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Though Anthony's days had been spent happily, even if Loki more or less ignored him, he found himself himself fast friends with Bruce and he saw Steven daily for lessons. He was working as hard as he could to be perfect, which was probably a first for Anthony, and Steven noticed.

He was also bound to notice when someone joined him in his sizable bed in an alcove off of the slave quarters. Everyone here had their own little nugget of space, bigger than the village's but not as large as Anthony's space.

Anthony laid his head on Steve's shoulder and waited for the man to stir beneath him.

"Prince Loki wants you," Anthony said, yawning.

"What?!"

Steven sat bolt upright immediately, hit his head on the ceiling, and practically fell out of his tiny bed searching for his clothing. He couldn't believe that Anthony was just lying there like he had all the time in the world, the man really had settled into his position well.

"How long ago did he send you? Did he say why?"

Oh Odin's Beard, what if he'd done something to displease the Prince? What if he'd ruined his chances of being given to Prince Thor?!

Luckily, Steven pitching forward meant that Anthony was able to roll to the wall. He laid there in his green and gold tunic, ankles crossed, and propped himself up on his elbows as Steven dressed. "He only just sent me. He wants to gift you before the feast so that Prince Thor isn't in his cups."

They had some time. Anthony ran the whole way there without even stopping to say hello to Bruce in his nice little room across the hallway.

"Don't rush to dress. You're going to look too eager. Or... I don't know. Frumpled. Is that a word? Is now. You have to look your best. But the tailor passed me on the hall with a big package so you might be getting some new clothing. I hope you like leather better than I do."

Steven's face lit up in a smile that made him look too perfect. His hair even looked good shaved right down, a light dust of blond over a well shaped head, and his blue eyes sparkled. He was so excited, he'd get to be given over to the Prince and hopefully, if he pleased him, maybe he'd be given tasks of importance. He didn't expect to be Prince Thor's personal slave, everyone knew that Prince Thor already had a personal slave, but maybe he'd get some task that he could prove himself in.

Please let him prove himself.

He leaned down and gave Anthony a one-armed hug, excitement too much to hold in, before he began to pull his clothing on again. Taking care that each part was where it should be, that he was clean, and everything turned out properly.

"Look at us now, Anthony, would we ever have believed we'd belong to the princes?"

"I believed that you would be," Anthony said. He didn't want to say where he imagined himself in a scant two months when he was given his fourth knot and sent off to the general auctions. He didn't expect to be bought by an Asgardian. Not even a peasant farmer. No. Anthony was sure he'd be shipped off world and worked to death a year later. But that's what happened. He was prepared for it. This whole thing was almost too much for him.

He climbed out of bed as Steven laced up his black boots and followed him out of the room. Bruce explained that to Anthony on his third day. Slaves had to follow hierarchy here. Prince Thor's slaves went first. And then Prince Loki's. The only difference was the ranking of the slaves. Anything under Thor's personal enclave would come after Loki's personal enclave--

It was strange and hard to remember. Anthony wasn't used to being given deference. And yet he let Steven walk just a shoulder ahead. He was pretty sure he would have to get used to that. Steve wouldn't stay an underling for long.

Back to Loki's room, Anthont lightly knocked the way Loki showed him to quietly announce his presence before he went in, not waiting to be told he was allowed. It was understood he would be. "My prince, your gift is here."

Steven had been present for most of these lessons with Bruce as well, considering that he'd be serving one of the royals personally, but it had been harder for him to absorb than Anthony. The other man had took to it like a bilgesnipe to a swamp, and even now watching him knock and then enter, Steven was struck by how it seemed... right. Like Anthony had found his place among things.

Loki was dressed in his feastday finest, for it was a celebration of his brother's birth and he would be expected to be. Not that he resented that, he loved his brother dearly, and only his mother held a greater affection in his heart. Steven was just one part of the present, he also had a stallion of exceptional stock from Vanaheim's well respected stables to give to him.

"Good. You will not attend your regular duties today, you will accompany me at all times through the feasting and entertainment should I require anything. Come evening, I shall allow you a few hours to join the revelry held in the servant and slave quarters. Steven, Anthony, come."

Loki swept out of the room and along the corridors to Thor's chambers, not bothering to knock before he slipped inside to see if the man of the hour was yet out of his furs or not.

Thor was not asleep. He had not been asleep for nearly an hour. He was instead bathing, using a cloth to mop the night's heat and dirt from his skin. His back was to the door when Loki pushed in and his personal slave stepped aside. There was no need to announce the other prince.

Thor turned at the sound and then broke into a grin, seeing only his brother for the moment. He did not generally notice slaves but nor did he ignore them. His focus was generally just narrowed and that often did not include the background characters that accompanied the main ones in his mind.

"Brother! Know you what today is?" He'd been out hunting with the Warriors and Sif and their personal slaves for the last week and had missed his little brother when he returned. But it was late and he assumed Loki would be reading so he had not disturbed him. He flung out his arms, as ignorant of his nakedness as he was his brother's entourage, and waited for Loki to accept his embrace.

Loki moved quickly forwards and encompassed Thor in his arms, before drawing back and cupping the back of his brother's neck in a time-honoured gesture of affection. For all the simmering resentment and jealousy that sometimes burned beneath the surface now, Loki did love his brother and today was a celebration of him. Just as in a little under a few months, his own birth celebrations would come. He looked forward to them immensely, for they would be his millennial, a large celebration even for a long-lived race, and his mark of moving officially into manhood.

"Let me think," he teased, a grin on his face. "I have for you gifts, and I already scented your favourite foods being prepared in the kitchens as we passed, so... no, I cannot imagine what today is."

He finally stepped back, a brief glimmer of magic allowing the moisture from Thor's naked body to be expunged from his clothes.

"How is it you have purchased gifts for me and yet do not recall why?" It was hard to tell if Thor was joking or not. His face was hard, almost fierce. "Has all of that sorcery gone to your brain or did mother prompt you to find a gift for me?" He made a show of scratching his beard. "And I have been planing your own gifts for nearly two years now, for much the same occasion. My poor brother. Mind for books and not much else. We will mourn you so."

Thor laughed and grabbed for Loki, actually make out Anthony take a step forward as if to protect his master from the juggernaut that was Thor. He would be nothing in the way of that might and yet a mere week had given Anthony an instinct that could not be taught but must be felt.

Thor's slave cleared his throat, not much taller than Anthony but muscular. He had dark hair and blue eyes that seemed amused. Though he had already guessed one slave was for Thor by his size and shape and haircut, he had never in his life known Loki to keep a slave. A lot had happened when he was out on his hunt with Thor. Interesting. He'd have to poke around the quarters for gossip later.

Loki would be thrown over Thor's shoulder if he allowed himself to be caught and flung down on the bed as if he was half his size and age. It was a game Loki used to cackle with delight over.

Thor's slave was a legend among slaves, even outside the palace. He had been chosen by the prince when he was just a small boy, and had been gifted the apples to keep him vital and young. His name was James and he was an exceptional warrior, even rivalling many Asgardians. He had an arm made of forged dwarven steel after he lost his own protecting his master, he was highly treasured and given many privileges that slaves were often denied.

James stepped to one side, used to the sight of his master and brother wrestling, and smiled at both new slaves. He shook his head just slightly at Loki's slave to indicate that he should not intervene, and raised eyebrows at Thor's new gift to see what he thought of his probable first close up look at his master.

Loki laughed as he flew back onto the bed, but he did not go easily. He wound his legs around his brother's throat and twisted to try and toss him down as well, relying on dexterity rather than strength to get the move done.

"Do not mourn my mind, my brother, it is sharper than any of your blades will ever be. Steven, step forward. Thor, I have bought this slave for you, his papers and assessments in physical attributes were second to none."

Steven stepped forwards eagerly and stood as straight as he could, pride practically radiating off him.

Hanging back, Anthony did as Bruce told him to. Be present, he said. Be present but invisible. Allow your betters to have their moments and you just be the extension of their hand. Bruce told him that he would grow used to it but until then, he needed to be mindful of his presence. It just took a lot out of him to stand straight in a corner when he wanted to be at Loki’s side.

And Bruce told him that it was normal too. Enthusiasm was important to cultivate and quash as needed

From under Loki’s arm and leg, Thor stuck his head to look up at the tall, muscled slave. “Ho! A fine specimen!” he said, pulling himself out of Loki’s hold to step out towards the slave. He put on a sarong, tied once around his waist rather than summon his usual clothing and placed his hands on narrow hips as he stared down at the gift. His grin was infectious as he nodded in appreciation at Loki. “You have his books?”

Thor tilted his head to the left and shifted his arms to cross over his massive chest.

“James, I want you to look over his logs….but until then, Steven? Where did my brother find you? Not the unclaimed village, surely. You would have been snatched up years ago.”

Loki remained relaxed on the furs, though he did gesture to Anthony to fetch him wine from the pitcher on one of the small tables, he would likely be here with his brother for some time and he wanted to wet his throat while he had a moment to himself. He watched eagerly, for he enjoyed when gifts he gave brought the pleasure that he imagined they would, it reflected well on him.

James immediately moved forwards to hold out his hands for Steven's books, which had thankfully been brought with them, grasping them in the gleaming metal hand and taking them to one of the side tables to begin examining.

"Yes, my Prince, the unclaimed village. Anthony and I, that's the slave Prince Loki bought for himself, were both only weeks away from our fourth knots. I do not know why I wasn't taken before now, but I thank Odin that I wasn't or I wouldn't be here now."

James snorted from the corner, much more familiar and less formal thanks to his long service and friendship with his master.

"Likely because of your fighting. Not many log books are this thick with brawling between the slaves, even with the guardians at one point."

"I--" Steven looked stricken, swallowing hard. "I don't like to see injustice, especially for those who lack the right to fight back."

Standing beside Loki where he could refill his cup as needed, Anthony arched an eyebrow at his name being dropped. He didn’t think of himself as a nothing, not exactly, but his name wasn’t important to Thor or to the story. James hummed a little at the response and earmarked a few pages to read to Thor later when his master was less excitable or focused on the state of his gift.

“You saw yourself as a protector of your fellow Midgardians? Is that not the role of the guardians? To instruct? To nurture? To protect? James, we will visit the unclaimed village. If there is injustice occurring, I will not stand for it.” He prowled around Steven, eyes transfixed on the blond, before he paused at where James stood. He flipped open one of the pages where James had his finger shoved against and briefly read the account. “Seven? You faced off seven three knotters-- This is astounding. How true are the accounts?”

“Extremely,” James said mildly. “The scribes record all sides of every incident in the appendix. What you see here is a summary and the ruling-- I will have those delivered if you care to see them—“

“No,” Thor said. “No. I will see them myself when we make a visit. For now-- James, I would like to see him fight for myself. You will spar him with fists and swords. We shall make it our breakfast entertainment! Come, Loki, I—“ Blue eyes narrowed. “A moment more-- Did you say my brother bought himself-- You. Slave. Present yourself. Let me see what has finally caught my brother’s eye-- You must be made of parchment.”

James immediately left the records in a neat pile to get to his feet and pull off the outer tunic to leave him bare to the waist, the pink puckered skin where metal prosthetic met flesh evident against the tan on the rest of his skin. He did not have blades on him, but he would collect some from the yard before taking Steven to the small tournament area so that they may entertain from beneath Thor's windows.

"Come along, we need to be ready to fight be the time breakfast comes."

Steven looked a little taken aback, he knew he would never win against James who had been fighting since well before he was born, but he was determined to put on a good show. So he followed the more senior slave at once, even as Thor examined poor Anthony where he stood with the wine pitcher.

"Yes, my brother, my slave is made of parchment, how astute of you to notice," said Loki drily. "My millennial is approaching and I should have my own slave when that comes, is it so much of a surprise?"

Steven matched his pace with James, keeping behind him as he had been taught. He was not as smooth as Anthony had become with rank and file, and he had no idea what was going to be expected of him. If the week before had been important to find his place in this world, now was even moreso. This could make or break his entire life.

Just beyond Thor’s chambers, around the circular hallway and visible from the antechamber through rows of neatly spaced columns was a lovely courtyard framed by well kept shrubbery. It provided a work out yard, a place to socialize and a place to spar. James had Steven assist him moving the lounge furniture to the side and whistled for two young women who resided where Steven would find himself as well that evening from the slave’s chambers across the way. They hurried over to help and then were sent off to fetch a suitable breakfast for Thor, for Loki, and for Thor’s slaves as well. As property of the eldest Prince, they were kept well. Thor saw to that.

The girls would one day be fine warriors themselves, their muscles tight and sculpted, and they might even take Steven in a fight, but for now they were mostly kept as chamber servants. James no longer did menial tasks for his master.

With Thor still commenting over Loki’s chaotic nature to have purchased someone untested rather than just name one of the loyal palace slaves, Steven had some time to survey his new surroundings. James smiled cheekily at him. “Don’t worry. I’m going to be gentle on you. We just want to see where else your training needs to be supplemented. I came from the village too. Unless they’ve changed in the last century or so, and I kind of doubt it, you’ll need some work.”

Steven's jaw set and he pulled himself up to full height, a weird mixture of pride and politeness still in his voice even as he obviously disagreed with what James was saying. He was a good fighter, strong and supple, he wasn't going to run or be beaten down by anyone, not even the personal slave to Prince Thor.

"Sure, I'm ready, let's do it."

He glanced up at the windows to see that Thor and Loki were now finally sat at chairs that had been brought out for them, a breakfast of cured meats and fruit between them, served by both Anthony and the women that belonged to Thor. He squared himself up and prepared to fight.

And he was good.

Not as technically skilled as James, but the potential was definitely there, and he never let himself stay down. Even long past when he should have conceded the fight, he was back on his feet with his hands raised in front of him.

"...I could do this all day."

Eating nothing, eyes on the gifted man below, Thor sat at the edge of his chair while Anthony watched from Loki’s side. He shouldn’t feel a swell of pride since he had nothing to do with Steven’s tenacity, but he did. The blond’s stamina was intense and though he was bleeding a little from a well placed shot meant to be dodged but instead had been leaned into so that he could get a blow in himself, he looked beautiful and in his element.

James was ready for another round when Thor slammed a fist down on the balustrade. He was not angry in the slightest, he wasn’t anything but impressed. He just tended to make grand and loud gestures. This, for example. “Enough,” he commanded. “Wipe yourselves off and come to share in breakfast.”

Anthony was slightly astounded by that. Not only did Steven and James round the curved hallway from courtyard to antechamber, but the two girls that had served him and two other slaves who had emerged from the slave chambers to watch followed as well. Were all to partake in breakfast?

It turned out that yes, yes indeed, they were. Lounging and laughing as if they were companions, though certainly not friends, Steven was brought into their circle. Thor poured for himself and ate separate from the group, with Loki, at the gilded table by the balustrade. “Does your slave care to join mine?”

Anthony wasn’t sure what he hoped the answer would be. He wanted to be at Loki’s side, but that meal looked delicious.

Steven was practically glowing with pride when Thor called a halt and invited him to take breakfast, especially when James clasped his forearm in a friendly and respectful manner to congratulate him on fighting so well. He genuinely thought this might be the happiest day of his entire life, and he couldn't stop grinning as he began to eat the most delicious food he had ever tasted.

Loki, well pleased with how his gift had been taken, was inclined to be generous in the good mood of the day. So he nodded and gestured for Anthony to go and partake in the food as well should he wish to do so.

"He pleases you then, my brother? He is not the whole of your present, a stallion of pure Vanaheim stock awaits you in the stables."

He knew that Thor would be gifted many things that day, from friends and family, and from people who wished to curry favour with Asgard's ruling family, but he would recall that Loki's gifts had come first and were thus untarnished by anything that came after. His were the gifts that others had to measure up to.

"Oh? After we have finished our meal, you shall show me this new stead. You take too much pity on my stable. I do not, as you say, run my mounts too hard. They are better for the attention. And what brought so much fine gift giving in for this day? It is not a year to be celebrated so remarkably."

Thor's eyes stayed on Steven as Anthony went to join him. His initial testing had gone so splendidly. Truly splendidly. He knew his brother had a keen eye, however, and would never knowingly choose a poor gift for him. He valued his praise too much.

"Why did you not keep Steven for yourself? He would have been an ideal personal servant." He was interrupted for a moment by the laughter among the slaves, centered on Loki's new and first addition. "You should have someone to fight along side of you," he continued. "Your slave is small and meek. He relies upon his whit and not his-- aaaaah."

It took him a bit to get there but get there at least he did.

Loki's lips turned up as Thor finally reached the conclusion that should have been obvious. For he was also someone who did not rely on brute strength, though he had sufficient strength should it come to a straight physical battle, and preferred to use trickery and intelligence to get his way.

"Should I not mark the day of your birth with remarkable attention each year?"

In truth, he did it because he feared this would be the last year he would be welcome as a son of Asgard. He had been visiting Jotunheim for many years now, and learned the secrets of his birth almost four centuries ago. He had struggled since with where his loyalties truly were, and he had come to the conclusion that they were with both. Yet the Jotun half of him could not flourish while the realm itself was so broken.

So he planned to steal the Casket of Ancient Winters and return it to his natural father. But not yet. He would enjoy his own millennial first, he would have his day surrounded by all he had known, and then he would sow the seeds of chaos into the wind and reap the storm.

Thor himself had absolutely no idea about Loki's birth. It was hard to say how he might feel about his favourite little brother had he known, though, but one thing was certain. Stealing from the All-Father to disrupt the balance between Asgard and Jotunheim would put them at odds in ways neither would understand until it happened and until Loki perhaps was capture in the act.

For now, he seemed pleased to say that he wasn't at all at odds with having his brother celebrate his birth whenever he liked and he was happy to spend this fine day with him. Thor was easy. He liked sport and sparring, he liked eating and drinking, he liked fucking and singing-- A ride on his new steed, equally mooned over as his slave, just himself and Loki, would give the slaves time to converse at their leisure.

All were interested in Anthony more than Steven. Steven was a natural addition to Thor's slave stable. But Anthony-- "Where does he have you sleep? I have been many times to Prince Loki's chambers and there is no room for a slave," one girl asked.

Anthony gladly informed her that he slept in a space cleared out solely for him.

"What of Bruce?"

"He teaches me. Steven too," Anthony said. He wasn't used to such scrutiny.

Loki gestured that Anthony may have the morning as leisure time, though he would expect to be met when he returned from his ride with Thor, and then slipped off down to the stables to ride out into the morning with his brother. A pleasant way to spend a few hours, and perhaps they would even come across some hunting which would clearly please Thor, for he was a simple creature.

Steve, for his part, looked as though he might burst with pride any moment. The breakfast tasted better than any food he had ever eaten before, and he had acquitted himself with such skill that both the legendary James and Prince Thor had expressed approval. He was beaming through every mouthful, watching as the others questioned Anthony.

"Prince Loki has never taken a slave before."

A man's voice interrupted the women as James swung onto the balcony and pulled up a chair to start eating, immediately given the better cuts of meat by the other slaves there.

"He's been presented with more than a few, but none have ever matched up to him. Any idea what made him pick you?"

"No idea," Anthony said with his mouth half full. Loki had been busy for this week and so the kitchens had fed him and none of that food was ever this good. None of the food he had ever tasted was this good either. "I disrespected him by not knowing he was a prince, showed him my upgrades to the unclaimed bathing chambers and gave him a little metal toy bird. I think he pitied me for being an idiot, frankly."

Anthony had pride in himself but this recountment was the first time he ever thought about why he'd been picked. Loki found him clever with the puzzle toy. And with the irigation. And that bird. Loki did not prize what Thor did. Strength. Honour. Loki liked subterfuge and Anthony loved joining in. He just couldn't say any of that. Not to these people. He had to keep his master's secrets safe so he downplayed himself.

He ate a handful more of blueberries and changed the line of questioning to deflect. "Where'd you think Steven will be serving? Prince Thor has his chamber servants. He bathes himself--"

Steven frowned when Anthony downplayed himself like that, leaning forward to shake his head and look around at his fellow slaves with earnest blue eyes. Already the women liked him, but then... everyone liked Steven, he was just so honest and friendly and genuine, like a giant dog that had never quite grown out of puppyhood.

"He's being too modest, Anthony is the cleverest slave to come through the village in centuries, I heard the guardians even say as much. Prince Loki is a scholar, right? He probably wanted a slave that had some brains, and nobody is smarter than Anthony."

One of the women smiled at him warmly and patted his arm, which seemed to mollify Steven, before turning her attention back to Anthony.

"It's hard to say, but he was chosen for his physical attributes so he'll probably be used to help when Prince Thor goes on campaign or hunting trips, someone to assist James when he needs it. Or maybe he'll be taken to the furs, he has a spectacular physique."

Steven blushed. Not because of the mention of sex, he was well versed with that and almost hoped he would get to lie with his master at least once, but because of the compliments. James grinned from where he was sat at the head of the table, though his deep blue eyes were serious and appraising.

"If you're meant for me, I'd accept that. You fight well, if without technique, you could be great."

Over the next two hours, James gave both Anthony and Steven the tour. Steven would need to find a place to sleep in the slave quarters across the private courtyard and Anthony would have to understand a few things about the brothers. Like how it was perfectly acceptable to make demands of Thor in Loki's name. "It is always best to favour the younger brother when it comes to demands and queries. Thor would (and has) moved mountains for Loki. I've spent my childhood with them. Loki can be cruel if he doesn't get his way and Thor is more forgiving."

Not once was there a Prince thrown in there. James spoke familiarly of them. But having spent almost seven hundred years with the brothers, he was privy to a great deal of insider information and a comfort level that few matched. Some slaves had served longer than he had but very few personal slaves had. The apples would give him another hundred years or so. But no more than that. He would start to age rapidly before Thor's next millennial. It was sad to think he might never see him take the throne.

He just hoped to die in battle first so he could wait to serve his prince in.Valhalla.

Anthony was impressed but as the sun was nearly at the mid day level, he excused himself with a lingering embrace for Steve.

He had to get back to Loki. James would tell Steven that he was surprised his friend had the itch already-- that call to serve. "He's like... So arrogant. I would never peg him for a good slave. But he's loyal. You can't fault that. Now we have a lot to do for the party. You can help Adriela with changing the furs and stoking the fire. We need to get these chambers clean."

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