Loki stared at himself in the mirror of his private chambers, but it was not his reflection that stared back at him. Insted he gazed upon a women nearly a foot shorter then his usual height with striking blue-green eyes and hair as dark as Hugin and Munins' wings. The glamour shivered and fell away reveling his true form underneath. A mischevious grin broke across his face and he had to hold back a bout of giggles.
This was going to be priceless, he thought.
With a flash of green light Loki changed himself back into a woman. He felt the tingle of the glamour settle into shape around him and turned in front of the mirror. For the last ten minutes he'd been perfecting this particular disguse. He intended to play a little prank on Thor in retaliation for his brother's teasing.
It had all begun much earlier in the day in the training grounds. Thor has insisted that Loki join him, the Warriors Three and Lady Sif for some sparing. He prefered solitute to pactice his aim, and spells to swords, but he was never one to decline his brother and had joined them. It had begun well enough. Thor and Hogun had wrestled and had at each otherwith clubs and mace. Than Fendral and Lady Sif had a spirited and rather entertaining dual full of swift parries and innuendious remarks (on Fandral'spart). By this point Volstagg was into the drink and begged off his turn leaving Loki without a patner which suited him fine, but his reluctence to take his turn had the predictable result. Fandral and the drunken Volstagg had jibbed and jeared at him while Thor laughed in amusement and offered a shallow deffence of his younger brother. Loki had feigned merriement and took their mocking with the false good humour that he often affected. But then Lady Sif, never one to care for Loki, had decried how he would make a much better woman then a Prince if only he were prettier.
Loki's embasrassment had burned hot in his checks as his fury burned cold within. Thor's laughter had sent him off to his rooms to do what Thor called sulking, and what Loki termed ploting.
Thor had come to his rooms hours later and apologized for his amusesment at Loki's dispense. He had made excusses for Lady Sif and his comrades; swearing false oaths of how she regretted her comment. He tried to persuade Loki to come and drink and feast with them, but he had declined this time. When Thor finally relented and left his chambers for the tavern an idea, a scheme, had come to Loki. He had long accepted Lady Sif's enviousness and dislike of him but Thor's sport at his expense had irked him greatly. He would get even with his broher in the way he best knew how. He would craft a trick to make Thor look the fool infront of him.
Loki turned again to view his disguse in the mirror. He had long ago mastered how to change shape and take on the apperance of others but this glamour was different then his usual ones. He couldn't risk taking on the apperance of someone that others might recognize. He also didn't know that many women other then Lady Sif, his mother and Frigga's haindmaidens. He couldn't recall well enough any of the female servents to take on their apperance convincingly. No, this glamour was different. He had not stolen the apperance of another but changed his own to suit his plot. The woman who looked out of the mirror at him was him, if he had been born a woman.
Yes, Thought Loki, This is going to be fun!
With that thought Loki turned and left his chambers and headed out of the palace; toward the tavern that Thor and the three fools frequented.