Perhaps it was sly or a refusal to accept his reality, but Loki had once again locked himself in his rooms after his conversation with Thor. He could not help but continuously mull over his preposition in the hours when he was alone, which were many. Thor, for some reason, seemed sincere in nearly offering half the crown to him, but Loki knew he could never set foot in that throne room as himself without being summoned or judged. To do so would tarnish the name of the King, and that could not have been farther from what Loki wanted for him.
Loki knew he had no real right to contemplate taking Thor's offer to step in and provide council for him, but the King had seemed insistent upon its offering. While Loki was not sure that he right to accept, on the other hand, he was not sure he had the heart to decline.
So he reached a conflict. How could he protect Thor from the reputation he would garner by having him so near the throne without abandoning Thor?
Constantly disguising himself from sight would take a toll on him, draining his body and mind, and would eventually render him useless to the King. He feared perhaps that his collapse would coincide with a moment in time he might be most needed, and he would fail his appointer and be seen as only more of an enemy of the crown. His only power of disguise that might offer a solution is his ability to alter his form. He certainly could not sit by Thor as a pet, but he could stand by him under the guise of a consort.
Many of the court were simple, they forgot most about him but not the threat that he posed. He could more likely than not count on the fact that they would not remember the extent of his powers. Though changing his body would be a strange sensation at first, he would be able to adapt well to it. It would not be the first time he had tried this game. The last was many years ago, before he attempted a genocide of his own native people, before he learned that he was nothing but a prince of Asgard, second only to the Crown Prince. Loki had altered his gender to female then to play a joke on Thor's friends without being caught. The charade worked perfectly, none of the future Warriors Three suspected a thing -even Sif was caught unawares- and they all fell for it. The Warriors Three boasted their concentration, so Loki -in his disguise- revealed to them how easy to was to distract each one. Fandral with more skin than was proper, Volstagg with a dish almost never served for its expense, Hogan with the chance to impress with his hidden skill in music. Now however, Loki would hope that this disguise would distract the subjects of Asgard to allow him to assist Thor.
The transformation was simple enough, a magic he was more familiar with because of his uses of it. For a while after, he could only look at himself in a mirror. Immediately after the shift, his skin was blue, his eyes red. His disguises would always be two-fold, the first to change his body, the second to hide his race. As a jotunn woman, Loki felt confident enough to say that he was pretty. As an Asgardian woman, his confidence fell short. He would always have his black hair and his green eyes, his pale skin. The beautiful women of Asgard were golden, with shining yellow hair and amber eyes. Thor's blue were unusual and coveted for that quality. Loki's green were seen as similar to the poison that must fill his soul.
Would Thor recognise him enough like this? Or would he be turned away like a concubine or unwanted suitor. There was only one way to learn his fate and the success of this plan of his.
As Loki made his way to where he believed Thor would be, he contemplated taking his plan a step further, hiding his identity from even the King. Would Thor take the advice of a woman, even if she appeared as knowledgable as a man? If he chose not to his his identity, but still stood as a consort to the King, how far would Thor go to make the situation seem legitimate. Loki did not think much on this plan, knowing that even a consort would not be allowed in the throne room unless they were wedded. Thor had thought Loki strategic, and yet he was failing already.
Loki twisted his fingers in his skirts as he stood in the hall, conflicted on what to do.