Laying hands on his brother was the last thing Thor wanted to do, but he grabbed at Loki anyway in an attempt to slam him bodily against the part of the tent that was flush to the cave wall. “How many times do you need to face treason charges?!”

Anthony was on his feet in a flash, eyes wide and willing to thrust himself between the brothers if Loki appeared to be injured. He knew these two, he knew that Loki could hold his own, but his place was always fodder, not because he was a slave but because he was in love.

“Exile and inprisonment for a mere year will be the least of your charges. We have a chance to protect our people and you put a slave before them?!”

Not even Thor had done that. The throne had come first, as much as he cared for Steven.