fossilised | Jotunheimr

Thor’s protection from the cold and from the touch of a Jotun was still, thankfully, in place. Otherwise, he would have been burned black with frostbite a hundred times over. Odin might have taken his strength and his ability to heal (or be invulnerable), but he thankfully had not forbade Frigga from giving her son a charm that would keep him safe from the nature of the people he would be forced to stay with. To do otherwise might as well sentence Thor to accidental death and that was not at all what Odin wanted.

“Hot springs?” The thought sounded delightful. Thor had not bathed in a long time and he’d heard that multiple hot springs in various Realms had restorative properties.

His hand felt a little too warm for comfort and so he thought himself foolish to decline the offer. He did not wish for the hand that held his drinks to have difficulty in lifting cups at Loki’s feast! He’d never sampled Jotun ale and he should very well like to, even if he knew better than to assume that the feast would be much more grand than what he himself he brought from the Free Market.

Jotunheim had few resources.

“I shall accept your offer if Loki will once more Guide me in that direction…?” Ah Thor. How he played right into everything.

That was all the blessing that Loki needed.

His dam would not have suggested that they bathe together in a secluded place, an activity that often led to other activities best performed naked, if he had not intended for Loki to continue his seduction of the Odinson. The bow he gave to his dam was just low enough to show that he understood and was thankful that his plan was being trusted.

"Come, then, I have no doubt that it will take hours to clean the stench from your skin enough to be acceptable at a feast."

It was said with a grin, however, as he pulled Thor out of the throne room and out into the corridors. He took them on a winding route down below the castle, to caverns that were lit with bio-luminescence that made the water seem an almost alive entity of greens and blues. The steam that rose from it only served to add to the atmosphere, creating an artificial veil that shrouded areas of Loki as he began to disrobe.

Thor thought so very little of anything that might be occurring that he pulled off his own clothing quickly without doing much to see the place that surrounded him. He might have found it beautiful, he might have found a great many things beautiful, but right now, the idea of the water was just a good idea.

He was already splashing into it when Loki made move to join him.

“Will I be fishing you out from overheating again? Your parents will think I’ve tried to kill you.”

"The waters of Jotunheim, no matter how hot or cold, will not harm a Jotnar. They are just another form of the snow, after all, and that is connected to us through our very blood."

Loki waded into the water alongside Thor. Naked, his body was completely covered in the raised Kyn lines that marked him as Laufey's barn. He also appeared male anatomically, at least for now, because he did not wish to repulse or confuse Thor before he had become smitten.

"My muscles are weary from our travels. Tell me, what do the warriors of Asgard do to relax?"

He knew full well what they did, it was why he asked.

Thor laughed at first before his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He wasn’t stupid. At least, he wasn’t as stupid as some people believed him to be. There was a tilt to his head and a smirk to the corners of his lips. “Why do you ask,” he drew out, as if he was aware for the first time of Loki’s intention, though he had no idea why. “You are not an Asgardian warrior. We have not been through battle.”

But Loki had been attacked. Thor had saved him from a blade and from the Vanir.

Surely that counted?

He dropped his aching hand into the water and watched Loki for a few long moments before he shrugged away his own question. “I’m sure it’s the same with all warriors. It is customary to relax by steady and controlled release of energy is it not?”

Thor should have trusted his instincts and stuck to the suspicions that he had, because Loki had decided that this would be the ideal time to rut and get the Aesir to feel for him something more than mere friendship. He knew that the Aesir did not equate sex with love, but he imagined that Thor was the sort who, if he enjoyed a truly sensual lay, might find himself somewhat enamoured.

"I trust you would have no objections to assisting with such a release of energy?"

He pushed through the water towards Thor, crimson eyes dancing merrily in the low light of the cavern and skin seeming almost to shimmer with the water running down deep blue flesh.

"Am I not pleasing to you?"

This was a question many had asked Thor before they had managed to get him into their furs or push him back towards his own tent. He’s never needed to pursue anyone, not with how amorous his fellows tend to be. And how many he happens to find attractive.

He’s never seen anyone like Loki before, though, and the Valkyrie are fans of blue body paint. There’s something about the combination, and about Loki’s closeness, that just clicks for him.

Or maybe it always clicks because he’s a young Aesir with a massive libido? Either way, he spends the Next moments really looking Loki over.

“I find you very pleasing. You know that. But I do not quite believe that you find me the same.”

"What makes you say that?"

He was genuinely curious because he didn't remember showing any revulsion over Thor's form. Truly, though his pink skinned and oddly shaped body was alien to him, he did not find him displeasing to look at. If he found him utterly repulsive, then there would never have been any thought of pursuing the path that he had set for himself.

"If you may find a Jotnar pleasing, why then may I not find an Aesir just as pleasing?"

He did not usually have to persuade his bed partners so much, he was more used to being the one pursued.

“Because of who I am. And what I am. And you don’t look like the others.” Thor finally Reached for Loki as if it was his idea. “Your skin isn’t ice. It feels soft.”

Farbauti did not have soft hands at all. She had icy pillars and Thor had not flinched from them but he hadn’t been welcoming of them either.

In this light, Loki looked radiant. Luminous. His hand shifted from Loki’s shoulder to his upper arm to draw him in closer.

"I was born as the war came to a close, I do not bear the same hatred to Aesir that many of my elders do, and I am wise enough to look past the lessons that Helblindi has taken so much to heart. What you are is merely an accident of birth, much as what I am. I will judge you on your actions, not on your species."

Semi-truth. He did have some prejudice towards Aesir, of course, but that could surely be forgiven considering what their land had suffered because of those of Asgard. But that would be a prejudice that needed to be buried from now on, he would forge them into a better people as his revenge.

He allowed Thor to draw him in closer, and ran fingers down his side to test where exactly an Aesir might be sensitive. This would be a new learning experience for them both.

Thor shouldn’t be sensitive most places. He shouldn’t have to contend with any semblance of mortality but here he was, painful as it might be, susceptible to blade and to touch. Maybe the touch wasn’t so bad, though. Thor watched the way Loki tilted his head, the shine of his dark skin reflecting from the soft glow of the water.

The touch made him shiver.

“You have already been judging me on my actions. You have told me many times now that you find me lacking.”

Despite the words, Thor’s hands sheened across cold skin. It was not unpleasantly chilled, but it was strange that he could still be so cold when dipped in delightfully scalding water.

Thor enjoyed the juxtaposition.

Loki allowed the touch on his skin, feeling the way that it allowed arousal to pool in his belly like a warm glow that seemed to rival even the heat of the water. He chuckled softly, a throaty sort of noise as he moved in to nip at the skin just below Thor's earlobe.

"It is because I see your potential. You, my bright son of storms, could be truly great. A King to make the realms quake if he needed, and one to protect them as they should be protected. I tell you that you are lacking because I see what it is you could be, if only you applied yourself."

How many of Thor's friends told him that he would be a great King? All of them, likely, but all would also likely do it blindly and pretend not to see his faults. Loki's praise was true, and so were the reasons behind how harsh he could be.

"I can taste the lightning on you, Odinson, it's in your blood and soul."

Everything Loki said we’re things that Thor desperately and whole heartedly wanted Loki to say. He reacted well to the touches, yes, but it was the words that roused him, that gave him spirit. He had come a long way with the Jotun, from hostile to tolerated to hostile and finally to accepting. He’d already been partially smitten, both by the exoticness offered to him and because Loki treated him as a person other than a prince. Even his friends, of late, since his coronation as crowned prince, really, as something above them.

But Loki? Loki saw himself as superior. And that got under Thor’s skin, wriggling around until it owned him and itched at him and made him want to prove himself to be his equal again.

Thor’s fingers slipped through Loki’s dark braids as his body responded mightily to the nips and the feel of a chilled breath on his ear. Thor certainly was not lacking in certain areas.

“So you did lure me down here to feast upon me after all,” Thor chuckled, voice deep and from the base of his throat. “I suppose I am helpless to you. Tell me, what more do I taste of? A storm can not sustain you, surely.”

"Ah, but you cannot taste the magnitude of this storm, it could level whole kingdoms if it were just allowed to be set free."

There was magic inside Thor just as surely as there was magic inside Loki. Perhaps he did not believe it, liked to think that it was Mjolnir that granted him his power over the heavens, but it was in his blood. Loki wanted to feel that storm, to stand in the eye of it and leash it to himself.

It made him more forward, more passionate. He slid his hand between Thor's legs to grasp the length of him without embarrassment or shyness, feeling the thick muscle and the way his soft skin moved under his touch.

“I would not care to level whole kingdoms,” Thor groaned into Loki’s touch. “My people have done enough harm. How about if I give you just a small taste of it and we keep the rest locked up?”

Of course, Thor didn’t know what Loki could sense. It was too innate, too much apart of himself. And too easily explained away by his parents. That Thor was born as he was, with the power he was, frightened Odin.

He’d seen what it did to Hela. He knew what it might do to the young son he’d yet to fetch from his mother’s side.

Thor grew as all men did into the pleasant touch and grinned at Loki.

“Your fingers are almost too cold. I dare say I like the sensation.”

"I will take that taste and keep it as my own."

It was a slight risk to say something so possessive, but he took the chance on it with a dark and seductive tone of voice. It wasn't so ridiculously possessive, but it might plant the seeds in Thor's mind that having them together always would not be so bad a thing.

All of a sudden he ducked under the water, dark hair rippling out behind him in its intricate braids, and wrapped his lips around Thor's cock. Jotnar could hold their breath under water a long time, up to ten minutes, they had evolved to do so in order to help them fish beneath ice floes, and Loki used that evolutionary trait to good advantage now.

Now this was one evolutionary perk that Thor felt himself more than comfortable with enjoying. He groaned in pleasant delight and leaned back against the deep rock wall with his arms spread above the water along the edge. He bobbed a little ubtil his foot found a hold of the rock and then his eyes closed and he just enjoyed.

Thor didn’t expect Loki to bring him to full completion, not like this, because while Thor was virile normally, he could not really predict what this nigh mortal body of his would do. A far more acute sensitivity had already been noted and so when Thor felt his breath hitch, he knew he could no longer last for hours.

A teeeible shame. He would have enjoyed this time with Loki to be a way to show off his potency!

Instead, he urged Loki up, capturing a warmer than usual musky flavored mouth with his own. Did Jotnar kiss? Thor didn’t care to ask.

“I am at a severe disadvsntage,” he murmured, pulling Loki towards him, to sit astride the bent leg holding him up against the wall. “My strength is not as it once was. If we continue, know that when I regain my total self, I will show you properly how I am between the furs.”

Jotnar did not generally kiss, but the gesture was not unknown to him from reading about other cultures and so he did not shy away from it or question it. It was actually more pleasant than he imagined an exchange of saliva might be, allowing him to taste Thor and connect them in a new way.

"Such promises," he teased, voice low. "A tumble every so often is all well and good, but I do not think a prince should be making such promises lest people begin to talk."

After all, taking off tension after a long day was one thing, but making arrangements for a tryst crossed into another lane. Not that he minded, it was what he aimed for, but he needed to be careful and have Thor reach the leap that he wanted more from Loki himself. He was a stubborn creature, and he needed to be guided rather than bullied for a plan like this to work.

"You had best take me now, before you lose what little stamina you have left."

“I can not have you thinking for the rest of our friendship that I am pathetic,” Thor countered, nipping at Loki’s lower lip before he moved his hand down the curve of his back and his rear to make sure that they had a means to couple.

He was not entirely sure what to make of the Jotnar, or of their anatomy. They were both male and female, were they not? Would he find two orifices instead of the one a male of his (and most) species would have? And if he did, was he expected to rut into that?

Or Odin’s beard, if he found two, which would he be expected to take?

Thor’s fingers went questing, curious and perhaps just a bit wary of what he might find.

“I have little intention to hurry no matter my limitations besides,” he said to fill the gap. “You are not alone in your hunger this eve.”

Loki could have made himself either completely male or completely female, but he did not know what that looked like. As well read as he was, he hadn't had occasion to look at images of the genitals of other species, and so to mimic them was something that he couldn't yet do. Thor would have to take what he had naturally, and hopefully not be too confused or disgusted by it, for he did indeed have two holes where most men would only have one.

Perhaps in the future, when he learned more, he would shift to become wholly one or the other to conform better to the bed standards of the one he had chosen. He felt Thor touch the slickness between his thighs and he squirmed a bit, need flooding through him.

"It would be unwise to take me there, Storm Bringer, not unless you wish to father children so early into your majority."

Hardly disgusted by Loki and whatever he or she is, Thor could not help but laugh. “You had been worried about the talk of others simply because I intend to bed you properly once my strength is returned to me. Are you less worried about bringing a child to this Realm? The talk would never cease, but may make a good headwind towards shifting perspective between our peoples.”

Thor wasn’t serious. The Aesir would revolt. The Jotnar would revolt. It would be a mess to have the princes of each Realm conceive together. Especially accidentally in a fit of desire for release.

He could slide himself into Loki’s far better protected opening and he did so without much qualms, using the slickness of his fingers to guide the way. The chill ran through him and Thor could not help but shiver in more than just delight.

“With your great magic, could you not change yourself enough to deny pregnancy?” It was not unheard of for Aesir to carry on conversation during sex. It would seem unnaturally loving and affectionate to do this in privacy and silence.

Loki did not want this to be casual moment, he wanted Thor to be so overwhelmed with sensation that he would think of nothing but Loki. Then, when it was done, it would be like an itch under his skin, an addiction that would grow and grow until he was utterly helpless before it.

So he did not respond, he only used those self same powers to tighten himself around Thor to make this as pleasurable as possible. His hand slipped between them to stroke the length of him in slow and deliberate caresses, his teeth nipped a pathway along his neck and up to kiss him in the Aesir fashion once more.

He wanted to feel that storm build, he wanted it to break for him.

Loki would get his wish more promptly than Thor might have liked, the Aesir turned distressingly mortal for his own liking breaking rather more quickly than even he had anticipated. He had wrapped an arm around the narrowest part of Loki’s waist and set his lips to the long and shockingly cold throat of his current partner before he poured himself out into him.

It was perhaps not the most satisfying of romps for Loki but it likely was the first he’d had with anyone close to his size. And Thor proved himself to be attentive even after he had finished by joining his hand to Loki’s to make sure his partner finished as well.

He was breathy, and kept it to himself how much his wrist aches by the time he could manage to get Loki to follow him.

He needed Mjolnir’s might. And quickly! This was embarrassing.

Loki might have taunted Thor for releasing to quickly, had he not sensed that it would not be taken in jest and could jeopardise all that he was working towards. So, instead, he threw himself with abandon into his own release and lay contentedly back into Thor's arms in the steamy water.

"I believe I shall miss you greatly when you return to Asgard. Though we may remain friends, the barrier of distant realms will do much to keep us apart, as will tradition and duty."

His words became more murmured, as if unguarded and near sleep, not thinking about the implications of what he said. While truthfully he was wide awake and playing a part.

"Now that I am of my majority, I fear my dam will attempt to make a political match for me. The Fyri bloodline must continue, and yet I fear being trapped in a loveless marriage. Is that also your fate?"

Loki played his part well and Thor was an unwitting pawn in most things already. This just added to the list. He moved and bundled Loki’s hair away from his shoulders to a line of wet strands down the centre of his neck. His touch was light, a caress, the sensation not unpleasant though it was likely that Jotnar did not partake in such things when they cuddled. If they cuddled. Thor’s fingers traveled down Loki’s spine and back up again to fiddle with his hair and repeat the journey. Up and down. Up and down. He encouraged the sleepy murmuring, though he wasn’t too sure what to make of it.

“I have not cast much thought in that direction. I do not intend to wed until long after I take the throne.” And he was doing his best not to do that for a very long time. “Odin married for love though he had many children besides those from that marriage.” Like himself. “You can have many children before you marry.”

Thor didn’t know about the Jotnar pair bonding. Bylestir was too young to bring that up in lessons.

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lali on her way over tonight instead of tomorrow so will likely be absent, but here all tomorrow <3

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