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A/N: This was just a silly nonsensical story, but it blew up after I spent several late nights thinking about the story rather than sleeping. You can blame my lack of sleep for my explosive imagination. My story is very OC-heavy, which means none of them are of any relation to those in Norse mythology or the Marvel universe. Be kind, I am new to the fandom.
Chapter One.
"Come on, Frey, keep up!" Einarr, their father, exclaimed as he urged a sword forward towards Freyja's brother. Freyja let out a sigh, slouching upon the stump as she watched her brother struggling to keep up with their father.
While old and greying, their father was one of the better warriors in Asgard and reigned supreme when it came to the topic of battle. When Freyja and Frey were young, Freyja remembered her father storming into their home, proclaiming that he was going to raise a family of warriors. Frey was as eager then as he was now, but to this day, he could not amount to the warrior that their father was. His footwork was awkward, his sword wielding was terrible, and despite his big and rugid build, he was easily startled. Freyja never understood how this came about, but it started at an early age and it's clearly something he has yet to grow out of. Though on rare occassions, he did have the tendency to impress both their father and Freyja.
"Don't make Freyja show you how it's done!" Einarr exclaimed with a grin.
Frey let out a low snarl, emphasizing his movements with more fury and annoyance. Freyja let out a quiet chuckle as she watched her brother still struggling, assuming he was imagining herself in place of their father, in hopes it would improve his aim. Surprisingly, it did and nicked their father upon the cheek. Frey became so excited that he let out a loud whoop.
"Better!" Einarr exclaimed with great enthusiasm as he rubbed his cheek. "In no time, you'll be both great!"
"Father, we all know Freyja is better than me." Frey muttered.
"Don't be so disappointed, brother," Freyja chuckled as she rejoined her brother's side. "You know you'll improve."
"Now I think you're just mocking me." Frey crossed his arms and glanced at their father who was now sitting upon the stump. "Father, are you all right?"
"I'm not as young as I used to be." Einarr stated with a huff. "I'll be fine."
"Father, I don't understand why we must practice so often." Freyja stated as she pulled her sword out from her belt and began to slash at a nearby tree. "You know there's enough time for us to do so."
"Oh, don't say that, Freyja." Einarr replied. "You will never know when the Frost Giants will arrive in Asgard."
"I'm sure Heimdall will make sure they don't." Freyja said matter-of-factly.
"He's just one person," Frey scoffed. "He can't handle a whole load of them."
"Don't doubt the power of one." Freyja spat.
"Quit your squabble, children," Einarr sighed. "Practice on each other."
"Freyja will kill me, father." Frey said with slight terror in his voice.
"Take it easy, brother," Freyja smirked. "I'll only nick you, at best."
Freyja urged her sword towards Frey who was doing the exact same. In no time at all, their swords clashed and as swiftly and gracefully Freyja moved, Frey stomped with an even more awkward grace. Dodging his every swing and every slash, Freyja eventually ended the five-minute fight after cutting her brother upon the arm.
"Like I said, nicked you." Freyja chuckled. "Honestly, brother, you shouldn't constantly let down your guard if you keep thinking I'll stab you in the heart."
"Oh, don't act like you won't!" He barked, rubbing his arm. "Father, you created a monster!"
Freyja scoffed and continued to slash away at the same tree. "Father, you raised a fool."
"You two never stop bickering." Einarr said with annoyance in his voice. "Freyja, stop teasing your brother. Frey, your sister will not murder you."
"I thought you were the older brother, Frey." Freyja called out from where she stood, still slashing away. "Fear should not be incorporated in our training."
"Freyja, you're more aggressive than most maidens already. I have enough reason to fear you." Frey mumbled as he stood behind Freyja, observing the thick welts that she had etched into the tree.
"That is because I am not like most maidens." Freyja stated bluntly, giving him a quick side glance.
"Well said, my dear." Einarr praised, mussing up her jet black hair. "Though perhaps you should tone it down a bit just for your brother's sake."
"Thank you, father!" Frey exclaimed with great relief. He then stretched out his arms, urging his sword towards Freyja once again. "Once more, sister." He muttered in a low voice.
"If you say so, brother." Freyja replied, holding out her sword before her.
The two of them circled one another for awhile until Frey began to thrash about, more violently than he previously had been, but to no avail. This caused Freyja to shriek with laughter as she pranced about, dodging her brother's attack and eventually moved into the trees; she hid from her brother who was already growing more furious with her by the second. Swiftly, she scaled a tree and found her brother far off letting out a rather annoyed grunt, his sword now tightly gripped in his hand.
"Oh, brother, it's best you become more observant!" Freyja called with an amused smile.
"This is no time for your games!" Frey roared.
Freyja merely giggled. Knowing it was going to take her brother some time before he found her, she settled her back against the bark of the tree thinking she could have some time to herself. With a sigh, she slouched in posture and postioned her hands upon her abdomen until she noticed they were no longer alone. To the left from where she was perched, lingered two boys, one dark-haired boy trailing slowly behind the golden-haired boy who was thrashing about as much as Frey. It didn't take Freyja too long to conclude that these were King Odin's kin, Loki and Thor.
"Brother, it's not father's fault." Loki assured Thor who was still operating on anger. He had slashed against a tree so hard that it caused most of the leaves to fall free with ease. Much to Freyja's amusement, Thor's chaos had caught the attention of Frey who assumed it was her thumping about.
"FREYJA!" Frey roared, jumping behind the tree that Thor had just attacked with his sword raised over his head. Thor jumped backwards, colliding with another tree and eyed Frey suspiciously. Frey who had fallen to his knees looked around with bewilderment in his eyes finding no sign of his sister in sight.
"You're mistaken," Thor muttered as he got back to his feet. "I am no Freyja."
"No, you're Thor, I know." Frey replied, glancing up into the bare branches of the tree. "What have you done?"
"A result of Thor's wrath." Loki sighed, giving the tree a gentle, sympathetic pat.
"Father is just frustrating." Thor muttered. "Though, it's of no matter to you. Have you lost someone?"
"No, my sister is too fond of playing hide-and-seek." Frey muttered bitterly.
"More like you're awful at finding me!" Freyja shouted.
"Freyja, we're not done!" Frey yelled with frustration.
Freyja sighed, slipping her sword into her belt and jumped down before her brother. "Happy? I told you to become more observant, Frey. I'm sure father would admit the same thing."
"I would." Einarr said as he finally stumbled upon his children. "I thought I advised you to keep close when it came to fighting one another."
"Sorry, father," Freyja smiled. "I got a little carried away."
"As you always do." Einarr stated, glancing at the tree with bare branches. "Frey, did you do that?"
"No, Thor did." Frey told him. "I just stumbled upon him because I thought he was Freyja."
"What are you two doing out here anyway?" Einarr asked, glancing at Odin's children.
"Thor's just taking out some anger." Loki explained.
"Well, perfect!" A smile curled upon Einarr's lips. "You could practice with my children!"
"Father! It's Thor!" Frey said, terror had returned to his face.
"Frey, I'm starting to think Freyja was right... fear has no place in our training."
Freyja smirked. "What's the matter, brother? Too afraid to fight Odin's son?"
Frey merely sighed and took a glimpse at Thor who seemed more than eager to release all the anger pent up inside of him. Frey twitched. "No, not at all."
"Then go on, begin." She urged, pushing him towards Thor who couldn't help, but smile. "Only mere nicks upon the skin are allowed!"
Einarr, Freyja, and Loki then proceeded to move aside as they allowed the two to begin to fight. Thor, who was clearly more enthusiastic about the fight than Frey, began to urge his sword towards Frey with every chance he got. Frey merely began to run around in circles, in fear that Thor would do a lot more than nick him.
"Frey, you haven't even made a single attack!" Freyja exclaimed frantically. "This is a battle, remember?"
"Oh, you try fighting him!" Frey cried out, peeking his head out behind a tree. Thor instantly slashed against the tree, causing Frey to flee in terror. "Father!"
"Frey, this is good practice, keep at it!" Einarr encouraged. He then turned to Freyja and sighed, placing a hand upon her shoulder. "Perhaps we should go easier on Frey."
"Well, who knew fear was a factor for Frey?" Freyja asked.
"It's definitely not a factor for Thor." Loki pointed out.
Freyja chuckled. "Is he always like this?"
"When angered and excited," Loki replied. "Yes."
"So all the time?"
"Pretty much." Loki sighed. "There is no controlling my brother."
"I wouldn't think so." Freyja said as she watched her own brother make an attempt to attack Thor, but he hesitated and it caused his sword to fly off towards their direction, merely landing by their feet.
"Father, are we done?" Frey whimpered, quickly picking up his sword and scampered off towards his father.
"Nice try, Frey." Einarr sighed, patting Frey upon the head. "Thor, that was excellent. You would make a fine king."
"Duly noted." Thor said with a slight bow.
"Perhaps they can join us in training." Freyja suggested with a mischievious smile towards her brother. Frey, who was already beaten internally and completely discouraged, merely glared at her. "Don't you think it's best we become accustomed to how other people fight, father?"
"Good suggestion." Einarr praised. "What do you say boys?"
Thor merely grinned. "We were be more than happy to. What do you say, Loki?"
"Sure." Loki replied, but he seemed a bit uncertain, though it hardly phased Thor's decision.
"Then it's settled. Perhaps tomorrow afternoon?"
"We'll be here!" Thor exclaimed with excitement.
"We best go home." Frey muttered without much hesitation, already making his way through the trees.
The five of them bidded their farewells and began to take their seperate ways, thus beginning a new friendship between the children of Einarr and the children of Odin.