Even among the Midgardians, everyone was a bit abnormal, and it was quite wonderful. Now, when he saw his bright red eyes and his skin with its varying shades of blue, all he thought about was what Cat said about them. She loved them, and that made him proud.
The ceremonial armor he wore was nothing like his Asgardian armor. This armor didn't feel like armor at all. It felt more like... Negligee. There were intricately carved patterns on the skimpy metal plates that fit his hips perfectly, and there was nothing covering his abdomen. He was bare all the way to his shoulders where he wore thick metal plates covered in black fur. Tiny chains crossed his chest and held the two shoulder pieces together. On his wrists, he wore black leather bracers that were also trimmed with fur. The same black fur draped between the two metal plates on his hips and barely covered his groin. He wondered what Cat would say when she saw him. If he could manage to appear at their wedding so... Naked.
“Oh... Wow!”
Frost spun around and quickly tried to cover himself with his hands when he heard April's voice coming from the doorway.
“Cat is going to die when she sees you like this. And I may kill my husband for denying me this.”
Frost felt the blush creeping over his entire body, turning his skin a deep dark purple.
“Dear gods... I'm sorry. I guess I forgot where I was for a moment,” he muttered. He'd gotten so entrenched in his own thoughts, he'd forgotten that he was in Loki and April's room.
April slowly walked toward him and sat on the edge of the bed, but she made no move to get any closer.
“No need to apologise. Loki told me you were in here. He sent me to check on you,” she smiled softly. “So, what do you think?”
Frost took a deep breath before answering.
“I think I'd like to visit Jotunheim. I want to see where we came from. Do you think that's possible? I---I mean, what would Cat say? Would she approve?” Frost's brow wrinkled as he fretted over the impossible request he'd just made aloud.
April smiled knowingly.
“I'm certain Cat would be fine with you visiting Jotunheim. That is, if you can convince Loki to go back. He wasn't exactly thrilled to be there when he got that chest, but I think he would do it again for you.”
Frost nodded. He knew Loki didn't want to be involved with the Frost Giants, but Frost felt a certain pull toward his own heritage that he couldn't explain. He longed to feel like he wasn't the only person in the universe who looked the way he did.
“Would you like me to ask him for you?”
Frost shook his head. He wanted to talk with Cat first, especially since they were engaged. It was important that he knew she was behind him.
Frost took one last glance in the mirror before retreating into the bathroom to change back into his regular clothes. He almost hadn't wanted to take the armor off. Something about it made him feel oddly powerful, as if he was connected to something much older and much stronger than himself.