Chapter One: Little Trickster
"I do not wish to go!" Thor complained loudly while flipping his cape over his head. Loki scoffed, hopping off an ornate chair.
"That is because you are a slug-brain!" Loki shouted and dodged Thor's well aimed spoon.
"Well your eyes look like slugs!" Thor chased after his little brother, but the younger god was far quicker. They darted around the legs of the Aesir.
"You move like a slug, Thur." He purposefully slurred Thor's name, knowing how much it aggravated him.
"I will catch you!" Thor ducked under a table, trying to cut off Loki's route. The younger god hopped onto the table and right over his brother's head.
"It shan't be I who gives out first!" His brother was already breathless, having spent a majority of his morning in the training yard practicing with sword and shield.
"Liar!" Thor squawked and nearly tripped as Loki turned a sharp corner. Loki laughed loudly, pausing only to stick his tongue out at his brother. Thor let out an indignant yell.
"Is that your war cry, brother, or have you just stubbed your royal toe?" Loki's laughter seemed to echo as he ran further away.
"You can't run forever!" Thor was nearly out of breath, but he refused to give up.
"I don't need to." Loki said while skidding into a room. Thor tried to tackle him, but his cape was snagged by an Aesir dressed all in white.
"Trickster!" Thor shouted while looking at the frowning face of their tutor. Loki cackled happily, falling onto his back and clutching his stomach in mirth.
"You are late, Odinson." Gilda said while setting down the younger Aesir. "I shouldn't have to commission your brother in order to get you here. Must I speak once more to her majesty?" Thor's eyes went wide and he shook his head. "Good. And you, Odinson," Gilda turned her attention to the younger of the two brothers, "is that the way a prince should act, rolling around like a pig in swill?" Loki stood up quickly, brushing himself off.
"No, Lady Gilda. I shall endeavor not to disappoint you once more." Loki bowed with a regality that did not fit his young age.
"Nor I!" Thor bellowed and bowed in a far less graceful motion.
"I will hold you both to that." She nodded primly. "Thor, take your seat. Loki, you may leave." Thor groaned and Loki did his best not to pout.
As Thor so kindly put it weeks ago: 'This is the big kids' class. You're puny and will probably pick your boogers and gross out Siffy.'
Loki glanced backwards at the classroom. Sif was the one who liked to eat boogers, not Loki. Hogun and Frandie-Pants were using rulers to sword fight. Volstaggering-Axe was hiding behind a book doing who knows what. Amora-my-green-magic-is-so-much-better-than-yours was drawing on a piece of parchment.
Loki frowned. Tony-All-Alony wasn't in class. He was usually the first one to lessons.
"Hurry along now, Loki. You don't want to be late for your own lessons." Gilda waved him off. Loki rolled his eyes, heading to the training yard.
The first few chapters will be short (but adorable)!