Thor and I were battling against the Jotuns. It wasn't difficult for Thor, but for me, it was. Throwing my daggers and disappearing at one's sight.

"This should be a hobby!" Thor shouted among the chaos.

"For you!" I replied.

Thor looked at me. I was at least ten feet away from him, now fighting with sword.

"Try and keep up with me, brother!" Thor continued.

I killed the frost giant I was fighting. I turned towards Thor. My face was grim.

"What is it, brother?" Thor asked.

"I suppose you think this is a game?" I replied.

Thor stopped fighting and looked at me. "Well its fun, isn't it?" Thor smiled.

I chuckled.

"For Asgard!" We both cheered at once, and before we knew it, we were back in Asgard, fixing up my wounds. Thor was pasting back and forth, asking me how I got those wounds.

"I don't understand," said Thor. "I turn around, and there you were, getting shot in the ankle. Why the ankle, brother?"

"You're acting rubbish." I replied. "It is not too deep-ow. Be careful, miss." I charmed the maiden who was cleaning my wound. She lifted her left eyebrow.

I sighed, "Miss." I said. "You volunteer to clean my wounds, and yet you show me no interest."

She brushed her red hair behind her ear, and smiled. "If that is so, there is a reason for it." She tightened my bandage.

I closed my eyes tight as if it hurt. She looked up at me and smiled with delight. "Done." She sighed happily. She got up and left the room.

"She fancies me." I tried to convince.

Thor chuckled. "If you say so, brother."

"BOYS!" Odin barged in angrily. "What did I tell you about battling the Jotuns? Not only that, but alone?"

"Well, we tried to get Lady Sif and the Warriors Three to come, but they refused." said Thor.

"I do not care if they refused! You still did it!"

"It's dangerous." Frigga added.

"And that is why we wore helmets." said Thor. "Well. At least I did. I do not know about Loki."

"No." I said.

"And where is your helmet now, Thor?" our mother asked.

It was silent. I was looking at Thor as if to say, Well?

"I lost it," said Thor. "I lost it in battle." He looked at me, who was smirking half way. Odin looked like he was about to explode in rage.

"Loki," Frigga changed the subject. "My dear, what happened to your ankle?"

"An arrow shot through it." I responded.

"Oh…" Frigga replied. She looked at her husband. "Odin, honey, how about you calm down. We can think about their punishments later." She grabbed him by the hand, kissed him, and slowly walked out. When she shut the door, she winked at her sons and left. It was silent.

"That worked out better than I thought." Thor said finally.

"You think?" I asked.

Our mother came back in. She sat on the sofa next to me. She felt my head to see if it was hot from infection. She smiled as if to say, Oh thank God. "Now," she said. "I want to know what really happened. If you tell the truth, your punishments will not be as harsh as your fathers'."

"It was my idea." said Thor. "We didn't ask Lady Sif and the Warriors Three to come, nor did we ask anyone else. It was supposed to be a secret."

"How did you get past Heimdall?"

"It was our lucky day," Thor replied. "He wasn't there."

She gave him the look like What?

"We arrived to Jotunheim, and fought without saying a word. Then…" He pointed at my wounded ankle. "He was shot by an arrow."

Our mother looked at me. "Is that the truth?" she asked firmly.

I nodded.

"Was Laufey there?" She asked.

Thor and I exchanged looks. We both shook our heads. The queen sighed in relief. She looked at her sons and noticed my right hand was blue.

"What is it, mother?" I asked with concern.

She took my hand to cover it up hoping I didn't notice. "I just don't want to lose my precious sons." She answered, then reached over and kissed me on the forehead. She gestured Thor to come over and she hugged her boys. "Let's just pray we do not have a war upon us." She said.