When Christmas Went Around, a thor fanfic

Everyone wanted to see their ruler. They thought they had the right reason to interrupt their king from his boredom.

"… They were everywhere and I was not able to do anything about it. How could you let it happen? There is nothing left…" a woman was describing her heartbreaking story. The king didn´t speak. He let her get everything out aloud. He had plenty of time.

The woman was not able to end her lament. There came a huge storm in a shape of a tall blond man. "How could you even think about it?!" his voice boomed in the hall. The king was not pleased. He opened the mouth slightly, breathed in and he spoke with his calm freezing voice: "You may overlook that we are in the middle of very important conversation. You also walked along the queue. Every single man is waiting to be heard by me. We prefer equality in our land. So go to your place and wait for your turn."

"Seriously? I am your brother," Thor was disappointed.

"You are not. And I am deadly serious. Go to the end of the queue. And you madam, please, continue," he returned his attention to unhappy woman.

People were coming and the crowd was getting thin. Everyone still remarked about royal brother: "Don´t Your Majesty know there is mighty Thor among us? It is nice of him that he is waiting with unworthy men who we are. You should take him first," they were saying constantly.

King´s patience was tried hard but he resisted. And then there came the time the thunder man appeared.

"What do you want?" the king stroke.

"It´s all your fault," Thor started.

"Excuse me? What do you think I have done," he folded his arms.

"All teachers and students complain about my son. They think he is evil. I see the traces of you in his behavior."

"Maybe, we have something in common, brother," Loki looked arrogantly. This meeting reminded him of the reasons why they didn´t get along.

"You made him to do those things. He hasn´t behave like this before."

"He has not, indeed. His classmates were mean on him before," Loki was not able to find control. He couldn´t stand the thought that someone was bullying his nephew. He was in rage and it made him cruel: "He is your son. You should explain him what he can or cannot do. I have no voice in this."

"You want to make me laugh. You care about him. And he loves you. He doesn´t listen to us so you must talk to him."

"I rule this place. I have no time to do what I want. There is a burden of responsibility for entire land and its people laying on me. It is more work than you can imagine," the king showed his importance.

"I beg you. Talk to Tommy."

"Well. Holidays are coming on Midgard, aren´t they? You can make a visit," he sounded neutral.

"You are inviting us for Christmas," brother was thrilled.

"What are you talking about? I don´t say anything like this."

"You know. Christmas, winter holidays. People give presents to each other and spend time together."

"Interesting," said Loki but in voice that showed he was not interested at all.

"So. We will come."

"Don´t be over excited. I will not celebrate your so called Christmas with you," the ruler made a statement.

December was ending slowly and the palace was waiting for guests impatiently. Rooms got rid of the dust and counterpanes. Fresh air filled the chambers. Everything was prepared for them. And then, they came and Christmas came with them, too.

Family decorated the palace with Christmas motives. Corridors were filled with cookies´ aroma and there was a sound of Christmas carols inside few rooms. The ruler was surprised he hadn´t banned any of their actions. They should have remembered they weren´t on Midgard.

There was one thought that was haunting the king and made his nights the sleepless ones. He came out late in the evening. He was walking with no exact goal. He was passing through the empty silent halls of his palace. He was a prisoner of his memory still.

Loki turned left. There was a strange person in red suit. Loki gripped his knife immediately. He was prepared to end the upcoming danger if the man gave him a reason.

The mage came to the creature quickly and quietly. Blade of his knife touched intruder´s ribs. "What have you come for?" the king said.

"Don´t be a fool. I am Santa Clause," he said. Loki realized he knew this voice. But still he was vigilant. "Who the hell is Santa Clause?"

"I bring gifts to good children." Then the red man turned and showed his real face.

"Why are you wearing this stuff?" the mage asked.

"It´s a tradition. Why are you up?"

"It is none of your business. These are really strange traditions. You look like Odin in bad unfitting clothes. You ruin my sleep totally," Loki said and came back to his room.

He woke up early as always. He had his habits and he wasn´t willing to change them even for a chance of family breakfast. But this day, a child ran into the dining room. "Uncle, come with me to see what Santa brought us."

"Go and tell your parents first," he advised. Tommy left the place. The mage finished his meal and joined Tommy and his parents. Loki did what he was best at. He observed the scene in front of him. Father, mother and their son centered around the dazzling tree. They seemed happy. Loki disappeared.

The mage blocked himself in his workroom. He focused on problem he still had. There was one girl he met. She was the mysterious one. She knew things he did not. And that made him more curious than he was able to accept himself.

He stood in front of a mirror which can connect him with every view he wanted to see. "Tell me, mirror, where is she now?"

"Still the same answer, my liege. She is nowhere to be found," the mirror said.

"This makes no sense. Well. Show me the night we parted."

The mirror obeyed. It was an autumn night. Loki and Tommy made their leave. Then she appeared with a piece of paper in her hand. She looked around and nodded. "Next year I will be transfer to Pigfarts," she said. Strange thing happened after that. A lion came out of the shadow. It had a hat.

Loki was interrupted by a knocking. He got up, covered the mirror and opened the door. There was Jane and Tommy. "Wow, you look terrible. You must go out one day," Jane told him.

"What?" Loki was still confused.

"You look terrible. Biscuits will help you. Tommy?" she turned to her child. The boy carried a tray full of cookies and glasses of milk.

"Come in," Loki opened door widely for his nephew.

There was a dim green light inside. Man and boy sat around the table. Cookies and glasses lied on the desk.

Uncle remembered his role: "You did something bad at school I heard."

"Mum told you?" the boy wanted to know.

"It was your father who told me. But it doesn´t matter. Are they still offending you, your classmates?"

"Not much, because I can fight back. I use the spells you showed me," Tommy stated proudly.

"But in a different use I see. I´m impressed. But if you still behave like this, your classmates will accuse you of anything. It wouldn´t be nice."

"What can I do?" the child asked.

"You should make yourself useful. You are witty and talented. Show them you can copy homework or help them cheat exams. They will come to you sooner or later," Loki didn´t understand how the wreck he was could give advices to anybody.

"Thank you," said Tommy. The boy was about to leave.

"Wait, Tommy. I have a present for you. I don´t know how this Santa Clause stuff works. You know, I was a naughty boy. You can ask your father. Take it," uncle gave him a small ancient golden horny helmet. "It was my first one. Your grandfather gave me it when I was physically in your age. I think it will suit you better than me now."

"Thank you. It´s the best present ever." Tommy gave them a hug. "I love you," the boy added. Uncle said nothing but he felt the same. The child came out, helmet on his head, to join his parents and his gifts again.

Loki came back to the mirror and let the story continue.

"This was your last task - to make one boy gay. Now, you are able to study at Pigfarts. Come with me," the lion said.

"But I am not eleven anymore," she protested.

"Age means nothing for us. We don´t judge students for their age, gender, sexual preference or race. And all we do is singing and dancing. We may judge you according to your singing or drawing skills."

"I can draw," she replied.

"Great."

She sat on its back and they went away. The mirror went black. Loki sat on the chair and stared at it for a while. Then the lion appeared once more.

"Do you want to transfer to Pigfarts to extend your knowledge?" the lion asked.

"Well, okay," Loki hesitated a little bit. "Am I talking to a lion? I am definitely mad."

"I am professor Rumbleroar, headmaster of Pigfarts, the school for most talented wizards and witches. You dull creature."

"Pardon me then," Loki said irritably. "Could you take me to her?"

"You offended me. What do you think? No way. You are not permitted to touch. But I will change my decision if you do something for me." Rumbleroar made impressive pause, after that he continued: "Bring me the blue Infinity Stone."

Loki thought about it for a very short time then he frowned.

Rumbleroar roared with laughter. "I´m kidding. Sit on my back and hold me tight."Everyone wanted to see their ruler. They thought they had the right reason to interrupt their king from his boredom.