fossilised | I come from a land of ice and snow

"Do not act the fool, it doesn't become you."

Loki's words were chiding, though not harsh. He understood Anthony's jealousy for he had it in himself for many things also, but he knew that his property possessed far more intelligence than to think that he would have taken on Steven because Anthony did not fulfil everything that Loki needed.

"I have taken him as obligation to my brother on a loan only, for we shall be travelling to Midgard upon the morrow to raid for new stock, and Thor cannot accompany us while sitting as All-Father. He wishes for me to take Steven as my own until we return for he fusses ridiculously over my safety."

A lie that would save face for both Thor and Steven, and which would give the moping slave hope that he would return to his true master one day. Loki needed him to have that hope, even if it proved false, or getting anything approaching actual work out of him would be near impossible.

"He will be mine in name alone, fear not that any comes to supplant your place."

Anthony had known all of this, and he could even tell that Loki was lying because he himself had seen many, many couplings between Steven and Thor while Loki was away and he had seen many, many kisses passed between the two. He knew that Thor was in love with Steven the same way Steven loved Thor...and the same way too that Anthony loved Loki. But Loki had never kissed him, never drank his lips in, and so Anthony did need that verbal assurance that Steven was just to act as bodyguard and be returned to Thor.

One day.

"He's just a better catch than I am," Anthony said, arms moving to his side. "I mean, if you like dumb meatheads with too many ideals and no capacity for mischief." Anthony grinned and bent to kiss the hem of Loki's tunic in thanks and in apology before he stepped back and set his hands on his hips. "I've never gotten to boss him around before. So a trip to Midgard? Really? Should I pack the usual or is this an extended stay, enchanted trunk and all of your books sort of visit?"

He could be excited now that he knew his place with Loki was secure. Serving his Prince was all he needed in this life.

Loki did not need to kiss Anthony to understand the depth of his own feeling. He would be lost without his slave, but he was far too selfish, self aware, and intelligent to jeopardise all he had for the sake of an illicit romance. Anthony would understand and feel his worth in other ways, becoming the most trusted and constant of Loki's companions without ever overstepping the mark into unacceptable territory.

It was a balance that Thor failed to maintain.

"We shall need enough for an extended campaign, six months to a year. Weapons, armour, clothing, and books. Run now to the kitchens and have them prepare the salted meats and enchanted casks for fresh food, then find Steven and any other running slaves without current task. Send some to the shipyard to have the fleet readied, others to the generals of the armies. We sail in the morning, this night will be a busy one. Go, Anthony. Run."

When your master told you to run, you ran. Asgard was filled with new activity and the whispers were off of Thor All-Father and onto the idea of the new. It would be some time before any of the new blood was ready for ownership and the unclaimed Village would have to be expanded to hold the vast majority of the culled. Sorcerers would need to be prepared to find good genetic matches between existing slaves and new slaves. Compliance and beauty would be bred into the new stock and in sixty or seventy years, a century at most, the status quo would resume. There were many Advisors who spent the evening at the shipyard and roaming the courtyards recounting the tale of the first culling they took part in. The atmosphere around the kingdom, despite Odin's and Frigga's absence, was jovial.

Come the following evening, Thor made himself known in full armour, shining like the sun though it had long since hidden. Heimdall had arrived to gift Loki with the ability to guide their ship and those chosen for the task were already on board and looking out at those that would bid them a safe and successful journey.

Loki and his two slaves were joined by a regal looking crowned Prince, whose eyes did not stay to Steven, stood just behind the shorter Anthony.

"Bring me home someone strong and beautiful," Thor said, hand clasping Loki's forearm. "And someone clever for yourself." The Aesir on board hit their weapons against their shields and called their captain and commander onto the deck so that they could shove off. Only when Thor was away enough that his gaze might not be registered did he finally gaze upon his heartbroken lover.

And, selfishly, he hoped that Steven looked upon him too. Fondly. And without hate. He wished for understanding.

As the ship broke free from the ground, Thor lifted his hand. All of Asgard cheered that night with him and all would wait for Loki's return as well, already guessing the sorts of wonders that will be brought to them when next they saw the ship.

Steven could not hate his master... former master.

He had gone through the night as if in a dream, performing his duties swiftly and obediently but without passion. He wore Loki's colours and they startled him each time he passed a reflective surface, the green making his skin crawl. It was not the younger prince's fault; Steven did not hate Loki, he was even fond of him partially because of how much his master loved his brother. But he was not Thor, and that made him an undesirable master.

He watched his prince fade away as the boat began to sail into the Void, even the amazing sight of the branches of Yggdrasil laid out before him not garnering much more than a passing glance.

Anthony stood in pride of place at Loki's right shoulder as he commanded the fleet away from Asgard, his battle regalia shining and perfect. He glanced down, words soft. "Take Steven and advise him of his future, he must not look so sorrowful or talk will begin. My slave for long or not, I will not have it said that my property despises working for me."

Hand over his heart, Anthony bowed and glanced back at Steven. It took a moment to get his attention since he was still watching the little ball of darkness fade from them. He ended up having to tug at the familiar tunic. The black with green trim was one he often wore in summers or lazy days with Loki inside the library. He knew that Steven longed to feel the red, feel the burnished gold, against his skin.

And perhaps he would again. If Loki didn't harm him for moping around. "With me."

Below deck, Loki had sprawling chambers for a vessel of this size, three rooms strung together. His things were not yet unpacked and so Anthony used this as pretense for a discussion with his oldest friend.

"The tale Loki is telling is that Thor gifted you to him for this mission. It is evidently not unheard of. Oft times he would gift Loki James whenever Thor felt he was in need of protection. Our Master," he paused then because he did not like the word 'our' to describe Loki, "will return you to Prince Thor if his brother proves he can withstand temptation. This is temporary. Stop looking so heart sick. The crew already talks about the Prince's.... Uh. There's no other way to describe it, Steven. They think the crowned prince has an illness. His fixation on you might cost him everything. So this is just a little trip to keep that from happening. Stop being so charming and likable. You can learn a little something from me. No one likes me at the palace. Except you. Which is your problem again, see?"

He didn't include Bruce for a reason. He was still hurt by the rejection, even if it had simply been words.

"Besides. I've been reading up on how these raids go. You're going to have a lot of reaponsibility with initial breeding. You're beautiful and strong and Loki will likely name you to the task. So cheer up and shape up and you'll be back to wearing reds in a few years."

Even though Steven would likely never be loyal to Loki properly, except as the beloved brother of his true master, he could not help a twinge of grateful respect for the lie told. It was convincing and, best of all, it turned what could have been great shame for Thor and himself into honour and nobility, into self sacrifice in the name of protecting someone dear to the crown prince.

He knew, of course, that he was here to stop Thor pining for him. And he knew that this was how it had to be, he wanted to serve his master and he didn't want to ruin things, and so he would bear this. He would take this on as though this had been the task actually given to him, standing up straighter.

"I will protect Prince Loki to my last breath, then. He will not come to harm under my guard and watch."

Steven didn't think about how this might usurp a little of Anthony's position or make him jealous. Personal slave he might be, but Anthony wasn't the warrior of the pair of them, surely he would see that protection rights should go to Steven.

"I will sire as many new babes as he wants me to, and I will return to my master with honour."

Treasonous talk, especially as Loki was his master now. To say otherwise was such an insult.

The pair of them were idiots. Anthony stared at Steven as if he had grown two heads and one was mustached and shouting obscenities in a long dead language. Since he could, and since he was angry at Steven for the liberties he was taking and the disrespect he was showing to Prince Loki, Anthony grabbed hold of Steven’s tunic and hauled him down. “Listen to me carefully here or you’re going to find yourself abandoned on Midgard no matter how many pretty blond and blue eyed babies you produce for Asgard. Loki is your master. Loki is the one you will devote yourself entirely to. Anything he wishes, you’re going to do. You’re going to learn to anticipate everything he wants…. You’re going to be perfect or you’ll dishonor him. I can’t have that, do you understand me?”

He refrained from boxing the blond’s ears, though he really wanted to.

“And I’m the Prince’s primary. I know you’ve gotten used to ruling your little clan and I know Thor’s shown you favor that’s gotten him in more trouble than he ought to be in right now, and you and I both know that we love each other intensely, Steven, but I come first. Understand? I come first and you take direction only from me.”

He was nipping this traitorous talk in the bud. Now.

The last thing that Steven expected was for Anthony to try to go toe-to-toe with him physically, not when they both knew that he was by far the better warrior of the pair of them. Instinct almost had him tossing Anthony off, but affection held him still and made him listen to what his friend had to say.

He half bristled in return, because he would never be Loki's, not truly. He was Prince Thor's in his heart and he always would be, even if he were forced to wear another's colours and call another master verbally. He scowled up at Anthony.

"I know that you come first, and I'll take direction from you, but surely even you can see that I'm a better choice of bodyguard than you."

Perhaps his time with Thor had given him just a touch of arrogance.

“What do I care if you go marching off into battle? You just have to watch yourself, Steven. What how you speak and what how you treat our Master. Prince Thor is our Master’s brother and current All-Father…and that is all. Are you following me? Loki will and must always come first. And if you can’t at least figure out how to pretend that you love him, there’s going to be a huge problem here.” Anthony had no interest in battle. He liked souping up the aerial chariots and he liked designing weaponry, but he wasn’t much of a user of the technology he came up with. It was all for Loki’s glory anyway.

He didn’t want to go prematurely to Valhalla. Those few nights with the bandits where he surely thought he would die in disgrace left him clinging ever more tightly to life. Steven’s prowess didn’t affect him…mostly because he knew that Loki did not need a bodyguard. He was formidable, especially now that he possessed the casket.

Anthony had seen what he had been able to do and he didn’t fear for him in the slightest.

“Take a vow of silence if you need it, Steven. Because the next time you say that Thor is your master, I’ll have your lips sewn shut.” Anthony gave him a little shove, which didn’t do much, and then pointed at the chests. “All of Prince Loki’s books are in order. They’re to go on the shelves in the same order they’re laid out in the trunk. Don’t open any of them. He hates fingerprints on the pages.”

The very strange thing here was that he believed every word that Anthony said, and yet he knew his friend still loved him dearly. He would sew up his lips and still want to stand by his side all at once, and all because of Loki. He would need to be careful - not because he was scared of the threat, but because he didn't want to bring more dishonour down on Thor by not behaving as a proper slave should.

"Odin's ravens, Anthony," he murmured, immediately heading over to open up the first chest and see the stacks of books inside the carefully enchanted interior. This would take hours!

He took out the first ones and carefully put them onto the low shelves running around the cabin, each with a small lip to keep anything on them from falling off should the ship begin to rock.

"So tell me what I need to know about serving our master."

As discussing Loki was by far one of Anthony’s favorite pastimes, he found himself absolutely falling into his long-term discussion of what Loki did not like. He figured that would give Steven a good base for how to deal with Thor’s brother. It was not going to be easy, since Steven was used to a lot of personal freedom in public…and though Anthony had a lot of personal freedom in private, he wasn’t sure how that would work now that there would be an audience.

As they put things away, Anthony’s words became less heartfelt, less frequent. It could simply be that he was running out of Don’ts for Steve, but it was just as likely that he was starting to worry again about how his life with change now that Steven was in it. The blond always found a way to garner the most favor and sure, Loki liked the clever and the cunning….but he also liked being worshiped.

And Steven would be better at that.

Anthony left the main chamber and found the single room where he and Steven would sleep. It was a matchbox, two pairs of bunks sunken into the wall on either side of the door. “Reminds me a little of the village,” Anthony said as he fingered the fine fabric curtain that could be drawn across the coffin-like space where he would sleep. It was their only privacy. He chose the lower bunk on the right hand side, sitting on the fine mattress with his head ducked so he wouldn’t hit his head. He couldn’t straighten up on the sleep shelf so Steven would feel even more claustrophobic, surely.

So many don'ts.

Prince Thor commanded respect in public, of course, but his was a mostly straightforward temperament, it was easy to tell what would be acceptable with him and what wouldn't. But Anthony was listing different scenarios to tell whether Prince Loki would find certain behaviour welcome or completely unacceptable, and he listed them all as if they were obvious and completely without care to navigate.

He was glad for the thin curtain of privacy, it allowed him to sink his head down into his hands and cry silently.

Not that Anthony would be allowed much solitude. The little rudimentary communicators that he had rugged up so that Loki could command him from a distance lit up twice, then vibraed twice in case he had not been within visual range, to alert him that his master would be returning imminently and wished for both a bath and food to be prepared.

The crying was unfortunate and though Anthony would have left Steven to it, he wasn’t exactly sure how to navigate this world with additional ‘help.’ To have Steven anything but attentive, for Loki to dismiss or command at will, would be unacceptable. So he knocked a little on the bunk opposite his own, knuckles on burnished wood, and cleared his throat. “Hey. No idea where the kitchens are here. Err. Guess it’s a galley on a ship. Anyway, get some fish and roasted vegetables and some hard bread, enough for three… He eats half of what his brother does so don’t request too much. Waste on a trip like this is bad fortune.”

It would get Steven out of the cabin, and also let him clean himself up a little since that was the most important thing. Anthony would draw the bath in the chamber next door and by the time that Steven returned with his food, they could serve him in the water or once he had cleansed himself, whatever he wished.

The water was steaming when Loki returned, looking commanding with his hair braided and green eyes flashing. It didn't matter if Thor was the favored son. Anthony thought his master was the best.

“He understands. A little weepy but he’s been perfect since we were children together and he’ll get over it,” Anthony reported. “I threatened to sew his mouth up,” he added with a little grin.

"If such is required to keep him in line, you may have the authority to do so. He is under your command, you may designate tasks to him as you see fit."

This was a structure often used, but usually in large households with many slaves where it would make sense to not have to bother the master with every single one of them. There the personal slave was risen above the others, given access and given the orders and then the authority to dish those orders out. It would be highly unusual to do that in a two slave system, but Loki did not care. He would keep Steven for his brother, but Anthony was his personal slave and he had desire for no other.

This should also keep Anthony from becoming insecure of his position or favour.

Loki peeled off his clothing rather than allowing it to vanish, a silent sign that he wished them washed and polished. He must be perfect for his armies the whole campaign, it was his first in command. Naked, he stepped into the steaming water and allowed himself to relax.

"Join me, wash and rebraid my hair."

A highly personal task, a gift of sorts to reward Anthony for his handling of the situation and discretion so far.

“It shouldn’t come to that,” Anthony said, setting about his task, obviously soothed. He unbraided Loki’s hair with care, noting the plaits that he would put back in once the shining locks of unruly black were washed and dried. “He’s sad. If I was separated from you…whenever I have been separated from you…I’ve never really been myself. But he’s strong. He’ll fall in line. I don’t think I’ll need to bust out the needle and thread after all.”

Bathing was relaxing. In the water, he couldn’t feel the slight vibrations of the ship through the Void. He couldn’t hear the low hum of the crew moving about as they prepared themselves for landfall sometime in the next few days.

“I set the tales of the last culling out on your desk if you wanted to review them, but it looks like it was written by a kid. Mostly pictures and stories of valor,” Anthony laughed. “There’s really not that much on current Midgardian culture, though. I can’t wait to see it.”

He imagined a society a little like what the tale mentioned…a little like what Asgard or Vanaheim was. Just more rustic. People huddled around fires, no knowledge of magic or technology, of other worlds and races… This felt like they were bringing a revelation to his people.

He was proud of that.

"I know a little of Midgard now, but only from my observations while learning to walk between the branches of Yggdrasil, it was a safe destination to travel to."

He had not seen much of it, not nearly enough to understand how the culture had grown and changed, but enough to have seen a few buildings and know that it had changed. He wasn't surprised, such was the mercurial nature of mortals, an interesting and yet flawed way to live.

"Their buildings have changed, their technology has grown more advanced, yet they are still as mayflies. Such short lives, unable to change anything of their own, trapped in an endless cycle of war between their own kind. They lack leadership, they lack purpose. It is for us to provide that purpose."

“I know why Midgard exists, I know it is important to allow for a wild cultivation of genetic diversity, but I feel a little sad for them,” Anthony said. “They’re as much my people as they aren’t. Not all Midgardians on Asgard get the benefit to serve like I do, but at least they had a chance at something meaningful. The wild ones we’re going to take our pick from… The ones we’re going to leave behind… I just feel bad for them.” Anthony almost never made mention of anyone other than himself. He was a selfish creature and the plight of others didn’t concern him. And yet, he made great, sweeping outreaches too, making sure every Midgardian in the bandit camp had a job at the palace, for instance, or protecting those that worked in the kitchen from a wrath they did not deserve. It showed more forethought than most thought Midgardians capable of.

Then again, Loki did too, now that it was known who was his genetic kin, even if he was still considered to have the blood of the Aesir with his lineage being that of his adopted parents.

Anthony took his time in the bath. He gave Loki everything he might want, always waiting for him to initiate anything no matter his current feelings or wishes. He didn’t care if Steven was fast or slow with his own task. He wanted every moment alone with Loki that he could get.

"Do not sorrow for them. Unlike many races who cannot hope to achieve the life that we hold on Asgard, those of Midgard are ignorant of their plight. Their short lives breed even shorter memories, and though the last raid was only fifteen hundred years before, their race may not recall it at all."

Even though Anthony was a Midgardian and knew how little mortals lived without an infusion of apples, it must seem very bizarre and disgustingly lax to forget so soon. He had spent his time being taught lessons from books many hundreds of thousands of years old.

Loki waited patiently while Anthony finished washing, drying, and braiding his hair once more, before pulling him down into his lap in the bath and taking him in a leisurely way. Only just finishing when Steven appeared with food on a tray, more than Loki would eat, though much less than Thor would, and a variety for he hadn't yet learned which foods Loki liked the most.

"There is too much here," said Loki, disapproving. "You and Anthony may assist in eating it today, but bring wasteful amounts again and I will have you punished."

Poor Steven. At least he had made the effort. And perhaps he would be able to house down any left overs so that the trays could return to the galley empty. Anthony knew that Steven could really eat but he was unsure if it would be this amount. He knew the blond was trying though. Even if he'd went ahead and gotten more than Anthony initially suggested. Root vegetables and fish were at least on the menu, even if he'd also gotten other meats that Loki didn't always care for as much.

"He'll learn, my prince," Anthony said as he lazily lifted himself from Loki's lap and then cleaned himself a bit before stepped out of the tub. He dried quickly and helped Steven set the table (for Loki alone, though he and Loki often took meals together at the table, but none knew that). After that, he helped Loki out of the bath, carefully and affectionately drying his skin. "He's a faster learner than he looks."

Steven would not be used to being treated so formally but Anthony often was when any other happened to be around. He knew hi place and he proved his place in public. Steven had to learn this. Under Thor's privacy he could enjoy his master as he wished but it was all about appearance otherwise.

If Steven knew just how close Prince Loki and Anthony were, and that their relationship also bordered very close to the inappropriate and scandalous, then he would definitely be taking advice from him. Because none suspected, none would ever suspect. Prince Loki treated Anthony with kindness, but not with any particular affection, and Anthony was always perfectly in line with his duties.

They did not need grand gestures and words.

The tiniest upturn to Loki's lips as he took his seat said how pleased he was with Anthony's current performance. He gestured to the trays after he had taken his choice, fish and vegetables with wine, and left the majority of meats behind.

"Both of you eat, and then I have new daily duties to assign you. You may take the tray into your cabin and speak privately if you wish, I want to read as I eat and will appreciate the solitude."

Though Anthony would never openly say how much he loved his Master, and since Steven was not Bruce and had no idea just how it had been for him for that year apart, he did sit with Steven on the floor of their tiny room and stare into his face. The door was shut but he never assumed himself to be private with Loki.

"That is how you prove your love to your Master when any is around to see," Anthony said, being overt just this once. "Don't you remember your lessons? Or what Bruce taught us all the those year ago? What happens when you are alone with your master is for your master to dictate. But when any other watch, that is when you need to dictate yourself."

He knew the despair Steven felt for he had felt it too. Only then, he'd tended an empty room for a year with very few other duties and had not known if Loki would ever return. At least Steven had some hope.

He picked at the poultry, delicately eating as Loki did because it pleased his master not to have a mess.

"But back to task... Loki ate a whole lot more than he usually does, so that should give you an example of how much to bring next time. Or if he lets me, I'll go with you and show you. So what's the ship like? I know you helped outfit it but I haven't had the chance to see it. It looks pretty cool."

Steven couldn't help but bristle just a bit at the advice, because he hadn't yet seen how much Anthony and Loki did love one another in private. It felt like being given sterile advice by property who just couldn't understand what it had been like. He had felt like his prince's best friend, his confidant, and they had made one another happy. Anthony didn't look happy, he looked confined.

But maybe that was just Steven's bias talking.

He ate much less delicately, ravenously tearing through the beautifully cooked food, almost tempted to bring too much each time so that he continued to be allowed food fit for the prince rather than slave fare, but he knew that would result in punishment so it was only idle.

"We're the flagship and carry four thousand warriors, as well as a complement of five hundred slaves of varying positions. There are sixteen ships following us, some with higher quantities of slaves, some with warriors, three with healers. There are weapons rooms on the higher decks, and space marked out for training on the upper deck."

He sighed, wiping some grease from his mouth.

"What duties do you think Prince Loki has for us?"

That was unfortunate for Steven. Anthony could do nothing about it. His relationship with Loki was his and he wanted to keep it that way, without any gossip fouling it all up.

He focused on the size of the fleet, on the amount of ships, instead, and commented on the amount of slaves that they would be training on the journey back to Asgard with a few stops at other realms to drop off and sell slaves that proved to be too unruly. They weren't all equal in the eyes of the Asgardians but their hardest critics would be the Midgardian slaves that had been bred for this sort of thing.

Anthony imagined that all of the slaved were buzzing happily about new duties or the thought of help as their trained new stock.

"Honestly, Loki's heart is fickle and it could be anything from polishing his boots to training with the warrior slaves. A good use for you, either task, with those muscles!" Anthony was hoping for more bedsport later but he could wait until his master was once more in the mood.

Loki had them back into the main rooms of his chambers before long to give them the duties that Steven had wondered about. The Midgardian had been a good pick for a slave for Thor, and likely would not have fallen into issues if James had not died and taken Thor's attention away from him. But he was not right as a slave for Loki, too solid and not adaptable enough.

"Anthony, when you are not required in service to me, you will join the slaves assigned to determine which of the new stock is viable for breeding, work, and sale. Steven, you will report to the warriors and ready yourself for capture." Anthony's work was a high profile job, but not a dangerous one. More honour went to the warriors, but Loki knew that Anthony, like him, was no fool ruled by his muscles.

He stood and stretched. "Steven, go now. Anthony, I have work for you to do here." Which meant that he desired some time alone to properly relax.

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