AN: Okay guys seriously don't expect this to be good. AT ALL. not yet anyway. i'm so freakin tired, so i'll sort it out in the morning. i just really neede to post this otherwise i'd have gone crazy. bare with me. It'll get better i swear it to you.
Loki sat upon the large marble wall. His green eyes searching the crowded courtyard for any sign of his brother. He couldn't see the tell-tale blonde head bobbing up and down. Nor the heads of Thor's friends. Loki sighed.
Why was it that he was always the first one there?
He fidgeted with his leather waist coat, it suddenly feeling restrictive to his small frame. The servants and maids eyed him up from the corner of their eyes as they passed, each looking down at the young prince with disdain. They had always favoured his older brother, though it was usually he who got them in trouble with his temper and attitude.
Even though Thor was only six and Loki four, the elder always caused more trouble than need be, and usually blamed it on his younger brother. Heimdall would always find them, and would always inform Odin of their whereabouts, His tall authoritive form stomping down the rainbow bridge to come and retrieve the two young princes. Though Loki suspected the smile he tried to hide wasn't meant for their eyes.
Loki shifted again, playing with the buttons of his leather arm guards when he heard the tell-tale giggle of Sif. The small black haired girl who followed Thor where ever he went.
"I am sorry brother. Volstagg required sustenance tis why we were so long." Loki glanced towards the large boy. He was tall and stocky, built like a marble pillar. His reddish brown hair coming down past his shoulders in loose waves. Loki frowned slightly. Volstagg was the worst of Thor's friends, always finding something to comment about. Be it his appearance or his unnatural slenderness.
The boy grinned back at him.
"He almost ate the entire kitchen's stock!" Fandral chuckled his dark blonde hair bobbing along with his head. Volstagg turned his smirk towards Fandral, bearing even more teeth.
"Indeed." The smallest of all, Hogun replied. His mouth continuing to stay in its prominent straight line. Thor grinned as he moved to stand beside his brother. They were polar opposites. Thor was warm, whilst Loki was cool. One would never say they were brothers, but the way they were together, they were more than brothers, they were the closest of companions.
Fandral rolled his eyes at Volstagg, who was now punching his chest.
"To where do our adventures take us today?" He grinned up at the princes. Loki and Thor turned to each other, both grinning widely towards one another. They had planned it at the dead of night. They were to sneak into the lowercitie's, taking the most crowded route so that Heimdall could not find them as easily, and then they would sneak across the wall and into the forest. Loki had planned it so that Heimdall would not find them till it was far too late. Their young height had come to their advantage, though Loki worried if Thor had gotten too tall to do such things.
"We are to sneak into the meadow's, the one my father oft speaks of." Thor's eyes lit up as he spoke to his friends. They gasped, Fandral and Volstaggs eyes lighting up with challenge. Though Sif was not so accepting of it.
"But it is forbidden. We are far too young to travel through the lower cities unattended. Odin said so." She pouted, her brows furrowing as she stomped and crossed her arms. Thor sighed and turned to face his younger brother who was now standing by Hogun who eyed him suspiciously.
"Sif, do not you wish to prove your worth amongst us men?" He whispered, moving to wrap his arm around the small girls shoulder. Sif froze, her cheeks becoming heated as she looked up to the boy she idolised. Thor grinned down at her, flashing her his perfect teeth.
"Y-yes… but tis wrong Thor!" she was adamant. Her lips pouting even further than before. Loki sighed and rolled his eyes. They played this charade every time they were to go somewhere. Sif would be defiant until Thor would batter his eyelashes at the young maiden. He knew how to work her to his advantage even at such a young age. She could not deny him for long.
"Sif please." He smiled, pulling her slightly closer into his side. "Who knows what beasts we may slay. You would return a hero."
Sif smiled, her eyes traveling into the far reaches of her brain as she envisioned wild images.
"So long as I am the victor in out stories." And away she went, storming off into the small passages and down into the crowds. Thor and Fandral looked towards each other and grinned, racing after her. Loki sighed.
They crept their way between the crowds. Twisting and ducking between limbs and appendages. Sif was the quickest, though the shortest. She zoomed between people, almost running towards the outer gate. They had been gone only a few minutes and things had seemed to be going well. Thor had almost caught the attention of a guard, but Volstagg soon sought to that by kicking over a merchant table the other side of the street and racing off into the crowd.
Loki could feel the excitement, adrenaline pumping through his brains. His heart was pounding in his chest and he could barely contain his glee.
"We are not far now." He whispered to his Brother who nodded in return. A few more yards and they would be leaping over a wall into the great unknown.
"OII! What are you doing down here?" he heard the stern voice of an elder and then the scream that seemed to pierce through the entire lowercity. The entire crowd seemed to freeze in an instant, making the young warriors bump into people who merely shrugged them off.
"I said what are you doing down here?" a guard stood tall amongst a clearing the crowd had made. Everyone waited with bated breath as a small child stood shocked on her feet. She was small, more likely Loki's age than Thor's. She was pale also, with strikingly dark brown hair that set off her creamy skin.
"What's happening?" he heard Sif whisper as she came to stand next to the rest of them. They had seemed to gather at the front of the crowd, all watching as the scene played out.
The young girl stared up at the guard, her dark brown eyes wide with fear. In her hand's were bread and an apple both with a toothy chunk missing from them. She whimpered when the guard stepped closer to her, growling and bearing teeth like a wild animal.
"You stole those did you not homeless brat?" He gritted out, raising his hand. Loki gasped, his breath catching in the back of his throat. He was so much larger than that girl, who ever she may be. He felt Sif flinch beside him when the loud slap cracked through the air.
"My father shall not be pleased!" Before he could stop him, Thor was standing between the girl and the guard. His lips fell into a pout, puffing his chest out to look larger than what he was. Thor was always one for theatrics. The small girl whimpered on the floor, the food rolling away from her grasp as she tried to lift herself up. Loki didn't know what to do. He wanted to go and help, but something told him to stay put. To not get involved.
"And who are you to tell me what to do?" The guard laughed without humour, his features turning dark as he knelt down, his face level with Thors. Loki's tiny hands balled into fists. He did not like the way this man spoke to his brother. Though Thor showed no affect. Instead it heightened his determination.
"I am Thor Odinson, and for your actions my father will punish you." He said, lifting his head with pride and crossing his arms across his chest, happy with his retort. The small girl was on her feet by now, cowering behind Thor's much larger body. Loki could see the angry red hand print on her face, and something deep down growled.
"And what's stopping me punish you as I shall punish this brat behind you?" The guard snarled. Sif snarled and dived in front of Thor. Fandral yelped and almost fell over by the shock of it.
"I am. You shant have either of them." She stood firm, outstretching her arms to cover both children behind her.
"As am I." The crowd darkened and each person turned to see the tall figure of the all-father glaring down at his two sons.
"Did I not strictly forbid you to come down here without myself or your mother?" His voice was stern but gentle, understanding the boys needs for freedom. It was all that loki could to but nod. Odin sighed and ran a hand through his greying hair. Something sniffled and whimpered from behind Thor and Odin stopped. Sighing he moved Thor to reveal the small girl.
"Take her to your mother son. I need to speak to this guard. Thor I shall speak with you later."
Loki grabbed the girls hand, she was small especially for her age. He smiled at her and she all but grimaced, fearclear on her face.
