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Loki was in a foul mood. He’d been dragged from the royal library by his foolish brother. Thor wanted to go on a hunt, only to change his mind halfway through their journey in order to spend a few days at a small village drinking the tavern dry.

Loki wanted to teleport back to the palace, but Thor refused to let him. He said it was Loki’s duty to remain and accompany him. It wasn’t true, but Loki knew that to disobey Thor in front of his friends and the townsfolk would mean word would get back to Odin and then he would receive a lecture. Loki didn’t want to hear it, so he agreed through gritted teeth.

Thor was appeased and the moment he was able, Loki left the tavern to work off some of his anger lest he use his magic and be reprimanded for a trick. Loki was still fuming as he walked through the town. It was only early afternoon but most people were no longer plying their trade. It meant the small village was peaceful and should have been empty.

Loki wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, but it wasn’t a crowded street. He didn’t expect to collide with someone. They came together painfully and the force of their collision found them both falling to the ground.

Loki’s anger that had been building without a target, finally found someone to unleash on.

“Why didn’t you-”

Yet, the moment he caught sight of the man; his words failed.

“Watch where I was going?” The man asked, an amused smile curling his lips. “I’m afraid that is rather impossible.”

Shame and embarrassment rushed over Loki as he stared into sightless eyes. The man was blind.

“Perhaps I was at fault,” Loki acknowledged in a rare show of honesty.

The man grinned a little wider. “Oh, you were hardly the only one to blame. I do still have ears. I could have tried to avoid the sound of your angry footfalls.”

Loki frowned, and some of his annoyance returned. “Well, why didn’t you?”

“I suppose I wanted to discover what would happen.”

“A collision,” Loki drawled. “And us ending up in the dirt.”

“Ah, well there are worse places to be.” The Aesir nodded in the direction of the tavern. “I’ve heard it’s been quite raucous in there.”

Loki blinked as he suddenly realised… this Aesir had no idea who he was. Loki could tell him, point out he was insulting the Crown Prince and Loki’s brother, but… he was not saying anything untrue. Thor made an embarrassment and a mess of himself wherever he went. Loki had noticed the strained faces of the townsfolk as he swept inside without any mind to the damage he was doing.

Loki was always the one paying the bills and smoothing the edges. He was also the one at the brunt of every sneered remark and whispered insult. He might be the one making life easier for everyone, but he was all the stranger for it.

He didn’t act as a warrior prince should.

And Loki realised that with this man, he had a unique opportunity.

“Too raucous for my liking,” Loki said. He pushed himself to his feet. “Would you like assistance?”

“That would be useful.”

He held out his hand and Loki took it, helping to lift the man to his feet. He dusted himself off and Loki did the same. He then grabbed the elegantly carved wooden stick the man had been holding. It had beautiful swirls in the wood and although the top was smooth for the man’s hand, beneath it lay Yggdrasil’s branches.

“This is a beautiful stick,” Loki said, touching it gently to the back of the man’s hand so he could take it.

“Thank you. One of my better pieces.”

Loki was shocked. “You carved this?”

The Aesir laughed. “Blind, I might be, but not incompetent.”

Loki grimaced. “I didn’t mean to imply-”

“Of course you did,” the man said, waving his hand dismissively. “Everyone does. I am a blind Aesir. It comes with many preconceptions.”

The man smiled as he said it, but Loki could see the bitterness lingering at the corner of his eyes, the way his good humour was masking an age-old frustration. Many people wouldn’t understand it, but Loki did. He too was different to the other ‘perfect’ Aesir – and if he wasn’t judged on rumour and reputation than he was measured against Thor and found wanting.

It was why Loki made a quick decision.

“You’re right, I did misjudge you, and I apologise for it.” The man blinked, seeming startled, but Loki wasn’t done. “Can I repay you for the insult?” His eyes flicked over the walking stick. “Or perhaps, I can instead pay you for a commission?”

“A commission?”

“Yes, for one of your carvings.”

The man lips twitched before they spread into a wide grin, it made his eyes crinkle and made Loki blink. He looked the man up and down for another reason. He’d been distracted by his eyes, but Loki had to admit, the Aesir was incredibly handsome.

“I believe you are the first person to ask for one of my carvings.” He chuckled. “Normally, it takes much persuasion.”

Loki’s brow furrowed. “Why would they need persuasion? The quality and talent are obvious.”

“Flatter me like that, and I may even offer you a discount,” the Aesir said, his voice softly teasing.

It made Loki fight down his own smile.

“I have already insulted you; I don’t believe I deserve a discount.”

“Hm, true,” the man said. “And I am hardly rich enough to afford to throw away good luck. Full price it is!”

The man turned on his heel, his stick out in front of him and guiding him down the street. When he realised Loki wasn’t following, he turned his head, looking back at Loki unseeingly and asking, “Well? Shall you come see what I have? You might like what is already made, or gain a better idea of what to commission.”

Loki couldn’t argue and he fell into step with the other Aesir. The village was quiet and peaceful and Loki clasped his hands loosely behind his back. Yet, the silence didn’t last long.

“What brings you to the far outskirts of Asgard?” the man asked. “Are you part of another hunting party?”

Loki was relieved when he didn’t have to lie. “Yes.”

The man nodded. “A few people have found their trip unsettled by the royal presence. They’ll pass by soon enough.”

“You’re sure about that?” Loki enquired.

“Oh yes. The royal group comes here once every year or so. They never stay long.”

Loki felt a small sting of hurt. He hadn’t known that Thor came here in the past. He’d thought it was a spontaneous stop not a routine visit. Loki tried not to let his bitterness show.

“I hope you’re right.”

“I always am,” the man said arrogantly. Loki snorted with amusement and the man grinned. “I am Anthony, by the way.”

He paused and held out his hand and Loki clasped it. The palm was warm and the hand calloused. Loki wondered what Anthony felt when he held Loki’s.

Loki opened his mouth to reply, only to freeze. He knew if he gave his name, Anthony would realise who he was. Loki didn’t want that; he didn’t want the friendly camaraderie to end. He needed a name.

He quickly alighted on one he’d used briefly in childhood. It was mostly just in messages and secret codes. Ridiculous notions and easy to decipher. He’d longed for someone to share them with as a child, but without a friend, he’d soon thrown them away. It meant the name would fall easily from his tongue, but not be recognised by anyone.

“Ikol,” Loki told him.

“A pleasure to meet you,” Anthony said, his smile free of any artifice.

It had been a long time since someone had said that to him and meant it.

“And you,” Loki replied. He glanced at the man, but couldn’t keep his curiosity contained. “Why were you out walking so late in the afternoon?” Feeling that might be presumptuous, he added, “Am I keeping you from something?”

“Not at all,” Anthony answered. “I often walk this late in the day.”

“Alone?” Loki asked, feeling disconcerted. Surely, a blind man was an ideal prospect for robbery?

“Yes. I prefer the village when it’s less crowded.” Loki was trying to devise a way to phrase his words tactfully, but Anthony pre-empted him. “Are you trying to imply I am but a poor defenceless blind man who shouldn’t dare wander the streets alone?”

His tone was more amused than offended, but Loki did have the grace to grimace.

“Not in as many words…”

Anthony laughed. “Well, at least you are honest about it.”

Loki blinked, startled from his embarrassment by someone calling him honest. The disliked prince, the liesmith.

“You’ll find though, I have nothing worthy of robbing and am therefore left alone.” He smirked. “When I am not run into.”

The words were teasing and designed to illicit a fresh apology but, to Loki’s ear, they carried something else. It made him frown and stop walking. Anthony did the same, a confused furrow on his brow, but Loki looked the man up and down with fresh, appraising eyes.

He couldn’t believe he had fallen for it. He was impressed.

“You walked into my path.”

Anthony’s face gave the barest twitch before smoothing into shock. “I beg your-”

“You did,” Loki insisted, sure of it now. “Oh, what a fine trick. You said it yourself. It takes persuasion to make people purchase your carvings. Why not utilise what you already possess to ensnare a traveller and make them pay attention to you.”

Anthony’s expression was frozen, but only for a moment before it melted into something rueful. He leant on his walking stick and admitted, “It took two decades, but I finally ran into a smart one.”

Loki couldn’t help it, he laughed. It was so unexpected and brilliant that he couldn’t help but admire it. The man had turned his disability into an advantage; forcing sympathy and acknowledgment from people who normally bustled by too quickly to care for anything he might say.

His laughter seemed to unnerve Anthony and Loki forced himself to quell it.

“I must admit, I am impressed.”

This time, Anthony’s surprise looked genuine. “Impressed? Not offended or calling for an Einherjar to charge me with dishonourable acts?”

“I hardly see dishonour in using the tools at your disposal to sell your carvings. It is no better or worse than a man in a market square thrusting cloth under my nose as I attempt to walk past.”

Anthony’s grin returned, and it brightened his whole face. He pointed at Loki. “You, I like. In fact, just for that, I will even discount my wares for you.” His smile dimmed a little. “Well, if you still want to buy one.”

“To purchase from you?” Loki said. “It would be a privilege.”

“You flatter me again, Ikol,” Anthony said. “I might develop an ego.”

“Oh, I think you already have one of those,” Loki answered.

Anthony chuckled, but didn’t deny the statement as he started walking again. Loki fell into step beside him. The silence didn’t last for long before Anthony said, his tone having turned serious, “I would be grateful if you did not… spread the tale of my ruse.”

Loki glanced at him, finding the man frowning. Loki’s voice was gentle, “I have no plans to ruin your livelihood.”

Anthony’s focus remained ahead as he moved his walking stick across the road, yet, his face was pensive. “I suppose I will have to trust that.”

The words stung, and he tried not to be offended. “You don’t trust me?”

“I don’t know you,” Anthony replied. “And I feel your words are too good to be true. Any other Aesir would feel their pride had been bruised. They would not let it go so lightly. To be taken in by a trick? We have all heard stories of what happens to those who have been caught.”

Loki grimaced. He had a feeling his own stories were a part of that. How many times had his tricks backfired and found him in worse trouble than what he’d started in? Had he not already resisted playing a prank on the tavern if only to avoid the reprimand he would receive for it?

How could he feel annoyed that Anthony didn’t trust him when, had they been in opposite positions, Loki would be just as suspicious?

“You’re right,” Loki acknowledged. “Other Aesir would not like it, but to me, you have simply bested me. You have a keen intellect. I can’t be angry at that.”

Anthony stopped, turning to face him although the act did him little good. He couldn’t see Loki, and yet, Loki stilled as well and mirrored the other man.

“I’ve been blind since I was a child,” Anthony said. “I’ve lived in this village for over a century; in all my years, I’ve never met anyone who thinks the way you do – the way we do.” Anthony’s smile returned. “I’m glad the royals are here,” he declared. “if only because I have run into you.”

The compliment made Loki grin, feeling a little flushed with the praise. How many preferred him over Thor? How many were grateful he was present?

“Flatter me like that,” Loki remarked, unable to hide his grin, “and I might be grateful my trip was ruined.”

Anthony chuckled. “Do not worry. Your trip is salvageable. They won’t stay long. Prince Thor and his friends enjoy their drink and their bar maidens and then they leave.”

Loki tried not to laugh, imagining Sif enjoying a bar maiden.

“I’m not sure the female warrior would be drawn to the maiden.”

Anthony startled. “Female warrior?”

Loki frowned. “Yes. Did you not know about her?”

“No,” Anthony said, his voice low and his expression tightening.

It didn’t make sense. Sif always travelled with Thor – and Anthony had made no mention of Loki. He’d spoken of Thor and his friends. Did he not know the specifics? But, how was that the case? Surely, the people in town spoke to him.

But, then… what if they did not? Aesir praised the perfect and the strong. A blind man would be considered weak and pitiable. Perhaps he was as much an outcast as Loki was himself.

It was a theory that only gained weight as they left the village and walked down a dirt trail to find a small thatched cottage nestled near the trees. It wasn’t glamourous and although repairs had been made to it, they were malformed and in different colours; as if someone had done them knowing the owner wouldn’t be able to see the flaws.

Anthony opened the door and held it for him. Loki stepped inside and swallowed at what he saw; it had little furniture. A table, some chairs. There was chopped wood beside a fire pit, and a additional collection of clean wood beside an old armchair along with crafting tools. A thick wool rug was thrown over the chair and there were two rooms without doors. One led to a small kitchen, the other to a bedroom. A simple wooden cabinet free of glass was pressed against one wall and in it was a collection of wooden items all painstakingly and beautifully carved.

Anthony pointed with his walking stick at the cabinet.

“Take a look, see what you might like.” His smile turned wry. “It might be a better choice than a commission that will take me months to complete.” Yet, a moment later, his wide grin was back. “Or perhaps you might prefer it? You can collect it on your next hunting trip.”

Loki’s eyes tracked over the house again before focusing on the man. His bright spirits made the house seem a little less dim – but, surely it was lonely here all by himself?

“I am very particular,” Loki said. “I might prefer a longer time so I can make sure I get exactly what I want.”

Anthony chuckled. “If that is the case, I’ll make something to drink so we can discuss what you want.”

He turned from Loki and made his way into the kitchen, his walking stick almost an afterthought as he navigated his home with familiarity. Loki closed the front door and stepped over to the shelf. He was awed by what he saw.

A dozen wooden figurines; tokens for luck or decorating. Walking sticks for practicality or extravagance. There was even a wooden tea set, and it was that which held his attention. He picked up the cup and admired it’s smoothness. He had his own tea set, of course. It was made from the finest materials and decorated with gold.

Yet, this set had elegant carvings and was made from the heart. Loki had always admired fine craftsmanship, and natural ingredients. Mages often preferred items made from the elements as it grounded them.

“How do you take your milk?” Anthony called, pulling Loki from his thoughts.

“Milk?” Loki asked, bemused. “You don’t have tea?”

“I hate tea,” Anthony answered cheerfully. “But I have honey and malt.”

The words made Loki look around the room again. It also made him think of Anthony’s clothes. They weren’t rags, but they were simple and well-worn. Anthony was a blind man in a world that praised fighting and labouring. Asgard had poverty, all places did, and this man understood that better than many.

He was alone and could do very little to earn gold. His carvings and his intellect were all he had.

“Honey will be fine,” Loki finally replied.

“Honey it is!” Anthony answered and Loki heard the sound of a jar lid opening followed by a spoon. Loki was tempted to step closer to the kitchen and watch Anthony work.

The actions were simple things for someone like him, but for a man who couldn’t see what he was doing, it relied on precision and a sharp awareness of his surroundings. Loki restrained himself, not wanting to invade the man’s privacy. He turned back to the wood carvings and when his eyes alighted on a beautiful flower, he picked it up with a smile. The petals were incredibly intricate. Loki had no idea how the man managed it. He couldn’t imagine carving something so delicate without sight.

He was still holding the flower when Anthony re-entered the room carrying two mugs. His walking stick was absent and he walked with confidence to the table. He put the mugs down and took a seat.

“Have you seen something to interest you?” he asked.

Loki carried over the flower and took a seat in the vacant chair. Loki smiled as he picked up the wooden cup of milk. He wondered how much of the furniture here was handmade by Anthony himself. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was all of it.

“I have,” Loki told him. He let the flower touch Anthony’s hand so that he could grasp it. “I will purchase this.”

Anthony grinned. “Oh? I better warn you that while it might look pretty, not all women appreciate it over the real thing.”

“Thank you,” Loki drawled. “But the one I will give it to will find its uniqueness delightful.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a keeper then,” Anthony said.

Loki chuckled. “It is for my mother.”

Anthony blinked. “Oh.” His smile softened. “Well, my statement stands. She’s clearly a wonderful lady.”

“She is,” Loki replied.

Anthony held out the wooden flower for him. “Then you can have it for three gold coins.”

“Three?” Loki asked, incredulous. “So little?”

“I did say I would give you a discount,” Anthony replied.

“I’m not paying three gold coins for this.”

Anthony frowned. “Two and a half?”

“Eight, at a minimum,” Loki insisted.

“What?” Anthony looked completely perplexed. “You’re not supposed to pay more than I offer.”

“My mother would be insulted if I didn’t pay what it is worth.”

Loki plucked at his seidr, knowing he didn’t have to worry about Anthony witnessing it. His coin purse landed in his hand and he pulled out the eight coins and placed them on the table. Anthony turned in the direction of the sound and brought up his fingers, touching each coin with growing incredulity.

“Now,” Loki continued. “I also seek a commission. I would like an entire tea set like the one you have displayed in your cabinet. I have my own preferences for the design, but I am willing to listen to your suggestions.”

“You… want me to carve you a tea set?”

“Yes.”

“That will take me months.”

“Is that a problem?” Loki asked, raising an eyebrow. “You did imply I could collect any commission in a year’s time.”

Anthony shook his head, still seeming more disbelieving than anything. “An entire tea set. That is at least-”

“Thirty gold coins?” Loki suggested.

Anthony raised his head, sightless eyes locked on Loki even when he would see nothing. “You’re not one of the middle class who come here for sport. You couldn’t be, not when you’re paying me thirty-eight gold coins.”

Loki tried not to wince. He hadn’t forgotten that Anthony was smart, but he had forgotten that thirty-eight gold coins, while insignificant to him, was more than most would pay for wooden trinkets. He hurried to come up with an excuse.

“I always budget for a hunting trip. I like to have more than I need, but with the royals here, I find myself with excess coin.”

“Excess coin that could be better spent than on a tea set you do not need,” Anthony insisted.

“Should that not be my decision?” Loki parried.

Anthony’s lips thinned. “I’ve witnessed many reactions when people see my home. Sympathy, disgust, discomfort and even sorrow. But, pity is the worst. I’d rather be poor than pitied.”

Loki snorted; he couldn’t help it. He also leant back in his chair. “Pity? Why would I pity a man with a fine talent and intellect? Yes, perhaps your circumstances in life are different to my own, but I don’t judge a man on his situation, I judge him on his worth. I want one of your tea sets, and if you wish to refuse my business because of your misconceptions on my motives, then I will simply take my gold elsewhere.”

He started to leave, but barely managed to push his chair out before Anthony said, “Wait!”

Loki stilled. Anthony was wincing and staring down at the table. “I should not have assumed-”

“You were within your rights to assume,” Loki replied, but kept his tone gentle. “I don’t begrudge you that, but rest assured, no amount of pity would make me pay for something I didn’t want. I’d rather give away the money than clutter my home with unnecessary items.”

Finally, Anthony’s lips curled in a grin. “If that’s the case, then I will happily make you a tea set, Ikol.”

Loki felt a momentary pang of disappointment at hearing another name fall from Anthony’s lips, but he ignored it. After all, the only reason he was sitting down to a drink and a conversation with this man was because Anthony had no idea it was the hated second prince who he’d collided with in the street.

Loki knew it wasn’t wise to spend too many hours away from Thor. It wasn’t that his brother would come looking for him, it was that, without Loki to smooth over the ripples he inevitably caused, problems could arise.

And yet, Loki didn’t think about how much time was passing as he sat with Anthony in the man’s cottage.

They spent a good portion of the first hour discussing what Loki required in a tea set. Loki was also fascinated by the means Anthony had of sketching; he had devised a way to raise the images so his fingers could trace them after they were drawn. The rest, Anthony explained, he simply remembered.

Anthony was eager to discuss the invention and to explain the many others he’d created to help him navigate the world with greater ease. Loki was impressed by the ingenuity and determination and told Anthony as such. He was rewarded by seeing a faint dusting of pink on the man’s cheeks before he changed the subject and offered Loki more honeyed milk.

Loki accepted and this time, he ventured with Anthony into the kitchen.

The room, like the rest of his home, was bare of many utensils and comforts. It was a poor man’s home and Loki hated to see such talent and genius hidden behind such grim walls. But, Anthony refused to be pitied, and Loki would not let himself do so.

Instead, he asked about Anthony’s wood carving. He learned Anthony discovered it at a young age. A kind, elderly man had worked for his father and seeing how lost and bored Anthony was as a child, had taken the time to teach him.

Anthony had been a natural and he’d spent his whole life perfecting the talent. Anthony didn’t mention what had caused his blindness, but Loki didn’t pry.

When they sat back down at the table, Anthony turned the topic to Loki, and although he was careful not to give too much away, Loki explained he was more a scholar than a warrior. Anthony’s expression brightened and he asked continuous questions about books Loki had read. Anthony was a closet scholar, and Loki lost track of all time as they spoke about books, the realms and everything in between.

Loki only noticed the time when the setting sun painted the room in a soft orange glow.

“Oh,” he said, startled.

“What is it?” Anthony asked, concerned.

“The sun is setting.”

“Oh,” Anthony breathed. Disappointment was obvious in his voice, before he forced a smile and said with faux cheer, “You must be anxious to return. I have kept you talking long enough, Ikol. I should be able to complete the tea set within four months. You may come and collect it when you are next passing through the village.”

Loki knew he should give his acceptance and return back to Thor and the others. It was what Anthony expected and it was what made the most sense. The longer he spent with Anthony, the more likely he would be to make a mistake which revealed his identity… and yet, he didn’t wish to leave the other man.

Thor and his brainless friends were frustrating company. He had no interest in spending time in the tavern watching everyone get progressively drunker. He would be the only one to see the barkeep try not to grimace at the broken tankards. Or the waitress looking worriedly at her employer when Thor pulled her from her tasks so she could hear his latest tale.

Loki might be called chaos, but it was Thor who threw the lives of the common folk into disarray. They might be paid handsomely for their trouble, but all too often it left them struggling to right everything that had been turned on its head.

Why should he suffer the task of smoothing out tensions when he would not be praised for his actions? When Thor’s friends would only mock him and wish him gone?

He enjoyed speaking with Anthony. Why couldn’t he have some time to himself doing what he wished? His magic studies had been ruined, this didn’t have to go the same way.

“Actually,” Loki said casually. “I have no wish to spend my time in such a raucous village. Perhaps, if you do not mind the company, I could return and speak with you tomorrow?”

Anthony’s lips parted. His face openly displayed his shock, and beneath that, a quiet yearning. He did his best to cover it by looking at his drink and plastering on a smile, but his reaction and interest was plain.

“I would hardly wish to keep you from the other delights our village has to offer. The market square is bustling by mid-morning.”

“I think I have purchased enough for one trip,” Loki said gently. “And, if you are willing, I would enjoy knowing more about your craft.”

Anthony finally looked back at him, seeming on more comfortable ground as he quipped, “Just trying to steal my secrets from me, are you?”

“I’m quite certain they would be useless in my hands,” Loki drawled, but amusement coated his voice.

Anthony chuckled. “I barely know you, and I can already tell you would master any task you set your mind to.”

Loki smiled at the compliment.

“I see no point to attempt something someone else has already perfected.”

This time, it was Anthony’s turn to beam at the compliment. He gently wagged his finger. “Keep flattering me, Ikol, and we’ll have another fight over payment.”

Loki laughed softly. “I best stop then before you try to hide gold in my completed tea set.”

He stood, knowing it was best to end the conversation before he was drawn into another hour of banter. Anthony heard the scratch of the chair and his expression dimmed. His smile didn’t disappear entirely.

“I do require a down payment,” Anthony said softly, looking awkward to even admit it. “Three gold coins to cover the cost of the wood.”

“Of course,” Loki agreed.

He placed the requested amount on the table, along with one extra. When Anthony touched the fourth coin, his smile turned rueful, but he didn’t argue.

He raised his head and sightless eyes stared at Loki’s chin. “It has been a pleasure to meet you, Ikol.”

“And you, Anthony,” Loki agreed. “I shall see you tomorrow.”

Anthony smiled and gave only the barest hint of a nod. Having nothing else to say, Loki used a hint of magic to send the wooden flower to his pocket dimension, turned and left.

It was only as he was walking down the path on the way back to the village that a thought occurred to him and he paused: Anthony had not confirmed their meeting tomorrow. It made Loki realise something that brewed frustration and sadness in his heart.

Anthony did not expect him to return.

Loki gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep walking forward and not return to the other Aesir’s home. He would prove the man wrong tomorrow, and any subsequent days they spent together. Anthony would learn Loki was not an ignorant fool who disregarded good companionship, no matter who they were.

It was easy to slip out of the tavern they were staying in without being spotted. Thor and the others were sleeping off the vast amounts of alcohol they'd imbibed. Loki left a note for Thor, but doubted it (or his absence) would be noticed until mid-afternoon. He would make sure to return by then with a reasonable excuse.

He wasn’t ashamed of his time spent with Anthony, but he equally did not want word to get back to the carpenter that he was the second prince and ruin things. He didn’t cloak himself, but he did use a hint of magic to discourage eyes not to pay attention to where he was going.

He ended the spell when he reached the curve in the path where the forest eclipsed the village from sight. It was only a few minutes before Anthony’s house was visible. He found the man in what passed for his garden, sitting on a stump with wood in his hands. He hadn’t started carving yet, but a small wooden table was beside him, covered in instruments. Anthony’s face had been turned to the sun, but he shifted at the sound of Loki’s approach.

His brow was marred in a frown, and Loki chose to announce himself before he was asked, “Are you commencing my tea set already?”

Surprise came first, but a moment later, a smile to rival the morning sun spread across Anthony’s lips.

“Ikol,” he said, the name almost reverent.

He stood abruptly, his wood toppling to the grass, but he didn’t seem to notice, he scrambled for his walking stick and Loki stepped closer. Anthony met him halfway, unimpeded by the uneven ground. He stopped before Loki and his hand reached out and gripped Loki’s arm, clasping it in a firm, excited grip.

His joy at Loki’s presence was so artless. It made Loki’s heart ache, yet also made him flush with matching delight.

“Good morning, Anthony,” Loki said softly.

He kept his hand on Loki’s arm as he said, “You’re so early, Ikol. Couldn’t resist my charm, could you?”

The quip was light-hearted, and full of attempted arrogance, but Loki hadn’t forgotten the vulnerability and disbelief of earlier. This was a mask as well crafted as Loki’s own – but, he didn’t try to steal it from Anthony.

“I have found it the most preferable so far,” Loki replied, watching as surprise and shy pleasure chased away his projected smugness.

Loki far preferred the more honest emotions to the faux ones. It was why he changed the subject. “I see you are working on your projects. Were they one of mine?”

“No,” Anthony admitted. “I prefer to work on more delicate things indoors. I was merely going to carve whatever sprung to mind.” He smiled. “It’s how most of my creations come into being.”

It was fascinating.

“I am impressed you can create such masterpieces with such little forethought,” Loki told him.

Anthony shrugged. “It makes no difference to me. What is a plan but a chance to stifle creativity?”

Loki chuckled, he also let his gaze travel back over Anthony’s former seat and the wood and tools that still rested beside the stump.

“Plan or not,” Loki said. “What you are capable of is quite remarkable.”

He shrugged. “No different to any other carver.”

Loki shot him a look, despite knowing his disbelieving glare wouldn’t be seen.

“I think there is a vast difference, Anthony.”

“How?” Anthony asked, an odd smile curving his lips. “My eyes might not be able to see it, but my mind can picture it clearly and my hands show me exactly what is there.” He let go of Loki’s arm, which Loki had forgotten he was still holding, and placed his hand between them, palm up. “It is not unlike when you are in the dark. You feel with your hand and it gives you fresh sight.”

Anthony’s hand hesitated before he dared to reach out for Loki’s tunic, fingering the material with a faint smile before sliding over his casual leather jacket. Loki tried not to shiver as Anthony pulled his hand away.

“I could now touch a dozen clothes, and know yours by the feel alone.”

“That is a bold assumption.” Loki drawled, amused by the return of Anthony’s confidence – and ignoring the way his heart was racing at such an innocent gesture

“Do not doubt a blind man,” Anthony softly admonished. “We see, hear and notice a lot more than we are given credit for.”

Loki could well imagine it. He knew the benefits of being ignored. He had used it to great advantage in the past, and knew Anthony would be doing the same. Yet, Loki did not want to linger on the darker topics and downsides of Anthony’s lifestyle.

“I am almost tempted to take you up on the challenge,” Loki remarked. “I wonder what the prize would be, should you guess correctly what items are mine.”

Anthony grinned. “I’m sure we could devise a suitable wager, Ikol.”

“Mm,” Loki hummed. “But where would I get clothing on such short notice? We might need to alter the subject of this test.”

Anthony’s expression was full of amusement. “What did you have in mind?”

Loki ran through a myriad of options, but he was limited unless he wanted to reveal his seidr, something he did not wish to do. There were no other men on Asgard who wielded seidr, and Anthony would recognise him in an instant should he discover it.

But, then… perhaps with another small twist of the truth, they could still have the challenge without him revealing himself.

He called on his magic and plucked a bag of items into his right hand. They had been purchased on the first day of his arrival and not this morning, but Anthony needn’t know that.

“Fortunately,” Loki said, “I have been to the markets. Let us see if you can tell whose wares I have purchased.”

Anthony raised his eyebrows. “And I thought you had spent enough gold this trip?”

His words were teasing, and Loki smiled at hearing them.

“I told you, I budget for my trip. I always enjoy purchasing at market stalls, the ones at this village are no different.” He scanned the area, wondering where they would recline. “Now, where shall we host the challenge?”

Anthony smiled and gestured to the garden. “Here.”

He turned and walked back to the stump and Loki followed him. Anthony was careful as he got close, using his walking stick to find the wood he’d dropped and pile it to the side so he wouldn’t inadvertently trip. When he was finished, he asked Loki, “Would you be kind enough to get us chairs?”

Bemused, Loki asked, “Why not sit indoors?”

“Because,” Anthony answered. “I enjoy the sun.”

Loki’s eyes dropped, running over the visible tanned skin. The sun did agree with him – Loki, on the hand, could stand beneath it all day and his skin would never darken. It was one more peculiarity he had, but one Anthony was once more oblivious to.

Just as he was oblivious to asking the second prince to wait on him. It only amused Loki as he gave his assent and stepped into Anthony’s house. It was just as bare and lonely as before. Loki could see why Anthony would rather carve in the open air, listening to the wind in the trees and the bird song.

Although it would be quicker to use his seidr, Loki took the time to make two trips and position their chairs on a patch of even grass facing one another. Anthony took his seat and rested his walking stick beside it. He grinned at Loki and requested, “What is my first challenge?”

Opening the bag, Loki bypassed the odd assortment of items to grasp a smaller bag which crinkled as he touched it. Anthony’s brow furrowed and Loki placed it in his hand. Anthony’s other hand instantly went to the top, touching the cord holding it together – but, all too soon he brought it up to his face and sniffed.

“I see you have a sweet tooth, Ikol. This is the second stall on the left, near the tavern. It is run by an old woman who dries the local fruit.”

“Correct,” Loki confirmed. Anthony held out the satchel and Loki took it, only to open it and pluck out a piece of dried fruit. He then offered, “You are welcome to share it with me.”

Anthony blinked in surprise. Loki brushed the bag against his hand and Anthony took it with a small smile.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, pulling out a piece and popping it into his mouth.

He closed his eyes in soft bliss and chewed on the sweet fruit with delight. Loki felt a twinge of guilt. He bought dried fruit as a snack, and yet to Anthony, it was a delicacy. He tried not to let his feelings show, turning instead to his satchel.

He pulled out a leather bracelet and offered it to Anthony. “Ah, the family on the far corner. The tanner makes some lovely leather, doesn’t he?”

And, so it continued, every item that Loki presented, Anthony could pinpoint the stall it came from and tell Loki a small fact about the ones who ran it. Loki had well and truly lost the bet, but he didn’t mind and he didn’t stop.

They spent an hour sharing fruit as Anthony told stories of the people in the village. Sometimes, Loki would even tell his own tales about other markets he’d visited in his travels. Anthony was always fascinated to learn about them. Loki got the impression that Anthony hadn’t travelled much, even before he made the rundown cottage his home.

When Loki ran out of items, his only disappointment was that their game was over.

“You answered each correctly. I continue to be impressed.” Loki smiled. “What will you claim as your prize?”

Anthony’s proud smile at the start of Loki’s statement faded by the end. He seemed awkward as he fiddled with the empty fruit satchel in his hand.

“I need my hands to see,” Anthony said quietly. He raised his head, seeming uncertain yet hopeful. “May I see your face?”

Loki’s lips parted as he immediately understood what Anthony was asking. Yet, before he could formulate a reply, Anthony was glancing away. “But, I can find another reward, if you prefer.”

How many people have refused him this simple courtesy? Loki wondered, and the thought made him angry. He wanted to find the people who had denied Anthony and use seidr to make them suffer blindness for a few days. Perhaps then they would learn some humility.

But, despite his fury on Anthony’s behalf, he swallowed it down, knowing it would do little good. Instead, he reached for Anthony’s hands. The other man startled and let go of the satchel, allowing Loki to tug his hands up and gently press Anthony’s calloused fingertips to his cheeks.

Anthony’s surprise melted into another bright and delighted smile. His hands were warm and gentle as they slid over the bridge of his nose, his forehead and cheekbones. Loki closed his eyes and relaxed into the feeling. Anthony was tracing his face reverently, as if he’d been given a glimpse at treasure. It made Loki’s stomach squirm pleasantly. When Anthony’s thumb caught the corner of his mouth, he couldn’t stop his lips from twitching into a smile. He opened his eyes as Anthony’s finger traced them. A matching smile was pulling up Anthony’s lips.

They didn’t say a word as Anthony’s fingers kept exploring, tracing areas he’d already mapped, but Loki didn’t stop him. It felt nice, and intimate in a way Loki had never experienced before. When Anthony’s hands finally slipped away, they brushed his jaw with a hint of regret. Anthony lowered his hands back into his lap. His smile was relaxed and content.

Loki’s grin matched Anthony’s as he gently prompted, “Well?”

“Hmm?”

“How do I look?” Loki asked.

Loki expected a quip or a tease, but instead of making a joke, Anthony told him quietly, “As perfect as I imagined.”

Loki’s swallowed, his throat feeling dry at the soft words. His heart also chose the moment to race, but before he could say or do anything, Anthony was turning away and grabbing his walking stick.

He stood and said, his words coming a little too quick, “I have to go collect wood.” Anthony licked his lips, and after a brief pause, questioned, “Would you like to come?”

Loki felt flushed with excitement as he agreed, “I would.”

He caught a glimpse of Anthony’s smile before he looked away and started walking towards the forest.

“This way,” he said gruffly.

Loki held down a smile as he stood and joined the other man. Anthony held out the satchel which had held the fruit. Loki took it back, but he already planned to purchase more tomorrow for them to enjoy.

Clasping his hands behind his back, Loki enjoyed the peace and beauty of the untamed forest. He was a little concerned that they might wander too far inside where many beasts lurked – but, Anthony led them down a worn dirt path. The journey didn’t take more than a few minutes before they reached a tree with a wicker basket at the bottom. A pile of wood was resting within it. The wood was in all different shapes and sizes.

Loki blinked, watching Anthony bend down to pick it up.

“Someone left this for you,” Loki remarked.

A hint of amusement crossed Anthony’s lips again. “Did you believe I swung my own axe at a tree? I may be self-sufficient, but there are some things even I cannot do.”

“Who leaves this for you?” Loki asked, feeling hopeful that someone might treat Anthony as more than a leaper.

“A man from the village,” Anthony answered. His tone more brusque than fond. “He gives me his leftovers for a few gold coins a month.” He held the basket in his hands while the walking stick was slotted through the basket. “But, that’s not why I thought you might like to come.”

He carefully pointed up at a tree. It took Loki a moment to spot it as Anthony’s gesture had been a little to the left. There was a raven nest, and after only a minute of waiting, one of the birds flew to land on a branch. It cawed and two juveniles and the mate joined it. Their gaze was focused on Anthony and Loki.

“They’re hardly tame,” Anthony said. “But, they’re used to me.”

He held out the basket, and bemusedly, Loki took it. Anthony reached into his pocket and Loki blinked to find two pieces of their earlier dried fruit in his hands. He put them on the ground and took a step back. They didn’t have to wait long before the ravens were flying down and landing within touching distance.

Loki watched as they chattered at each other and the juveniles fought over the biggest piece of fruit. Anthony was smiling, enjoying the sound if not the sight. Loki had seen many animals up close, but the Aesir were loud and often scared the wildlife away. Loki could tempt animals closer with his magic, but to see this family so relaxed around Anthony, and by extension him, was delightful.

He didn’t dare to speak and break the moment. They stood side by side, their arms brushing as they watched the family of ravens for the few minutes it lasted before they flew back up to the safety of their tree.

Loki smiled at them before turning to the man who had invited him.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” Loki said.

Anthony smiled, his face still turned towards the tree and where the birds had landed. “I’m glad I didn’t misjudge you.”

Loki frowned. “Misjudge me?”

Anthony’s lips twitched and he turned to Loki. “How many Aesir would find the ravens boring?”

Loki grimaced. “A fair point.”

Anthony nodded. “Yes, but, I knew you would enjoy it.”

He held out his hand for the basket, and although Loki hesitated, he did hand it over. Anthony wanted no pity or assistance. He walked this way frequently. Loki didn’t need to coddle the man when he could clearly handle himself.

When Anthony took the basket, he flashed Loki another smile before asking, “Do you wish to see more of the animals that live nearby, or do you have somewhere else to be?”

Loki had no other plans, but even if he did, he would happily avoid them to spend longer with Anthony. A peaceful walk through the forest admiring the natural beauty sounded far greater than an afternoon in a tavern or a day on a hunt.

“I would enjoy a walk through the forest with you,” Loki told him.

This time, Anthony’s smile was hidden as he ducked his head. “Then, let me show you the nearby rabbits burrow. They might even let you pet them.”

Anthony started walking and Loki fell into step beside him. He kept an eye out for tree roots or anything that might trip the other man, but Anthony navigated with familiarity and ease. He was aware of the smallest change in terrain and could walk without ceasing his explanations of the forest and what animals lived in it.

Loki listened to his words, but he also watched Anthony, feeling a soft amazement and fascination. The more he learnt about Anthony, the more intrigued he became. Loki found himself completely forgetting about Thor, and the studies he’d been dragged from at the palace.

The only thing on Loki’s mind was Anthony’s bright smile and laughter as he showed Loki the simple beauty that Loki would have otherwise missed.

They spent over an hour in the forest as Loki was introduced to many animals, some of whom, were willing to be fed berries or leaves from his hands. One curious young rabbit even fell asleep in his lap. It was with great regret that he had to nudge it awake and let it run back to its parents.

Loki had always been fond of animals, and as a child, he’d yearned for one of his own – but such desires were not befitting a prince, and short of his stallion, he had no animal companions.

When they returned back to Anthony’s house, the other man placed the basket inside. Explaining how he would empty it later and return the basket to its owner, along with the owed gold coins.

Anthony’s expression was a little sad as he rested his walking stick against the wall. “I have enjoyed the morning, Ikol.”

“As have I,” Loki agreed.

A brief smile touched Anthony’s lips before he turned to face Loki fully.

“You are welcome to stop by here again. I would always enjoy the company.”

Loki’s eyebrows rose. “I didn’t realise I was leaving.”

Anthony blinked, seeming startled. “You want to remain?” He shook his head. “It is nearing noon. Don’t you wish to have a meal?”

“I see no reason to have my meal elsewhere,” Loki remarked.

He saw Anthony swallow and there was a mixture of discomfort and longing that passed across his face. Loki could understand it in an instant, and he was quick to circumvent the man’s concern.

“I believe it’s only fair that after honouring me with a tour of the forest, I repay you by offering a meal.”

Anthony was surprised, only for him to narrow his eyes. “You owe me nothing.”

“Don’t I?” Loki parried. “You are allowing me the peace and quiet of your home over the raucousness of the tavern. A meal in compensation is a small price, isn’t it?”

Anthony pursed his lips, but Loki could see the amusement in his expression. “I do believe you are trying to manipulate me.”

Loki repressed a smirk. He knew the other man wouldn’t see, but he didn’t want his humour to colour his voice. It was rare to find a man who not only recognised Loki’s actions but was entertained by them.

“I am trying to thank you. You are misconstruing my motives, Anthony.”

“Uh huh,” Anthony drawled, his tone indicating he didn’t believe a word of it.

Finally, Loki’s smile broke free, softening with a growing fondness for Anthony. His voice had gentled as he requested, “Allow me to bring us lunch, Anthony.”

He could see Anthony’s pride warring with his desire, and he saw the moment the latter gave out. He slumped slightly, but his smile was genuine.

“I will prepare the table.”

Loki’s expression brightened and before he could stop himself he stepped forward and lightly squeezed the other man’s arm. Anthony startled before relaxing into the touch. Loki felt triumphant and… happy. He was rarely able to offer something that was accepted so artlessly. Loki also rarely had the chance to sit down to a quiet meal with a… friend.

Perhaps he was getting ahead of himself, and perhaps this would all come to nothing but, Loki was willing to indulge himself for as long as he could.

Anthony was intelligent, entertaining and kind. He also seemed to like Loki. How could Loki resist spending as much time as possible with the other man?

If given the chance, Loki would spend the entirety of this hunting trip in Anthony’s cottage, talking with the man about nature and literature. This was the first person he’d met who he genuinely liked and was happy to be around, and Loki wasn’t about to let that go.

When Loki returned with lunch, he found Anthony had cleared the table and laid out the plates and cups. There was even a jug of water. The effort he’d gone to was almost painful. Loki couldn’t imagine he had guests often – but Loki, resolutely ignored that.

He'd also resisted being extravagant. The food was good quality, but it was simple; a reasonable meal that any middle-class family would eat. Anthony, of course, ate everything with delight and an almost worshipful hunger. It shone through in simple ways, and Loki averted his eyes and continued their conversation about how Anthony had met each woodland animal.

When they finished their lunch, they sat drinking water and chuckling over some of the stories Anthony had started telling him about men and women he’d tricked. In response, Loki admitted some of his own stories, taking care not to reveal himself as the second prince.

It was only when it became early afternoon that Loki acknowledged with regret, “I need to return to the village.”

Anthony smiled sadly. “I am surprise you stayed away this long. Surely, you visited with friends?”

Loki grimaced. Friends were not a term he would use. “We have always been better suited when in the midst of a hunt.”

“Ah,” Anthony acknowledged. “Well,” he smirked. “I won’t complain about gaining your company.”

Loki chuckled. “Nor I yours.”

Anthony’s expression brightened, a hint of pride making him sit a little taller. It was a good look on him. Truthfully, Anthony always looked good. He was an attractive man, and more than once, Loki had needed to drag his gaze away from admiring Anthony. Just because the man couldn’t see Loki’s admiration didn’t mean it was right to let his eyes wander.

Not every man admired his own gender, and Loki didn’t want to risk his time with the carpenter. Anthony was giving him more joy than he’d had in years, and he didn’t want an unwelcome advance to ruin their time together.

Especially when, even after only two days, Loki was already trying to devise of ways to see Anthony again even after Thor and the others had left the village. He was also trying to come up with a way to explain who he was without making Anthony recoil.

But, he had time before he needed to do that.

Pushing out from his chair, Loki looked down at the other man. “I will visit again tomorrow, if you do not mind?”

“I won’t mind,” Anthony answered with a grin. “Although,” he gave a rueful chuckle. “You don’t have to stay talking with me just to get away from the village.” He shrugged, the gesture a little self-deprecating. “Bring a book, I won’t mind.”

“I will bring a book, if only so that you may carve.” Loki smiled. “It is not an inconvenience to speak with you, Anthony.”

Anthony smiled again. “Then I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

“As do I,” Loki answered.

Yet, despite the conversation ending, Loki lingered a few moments more. Anthony looked relaxed and excited. He believed Loki was returning and was eager for his arrival. Loki felt a yearning to step closer, touch the man again – or be touched in response.

They had spent two days together and Loki… well, he knew it wasn’t a courtship. It was hardly even a friendship and yet, Loki wanted to step in close and kiss the man’s hand or cheek, or lips. He’d only just met Anthony but he fascinated him like no one else on Asgard ever had.

But, Anthony didn’t even know his name or who he truly was. Loki didn’t know if Anthony liked men. There was too much uncertainty in the air, and yet, Loki still found himself wanting to close the distance and feel Anthony’s hands on his face once again. This time, he wanted Anthony cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a kiss.

“Ikol?”

The word jerked Loki from his thoughts. He blinked away his fantasises and looked down at the frowning man in front of him. He had no idea what Loki was thinking or desiring. He didn’t know his guest was a hated, trickster prince.

It was why Loki plastered on a smile.

“It is nothing, I will see you tomorrow, Anthony.”

And despite wanting to teleport away, he made himself push in the chair and leave by walking. He heard Anthony call out a goodbye, but Loki didn’t reply. He left the cottage and shut the door. When he was out of earshot, he sighed and looked back at the dilapidated house the other man lived in.

How would Anthony react if Loki told him the truth?

Loki didn’t know, and he wasn’t yet willing to find out. He’d give himself a few more days with Anthony, and if they continued to fit together so well, then Loki would tell him. He hoped Anthony would be willing to look past his reputation and see who he truly was.

He didn’t care if he couldn’t have Anthony as a lover, but he didn’t want to lose the chance to call the other man a friend.

Loki spent the next few days visiting Anthony. He was always greeted with a smile and Anthony’s open delight at his return. They often spent the morning talking, but Anthony soon turned to his projects and Loki to his book. Sometimes, Anthony would ask what he was reading and, when faced with Anthony’s curiosity, he would find himself reading aloud to the carpenter.

There was one afternoon he remembered fondly as Anthony lay on the grass, his eyes closed as Loki recited passages about Alfheim. Sitting beside the other man, Loki felt purely happy and relaxed. He could have stayed in that moment forever.

But, the ones that came after it were no less enjoyable. He shared meals with Anthony, they walked through the forest twice more, and he watched as the other man started carving the first cup for Loki’s tea set.

Loki spent most of the day with Anthony and Thor and the others were not oblivious to his absence. Thor at least was distracted by a pretty maiden he was taking to his bed and rarely complained. The others teased him, but they preferred him gone, and didn’t wish to change their good fortune.

It meant that Loki was actually enjoying himself. He was forced out of the palace but had found somewhere he enjoyed. A place and a person he would happily visit after the trip was over. Loki just… needed to confess who he was before he did that.

But, honesty had never come easy for Loki. He had learnt the hard way that if he didn’t have a way to shield himself from disappointment, distaste and mockery, he would only get hurt. It was why he promised himself he’d tell Anthony the truth the day they left the village.

If Anthony no longer wanted to associate with him, Loki would still feel the sting of rejection, but he would not feel the regret of losing his last few days with the man. It was why he kept quiet and enjoyed what time he had with Anthony.

It was their sixth day together, and when Loki had commented on one of the techniques Anthony was using, it somehow ended in them sitting together with Anthony’s hands on his as he guided Loki through the process.

Loki was trying to listen to Anthony’s explanations as they were murmured beside his ear, and not on the feel of the other man’s warmth against him. Anthony’s hands were rough and steady. They'd rearranged to give Loki a better angle and all Loki could look at was the difference in skin tone. All he could feel was Anthony’s breath against him.

They were outside in the garden, sitting on the grass and Loki’s skin felt warm and he knew it had nothing to do with the sun.

“And that’s how you do it,” Anthony finished, his voice low but his hands remaining over Loki’s.

Loki had only heard half of the instructions and he doubted he could repeat the process. He swallowed and shifted his head. They were only inches apart. He forced himself not to look at Anthony’s lips.

“I think I will need more practice to be as good as you.”

“I can always teach you,” Anthony said, his voice soft.

Loki smiled. “I would like that, Anthony.”

Something flashed across Anthony’s face, but Loki barely had a moment to register it as yearning before Anthony was leaning forward and his lips were pressed against Loki’s.

Loki sucked in a shocked breath and he barely contained a needy groan as he pressed back. It was for a single, brief, perfect moment that Loki enjoyed the feel of their lips on each other – before guilt crashed over him like a wave and he jerked back, breaking their kiss.

Anthony made a soft, pained noise and his hands left Loki’s, dropping the wood and the tools to grab at Loki’s leather jacket, keeping him close.

“Ikol?” he asked, a hint of panic in his voice, and regret in his expression. “Ikol. I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“No,” Loki hurried to say. “No, do not apologise. It is my fault.”

“Your fault?” Anthony asked. He laughed roughly and one of his hands left Loki’s jacket to run over his face. “This is all my fault.”

“Anthony, you don’t understand. I-”

Yet, his words were cut off at the sound of stomping feet and agitated voices. Loki knew them in an instant and he cursed. He also hurried to disentangle them. Loki ignored Anthony’s hurt expression and forced the man onto his feet. He also stepped back. Anthony tried to cling to the leather, but Loki knew it would be a mistake.

Anthony deserved to make his own choice about who he associated with and who he kissed.

There wasn’t a moment to spare as Volstagg and Hogun turned around the corner and alighted on them.

“Finally, we find you Loki!” Volstagg bellowed. “Thor wished to leave an hour ago and sent us to find you.”

“He chooses to leave now?” Loki demanded, unable to hide his agitation. “He has spent days in the village with no signs of departing.”

“His mind has changed,” Hogun said, his voice quieter. His attention was on Anthony, watching him with curiosity. “He grows frustrated with the delay.”

Loki gritted his teeth and forced himself to not look at Anthony and see his reaction. He focused instead on his brother’s friends. “Go back to town, I will join you shortly.”

Volstagg made an irritated noise while Hogun raised his eyebrow. “He will not wish to wait.”

“Then tell him to leave without me,” Loki snapped. “I will not leave when I still have business to attend to.”

Neither Hogun nor Volstagg looked happy, but Hogun nodded his head in acknowledgement and encouraged Volstagg to leave as well. They may not like obeying him, but he was a prince and they had no choice.

The moment they were out of sight, he turned to Anthony. The man’s face was carefully blank and his arms were crossed over his chest.

“Prince Loki,” he said, his voice free of any warmth.

Loki cringed. “Anthony, it is not what you think.”

“You told me your name was Ikol. Did you do it to take advantage of a blind man?”

“The only advantage I took was the chance to speak to someone who didn’t know me, who didn’t judge me based off what they imagined me to be.”

Anthony’s lips pursed, but a hint of the frost in his eyes thawed. Anthony knew, after all, how much one could be judged off their looks – or in Loki’s case, his reputation.

“So, you came here to hide.”

“I came here,” Loki insisted. “Because I enjoyed your company. Because it was an escape from my brother’s foolish venture that he forced me to attend.” Loki swallowed and his voice softened as he admitted, “I planned to tell you before we left.”

Anthony turned away, his back to Loki and his attention on the ground. It made Loki’s heart fall. He took a half-step forward, his hand extended. “Anthony-”

“I understand,” he said quietly. He gave a rough chuckle. “And how can I fault you? I would have taken advantage of you when we first met, if you hadn’t seen right through me.”

“Anthony-”

“It’s fine,” Anthony interrupted. He looked over his shoulder, his sightless eyes seeing nothing and his smile wry. “It was nice having you here, while it lasted, Prince Loki.” He glanced away again. “If you still want your tea set, you can collect it in three months.”

“Anthony-”

“We don’t have any other business,” Anthony said. “You can return to your brother.” He laughed and shook his head. “The crown prince. And here I was insulting the royals.”

“You deserved to insult them, and I agree with your assessments. I-”

But the sound of rumbling thunder made them both turn towards the skies. Thor hadn’t liked what Loki had to say and Loki knew things would only get worse the longer he was away.

“Go,” Anthony said and Loki looked back at him. “You have more important things to do then spend time with a blind carpenter.”

It wasn’t true, and Loki longed to say damn Thor to Hel and stay with Anthony; to fix everything that had been unceremoniously ruined – but, Anthony deserved a chance to think on what he had learned. He also didn’t deserve to have Thor storming his house and throwing Mjolnir through a window.

“I will go,” Loki agreed. “But, I will be back, Anthony.”

Anthony’s smile was disbelieving; the same expression he’d worn at the very start. It was something that Loki hadn’t seen for days. Loki wished to brush it away, to go back to the moment they’d shared sitting together with the wood between them and their lips touching.

But, the moment had been stolen, and Loki could only hope that Anthony would wish to repeat it when he returned.

When another rumble of thunder sounded overhead, Loki knew he was out of time. He hated having to capitulate to Thor’s temper tantrum, but to refuse would cause more grief than it was worth. Loki needed him swiftly appeased so word would not reach Odin. He needed to be able to escape for a few days to fix this mess with Anthony.

He didn’t want to lose something he was already beginning to cherish.

It took Loki four days before he could successfully appease Thor. Luckily, neither Hogun nor Volstagg mentioned Anthony and he was able to distract Thor into talking about his conquests in the tavern. Mostly, he spent his time gritting his teeth and debating whether ignoring Thor and returning to Anthony would be worth the punishment. In the end, he refused to wait any longer. He fabricated a letter from their mother and was able to escape back to Anthony’s village.

Only, despite teleporting outside the cottage, Loki found his footsteps faltering as he looked at the mismatched building that he had become so fond of. Would Anthony still welcome him – or would the other man wish him gone?

Loki knew the only way to find out was to approach, but he found himself rooted to the spot, his mind full of conflict and uncertainty. He didn’t know how long he stood there, or how long he would have remained were it not for the man from his thoughts stepping out of the forest.

Loki’s lips parted, but no sound escaped. Anthony’s shoulders were slumped and he had his walking stick in hand. He was despondently flicking it across the path. Loki felt a conflicted surge of emotion; was Anthony missing him?

Licking his lips, Loki gained the confidence he’d been missing. He stiffened his shoulders and walked forward. Anthony didn’t notice his footsteps at first, but he paused halfway down the garden and tilted his head with a furrowed brow.

It was now or never.

“Anthony,” Loki said.

The change was instantaneous. Anthony stiffened and something pained flashed across his face before it was hidden behind a blank mask to rival Loki’s own. It hurt – but, it was a far cry from the anger he’d feared while lying awake at night.

“Prince Loki,” Anthony said neutrally.

And, that was the first thing that had to change.

Loki continued walking until he stopped opposite the man, they weren’t close enough to touch, but they were near enough they could close the distance – should Anthony ever want to.

“Please, you need only call me Loki.”

Anthony’s lips twitched, but the expression looked bitter. “Is that so?” He shook his head and made sure to walk around Loki as he continued to the house. “The tea set is not ready, if that is what you have come for.”

“I know it will take longer than a few days,” Loki said, following after the other man. “That is not why I am here.”

“Do you seek another flower than?” He gave a rough laugh. “I doubt the Queen will enjoy my little token.” He shook his head and pushed open his door. “Or perhaps some milk, I am certain a little honey was a fine treat for a prince.”

“Anthony,” Loki growled, his annoyance getting the better of him as he stepped into the house. “I found no fault in what you offered me. And I told you I would not buy that which I did not think worthy of purchase.”

Loki could see Anthony’s jaw clenching, and his anger was apparent in the way he slapped his walking stick down on the table. He turned on Loki and glared, crossing his arms over his chest. The look was no less fierce for his sightless eyes.

“Then what do you want, Loki? A place to hide? A place to pretend you are not a prince? Do you hope the blind man shall continue to be a royal gimmick for you to indulge in?”

“Do you really think so lowly of me?” Loki hissed. “Do you truly doubt how genuine I was when I said I enjoyed my time with you?”

Anthony pursed his lips and glanced away. He didn’t disagree and it gave Loki a spark of hope. He stepped closer and gentled his voice.

“Anthony, I am sorry that I misled you, but I promise, the only lie I told you was my name. Spending my days with you was a pleasure, not a trick or manipulation.”

Some of the tension had fled Anthony’s shoulders, but his arms still hugged his waist and he was chewing his bottom lip. Loki was filled with nervous tension as he waited for a response.

Eventually, Anthony asked, “Why did you come back?”

“I wanted to apologise,” Loki replied quickly. “I wanted to fix what my foolish brother and his idiotic friends wrecked.” Anthony finally cracked a small smile and it filled Loki with hope. He took another step forward. “I wanted to know whether or not my lie had ruined our… friendship.”

He'd paused on the word, not willing to risk assuming something Anthony no longer wished to give – something that was already tentative at best before they had been interrupted. Anthony’s smile got a little tighter and he glanced away.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he said quietly. Anthony then sighed and rubbed his face. “I’m glad I know the truth and I…” he swallowed, but wouldn’t meet Loki’s eyes, “would like it, if you kept visiting me.”

Relief flooded Loki, and he finally relaxed. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start. In fact, it was one of the best chances he had ever been given, after being caught in a lie.

“I would happily visit you,” Loki said. “I would also stay today, if you would have me.”

Anthony’s attention jerked back to him, his lips parting and his eyes widening – but it was only for a second before he looked away.

“Today,” his voice sounded odd. “I… yes. That’s fine.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Fine.”

“Anthony?” Loki asked, concerned.

Anthony shook his head. “Nothing. I’ll just get-”

Loki didn’t know what Anthony intended to do, but the way he gestured to the kitchen implied some kind of beverage or food – but, Anthony seemed out of sorts and when he stepped forward his foot caught the chair. He flailed and Loki moved on instinct. He darted forward and caught the other man, pulling Anthony’s back to his chest and helping to balance him. His hands caught an elbow and Anthony’s waist and he found himself looking down at Anthony who had glanced up to look at him. Anthony was pressed up against him and they were just as close as they’d been when carving wood.

“Loki,” Anthony said, his voice low and a little breathless.

The sound of his name was Loki’s undoing. He made a small noise before he bent down. His lips caught Anthony’s in their second kiss; a touch that he had been craving since the moment they broke apart in the garden.

It was a terrible decision. He’d only just regained Anthony and now he was throwing his chances for friendship away – only, Anthony kissed him back.

The feeling made him gasp from shock, but a moment later he groaned, and pressed closer to the other man, deepening the kiss and enjoying the taste and feel of the other man. He smelt like wood and honey, and Loki didn’t know how beautiful those scents were until they encompassed Anthony.

When they pulled apart it was done slowly, and they lingered close, their foreheads brushing as Loki kept his eyes closed, just enjoying the moment.

Anthony was the one to break it.

“You kissed me,” he whispered, sounding shocked and confused.

Loki’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Yes,” he agreed, daring to brush his lips over the other man’s cheek. “That is what one does when they are attracted to someone.”

His words were a soft tease, but it only seemed to make Anthony more incredulous.

“But… you’re a prince.”

Loki frowned. “And?”

“And… I’m… I’m me.”

The words made Loki want to tug Anthony closer into his arms and slaughter anyone who had put such self-depreciation into the other man’s tone. He had already seen hints of it, but Loki had also seen Anthony’s confidence and self-assurance.

He hadn’t known that Anthony would think himself so… unworthy.

But, despite his fury, Loki swallowed it down to focus on Anthony. He brought one of his hands to cup Anthony’s cheek. Smiling when the other man leant into the touch.

“Yes,” Loki said softly. “You are you, and he is a person I am fascinated by, attracted to, and want to spend more time with. You, Anthony, are the only Aesir on this planet who can so utterly ensnare me.”

Anthony’s lips parted and an endearing blush spread across his cheeks. Loki grinned at the sight and couldn’t resist ducking in and kissing Anthony again. The other man shifted in his hold and Loki let him. Anthony turned so they were chest to chest and he could fist his hands in Loki’s shirt.

The kiss remained gentle, but by the end, Anthony was all but leaning against him. His eyes had slipped closed and he kept them that way as he rested his forehead in the curve of Loki’s neck.

“I thought I imagined you kissing me back,” Anthony admitted. “I knew it was too good to be true to have found a friend, let alone someone who,” he swallowed, “wanted me.”

Loki’s arms encircled Anthony’s waist in response, tugging him into a closer and more possessive hold.

“Had Thor’s friends not found me,” Loki vowed. “Had you learnt the truth and still wished to kiss me; I would not have let us leave the garden for an hour.”

Anthony snorted, and the sound made Loki relax a little, but he didn’t release his hold entirely.

“Then you truly do not mind?” Anthony asked, still not turning his head from Loki’s neck.

Loki tilted his head to look down at Anthony. He brought up a hand and ran it through soft brown hair and smiled.

“Anthony, you make the mistake of believing there is anything to mind.”

Anthony was still for a moment before he let out a breath that found all tension leaving him. He slumped against Loki and his hands unclenched from Loki’s clothes. He wrapped his arms around Loki in a tight hug.

“I’m glad we met, Loki,” Anthony said, his voice sounding a little thick.

Loki’s smile became a little softer as he held tight to the man in his arms.

“I’m glad we did too.”