So, about a month or so ago, one of my closest friends convinced me to purchase the movie Thor because I hadn't yet seen it. You guys know her as Sanity Is Overrated. But now, I'm totally in love and I must write all the ideas I have. I hope you guys really like this; it's just the beginning, pre-movie Thor. And I will eventually get to the movie :) review please!

Chapter One

"Eira," My mother crooned for about the millionth time. I grunted in response, setting a goal of finishing the next paragraph before I set my book down to help. Mother had been trying to finish dinner for all seven of my siblings, myself, her, and my father. And now she was trying to get me to help.

Again, my mother called my name, this time with more emphasis and annoyance in her tone. Still not finished with the paragraph, I ignored her. My mind was busied with a story of adventure, treasure, friendship, and betrayal. It was a copy of a book from Midgard; the original sat in the Relic Chamber in the palace. One of my friends had told me that they had seen the original which had gold leafing around the pages and intricate drawings inside. The copy I had was simply words and chapters. Nothing more.

"Honestly, Eira!" Mother shrieked, snatching the book from my hands. "I need your help! Your first day in the palace is going to be rough if you can't even listen to your mother."

Grumbling, I stood from the chair and went to the kitchen.

"And don't even think about using your magic! A dinner cooked with magic just doesn't taste the same..." She called to me from the outside of the house while trying to round up my younger siblings.

I hadn't even though of using my magic until she said something. But it was tiring to use magic, and I was going to need all of mine for the next day. Although I had been an awful student in the beginning, I had mastered what had been taught to me. Perhaps with practice and time, I would build enough endurance to not be weakened by using magic. I pondered how long it had taken Loki, the second son of our King, to master magic or if he had always been skilled with it.

Just as I began to move the dishes of food onto the very large table my father had made years ago, he burst into the room. My father was a tall man with aging platinum blond hair, a beard to match, and sapphire eyes. His arms, legs, and torso bulged with muscles making him one of Odin's finest. All five of my brothers had been born with the same build, and the same cocky attitude, of my father. Maybe that was why I hadn't really liked most boys - I suppose they were men now - I knew. My two sisters and I had inherited our mothers traits of nutty brown hair, eyes with a tawny shade of gold, and a slim frame with our own curves.

Dinner went on how it did in every Asgardian home; everyone argued and fought over attention and food. However I sat and listened, watching them all eat and drink. Once it was finished, I reluctantly helped my mother clean up. saying good night to my father, mother, and siblings who sat infront of the fireplace, I trudged upstairs, heading for my bed. I had a long day ahead of me, after all, I was going to be living at the Palace from now on.

I never understood why my mother was always so excited to get new Ladies in Waiting. They were most often ignorant fools who thought they could get away with anything because they served directly under the Queen of the Universes. However, she had confided in me that this time was different. That she was only having on lady this time. And that she had hand picked this one too.

"You'll like her, Loki," My mother crooned. "She quite talented with magic."

Of course, the mentioning of magic pricked my curiousity. There weren't many excellent female magic users in Asgard. It was a difficult talent to master and if done imporperly, the results were usually catastrophic.

I went about my normal routine that day. In the morning I ate breakfast and read a book. Torturing Thor by turning Mjolnir into rubber occupied my hours after lunch. There were a few princely activities I had to attend to before dinner, of course. The Allfather sat at the head of the table and mother sat opposite of him. Thor sat at the right hand of our father and I sat on his left.

Like normal, Thor babbled on about the adventures he and his stupid friends were planning on going on and the ones the did today. Our father listened intently to my older brother while mother and I spoke softly to each other.

"Frigga, My Queen," Allfather spoke, interrupting the conversation she and I were having. "How are you likeing your new lady?"

A wide smile grew on my mother's face. "Eira is wonderful. She already knows her way around the whole Palace. And she's quite an excellent singer."

"I should like to meet her," Thor spoke with a mouth full of food. He was a warrior through and through. No manners at all.

With the smile still on her face, my mother clapped twice. There was a swift gust of wind and the distinct, yet subtle, scent of peppermint in the air. Next to my mother stood her newest servant. She had wavy oaken hair that fell just underneath her shoulder blades. Eira's eyes were a shade of gold that mathced her hair and soft skin tone perfectly. A blind man could see the stares Thor gave her.

"Eira, I would like you to meet my family," Mother spoke, standing from her seat. "Of course, the Allfather, my husband,"

Respectfully, Eira placed her right fist over her heart and bowed to the King of Asgard. "Your Highness," she spoke softly. Her voice was like silk in the wind.

"My oldest son, Thor," Eira bowed to him as well. "And my youngest, Loki."

Eira faced me and bowed, her gold eyes holding my green ones as she did so. she turned back to my mother. "Would you like me to begin a bath for you?"

"Sounds heavenly," Mother purred as she sat back down. "How about rose water?"

"As you wish," Eira smiled softly. And with an other gust of wind and whiff of peppermint, Eira was gone.

We sat in silence for a moment, almost starstruck by mother's lady in waiting. Father sat straight in his chair, scratching his beard. Thor lounged and I glared at my now cold rack of lamb. I was utterly intruigued by Eira's use of magic. I had been using it since I was a small child and appearing out of thin air was still a challenge for me. Perhaps I would ask my mother when Eira had a free day; of course to exchange techniques.

"I like her," Odin declared, after which he stood. "The day has been long and I am getting old. Good night, my family."

I sat in the courtyard, reading the book I hadn't yet finished. The Queen has recommended it to me; another novel from Midgard. It was actually a lot better than the Midgardian book I had. This one was about a hunchback who fell in love with a woman who was way out of his league. My eyes feverishly scanned the pages.

That was until the book was snatched from my hands.

"The Hunchback of Notre Dame," Thor, the older of the two Princes, read the title aloud. He shut the book, not even bothering to save the page I had been on. "Mother used to read this to my brother and I when we were young."

"It's a good book," I answered meekly. What was I to say to a Prince who had snatched my book away?

"I suppose," He shrugged, tossing the book at me. Luckily, I caught the leather bound book before it hit me in the face. "Have you ever gone on an adventure?"

"I'm sorry to tell you I haven't," I said softly, reopening the book to find my about fighting, conquering, and then eating and getting drunk until the sun rose didn't interest me.

"Come now," Thor crooned, leaning closer to me as he sat on the bench. "You're the oldest child of Aggi Liefson and you're telling me you haven't ever gone on a journey with him at least?"

"Can't you tell the lady's untinterested, Brother?" The cool voice of Loki stopped my reply. He stood tall, black hair slicked back out of his face, green eyes almost glowing.

Thor seemed to be glaring at Loki as he stood from where he had sat next to me. "Pardon me, Eira." As he stormed away, Thor gave his brother a hard shoulder.

"You'll have to excuse my brother," Loki said softly, still standing. "He's still not aware that life isn't all about spears and axes."

Loki's comment made me chuckle a little. "It's alright,"

"Be honest though," He said in almost a wisper as e took his brother's spot on the bench. "What do you think of my brother?"

I felt my face lose its color. Was her seriously expecting me to answer such a personal question? After all, we had only met the night before. So far, my thoughts about Thor weren't more than anxiety of being near royalty. But I knew I thought Loki was portraying himself very odd.

"I think of him as my Prince, one of the two, nothing more. Nothing less. I haven't had a lot of time to get to know you or your brother."

A sly grin grew on his face. "Mother likes you well enough. Looks like you're going to stick around for a while," Loki stood and looked down at me, smile still on his face. "You'll get to know us."

I know it's a little short, but really hope you guys like it :] Tell me what you think! Thanks for reading.