[S1 CH.1: Banquet]

It is a clear spring day on the emerald green lands of Ireland at a castle. Many Fox clans argue back and forth about the humans going missing. While they are worried about this, they meet with people that are a bit odd in dress and powers. These people call themselves "Asgardians." They seem to know what is happening to the human race.

Realizing another race is taking the humans. The two kinds team up to take down the blue aliens and send them packing to the deeps of space.

The two races become allies and to honor the treaty they have annual banquet at Asgard, these odd beings home. As the fourteen main families arrive they are amazed by the splendor of what is in front of them.

"Welcome all! May we be allies until the end of days!" a beautiful blond woman announces with a bell like voice from a throne.

One by one the families give there greetings and say what land they are from. Eventually the Ireland family steps forth.

"Thank you for having us King Odin and Lady Frigga." A curly orange haired bows as his wife curtsies beside him. "I am James Saor. And this is my wife Samantha." He motions to the wavy peach haired woman beside him.

"It is an honor." Samantha curtsies with her yellow eyes glittering with delight at all around her.

"It is our honor to have you here." Odin gives a small head bow.

"And who is this?" Frigga spots the shy peach haired child behind her mother's skirt.

"This is Kit. Our daughter." Samantha gently nudges the orange eyed child in front of her.

"Kit, what do you say?" James stares lovingly at her with his orange eyes.

"T-thank you f-for having us." Kit stammers as she curtsies with violets tied in her pigtail braids.

"You look to be about the age of our youngest." Frigga smiles down at the precious little girl.

"Indeed." Odin nods. "Thor, Loki! Come over here to meet our guests." Odin calls over at two young men.

Two young men come over. The older brother has golden locks with blues with a commanding presences. The black haired younger brother seems to be a bit timid, yet his green eyes seem to pull Kit in.

"Greetings. I am Thor." The blond eight year old bows.

"I… am Loki." The slightly shy six year old bows as well.

"I… am Kit." Kit curtsies to them.

"Why don't you young ones run off and play?" Frigga motions to the magnificent garden nearby.

"Alright." They nod then head off.

Spotting his friends, Thor abandons the two timid kids. They glance at one another from time to time, unsure what to say.

As the party continues dancing begins. Most are couples or soon to be lovers.

Seeing Kit's eyes widen with delight at the music, Loki decides to do something brave. Taking a deep breathe he hops down from his seat and stands in front of her.

"W-would you l-like to d-dance?" Loki flushes as he bows with his hand out stretched.

"Y-yes." Kit turns a small shade of red as she takes his hand.

The two try to copy the dances to the best of their ability. Yet seem to end up stepping on each other's toes. Deciding it was best to make up their own, they begin to enjoy themselves more.

Laughing as they twirl around and make up their little dance, they fail to notice others beginning to watch their new moves. Their parents simply smile at this.

As the day slips into night, the party begins to wind down. Lovers sneak off for… quality time. The foxes begin to leave with their sleepy children.

"Kit? Kit where did you run off too?" James calls as he searches for her.

"Where could she have gone?" Samantha ponders a bit worried about her.

"I know." Frigga smiles as she motions for them to follow her.

They go down long dimly lit halls. Coming to a room, they pear in to see the sweetest scene, to this day cannot be topped. Loki and Kit are snuggled on a large bed with a book of myths in between them.

"We can't move her. Can we?" James whispers with a soft smile.

"I can't see how." Samantha shakes her head slightly, wishing there was a way to capture this moment.

"She can stay for the night. If that is alright with you that is." Frigga whispers glancing at the Saors'.

"That would be wonderful. Thank you." James bows gratefully.

Sneaking out, as to not wake them, they turn back to see Kit nuzzle his shoulder as she turns slightly in her sleep. Loki's head rubs against hers' as he readjust in his sleep.