Chapter 1

AN. Hi guys, I did it, I went and made Norse gods Egyptian characters. Makes total sense… not! But it just wouldn't leave my head. This may be M-rated later, not sure, but it won't be at least till later.

"Mother, mother!" A child's voice rings out amidst the heavy sound of running horses, the shouts of the soldiers among them and the clash of swords. People from the Northern tribes had invaded the land of Egypt and were put to a stop at the city of Tanis. They had been plundering along the way and the wealthy house of the impressive Odin, who had made his wealth with trade and fishing, was the next logical thing to do. They were stopped by the imperial guards and they had successfully put a hold to the Northern tribes. They were hunting all those who remained alive to kill them on the spot.

Currently they were following a girl, or a boy, with raven hair who was running for its life.

"Loki, to me!" A woman shouts, she was fair to the eye and reached out to her young son to come to her. And the boy run with all his might. Thor, his brother had already reached Frigga and held her dress. The woman darted forward and threw her body in front of her kids. "Stop, in Ra's name, please stop!" She begged the oncoming horsemen. "These are my sons, they mean no harm!"

But it must have been too silent, or the horses were too loud, but no soldier heard her, or they all ignored her. When the dust settled, Frigga was on the ground, blood covered most of her body. Two children tugged at her arm but no reaction came from the once fair woman.

One of the riders got off his horse and approached the two children with raised sword.

"If you intend to keep your job, your life and your honor, you lower that sword right now!" A powerful voice bellows from behind the two children.

A man with an eyepatch on his left eye walked up to them. "These are my children, and… that is my wife you trampled. I will give you one chance to leave these grounds and if I see you again it will cost you your life."

The soldier recognized the man. Odin had fought in battles and was renowned and one of the wealthiest man in the North. "But him" he spat "he can't be Egyptian. His eyes, they are possessed! Egyptians don't have green eyes and certainly not that bright" and he pointed to the raven haired kid.

"He's blessed by the gods." Odin all but yelled "and if you so much as look at him again, I'll poke your eyes out myself!" The man nodded, bowed his head and returned to his horse.

As strong as Odin had been in front of the soldiers he all but fell to his knees at the dead body of his beautiful wife Frigga as soon as the soldiers were out of sight.

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Loki woke up with sweat running over his face. It was not the heat, it had been the same nightmare all over again. How his mother died, his father lost it all and how they moved to Abydos, because someone owed their father. His father had died almost immediately when they arrived, because of an ailment that had taken most of the people in that area of the city. The old friend of their father saw no further point in keeping his word and moved the two sons to something less accommodating in the slums of Abydos. Thor and Loki now lived among slaves and thieves, but they tried to live as honorable as they could. Thor risked his life by fishing in the Nile, something the crocodiles looked forward to every day. Loki helped out at a near bakery, earning himself one bread a day. It wasn't much, but it kept them alive. He felt the cold touch of Thor's hand pressing a wet piece of fabric against his forehead.

After all that happened all the brothers had, was each other and Thor was set on looking after his little brother. All they owned were the few plates and pots, the clothes on their back, two sheets to lay under, the shabby cottage, and the mysterious letter Odin left Thor to read when Loki turned 21. Thor couldn't read, but he wouldn't read it regardless. His promise to his father was something he cherished. Plus his father never did anything without reason.

Loki did not know of the letter, Thor kept it hidden as best he could. The papyrus was more expensive than anything they owned, but he could not bear to sell it.

"Brother, you should stay in bed today. You feel warm, and I can get fish for the both of us." Thor said. The finality in his voice made it clear to Loki to not argue. And truth be told, he could do with a day without torment. Whenever he worked at the bakery, women and men alike would touch him, grab at him, until the baker would chase them away, telling them, if they were so keen on having the 'Treasure of Abydos' they should marry him, but until then let the man bake his bread.

The baker was happy to have Loki, as it raised his sale of his moldy loafs of bread. Loki's were better, but he saved those for the higher ranked customers.

Thor left Loki alone in the hut and left for the Nile. As soon as Thor was out of sight, Loki got out of the hut and walk to the nearest bare hill overlooking both the city and the slums. He could see the nile and if he really tried possibly see his brother using his spear to try and catch fish. He enjoyed sitting here in the sun and no matter how long he stayed in the sun, he'd never tan. He was hiding beneath a white cloak as it was, to keep curious travelers that passed at bay, not showing them his emerald eyes. His father and mother had always called them a blessing, but they had only turned out to be a curse. They were both gone and he missed them.

His breath hitched in his throat as he saw a dust cloud on the horizon aiming for Abydos. For one full minute he expected it to be a Northern tribe trying to invade the city, but he realized later this must be some group of really important people as he noticed the chariots and palm leaves shaped fans. At least a high priest or something. Loki relaxed as he sat back down. He could care less about gods and high priests. He tried begging to Isis, to bring back his parents, but she had ignored him. Seth wouldn't release his parents either and if they reincarnated, he hadn't found them yet.

He pondered about this some more while his eyes grew heavy and he felt asleep in the scorching sun.

Thor had successfully caught seven fished, which would be plenty for him and his brother and some more to sell on the market. If he was lucky he would get enough to buy Loki some new clothes. His old were starting to rip at points and though he would never admit it, he was in desperate need of a new set. As he set his eyes on a new target he heard ruckus further up ahead. The fish started to be restless and it got impossible for Thor to catch another one. He shrugged and as he was about to get the basket made of leaved with the caught fish, he noticed a young man not a far from him. He was hitting the water with a stick. He was so loud, he'd surely attract the crocodiles.

"Hey, stop that, you'll attract the crocodiles!" The brunette looked up with fierce eyes. How dare this peasant talk to him like that.

"How dare you speak to me? Do you know who I am?" The young man gulped. "Crocodiles? I-I'm not afraid of those!"

"That may be, but neither are they for you." Thor said. As he stepped forward to the young man he noticed a log moving slowly to the young man. Not a log though. "Watch out!" He yelled as the crocodile sprang in action and tried to grab the brown haired youth by his arm by throwing it's mouth in the air. Teeth never got to their target as a spear exited the crocodile's beak. The crocodile struggled and a paw injured both the arrogant young man and Thor as it struggled away from Thor's spear, which broke. As it swam away, to probably die further upstream, and Thor inspected his broken half of the spear with sadness in his eyes, a dozen soldiers ran into the water, holding their spears in the direction of Thor.

"What in blazes is going on here?" A voice that held power bellowed. Then Thor noticed the man. He had never seen him before, nor had he even heard what he looked like, but it was obvious who this man was. He threw himself on his knees, not caring that he soaked his loincloth.

"We found this man attacking the Prince, your highness!" one of the soldiers said, pressing forward with his spear aimed at Thor.

"Enough" the Prince said. "These imbeciles wouldn't protect me from the crocodile while this man did. You should show some respect to him!" Thor looked up slightly surprised. The man he had saved… was the crown prince of Egypt? Antonankhamon? Things couldn't get any weirder.

"That may be, Antonankhamon, but you should show some respect to these soldiers by not running off. How can they protect you if you're not there to protect. What if this man was not here to protect you?" The Pharaoh demanded.

The brown haired youth hung his head in shame. He had barely started to grow a beard but it was cut in a shape, his hair kept short, his clean clothes but the drops of blood that came off his small cut on his arm. The cut!

"Your majesty" Thor murmured. "Your arm!"

"Bah! Think nothing of it, it will heal! It would've been much worse if you had not been here, for that I owe you thanks." The boy walked to his father. "Let us go father, I hate this city, we've troubled the fish, and it's obvious this fisherman would like to catch himself a meal!"

The Pharaoh gave Thor a long hard stare before he spoke up. "Not so fast, Antonankhamon, we're not finished here yet." He gave another intense stare before he addressed Thor directly. "Please raise and tell me your name." Thor did, but kept his eyes on the ground. "It's Thor, your highness." He said in a soft voice.

"We could use men like you, as guards in our palace. You will come with us and you will be my son's guardian." And the Pharaoh turned around and walked away.

Thor could not believe this.

"Your highness, I can't… my brother…" Thor stammered.

"He'll be fine, we must go now, follow us!" The pharaoh demanded.

"Your highness, I'm sorry but I must decline, we're all there's…" with a nod of his head the pharaoh signaled the soldiers to make a move and with the bud of his spear the soldier behind Thor knocked him out. Two others picked him up and threw him unceremoniously over one of the horses waiting further inland.

But Loki didn't see.

Loki was sleeping.

Okay, and there we go, first chapter done. Please leave a review. It's no secret to who Antonankhamon is, right? *wink*