#`thorofjotunheim

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Thor couldn’t believe it. Even now he still couldn’t believe it. 

On the day of his coronation, their golden city... HIS golden city... overshadowed by the swath of dark Elven ships, their Kursed soldiers raining upon his people not as precious scatterings, but as an army.

Father had swept out to engage their enemy and so had he, rallying their battle tested people to defend their homeland. But the whole reason why Odin was passing on his crown was because he required rest. With a portal spilling endless battleships and enemies, the numbers of which even Thor couldn’t fathom where from, the All Father fell.

Soon, their mother who guarded their weak, their people and their home, fell too. The news reaching him far too late as he strove not to be swallowed in their relentless wave. Loki, who had managed to return to Frigga’s side just before it happened, went into a fury of magic. Filled with anguish and rage himself, red blinding his sight as he fought as a Berserker, those were what he last knew of his family before he found Malekith stepping upon his head, grinding it into the ground.

They had ‘washed’ him since. Rinsed away the blood, stripped away his armour. Revealing tender skin and a delicate physique that spoke nothing of his battle strength. Marred only by the numerous scars of heavy battle wounds he had begotten in the war. Taking away his hammer and shackling him in dark metal etched with glowing runes, Thor could do little else besides stumble where they led, weakened by the ever present curse magic.

Mixed among Aesirs and many other races unknown of the Nine, Thor stumbled out into the cold, naked. They were trying to break his pride, but even in the ill-lit frozen landscape, his natural glow shone brightest. Golden hair tumbling in cascading rings and curls almost to the ground, Thor growled and dug his heels in before they dragged him onto some sort of platform. 

It was Jotunheim, he’s sure. Back then, their realms were still on poor terms. But now he was here... and he understood just what was about to happen. Wide blue eyes cast over the crowd as he swallowed. The dark elf announced his status and name.

— @thorofjotunheim, sentAugust 17th 2016, 9:15:00 pm

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Ice was warmed by his excitement on winning him, and grinning when he got to him. His grin widened even more on being greeted as a warrior, and he returned the clasp firmly.

“Call me Ice,” he said. The first time he’d met a twin he’d thought he was going mad. He was still wondering why so many of him were Aesir. Was he the exception? “Svass, it is a pleasure to meet you. It has been some time since I had the pleasure of meeting a twin.” Svass’s handshake was firm, as he expected, and his gaze fell to Mjolnir at the other’s side. The hammer was legend, and more than once he wondered if he was worthy of her but he’d never get anywhere near his universe’s version. Asgard was locked to his kind, and the treasure vault even more so.

“I take it you have plans for your prize, twin?” he asked slyly.

Expecting no less than that first clasp from his own twin, regardless of their difference in race,  Sváss looked up at Ice with curious sparkling blues. “T’is a pleasure to meet you too. Never before have I seen a Jotnar twin, so pardon me if I’m too forward.” Not that, what they were about to do, was going to be anything but. 

Noticing his twin mildly distracted from him, his grin tamed to a sly smirk mirroring Ice’s own before he used their firm clasp to draw the other into himself with his great strength. Naturally, his other hand had moved behind his twin’s back, bracing him firmly. Pressed against each other like this, it was clear the long haired blond was slightly more than a good foot shorter than a jotnar smaller than most he’d seen before. Despite having to raise on his toes and stretch his neck just to whisper close below Ice’s ear, the smaller thunderer was decidedly more overbearing and confident of his own balance in doing so. “Of course, twin mine. Just a little fair warning, I am not one who submit and receive.”

Dropping back on his heels, he smiled up warmly at Ice and kissed the back of his hand as he smoothly shifted their clasp into a handhold. “You don’t mind, do you?”