The war between Loki's army and Asgard had ended. The streets were crowded with gossiping asgardians; all praising Thor, Odin's golden child, for his swiftness and bravery in battle. Now was the time for celebration for many; a newfound wealth flooded the city that re installed any lost national pride.

Loki watched outside his carriage window at the people; many surrounded by tables of rich, over flowing foods and liquors dancing , flirting and partying . In the haze of summer the whole place was a glistening vision of paradise. Everyone seemed happy; the women all looked pretty and the men where all drunk.

He could not be seen by them in the blacked out carriage; unlike the other prisoners and slaves that where paraded around the street to be ridiculed, Thor had ordered for him to remain hidden .He would not risk his prize getting hurt by anyone.

Loki closed his eyes; he'd heard about the city folk throwing rocks at people who they took a dislike too; whether because of a grudge or a fickle dislike. Of course no one would be so stupid to throw rocks at him; not because of his status, but because Thor had laid claim to him . But there are other ways to hurt people than obvious attacks like that.

Looking out of window again he noticed he was nearing the palace gardens already, he would probably arrive fairly soon. Thor would already be there. Loki had to arrive after Thor; it would not be safe to leave him alone in the palace without Thor and with no safe room or bodyguard organised for him .

Thor and him could not go together either; Thor had duties, speeches and parades and other social activities. Hence the arrangement. Loki would not be welcome on parades, it was out of the question and that was why they were going to meet during the feast tonight instead. Or so he'd been told by the man Thor had ordered to ride him to the palace

He felt the carriage come to a halt and then the door was opened by a servant who all but dragged him out. Loki tripped under the rough treatment but then quickly found his footing again scowling at the servant; he was still a prince, he deserved more respect than this but he said nothing.

He's only just had the gag removed the previous night because Thor had ordered it. It was a rushed decision on his part because Thor could see the muzzle was too tight and hurting him; after ordering for it to be removed however he quickly disappeared to finish work and didn't return again. A new gag could easily be made though and Loki didn't want to try his luck yet.

"Thor has ordered you to be washed and dressed for the ceremony tonight. You will be in his room." The servant stated, Loki felt his heart sink but kept his expression neutral."If you have no questions I will direct you to your new living quarters"

Loki nodded; he noticed he was being taken the back way rather than through the front entrance. The door was well hidden; surrounded by forests and lush shrubbery and it led straight through the servant quarters. Simple mosaic tiles decorated the walls and floor with imagery of herbs and arabesque patterns.

The stairway led to a maze of corridors and pathways, all simply decorated and softly lit by candlelight.

Eventually Loki was led to a door that took him to more familiar surroundings. He was on the family floor again. It was brightly lit with large windows and surrounded artist masterpieces. Everything to the door knobs had been ornately crafted out of luxurious objects like diamond and silver.

He was pushed into Thor's room. The first thing he noticed was the huge bed, it was the biggest thing he'd ever seen. The bed held a plush mattress and ornately designed headboard, onto of the bed was the most beautiful silk embroided quilt that was so big it fell off the bed slightly and onto the wooden floor.

Behind it was a large golden tapestry, the style looked somewhat Asian though Loki couldn't tell and he really wasn't curios enough to ask.

The room came with an entrance to a large dressing room and bathroom; though really to call it a bathroom would be an understatement as the bathroom had its own swimming pool with white marble floors and giant glass dome ceiling above it letting in the sun from all angles.

The room also came with a small viewing balcony that looked over garden, forests, mountains and Asgard could be seen from a far away angle . Loki looked out curiously for a moment, he had never seen his homeland from this angel before, it looked different.

Before he could look around any further he was dragged off into the dressing room. Shoved into the centre he was placed on a slightly raised platform surrounded by mirrors and stripped off. He watched as the servant chucked his valuable armour in the corner and Loki felt a surge of anger when he realised it would probably get melted down.

He tried to distract himself again and find something to interest himself in, but really there was nothing more to explore; he was stuck.

The servant began dressing him up, but not in the kind of clothes he was used to . These clothes, though they were for men where closer styled towards women's clothes. Delicate materials and embroidery, figure hugging and they even smelled like than flowers rather than musk.

His hair was carefully brushed, conditioned and the sides pulled back. Suddenly his cheekbones stood out sharper making him look more dainty.

He did look especially elegant, though he hated never the less; he felt as if he was being made to look fragile and effeminate . His head was whirlwind of thoughts and it making him dizzy, he felt humiliated and had this strong desire to tear the outfit off but he was worried if he did that they would make him walk out in nothing.

"we will be late, we must leave now."The servant responded pulling him down and moving him out of the room and back into the corridor. Loki knew the way he was being taken, they were going to the hall and already from so far away he could hear the party was in full spring.

Gold, treasures and slaves were probably still being traded and shared out; the spoils of war. Winner got all. People where the most valuable part of war in the end ;soldiers, traitors and innocents . People where just another commodity, the beautiful being the most valuable.

He was Thor's prize. The whole war had been Thor's fault and Thor's only interest in it was gaining Loki .Loki was hardly a threat to anyone, not really, and Thor already had all the treasure and fame he would ever want. He was Odin's golden child after all; no Thor had played a well planned game to get what he wanted

Loki had had to leave; Thor wanted him and Thor always got what he wanted. If Loki hadn't at least tried to state his freedom he would never have forgiven himself. Loki couldn't just run either, he had to have some power, he had to show Asgard they could not just take him and marry him to his step brother.

Loki had only wanted them to leave him alone, for his brother to leave him alone. He would have been happy to have just disappeared from their lives; but they had kept searching for him until he nowhere else to run.

He'd been cornered and when he thought back, for his freedom, he'd been painted dangerous and Thor was the brave loving soul who went in to sort out out.

Thor; he was forever the good child, he was the one that loved his troublemaking brother not matter what , who showed too much mercy and Loki was the one who didn't deserve anything in their eyes.

They had never liked him. Loki had always been more quite, isolated and far from the heroic figure they idolised. He'd only had one friend as child and ironically enough that had been Thor.

When he was younger him and Thor had been good friends; they both had wild imaginations and though Loki could not keep up physically they still had incredible adventures. Because him and Thor had been so close he never felt the desire to socialise with others, he found them dull; Thor was also very over protective and spent as much time as he could with Loki so Loki had never felt any need to make other friends . This of course caused a lot of resentment with the other children because no one thought Loki was important enough.

Loki did not look like a hero prince, he could not fight like they could and he could do magic which everyone knew was a not a skill a man should use; it was cowardly way to fight. He did not even compensate for him lack of masculinity by looking pretty; he was forever in drab clothes and if he wasn't with Thor making up stories he was stuck with his nose in a book like a nerd.

Though as a child Loki was unaware of this resentment; they did tend to like him despite what they called "his faults" and their jealousy. Loki could after all ,at times, be funny when Thor was there too; no one socialised with Loki was on his own though, Thor didn't like it at all and Loki didn't want socialise anyway without his big brother.

So they said nothing about it and everyone was happy on the whole, Thor looked after his baby step brother which everyone thought was very admirable and gracious, showing maturity above his years , the children got on and the adult enjoyed the peace.

Slowly though protectiveness turned to possessiveness and Thor eventually asked Loki out. Loki of course was of the opinion he was far too young and busy and said it wasn't possible. This was the end of Loki's happy childhood and the end of their close friendship.

It wasn't the question; it was Thor behaviour, it turned from possessive to obsessive. Everyone thought Loki was cruel, breaking Thor's heart. They all thought Thor was too good for him, that Loki was an ugly person .

Slowly they began gossiping about him, glaring at him and even whispering snide remark to him as he passed by in the hallways. He became colder, more studio and more mischievous; he had to keep himself going after all. He hated them.

The betrayal of knowing how they really felt about him hurt at first. Then the claustrophobia of having no one to run too, no friends and Thor forever on his case was damning .

Thor tried to persuade everyone to get Loki to go out with him; it was never ending and a manipulative strategy. He would constantly show his sadness and discuss his feeling until literally everyone thought Loki soulless.

He would force Loki into socialising with him; at parties, in lessons and formal occasions making him look bad if he didn't come. When Loki got angry with him, or he was coming on too heavy Thor would always turn it around and make Loki look bad, isolating him from any chance of making friends.

No one saw this side of Thor though; the side that was manipulative, dark and demanding. They only saw what they wanted to; their hero doing everything and being cruelly shot down and if gossip was anything to go be led on and manipulated by the prankster Loki.

Loki's reputation was mud quickly. He became known as the viscous prankster; though really half the stuff people said he'd done he hadn't, they simply made thing up because they didn't like him.

He was near the door, he really didn't want to do this; the guard pushed him in though and before he knew it he was being dragged in. The hall was all staring at him, it was like time had slowed down; angry faces stared at him, the traitor. You could see it their eyes they wanted him to suffer more than this, they wanted him beaten and tortured and raped, they felt Thor was being to kind

He looked the hero again and Loki hated him for it. You could even jealousy, people where looking at him as he was not worthy to be in his position, that they would swap everything for even a night of what he had. Fools; drunk, rich, promiscuous devils the lot of them.

He looked up to the throne; Thor had taken it over now, he had proved his worth and what a mighty king he was in their eyes. He looked every bit the part ; handsome he smirked down smugly...gloating his fortune. He's won and he was savouring it; there was a predatory lust in his , like he simply could not wait.

Loki stared up defiantly; eyes a story fire of hatred. His cheeks where flushed with anger; he could hear them all gossiping now all over the hall and he could see the other slaves already preyed on by letchy hands. That was going to be him, Thor prey.

He would not be intimidated by Thor, he did not care how scare he was or what he had too lose, he was too proud to bow his head in shame. He had done nothing wrong. Even in his silks he made and image, unfortunately he could also see that this was just making Thor all the more enamoured.

"I see you have not changed" Thor finally spoke looking down at him; he was clearly enjoying himself, the war had been worth what he'd lost in men and far more. Loki didn't doubt he'd have happily lost all his men for this outcome.

This whole war...and the only reason was for him.

"Take him to my room and tie him up. I will be there Shorty" He ordered possessively getting up of the Throne.

Loki felt himself be pulled away; instincts finally kicking in at the realisation of what was going to happen he struggled kicking and squirming. No one laughed though, it was clear as they looked up to Thor serious expression that they were not allowed too. He was watching the whole thing carefully, ready to intervene should Loki look like he might hurt himself.

Loki knew, whatever it was Thor had to do it would not take long. He knew this was going to come but for some reason it didn't make it any the easier now it was going to happen. Thor had waited for this moment, he'd waited to bring Loki back to the palace, so he could take him on his bed. It would almost be romantic if under different circumstances.

As Loki was being taken away he could hear Thor give his last goodnight speech; he could tell he was getting impatient. From childhood he recognised that tone, barely noticeably strained, he was getting impatient and wanted to leave. He clearly felt he'd waited too long...now and no further. Loki wanted to scream, this is not what he wanted.

hi, sorry I changed this chapter. Hope you like it anyway.