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Until that night - Chapter 1A/N:
Edit:
I decided to re-assemble my Thorki fanfics in chapters because I'm still caught deeply inside this OTP and I'm finishing a new part of my story.
I'm not yet sure about the main title, so for now it will stay "Until that night".

So, this took me a whole life. Not just because I thought and wrote it - again - directly in English, but also because, even if I write slash since I was a young girl, I never liked writing just plain smut, and I never will. I always need to put some "deeper" content in what I write, and this is the result, maybe a bit weird, but I kinda like it. Hope you like it too.
I wasn't sure about including some BDSM, I didn't in the end, but next time (if there will be a next time :p) I will, cuz it suits them so much. ;)
Oh, and I have to mention that this stunning fanart was a vital source of inspiration. ;)
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 Here starts the first part of my obsession... ;)
A new beginning - 1 - To let him go (Prologue)N/A: Being the sequel to “Until that night”, in this prologue you will find some references to the first arc of my story. I recommend you to read that first, if you already didn’t, so that you can better understand everything.
The poem I quote in this chapter is “To You”, from “Leaves of Grass” by Walt Whitman.

Title: A new beginning
Fandom: Thor (Marvel’s movie), The Avengers (Marvel’s movie)
Chapter: 1  – To let him go (Prologue)  (words: 3532)
Rating: R
Pairing: Thor/Loki
Genre/Warning: OOC, angst, slash, OTP
Summary: Thor has to let his Loki go, to hope to have him back. And that is not an easy thing to do.

1. To let him go (Prologue)
Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,
I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands;
Even now your features, joys, speech,
 ...and here starts the second part of it. ;)

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N/A: I needed to make this chapter a sort of junction between the two main narrative parts of my story, so here things are just set in motion and nothing really crucial yet happens; but it will.

Title: A new beginning
Fandom: Thor
Chapter: 6  – Fragments in motion  (words: 7130)
Rating: R
Pairing: Thor/Loki
Genre/Warning: OOC, fluff, slash, OTP
Summary: There’s a whole new future laying in front of them. But there’s also an unparalleled menace threatening it.


6. Fragments in Motion

Nothing was visible in the place that laid forgotten beyond any conceit and history; the place where life and death carried no meaning, for there the ancestral power of godhood melted with pristine magic to fade perpetually into creation and destruction; the place where, since the beginning of time and space, time and space were nothing but a foolish joke.
There, disturbing the dust of millennia that oblivion made still from time immemorial, the echo of their presence quivered unsuspected.
“Why did you risk to open this godforsaken passage just to ask for our hearing?” said he.
“Because this is the only way for us to cross the border,” she answered. “And we may have an interesting deal to propose.”
The plumbean darkness trembled around, almost alive, almost annoyed.
“Then speak,” said he, and waited.
She spoke.
And, after she had spoken, there was no room left except for silence.
Silence.
“You are aware of the things this will move, I presume,” said he, when that silence at last threatened to become eternal.
“We are. And you should better rely on that as well.”


The look on Loki’s face right after Thor’s words adumbrated a sudden rush of sadness.
“You…” he muttered “…you don’t believe me?”
Thor smiled, touched by that candid resentment, and stroked his cheek sweetly.
“Oh, little one, of course I believe you.” The warmth of the nightly wood still surrounded their bare bodies with gentle invisible hands. “I didn’t mean that.”
He pushed his sight deeper into Loki’s eyes to catch the sign of a recovered awareness that instead he felt keeping on slipping away, he couldn’t get why.
“The night you… died…” he whispered “…you came to me in a dream… and told me these same words… these same words exactly.”
Loki frowned with surprise.
“…in a dream?”
Thor nodded, while his hand rested on the delicate curve between Loki’s neck and shoulder.
“After the magic dagger sucked your life and soul away, I guess that was the only way for you to talk to me. A dream.”
They stayed silent, letting their gazes penetrate into one another’s to try to dig out more. But the little grimace of frustration on Loki’s face just let out his powerlessness before the foggy chaos he couldn’t manage yet.
“I’m… I’m feeling a mess of… ghosts… stirring inside my mind…” he muttered, shaking his head lightly. “But still I can’t catch a single image… It’s so… distressing…” He laid his cheek on Thor’s shoulder, searching for the reassurance of his embrace. “How long will it take me to remember, Thor?”
Thor strengthened his grip around his body, breathing on his breath, to make him feel the wrap of cosmic safety.
“It will take you as long as you need,” he whispered on Loki’s hair, smiling in confidence. “And I am sure it won’t be so much, now.”

“We will send a bringer of bane to get things going,” said she. “And you will grant him the entry.”
He gritted his teeth in front of her arrogance, but she sniggered insouciant.
“Restrain your hubris, and clear your hazy mind,” she insisted “for as things stand, we are sure this is the only chance you have left to take an action.”
“I will allow him in through the passage under the third root of Yggdrasil,” he grumbled, and then he grinned, sarcastic. “Make sure your doomed rat is prepared for such a risky task.”
“He is.”
The thickness of non-existence all around had grown almost oppressive to both of them.
“And remember,” she added at the end. “He is not what he looks like.”


The golden dome of Heimdall’s abode shined immense over Thor’s head when he overstepped the threshold, followed by a baffled Loki. For the first time since they got back from Hel, Loki was entering that unique part of Asgard, and the renewing wonder sparkling in his eyes would have been mead to Thor’s soul, hadn’t the reasons compelling him there been so troublesome. More days had passed since when he took Loki to the Whispering Wood, more stories about their own life he had told him, and nothing had yet substantially changed in Loki’s perception of his past. They even tried again to open and read Thor’s journal – Thor was sure that would have helped more than anything else -, but still that looked like something precluded.
Right in the middle of the shiny room the All-Seer stood like a statue, looking at them as if he had been waiting for their coming since weeks.
His eyes followed their steps while they got closer, and never blinked; and then they fixed austere on Thor’s face, tense in a mess of doubts that seemed to have no way out.
“Yes, Thor, you’re doing well with him,” Heimdall answered the question that Thor hadn’t yet asked. “The way across your mutual memories is the best one to walk.”
Thor felt his brother pressing himself against his side, in silence; even if Loki was getting more and more accustomed to the incredible things and people happening and living in that amazing Realm, yet that imposing man, whose impenetrable eyes could pass through his inner soul and see who knew how far beyond it, yet that man gave him the shivers. So, he let Thor speak without cutting in, he listened to him telling Heimdall about the magic with the trees, about the dream, about the words that he so instinctively said without realizing from where they came to him.
“…I wonder why he still cannot remember,” Thor ended with a growing veil of vexation encumbering his voice. “Those were the words he said when…”
“Because that was a dream, and not reality.” Heimdall interrupted him abruptly. His blank gaze then peered at Loki, forcing him to hold his breath. “You are coming through, Loki, and you can feel it. But what you need is a splinter from your real life, not from your dreams.”
That was the first time that Heimdall talked to him directly, and Loki blinked, on the unquestionable confidence he caught in his voice; moreover, Thor seemed to trust that man. Then so will I, he stated, and when the All-Seer leavened a bit the intensity of his look and cracked a smile, Loki was actually sure that man could be reliable.
“Nonetheless,” Heimdall went on, clearly catching his thoughts and clearly avoiding to dwell upon them, like they were just an obvious consequence in the higher order of things “dreams always share a drop of substance with reality. And always help.”
He paused for a while, as though what he was seeing through the now questioning look in Loki’s eyes was too much yet to be revealed. And then again, his cryptic gaze moved into Thor’s.
“He will remember, eventually.”
At once, his sight raised over their heads, as though something that he alone could see all of a sudden came manifest, catching him unprepared. Both Thor and Loki raised their eyes in turn and, though not seeing anything and though not understanding, they could plainly feel that something was... foreboding.
“This comes unforeseen,” Heimdall resumed after a while. “Maybe things... are moving faster than we expected.”
“What do you see, Gate-Keeper?” Thor burst out, fed up with all that riddle talking. “Can’t you just talk to us openly, for a change? Can’t you...”
Heimdall turned on him a surly gaze.
“Maybe eventually will not be early enough,” he ruled, without a scuff scratching his composure, and focused his eyes on Loki. “Maybe he needs some different help to enhance his perceiving ability and reach his inner soul again, so that his secret shelter can return him his powers.”
Holding his brother’s arm through the soft sleeve of his clothing, Thor kept him close to himself, to reassure him after he saw a shadow of concern showing up on his face.
“Some different help? What are you talking about?”
Heimdall’s eyebrow raised, as though that question had the power to make him feel almost mocked.
“You perfectly know what I am talking about, Thor.”
Thor opened his mouth and then he deeply grumbled, unable to retort. Yes, he had to admit to himself, he perfectly knew. As he perfectly knew he didn’t intend to do anything of the sort. Loki frowned, seeing the upset look on his sweet god’s face, but still he remained silent, for he did not understand. He searched for the confidence of Thor’s eyes, he found it there, unshakable, he drowned into it.
“It’s alright, little one,” Thor whispered, fighting the urge he felt to kiss him breathless. He just smiled sweetly at his confused expression, he veiled his cheek with a soft stroke, and then looked back at the All-Seer. “No way, Heimdall. We will try anything else before that last resort.”
Heimdall didn’t reply, knowing he could do nothing to change Thor’s mind.
“Now.” Resolution shined on Thor’s face like the northern sun rising on the Bifrost. “I won’t ask it again.” The might of lightning sparkled invulnerable through the blue of his gaze, to remind Heimdall he was – at that time – the most powerful among all the gods in Asgard. “Tell me what’s going on.”
The deep breath that Heimdall took before speaking again betrayed an instant of vague animosity.
“Fine.”
He measured his words, as he calibrated the tone of his voice.
“Odin has just fallen from his lunacy into his reinvigorating sleep.” He nodded calmly at Thor’s sudden apprehension. “But this time... it is not just to replenish his health and powers.” His hands strengthened their grip on his golden sword’s hilt with unusual vigour. “This time... he did it following a devious purpose.”
The silence that fell after those words filled up with ominous premonitions. Loki kept his eyes locked on his god’s worried face, feeling a growing anguish running across his bowels, for even if he still did not remember anything about the almighty ruler of that Realm, he remembered quite well what Thor told him in the days that followed his coming back from Hel. And that, hadn’t he got Thor’s love and strength there by his side, that would have scared him to death. Because he knew that Odin, the All-Father, the one who took him from his Realm of birth to grow him like a son, was also the one who ordered the magic dagger forged. The one who more than any other wanted him dead.
“What... purpose?” Thor asked, detracting Loki from his troubling thoughts.
“The ancient Book of Oblivion that writes itself along with Aesir forgotten dooms is now filling new pages,” Heimdall answered. “But I cannot say precisely what Odin’s purpose is.” He paused, on Thor and Loki peering into his eyes and now breathing as one. “I know that such a thing never happened before. I know that in arranging this Odin is not alone.” He moved his sight from one to the other. “And I know someone is coming. Someone who is not what he looks like.”

When the foreign child that was alive and wasn’t reached the main entrance to the city of Asgard, the sun was grazing the horizon, unaware, in a cascade of red in all its shades.
No-one around paid the slightest attention to him, and no-one could, for he walked silently and paltry in-between the rims of worlds, wrapped in his shabby cape that looked like being woven from the ashes of the bones of the forgotten dead.
For he could not act in the daylight – that was not a condition he could share -, he waited until the last shade of light turned into darkness; sat on the bulwark that edged the highest yard in Asgard, he then raised his sight to the sky.
Unseen.
Unheeded.
The smallest, the farthest over the horizon, the one that shined more faintly so that no-one could notice, that was the first star he swallowed.
Unregarded.
Unperceived.
And then again he mingled with the crowd, tiny, and hunched under the burden of his secrets; too heavy they’d have been for anyone, and even more for a child: but not for him, because being a child at the same time he wasn’t. Could anyone see his face, invisible beneath the heavy hood, could anyone see his eyes, it would have been blatant.
But no-one was meant to see his face.
As no-one was meant to see his eyes.
Except the one he had been sent for.


The day that followed went by with no major hindrance.
Thor delayed his idea to go and check the real condition of his father, as he delayed telling Loki more about that different help Heimdall suggested. He needed to think, he needed to put together the messy tiles of a status that with no doubts he highly contributed to cause - though what he did was inescapable and though he would have done the same for countless times again -, and that now had to be managed. After the last events, and mostly after his talk with the All-Seer, his mind was quite confused. Duties, bad omens, threats, responsibilities, fragments in motion of a way bigger picture, were now menacing his flawless gratification for having Loki there with him again. He perfectly knew he had to take a stand, and he could not escape that; he also knew that was for the best of everyone, and above all for his and Loki’s best, for the future that laid ahead them both; and moreover, he somehow missed the fighting, even if since a long time already the ‘fighting’ he most craved for was the one with his Loki, in their bed.
There had always been a diversion that more than any other had the power to free his mind and vent his troubles out. So, he took Loki with him in a mad ride across the moor and then in a wild hunting in the woods. They did it so many times in their past, since they were boys. And like so many times in their past, they ran rashly between the trees and bushes, they chased any sort of beast jumping up and down the steep tracks, and then for fun they rushed after each other, they laughed, they screamed, they ran and ran until their lungs exploded, they laughed again, again they screamed, sprightly, like they were never happier.
Loki found out he was a skilled archer, his arrows did not miss a single shot, not even when he fired while running, and Thor just gloated in seeing him so joyful. They spent the entire morning across the forest, stopping just for a while to light up a bonfire and eat some from their preys; then, horseback again, aimlessly, just for the sake of flying on the wave of mirth.
They ended up in a place where – Thor told Loki with a touch of tenderness in his voice - they used to hole up when they felt the urge to avoid people, a hidden glade not far from Yggdrasil’s big roots and yet know to the two of them alone. That was the only corner around Yggdrasil where no snake dwelt the cracks grooving the primordial roots, and it was Loki – Thor told him – the one who discovered it ages before, being able to understand the language of the snakes.
No grass was greener and no trees’ foliage lusher than there, where the tree of life grounded its undying roots; and the timeless ash from which all life got lymph spread his crown so wide all around that it overshadowed the sun.
That place oozed arcane magic more than any other, Loki could feel it even without his powers, as it smelled more ancient than any mind – even a god’s one – could conceive; furthermore, it was beautiful beyond any possible word, and probably there were no words meant to exist in order to describe it. Loki just sat on the grass, smiling, he leant his back against one of the roots’ gnarls, lulled by the murmur of the brook flowing thereabout. From the branches above, millennial lichens dangled in bizarre wefts, embellished by the silver berries of mistletoe, and embroidered a scented mantle mottled with all the most unthinkable nuances, from a dark green, grazing a pale brown and yellow, to a vague hint of azure. Through that surreal curtain, Loki’s eyes caressed Thor, he smiled again, while his gaze followed his gorgeous lover walking calmly towards the little stream and then sitting on the bank, vaguely in the need of a brief moment with himself.
Lapsing completely to the reviving warmth he actually felt flowing through the enormous trunk, Loki simply enjoyed the sense of familiarity that place was getting across him, and in his mind he tried to find and clarify an image involving it from his forgotten past. Everything still sounded so incredible. He was so fascinated by the idea of that ancient Book of Oblivion that Heimdall mentioned, or of that Casket of Ancient Winters which Thor told him about. He wondered how it could be being a master of magic, able to force elements according to his will. He wondered what actually meant Thor when he talked of his Jotun form, of his being unique because two natures blended in him so preciously. He wondered about his own skin getting... blue, and colder, and smoother, and his own body delicately covered with... amazing, lovely marks – those were Thor’s words precisely. Something Thor sure as Hel loved, for while he told him that his eyes were sparkling, and Loki giggled to himself, terribly intrigued at that idea.
How pleasantly surprising when he realized that, no matter how deeply he was caught into his own thoughts, willing or not his eyes kept on falling on Thor, still nuzzled on the brook’s bank, and that just looking at him was enough to fill his soul with perfect wellness. He was consciously avoiding to think about Heimdall’s disquieting revelations, he could not do anything anyway, for the time being, except committing his entire self to his sweet god’s decisions. Which, he was sure, would have been the wisest. Oh, his sweet god.
“My sweet god,” he whispered, unheard, for the simple delight of enjoying how suave it sounded.
At that point, from the sack he brought along together with his bow and arrows, he picked out a notebook and focused on the first blank page of it.
When after a while Thor came back, sat by his side, surrounding his shoulders with his arm, and stole him a fleeting kiss, Loki winced slightly.
“What are you doing?” Thor asked, glancing at the notebook that now laid opened on Loki’s lap.
Loki just smiled, and filling his eyes with his sweet god’s splendour he handed it out to him.
“I told you I wanted to do that.”
The last time he read Loki’s handwriting, Thor remembered even too well, and it still hurt. That atrocious night, when everything was lost, even his little one’s halting calligraphy on the last page of his journal seemed to force him to save no place for hope. How far it looked, that night. And how unreal. Now, the words stamped on that page without any faltering, even before being read talked Loki’s ultimate reliance. In his recaptured life, in their limitless future, in now and forever.
Thor started reading in silence.

“Sun.
Powerful, bright, reassuring.
The embrace a lost soul too long awaited. My soul. Your soul.
Rain.
Cosy, discreet, cuddling.
The whisper of a heart too long alone. My heart. Your heart.
Snow.
Tender, intimate, alluring.
The touch a bleary skin too long craved for. My skin. Your skin.
You.
The sun, the rain, the snow.
You.
The awakening of a body too long asleep. My body. Your body.
You.
Flawless reinvention, unaware in awareness.
And beyond that, and beyond all.
You.
Me.
Everything.”


When they got back to the city, almost at twilight, Thor asked Loki to wait for him in their room while he’d go and pay Odin a visit. He perfectly caught how distressing it was to his little one even only to think of the All-Father, and he didn’t intend to cause him any anguish until that became strictly inescapable; besides, the mysterious schemes Odin was plotting, whatever they could be, were in the first place his own personal business, a business he was called to deal with one-to-one.
He reached the entrance to Odin’s sleeping hall and, first unexpected thing, he found three of the Elders standing before the threshold as though they were guarding it. They raised a snooty look on him, almost indignant, they stiffened as he got closer like they were determined not to let him pass.
“How gracious of you, prince Thor,” started the one in the middle, ostensibly sarcastic “to come and see your father, at last. Evidently, taking the architect of our disgrace back from the dead was more important.”
Burning with sudden rage, Thor stuck his chest out, towering on him with his withering gaze.
“I will not tolerate such arrogance” he retorted, implacable “from someone who’s meant to kneel before me.” Right away, he didn’t notice the shadow blurring the Elder’s eyes. “Move aside and let me in.”
For an instant, the Elders seemed to make a stand, inducing Thor to toy with the idea of smashing them back to reason.
“I said” he snarled “move aside.”
There, though highly reluctantly, the three yielded to his threatening eyes and watched him entering without adding more words.
As he was in, he startled, for the cold inside the hall was implausible, and the air all around smelled freakish. He recognized that smell. A smell of rotten soil, and mouldy bones, and fog. Freezing his nostrils with the loom of perdition. A smell that oozed vain whining in eternal hopelessness.
He had no doubt.
That was the same smell he sniffed in Hel.
Cautious and nervous he approached the alcove where the All-Father laid, apparently sleeping. Sleeping. “...this time... it is not just to replenish his health and powers.” No, it was not. Thor felt it, immediately. He studied him, he inspected any centimetre of his face, he frowned, perplexed, for he was looking at someone to him no more familiar. And not only because he could never forget, never forgive that Odin so lucidly plotted Loki’s death. “This time... he did it following a devious purpose.” Unable to let the terrible suspect emerging in his mind take a clear form, he nonetheless read through those trembling wrinkles a sort of wilful frenzy going on, he saw the intrigues of magic stirring across that ancient body, while vague echoes of intrusive presences fluttered around, slipping away from his percipience. Feeling his own head all of a sudden heavier than a boulder from Nidavellir, he bowed it on his father’s face, exhaling.
“When did it happen, father?” he whispered, caught in-between a faint sense of melancholy and the palpable awareness that in his heart all his filial piety had fatally gone dry. “When did I lose you?” He shook his head and there, by chance, he noticed a spidery breath of smoke rising from Odin’s forehead. He followed it with his eyes up to the ceiling, slowly. “But most of all...” His blood ran cold. “...when did you... lose yourself?”
The foggy vortex whirling almost invisible, almost inaudible in the dim light over Odin’s bed stoked in Thor’s soul an uncontrollable mix of anguish, wrath, and dismay that made him move back from the bed, panting.
“I know that in arranging this Odin is not alone.”
“What the...”
A flash of black light.
An instant of complete darkness.
Dizziness.
The entrance opening, his body being pulled out.
The corridor floating in a mist that wasn’t there before.
A place that wasn’t there before.
A figure in the mist filling that place that wasn’t there before.
No sign of the Elders.
Just that figure. Tiny figure. Motionless, shifty. So tiny, in the mist. A child.
Thor blinked, trying to put his thoughts together, trying to focus.
“...who are you?...” he heard himself saying from another level of existence. “...what are you doing here?...”
The child just raised on him his eyes, all black.
A few seconds. But enough for Thor to see.
Into those eyes, the abyss.
Dizziness.
An instant of complete darkness.
A flash of black light.
And back with the clearness, everything else. The three Elders, the corridor, the whole place he knew so well, intact and real. As if nothing just happened.
No child around.
Not a hint of his presence.
Nothing.
Thor shook his head violently, almost laughing at himself. A vision?, he thought. An hallucination, a trick of the mind? Well, given the hurricane of feelings he went through in the last weeks, no surprise if his mind had a brief rush of confusion.
And he was sure it must really have been a sort of daydream when he saw the look on the face of the three Elders, showing no change at all. So, he let go. He knew he didn’t dream about Odin and the dark vortex, however. He didn’t dream about the ominous infection that he felt spreading insidiously, and only then he caught the shade of unnatural viciousness wrapping the Elders’ attitude. “I know that in arranging this Odin is not alone.” No, clearly he was not, at many levels. He wondered how many of the highest citizens of Asgard were still supporting the All-Father even in his derangement, plainly sustained by some unfathomable magic. “The architect of our disgrace”, the Elder called Loki just a while before. How widely that web of schemes was still casting around Odin’s distorted hatred, how longer Loki and Thor himself should continue to feel threatened inside their own Realm?
Thor suddenly felt the urge to get back to his little one, too long he had left him alone and unaware in that dim of bewitched snakes. And now he understood why it was crucial to hasten the recovering of his brother’s powers.
The grin that twisted the mouth of the one who spoke before left no more room to hesitance.
“Did you find what you were looking for, prince Thor?”
With a growl of vexation, Thor grabbed his robe, brutally, lifting him from the floor. His words sounded as unyielding as only a fated Aesir king’s could be.
“You are not strangers to me. I know your faces, I know your names, I know your houses. Pray that I will be in the mood for mercy, when the time comes.”

“I am one, and I am many.
I am the cursed raven coming to bring you oblivion.
I am the misty horse riding waters and clouds.
I am the immortal snake hissing your souls empty.
I am the rabid wolf howling your hearts frozen in the night.
I am the oncoming darkness...
...and the dawn that splinters it.
I am many, and I am one.”


The terrible concern troubling Thor’s soul eased at once as he overstepped the threshold of their room and Loki, visibly impatient for his comeback, welcomed him with a translucent smile, that reassured Thor immediately. And seeing him wearing only a short towel around his hips sweetened Thor’s heart like a cascade of mead.
“So?” Loki asked, coming closer to him, sincerely eager to know more. “How did it go with... the All-Father?”
Let him out of our thoughts for a while more, Thor’s heart whispered. Let me just look at you and... be in the heavens.
“You have... wet hair,” said Thor, grazing a lock that fell on Loki’s cheek.
“I took a bath,” Loki replied, blowing those words right on his mouth.
Thor grabbed his chin, delicately, and smirked.
“Oh, did you?” he jested, and with the tip of his index drew the smooth furrow in the middle of his chest. “Without me?” He giggled at Loki’s funny wince. “I think I need a bath too.”
Loki brushed his lips with a soft kiss.
“Go then, have it.” He motioned to the windowpane with a twinkly smile. “I’ll wait for you outside.”
When Thor after a while stepped out on the terrace in all the magnificence of his nude body, he found Loki on a wide furry carpet that wasn’t there before, laying on his belly, languidly, and sipping mead from a mug while reading a book. Some little braziers were burning here and there, softly enlightening the night, and an invisible cloud of scented oils made the air around agreeably charming.
Surprised, Thor nuzzled on the fur right at his side, his loin grazing the skin on Loki’s flank, his hand on his shoulders, gentle, there where the sinuous curve of his neck smoothened into spine.
“What... did you...”
Loki raised up a little on his elbow, turning his gaze on him, in a movement that made his long ebony hair tumble aside.
“Do you like it?” he said sweetly. He poured some more mead and handed the mug out to him. “I thought... we could sleep here, tonight.” He caressed Thor’s thigh, chastely, and yet shivering with endearment at his sweet god’s little quiver. “I like the sound of the water.”
Laying down next to him, Thor smiled, peacefully. He savoured his nectar and took a deep breath, unable to turn his gaze away from Loki’s face. Not that he recklessly forgot what his call was,  he never could, he never would; he simply sensed, he so clearly sensed that about that call he and his oblivious Loki just... felt alike. A tacit complicity was naturally inducing Loki – in the name of what they implicitly most cared about, and that went way beyond any menace Odin or whosoever could embody - to overlook as well a critical situation which, though not understanding, he was undoubtedly aware of. And that complicity, that feeling alike tasted so right that they became to Thor the most comforting, the most strengthening, the most vital proof everything he was doing, everything they were doing, and would decide to do, must also be unequivocally right.
“It’s a wonderful idea,” he said, gloating, and blessed the heavens one more time for granting the two of them that extraordinary, unassailable parallel universe made of pure bliss.
Almost unconsciously, his hand kept brushing Loki’s back, soft as a one-line poem whispered in the night; for a long while they just stayed locked into each other’s eyes, floating on the subtle sizzle of the braziers.
“Won’t you tell me what happened?” Loki asked in the end, his fingers vaguely sketching the profile of the muscles on Thor’s chest.
“Heimdall was right,” answered Thor, quietly, slightly shaking his head. “Something quite unexpected is going on. Odin is... moving things.” He knitted his brows. “And I am sure Hela is also behind that.”
At those words, the look on Loki’s face let a sudden veil of concern out.
“That’s because... you came to Hel... and took me, isn’t it?”
Thor grabbed his neck, roughly, and stamped a kiss on his mouth before he could add more.
“I’d do the same a million times again, little one,” His eyes spoke unearthly resolution. “Until the end of time and space. No matter what.” His smile allowed no doubt. “For the only thing I’m sure about, and I mean sure beyond any possible consequence, is that we are meant to make the future. Together.”
Loki ran his fingers through his golden hair, tenderly, overwhelmed by that ultimate commitment.
“And all this they are... moving... involves magic as well, right?”
Pleasantly distracted by the freshness spreading from Loki’s pearly skin, Thor nodded, calmly.
“Odin has always been the mightiest of all gods, he is the All-Father, and he’s got powers that none of us can match. That includes magic too. And now that he has gone... somehow out of his mind, he has become... dangerous.” His hand sweetened his grip on Loki’s nape. “But.” And his thumb rubbed the mother-pearl of his cheek. “As my strength can’t be equalled because I master the power of thunder, you, among all the sorcerers in Asgard, you are the most powerful.” He smiled at his brother’s little frown of uncertainty. “I know you can’t believe such a thing now, but trust me, you are. Even when the Jotuns took all your powers away, you nonetheless were able to overturn the flow of time. You are the only one who can fool Odin’s tricks, you did it already, and not just once.”
Not entirely sure to be actually able – or even willing - to bear the weight of such a task, and almost intimidated at that idea, nevertheless Loki was starting to understand the crucial meaning of the All-Seer’s cryptic statements. And the crucial part he was predestined to have in the whole issue.
“That’s why Heimdall told my perceiving ability must be enhanced...” he said, pensive, perfectly mindful of that mysterious different help the Gate-Keeper mentioned and of Thor’s reaction at those words. “How can we do that?”
Thor’s face didn’t reveal any sort of anxiety, just that endless, reassuring confidence that Loki was by then used to rely on.
“Not the way he suggested, this little is certain.”  Thor’s hand never stopped brushing Loki’s flank while he was talking and now it was playing on the hem of the towel that still wrapped the preciousness of those loins. “At least, not until we’ve tried something else first.”
“But... what did he mean... a different help?” Loki peered into Thor’s eyes. “You looked so worried about it... Is it something... risky?”
Thor shook his head mildly.
“Sort of.” And then he smiled again. “I don’t want to talk about that now.” Almost lost in thought, he loosened the towel and slipped it off, slowly, melting at Loki’s irrepressible shiver of rapture. “There are so many places I want to show you, and so many things about us I want to tell you.” Soft, his voice, as soft as his hand worshipping the smoothness of those glutes. “To help you find that sparkle in your forgotten memories.”
Carefully, he draped himself on Loki’s back, running his hands along his stretched arms to reach his fingers and entwine his own together; he kissed his shoulder ardent, he blew his devotion on his neck, and warm and gentle leant between his nates.

The throne room looked different.
Different, and somehow
not there. The dark mist around was floating slightly, altering his perception. Changing the shape of things.
Why am I here?, he thought. What is... here?
But it was there. It was there. The throne. The golden throne belonging to the mightiest rulers of Asgard since the beginning of time, and now vacant. Close to him walking forward, and yet far, getting lost in that mist. Getting blurred, fading.
There, and not there. The throne.
And on the seat, mist, thicker, and darker, clumping together in a new shape taking form.
Instinctively, Thor moved his hand at his side to grab Mjolnir.
He gasped, as he closed his fist.
For what he grabbed was just thin air.
What sort of trick is this?, he growled inside, for being arbitrarily deprived of his hammer was not something admissible in the known order of things.
A shape, on the throne. Tiny. Motionless. A child.
That child.
“You again?” Thor’s voice echoed furious in the nothingness around. “Who are you?”
As the child lifted his head and fixed his eyes on him, Thor’s legs became stiffer, and his feet heavier, and his steps harder. When he got almost unable to move any further, and dreadfully confused, the child raised his arm towards him, slowly, without the slightest wavering.
And pointed his index to his heart.
A flash of black light.
An instant of complete darkness.
Dizziness.
Pulled back. Roughly.


And awake.
Above his head, the sky.
Still the dead of night, still their terrace, and the warm fur under his skin. Everything calm and cosy, the braziers almost extinguished, the familiar sound of the waters tempering the silence all around. Just that odd clump that for an instant, as he woke up, encumbered his chest like a stone and then vanished. An instant. That he forgot at once.
Nuzzled at his side, Loki, breathing softly, sleeping. So peaceful.
A damn dream, Thor thought, huffing. Just a damn dream. Of course, what else? A dream.
And Loki. His Loki, his real Loki.
Thor yielded to a light smile of tenderness, while the echo of that dream splintered in a million weightless scraps as his eyes almost unconsciously leant on his little sleeping one. Loki was laying smoothly on his flank, a leg slightly flexed in a posing that sweetened even more the graceful curve of his hip; his cheek was leaning on his arm bent under his head, and his hair spreading on the palm of his hand.
How many times already he got lost just consuming his eyes on that sight, Thor could not count; and yet he could never get sated, yet caressing Loki’s naked body with his gaze was as new, and as surprising, and as tempting as the first time it happened. Amazing, how that could be, how that kept being, and how that never was with anyone else in his past life; but no-one else, god, mortal, female, male, whatever, no-one had never been, could ever be what Loki was. The strength of the warrior blended in that body with the grace of the enchanter; Loki was god, magician, fighter, lover, enlightened, child, frost giant; he was as lethal as the darkest curse, he was as delicate as the frailest treasure. Such an unsanctioned fusion that since his childhood made him also a source of suspicions to every other Aesir; such an unusual mixture that through childish mockeries it threw him into his deadly solitude, and from there into his rage, and into his hatred, and into his... madness. Thor blessed the instant that let him see the real Loki and wrest him from perdition. “Such a precious creature”, Hela said of him down in Hel. Even the queen of doomed souls saw that. Yes. Precious. Thor felt that preciousness so deeply that it almost hurt. And he blamed all the Aesirs, and Odin first, because they couldn’t see but a monster there where instead there was a prodigy.
Soft, his lips grazed Loki’s leg and drew a line of smooches all along it. He giggled at his brother’s slight trembling in the sleep, and he went on, kissing his waist, and arm, and chest, while little by little Loki mumbled into half-sleep, stretching mildly and smiling, his eyes still shut. Thor kissed his neck, his chin, his nose, and ended in his brother’s arms that moved slowly to cling around his shoulders, along with the cute little purr of fulfilment that Loki hummed blinking awake and seeing him.
“How...” whispered Thor, running his fingers slowly on the profile of his limbs. “How can you be...” Their mouths were so close they breathed the same air. “...so ravishing?” Thor let him play, airily, with the gold of his hair, just getting lost into the sea of Loki’s ogling eyes. “Oh, little one... the things I’d do to you.”
Loki giggled with smugness at his sweet god’s enraptured look, he wetted his lips with the hint of a kiss, blowing his perfect joy on the corners of his mouth. So instinctively erotic.
“Is there...” Silk, his voice on Thor’s cheek. “...something...” Feathers, his fingers brushing Thor’s chest. “...that you dream to do to me...” And ambrosia, the immaculate lust in his eyes. “...but you still didn’t?”
Vaguely embarrassed, Thor kept smirking at him, chuckling softly.
“Hm-hm,” he nodded. The mere idea was enough to arouse him. “And it’s a bit... kinky.”
“Oh,” Loki replied, hanging on his breath, cheeky. “I see.”
They let the night whisper its secrets to their ears and rested, peaceful, for a long while. Thor didn’t tell Loki about what forced him awake, as Loki didn’t ask; they just stayed, weightless, lost in each other’s eyes.
Until, while he was grazing Thor’s hair and as though for the first time ever he noticed that, Loki held the braid on his palm and looked at the black lock entwined in it, frowning.
“This... this is my hair, isn’t it?” He smiled, surprised, for that image just popped up in his mind from nowhere. “I made it... didn’t I?”
Thor grabbed his hand, shot through by a hit of eagerness.
“Yes, little one, you did.” No matter if what Loki just remembered was still part of a dream, he felt sure it was vital, for that dream did actually come true. “You did, you did.” He chortled with satisfaction. “As soon as it gets light, I’ll take you there.”
Loki opened his eyes wide on him.
“Where?”
“Your magic secret place.”
Loki nestled closer in his arms, taking a deep sigh while blowing those words right on Thor’s tongue.
“Oh... I’d rather find out more about those... kinky ideas of yours.”
The unspoiled naturalness in Loki’s sensuality didn’t allow Thor to do anything else but close that charming mouth with a long, intense kiss.
“We will have time for that, I promise,” he sniggered, on the flavour of that kiss. “Now there are more urgent things to deal with. We are the only ones who can grant Asgard and the Realms... a safe future.” But still, we have the rest of this night here to consume, his eyes whispered to Loki’s while his voice talked. “And that means also granting the thing that I most care about. A safe future... for the two of us.”
Laying his head on the warm marble of Thor’s arm, Loki rubbed his cheek on his bicep and cuddled up closer to him.
“I already feel so safe…” His knee slipped between Thor’s thighs, candidly brushing his manhood stiff. “…here…”
Thor clamped Loki’s leg in his.
“I know,” He searched for his brother’s hand, he held it tight, he took it to his mouth, he kissed his palm. “But we need also to be allowed to live safely in a place that the fates sanctioned to be ours. And I don’t mean...”
There, Loki leant his index straight on his lips, he smiled, and apposed his own mouth to his own finger.
“Sush,” he purred. “Come what may. Just... let me be your everything. And you be mine.”

They loved, softly, in the last hours of the night that heralded the dawn and that lasted forever.
And they didn’t notice.
They simply didn’t.
In the sky above, silently, more stars were fading out.
A new beginning - 6 - Fragments in motion
Yes, I'm still there, with them.
I'll always be.

Chapter 6 :heart:

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Chapter 2 - Hel

Chapter 3 - Consequences

Chapter 4 - Change of perspective - Part 1 ::: Part 2

Chapter 5 - Whispers of light

Chapter 6 - Fragments in motion

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Farewell, sweet friend.

Titia was special.
She was among my best loved fractal artists since ever, I knew her since years, and I love her art.
Titia was unique.
She had such a hard life and yet she was always so positive and full of living joy... and that joy spread through her wonderful fractals.

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Maybe some months,
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My mind in the eye of the storm;
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Don't cry for me with sadness in your heart,
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Cry for my beloved ones,
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Don't cry for me with sadness in your heart,
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SjerZ Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2014   Digital Artist
Happy Birthday Anna! :heart:
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Vahisa Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I hope you have a wonderful, amazing, Thorki filled birthday.  I know it's what I would want.
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phoenixleo Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2014
Happy Birthday Anna! :iconballoonplz:
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PzzPod Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2014
:cake:  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!  :party:
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loyse Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2014
Happy Birthday!:cake::party:
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kayandjay100 Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:party: Happy birthday, dear Anna ~ I hope you have a lovely day! :iconballoonsplz::iconwineplz::iconflowerheartplz: :love: Coco
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MushiAkki Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2014
Happy Birthday!
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FractalMonster Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2014
:iconbouquetplz: :iconcakeplz: :iconhappybirthdaysignplz: :icongolubaja: :iconhappybirthdaysignplz: :iconcakeplz: :iconbouquetplz:
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