Disclaimer: I don't own Thor, or most of the characters. I only own Ara, and the story's plot.

A cry was heard from their parents room. It was the sound of a new born babe. Loki and Thor looked at each other with wide eyes. They had known their mother was pregnant, but they hadn't known what to expect. The brothers stood up from the steps they had been sitting on and ran to the doors of the room their mother was in.

"Let us in!" cried Thor. "Do as you are told! We are the princes and we are allowed to go wherever we please!"

"Not until your mother says it is alright, Thor. Loki, tell your brother to be patient," the guard replied.

"But-"

"No. Loki, tell your brother,"

"Brother, we must wait. If mother says we must be patient, then it must be exciting enough to do so," Loki reasoned.

"Or boring enough!" Thor complained.

"Come along, Brother, we must not stay around when it gets messy," Loki said, dragging his brother away.

"Messy... oh! Yes, we must leave. Good bye!" Thor shouted, sounding very suspicious. The guard looked curiously at the brothers as they departed, but shook his head to clear any thoughts about any tricks the little boys were planning. Suddenly, there was an explosion of white powder that sparkled with magic, and the guard fell onto the ground, unconscious.

"Ah! Brother! You truly are the god of mischief! Come! Let us meet our newest family member!" Thor cried, dragging his brother back to the door, and pulling it open. The two boys saw their mother in their parents' bed, sitting up, with their father standing next to her.

"Oh! My boys! Come see your new sister," their mother said with a smile. The boys stood still in shock. They had expected their parents to shout at them to go away, not welcome them. Slowly, they walked over to their parents and climbed onto their bed with their mother. There was a little red, wrinkly, wriggling thing with red hair in a fluffy, white and gold blanket.

"What is this?" Thor asked.

"It is a baby, stupid," Loki said, punching his brother.

"Then why is it red? Why is it's hair red?" Thor asked.

"Because it is a ginger!" Loki explained.

Their mother laughed, "It is your sister, and her name is Ara, and yes, she has red hair. Is she not beautiful?"

"She is red," Thor repeated.

"Yes, all babies are when they are born," their mother said.

"Why?" Thor asked.

"Because they are,"

"Stop asking stupid questions, stupid," Loki stated.

"Loki!" Odin roared.

"Sorry, father," Loki mumbled. The baby girl started crying. Their mother rocked the baby, trying to calm her, but it didn't seem to work. "...Mother, may I hold her?"

"... Are you sure you are ready?" she asked. Loki nodded, and his mother carefully handed him baby Ara. Instantly, the newborn stopped crying, and fell asleep in her brother's arms.

"Brother! Why do you get to hold her and not I?!" Thor asked, trying to grab the baby from his brother.

"Thor, stop or you will break her!" Loki cried.

"Boys!" their mother exclaimed. Ara woke up and started crying. "I am too tired for this. Odin, my love, please escort the boys out. I must rest."

"BOYS!" Odin shouted. The young brothers ran out of the room. "I must attend to things in the throne room. I will return," Odin said, leaving the room. The mother placed the new baby next to her. The bed sank instantly so that it was like a cradle for the newborn. With that, the mother fell asleep.

When she awoke, she found Thor beside her, and Loki on the other side of the bed cradle, asleep. They had snuck in to sleep next to their sister. The mother smiled at her children, and went back to sleep.

"Where are my boots..." Thor whispered, searching around his room frantically, not wanting to leave his room without shoes on.

"Brother, perhaps you should check under the bed again," Loki suggested, sitting on Thor's bed, barely hiding his amused expression.

Thor growled as he checked under his bed again, seeing nothing. "Brother, this is madness! I swear they were here! They were right next to my bed, and now they're gone."

"I have no idea of who would have stolen them. Why would they, on such an important day for you!" Loki cried, looking totally innocent and bewildered.

"Where in Odin's name are they?!" Thor shouted. Suddenly, a giggle came from under the bed, and understanding dawned on Thor's face, but he decided to play along. "Oh, brother! Maybe we should ask our dear sister! She may know who is small enough to hide under a bed and turn invisible, along with my boots!"

Loki smirked, switching sides of the trick as soon as he saw that Thor understood what was going on. "Yes, brother, maybe she does know who it could be... but I wonder where she is. I haven't seen her since the disappearance of your boots!"

"Maybe she is... UNDER THE BED!" Thor cried, grabbing under the bed and picking up his little sister by the ankle, holding her upside down.

"Thor!" Ara complained, crossing her arms.

"Ha ha! Brother, I've caught a bed bug!" Thor exclaimed.

"Indeed you have," Loki agreed, smiling.

"Loki! I thought you were on my side!" the little blond girl complained.

"I have never been known to be loyal to one side," Loki replied.

"Except father's," Thor added.

"Yes, except father's," Loki agreed.

"Put me down!" Ara cried, trying to get out of her ankle out of her brother's grip. Her long, curly, red hair hung down almost to the floor. Her fairly plain, white, sleeveless dress with a golden collar fell over her face, showing her under clothes, until she held it back up again. Her brilliant blue eyes, along with her button nose, round cheeks, and pink lips expressed her frustration with her two older brothers. Thor and Loki laughed at their sister's predicament, and Thor sat his sister down on his bed.

"Is that better, sister?" Thor asked.

"Yes, very much!" Ara replied, rolling onto her stomach, and holding her head as she looked up at her brother. "Your boots are still under the bed." Now that Ara was no longer holding them, they were visible.

"Thank you, sister," Thor said with a smile, taking them out and pulling them on.

"Are excited?" Ara asked, kicking her feet. Loki looked at his sister with amusement.

"Yes, I am. Are you? It is your day after all," Thor replied.

"Yes! Very! I've got a special outfit and everything! Mother had it made just for today!" Ara cried excitedly.

"We know. You've told us repeatedly," Thor smiled.

"I can't wait! Loki, have you seen it? I am not allowed to until it is time for me to put it on. I couldn't sneak a peek or anything!" Ara sighed.

"Yes. I have seen it. It is very lovely," Loki stated.

"Yay!" Ara giggled, making Thor shake his head, laughing slightly.

"I will never understand why you speak so differently," Thor sighed.

"Nor will I, but she would not be Ara without her strange ways of speaking," Loki agreed, putting his hand on his sister's head. Ara giggled and disappeared, reappearing with her arms around Loki's neck. Loki responded to Ara's act of 'war' by tickling her sides. She squealed and let go. Loki laughed at her, and Thor joined in. Suddenly, the door to Thor's room swung open, relieving the guard standing at the entrance.

"It is time," the guard said. The siblings watched the guard leave, then the boys looked at each other, the same idea running through their minds. And they were just boys. They had grown up quite a bit since their sister's birth, but they were barely in what the Midgardians would call 'teens'. Their sister would seem somewhere between the ages of six and eight.

At the same time, the brothers picker her up my her shoulders and by her legs, then they ran though out of the room. Thor and Loki carried Ara all the way to her room, where their mother was waiting.

"The people of Asgard have been called here today in honor of my daughter. Today, she is introduced to the court! From now on..." Odin lectured. The audience was silent, listening to their king, and looking at the young girl bowing at his feet.

She was dressed in a flowing, light green dress with long, golden sleeves. It had a light green train with the bottom shining gold, that was as long as she was. Her bright red hair was braided down her back, and she had a golden circlet on her head. The entire look was stunning. She had her head bowed to her father, but she looked to her brothers who where in her line of vision for help. She seemed to be terrified. Loki realized how scared she was and smiled slightly, mouthing the words: I have an idea. Those words seemed to calm her down, and she relaxed slightly, looking back at Odin, but every once in a while, looking back at Loki, who always smiled mischievously when she did.

Eventually, the ceremony ended, and everyone left, to go to the feast that was directly after. Loki met up with his sister and whispered, "Would you like to hear my idea?"

"Yes!" she whispered back.

"The Warriors Three seemed utterly bored during the ceremony, and I thought: Well, why don't we spice up their day after this is over?" Loki suggested.

"The Warriors Three? Won't they kill us?!" Ara exclaimed quietly.

"Oh no. Not if you do it," Loki said mischievously.

"... What should I do?" Ara asked, the excitement obvious in her voice.

"Well, listen very carefully," Loki smiled, and he began to whisper his plan.

Like most of my stories, I don't know where this came from. Tell me what you think! Do you like Ara? This is not currently counting anything in 'Thor: The Dark World' because I have yet to see it. Please tell me what you think! Reviewers get a reply from either Thor, Loki, Odin, or Ara!