"Come on, Loki! Let's go play outside with father!" Thor would shout from a distance. I would always make sure I kept my distance away from him, for his voice was as loud as booming thunder when he shouted. I remember running after him, chasing him outside of the castle grounds and down the streets of Asgard, never taking anything seriously, as normal mortal children would do. But we were in fact very special indeed. We were gods. We were no earth dwellers. We had a rightful place on our father's throne. And I always knew…
That throne would be mine.
I woke up one frosty morning, dew still forming on the grass out my bedroom window. I would never get close enough to the window, for father prevented me from making contact with anything icy. I would get out of bed, throw my cape over my shoulders, and run down the stairs, waiting for the warm breakfast mama would make: Biscuits and jam, my most favorite combination. Thor was down there before me, slamming his fists on the table wildly, indeed, very excited. I sat down next to him, trying to keep myself away from him, as he was demanding for food.
"Calm down, Thor. Breakfast is on its way." Mama would say. I glared at him from time to time a bit fearfully, but I side tracked on the smell of the biscuits cooking. I could tell they were almost ready.
"IT'S READY!" Thor shouted, shooting up from his chair. Father sat him back down, chuckling. Mama placed a plate of steaming hot biscuits in front of us, and went back to the kitchen to grab the jam. She walked back over, leaning down to kiss father on the cheek, and gently placed the jam in front of my plate.
"Now it's Loki's turn to have the jam first." Mama said, looking over at Thor. Thor groaned angrily and folded his arms, slouching over. Mama walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Now now, Thor. No need to be selfish." She said, walking back to the kitchen to get the two biscuits left for her and papa. I picked up the small thin butter knife and slathered the jam onto my biscuit, watching it soak into the bread.
"My turn, Loki!" Thor shouted, his arm blocking my face as he snatched the jam from me. I blinked a few times and turned to look at him angrily.
"Boys!" Father shouted. Both of us looked over at him and slowly sat back down, murmuring an apology to each other under our breaths. I took a large bite of my biscuit and looked over at Thor who still had the jam beside him. I took the jam from him and placed a magic sprite of the same exact jam in the same exact place. I continued to eat my steaming hot biscuit as it burned my tongue, trying to pretend nothing had happened. Thor tried to grasp onto the jam, but to his surprise, it vanished before he even touched it. He pulled his hand back, and stared in awe as it reappeared. I tried to hold in a grin, as he repeatedly tried to grab the jar.
"Grrrr! What is wrong with the jam?!" He shouted, and I burst out in laughter. "Lokiiii!" He whined, groping onto the real jar of jam this time. "That was not funny, Loki!"
"I thought it was pretty hysterical." I admitted, as he grunted and gave me the evil eye, turning to look at me repeatedly as he cautiously spread the jam onto his biscuit. I was surprised to see no reaction from neither mama nor papa, for they usually yelled at me for using my magic out of battle or not in a time of severe distress. After I finished eating, I excused myself from the table and looked out the window, noticing that someone had already warmed up my room massively while I was gone. I took off my cape and pulled my chair to the window, watching all the kids have fun. I folded my arms and lied my head down on them, sighing. It hurts me to not be able to play outside with any of the other kids during such infrequent weather. Dad walked in shortly after I sat down, and knelt down next to me.
"Loki, I know how much you desire to be outside with the rest of the children. But you know the risks and consequences."
"Father, but… But I do not know what the consequences are to be! Will I encounter a Frost Giant?"
Father let out a sigh and placed a warm hand on my shoulder. "I wish it was not just that, Loki." He said, looking into my eyes. I stared at him with a bewildered look and he chuckled. "Oh, and Loki, before I leave… I just wanted to let you know that what you did at breakfast was very disrespectful, and that you should apologize to Thor immediately." I stood up and politely shooed him out of my room, shutting the door forcefully behind him.
"Thor does not need any apologizing for what he has done to me…" I mumbled, lying back down on my bed. I looked up at the ceiling and imagined how it must be like being able to play in the snow with all of Thor's friends…