Thank you all for reading my stories, it really means a lot! :D anyway, this is just a short novel on Loki and Thor's life from childhood to Thor. Be prepared for feels! Hope you guys like it and please leave a review! :3

"Brother, wait for me!" The four year old called, his green eyes sparkling in the afternoon sun as he ran through the garden.

"Can't catch me!" The six year old blonde teased. He ran into the castle and raced toward the throne room.

"Ahhh! Watch were your going Thor!" Fandrall mumbled as Thor ran into him.

"Sorry Fandrall!" Thor yelled as he continued his way to the throne room.

"Not fair brother!" The four year old panted. Small droplets of sweat ran underneath his neatly kept black hair and dropped to the floor.

"Thor beat you in a race again Loki?" Fandrall asked with a smirk. Loki nodded his head and sulked into the throne room to find Thor sitting in his fathers lap on the throne. Loki approached his mother and sniffled.

"Come here, my dear," Frigga smiled as Loki hopped into her lap, her voice as smooth as silk.

"Thank you mother," Loki smiled and leaned into his mothers dress.

"I win again!" Thor chanted. Loki stuck his tongue out at his older brother. "Now Thor, you know it's not right to boast. And Loki, put your tongue back in your mouth," Odin said.

Sif, Fandrall, Hogun and Volstagg erupted through the large golden doors with large smiles on their faces. "Thor, would you and Loki like to play?" Sif asked happily.

"Sure," Thor smiled as he hopped off of his fathers lap. Loki followed as they ran out to the horse stables.

"What are we doing?" Asked Loki as he ran along side his brother.

"We're going to go check on the new baby pony," Sif smiled as she continued to run. The boys all stopped in their tracks.

"Go see a pony? That's for girls. We want to do something exciting and adventurous!" Thor said. Fandrall and Volstagg nodded in agreement. Sif's shoulders slumped.

"Oh. But I thought you wanted to see the pony."

"Maybe some other time. Come on, lets go to the weapons vault!"

Sif gasped. "Thor, you know the weapons vault is off limits to us. Your father would be so mad and we'd get into so much trouble!"

Thor snorted and rolled his eyes.

"He'll never know. We won't touch anything, anyway," he said proudly.

Loki tugged on Thor's tunic softly. "Brother, are you sure?" He whispered softly.

Thor smiled reassuringly at his little brother. "As sure as I'll ever be."

Loki smiled softly and took off. "No fair! You got a head start!" Thor called after Loki who was rapidly gaining speed.

Thor and the others raced after him, making sure not to knock any citizens over as they made their way to the weapons vault. Their quiet footsteps echoed through the empty hall of the weapons vault, the dull blue glow from the Casket of Ancient Winters bounced off of the stone walls.

"We're are the guards?" Volstagg asked nervously.

"Out on break I suppose," Thor responded. Volstagg fidgeted his figures as they slowly approached the casket.

"Wow," Loki whispered. Thor smiled and stood in front of the casket, turning to face his friends.

"Ehhh, what is that?" Fandrall asked raising a brow.

"This is the Casket of Ancient Winters. The source of the Jotun's power. Father took it from them during the Great War," Thor boasted proudly.

Loki shuffled behind Thor and stood behind the casket, the soft blue glow illuminating his face as he reached for the handles. Fandrall and Volstagg gasped in awe but Hogun remained quiet. His eyes traveled over to Loki and his mouth opened, but he closed it slowly as Loki's small hands grasped the handles.

"The Jotun's?" Volstagg whispered. Thor nodded happily as Loki stared into the swirling blue of the casket, his tiptoes the only reason he could reach the the mysterious box. The young boy was so engulfed in the casket he never noticed the tips of his fingers gaining a blue hue.

"Stop!" A sudden voice called from the doorway, causing the children the turn to attention. Odin rushed down the steps and pried Loki lose from the casket, rubbing his hands to warm them and to return them to their normal color. Odin held Loki in his arms and looked at the five children.

"What do you think your doing?" The old king asked.

Thor gulped and took a step back. "I was showing my friends the Casket of Ancient Winters," he smiled shyly.

Odin glared at his eldest son. "And you brought Loki? You know he's to young to come here, and your to young to come here on your own. You know that."

Thor looked to the floor. "I know father," he sighed.

Odin looked to the others. "You four, I want you to go back to your homes, now!" His voice boomed down the hall as Sif and he others ran off. Odin grasped Thor hand and pulled him along gently. "Come, your mother needs to help me figure out your punishment."