So I'll have you all know that I obviously don't own any of the characters. (although I wish I did, I don't) And that really all of them belong to Marvel. But I do enjoy you actually testing this story out. I would love some feedback. Good or bad. Doesn't matter to me, I would just love some. But yes, thank you. And enjoy.

rive (rv)

v. rived, riv·en (rvn) also rived, riv·ing, rives

v.tr.

1. To rend or tear apart.

2. To break into pieces, as by a blow; cleave or split asunder.

3. To break or distress (the spirit, for example).

The car ride dragged on, but Loki suspected that it would be about a five hour trip from their home to the boarding school. But after the first thirty minutes watching raindrops trail down the window of the car was more interesting than hearing his brother and father ramble on that had something to do with athletics. Not a particular favorite of Loki's because he preferred doing miniscule magic tricks, creating illusions that would fool the normal eye. He was quite well fit, but not as well-built as his blonde brother sitting beside him.

Inside Loki's mind, he already dreaded interacting with other people in the school. One wrong word and he would be the social outcast similar to his last school in Europe. It was never his intention to offend people by correcting them, but no matter how nicely he approached them it all ended up with a bruise or a slap across the face. Hiding the damage from Thor was the worst part in his book. Loki could take a few hits and feel nothing. But if so much as came home with a paper cut, Thor's blood would be over boiling in a matter of seconds. Loki appreciated how protective his brother was, but now it was getting to the point where it has become rather burdensome. Only a few incidents have caused Loki to resort to using makeup and oh the looks the received from the cashier that day. It was humiliating, but it was better than having a huge bruise on the side of his face.

A slight bump in the road caused Loki to snap out of his trance. His vision again focused on the rain drops on the window. Instead of lapsing back into a trance, Loki turned his head to see Thor out cold in his seat. His head was reeled back and resting on the headrest behind him, but since Thor had grown in the past few months the headrest was a few inches shorter causing Thor's head to tilt back at a slightly awkward angle. Loki could already see himself giving Thor a massage on his neck when he woke up.

After smirking softly at the sleeping form, Loki turned his gaze to his father. Even in a regular t-shirt and a nice pair of khaki pants, Odin still kept the tall and important appearance. Loki had guessed it was the man's shoulders that made him seem important. It certainly took away from the eye patch that covered his right eye. The police had once had a problem with his father's eye patch, claiming that he could not drive properly with one to which his father cleverly replied, "Well it's better than distracting other drivers into getting a better look at the hole in my face." And then the police left him alone after that.

"Is everything alright Loki?" Odin asked calmly after he noticed that his youngest son was staring at him from the backseat. Loki blinked a few times and then shook his head in embarrassment. Shrugging, Odin turned his eye back on the road ahead of him. It was silent in the car- with the exception of Thor's heavy breathing.

"Why couldn't mother come with us?" Loki asked, deciding to break the silence for it would have driven him mad.

"She wanted to organize the house and get ready for the party," his father replied shortly. Frigga was preparing for this banquet for a few weeks now, but of course Thor and Loki would be at boarding school. They begged their mother to stay, but in the end it was Odin that made the final choice. He wanted them to start their education early so it would be easier for them to fit into the school. They wanted their sons to be 'normal'. Loki almost laughed when they said that. How could they ever be normal?

Thor excelled in almost every single sport that he was put into and he even balanced well with his academics surprisingly enough. Although Loki wasn't in any sports, his keen interest in magic seemed come with an audience. But for this school, Odin made them promise to lay low. Thor wouldn't be able to be in any sports and Loki could not do any magic shows. In other words, they would have to be normal.

But that would be no fun, Loki thought as he pulled a marble out of his right pocket and rolled it between his fingers. When Thor woke up with a snort, Loki's fingers curled around the marble and gracefully stuck it back in his pocket where it belonged. After doing so, Loki looked over at his brother and let out a soft laugh. Confusion plastered Thor's face as he mentally questioned why his brother was laughing at him.

"Your hair, Thor," Loki explained, calming himself down. "It's a rat's nest."

"Doesn't matter," Thor proclaimed as he stretched his back. "How much longer? It seems like we've been in this bloody car for days."

"10 minutes actually," Odin piped in as he looked at his blonde son in the rearview mirror. As Thor looked out the window he could see it was no longer raining, but somehow everything looked dull. The area that they drove through seemed like rolling green hills and nothing else. Ah- no, in the distance he spotted a forest, but that was more than a mile off.

"Where's the city?" Thor asked as his blue eyes continued to search for any stone building. Or any building for that matter. It was driving him insane. Of course his father would pick a nice remote location to drop them off at, Thor thought bitterly. He hated being taunted with vast amounts of space, but then forced to be confined to a limited amount of it. As Thor looked at his younger brother, he envied him. Loki never seemed to be phased by anything that was thrown in his face. Not even when he got bullied at their other school. No cry for help would escape his mouth. Nothing. It made Thor wonder if his brother was bothered by anything at all.

It was only a matter of seconds after Thor started to stare at Loki did the dark haired boy turn his head and raise his eyebrows in question.

"Yes, brother?" Loki drawled, obviously bored by the car ride.

"Nothing," Thor replied quickly and then proceeded to look out the window at the building that they were approaching. From the looks of it, Thor guessed that the main building was about four floors. Branched off in all directions were various other buildings. It only made sense when Loki wondered aloud that he thought they were the dormitories. Thor just hoped he didn't have to share a room with anyone. He wasn't the type of share a small room space with a complete stranger. Heaving a big sigh, Thor slumped back in his seat and crossed his arms. He wasn't happy about this. Not in the least.

I just realized that this wasn't as long as I intended it to be. I might add onto it, or just make the chapters longer as I go. *shrug*