DISCLAMER: I do not own Marvel, therefore I do not own Thor and its characters.
A/N: My first fanfic of Thor. I hope I write the characters correctly. Feedback on that would be great.
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Chapter 1: Got You
Laughter and music filled the room. The whole of Asgard is celebrating another victor against evil.
A redheaded woman watched a particular person while the celebration is in effect - Loki. There he sat at the table with his brother, Thor, the Warriors Three, Lady Sif, and a handful of people whose names she doesn't recall.
Thor shared stories and all of them would laugh, except him. Volstaag was stuffing his face with meat and everybody else's nose where in their drinks, except him.
Oh how he caught her attention, that God of Mischief.
He stood from the table and walked away – none of the others even notice him leave. He int over to the balcony seeming to be in deep thought.
She excused herself from the party she was with – clearly not really paying any attention to them. The urge to speak to the Prince took over and slowly, she walked over to where he was.
"My prince." She spoke curtsying.
He turned to look at her, his face only showed indifference.
Smiling playfully, the woman walked to his side, "In need of fresh air?"
"Yes." He answered bluntly looking at the stranger, "I also seek solitude."
"Well…" she said, feeling just a tiny bit embarrassed "aren't you tired of solitude?"
His eyebrows furrowed, clearly confused and maybe offended, "What do you mean by that?"
"I see you surrounded by such animated people…and yet you kept to yourself, and now you come here seeking solitude but…" The redhead stopped, realizing that she may have been meddling in his personal life.
This wasn't a good idea. I should've not spoken to him.
"But what?" his voice was slightly raged. How dare this stranger speak to him in such manner?
But your eyes are so sad.
"I apologize." She answered, avoiding his emerald eyes. In desperate need to change the subject at hand she added, "I only meant to ask, if your friends' stories do not amuse you is all."
He merely grunted.
"I am sure the God of Mischief has far more amusing stories."
For a second a smirk formed on his lips but he quickly took a sip of drink from the goblet of he held.
She waited for him to respond, "I do not wish to waste my time on idle chatter, especially to someone who is of no importance."
How rude! 'Of no importance?'
He turned to leave but the lady spoke – there's no way she's letting him go that easily, "You made it blue."
Stopping, he turned to her, obviously confused with what has been said.
"Your brother; you turned his hair blue." He smiled at the memory, "I heard that story and laughed my head off." She giggled.
He gave a light chuckle as he began walking back to the spot where he used to be.
Got you.
"That was merely payback. He kept teasing me while I was reading."
"And you turned his hair blue for THAT?" She sighed gleefully bewildered.
He grinned, "I believe he deserved it. Also, the blue hair was actually quite an improvement."
"Is that so? I bet you got in a lot of trouble because of that."
"I'm the God of Mischief. What am I without trouble?" He boasted, "But! Unlike my brother, I am actually clever."
"Well, let's toast," She raised her goblet, "to your cleverness!"
He smirked and lightly tapped his cup to hers. They drank and ended in a fit of laughter.
"Wait a moment, isn't it rude not introducing yourself, especially to a prince?" he asked playfully.
"Oh, I apologize." With a sly smile, the woman answered, "Miura, my prince."
"It is the first time I've seen you in celebrations like this. Have you been here long?"
"Oh no. I just arrived three days ago. I've been staying at the inn near the market."
"I hope you have enjoyed your stay so far."
"I have. And the stories I've heard so far is amazing!"
"Are there more stories like the blue hair?"
"Unfortunately…no. I wish to hear more from the trickster himself."
He laughed again. How Miura adores his laugh.
"You much like to hear stories of my feat than to hear stories of my brother's or the warriors'?"
She shrugged, "It's practically all the same. All stories include stabbings, hammerings, or getting drunk."
He smiled, amused at her answer.
Loki said, "Actually, I-"
"Brother!" A voice interrupted us.
Frowning, Loki turned to his brother who was coming towards him.
Miura sighed, "I think it is time for me to depart. It was a pleasure speaking to you, my prince." With that she went on her way, a smile playing on her pink lips.
"Brother!" Thor, now standing beside him spoke. Realizing his brother had just spoke to a woman. "Now, who on Asgard is that?" He asked as he eyed her behind.
Loki rolled his eyes. "Don't."
"I'm sorry. Were you trying to get her to bed?" He asked, playfully nudging Loki's shoulder.
"I am not like you, dear brother. I do not wish to sleep with any woman who speaks to me."
"Well, then. I shall help myself." Thor was just about to chase after the girl when his brother spoke.
"What is it did you wish to say to me?"
"Oh, yes!"
Loki rolled his eyes yet again of his brother's foolishness.
"I was just to ask why you are out here instead of feasting with us. But I realize, now, the reason why."
"I hope that your curiosity was satisfied. Now, I shall depart."
"Haha! Good night, dear brother. I hope I didn't interfere in an important conversation."
How Loki wishes his brother isn't such a fool.