Loki trotted towards Thor's rooms as servants stopped to bow. It was nearing night and he hadn't seen his brother all day. Thor had become very busy as of late and Loki was starting to feel neglected. He had always tagged along, even when unwanted, but lately it seemed Thor had favored the company of others to him.
Before reaching his destination, however, Loki stopped at the sight of a servant he had not seen in a short while. He stopped in front of a male servant holding an empty chalice. "Vlor!"
The servant named Vlor held his eyes to the floor surprised the prince would even know his name. "You're Highness."
"You are back!" Loki pulled him to a standing position. "Tell me are you feeling better?"
Vlor looked up slowly to Loki, confusion on his face. "You are kind to ask your Highness. Yes I am feeling better."
Loki smiled. "I was so dismayed when Father told me you were ill. Wine always tastes better when you serve it to me. And your replacement had not your skill or tolerance for my shenanigans."
Vlor smiled brightly and bowed again.
"I shan't keep you. Take it easy yes?" Just as the servant was about to respond, Thor thundered out of his rooms, Sif and The Warriors Three behind them all dressed and ready for battle. "Thor!" He yelled out as he trotted after them. "Vlor is back!"
Without turning back Thor answered. "Who's Vlor?"
Loki it seemed didn't hear him because the question was left unanswered as Loki pushed his way to walk in step with his brother. "Where are you going?"
"Midgard." Was the answer. "The Avengers have summoned."
"Oh an adventure!" It had seemed ages since he went with Thor to an adventure. "Let me come wih you. I promise to help never hinder and not get in the way."
"The trials of The Avengers aren't adventures and Midgard is not a place for your trickery." Thor turned to his brother before stepping to the Bifrost. "You stay here and try not to get yourself into any trouble."
Loki watches his brother get sucked away into a portal with his friends to go hang out with his other friends and frowned. How did Thor manage to make friends on every realm he went on? And why did Sif get to go along with the Warriors 3? Well maybe he could see bringing Sif, everyone man needs a strong woman but the Warriors 3 weren't special. In fact, he was pretty sure he could kill all three of them if need be. Maybe he should kill all….
"Loki!" Loki turned from his thoughts to his father. "Come!" He held out an arm. "Tell me a joke."
Loki smiled and joined his father on the walk to his chambers. "I'm sorry Father, I can't." He said.
Odin frowned. "Why my son?"
"Because," Suddenly, Loki's eyes turned red and his skin changed to his true Jotun form. "I'm blue."
Odin laughed hard. He always fell for that one. Loki didn't tell it often, so Odin could never be sure when he was going to pull that one.
"Seriously." Loki changed back to his Asgardian form. "I just found out depressing news."
"Really? What?"
"You're adopted."
Again Odin laughed, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. That one had been an inside joke. When Odin had told Loki that he was Jotun and in deed neither a child of him nor Frigga, he told Loki that he had no choice but to adopt him as his own. "You were indeed the most charming Frost Giant I had ever encountered, and you were just a baby." Odin had told him. "You demanded that we take you right away, as the winters were too cold. It was as if we were adopted and not you."
Loki had beamed at him after that. The tears drying up. "Am I still the most charming Frost Giant you know?" He had asked.
"Yes. And the most charming I shall ever meet." There was no softening the blow, Odin new, but he wanted Loki to know nothing had changed. He was still loved, and wanted, and nothing would change that.
"I tell you this," Odin said after he stopped laughing. "I am happy Thor is the one going on his adventures with the Avengers and not you, for who would make me laugh so?"
Loki shrugged suddenly not feeling so bad about being left behind. "Mother?"
"HA!" Odin said so loud he attracted the attention of serval passer bys. "Your mother tells the worst jokes." He whispered that part though knowing Frigga had ears everywhere. "Speaking of my wife, she has a birthday coming up."
"Indeed she does. I've already gotten her a gift." It was a beautiful crystal he had found in the mountains a few months ago. He had it made into a necklace.
"I knew you would. See I'm thinking, instead of your gift outshining mine as it always does, this year, I shall put my name next to yours and she shall love us both!"
Loki laughed forgetting momentarily about his brother. Momentarily.
It turned out the crisis on Earth was taken care of relatively quickly, but Thor wasn't ready to go home yet. He liked Midgard and his avenging friends. It was a nice change of scenery.
He hadn't intended to stay over a month. He was only going to stay long enough to become reacquainted with everyone and then go back to Asgard, but he was having too much. And seeing as how Sif had gone back home with the Warriors three days ago, he also had some time to play.
All of the women on Asgard knew full well that sleeping with the god of thunder would led to being killed by the goddess of war, but on earth, no one knew that and Thor was having a great time exploiting that.
He woke up early and stretched. There was a sleeping form next to him, Mary or Mercy or something like that was softly snoring. It was slightly chilly for a summer day in his SHEILD apartment so he went to open the curtains to let the sun in when he noticed New York was covered in three feet of snow.
It was only seconds after that when he phone began ringing. He hadn't bothered to answer it instead just grabbing Mjolnir and heading to meeting area.
Everyone was talking about it. What was causing it? Was it the end of the world? Was it some foe that brought this climate change? Had the Frost Giants decided to attack?
He was met at the elevator by Coulson. "There is no record of snow falling in New York in July ever, let alone 3 feet." Straight to business with Coulson, as always. "We have the possible culprit but he hasn't spoken a word."
"I will make him speak!" Thor was sure of it as he followed Coulson to where they kept their detainees.
As he turned the corner he was greeted by a very enthusiastic "THOR!"
'No' he thinks to himself as his eyes adjust to the dark haired man waving at him. He groans. "Loki?"