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I come from a land of ice and snow

Asgard sat atop the branches of Yggdrasil since time began, and little had changed in their society in the years since. Each Asgardian was long-lived into the millennia, their lands were fertile, their people brave and strong. They had their vassals, their allies, and their enemies. Yet even those who opposed them respected the might of the Golden Dias, and the royalty who sat upon it. Currently that was Odin Borson, though he grew weary more easily now and had begun to consider passing the throne to his eldest son.

He had been blessed with many children, but only two that he considered worthy of his lineage and status. His firstborn, Thor, strong and honourable and everything an Asgardian warrior should be. His second son, Loki, was not natural born, though none knew that but his wife. He was different, a creature of magic and mayhem, of sharp intelligence. Both were worthy, but together they would take Asgard to a new prosperity, he was certain of it.

Midgard, where the mortals dwelt, was a land raided every few centuries for stock. It was seen as a breeding ground, much like a corral for cattle. Mortals were lesser, short-lived and weak, they were fit only as slaves. The last raid had taken place when Loki had been but a baby, nearly a thousand years ago, but the mortals that had been taken had been bred and cared for so that a healthy slave population still thrived. Slaves were given a weakened mixture of Idunn's crop with their food, to extend their natural lives to at least a few centuries in order to make them worth the effort to train. They had no rights, but they were taught well that this was their natural position.

All slave children were raised in a central pen and taught the same when small, those that then displayed talent at cooking, riding, hunting, housework, artisan skills, or singing were then measured off to be specially trained for higher masters. Every five years those who could afford to buy a slave, or those of high enough status to simply demand them, came to the corral and chose. Those who were chosen were special, were envied, and those who were not ended up working the fields out in the far reaches of Asgard, the most menial of work.

Anthony and Steven had been friends since they were little and being raised in the large pens together. Both had excelled, Anthony at crafting and Steven at warrior's skills, but neither were chosen when they were five, nor ten, nor even fifteen. Now, at twenty, it was their final chance to be chosen before they would be assigned to one of the meanest farmers beyond the borders of the great capital. Steven woke Anthony as the dawn rose, mingled excitement and nerves on his face.

"Anthony! Wake up, I've got news! I heard the overseer talking to one of the passing guards, and Princes Thor and Loki are coming to the corral today."

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The feeling was mutual. She could see in this Thor a more arrogant and less bending form of her future husband, one who had been allowed to grow too much without a tempering influence and who now thought far too much with his heart instead of his head. She would make sure that her husband surpassed this fool even though he was well short in years to match him.

"These are not your property. Perhaps in your reality Midgard is a planet of slaves, but that is not so here, nor was it so in the reality of the Midgard that you pillaged and stole from. You have invaded what is not yours, you have taken beyond the bounds that have been assigned to you, and that is an act of war."

She hated this man, she hated this Asgard.

"But I do not wish war, and neither will my people. We will rise to it if we have to, but to see blood shed on all sides when you could leave and not seek to take what is not yours to take would be the final proof that you have no honour. I have been taught that all have their place on Yggdrasil, even those I do not understand or care for, such as the Fire Giants of Muspelheim, it seems these are lessons that have passed you by."

Thor’s brother was right. This branch was poisoned. “I pity you,” Thor said, though his voice had dimmed. “I pity those that must live under your weak willed Asgard. There must be many wars, much instability. Peace is not achievable the way you live, just as it had not been when my brother invaded Midgard. He told me of the horrors found upon the Realm.”

Tony stayed silent despite his increasing anger. His mouth felt bitter, like he was licking batteries, and maybe a little numb from the pain of this encounter.

He knew these people had been unreasonable. He knew it. And he’d allowed Loki to put herself in danger. Despite her age, she was a kid. He had known and felt guilty about that when he slept with her so why would he not do everything in his power to keep this from growing worse?

He could not hold his tongue much longer.

“I need you to take a step back. If you don’t like it here, go back to where you’re from and leave us alone.”

"My companion speaks truly; this is not your realm or reality, and if you do not like what you see then you must leave. But you are wrong, there have been no major wars within my Yggdrasil since the days of Bor All-Father, when Muspelheim last rebelled against the yoke of vassalage. We keep our peace not through force, but through negotiation."

Through marriage.

It was one of the reasons she had been betrothed to Thor since she was born, and why when they had a son that one of the daughters of Alfheim would be betrothed to him so that they may take their place as All-Mother when the time came.

"If there is war here now it will be of your doing, is that the legacy you wish to leave behind? That just because you do not understand or agree with a thing, that you will respond by violence? It is I who pity you."

“It is the sworn duty of Asgard to rule all,” Thor bit back. Loki would likely have had better chance negotiating with anyone else. Thor was so indoctrinated on what his role and duty was that he could see nothing. “If each Asgard is not up to the task, it is our great and terrible burden to assist. It is unseemly for there to be no recourse here for you to turn to.”

He stood, his great bulk standing tall and proud, though he showed no sign of attack.

“I wish to speak with the All-Father of this universe,” Thor said and Tony leaned back, arms crossed, and glanced at Loki. This had escalated in the wrong way. And quick.

He was an idiot, an idiot and a bloodthirsty warlike creature, what a terrible thing for Asgard to be ruled over by one like him. Would he subjugate all who disagreed with him? Is that how things worked in their worlds?

"Why would I assist you in gaining an audience with the All-Father, when you do not even show proper deference to the rulers of the realm you are on? Asgard may stand at the pinnacle of Yggdrasil, but that does not make the other branches lesser in comparison."

She could already tell she was losing this battle, he was so stupid. Did he not see that only be negotiation and agreeing to accept their differences, to return to their own worlds, would war be avoided? Did he care so little for the lives of the men under him that he would doom many thousands to death for his own arrogance?

“Will you excuse us?” Tony stood too, hand out to Thor, who looked half incredulous and half angry by being told to wait by a mortal. Tony gently put a hand on Loki’s shoulder and headed out of the room to stand on the edge of the glacier they had taken shelter in. He was starting to feel the cold, but it was tolerable inside. Outside? Well, they couldn’t linger. “You’re talking to a guy who is taking the White Man’s Burden on a cosmic level.”

He knew Loki wouldn’t understand so he tried to give the Cliff Notes version of imperialism and that the ‘civilized,’ white Europeans had a strong belief that they were directed by God to go out and tame the noble savages of the places that they were conquering and trying to settle.

“You can’t change the mind of someone with that belief. You have to appeal to the fact that he probably doesn’t want to start a war, not why he should live and let live. All you’re doing right now is cementing into his mind that he has to invade because this universe is so backwards that he would be doing the wrong thing to let it suffer. He’s not going to listen to me. I’m inferior to him. So, and don’t zap me or kill me for this, but you really need to check your pride here.”

It was getting them in trouble again.

Loki had no issue with Tony pulling her outside, he was her equal in this conversation and, in fact, had far more right than her to be angry at the Asgardians and far more right to fear a war. After all, if Asgard demanded the Midgardians in recompense then it could be that they would be forsaken by Jotunheim in order to prevent a war that would weaken them all.

"What would you have me say?"

She looked a little annoyed, but mostly confused.

"I have tried to tell him that he should not want a war, what other reasons should I give? I did not realise that I was speaking with pride, only with truth."

“You’ve got to sound pitiful. Not worth his time. Men like that want their egos stroked and they want to have fun. If they’re forced into conquering a universe, that leaves absolutely no fun time for them.” Tony hoped he was reading the other alien’s cues correctly. Thor was quick to anger. He remembered that on the hellicarrier when a little offhand remark had him choked out. And he’d seen this one in action over Rogers.

Tony lightly cupped Loki’s cheek. She was his lover even if she looked like a child and he tried to treat her with affection when he could. She deserved that and this was going to be a difficult task.

“You’re supposed to have a silver tongue, right? Tell the guy what he wants to hear. Ask him to tell you how he rules so maybe you can install his system here. We just need them to go away.”

Though she understood the necessity of a lie more than most, even she made a face of disgust when he suggested that she should pretend to want to implement this regime here where there was a far better balance.

"You believe that he would be so foolish as to believe, after all of our argument, that we have seen the benefits of his world and he would leave with no further issue?"

She could hardly imagine that anyone could be so stupid as to be taken in by that, surely they would be seen through in seconds?!

“Have you met a Thor?” Tony wasn’t being cute or fasceous. He really did believe that they could angle this, if Loki was reluctant but willing to see the course. “You can’t massage it a little? Say that you don’t believe in slavery exactly but as the future All-Mother, you can see merit in Asgard being a strong ruling body?”

He threw his hands up in frustration. He had to rely on the girl to pull this off or they were going to die in the very near future and their universe, Loki’s original and Tony’s adopted, would implode.

“If we get out of this? First thing... we are figuring out a way to keep every universe separate because c’mon, this is just insane.”

Loki watched Tony try to contain his passion and his fear within eloquence and she respected that, they were similar in these ways where they tried to do good and yet could not help but follow their own slightly chaotic impulses at times as well. She reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder, carefully above his clothing and only for a second so as not to burn him.

"This is why I need you. I hope to bring wisdom to my husband and see Asgard rise, but it seems I need you to bring wisdom to me. If he is stupid enough to fall for such a ploy then he deserves to return to his home with his tail between his legs."

Believe her, she would dedicate her life to closing these portals, perhaps she saw the wisdom of regulating that travel with the Bifrost.

"You must attempt to look servile, then."

“Non I have to look angry. I have to look hurt. And you have to put me in my place.” It wasn’t just Thor that they needed to convince. It was Steve too. He had the prince’s ear and his pillow and so he really needed to at least be momentarily convinced that this was happening. “I’m going to say some terrible things but you must keep trying to remind me that this will save my people and that I might even be happy looking up to a different ruler than myself. Or something. Ad lib it.”

He wasn’t too certain about how this would turn out, even if he pretended to be. He wanted to be that person to bring wisdom to someone after all. He’d done a lot of hurt at home and a lot of hurt on their journey here.

It was time to give back a little.

And he felt things for Loki that he didn’t, or hadn’t, felt before. So that helped.

Loki did not like this plan and she did not think that it would work, but they had tried her methods and they similarly had not worked and so it could not surely do any harm to try what Tony thought. She hesitated to give him a brief warm smile and then her entire countenance shifted into annoyance and she raised her voice to be heard inside as she stalked back.

"You have overstepped the line far too often. It is through Jotunheim's might and generosity that you have even a place to survive, and yet still you think over and over to style yourself my equal?!"

She stepped back into the room and brushed past Steven to sit opposite Thor once more, feigning an attempt at trying to calm down.

"I apologise for our negotiations being so disrupted."

And they were on.

Luckily, Tony had enough pent up anger and frustration by all of this that it took very little for him to get riled up. He stalked back in after Loki and again put a hand on her elbow. “Are you kidding me? I’m all for the greater good, but we are people. You literally just got done telling this Blond Bozo that exact same thing!”

His added a hiss to the end of that as he tried to force Loki to look at him.

“If they go to war over this, there’s a good chance we can even win!”

A blustery Thor, who had remained standing with his arms at his sides, narrowed his eyes. “You barely live for but a moment,” he said, not to Loki, but to Tony. “You do not see the picture at large. It matters not the strength of each army.” And this was where his time on the throne had taught him well, and the near loss of his brother to Jotunheim. “War of this magnitude will lead to destruction on both sizes. We will reign victorious, no matter the price we pay.” And while boastful and prideful, Thor spoke grimly. Even Steven looked a little shocked that his prince played his hand, that he saw this princess’ way. “It is difficult to rule. Most can not manage it. Few genuinely want to. But we have spent generations without war, and for good reason. Each Realm must know their place and accept their place. Asgard’s is to rule. The rest must kneel.”

Tony hated to say it but Thor spoke a lot of truth there. His own, twisted truth, but he knew where he was coming from. Sympathy for the devil was real. “Uh. Hello? We did just fine before we knew aliens existed!”

"No, you did not."

Loki allowed frustration to colour her own voice, body rigid with tension as she spoke, putting her whole self into playing this part. "We have discussed at length the issues your Midgard had before any knowledge of Asgard came to you, you were fractured and fractious, you cannot believe that you were fine."

She sighed, passing a hand over her face.

"Though I do not agree with every method used, I do see that you need guidance and restriction if you are to flourish in the future. Perhaps it could have been something I discussed with Asgard if there had not been a potential war to think on."

The beautiful thing about all of this was that they didn’t really have to act. Frustration and anger, that was all really there. Thor probably couldn’t have thought his way out of a paper bag, but he obviously had spotted their poor acting before and so Tony just went for it, letting his face redden and his eyes turn liquid in his sheer disgust at what was being said.

“Take me back! Take me back to Vanaheim and to my people and we’ll leave you alone. We were doing okay on our own until you looted from us! And by the way? I still haven’t had a second to myself to fix that. We don’t need you and your wars. Leave us out of this.”

Steven glanced at Thor, who was watching this exchange with intent, eyes wider than before and chin thrust forward in thought. “War would be a burden neither of our universes could withstand. My brother is angry for your meddling, however. He will require recompense.”

"And where shall you go? You are parasites upon the kindness of Vanaheim only because of their friendship with us, you do not belong and you have naught to bargain with. You have no value, only the kindness of Jotunheim protecting you."

Loki sneered at Tony as if she really believed this and turned once more to face Thor and his blond slave, relying on both her acting skills and the alien physiology of a Jotnar face to keep the ruse going.

"And what recompense would you ask for? Surely you have taken all of use from these mortals, and any discipline here should come from our realm if we are ever to establish a proper order."

“They are a poison. Their kind are a poison. We wouldn’t want them save for dead. Perhaps that will satisfy my brother, if this infection was eliminated.” Thor stroked his chin and glanced at Steven. “They are your race. What would you have us do?”

Thor needed his brother for these things. He needed Loki to tell him which way to turn. He was just a boy himself, only a few centuries into his majority, and he didn’t have all of the answers. He didn’t even pretend he did, despite his gusto. He was an actor, not a thinker. And it showed.

He was thinking of capturing the princess since she helped the mortals and Loki would likely enjoy meeting himself (and destroying himself), but he would see what Steven devised first.

Loki would allow perhaps some small concessions in order to avoid war, but she couldn't allow the Midgardians to be slaughtered wholesale when there was not truly an animosity between them, and when they were under Jotnar protection. But she was careful not to show as much, face schooled to mildly annoyed curiosity as she also looked to Steven.

He scrunched up his brow in earnest thought, always so open no matter what he did. Deception wasn't in his soul as it could be for Anthony, and so he tended to believe what he saw as long as it was convincing.

"I think that would seem petty, my prince," he murmured, in the language of the Aesir. "We left them to survive as they would on the training moon, to kill them for moving from there seems unnecessary. Perhaps the best course of action would be to find a way to make certain our realms could never come into contact again to prevent the infection from spreading."

Tony needed to learn Arsir a little better. He’d picked up enough to work the skiff that they had stolen but outside of that, he was at a loss. It was going to be a favor to ask the princess for if he lived.

And that was uncertain. He could barely understand what Steven was saying and so he grimaced and tried not to read too much into that that earnest voice and doe-like eyes focused on Thor. He didn’t even look at the prince and instead stomped his way around and tugged at his hair as if he was distressed.

As if? No. He was. If this ploy didn’t work they could very well be ended here.

Thor regarded Steven for a moment. “It will be up to myself to convince my brother to take this quarrel elsewhere. It has been proven that the children do not carry the poison of their twisted parentage and so if we were to seal off this universe, it may be enough. I will admit to being wary in regards to my bother’s state.” Thor knew what it was like to love outside of convention and how emotion could turn that love into stupidity.

He turned towards the princess.

“You will wait here. I will leave Steven with you. Should you harm him in anyway, any potential deal will be revoked. I will return by tomorrow’s dusk.”

Loki, luckily, could understand the Aesir and she pleaded internally with Thor to accept that proposal. It was what they wanted to happen as well, a sealed way for neither of their realities to come into contact again, safety for the mortals under their protection from the slavers of another realm.

Steven did not want to stay here with these people, but he wouldn't dream of disobeying his master in front of others. He just gave his prince a slightly sad look, a look that said he wished he could reach out and touch him for comfort and support, but knew that he couldn't.

"My prince, remember that you are to be All-Father, Prince Loki may need you to protect him from himself."

He said it in the lowest of murmurs before he moved to stand beside the other Anthony, Loki stood and folded her arms.

"In respect for not wishing for a war I will obey your tenants, and trust that you will obey the terms of truce until after we have spoken at tomorrow's dusk."

Leaving Steven was difficult, but a calculated risk. Thor was better with strategy than negotiation and he hoped to prove that Stevens well being would show his brother that they didn’t have to kill anyone and could avoid war. He also hoped that leaving Steven might help this old version of his brither’s slave calm down. He put one hand in Stevens shoulder and squeezed. “Your duty is to protect Princess Loki. This Midgardian has proven capabilities. If his communication devise could become a weapon, he might make it so. He is angry with decisions made for him. Do your best here to keep peace.”

Thor assumed that Anthony the Elder might attack, after all. And that would be terrible for relations to continue going so well.

He left with the swing of a hammer and Tony frowned at the scarred, short haired version of a guy he could barely stand and who probably disliked him just as much.

“Let’s stick to English,” he grumbled. “If you’re going to decide my fate, I kinda want to know what it is.”

Steven watched until his master was fully out of sight before he turned to the two he had been left with. He would take the order to protect the princess seriously and moved to stand at her shoulder respectfully, though to be this near to any Jotnar was a strange thing considering the animosity he was used to between their two realms.

"I will 'stick to English' in deference to your inability to understand more civilised languages, but we do not have any say in these decisions and so it does not matter if you know or not." He bent his neck to the princess, respectful while being a lesser show of deference than he would give an Aesir. "Princess Loki, I will protect you should you require it."

Loki raised an eyebrow, but they would need to keep up this pretence now a full day if they were to be successful, and so she simply waved a hand. "I do not need protection from mortals, but if you would both fetch me some dinner then that would be a useful use of your time."

“Yeah I don’t think so,” Tony said, angrily, before Steven literally hoisted him up and marched outside to find something to eat for a princess in a wasteland with a kicking, yelling, so very weak version of his best friend and brother half over his shoulder.

Tony had had better days.

Back at where they had taken shelter, under the cover of the dark sky, Thor blustered towards his brother’s tent inside their cave. He heard no sounds of coupling, not that it would have stopped him. He pulled back the tent flap and walked in no matter what his brother and his slave were up to.

“Brother! We must speak and it can not wait!”

Loki and Anthony had engaged in some bed sport after the vulnerable confessions of love that could never be repeated within earshot of anyone else, but thankfully they had both spent their seed by the time that Thor interrupted them. Loki was asleep in his furs, looking calm and content for once, whether Anthony was by his side or whether his slave was doing something else through lack of sleep.

He sat up at once, however, as soon as his brother simply barged in without waiting for permission to enter. He yawned and passed a hand over his face, lazily reclining back and not bothering to cover his nakedness for there was no need for shame.

"Is it truly so urgent? Or will this have me teaching you the definition of the word once more."

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