"Frozen- A Thor and Loki FanFiction"
Chapter 1, The Beginning
{A.N. Please read! Hello, everyone. I'm so glad I started this story; ever since I saw Frozen, I've been telling myself that I was going to write this story, and finally I just sat down with my earbuds in and started it. If I get enough reviews and things I'll add a bonus chapter after chapter two, titled, "Of Course I Wanna Build a Snowman".
I wasn't sure whether to post it in "The Avengers" or "Thor", so it just ended up here. Oh, well. And I'm doing a lot of this by memory, so I apologize if it's off or whatnot. But this is a parody, it's not supposed to be exact, anyway. So, taking that into consideration I went with it.
Let it be known that I do not own any of the characters from Thor, not the movie Frozen. I am making zero monies from this project; I'm just having loads of fun writing it. Please, rate and review and all that good stuff. It's that sort of thing that keeps me posting!
Now, without further ado… Enjoy your reading experience.}
"Brother… Brother, wake up!" Called the little boy, blonde locks sashaying about his fair skinned face, that of which was positively bright with jubilation. It was late at night, and the only light in the boys' large and grand bedroom was a pale, phosphorescent shine from the moon outside of their window.
It cast a pale, white light around the room, but Thor barely noticed. He climbed on top of his younger brother's bed, unable to contain his excitement and delight. With a grin that seemed far too big for his small face, he continued the task of trying to awaken his raven-haired brother.
"Brother, come on. Wake up!" He put his miniscule hands on Loki's shoulder, shaking the exhausted form before him. The younger boy groaned deep in his throat, fatigue causing his eyelids to remain heavy. "Thor, go back to sleep." He murmured, almost incoherently. Having none of that, Thor crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Persisting, he began to whine, "But, Brother! Come onnnn!" He elongated his word, trying to express how adamant he was. "Don't you-"
"No, Thor!" Loki barked, pulling his silken blanket up to his chin, snuggling back into his cocoon of warmth. "Go back to bed."
"But… But…Brother… Don't you want to build a snowman?"
His eyes snapped open.
{Time Skip}
Thor, trying to hide his laughter behind his palm, practically had to drag his brother down the massive staircase. "Shhh! Thor; please, be quiet!" Loki shushed, a slim finger to his lips as he stumbled over the marble stairs and his own two feet. "If we get caught out this late, I'll be the one who gets in trouble!" As if to make sure no one was around, Loki looked right and left.
"Oh, lighten up," Said Thor as he tugged a bit on his brother's hand. "We'll be fine. Hurry up!" Loki stumbled a bit more, gritting his teeth. "I'm going as fast as I can." He's learned not to take Thor's word or advice on much, and if Odin found Loki using his powers-especially at this early hour-it would be his head on a platter, not his older sibling.
Finally, as they entered the gargantuan main hall, Thor let his eager exhilaration shine through his sparkling cerulean irises. "Alright, alright; now do the magic! Do the magic!"
"It's not magic, Thor," Loki scolded as he had done so many other times before. "It's… It's… well, I'm not really sure." He gazed down at his open palms, longing for an answer as to why and how he could manipulate snow and ice this way, but trying to accept that he may never know.
"But it isn't magi-"
"Yeah, yeah, okay. Do your stuff, then!"
Rolling his eyes and ignoring the blatant ignorance of his brother, Loki opened up his fist to expose a swirling mist of snow. Thor threw up his arms and cheered.
"Shhh!" Loki smacked him on the arm fiercely.
Soon enough the entire living area was filled with snow; it was an indoor winter wonderland, despite the heat sweltering in the night outside of the castle. Thor couldn't help himself; he hollered with joy as he slid down a snowy mountain, no sled beneath them, cold seeping into the seat of his pants. He shivered, smiling all the while.
"How do you do it?" He asked Loki as they slowed to a stop.
He looked behind him at Thor, whose face was a beacon of happiness. It made Loki proud to know he was the reason for Thor's immense joy, even though he couldn't rid himself of saddening thoughts, such as how his own father would look upon him as if he was a monster of sorts when he thought Loki was not paying any attention.
But he always was.
"I don't really know." He said honestly as snowflakes fell from his fingertips. "I just… I just do it, you know? I think about it, and; boom. It happens. But, sometimes I can't control it. If I get really sad, or angry, or… upset in any way, really, the ice consumes me, and-"
"Hey." Thor interrupted. Loki tore his gaze away from the snowfall of his own creation and looked back at the blonde boy. "Don't be so serious. C'mon; I want to jump on snowy hills again! That's always fun." Loki knew he was trying to lighten the mood, for he's had to witness the terrible occurrence of his younger brother's harshness, but it never made him afraid.
He knew that Loki would never hurt him.
"Alright," Loki agreed, standing. Despite the cold and ice surrounding him, he didn't once feel any sort of chill. "Jump and I'll catch you." He instructed, readying his hands, holding out two open palms, setting himself in a stance. They've done this enough; he knew what he was doing.
Thor did as he was told, and with a burst of shimmering blue and white, Loki put an icy hill under Thor's feet, catching him as he landed. Thor heartily laughed, enjoying himself. He jumped to the next, and the next, and the next. Each time picking up a little bit of speed.
Loki felt sweat bead his brow. Thor was beginning to jump faster than he could conjure snow. "Wait, Thor-slow down!" He yelled, panic gripping at his heart. At the height Thor was jumping from, he could severely injure himself if Loki didn't catch him. Odin would find out that Loki was using his abilities for senseless games, and a grueling punishment would be in order.
Not only that, but if he hurt his dear brother, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.
"Thor, please! You have to slow down! Thor, I-I can't keep up… Thor!" But the boy was deaf to his relative, for only the sounds of sweet merriment rang through his ears. As Thor leaped into the air, Loki started to slip on the ice beneath his feet. He screamed, both in surprise and fear for Thor. Shooting blindly, praying to catch his inevitably rough fall, Loki blasted snow in Thor's direction, unable to do anything but watch as he fell himself.
He watched the burst move, reaching out his arm as if just his shear willpower could catch Thor, but his snow smacked the boy's face right between the eyes, and he came tumbling down. Tears pricked at the corner of Loki's eyes as he rushed to the side of his fallen brother.
"Th-Thor…" He whimpered, lower lip trembling. "Thor, please…" He pulled him to his chest, a single tear racing down his cheek and dripping from his chin. "I'm so sorry! Oh, Thor, this is all my fault." Upon hearing the noise, Odin and his wife, Frigga, rushed out of their bedrooms to investigate.
"Loki!" Boomed Odin, face reddening in anger. "What in the Gods name have you done, Boy?" The older man rushed over to his firstborn son, physically pushing Loki away with his hand. The tears were heavy on the boy's cheeks, and he made no attempt to wipe them away as he usually would in his father's presence.
Frigga put a frightened hand to her mouth, looking around at the mess her son had made. "Oh, dear…" Was all she managed to mutter. Crystals made purely of ice littering on the ground and the ceiling, stalagmites and stalactites created by her youngest child.
"I didn't mean to," Loki pleaded, afraid of his father and of his poor brother's possible fate. "Honest. It was an accident. He-He wanted to jump from the heaps of snow I made, but he went too fast for me to keep up, I-I"
"Don't you say a word, Loki. Do you hear me? You stay quiet. I don't want to hear a peep come out of that mouth of yours." For good measure he raised his flat hand and smacked Loki in the jaw, sending a hot flash of pain into his cranium from his mouth. Seeing black dots, Loki blinked nefariously and tried to ignore the faint feel of swelling in his reddened cheek.
I deserved that, He painfully thought, ice trickling up the walls, a subtle wind beginning in the room. I'm a monster. I hurt my one and only brother. Oh, Thor. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Frigga turned to her husband, anger flaring behind her otherwise kind eyes. "Odin! There was no need for that." Her gaze found Loki then, and she forced a smile to come over her lips. "We know you didn't mean for this, Honey. Thor will be alright. We'll make sure of it." Though, even to Loki's ears it sounded as if she was trying to reassure herself more than him.
"He's ice cold." Odin reported, cradling Thor to his broad chest. Loki tried in futile to swallow a sob, but didn't say anything. His cheek throbbed, and he internally winced. He wiped at his tears with the back of his hand, the wind getting stronger by the second. "What can we do?" Frigga asked, worry ebbing from every word. Odin picked up his son, looking down into his pale complexion.
"I know what we have to do. We need to go to Heimdal; he'll know what to do." Frigga was taken slightly aback, but she couldn't help but agree. Nodding, she put a gentle hand on Thor's cheek. She recoiled, his face freezing. She checked for signs of frostbite, and then turned to Loki. "I think you should come with us, Baby." She said. Frigga dropped to her knees, so she could be eye level with the sniffling Loki.
She grabbed his shoulders and began to rub them in hopes it would calm him, if only the slightest bit. Loki's chest hiccupped with a sob, but he tried not to show his despondency. "Alright," He agreed. "I'll come with you."
Frigga smiled, hugging Loki to her chest. Nevertheless, the bone chilling wind billowed her untamed brunette locks around her head in a miniature flurry. "It's settled, then." Odin's stern tone startled Loki, making him pull away from his mother. "We're leaving. Now."
Loki swallowed the knot in his throat.
{Time Skip}
Heimdal gazed down at the comatose Thor, wrinkles creasing his brow in concern. "How did this happen?" He asked, eyes locking on Loki, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it for confirmation. Loki didn't meet his gaze, even when Odin roughly bumped his shoulder.
"I… We were just playing, Thor and I. And, accidentally, I…" He looked at his hands, now loathing the cold flakes beginning to form. "Is he going to be alright?" He asked under his breath. Regardless, Heimdal heard his query and was unable to stifle a heavy sigh.
"Yes, I can heal him. But…" He averted his gaze to Frigga and Odin, a dark seriousness making his eyebrows furrow to one another. "If it was his heart, it would be much more difficult. The heart can only be destroyed, repaired and uplifted, not persuaded. Unlike the mind, which is very easily influenced. But, I'm afraid… to keep him safe, I should take some…" He cleared his throat, eyes dropping to a shivering, unconscious Thor.
"Some necessary precautions." Loki looked up then, a hard rock dropping to his stomach. Frigga gnawed on her lip, but Odin nodded. "Yes. Anything." Loki rang his hands together but listened intently, hanging on to every word from Heimdal.
"Well, I believe it would be best… If we erased any memory Thor has of Loki and himself enjoying his… different abilities. It's best if he forget any of this every happened." A gasp overtook Loki and he took a step back, shaking his head. "So… So he won't remember I have powers?" Heimdal pursed his lips. Frigga put a gentle hand atop Loki's shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze.
"No, son." Heimdal answered. "But this is for his own protection. You see, there is great power and beauty in your gift. But, there is also great danger within it. Fear, aggression, sorrow; all of these emotions can trigger your ice manipulation."
He looked into Loki's growing eyes, patting his arm solemnly. "You must learn to control it. Can you do that for me?"
"Well, I-"
Heimdal interrupted his train of thought. "If not for me, than for Thor. He needs you to suppress this power you possess. Will you do it?"
Blinking to dismiss of the water burning behind his eyelids, Loki nodded. "Yes, Sir."
"Good." He looked back up to Odin. "Give me the child. I'll heal him."
With a heavy heart, Loki hugged his hands to his chest. He knew how to compress this curse. Clenching his fists, jaw tightened, he etched a mental mantra into his brain.
Conceal. Don't feel.