Working Title : Loki & Annie

Chapter Nineteen

Thor entered his rooms and headed straight to his bed chambers. He was pulling his shirt over his head as he went, tossing it on the floor as soon as it was free. His bed was empty, made up neatly and any sign of last nights revelries were gone. Entering his dressing chamber he sat on a large couch and began removing his boots. Once done he pulled his belt off then his pants, tossing them aside. He grabbed the nearest set of fresh clothes and quickly pulled them on, fastening his belt once more. He pulled on a pair of boots more suited to light combat that everyday wear.

From a shelf he grabbed a traveling satchel and stuffed more clothes inside it. Multiple pairs of boots followed as well since he could never find suitable footwear on Midgard. His hands paused then grabbed a couple formal tunics, he had no idea if he would need them but he also didn't think he would be able to return if he did.

On a shelf were several boxes which he picked up tentatively and opened slowly. Inside were multiple items of jewelry. Rings, cuffs, chains, broaches. All of precious metals. With a sigh he shoved all the boxes into the satchel, they had been gifts that now only had value because they could be sold. He grabbed several knives from other shelves and those went into the satchel as well. He grabbed a long, leather coat and rolled it into a rather large ball, into the satchel it went.

Into his bedroom he looked around but saw nothing he needed then went next into his study. It was bare if compared to Loki's. The shelves held few books, those that were there were of historical battles, military hero's and tactics. His desk held maps of battle locations from the past and maps of current problems. Area's where civil unrest and criminal activities were creating problems that were spreading the Asgardian forces thin. Thor felt guilty. He should be leading those forces. Before Loki's escape, he had been leading those forces.

He walked around to a drawer in his desk and pulled it open. Just as Loki did, he kept a coin bag there and his was heavy with coins. The Heir of Asgard was rarely allowed to pay for anything. He picked up a second, even heavier than the first. He opened this one, spilling its contents into his hand just to be sure. Raw and cut jewels tumbled out along with gold, silver and other precious metals from distant reaches of space. He shoved them back and pulled the string.

Both pouches along with the one Loki had given him were dropped into the satchel. He looked once more about the chamber, searching for any other item he could want with him in his exile. For that's what it would be. Once he left Asgard this time, he would not be returning. At least he knew for not how long. Possibly not until he was called back as King. And he knew Odin had many years left in him to rule.

His eyes spied a small book on the shelf and he walked over to grab it. He flipped through it, the pictures bringing back memories. Into the satchel. He could think of nothing else and knew that he didn't have the time to wait and ponder. He pulled the bag over his head and let the weight settle across his shoulder and against his hip. The bag was lighter and thinner than it should be, a name day gift from Loki when he had gone on one of his first battle campaigns. It held everything. Loki's went over as well.

Walking over to his chamber door he grasped the latch then paused. He took a look over his shoulder at his sitting room. All the items in it. Large and comfortable. He had gone from the nursery to these chambers. Most of the furniture had changed as he out grew it, though there were still a few childhood favorites that remained. Sentiment. These chambers were where he had grown up. He had lived in them for over a thousand of his years. He shook his head, he didn't have time for this. He pulled the door open then walked out, firmly shutting it behind him with a finality.

A long moment later the door burst back open and Thor jogged through. He quickly went back into his dressing room where he grabbed his pants from the floor. He yanked the bracelet Loki had made for him just this morning out of the pocket. Dropping the pants once more to the floor he jogged back out of the rooms and again the door shut behind him.