Summary: Loki was not expecting such a giant mistake on his behalf, and now he and Thor are thrown into this new world, and the two began learning more and caring more about each other than the other had expected
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, if I did I wouldn't be sitting here writing this
Chapter One: This is Merely an Illusion
Loki's mind was elsewhere as he turned the fragile page of one of the old sorcery books in the castle's library. Tonight there was to be a feast on the warrior's behalf, and Loki wasn't in the mood to entertain the feeble minded beast. He was however in the mood to live up to his name, God of Mischief.
He had to renew his knowledge on illusion magic. It was a very basic form of magic, and because it was so basic, Loki did not often waste his time with it. Finally closing the book, gathering himself, and putting away the books, he began walking towards his bedchambers. He had much he need to go over, unfortunately he was halted when he ran into his brother, Thor.
"Good afternoon, brother." Thor spoke with his usual obnoxious, and loud tone.
Loki nodded in acknowledgement of Thor and began to continue walking until Thor's meaty hand grabbed his arm and said, "Do not mess up tonight's feast."
Loki, with his usual bored demeanor, said, "How could you think so low of me?" Thor frowned, "Because I know you, Loki." Scoffing and removing himself from his brother's death grip he muttered, "You know nothing of the sort." Not looking back at Thor as he continued onwards to his quarters, he knew he had left Thor with a dazed look on his face.
When the feast began everything was going according to plan. The hardest part having already been accomplished, assuring the all knowing guard, Heimdall , that nothing horrendous would happen and bribing him to keep knowledge of his wrongdoings away from Odin. Loki was in his chair alongside his family and the warriors when people began showing up. Sif kept glaring at him, and it didn't help any one's cause when Loki made her drunk fall on her lap. When he could began to grow bored of tormenting Sif, he turned his attention towards his brother, who despite having seemed tense earlier, seemed to be enjoying himself and the company around him quite fondly.
Loki paid no further attention to the future king, and sipped his ale gingerly much preferring champagne, and began to watch as two warriors, who thought the other was a female, flirt with each other. Later, Loki heard the two run out screaming when they realized what the other truly was, which gained him a glare from not only Sif, but Frigga as well. Loki brushed off the glares, and now began concentrating his pranks on the main event, Thor, who was at the moment flirting with some woman.
His brother used his typical moves on the raven haired maiden. He smiled appropriately, he paused to move her hair from her face, and his beautiful blue eyes always had a perfect twinkle in them at just the right moments. Loki was disgusted, not just at Thor and the lady he was entertaining, but at himself for getting an unknown, overwhelming emotion that consumed him. Instead of deciphering this new emotion, Loki pushed the feeling aside and gave the young woman what Thor thought was a pig nose. Thor, being the blunt man that he is, told the lady this, and although Loki had been expecting the reaction it still pleased him, kicked him in the shin.
Walking over to his brother, who was now gulping down his beverage and scanning the room for a new trophy. Standing right in front of his view of the crowd Loki smirked at the blonde, "Not up to your usual standards tonight, Thor?" Taking one last sip, Thor demanded more ale and said to Loki, "I am always up to my standards, if not exceeding them." Taking his gaze away from his brother, he looked at the servant bringing Thor his drink, causing the man to trip and spill the ale on the warrior, Volstagg. "It seems you have ignored my prior warnings." Putting his hands on his hips, and gasping, "Why that is not true, my dear Thor. I can't help if the servant was distracted by my dazzling beauty." Thor stood up trying to look as intimidating as possible, which was not a hard feat for Thor, before he could threaten his brother any further, the guards opened the main doors and a group of five light elves entered the hall. You could tell they were trying not to look upset or angered, but they very clearly were. The light elves had been allies with the dwarfs, who the warriors had just defeated and this defeat was the reason behind the feast.
Feeling the small amount of curiousty in the room, Loki decided he wanted to give himself a small chuckle before things got to tense, so he had the head of the family, who he believed was named Völundr, trip on his robes as he walking in, which caused Thor to elbow him in his side. Odin and Frigga stood from their thrones, but before Odin could welcome the new guest, Völundr rose a hand and spoke in the usual mystic voice of a light elf (which often put Loki into a state of awe from their raw power, while trying not to laugh from how silly they sounded when trying to be serious), "If you are to attack our friends Odin, you must make peace with us first." Before the guards began ushering people out of the hall, Odin said, "The party will continue on without me for a few moments while I talk politics."
Thor gave Loki a look, a look that the two had often shared in boyhood when they were curious about something new. They both wanted to be in that room. Loki, being extremely skilled in magic, grabbed Thor's hand and found a private space where the two brothers could become invisible.
It took a minute of trying to get through the crowd and to get to the room without being detected but when the two deities finally did so they found themselves in a heated debate. Odin had risen from his desk and his face was flushed with colours raging from bright red to an even brighter red, Völundr was standing on the other side of the desk, veins popping out of his face as he shouted, "You attacked my allies Odin! To most this is considered an act of war! You must have expected some form of retaliation?" Loki could play off this emotion, it was a strong suit of his, but he seemed to be noticing another emotion igniting in the room, and that was the rage of his brother's. Granted, Loki loved it when things got out of hand, as they often did when he was around, his brother's anger would not suit this argument well. It was clear the thunderer wished nothing more than to help his defend his father, and despite Loki's desire to see things get blown out of proportion he was not in the mood to deal with one of Thor's mood, and the anger of his brother's was getting near impossible to sustain.
With stormy blue eyes, Thor wordlessly pleaded with his brother to put the argument in their father's favour just for a moment. Loki was unsure how much of a help he could be, he knew for sure how much of a nuisance, but Thor's captivatingly blue eyes made it impossible to say no. Loki whispered a spell he had learned some odd years ago, the goal of the spell being to calm those in the room down. Völundr's shoulder's relaxed and sat down, Odin relaxed a bit but did not however sit down. Thor looked desperately at Loki, unsure if what was happening was good or bad. The light elf broke the silence, "I do not mean harm to you Odin, I only wish to solve this matter with little disappointed to my people and those we ally ourselves with." Odin nodded, finally sitting down, which caused Thor to breathe a sigh of relief, "As do I." The all father paused for a moment, Loki assumed trying to think of a solution that would appeal to the two men. "Since the dwarven realm lie in ruin," Völundr scowled, "why not offer help in rebuilding instead of vengeance, and if I can make peace with their king, and I will try, we well extend our resources as well. Völundr seemed pleased, and Odin rose, putting his arm around the light elf's shoulder, "Come now, enjoy the festival."
The guards closed the door after Odin and Völundr left the room, and Loki cast away the spell placed on him and Thor earlier. Loki's personal opinion, if he had to give one even though he found the entire argument rather boring and in desperate need of some form of physical violence, was that Völundr was up to something. He had been far to angry in the first place to have reached in argument with Asgardian king that early on, even with Loki's spell in place. Thor seemed to not have thought anything beyond the fact that his father had won this battle, and there was nothing more to worry about. Thor, being far more similar to Odin then he cared to admit, put his arm around his brother's shoulders and began to lead him towards the door, "Come brother, we have much to celebrate now." Shrugging his brother off, Loki glared at Thor, "The light elves are not to be trusted, and we should not be associating with them." Thor looked confused, as he often did. "But brother, why would we be so blunt about our distrust of them? Aren't you always saying to keep a watchful eye over your enemies?" It was not often when Thor outargued Loki, but when he did it absolutely enraged Loki.
Pushing past his brother, Loki left the room, the feast seemed to still be in full swing, and Loki was no longer in the mood to entertain guest, not that he ever really was. He looked past his mother's confused face and continued out of the room, and into the halls. Loki could very clearly hear his brother's pounding footsteps a couple steps behind him, but ignored it, and Thor said nothing to him until he was right outside Loki's bedchambers.
Right as Loki entered the room, but before he could shut the door, Thor entered. He was trying to be supportive, which he was not very good at. Loki sat in his desk chair, which had a window in front of it that overlooked the gardens. Thor sat on his bed, sighing. Loki, trying to start this conversation out remotely civil, "Brother, get out of my chambers before I hex you out." Thor chuckled, which caused some of Loki's many trophies on his shelves to shake. Not even turning around, Loki muttered a spell he remembered reading about early. He did not care what it was supposed to do really, but when he turned his head, his brother was not in his room.
Then again, nor was he.
A/N: I'm still finding it rather difficult to break the habit of writing in paragraph form, and I am sorry. I am also sorry if I haven't quite gotten the grasp of writing in that Asgardian language, I am trying. I would love it if you would review, I will try to update as much as possible, but if you notice me lagging or wish to give me a review outside of here, my tumblr is captain-a-fucking-merica.
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