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~Blasted Winters~

Prince Loki wandered the cold, barren waste of Jotunheim. He was bored as could be on the little, war beaten realm. It wasn't that he didn't like it here, in fact it was quite beautiful, but after thousands of years staring at the same piece of ice, it got boring. King Laufey disagreed. He thought his son were perfectly fine staying out of the other realms, even if only to protect them. He'd said that Jotuns that ventured into other realms were killed. And he couldn't have his three young princes killed.

The two younger princes didn't mind as much as Loki, but the oldest prince was growing restless with his boundaries. He wanted to see the dwarves in their caves, the elves in their forest, but most of all, he wanted to see Asgard. Tales were told of the great golden realm everywhere in Jotunheim. They were told of golden skyscrapers stretching to the sky. And the largest of them all, the palace, that touched the clouds. They were told of the mighty Allfather, his beautiful queen Frigga, and their two majestic sons, Thor and Balder.

Among most frost giants, the tales of the Valkries intrigued them the most. There were no female frost giants, so the idea of such beautiful creatures was the thing that drew most out of Jotunheim.

But not Loki. Loki wanted to see the royal family. He wanted to see the hall of weapons where Mjolnir and the Casket of Ancient Winters sat. He wanted to see the great throne of the Allfather, and feel his power. But he knew his father had strictly forbidden that. He was to go nowhere, especially Asgard.

Loki entered what was left of the palace. Most of it had been destroyed by the war. It looked beautiful, but ruined.

He gave a small nod to the guards, who quickly bowed their heads. He went to where Laufey sat on the throne.

"Father, I seek your council," the small, thin frost giant said.

"On what?" his father responded, looking up.

"I am bored here. I wish to go to one of the other realms, explore. Just for a day or two."

"You will never come back. I already told you no countless times. You'll be killed."

"I'll be careful," Loki begged. "You know how good I am at magic. I'll turn myself invisible and nobody will ever notice me."

"You think too highly of yourself," Laufey commanded. "Other beings have senses much greater than ours, they will know you are there and they'll kill you."

"What if I shape-shift then. Look like the native people. Or a bird. Please father, I'm of age!"

"The answer is no and there will no more discussion on this subject, today and on!" Laufey stood to his full height, towering over the little prince.

Loki huffed and stomped off. Once he was out of the palace, he threw ice clumps at random. They smashed to the ground, shattering into a million pieces. His brother, Angr, walked up beside him.

"Father rejected you again."

"How could you tell," Loki snapped and threw another piece of ice.

They watched it crash.

"Father will never let you out of here."

"Then I'll get out of here myself."

"You should jest about things like that, someone might believe you."

"I wasn't jesting," Loki growled. His red eyes flashed.

"What?" Angr stared. "You can't be serious."

"I'm going to Asgard tonight."

"That's the worst place to go! You'll be killed! And even if you're not, when father finds out where you've gone, he'll kill you!"

"Then I won't come back. I'll shape-shift to look like one of them. Say I'm from a small town on the outskirts. It'll be easy."

"I'll tell father if you go! I will!" Angr yelled.

Loki looked at him, "Will you not tell him if when I return I bring you gifts from the golden realm? Maybe even a woman?"

Angr tried desperately not to grin, "You bring me back the most beautiful lady in all the land, and I won't say a peep where you've gone."

"It's a deal then," Loki smiled. "Wish me luck."

As Loki began to trek off to a place with less giants roaming around to see him leave, Angr yelled after him, "Maybe if you bring back the Casket of Ancient Winters father will forgive you for leaving!"

"I will!" Loki shouted back, and continued on his way.

He found a small place where he had been taught magic. He had recognized it as a passage to Asgard before and had been tempted to use it many times. Never before had he actually tried to, however.

The Prince reached out for his magic. He felt it spreading throughout his body. He stepped in position, right where he knew the passage to be. With closed eyes, he heard a swoosh. Suddenly he felt like he hit something very hard. He opened his eyes.

He was on a beach. Waves crashed on golden sand and the light was blinding. Loki stood and felt like he was burning. He was still in his frost giant form. Reaching out to his magic once more, he watched as blue skinned turned to a tan and his markings disappeared. Once the transformation was done, he looked up to see and hill of tall grass and small houses in the distance.

The prince started up the hill, excitement filling his heart.

A/N: This is kind of a short chapter, most of them will be longer.

Just a warning for anyone who doesn't ship thorki, this will be a thorki story, but they aren't brothers.

This takes place about a month before the Thor movie would have happened. The events from the movie won't happen because that would mess up the storyline (sorry).

Praise or constructive criticism welcome!