HAVE YOU SEEN THE DARK WORLD YET? GO DO IT. ERMERGERD. And just to clarify, Thor is like ten. Loki is like eight.
The small child's cries echoed through the throne room, only to be silenced by the finger of the Queen.
"You musent do that, Frigga. She can chew on the teething rings." The King peered over his wife's strong shoulder, looking onto the alabaster-skinned infant. She had curly ginger hair, freckles coating her rosy cheeks even in her young age. "And let her get a splinter in her lip? Or her tongue? No, Odin. I am fine sacrificing my finger." Frigga smiled up to her husband, before turning her attention back to the bundle as she walked from the room - in the direction of a place most precious to her.
Odin sighed, his head tilting downward in a self-evaluating slouch. He reviewed his actions, now, and then. A small sigh broke his thought process.
"Boys."
The tall (for his age), thicker blonde boy seemed to have tripped from behind the nearest pillar. From the other side came his brother, a slim (and also tall for his age), dark headed boy, in a rather graceful manner. "What is that thing?" Thor was the one to ask.
Chuckling, Odin went to his sons. "That thing is your new sister, Thor."
Both the pairs of the boy's eyes widened, looking at each other in wonder and slight confusion. "Where did she come from?" Loki.
"A far away land, one you will learn of when she is ready to." Odin absorbed how well his sons took this news, having a brand new sibling, after so many years of being just the two of them.
Loki merely shrugged, echoing the footsteps of his mother. "I want to go say hello."
"Brother, wait for me!" Thor laughed, brushing passed his father and bashed into Loki, who rolled his eyes before running after his oaf of a brother. Perhaps it was time to tell Loki of his true parentage? No. The boy could only handle so much.
Odin stared after them, a small smile spreading over his face. He and Frigga had always craved a daughter, to dote and love, to spoil and teach. Now they did, and they would love her forever.
They sat in the nursery, the room that hadn't been used in ages. The child was now silent, curled into the arms of the Queen. Frigga rocked her back and forth in her rocking chair she hadn't sat in so long - her boys were much too old for it. The pale little baby gripped and gnawed her bejeweled fingers, Frigga not paying any mind to what would happen to her jewelry. She did take it off, but only after considering her rings could cut the baby's mouth.
"Mother?" Thor's timid call came from the cracked door. "Come here, my darlings. See your sister."
Loki came in first, keeping his hands behind his back as he stood beside his mother. Thor was soon to approach, shyness taking him over for once.
"She is so tiny." Came Thor's only observation. Frigga's laugh was bell-like, holding the small child out a bit more so her brothers could see her. "That she is, my sweet."
They small child looked at the boys in a particular fashion, lulling her curlycue backwards. She gave a high-pitched laugh, kicking her small feet and holding her small arms out towards them. The brothers looked to one another, not entirely sure what to do.
"She want's your horse, Loki." Loki looked behind him, and there sat his beloved childhood toy. He hadn't thought of it in years. Selfishness shot through him for a few moments, a voice telling him to keep what was his.
He smiled at the girl as he conjured the stuffed horse closer, making her clap her hands. "Is this what you want?" He laughed as she took a vice-like grip to his wrist, curling an arm around the horse that took the better half of her body mass.
"Do you think she'll want our other toys, mother?" Thor asked, positively bouncing in his spot. Frigga laughed once again, and nodded. "Collect as many as you can. We will need at least a few dolls made, we don't want our princess to be raised as a prince." She said more to herself than he children. "Yes mother!" Thor cheered, almost running out of the room.
Loki still stood next to his mother, the sleeve of his shirt still held captive to the tiny hand. "She is so fragile, mother." He whispered, tilting his head into the crook of Frigga's neck. Her hand came up to stroke his head, her fingers running through his hair with a love only a mother could muster. "I know, my love. She will always be more fragile, always a bit more weak than us. You must tell your brother this, she is not to be tossed around like the doll she looks to be."
Loki blinked in understanding, sighing when he heard Thor's calls of assistance. Frigga chuckled, hugging her son to her. "Go to him, my son. It's best not to delay your brother."
"I would mother. If she would let me go." He smiled, looking down and into the wide, doe-like eyes of his sister. She smiled as she chewed on the horse's nose. Frigga's heart warmed at this small instance of acceptance between the two.
The Queen's finger fell victim to the child's grip as Loki exited the nursery. Something dawned on him, making him turn back and peak his head in. He was going to ask the child's name, if it weren't for his mother cradling the girl to her chest, quietly sobbing.
He shied away, quietly closing the door as he wondered why his mother was so sad.