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A strange new world

A strange new world

Loki enters another dimension, landing in what looks like a pasture back in old Asgard. It is not his first jump, so he braces himself, in case some time or space guardian tries to attack him. But all seems peaceful. What he learned by now, is that the stone seems keen on bringing him to locations that had some connection to his old life, be it the region, or the people that inhabit it. So, obscuring his figure, he starts to scout around, and sure enough, he soon finds someone he knows: Thor! Just as well, he could use a laugh, and playing tricks on his dumb brother always amuses him. He creeps up on him, but just as he is nearly close enough to hit him, he hears Thor chuckle. And then his brother turns, leaps towards him, and holds him in a tight embrace, shouting: “Gotcha Loki! Your illusions need to be better than that, don't you know?”

He completely surprises him, so much so, that Loki doesn't even attack, just looks back at him with big eyes, embarrassed. But then Thor lets him go and musters him curiously. Loki thinks it might be his outfit that doesn't fit this universe, but his brother marvels: “Oh, so you're using this form! I must say, I take it back! Keeping your appearance and turning invisible at the same time, is quiet the impressive feat! It must exhaust you!” Loki is surprised at this sudden interest in his talents and even more when Thor adds. “Your craft never ceases to amaze me! You truly are the master of illusions!” Hearing this does bring some pride into Loki's heart, and straightening himself up, he returns: “As you should expect of me!” Thor just smiles and nods to this.

It somehow irritates Loki, so he wants to confirm: “You agree to my boasting? Not that it would be appropriate for me to be modest.” “Oh no, that would never do you justice!”, Thor confirms, and goes on to elaborate: “I say time and again, that you deserve plays written to honor your wit and courage! Ballads should be sung to tell of your feats and victories! Statues should line the streets to display your glory and remind every mortal how inferior they are to you!” Loki doesn't believe what he hears. But he likes it. Especially when Thor comes close to him once more, eyeing him with what he perceives as admiration, as he adds: “Though none of it could ever truly describe your might, your talent... or your beauty!” Loki smiles at him, he cannot help himself. He wonders if this Thor has been so easily manipulated by his other self, to be this obedient and admiring, or if it is a natural trait his brother grew up with in this world.

Just then Thor gives him a kiss, catching him off guard. Loki draws back confused, as Thor is still smiling at him, and he is unsure if it is to be a trick, or was a kiss of sincere approval. It still strikes him as odd, so he asks: “But Thor? Is that an appropriate way for you to greet me?” Yet smiling a radiant smile, his brother grabs him, agreeing: “Of course not! You deserve so much more!”, and sweeping him of his feet to hold him in his strong arms, the blond prince of Asgard slightly bends him back, pressing against his body, and gives him another kiss. But this kiss is clearly different. Thor is kissing him with such lust and passion, even opening his mouth to try and slide his tongue into his, while his hands stroke over his body, one grabbing his bottom to squeeze it and press his hips against his own. Loki panics, he pushes Thor away, falling onto his back, screaming: “Are you mad? What in Yggdrasil's name are you doing?”

Thor just stares back dumbfounded, as his Jötunn brother hurries to get up and disruffle his clothes, to ask back confused: “But my love? Did I not satisfy you?” “My love? Are you under some spell? I am your brother!”, Loki squeals still in shock. But now it is the other's turn to look shocked, gasping: “But Loki!? Why would you say that? I thought you despised that title, you never wished it to be used again!” The Frost Giant has to stop to think. It's true, calling himself, or being called Thor's brother, especially by him, in a familiar and loving way, did irritate him ever since the gruesome revelation of his life having been a lie. But it is still a truth somehow. And so he scoffs: “But we grew up together! We were raised as such!” Thor nods but argues: “Yes. But... does this mean you have forgiven Odin for robbing you of your people?”, making Loki stare even more, “But even still... we are not of the same blood, our love is not a sin, why are you suddenly reacting this way? Are you the one, who is under a spell?”

“Ah... I....”, Loki stammers and turns around confused. What kind of life did him and Thor lead to end up like this? He hears Thor approaching him again slowly, begging: “Please, Loki... my queen!” “Queen?”, he asks angered, still unable to face his brother, who is now standing behind him. Loki is already planning how to teach Thor a lesson, and where to strike, should he dare lay a hand on him again. But then the blond warrior proposes: “But Loki... you know I am a slave to you! No matter what title, name, or shape you wish to hold, you know I would honor and respect them!” Loki listens up, half turning to him, as he insists: “So please dear... if this is a game, I do not wish to play it! Please tell me, how I angered you, and I will move the stars to right the wrong I've done to you!” He is now so close, Loki can feel his breath against his ear, and the warmth radiating from his hands by his side, though he isn't touching him, but instead hushes in a desperate voice: “Please... please tell me what is wrong, Loki!”

Loki's mind is racing. This is just too good of an opportunity to give up without exploring. So though he is still a little unsettled, he slowly turns around to look into Thor's pleading eyes, and using his most seductive voice and smile, answers him: “Hm. You are right, I should know better than to be playing such cruel tricks on you! I simply wished to test your loyalty to me and my desires, even when it is me, who challenges them. You have passed, and quiet gracefully so!” He can see Thor's eyes light up with relief and pride, but before he might take this as an invitation to kiss him again, he holds up his hand to request: “Anyways, I must say, I am somewhat exhausted, and also famished. I wish to feast on some exquisite food, and lie down to rest thereafter, and I wish not to be disturbed!” Thor's happy expression changes to a serious one, as he responds: “Oh, but of course, my queen, I shall call for it at once!” And he extends his hand, as if calling for his trusted hammer. And lo and behold, Mjölnir appears, as it always has, ever since Odin had granted him the weapon for his twelfth birthday.

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Loki observes attentive, thinking how it could be that Hela had not destroyed it yet. But maybe their older sister does not exist in this reality, or perhaps Odin is still alive, and ruling Asgard. If so, he would have to watch out. If even Thor is able to detect him while he is invisible, surely Odin would be able to sense he is not the Loki who is native to this universe. And of course, he needs to be wary of his alter ego. He wonders what he will look like. Meanwhile Thor uses Mjölnir to summon a single flash of light, only to attach the hammer to his belt thereafter. Then he extends an elbow, offering to Loki: “Would you allow me to lead you to your chambers, my queen?” Loki flinches, but decides it is best to act as familiar as he could bring himself to, to keep up appearances. Also, it would not hurt to stay close to Thor for the time being, in case he needs to cause a diversion or use him as a hostage to flee, once he is discovered as a fake.

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So he takes his arm, attaching himself in a more or less ladylike manner, and gives him a benevolent smile, but adds: “Very well. But as you have brought it up yourself: Do me the favor to not address me as your queen! Call me your king instead!” He sees Thor raising a brow, and tries not to let on how nervous he is, unsure if he is already pushing his luck. It seems too fantastic. But so is the thought of them as a couple. And thus he just smirks a little, when his brother replies: “Of course. My king.” It's music to Loki's ears, and so, as they start walking, he demands: “Say it again, just to make sure, you'll remember it!” “My king!”, Thor obliges amused, “Do you wish me to keep repeating it, to flatter yourself?” Loki looks at him surprised and can't hide his smile, so before he even agrees, Thor is sure to address him: “His majesty, Loki, king of Asgard, mighty warrior, devious trickster, powerful mage, handsomest ruler of the nine realms! Would that title suffice you?”

He is beaming at him and Loki can't help but actually feel flattered, so he tries to hide his smile by demanding: “Well, for short it might, but go on! What other attributes do you see in me?” Just then, two of Asgard's guard warriors appear on their path, approaching them quickly. Loki stops and unwillingly holds Thor tighter, who just enjoys it, but the trickster worries if they might already have been send to arrest him. However he is very astonished, when the two guards stop a few feet from them to bow, and greet them: “My queen, my king, you called for us? What can we assist you with?” They rest with their attention on Thor, making Loki angry, though he does appreciate that they addressed him first.

Continuing their walk, and softly dragging Loki with him, Thor answers, putting emphasis on the male attributes: “His majesty, king Loki, wishes a feast to clench his hunger! Make sure only but the finest food is brought up to his chambers!”, he turns to Loki, “Is there anything special you crave for, my love?” This form of familiarity still unnerves him, so Loki gives Thor a scolding look and insists: “I thought I made it clear, how I wish to be addressed?” Thor still smiles, but excuses himself: “Of course, forgive me, my king! So, your majesty, Loki, king of Asgard, mighty warrior...” Loki tries to stop him, a little embarrassed at this flattery in front of the guards: “Alright, enough...”, but Thor continues with a cheeky grin: “.... devious trickster, powerful mage, handsomest ruler of the nine realms! Is there anything special you crave for?”

Loki blushes, but still looks a little proud at Thor, who simply eyes him with raised brows and an open smile, awaiting his answer. As do the two attentive guards that joined their walk, since Thor has not stopped moving. Loki straightens himself up, and getting a new idea for mischief, he answers: “As a matter of fact, yes! Several!” And turning to the guards he starts making his demands: grapes and berries he knows will be hard to come by this time of year, milk from the rarest and most aggressive breed of goats in Asgard, the finest fish only native to one location far away, a diverse range of exquisite pastry that needs to be prepared at length, but must be served within minutes of their completion to taste best, ridiculously fine cut smoked ham, as well as enough dark chocolate and golden honey to cover his entire body in it, and a wide variety of the most expensive spices.

By the time he finished with his list of requests, they already arrived at the paved road leading to the palace, and he has ordered enough food to feed at least half a dozen warriors. He looks down on the two guards who he is burdening with this impossible task, but instead of protesting, they only look at each other once, before bowing again respectfully, and confirming: “Yes, of course my king, we shall tend to it right away!”, before dashing off to fulfill his command. Dumbfounded, Loki shouts after them: “And do not forget to also bring the finest wine! Don't you dare disappoint me!” But one guard only turns to nod and bow once more, before continuing running. Amazed at this obedience he looks back at Thor, expecting him to scold him for his unfair task or the frivolous amount of food he ordered, but his brother is smiling at him, almost as if he is happy to see his enormous appetite.

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Loki turns back confused, trying to save face, and instead scan the surroundings for potential threats. He would rather use another illusion as a decoy and safely observe in an obscured state, but as he still can't fathom how or why Thor was able to detect him the first time, he'd rather not try it out now. When they enter the palace, Loki almost loses a step, when he notices two guards standing together with a Frost Giant. But instead of attacking each other, the three simply turn to face them, and all bow to him and his brother. Loki is baffled and wonders what must have happened to let one of their sworn enemies walk the palace ground in peace, as it doesn't seem as though the guards are escorting a prisoner. He is again pleasantly surprised, when the entrance guard beats her pole on the floor to announce: “Their royal majesties, king Loki, and king Thor are present!”, and the rest of the room turns to bow to them. He enjoys the attention, even if Thor's hand petting over his arm feels strange.

His brother brings him up to the royal chambers, but turns right towards their parents rooms, instead of left towards theirs, somewhat confusing him. He gets tense, thinking how difficult it will be to fool either of them, should they be present. But Thor leads him to the queen's chambers, and opening the doors ushers: “Here you are my love! I hope you shall find everything to your satisfaction!” Unsure, Loki ignores the reoccurring familiarity, but enters and stands astonished in the room. It looks very different from how he remembers it last. He recognizes some of the furniture as that of his mother, but also a lot of his own, and even some of the allfather's. He wonders if this means that both their parents are in fact dead, and it somehow saddens him, despite his rejection towards his upbringing. Thor must have noticed, because he asks: “Are you feeling well, my king?”

Loki smiles at this address, but fights it down, trying to think up something to complain about. And sure enough, viewing the main table filled to the brim with the various delectables he ordered, all but one present, he huffs: “Why were the pastries not delivered with the rest of the feast? Did I not make myself clear, when I demanded to quench my hunger at once?” He gives Thor a scolding look, and is puzzled anew, when his brother smiles lenient at him to clarify: “But my king, have you forgotten that you would call upon the servants to bring them to you on your demand, so you can enjoy them as fresh as you like? You had the carpenters install a direct connection to the royal kitchen specifically for this!” Loki blushes under the confident gaze of his brother, and feels exposed, but even more, when Thor adds, almost patronizing: “Or do you wish to test my attention another time, and only play ignorant for my sake? Shall I demonstrate the concept to you?” Struggling again to save face, Loki turns away to sit down at the feast, to help himself to the first serving, and arrogantly demands. “Well, if you already see through it, then why must you wait for me to tell you? Ring for some sweets, at once!”

Acting occupied with his first dish, Loki keeps an observant eye on Thor, and as soon as the blond warrior makes a move to pull on a ribbon, half hidden behind one of the gobelins, he halts him: “No wait! On second thought, let me enjoy the more hearty plates first. I shall call for the pastries myself.” He notices Thor has a triumphant grin plastered in his face, but needs to ignore it, acting ignorant towards him, chowing down on the expensive and exquisite food. But then his brother comes to stand by his side, and asks attentive: “Is that all for now, my king? Do you require my service any longer?” Not turning, Loki keeps busy eating, waving his hand at him as if shooing a fly, and mumbling: “No, you are dismissed. I shall lie down after I have eaten, as I announced! I do not need you anymore!”

He expects Thor to leave him alone then, and is again startled, when his brother gently brushes over his head, bending down to whisper in his ear: “As you wish. Then I hope you have a refreshing rest!”, and he gives him a peck on his cheek. Then he finally leaves, not annoying him with more unwanted attention. But Loki needs to halt in his intake of food. Thor has disbanded from him the way the allfather used to part from their mother, and against his will, it moves Loki. He has to take a few deep breaths. Then he decides to ring for the servants, stuffing himself with the delicious baked goods, as soon as they are brought up to him.

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