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Thor shudders as his surroundings shift, the marble floor giving way to something smoother and colder. The wall he’s very sure he ran into is no where to be seen. Instead, Thor stands in the middle of an empty chamber, surrounded by ice and severely underdressed.
Soft laughter turns his attention away from the intricate carvings on the walls, and Thor turns to see Loki picking up a large fur from the ground and looking far too pleased with himself.
“You’re real,” Thor says, dumbfounded, and – in no small part – awed by this revelation. “You came to Asgard for me.”
“Well, yes,” Loki replies, looking at Thor as if he were the daft one. “You’re mine.”
Thor can feel himself flushing in pleasure at that – or, at least, he can feel his body try to flush in pleasure, but it’s really very cold and Thor’s starting to lose feeling in his extremities.
And Loki, bless his sweet blue heart, is able to anticipate Thor’s needs before he even voices them. Loki unfolds the fur in his hands and wordlessly hands it to Thor, who steps into it without a second thought, eager to be warm again.
It’s not until he’s tucking his arms into the sleeves and Loki’s pulling the hood over his head that Thor realizes –
“…Is this a bear suit?”
Loki’s pleased smile is answer enough. “It’s your disguise. Otherwise the servants will recognize you and tell Father, and then you’d be sent back to Asgard again. Besides, you’d freeze to death with that fur of yours.”
“It’s hair,” Thor mutters. “You have it on your head, too.”
But Loki has turned away already, opening the doors a crack and peeking through. “Alright, come on.”
Then Loki’s holding his hand again, and even though Thor can’t really feel much of anything through the thick bear hide covering his hands, his mood is instantly uplifted. They hurry through the halls, ducking into alcoves when the sound of others approach.
Thor doesn’t question Loki moving through his own home with such wariness, nor does he question where they are headed to. Indeed, Thor puts up no protest at all until they reach a familiar looking courtyard, empty now save for the handful of bears found frolicking amongst the snow.
The bears glance up at their arrival, and Thor swears he can feel resentment pouring out of them, even though they look friendly enough.
Loki drops his grip on Thor’s
paw
hand, and Thor feels the loss instantly; not just of the intimacy touch provided between himself and Loki, but also the animosity from the other bears.
“Welcome home,” Loki grins, giving Thor a few gentle pats on his head. “Let’s go find your momma. She’s been inconsolable ever since you left.”
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There is a dejected look to Angrboda when Thor enters the den behind Loki. Her back is turned away from them, and she even fails to respond when Loki starts cooing at her. Looking up, Loki beckons Thor closer, and Thor approaches cautiously.
Thor reaches out to run his hands against her thick, soft, fur, and she lets out a soft whine.
“Angrboda,” he says. That’s all he manages to get out before she’s suddenly up and on her feet, embracing him in what can only be described as a bear hug.
Thor hears a delighted giggle from somewhere beyond the fur, but when he finally manages to extract himself enough to look around, Loki is gone and Thor is alone with Angrboda in their little bear home.