Prisoner

Beginning

No matter how much I tried to concentrate on Eigil's instructions, I wasn't able to think about anything else than what I had read in that book. So, I gave up. And isn't life ironic? Just when I was looking for more information about Odin's daughter, I found my hands blue. I left the book I was holding on the bookshelf to try to take a look at myself. Of course, it was impossible.

I sighed in frustration before I cast a copy of myself before me. And who would have thought? I was a Jotun. I mean, I was in my Jotun form. I touched the marks on my face and my arms, feeling the difference between my normal soft skin and this one. It wasn't as soft as the other one, but it wasn't rough either. It was just different.

I wondered then how Thor would look at me. Would he think the same of me as he always did? Would he be disgusted? He said that he would like me either way, but now he had to face it. I was in the form of one of those he had killed in the past. Of course, I had killed them too.

Enough doubting. It was time to prove. I changed my size too so I was the frost giant I was supposed to be. My clothing also changed, it was now the traditional Jotnar clothing. Heavy chains of gold appeared on my chest, while thick gold bracelets were covering my blue biceps. I still had my black curly hair -luckily- and my horns appeared too, but they were made of ice. I had my armour's arm and leg protectors too.

I walked out of the library and asked one of the guards -who looked at me surprised- to tell Thor to meet me in our chambers. I continued walking and didn't stop until I was in the room where Thor and I slept. I paced back and forth; I was fairly nervous. Why did Thor take so much time to get here? He was in the front garden, which was just ten minutes from here!

I couldn't help but hold my breath when I heard the door opening. I turned around to see Thor entering our chambers, not looking at me at all. He was carrying Mjolnir in one hand -although he's been practising the usage of his seiðr and he was getting better every day, Mjolnir meant something special for him-, he didn't leave it anywhere. I half-smiled while I crossed my arms on my chest, waiting for him to see the change. When he finally did notice me, Mjolnir fell to the ground -causing a big crash on the wooden floor- and he looked at me with his mouth hanging open. I waited for him to shake off his surprise, while on the inside I was delighting myself with the fact that he was now a lot shorter than me. Although I always liked our height difference, there was an appeal of some sort seeing him from above. Besides, I was sure that the loincloth I was wearing didn't hide much from his point of view.

"By the Norns, Loki," He finally said, eyeing me from eye to toe. "If we weren't already married, I would be proposing right now," I found it cute that he seemed incapable of closing his mouth.

"Oh, really?" I asked him while looking at my black fingernails. "That'd be a novelty since I didn't get a proposal the first time," I eyed him from the corner of my eye, and he finally was able to close his mouth. Now he was smiling.

"Are you complaining?" Thor inquired while he got closer to me. Again, the difference in our heights had me delighted.

"Well, I am a King, after all. Don't I deserve a decent proposal?" I asked him smirking.

"You sure do, my love," He was still looking at every part of my body, so I changed my size to my normal height. "How did you finally manage to lift Father's enchantment?" Thor inquired, standing mere inches from me. I grabbed the golden links of his armour and pulled him towards me. I smiled at his surprise: my strength was also superior in this form.

"I am just that awesome, can't you believe it?" I said brushing our lips together and smiling at the same time.

"Of course, Loki," He caressed the sides of my body playfully.