Hello (or rather goodnight, since it's kind of late)!

Yeah, I know that I have another story in progress, but this one kept jumping on my mind.. and finally it won! XD

I guarantee that 'Who am I? ' (and all the stuff that follows) will be my main project and the one I'll always give the priority. ;)

Well, you'll figure out that I shamelessly love direct speeches XD.

Okay, I'll keep silent and leave you to the result of my madness (Okay, it will get crazier, but the title should give you a hint of what this story will eventually be about ).

Feel free to tell me everything, but thanks anyway for your time! ^^

p.s. Still needing a beta, so I just hope my English is not too awful *apologizes*

EXPECTING SOMETHING UNEXPECTED

Setting: Asgard. Post-Avengers (I know there's tons of stories with this setting and maybe it could be similar to another one, but I guarantee that I didn't stole this idea from anyone ^^)

Disclaimer: Loki, Thor, ecc. don't belong to me, I just write for fun.

Pairing: Loki&Thor, of course 3

Rating: pg13 so far, it will eventually increase.

Summary: Thor brought Loki home and now he has to face the Asgardian law. Odin already knows very well what to do, but what if there were… unexpected consequences?

A rather crazy Post Avengers. Thoki… or Lhor; what you prefer XD.

Prologue: Return home

The Tesseract does its duty and in a blaze of blue two figures appear to the Asgard's boundary.

The first figure is blond, mighty and grinning; not because he came back home, but because he didn't come back alone.

The second figure is brunet, puny and rather bothered; although he can't display his disappointment with words, since a magic, metal gag prevents him from speaking.

"Let's go!" the blond commands, tugging lightly that chains that are linked to the brunet; which stares at him with all the hatred he can muster.

"Believe me, I'm not even remotely amused to see you like this, but you put yourself in this condition on your own, although I tried to warn you… more than once!" the god of Thunder asserts, as he keeps dragging him.

The god of Mischief moves forwards, because he's forced to; as he can hear the sound of his steps echoing in all the land that seems to be totally desert.

Steps. Echo. Silence. This keeps repeating in series, constantly; as the distance that separates them from the Royal Palace where there will be Loki's trial, becomes shorter and shorter.

Loki doesn't understand the reason of that bleakness and Thor seems to read that question in his puzzled look.

"It's my will. I gave specific ordering that, in case I managed to bring you home, no one should be around!" Thor explains.

Loki's wide, emerald eyes hide a bigger and even easier to guess question.

"I did it because I want you to understand that I'm not going to humiliate you, brother… and don't make that face at me!" Thor scolds him, when he sees Loki rolling his eyes, annoyed.

"As I was saying," Thor resumes talking, calmer, waiting patiently for his interlocutor to pay attention to him again. "My goal is not to put you through the humiliation of crossing the path in chains, in front of the whole population; no one will look at you with scorn, dislike or indignation, while we walk." he assures.

Loki looks at him impressed and Thor's heart sings happily because of that.

"My goal is to find my brother again! And he used to look at me the same way you're looking at me now!" he comments, with a hint of victory sparkling in his sapphire eyes; but the younger god immediately changes expression, showing him another dramatic rolling of eyes.

"And he used to be as puckish as you!" Thor states, not upset at all, proving that with a giggle.

Loki realises that he lost that little battle and they keep walking.

There are only a few meters to the palace and Thor can read in Loki's eyes an explicit request.

"You know better than me that I can't." the blond declares fiercely.

Loki keeps staring at him imperishably and Thor's initial irrevocability begins to waver.

"After all, you already have the magic chains that make you harmless…"the god of Thunder ponders out loud, as he keeps staring at him.

The brunet increases the intensity of his look. Emerald and sapphire melt together.

"Do you assure to me that you won't try to do anything iniquitous?" the blond asks the brunet with a pliable sigh.

Loki nods and in his irises Thor can find something that has been missing for a long time: sincerity.

"Our father was supposed to set you free from the gag, before your trial, but…" the elder god grumbles, raising his hand on the younger god's mouth. "So be it!" he states, pressing his palm on the gag, which immediately falls on the ground, with a metallic noise.

Loki moves his lips and tongue for a while, as if he was trying to take confidence with his mouth again.

After all, in a Midgardian unit of time, Loki has been gagged with that hellish tool for more than twenty-four hours.

Once he's done, he turns to his brother, with mischief and a glint of pettiness back inside his eyes.

"Th…" the god of Chaos commences and Thor listens to him thrilled, sure that he's about to thank him.

After all, he has always been so naïve!

"Thewy (*) idiot! You, ugly imbecile, you infamous bastard! You, stupid yokel! How did you dare? You and your little friends chained me as a common beast! Me, a god!" Loki waffles, hysteric and enraged, inundating Thor with his stream of angry words.

"Hey! You promised me that you wouldn't have done anything iniquitous!" Thor cuts him off, covering promptly his mouth with his hand, but Loki breaks free with a brutal bite.

"But to insult you is not something iniquitous, it's only necessary!" Loki points out, as calm as sharp.

"However, my little friends, as you called them, and I gave you a rough ride, especially a certain green and very angry dude!" Thor chuckles at the memory, while Loki gnashes his teeth, indignant.

"Besides, for the record, you're not a proper god, my dear adopted frost giant!" Thor reminds to him, as sharp as well.

"That was very unfair of you!" Loki suffers from that low blow.

"What can I say? I happen to know a very good teacher of unfairness!" the blond strikes back pungently, and then he sees the brunet bending his lips and looking deeply disappointed.

"Oh, c'mon, god of Pout, don't act like that! I was joking before!" he slaps his back playfully, but that pat is stronger that he meant it to be, so it sends Loki several meters further.

Loki dangles, losing his balance and no matter how many efforts he does to keep his balance, he fails, without any chance to avoid his falling, since the chains prevent him from moving.

He gets ready for the unpleasant impact with the Asgardian ground, but he lands on something soft… and warm.

He's in Thor's arms, since the blond has promptly grabbed him, in order to prevent his brother from falling.

On second hand, that situation is very awkward for both of them, as they stare at each other in deep silence, unsure about what to do.

It has been a long, long time since those two hugged each other like that, although that contact is anything but brotherly.

Loki figures out that it's better to leave that minefield… and quickly. That's why he resorts to his infallible silver tongue.

"So what? Do you mean to take me to the trial like this or are you going to let me go?" he barks, irritated, wriggling.

"What? Huh! Right… " Thor mumbles, as confused as the brunet, recovering a little bit and letting the trickster go, well.. not literally, there are still the chains that remind to Loki his status of captive.

"However, I missed hearing your voice!" the god of Thunder murmurs.

"What? I did nothing but insult you!" the god of Mischief looks at him, stunned.

"I missed that, too!" the other admits, shyly.

"I knew you were here, I could hear you squawk, just like you used to do when you were kids!" a female voice interrupts them.

Turning, the two gods meet the apparently severe look of their mother, the queen Frigg.

"You shouldn't shilly-shally, there's such important trial to accomplish!" the woman tries her best to look authoritative, but her legs tremble and her eyes fill with tears, while she approaches to that son whom she thought was lost forever.

Loki confines himself to look at her with teary eyes. She is the only person in that adoptive family who he has always linked to happy and pleasant memories. She is the only person who maybe really made him feel loved like a son.

He's torn between the temptation of a moment of ephemeral affection and the necessity to display a cold detachment.

Frigg seems to decide for them both.

Without paying attention to her elder son, who tries to make her desist, since he's afraid that something unpleasant could happen; she hugs the younger god, without any hesitation.

"Welcome back, my dear son!" she murmurs, as she arranges his messy, long, black locks, framing his face, utterly certain that he won't hurt her.

She's right, Loki just enjoys that short embrace, cursing the chains that prevents him from hugging her back; as he feels in his heart a heat that he hadn't felt for a long, way too long time.

"The father of all gods is waiting for you!" the queen recovers, parting from him and heading back to the palace.

Thor follows her, as he drags Loki with him.

TBC

So, do you like it so far?

Please, let me know anyway ^^

If you're curious about the trial, don't miss next part ^^

(*) I admit it, in Italian it was such a easier pun (Loki says 'Gra' and in Italy 'Grazie' means 'Thank you' ; instead he says 'Grandissimo Idiota!' = 'Very big idiot!' XD , but in English I couldn't fight a word with the same sound… until I found this ^^ and it works, because Loki could say for real such an affected and dignified word :P :

Webster's 1913 Dictionary

Definition:

\Thew"y\, a.

Having strong or large thews or muscles; muscular; sinewy;

strong.