1OO lifetimes -- 66. trade
He wasn’t supposed to wander into the depths, it was an unspoken rule of Asgard. Being Crown Prince of the underwater kingdom, Thor was obligated to obey those rules.
Alas, he was young, spirited, and in love. Under these circumstances, the rules hardly mattered to him. So, he swam deeper than any Asgardian before him. His powerful red tail propelling him to darker, colder waters.
It was in a cavern that he found who he was looking for. Loki, the sea-witch. Tales in Asgard painted him to be a heinous beast, not unlike the creatures that dwelled on the very bottom of the ocean floor— terrifying with numerous teeth too big for his mouth, and big bulging eyes incapable of sight. Yet, the creature before him was anything but. The bioluminescent algae made the cave glow blue, lighting up the sea-witch like a King in his own right.
Beautiful.
Loki dropped from his perch; eight, powerful, black tentacles spreading to make the motion graceful and delicate, much like the rest of him. His hair, dark like his many appendages, spread out around him like an ominous halo. He approached Thor like a predator to prey.
Thor swallowed, out of his element. He didn’t move when a clawed hand reached up to smooth at his cheek.
“Odinson, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Loki purred, swiping his hand away and retreating.
Thor felt a tickle at his tailfin and looked to see one of Loki’s tentacle arms wrapping around it— he wiggled out of its grasp and Loki threw his head back in a fit of laughter.