The wine splashed to the floor at his feet before the horn followed and bounced harmlessly towards the edge of the canvas and fur tent. Thor's face had drained of blood as he stood, rocking ever so slightly as if it was impossible for his feet to move from where they had planted despite the push of I felt wind at his back.

Another trick? Another illusion? Did Loki guise himself as a Jotun to upset him? To tease him for not heeding him? Thor wanted to believe that, but he couldn't laugh and joke with the other at how he'd been had. It was impossible, because in his heart, Thor knew that the Jotun sitting on his bed was his brother. No illusion had been cast. And their mother at least had known all along-- of course she had!

Thor turned away and hung his head in silence to gather his thoughts.

"You have spent a good portion of your life lying to me," he whispered. "You maybe Liesmith but I never thought I would be played the fool for so long. We have no where to go but back to the palace." He wasn't stupid enough not to know that Loki hadn't been literal but he needed that boundary set. "I must sit upon a throne I am not ready for with a brother and mother who have lied to me. We can go no where else until the All-Father stirs."