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"I do not know..." Thor answered the question that had been left unfinished. He shifted, one thigh sliding over Loki's, using the leg to roll the priest toward him. His naked shaft thus pressed to the pale form beside him, partially beneath him, swelling now with desire as his body warmed and blood flow improved.

He ran his weapon calloused hand up Loki's torso, found his wrist and caught it to pull his hand away from those flushed, pink lips. Without further words Thor leaned in to kiss them, hungrier this time, obvious passion there.

The Trojan had bewitched him, surely, but Thor could not be bothered to care. To Hel with Odin's war. To Hel with Freya's broken wedding vows. If the woman wished to follow her heart to Troy it was none of Thor's business to carry her back to Greece again.

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Oh but he had to admit, seeing the warrior go off upon the foolish guard made the priest smirk in pure amusement, his jade eyes following the frightened man’s every move before retreating in a blink of an eye. 

Truly pathetic. 

Though now was not the time to waste thoughts upon such stupidity, for the coldness he endured had ceased his thinking all together as teeth chattered loudly in response.  A faint hum sounded as he heard the crackling of a birth of fire, his gaze staring into the very depths of it’s core with a sigh in content.  Thoughts….they found their way back into the priest’s mind as his jaw clenched in reaction.  

What if….what if he truly did not wish to leave?  What then?

Loki jumped slightly in surprise as he suddenly felt a calloused hand gently brush against the small of his slender back, his cheeks burning from their closeness as he cleared his throat in nervousness.  ”T-Thor? What are you-….ah..~”

Oh no…what had he done..?

Covering his mouth to prevent any more sounds releasing from his parted lips, the priest squinted his eyes shut as heavy pants emitted through his flared nostrils, his heart racing wildly in his petite chest as he began to feel flustered and warm all over.  

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Some of Thor's wrath returned as soon as he set eyes on Baldr. Beloved as the youth was to him, his pupil had failed him. Had failed to follow a direct command, and the verbal dressing down that the seasoned warrior gave his sibling was nothing short of thorough and impressive.

Thor explained (partially) how he had been required to rescue Loki, in the face of Baldr's incompetence, though to spare the boy greater trauma, he did not bring up the fact that he had killed the men who'd tried to assault the priest. That was a guilt that was Thor's alone, the blood of his countrymen on his hands.

Not that he felt particularly guilty about it. All of Greece was better off for the loss of those cruel bastards.

At the end of it he took Baldr by the scruff and propelled him out of the tent, commanding him to go out onto the beach and gather drift wood from the shore, and not to bring a single load back until it was all that Baldr could possibly carry.  The young man fled, next to tears, to carry out Thor's command, his cheeks burning scarlet with the embarrassment of his failure (and perhaps the nudity of his chastiser.)

Returning within, Thor stoked the fire in the brassier at the center of the tent, warmth and light radiating from the flames, before seeking out Loki in his nest of furs.

He had decided. If Loki rebuffed him after all, he would not force the point, but Thor had to admit to himself that he'd lost all heart for this war. Lost it to a Trojan. He no longer wished to return to the battle front upon the morrow. He wanted only to stay here, within this sanctuary, until the fighting had done.

Sliding under the pelts, his hands sought out the gentle dip of Loki's back, his whole frame seeking to fit against him, lips seeking out the pulsepoint of his throat. The hum in his chest was the rumble of distant thunder, of the storm passed on.

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Damn him!  Seeing the warrior’s naked frame once more made his eyes widen in shyness, his cheeks flushing bright before quickly following behind with small splashes of water.  He grabbed his robe with trembling fingers, his body shivering uncontrollably as he wrapped the material around his pale flesh.  But the thoughts of sneaking pass th-

Oh?  They did not need to?

Blinking in confusion, the priest nodded in agreement while wrapping his arms around his shaking being, his teeth chattering as his raven locks stuck to his damp features.  ”Then let us not waste time..”, he replied with a smile before following the warrior with small strides.  

The night was chillier than usual, the moon’s radiance shining beautifully upon the sands of Troy.  Though his jade eyes had found themselves staring at something entirely different, a small gulp sounding as he gazed upon the warrior’s chiseled frame.  It confused him greatly, to have these sort of emotions towards one of Greece, and yet….it did not feel different..

After moments of sharing stories to quicken their pace, they had finally found themselves upon a familiar shore filled with smoked campfires, their tent in view as they made their way past various amounts of debris from the war.  The priest quickly followed behind the warrior and sighed in relief once they found themselves inside the warm tent, his body collapsing upon the nearest bundle of furs with a hum in content.  ”So…cold..”, he murmured before quickly grabbing blankets and pelts to cover his trembling being, though noticed the once sleeping guard fully awake and confused.  

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Did his eyes deceive him...? Did the priest also look favorably Thor's way...? The kiss had been promising. Unexpected. And Thor hoped he was not misreading the other man, for while Thor could not condone the violence of his fellow warriors toward this ethereal creature... he could fully understand how their lust had also been aroused toward Loki.

When Thor thought himself clean and knew Loki could tolerate the freezing water no more, he finally waded out, striding up the beach to gather his things. He did not bother to re-don his day soiled clothes, but merely bundled everything up and carried it at about the level needed to create some small bit of modesty.

"We have the good fortune that the Myrmidons made camp at the far end of the beach. We shall not have to sneak through the rest of the tents to reach my pavilion." He grinned brightly before setting off, though he would not leave Loki straggling too far behind.

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Pale arms wrapped around his petite frame to cover his chest in a shy motion, his brows furrowing as he began to tremble from the chillness of the river’s water.  But he had to admit…it felt nice to finally be able to take a much needed bath.  Though the company was making his thoughts linger elsewhere…

No!  Pull it together!  You cannot think with such vulgar thoughts!

Giving a sigh, the priest began to scrub the grim off his porcelain frame, and with a loud intake of breath, he fell backwards to wash his hair with a yelp in discomfort.  His long raven locks veiled his flushed features, a loud giggle following in amusement before pushing them away.  ”I suppose you are right…Though it does feel better to finally have a clean being…”, he replied with a smile, his eyes lingering too long upon the warrior’s muscular frame. 

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Thor laughed heartily at Loki's cry, leaning back to tread water and rinse the sticky redness from his hair. "We shan't stay long," he promised, even as he rubbed down his own limbs to rid them of the day's sweat and grime.

He wondered about Loki's modesty. Thor had been so long in the company of other men that their nakedness no longer shocked him.  Perhaps as a priest the slighter man's upbringing had been different.

It did not mean Thor did not see Loki's body as it was though, bare and potentially vulnerable. Still, there was some strength in those lean, white limbs, and it was no wonder now that beneath the disguise of his robes, Loki had been equipped to at least put up a fight. Thor found himself drifting on thoughts of how that supple spine would arch away from the bedding, belly going taut as Thor...

Thank the gods for the chill of the water in those moments! Thor could leave the water without his desire presented for the subject of his thoughts to see.

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The sudden lack of clothing made the priest yelp in surprise, his fingers covering his face in embarrassment before giving a loud groan.  ”T-Thor!! We-…we can’t-…”, he murmured upon his palm before peeking through his fingers, his hands slowly trailing down to fully gaze upon the drenched warrior.  

He was beautiful….chiseled by the Gods, his muscles outlined with droplets of the river upon sun-kissed flesh.  

It was perfection.

Gulping nervously, the priest began to untie his long white robe with trembling fingers, the clothing soon falling around his feet to reveal his porcelain flesh.  His fingers then moved to unlace his trousers, and after several moments, also fell to the ground.  He was completely exposed, his breathing hitching as he stood still in nervousness.  His eyes scanned the warrior with jade lustful eyes, as if he were a shy maiden before her soon to be husband.  Gaining his courage, he quickly ran into the river and a loud yelp from the cold, his body shivering as he was soon up to his chest.  ”T-too c-cold!” 

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Thor laughed at Loki's protest, the warrior already stripping down to nothing beneath the stars. Further up the beach more soldiers were returning, filling up the camp, but they were far enough from the boats here that no one would trouble them.  And Thor would keep his own sword in sight, just in case.

"It is, but I am itching in my skin, and for all my fervor for battle, I do not relish being blood-soaked," he dropped his last article of clothing onto the cool sand and strode out into the water. When it reached his thighs he put his hands over his head and pushed off into a shallow, long dive. His powerful body cut through the water, so that he popped up a couple meters away from where he'd gone in, tossing his head so that droplets sprayed from his drenched mane.

"Come on!" he made a gesture of encouragement. "I shall build a roaring fire on our return."

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That warmth…it radiated from the warrior to blanket over the priest’s petite being, his cheeks burning as their lips finally connected into a gentle kiss.  His lashes fluttered in content as he began to knead his lips in a slow steady rhythm, which of course still held some caution.  But it was true, the priest did not know the difference between kindness and cruelty.  

And that frightened him.

A faint whimper emitted as their lips disconnected, his eye lids fluttering open to stare into beautiful azure orbs.  His fingers tightened in the other’s hand as a wide smile spread across his features, his being quickly following in a show of excitement. 

Once there, Loki dipped his foot into the water with furrowing brows, the chillness causing his body to shiver in response.  ”I-It’s freezing!”, he yelped in discomfort, his jade eyes glancing back towards the other in confusion. 

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Thor hesitated, standing so very still as Loki drew nearer. The priest seemed so like a cat to him, one that had been taught to fear every man and no longer knew the difference between a hand that meant to strike from one held out in kindness. When he felt as certain as he could that Loki would not shy away, Thor leaned his own head down, to press their mouths together gently.

He did not put the full strength of his true desire in it, for surely that would have frightened the priest, and he did want the other man, passionately. While their lips moved softly against one another, he ran his hand from Loki's bicep, down his arm, and with their palms pressing, laced their fingers together.

"Come to the water with me..." he murmured, still bare millimeters apart, and this time he did not pull so much as coax the other to follow him.

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It was strange…to hear those words…for no one had ever had such compassion to keep him safe.  No one had shown him this much kindness….affection…It made his heart flutter gently in his chest, his jade orbs scanning the warrior’s dirtied features with parted pink lips.  

He….he felt something that he had never felt before..

Words were turned to lead as pale fingers reached upward cautiously to trail along the warrior’s jaw, the stubbles left upon his flesh tickling his fingertips as he spoke softly.  ”You-….you have proven more…”  Raven brows knitted together as he felt his petite frame lean inward uncontrollably, his cheeks reddening as he inhaled sharply with his own nervousness.  No…what was he doing!?  He couldn’t-…he was a Trojan!

But perhaps that was the reason…

He was his savior. 

Lashes fluttered as his pink lips leaned to hover over sun-kissed ones, his head jolting ever so often as he felt himself brushing against him.  ”I…I am sorry…for everything..”

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Thor stopped, not letting Loki go, but no longer dragging him back. He sighed deeply, his free hand rising to cup the priest's tear-stained cheek. "Because unlike those dogs whom I am shamed to fight beside, I do not hate my adversaries. I respect the warriors I fight, and have compassion for the citizens who have no part in their kings' wars.

"I have taken you to protect you. I hold you captive, not to keep you in a cage, but to keep those that would do you harm out. You have my word, Loki, when we put our oars to sea once more, I shall see you safely through Troy's gates," though he looked somewhat pained to say it.

"No man may own what he has stolen, no matter how long he keeps it. He may only truly have what he is given. So I shall only keep you but a little while. Please, Loki... Have I not proven myself trustworthy?"

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Jade eyes scanned the bodies in fear, his throat tightening from the very sight as his flushed features turned pale.  He tugged slightly from his grasp, his feet stumbling as he was pulled towards their residence.  

Tears stung as they flowed freely down his cheeks, his legs stiffening to make it harder to pull his being.  ”Why me then?!”, he yelled while trying to push away, his fingers clutching into his palm as he gritted his teeth in anger.  ”Why have you taken me?!  Tell me!  Was it for your own selfish ways?!  Or perhaps to have a prize to flaunt at your men!?”  His voice died down as he began to sob in both fear and rage, his heart racing in his chest as he battled with his emotions.  ”…Why me?”  

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Thor pulled Loki up the rest of the way himself, turning him around so that he could look down upon the broken bodies of the soldiers at their feet. "Do you not see why?! Do you not comprehend the danger all around you? The cruelty of men?!"

He did not wait upon an answer. Hand closed firmly about Loki's arm he pulled him along, back toward the campsite, away from the carnage and the opportunity that another band of fighters would come upon them. "I know what they meant to do with you, and if they'd had their way you would have been unlucky to survive. The soldiers saw too little of battle this day; they are anxious, angry, and ready to destroy anything or anyone from Troy."

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Loki gasped slightly as he felt his petite frame lifted in a rough manner, his jade eyes searching azure as he breathed heavily through his parted lips.  Fear…it was clear in both their eyes, but the priest could not help but feel defiant as he scoffed in return from the warrior’s question. 

"The fool fell asleep into a deep slumber….And I took my chance..", he admitted with narrowing eyes, though began to tear as he spoke with his own anger.  "How long do you wish for me to be stuck in that tent hm?  How long must you cage me with fear?!"  He began to tug slightly, his legs trembling as he fought to stand.  "Why can I not see the sun?"

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It was difficult for Thor to imagine the things that Loki spoke of. He knew there were horrors in the dark. Evils that gnawed at the roots of Yggdrasil, not daring to venture into the light. ...not unless the moment was right.

And then shame struck the Thunderer. He had guessed even then that Loki was not under his own control, but by the end of the battle his anger had once again swayed him. He'd begun to doubt such thoughts, to think them seeds planted by Loki to earn Thor's sympathy. Coax him to hold back during the decisive moments. Exactly as Thor had done.

Afraid of being fed lies, he had muzzled his brother, rather than listen. Now... Now it indeed felt like truth, but... "You know I cannot release you," he swallowed thickly. "Not now. Only the All-Father may grant you pardon, and Father..."

He looked down to his knees, then back up at Loki. "But your mind is your own again...?"

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Loki listens to Thor, watching as his brother sits down on a step before his cell. He looks down at the other from his seat for a moment, before he leans his head back against the wall. Indeed he isn’t surprised by Thor’s decision to remain with him, to speak with him in order to understand the root of his problem. It is true that the only one who has been seeing them drift apart is Loki himself, whereas Thor is doing his best to repair the bridge that connects them.

He lets out a sigh. “This is not a tale of valor or courage, not enough to warrant any praise. If anything it is a tale of survival.” He begins. “I felt betrayed when I let go and then I did not care where I landed. Indeed, I had hoped that death’s cold hand would grab me and take me down. But that would have been a mercy for a monster, I suppose. I landed, broken and bleeding, in the darkness, in a place where nightmares are pleasant. I had to fight to survive and not be fed on by the grotesques beings there, in the dark worlds. When I could, I would negotiate with those in power in these dark lands. In my cleverness I thought that I was winning, that in the end I could manage to come back home for despite how shaken I was from the truths revealed to me, you broke me from my madness and I had some moments of clarity. Unfortunately, I myself was fooled in the game I thought that I was winning.”

He pauses for a moment, moving his head once more to gaze at his brother. “I was manipulated and broken down. Before I understood fully what was happening, I found myself being exposed to the Tesseract, the cube toying with my mind, forcing her way in. She saw my jealousy, my desires, and gave me knowledge and a frozen heart. But I fought against her enough. Those titans who wished to use me got their wish, but I managed to get them to allow me to come Midgard for I knew that once there that Heimdall’s eyes would find me, that somehow you would come for me. I wanted you to free me, though I could not control my own body.”

For once there are no lies slipping from his teeth, only genuine truth. “Only you could bring me home. Only you could save me. And now I am here, in this cell, caged, but at the same time free.”

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Relief flooded Thor as he saw the soldier crumpling, though it was only a thin stream of light through the boiling clouds of his fury. He moved forward quickly, snatching the knife out of Loki's hands and stabbing his own sword into the dying man's wound, lest a suspicious mind guess the truth when the bodies were discovered.

He sheathed his blade then and turned back to Loki, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up to his knees. "I told you to remain with Baldr at my tent! Why did you disobey?!" There was anger in his tone, but also fear, the emotion shaking its way out into his words, now that the threat to the priest had been dispatched.

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It all happened too quickly, the stench of copper filling his nostrils making his stomach turn in sickness.  Jade eyes widened as he felt cold steel against his throat, his breathing hitching as his jaw clenched in fear.  

But he too could fight..

Loki snuck his hand downward to retrieve a hidden dagger wrapped around his leg, his fingers grasping the hilt as he quickly stabbed the man in the stomach.  The injured soldier screamed in agony, his sword retracting from the priest’s neck as he curled into the ground with a slow death. 

The priest stared upon the now dead soldier with widened feared eyes, his breathing hitching as he fell to the ground with a thud.  ”..W-…where did yo-..”, was all he could muster as he shivered from the chilling air upon his exposing flesh, his tears drying upon his flushed features. 

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He descended like the storm, striking as quick as lightning and roaring like the very thunder of Zeus. Thor's sword hacked through one man's spine and stabbed into another's belly, slashing him open as the warrior spun to engage the others attacking his sneaky and misfortunate priest. He'd killed three men before the others could even comprehend that they'd been ambushed, and a fourth lost his hand before he could even retrieve his own sword from its sheath.

One cowardly attacker grabbed Loki then, hauling the priest to his feet and using him as a shield while the rest of his comrades each met their end by Thor's steel. The Myrmidon was splattered with blood by the time he faced off with the weasel and his hostage, chest heaving and eyes flashing in the dark.

"Stay back or I'll slit his whore throat!!" The soldier threatened, short sword at Loki's neck, though his voice was strained with terror of the bloody apparition that was Thor.

"Release him, and you shall not have to face my blade, worm!" Thor snarled in retort.

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He had to admit, that ridiculous smile planted on the warrior’s dull features made his heart flutter slightly in joy, his brows furrowing before giving a small growl in his own annoyance of such feelings.  His jaw clenched as jade eyes found their way towards his lap in embarrassment, his fingers twiddling upon the fur’s pelt beneath his petite frame.  

Of course, he would not stay in this pathetic tent once the warrior left for his duties, that is, if he could get pass this childish guard.  

Though what caught him by surprise from his pondering was that calloused gentle finger that ran upon his porcelain jaw, his eyes widening to glance towards azure hues.  Haunting…beautiful…he felt lost for a complete second, as if he were drowning with uncontrollable desires he knew not had existed until now.  

It frightened him..

He could only stare, breathe, his lips parted as words were stilled upon the waves of confusion.  An intake of air sounded once the warrior had retreated from his being, his heart aching slightly from their disconnection as he watched with doe eyes and furrowed brows.  He murmured under his breath, the very words caught in his throat as he gazed upon the man’s back with sadness.

Be careful…warrior of mine. 

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It had been a dull afternoon once the warrior had left from their residence, the comfort of his brother Balder beginning to annoy the priest greatly.  Of course, various stories were shared, as well as sufficing feasts to fill the capture’s belly.  But…he wished to be out there….to see the sun once more.  

Now was his chance..

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The stars rose to fill the night’s sky ever so beautifully, the sounds of various warrior’s feasting and chanting songs of old filling the air.  The priest had conjured many plans on how to escape from the hands of his guard, though what truly caught him by surprise was the mere fact that it did not need to be planned.  Silly Balder, foolish as ever, was sound asleep upon the furs like a poor drunkard, his snoring filling the air with a satisfied melody.  

The fool.

Now was his chance, and Loki gathered his belongings with gentle fingers, careful not to awaken the man as he tip toed through the tent.  He pondered for a moment, his fingers moving towards the sheath Balder was carrying upon his side.  There, a beautiful Trojan sword slumbered with magnificence, it’s steel reflecting ever so captivating with pure royalty.  

Now is your chance..

Slowly, carefully, the priest reached towards the weapon with a nibbled lip, his brows furrowing in concentration as he finally was able to grasp the handle.  Just a little more….lift it…

Balder groaned in his sleep and began to turn, his heart racing in fear before retracting the weapon with one jolt of his arm.  The sound of metal clashing filled the air, his breathing halted in horror as jade eyes widened in response.

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Nothing.  Only a moan in his sleep sounded before finding himself a new position to slumber.  

Too close..

Sighing in relief, Loki quickly and quietly ran towards the opening of the tent, his fingers prying open it’s flaps before jolting outside.  The fresh air tickled his flushed features, the moon’s radiance shimmering beautifully upon his newly found weapon.  

And that’s when he ran…ran for his life as tears began to form in his eyes.  But damn him….damn him for not planning sooner, for he heard various shouts of warrior’s fill the night’s sky, their boots thundering upon the earth towards his direction.  He could only cry….cry as he ran desperately towards freedom, but stumbled upon his own foot in the process.  A loud shout sounded as he felt his petite frame fall against the dirt, his sword flying towards the heavens only to be sheathed into the ground with a loud clang.  

No…not this..

Loki began to crawl, reach as his body wiggled upon the ground with a small whimper, though the sudden heaviness of a dirtied boot made his breathing halt altogether.  

"Now now….what do we have here?", sounded a warrior as he flipped over the frightened priest with once large calloused hand, his lips parting as furrowed brows formed on his dirt covered features.  "A little rat escaping from our clutch?"

Trembling fingers reached upward in a show of protection, his tears shimmering upon his flushed cheeks.  ”P-please…I..”, Loki began to murmur before shouting in pure terror as the sound of clothing ripped mockingly in his ears.  More of them…they spawned towards his direction as low laughs echoed in joy, their hands busy upon his petite frame as he screamed and thrashed to get away.

Please….help me.. 

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Thor's smile when the young man finally acquiesced was brilliant, shining like the dawn breaking around them. His relief was evident, and he readied himself for battle at much greater ease to know that Loki would be safe until he could return.

Before he vanished entirely to meet his garrison and lead them against the Trojans, he lectured Balder on his duties to remain and protect the priest. There were protests from the boy, that he was capable enough to fight along side his brother, but Thor doused these rash ideas soundly.

He turned then to Loki, putting a hand upon his shoulder, but after only a moment it had risen on his slender neck so that Thor could trace his thumb beneath the sharp cut of one high, regal cheek. "I shall return. You have my word. I will see to your safety until this war be done."

...and perhaps beyond, he did not finish the sentiment he longed to say. It was a mad idea. The priest was Trojan, would likely hate Thor until their bones were burned for the part the warrior now played in the attack upon his home. And yet...

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A slight roll of his eyes were noticed before indulging into the much needed porridge in his palms, his lips sucking and slurping for several moments.  He sat without a word, for he couldn’t bear to bring himself to utter another sentence in retaliation.  

He needed to think…breathe…

This man meant him no harm.

After several minutes of eating the delicious meal, the priest set the now empty bowl upon the tent’s floor before fixing his robe nervously.  ”I-…I thank you for your hospitality…”, he murmured as he moved himself towards a water bowl to wash his tired features, his raven locks tousled from his heavy sleeping.  ”I am sure Baldr will be an excellent guard…”  Perhaps it was foolish to speak in such a way, but if it avoided confrontation….so be it.  

One thing is for certain….he will not be staying in this tent for much longer. 

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Thor sighed heavily, lifting a hand to place against the glass. "I did not choose you. That was done for me. And I did not discard you. That, too, was decided, by you. You call us strangers..." he looked pained, "and truly, sometimes I have thought that I no longer know you. ...But all I do not know is what has become of you. I wish that you would tell me. Never mind the feast. It will be nothing but old warriors boasting tales of valour I have heard a hundred times."

Thor moved, pushing his cloak from behind himself as he bent his knees, seating himself upon the highest step that lead to the raised floor of Loki's cell. He leaned his back against the pillar that formed its corner, now the one looking up toward the trickster. "Tell me of your journeys. Tell me why you allied yourself to the Chitauri. Why you tried to take Midgard. Tell me why... you did not simply come home."

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Loki sighs. “No, Thor. What I did was out of pure jealousy. I was envious of your claim to throne simple because you are the eldest. It is true that you needed guidance, a chance to grow, but envy was the root of my reasons for manipulating you. However, I did not think that Odin would banish you to Midgard for these actions. Then I too realized that I need punishment, that I could never be the son or brother anyone wanted so I let go. What I faced in the dark worlds was horrid. Death would have been kinder.”

He looks up at Thor. “Still, I am not of your kin. We were once brothers. Now we are but strangers to each other, stranger who once knew one another. You should go. I believe that I overheard some preparations for a feast in your honor. I shall be here, in this prison.”

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