The Accidental Meeting
The first thing that popped into Fandral's head when they landed was that it was unbelievably cold. That was to be expected, of course, seeing as how they were on Jotunheim of all places. Still, Fandral was not prepared for the biting wind and pulled his furs closer around him.
"Remind me again why we're here of all places?" Fandral asked to no one in particular. Volstagg was the one to answer him.
"For Thor to meet with his betrothed and escort him with us to Asgard for the wedding that'll take place a month for now."
Ah yes. Fandral remembered now, in an effort to bring everlasting peace between both realms King Laufey and Odin Allfather had agreed to seal the peace treaty with a marriage between Thor and one of Laufey's son, the third prince no one has heard of. Though he did wonder how a marriage between Thor and a Frost Giant was expected to work out Fandral, wisely, kept it to himself. Thor didn't seem that worried or concerned after all.
"Is no one meeting us here to escort us to the palace?" Sif asked as she took a look around their surroundings, nothing but snow and ice for miles.
"No," Thor took a step a forward and began walking, motioning for the others to follow him, "we're supposed to find our own way there. According to my father it's a tradition here on Jotunheim. If you cannot find your way to your betrothed then you are not fit to wed them. So if I'm to marry their third prince we have to make our way to the palace on our own."
"That just sounds like a ridiculous tradition." Fandral said as they made their way over the frozen terrain.
"It's most likely a tradition they only insist on when marrying off one of their own to prove they're strong enough to have one of their own marry." Hogun piped up from the back.
"More so considering that it's one of their princes." Volstagg let out merrily and laughed when Thor sent him a glare.
"I am a prince as well and more then worthy enough to marry one of Laufey's son. This is more a gesture of goodwill, now let's hurry, it looks like a blizzard is approaching."
"What?" Fandral said and looked over the horizon and saw that Thor was right. "Can't you do something about that?" It was far too cold already for them to deal with a blizzard too.
"My father told me not to manipulate the storms while on here so no, Fandral. But it's just a blizzard, nothing we can't handle." Thor said and lead the way to the ice palace.
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The blizzard started to pick up, the wind whipping their coats roughly behind them as they struggled through, trying to travel across as much ground as they could to get closer to the palace before they were forced to stop for the night.
"It's no wonder only Frost Giants live here," Fandral said through chattering teeth as he huddled under his fur coats, "it's impossible to travel through that."
"We're going to have to wait the worst of the storm out before we can continue moving, Thor." Sif said as she also pulled her furs around her.
Thor glowered but didn't argue, they were more likely to get lost or fall through thin ice if they tried to travel in this. His father didn't say how long he could take to get to the palace but he didn't like the idea of it taking longer then it would have if it wasn't for this blizzard. "Do you think we can find wood for a fire?" He asked Volstagg.
Volstagg shrugged and said, "We have to find something."
Thor and Sif stayed behind to build a fire out of the small kindling they had brought along and to set up the cave for the several days they would most likely stay there while Volstagg, Hogun, and Fandral went out to look for more wood or anything that could be burned and maybe something to hunt to eat. They split up to cover as much ground as they could while still keeping close to the cave to keep from losing their bearings.
Fandral would later admit that if he hadn't been muttering and complaining to himself about the cold he never would have gotten lost. Though he wouldn't come to regret it.
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He wasn't sure how it happened or how far he had traveled before he finally realized that he had gotten himself lost. In a blizzard. On Jotunheim. Fuck. The only good thing was that he had found some wood and he had his furs and sword. But he had no food and he had to find shelter, it was better to wait the blizzard out before trying to find his way back. For water he could simply melt some snow, fire and shelter first.
It took some more walking through this damn blizzard before Fandral finally saw the entrance to a small cave and made his way towards it. But he was tired from struggling through these harsh winds and he was freezing and as soon as he stepped through the mouth of the cave, he collapsed.
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Fandral first became aware of the faint sound of crackling wood and the faintest touch of warmth seeping deep into his bones. He then heard rustling and something poking him in the face.
His eyes snapped open and he hastily sat up and saw himself staring at a.... Jotun child? It was a Jotun, that he was sure of, but he looked no taller then he was... but he didn't look like a child. Fandral could see that the Jotun was dressed in the usual loincloth in a dull white and a white fur cape around his shoulders. What was slightly unusual was the black hair he could see hidden under the hood, Jotun's didn't usually have hair. But what made Fandral think that this wasn't a child was his cheekbones and jaw were too sharp, there was a sharp intelligence in those red eyes, and he could see horns, full grown horns, curving gracefully over his head.
"You're not a child are you?" Fandral blurted out. The Jotun glared angrily at him and threw something at Fandral, landing in front of him. It was a water skin. "My thanks." Fandral said a bit awkwardly as he took a long drink from the water skin. Once he was done the Jotun spoke in a silky voice.
"You're awfully trusting, how do you know I didn't just poison you."
Fandral sputtered a bit at that and took a tentative sniff of the water skin before he stopped as he heard the somewhat musical laugh echoing throughout the small cave.
"So gullible." The Jotun teased as he turned his attention to the small fire. Fandral felt a small smile appearing on his lips, he supposed he deserved that for assuming he was a child. "To answer you ridiculous question," the Jotun spoke again, "I am not a child. I reached my majority nearly four decades ago, I am merely small. A runt."
Ah. Now Fandral understood. Although that also made him feel better, he would hate to be stuck in a cave with a child. And now that he knew that this Jotun, who was only two centuries younger then him if he was telling the truth, Fandral could now admire his beauty. And he was a beauty. His skin was such a lovely shade of cerulean and the markings on his skins crisscrossed across his skin in an enticing way that seemed to glow by the light of the small fire. And he couldn't help but noticed how his eyes seemed to glow and reflect the flames, making him look even more otherworldly, despite the fact that it was Fandral who came from a different realm. And Fandral couldn't help but stare at those thin but soft looking blue lips, just asking to be kissed.
"You're staring you know." The Jotun said without turning away from the fire.
Fandral let out a charming laugh and said, "Forgive me, but I cannot help but admire such beauty as yourself."
The Jotun merely gave him an unimpressed look before letting out a sarcastic laugh as he said, "An Asgardian and a flirt, just my luck to get stuck in this blizzard with you of all people."
"My apologies," Fandral said as he ran a hair through his carefully styled light blonde hair, "but I thank you for allowing me to share this shelter, and the fire."
The Jotun shrugged and said, "I thought perhaps you might be good company, I didn't want to be stuck in the blizzard and bored."
"Am I good company."
"Hard to tell yet."
Fandral laughed, he certainly found the Jotun good company. "Do you know how long this blizzard will last, I came here with some friends and I would like to find them before they travel to far for me to catch them?" Fandral asked.
The Jotun shrugged. "Hard to say for sure but I'd say a night or two."
Oh. Well that's a pleasant surprise. Fandral started to shiver again, despite the small fire, and though he tried to keep himself from shivering the Jotun noticed and pointed towards a bed of fur. "You can lie there if you wish, I can withstand the cold better then you can."
"Are you sure?" Fandral asked.
"I'm sure, you chattering teeth are quite distracting."
Fandral laughed, "My apologies." He said and made his way towards the bed of furs, settling into the comforting warmth.
They were silent for a few minutes before Fandral spoke. "What were you doing out here on your own?"
The Jotun looked down at him with an intense gaze before turning back to the fire. "Just went out for a walk and lost track of the time or how the weather was changing. What about you, Asgardian, what are you doing here?"
"I came to accompany my friend and prince Thor. He is marrying your third prince and he came to get him and accompany him to Asgard. Do you know the third prince?"
"No one knows the third prince." He merely answered and poked at the flames. Fandral was starting to doze off when he noticed he was shivering again and heard the Jotun scoff. "How are you still cold?"
Fandral let out a breathy laugh. "Asgard never has winters anywhere this cold."
He heard the Jotun sigh and next thing he knew he was pulling the furs from him and squeezing in next to him.
"What are you-"
"Believe it or not we Frost Giants are quite warm. And your shivering and teeth chattering are distracting." Fandral allowed him to slide in next to him and found that he was becoming a little warmer from the close contact."
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
They fell into silence again and Fandral found himself tracing the lines over the Jotun's body. The Jotun twitched but made no attempt to stop Fandral so he kept tracing the lines. Under the skin he could feel lean muscle and a wiry strength in this slender body of his and he started to wonder if perhaps they could have some fun.
"Your thoughts are heading somewhere dirty, aren't they?" The Jotun asked sarcastically as Fandral ran a still cold hand over a cerulean thigh.
Letting out a shameless laugh Fandral brought his lips close to the Jotun's ears and said in a husky voice, "I consider it more pleasurable then dirty."
To his surprise the Jotun merely laughed as he moved just far enough away that he could stare Fandral in the eye and moved his hand from his thigh. "Yes, well, seeing as how you are a shivering mess even under furs I highly doubt you'd want to get naked, it might, uh, affect certain parts." At the last word he stared pointedly at Fandral's groin.
"Ah, yes." Fandral said as he covered his groin protectively, "perhaps that's not a good idea at the moment. No matter how enjoyable it could be." He looked up just as the Jotun moved his face closer to his, his hands gripping his hair tightly, and straddling his thighs under the furs.
"That doesn't mean we can't have any fun." He said and pressed his lips against Fandral's.
Fandral fell into the kiss easily, sliding his tongue against the Jotun's and swallowing his sweet moans and wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. The Jotun started to grind their hips together and Fandral groaned, moving his lips to the Jotun's neck and tracing one of his lines with his tongue causing him to moan and pant, still tugging at Fandral's hair. Fandral's hand moved to the loincloth and he pulled back to look into the red eyes, seeing that there was a purple flush to those blue cheeks. He tugged at the loincloth and asked, "Is this okay?"
The Jotun nodded and threw his head back with a moan as Fandral wrapped a hand around his cock under the loincloth. He swirled his thumb teasingly across the head as he sucked at the slender blue neck. When he moved his other hand to play with the balls what he felt instead were the soft and wet folds of a cunt. He felt the Jotun stiffen slightly as a curious finger prodded those folds before slipping in. The Jotun hissed and Fandral moved to place his lips around a dark blue nipple.
"Ah!" The Jotun cried out and Fandral pressed in two more fingers into the Jotun and started fucking into that wet and hot cunt of his as the Jotun arched his back and, moving his hips to get more of those fingers inside him while also seeking friction from the hand still wrapped around his cock. "Is this warming you up better, Asgardian?" The Jotun asked teasingly before crying out as Fandral pressed his thumb against his clitoris while jerking his cock to the same rhythm he was using to fuck his cunt.
"Oh yes, right there, mmm, right there." The Jotun moaned, biting on his bottom lip and Fandral took his mouth from the blue nipple to claim those blue lips again, kissing him deeply as he fucked him harder. Once he felt the Jotun's breathing becoming more erratic and felt his cock twitch he pressed his thumb against the slit of his cock and the Jotun cried out, arching his back and stiffening as he came into Fandral's hand, his cunt clenching around his fingers before collapsing against Fandral, his head resting against the crook of his neck, breathing heavily.
Fandral pulled his fingers out from that tight cunt and brought the fingers to his mouth, tasting the Jotun's sweet and musky slick. "Oh yes, I feel much warmer now."
The Jotun let out a breathless laugh before saying, "That's good to hear then," Fandral laughed too but it turned into a groan as the Jotun snuck a hand down his trousers, gripping his cock and jerking him off. Fandral welcomed the pleasure and, once he came, collapsed back and fell asleep, hoping, that when he awakens, this won't all be nothing but a wonderful dream.
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When Fandral woke up he was still wrapped in his fur cloak and under what felt like several large fur pelts, looking up at the inside of a small and icy cave with the sound of crackling wood next to him.
So it was all a dream.
He hadn't spent a night in a cave with a rather stunning and small, for a Frost Giant, Jotun runt, pleasuring him and receiving pleasure.
What a shame.
He shut his eyes and tried to see whether he could fall back into that dream where the Jotun was surely waiting for him.
"Blizzards over now."
Fandral opened his eyes and sat up quickly. That voice was not Thor's or Sif's or Volstagg's or Hogun's. It was the Jotun.
"Finally awake are you?" The Jotun smirked. He was still wearing that fur cape with the hood up, but he was as gorgeous as he was last night when he allowed Fandral to pleasure him with his hands. The Jotun walked towards him and bent down to place a sweet and chaste kiss against his lips only to pull away once Fandral started to return the kiss. "You'll need to look for your friends and your prince now, right?"
Ah. Yes he did.
The Jotun looked at him fondly as he ran his hand through Fandral's hair before cradling his face, his thumb stroking his goatee. "Don't look so upset, it's your duty after all." He said and Fandral sighed and placed his hand over the Jotun's.
"I know, I just found myself greatly enjoying your company."
The Jotun smirked again but Fandral swore he could see a touch of sadness and longing in those red eyes before it was gone. "I'm sure you'll find pleasure somewhere else. Now come, I'll gladly help you look for your friends, you couldn't have wandered that far from them."
Fandral sighed again but smiled up at the Jotun. "All right then."
Once they had packed everything up they started moving towards the closest caves to see if there were any signs of Thor and the others being there. They were quiet as they walked and Fandral felt the urge to at least hold the Jotun's hand, but he had a sense that the Jotun was distancing himself from him and Fandral didn't want to push him. After another mile of walking Fandral spotted Volstagg and Sif in the distance and came to a halt, turning to the Jotun to say his thanks and goodbyes, but when he did, he was gone.
Fandral turned in a circle but he really was gone and Fandral couldn't help but feel a little saddened by that. He had never even learned the Jotun's name.
"Goodbye." Fandral whispered into the air and turned back around, calling out to Volstagg and Sif and waving an arm at them, smiling when they came running to meet him.
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As they made their way towards the palace once again Fandral still found himself thinking about the Jotun. He had merely told Thor and the others that he had found shelter in a cave and waited out the blizzard there, for some reason he was extremely hesitant to mention the Jotun. He wanted that particular conquest to be his sweet and perfect little secret.
"There's the palace." Thor called out and Fandral looked up as he and the other's stopped to look at the palace where they would soon be meeting Thor's betrothed and escorting him with them to Asgard.
They walked on and were greeted at the gates by a couple of guards and the crown prince and heir of Jotunheim, Helblindi Laufeyson.
"Greetings Prince Thor and Asgardians, we're glad to see that you made it despite the blizzard. Now follow me, my father would like to speak with you before you leave with my brother."
"As King Laufey wishes." Thor said with a respectable bow of his head and followed Helblindi inside.
Laufey was sitting on his throne as Helblindi, Thor, and the others followed. Helblindi gave a half bow before going to stand by his father's side while Thor and the others sank down to one knee to show respect to the Jotun king.
"King Laufey, both my father and I are looking forward to finally uniting are two realms into a more peaceful way. I am here to promise you that your son will be safe and well cared for in Asgard, I myself swear to protect him with my life." Thor says, looking up at the giant king as he says those last words, letting the king know that it is a promise he intends to keep.
"Thank you for your words, Prince Thor. I'm sure you'll be an excellent husband to my son and a loving father to my future grandchildren. Now rise, I believe my son is on his way."
No sooner has King Laufey said those words then a pair of great double doors open and in walks in a rather small but stunning Jotun. He's dressed in a light blue loincloth that falls just past his knees with slits on the sides that show the blue expanse of his thighs generously. He's wearing silvery white vambraces both wrists and bands on both biceps as well as a silvery white and black anklet on one ankle. He's got an intricate looking light blue necklace on which looks as if its decorated with sparkling bits of ice throughout it. His long raven black hair is loose, falling in soft looking waves to the middle of his back with that same look of sparkling bits of ice throughout his hair.
He's absolutely stunning and looks every bit like a true prince and Fandral can't help but let his jaw drop, that's the Jotun from the cave last night.
"Let me introduce to you," King Laufey bellows as he motions for his son to join him, "my youngest son, third prince of Jotunheim, Loki Laufeyson."
Loki Laufeyson gives them his most demure and charming smile.