AN: Hello guys! So here's my new story. Another of my favorites that i wrote in one of my many exercise books. This time there will be some FROSTIRON, because i like it and because i can :) Enjoy the new story and R&R please!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. Ideas and plotline are mine. Future references to people and things are purely coincidental and because i happen to like those things at the time i wrote these stories and thus decided to include them in these next few chapters.

Chapter One

"I'll never want to have anyone else in bed but you Loki," Thor whispered, pulling the young god's lithe body up against his own. They lay together in bed in the aftermath of their lovemaking two young gods in love. Loki snuggled back into Thor's warmth his brother's words making him smile.

"I'll only want you Thor. Only you."

Panting Loki woke up the sheets tangled around his legs, he closed his eyes shutting them tight, feeling the tears trickle out. He swiped them away, drawing a ragged shaky breath as he ran both hands through his hair, smoothing the black strands back from his face. He lay back down in bed, slightly calmer now, it was about 6.30 in the morning, he could afford some time to stay in bed.

Why were those stupid memories only coming back now as dreams. No, nightmares, why were they coming back as nightmares to haunt him? His heart was already in tatters seeing Thor rutting the maids and sometimes bringing home brothel whores to mate with. Loki curled up on his side, closing his eyes and relieving the memory again, Thor had been so gentle, so caring and Loki had loved it so. But now things were different. Thor would soon be crowned king of Asgard and with that came many responsibilities and less interaction between the two of them.

Loki knew that he wasn't the same as Thor, he'd always been treated differently by the people around him and at the age of twenty and one years while Thor had been busy lifting the skirts of some of the maids after their coming of age ceremony, Loki had learnt of his real parentage, child of the King Laufey, weak and small he had been abandoned by the frost giants only to be picked up by Odin All-father who had saved his life and taken him to be his son, a prince of Asgard.

The trickster had always knew that from his youth though, since all Thor's friends always made fun of him and avoided him like a curse, he was different, he was a monster. But in all that time, Loki hadn't minded because at the end of the day he still had Thor, yet now…he had only himself. 'Me against the world,' he thought

Well moping wasn't going to help at all. Loki got out of bed going to take a quick bath before he donned a light emerald green shirt, a golden vest and a leather belt around his waist. He pulled on his leather boots over the black fabric of his pants, checked himself in the mirror before he headed out. Slowly, silently he opened the door, peeking out into the hallway that adjoined their two rooms.

The circular couch was empty as was the stool at the white grand piano. The embers glowed in the fireplace before the piano and dust motes could be seen floating in the dim sunlight that entered through a small slit in the curtains. Loki neared the window, pushing back the curtain, he looked out at the golden city of Asgard, high in the clouds. It was going to be a bleak, stormy day today. He would spend his time reading or maybe practicing his spells.

Just then he heard the soft shutting of a door and he froze, maybe it was the maid, coming in to add kindling to the fire, he turned seeing Thor up, shaven and fresh and Loki knew he had overstayed the beauty of the morning, admiring the world outside too much. Now he would have to deal with Thor.

"I see you're up early? No woman to keep you in bed?" Loki asked, leaning back against the window ledge.

"On the contrary no. I haven't had one in awhile, you?" Thor taunted.

Loki scowled, that was his weak point, women, "None of them interest me," he murmured, "Besides I'm not as sex-crazed as you."

Thor chuckled, "Loki oh Loki, you don't have to be jealous. I could teach you," he said nearing his dark-haired brother.

"No thank you," Loki said side stepping and making his way to the piano, away from Thor. "And for your information, I'm not jealous, I just couldn't care less."

Thor now occupied the place Loki had previously stood at, studying Loki who sat on the piano stool twiddling his thumbs. They never had these small morning talks, not since he'd started his responsibilities as the soon to be king. "Why are you up early?" he asked, wanting to cherish these little moments that he got.

"I'm always an early riser. I don't do well sleeping."

"Bad dreams?" Thor asked earning a glare from Loki.

"No," the trickster replied at which Thor smirked, it was exactly that. He could read Loki…though not as well as before, for the trickster had built up walls, guarding himself pushing Thor away, pushing everyone away. He watched now as Loki headed towards the main door and he followed, crossing the room in a few strides, grabbing the golden handle. Only to realize that he was grasping onto Loki's hand as well.

For a moment it seemed to Loki that they were back there in Thor's room together, young gods, snuggling in bed after sex. He felt that deep, strong attraction to Thor like a thread that was slowly pulling them together. Loki made to appear angry now as he snatched his hand out from under Thor's who was in shock for a moment before he opened the door and the trickster walked briskly out into the corridors headed away from Thor, straight to his study where he could lock himself in, away from the world.

AN: *sighs contentedly* all done with the first chapter. Hope you guys liked it!