Chapter 6
Solitude.
Thor’d never been this alone before and the silence was deafening. Hunger clawed at his belly but the fear of letting his mate (even if the claim had yet to be cemented, he still and would always consider Loki such.) disappear still was a stronger draw. Small prey still teamed the woods and underbrush so it wasn’t as if he had to choose between them just yet.
Everything was confusing for the young wolf, before things had been simple; Thor would run in the woods alongside Mother and Father under the silver light of the moon. But, then came the dawn, the strangeness of seeing the light of the morning, of being left alone first by Mother and then Father. Thor had learned enough to hunt, to stay out of sight but little else than that. He had trouble finding a den and every place he did felt so cold and empty. And in that silence, thoughts had begun to bleed in from his other half, the one who went home when the sky blazed with sunlight.
The sights and smells of his other half’s life flooded Thor’s dreams and he puzzled over the strange den, the pack other-Thor surrounded himself with. These meant little to Thor now as he ambled and hunted the woods and Thor would have left if it weren’t for one thing. The dark haired boy Loki. Thor was drawn towards and compelled not to abandon him. Loki was precious to other-Thor and Thor found himself in much agreement with his other-self.
Loki was a delight to watch and Thor found his thoughts often drifting to the thought of claiming and marking the human. How he would do it, Thor was not certain and instinct was vague and the half-remembered daydreams of other-Thor were just confusing.
Thor searched around his den, looking for some source of relief for the pressure building up in his loins. To his disappointment, there was nothing in this crevice that would work. And so Thor set out into the night, his mind distracted as he imagined nuzzling, licking and mounting his mate. Thor wanted it so much he could almost feel it when he caught a whiff of Loki’s scent.
Thor’s ears perked up and he quickly followed the scent to a nearby black path his other-self called a road. Great tireless metallic beasts called cars charged down this road, belching foul-smelling smoke as they passed. Thor found a vantage point and watched as Loki and two females began leaving things, perhaps making a nest of sorts on the ground. Thor watched intrigued and planned how best to separate his mate from his companions.
Before Thor could do anything, he heard a howl form behind him. The howl was familiar, one he had heard many times growing up but had not expected to hear tonight. Thor looked on in shock as a large black wolf entered the clearing, placing himself between Thor and the humans. Thor growled as he challenged the older, three-pawed wolf and the two of them began circling each other. Thor didn’t want to fight but he would not be dissuaded either.
Beyond the wolves, Thor could hear the humans chatter, see them posture and back into the night. Loki was going to leave with them, Thor could not have this. In a moment of panic, Thor sprang forward hoping to overpower the other wolf, but despite the missing paw his opponent was not to be defeated easily.
Only after several intense moments was Thor able to break free. The humans were fleeing and the other wolf was, to Thor’s horror, chasing after Loki. Thor gave chase.
“No. Brother, please.” Thor’s panicked mind begged as Loki and the other wolf disappeared into the night. “Please stop. Please don’t hurt him, Brother.” Thor silently begged as he dodged some cars that had come out of nowhere and provided a barrier preventing Thor from giving chase.